Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 44
THE POISON; SHARED.
As soon as he saw the bottle, his mouth opened very wide, but no sounds came out.
He was shocked beyond words.
This was the same bottle he brought home himself.
It was the bottle of anointing oil from that fiery man of God. Pastor Elijah fire.
There had been various testimonies of people who collected the oil and gave it to their number one enemy, as soon as any wicked person drink of this oil, they die.
This particular oil is called “the death in the bottle”. Pastor Elijah fire only gives very few bottles out every year.
Three years ago, my husband brought this bottle home from that Pastor , I don’t know how he got it, we sprinkled the oil on our bin.
There was a mystery animal that usually scatter our bin at night and litters the whole compound.
The day we anointed our bin, three cats died around our compound and the menace of littered compound stopped forever.
This very potent anointing oil was what I sprinkled into my husband’s meal.
Oga, we both know that this anointing oil kills evil people but heals good people.
If of a truth you are not lying, then eat the food and live. But if you are still hiding things from me, then eat the food and die; I told him.
I rushed to the door and anointed the door and chair.
I told him; you touch the door, you die, you sit on the chair, you die. You speak the truth you live.
My husband was just staring at me, his brain was processing the issue on ground.
Then I remembered what Pastor said. He said that I should not quarrel, I should not fight him. All I should do is to give him a nice dinner.
How do I give him dinner when the whole process has scattered? Why did I use the oil in the first place? How do I get out of this fix?
I went straight on my knees and prayed aloud. My father and God, I am confused as a woman. Too many troubles from a man I loved but who paid me with wickedness. I know I made mistakes but help me to be a better wife. Don’t destroy me in your anger. In Jesus name I pray. Amen
I stood up. Packed the whole food from the table and poured it into the kitchen bin.
My husband was still standing, looking at me as if I was acting a movie script.
My darling husband; what do you want to eat. Can I cook for you? I asked him.
My husband was now totally gob smacked.
Joy, I have offended you. I have hurt you dearly. But your actions are getting erratic. This is getting out of hands; my husband said in a truly emotional voice.
He continued; when I married you, I swore to take care of you and I meant it. But I was hoping that God will heal me and I would give you children.
Then we started growing apart every day. We were hurting one another. We were constantly quarrelling. I started listening to advices of my friends.
All my friends had girlfriends, so I joined and started sleeping around. At the same time, I was going from one doctor to another for the sperm problem.
The failure of all medicines made me very sorrowful and the only person I can vent my anger on was you.
Please I don’t have excuses again. I am wrong. Please forgive me. My husband concluded.
I replied him: Don’t worry, I am not running mental. I am only struggling to be a Christian wife.
You can follow me to the kitchen while I prepare you dinner. Please note I won’t put death anointing into the food. But consider this a compulsory dinner between myself, yourself and God who created this marriage. I said.
I went to prepare another set of food. He was in that kitchen all the while.
After I finished with the cooking, my husband came forward painstakingly and sprinkled the food with the anointing oil himself.
It was now my turn to be confused…..
He told me; I have been watching you for days. The more I hurt you, the more love you give out.
You don’t need to threaten me with oil of death, I know for a fact that no man can defeat a woman who uses love as a weapon.
You kept loving me while I kept hurting you. What did I gain?
I lost my prestige.
I lost my job.
I lost my health.
I lost friends.
I lost you.
Is it until I lose my life before I learn my lessons?
I want to make everything right from now on. I am willing to prove to you that I’m not keeping secret from you, not intentionally.
I will eat the food with the oil of death to prove to you that I will be truthful from now on. He said.
I asked him; Ok, please tell me the truth, if you are sterile, how did those ladies get pregnant for you.
He replied; I am confused. Around the time I was meeting those ladies, I was taken to see one baba.
He gave me some concoction to drink and told me my sperm issues will be over.
Anytime I take that medicine, I feel very h---y and would go from one lady to another just to ease myself of the sexual tension.
So, it’s only by DNA test that we would know the true father of the babies. I told him.
Yes Joy. I am sorry. He replied.
He also told me he was not hiding anything again.
I set the food on the small table in the kitchen and we had our dinner.
I practiced all that Pastor said I should with my own version of the dinner treatment.
After dinner, I said the prayers and as I opened my eyes, I saw my husband’s eyes had changed, he was in serious pains.
He was gasping for breath and fell to the floor clutching his stomach.
Haaaaa, I didn’t force you to eat the anointing of death ooo
He started vomiting blood…
Oh My Goodness, God!!!!!
I am not willing to become a widow, why must things go worse anytime it seems we were making progress?
His eyeballs had rolled, his tongue was out.
I am helpless, I don’t know what else do.
In confusion, I knocked over the bottle containing the anointing of death. The whole content poured over his head.
Ahhhh, finally I have crucified him.