Written by Fortune Chiamaka Jacob
Last month, you lurked around standing very close to mama Nkechi’s shed but unknown to us you were more than a shadow.
For days you trailed her daughter Nkechi until she became a shadow of her self.
Whenever I talked to her she seemed to stare into space muttering only “how could you, how could you?
In the midnight we heard screams coming from their house rushing in, we found Nkechi on the floor with frothy foam on her mouth. She was dead.
Two weeks ago, it was Jubril.
He had struggled to save up money for his university education and just a day to paying for his jamb, thieves broke into their home.
Then you appeared again, and like Nkechi Jubril was found dead.
Unlike Nkechi though, he was dangling from the mango tree at the back of the house.
Four days ago jamb result was released, Ekaette has not gone to the market since then. She called me to say I shouldn’t wait for her.
Yesterday afternoon her eye was red. When I asked what she scored she lied that she hasn’t checked. I don’t know how she forgot we bought the scratch card together.
Now, I just saw her with a bottle returning from that mallam whose front teeth has more windows than our house in the village. My nosy self couldn’t help but ask the content of the polythene bag. She said it was otapiapia. I am not a mumu, otapiapia dosen’t come in such big bottles. Then from the corner of my eyes I saw you, and that’s why I came to meet you, it is time you go.
It is time you vanish and never return, you have caused more pain than guns and knives put together. You have left families with holes that only God can mend. I know exactly what you have come to do.
Show Ekaette the demonic side of you. No way! You have robbed enough, you have taken enough. The sniper that she bought, I have taken it. And I have called her mother too, but I want to engage you first, cause I’m not afraid of you. I know exactly what you have planned. To gently whisper to her and the next thing we will hear is death by suicide.
And like the demon you are, you’ll sleuth away unnoticed, waiting for another victim.
I stand today to declare that you destroyer of generations, you eternal doom, loose your grip and hold over the young ones of Nigeria.
No more shall it be said that the demon of suicide is out on her rampage again. Now leave, we have had enough.
Hear the word of the Lord:
And your covenant with death shall be disannulled, and your agreement with hell shall not stand; when the overflowing scourge shall pass through, then ye shall be trodden down by it. – Isaiah 28:18 (KJV)
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About the Author
Fortune Jacob is a nurse by profession. She loves to sing, write, pray and loves the pediatric field. She is passionate about God, leading the young ones to God and passionate about evangelism.