Married To An Atheist - S01 E09

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Married To An Atheist - S01 E09

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 9

Amos couldn’t stop pestering me, even after that day—to the extent mom called and sat me down: “We need to get this man to completely forget about you,” she said, “I know a man who can help.”

I followed her advice and walked with her. Mama had taken me to one Baba’s place. His name was ‘Baba Iyati’—a powerful man, as made known by her. His charms were known, and everyone who went to his refuge spoke of how he worked miracles. I, for one hoped, they were right.

“We have arrived,” Mom said, and pulled over in a narrow path. “This should lead us to Baba’s place.” she continued.

We got down and followed the narrow path, lined with bushes. The scorching sun was beating our necks, our feet sore after walking for something that seemed for hours, though it was some mimutes… if well checked.

Baba was doing some incantations when we arrived. He looked up with a grin on his face, and Mom asked me to wait before going to meet him. “I am coming, my daughter—” she said, and entered the tent. I wouldn’t exactly say it was a ‘tent’. It had some white nylons covering it to the very top. The skulls and the dolls—scary, creepy dolls—some without legs, showing it was really the place.

“You can come in now,” Mom’s voice led me in. I sat on the ground, with my legs placed on each other. Baba looked at me, then at Mama. He looked me to the clouds and hummed in a tone that sent shivers up my covered spine. Mom was busy staring at him, beaming with smiles. I knew what her smile told—my daughter was going to be finally free!

“Take this bottle,” Baba said. “Make sure you rub the content on your body at exactly 3.” He handed me a brown bottle as soon as he was done humming. He had taken the bottle out of the mortar beside. He took a chalk and asked me to come closer, made a circle on my head, and spat on my face—the grossest thing ever!

“Mom, this was never in the plan…”

“Just do as Baba says.” Mom said.

We stood up and thanked him, left the place, not looking back, as instructed. Baba had told us to follow a different path from the one we followed. Doing as we were told, we came upon a crossroad, where a man stood with his hand stretched out. “A path has been made for you,” he said. His eyes were rolled, and his lips visibly chapped. His left hand signaled for us to follow, and we did, though scared. We met some maidens on the road. Three. They were fully clothed in white and none talking to us. We said nothing… but passed, reaching a road where Mom’s car stood waiting. “Finally!”

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“Babe, I’m sorry. I mean it,” Amos had come at exactly the time I’d rubbed the substance.

The substance was smelly—and milky. It had mixed with my body to my surprise, turning brown at every rub.

I’ll see if he’s going to pester me further after this, I thought, and grinned on the outside. “Babe?” I called.

“I swear, I’ll do anything. Anything at all.”

I left the door and moved closer. “Anything?”

He replied speedily, “Yes, anything,”

I said, and hugged him. “It’s okay, baby. It’s fine.”

He pushed me roughly. “What-what am I doing here?”

I acted, though happy. “W-what are you doing here?”

“Where… where am I?”

Baba Iyati, you’re the best! I chuckled, and grinned inside.