Øgbanjé. Part 3.
“Honey, I think Obiageli is possessed for real”. I cried to my husband.
“How can you say such about a child you claim to love?”. my husband questioned me in disbelief.
“I love her, I still do. With everything happening, I can’t call it a mere coincidence. The principal lost her life honey! This was right after she voiced her concerns about Obiageli”. I said fidgeting.
“I can’t believe this is coming from you honestly. I am disappointed “. my husband said.
“Honey! why can’t you just see reasons with me?”. I asked frustrated.
“My daughter is not possessed. Don’t bring this topic up for discussion again”. My husband said and left the room angrily.
I have never seen my husband that angry. He even left for work without eating. This was so unlike him.
After taking Obiageli to school, I had to go to my husband’s office to apologize. We ironed the issue and I went back home.
My husband came back from work rejoicing.
“Honey! The lord has done it again”. My husband rejoiced.
“Spill baby”. I said.
“I got promoted! I got promoted by 3 levels. It has never happened before. I am the first to receive such favor. Tell me who is greater than our God again?”. My husband said excitedly.
I started dancing and praising God. My husband took us out to celebrate his promotion.
That night, I had a terrible nightmare where I got fløgged mercilessly by strange beings. They warned me against unguided accusations. They flogged me till I passed out.
I woke up with bruises all over my body. I mean physical bruises.
My husband was shocked when he saw me.
“Baby what happened to you overnight?”. He asked with shock written all over his face.
“I had a nightmare where I got battered and surprisingly, I woke up like this”. I narrated.
“Oh my goodness! This is getting out of hand”. My husband said.
“I told you something is wrong but you wouldn’t listen”. I cried.
“We should see a Pastor first thing tomorrow morning”. My husband said.
My husband went to work that morning. I was home with Obiageli. I couldn’t look her in the face. Her presence terrified me greatly.
She was in her room through out. I was even scared to check what she did the whole day.
That evening, my husband drove back home from work. He came with goodies he bought from work and some medications for my bruises.
Obiageli refused to eat that night. She was moody and gloomy. My husband tried to make her take as little as a bite from the cookies, she vehemently refused.
I knew she was moody because we want to take her to the church the next day. I didn’t even mind her.
I woke up very early the next morning and prepared breakfast.
We all ate and had our bath. I refused to even go close to Obiageli not to talk about dressing her. My husband was the one that got her ready for church.
When we came out, we received the shock of our lives. The four tyres of my husband’s car all got punctured mysteriously. The same car my husband drove to and fro work the previous day.
“Let’s use a public transport”. I suggested.
“Okay. let’s go”. My husband concurred.
We boarded a public transport that will take us to the church.
On our way to the church, we were involved in a terrible accident that kîlled the driver and two other passengers at the spot.
My husband was left unconscious as he sustained a lot of injuries all over his body. I got injured but it wasn’t fatal.
Obiageli was the only one that came out of the accident unscathed.
“This baby is so lucky”. The bystanders said in jubilation that at least the baby got spared.
“evîl child”. I murmured.
To be continued
Judith Onyoyibo
