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I had slept with Ope multiple times against her wish. She was pregnant for me twice and we secretly aborted those pregnancy. This is the reason my wife has not been able to conceive all these years. When I became tired of my life I spoke to Tunde about my problem. Even though I didn’t
It was 8pm and we began to make preparation for the 9pm meeting. My father in-law had insisted he will not go with us this time. I’m already feeling my BP had gone up and I wouldn’t want it to go higher than what it is if you don’t want to carry my corpse back
We thought we had heard confessions until Kassim made us believe he killed his grandmother. His father could not hold himself anymore as he bursted into tears. Pastor let him die, he does not deserve to live, let him die. I cannot have this monster as a son, he’s not my blood. Let the bastard
It was an all-night prayer and praise session. At about 4:20am Kassim became restless and unstable. He began to shout, “fire” “fire” “fire”. All of us standing by saw no fire but he kept screaming and complaining fire was burning him all over his body. Remove the fire, I will confess, he begged but baba
Two days to the expiration of the deadline given by the herbalist, my husband was yet to confess the atrocities that lead to our ten years of barrenness and closed heaven. Even while it was clear he would die, he refused to say anything after much begging and assurances of soft landing. As at this
My husband was taken to a herbalist in Egi-Oyo Ipo, a very small hamlet in Kwara state. The herbalist made some incantations, gave him some concoctions to drink and for the first time his eyes came down. The smiles on our faces was aborted when the herbalist came to announce to us “I see death
I got a call from an unknown number on the 13th of July asking me if I was Mrs Nneka Kassim. I almost replied my caller by saying, “No, it’s a wrong number” but I changed my mind to answer in the affirmative. “Yes, I am Mrs Nneka Kassim, how may I help you?” I
Before we left Toyin’s place, I managed to brief her. She was mute in disbelieve. We got home and Kassim was nowhere to be found. He abandoned the poor girl at home to nurse her pain all alone. My feeling towards Ope was mixed, a feeling of pity for her and a feeling of jealousy
Days became weeks and weeks became months, no one talked about what baba told us. We resumed our normal life until Ope came visiting. Ope is the younger sister of Kassim who came to seek for admission into Kogi State University, Ayangba. Ope had made several attempts to secure admission into University of Ilorin
Toyin took us to her pastor at Felele, an outskirt of the town. Good morning sir, this is Nneka and her husband, the one I spoke to you about. We greeted the pastor at the same time. He was an elderly man in his 60s but he was still full of life. He greeted us