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    World pple very wicked, my person @harzaroboy thanks. @maths same here but didn’t fhnished it.

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    Just landed… Thanks @harzaroboy

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    My people. I don come o… @emreks oya shift make I sit

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    Come alone keh!!!… Na me with one bowl of popcorn enter house o @emreks

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    THE GHOST MAN

    (A true life story)

    CHAPTER 3

    “Praise the Lord,” she shouted
    into the microphone.
    “Halellujah,” chorused the
    congregation.
    “Prai-prai-prai-praa-a-ise the
    Lord,” she shouted again.

    With her right hand she held
    unto the microphone and with
    her left hand she waved in the
    air. She was elegant in her
    apparel, with a hair scarf that
    stool like a crown on her head.
    Everything she wore wasn’t
    cheap, a clear testimony to my
    benevolence. I wasn’t just an
    inlaw, I was also like a son. Or so
    I thought.
    “Halellujah,” the congregation
    chorused again.

    “Umu chineke ibe m, soronu m
    kelee chineke,” she started her
    testimony, “my brethren, follow
    me thank this our god. I don’t
    know how to start thanking him.
    I call him ebube dike, oloro ihe
    loro enyi, el-shaddai, miracle
    worker, kabiyesi, oghenedo,
    Jesus igwe.e.e!”
    She made a dance move like
    someone posessed by an unseen
    spirit. The she began to sing.

    “There is something that makes
    me come into your presence, my
    helper,” she sang and the
    congregation joined her.
    I sat quietly at the last row of the
    seats and watched in
    bewilderment at this evil woman
    that just masterminded my
    death. She was evil, she was an
    elder in the church and she was
    supposed to be a born again
    christian. I looked at the name of
    the church inscripted bodly
    above the alter, “Holy Ghost
    Deliverance Ministry.” Such a
    perfect name. I’m the ghost
    that’s going to deliver her today.

    “There is something that makes
    me come into your presence, my
    helper,” the spirit that posessed
    the woman seemed to have
    taken over the congregation too,
    they went up in a roar, “My
    helper o-o, my helper. My helper
    o-oh, my helper. There is
    something that makes me come
    into your presence, my helper.”
    “My testimony is very long but I
    will try and cut it short,” the
    woman continued, “my daughter
    was attacked by a ghost but
    survived.”

    The church went up in an
    uncontrolled murmur. Some
    people adjusted their sitting
    position, the testimony was
    getting interesting. The person
    sitted next to me looked at me
    and said, “wonder shall never
    end.” I responded, “Ghost kwa?
    Mhhh!”
    “My daughter’s husband died
    few days ago and disappeared
    into thin air.” she continued,
    “We’ve searched for him
    everywhere but can’t find him.
    My daughter is devastated
    because she loves him so much.”
    She started to sob. A dead silence
    fell upon the church. Nobody,
    including me, wanted to miss the
    story.
    “Some days ago, Chioma my
    daughter got a video call, when
    she picked, it was the ghost of
    the dead husband that appeared.
    He attacked her, causing her a
    parcial stroke. Today she can’t
    walk properly and is speech
    impired but is alive……praise the
    Lord.”
    The congregation shouted,
    “halellujah.”
    “That ghost is wicked but the
    god I serve is greater. He wants
    to kill my daughter, a woman
    that loved him so much and took
    good care of him as a wife
    should. My daughter will recover
    fully soon and the enemies shall
    be put to shame in Jesus name.”
    “Ame-en,” the congregation
    shouted.
    “My brethren,” the woman raised
    her voice, “if you are praying to
    this our god, don’t……”

    FLASH BACK

    I remembered all I did for this
    woman, a woman I called mother
    and treated as such. From the
    moment I entered into her
    daughter’s life, the family’s life
    changed for good. She used to
    fry akara at a bus stop in
    Iganmu, I opened a mini
    supermarket for her and she was
    doing well. I paid the other of
    her children school fees. I
    stopped her husband from being
    a gateman and gave him two
    commercial buses to be
    managing. When her husband
    died a year ago, the burial was
    on me and was befitting. Where
    did I wrong this woman? I once
    loved her as a mother but now I
    hated her with passion.

    BACK TO PRESENT

    “Praise the Lord,” she shouted
    after ending her testimony.
    The congregation responded
    with “halellujah.”
    “Prai-prai-……….”
    I had heard enough, this
    nonsense has got to stop. I
    looked at the name of the church
    again, “Holy Ghost Deliverance
    Ministry.” I stood up from my
    seat, this is deliverance time.
    I started walking down the aisle
    to go take a seat at the front
    row. Then our eyes met, she
    froze.
    “Prai-prai,” she stuttered.
    She looked sideways, looked at
    the pastor like she was expecting
    someone to come rescue her and
    then back at me. People were
    confused at her sudden change
    of countenance. Her face was
    terrified and her complexion was
    beginning to change. She was
    becoming a ghost. I gave her a
    cruel smile.
    “Prai-prai……no, no, it’s a ghost,”
    she was screaming. “Take him
    away from me, he’s a ghost.”
    Her eyes rolled, and like a sac of
    cassava flakes she collapsed on
    the hard floor. The speakers
    made a cracking noise as the
    microphone hit the floor.
    As quietly as I had entered the
    church I vanished.

    T B C

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