The Ghost Man - S01 E03

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The Ghost Man - S01 E03

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“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.