My name is Munira and I live in Abuja with my family. I was born and bred in Minna, a town in the north-central part of Nigeria. After I finished my secondary education, I moved in with my aunt to Abuja, the capital of Nigeria. Staying with my aunt was a delight. She treated me just like her own child. I attended the University of Abuja and got myself a degree in sociology.
It was while I was at the university that I met my husband, Jamu.
I had attended a Christian meeting on campus. After the event, Jamu introduced himself to me and we started talking. It turned out that we were from the same place and, we even knew some mutual friends. With time the relationship grew from friendship to intimacy, and we became an item.
Jamu graduated two years before me. By the time I graduated, he was already working in a government agency earning a good salary with nice perks to go with it. After graduation, I was fortunate to be posted to a neighboring state for my compulsory year of national service. This made it easy for Jamu and me to continue our relationship without much difficulty. He drove down to where I was posted every weekend so that we could spend quality time together. By the time I finished service, we both knew that we were going to spend the rest of our lives together.
I moved in with Jamu and, six months later we were married in Minna. We had our first child a year later and we named him Daniel. Daniel was a lively and energetic child. He was smart and inquisitive. He brought a lot of joy into our home and life was good. Two years later, his twin younger brothers were born and, they were named Clement and Charles. At this stage, Jamu and I decided that we had enough children.
Two years later, we lost my father and my mother was devastated. Jamu suggested that she should come and live with us in Abuja and, she agreed. My mother stayed with us for about six months then, suddenly decided that she wanted to go back home. We tried to dissuade her but, she was adamant. She said she missed her home and the familiar faces in the neighborhood. After trying in vain to stop her departure, we agreed to drive her home. That was when she requested that Daniel should come and spend the rest of the holidays with her. I was intuitively reluctant to grant her this request, Jamu said that it didn't matter. He said that we would pick Daniel up in two weeks when the school holidays ended. He said it would be a nice experience for Daniel and would make grandma very happy. So, reluctantly we took grandma home and left Daniel with her.
I spoke with grandma every day. I didn't want her to feel that she was abandoned. However, each time I called her, I asked to speak with Daniel. Her response was always that he was playing in the big family compound with his age mates so; he was unable to take my calls.
Two weeks flew by in a jiffy and we were on our way to Minna to pick up Daniel and see grandma. Little did I know that that was going to be the beginning of hell on earth for my family and me.
On arrival at grandma's place, we passed through the gauntlet of neighbors and kinsmen who welcomed us. Grandma was at the door to welcome us and we embraced each other enthusiastically in greeting. I was surprised that Daniel hadn't rushed out to meet us and I asked of him immediately. Grandma said that he was in my old room sleeping. I went into the room to wake him up but grandma stopped me. She said that he had just taken his lunch after an afternoon of serious football. I then decided that I would wake him up when we were leaving. At 6pm, we decide to leave for Abuja. Daniel hadn't woken up yet. Jamu picked him up and put him in our car's back sit to continue his sleep. Everybody came out to wish us a safe journey and, we were on our way to Abuja.
Jamu and I chatted happily as we drove serenely back to Abuja. Suddenly, the inside of the car was permeated with a horrible odour. It took us a few seconds to realize that the smell was coming from the back seat and it was the smell of faeces. Daniel had defaecated on himself in his sleep! He had stopped doing this when he was in diapers! Jamu and I were stunned! I wanted Jamu to stop the car, but he refused. He said that it would be dangerous. Instead, he opened the car's windows and increased speed. I tried to wake Daniel up but his response was very groggy. He was behaving like somebody who had taken too much alcohol. I was becoming very alarmed. What was wrong with my son?! Why was he behaving like this?! I tried harder to wake him up but he remained groggy. I called grandma immediately to find out why Daniel was behaving the way he was? She said that there was nothing wrong with him. I started arguing with her. Jamu snatched the phone from me and put it off. He drove until we got to our house in Abuja.
Jamu calmed me down and told me not to be an alarmist. We cleaned Daniel up and put him to bed. We hoped he will sleep off the effects of whatever was wrong with him. However, there was no change in his condition the next day.
At this stage, we knew that medical help had become mandatory. This started our journey of visiting one hospital after the other. Within a year, hospital bills accumulated because of Daniel's ailment almost bankrupted the family. We sold our house and other landed property including, our collective inheritance from Daniel's grandparents. The strange thing was that Daniel's ailment confounded and confused every medical expert we visited. It was the consensus that his problem was medical but, what type was the issue. Repeated scans did not reveal any organ damage. At the same time, numerous psychological and psychiatric tests were inconclusive. We were at our wit's end.
It was at this stage that a family friend told us to explore the possibility that Daniel's ailment could be a manifestation of demonic manipulation. This made sense to Jamu and me. We started taking Daniel to church. When things remained the same, we decided to take him to more esoteric churches. This was when my friend suggested that we visit a very powerful spiritualist that owned a church in the outskirts of town.
Pastor Lemu's church was a one-plot affair on a dusty street. Inside the church was gloomy and we waited in line to see him. There were other people who had been there before us and, I had the distinct impression that this was more of a spiritual consulting centre than a church. However, I didn't care. We were desperate!
Pastor Lemu turned out to be a young man in his mid-thirties. He listened carefully to all we had to say and then examined Daniel. After this, he told us to come back three nights later. We made the appointment and subjected ourselves to an all-night prayer vigil. When day broke, we were instructed to make a substantial offering and meet the pastor in his office. This we did. The pastor told us that Daniel's ailment was caused by my mother. He instructed us to go straight to her and, order her to release him.
Jamu and I were so furious that we drove like demented people straight from the church to my mother's house in Minna. We rushed into the compound without greeting anybody. We barged into her house and started raining all sorts of accusations on her. The whole compound was in an uproar. Accusations and refutations. Given spiritual revelations and denials. Everybody taking sides. It was bedlam.
Two years later, we lost my father and my mother was devastated. Jamu suggested that she should come and live with us in Abuja and, she agreed. My mother stayed with us for about six months then, suddenly decided that she wanted to go back home. We tried to dissuade her but, she was adamant. She said she missed her home and the familiar faces in the neighborhood. After trying in vain to stop her departure, we agreed to drive her home. That was when she requested that Daniel should come and spend the rest of the holidays with her. I was intuitively reluctant to grant her this request, Jamu said that it didn't matter. He said that we would pick Daniel up in two weeks when the school holidays ended. He said it would be a nice experience for Daniel and would make grandma very happy. So, reluctantly we took grandma home and left Daniel with her.
I spoke with grandma every day. I didn't want her to feel that she was abandoned. However, each time I called her, I asked to speak with Daniel. Her response was always that he was playing in the big family compound with his age mates so; he was unable to take my calls.
Two weeks flew by in a jiffy and we were on our way to Minna to pick up Daniel and see grandma. Little did I know that that was going to be the beginning of hell on earth for my family and me.
On arrival at grandma's place, we passed through the gauntlet of neighbors and kinsmen who welcomed us. Grandma was at the door to welcome us and we embraced each other enthusiastically in greeting. I was surprised that Daniel hadn't rushed out to meet us and I asked of him immediately. Grandma said that he was in my old room sleeping. I went into the room to wake him up but grandma stopped me. She said that he had just taken his lunch after an afternoon of serious football. I then decided that I would wake him up when we were leaving. At 6pm, we decide to leave for Abuja. Daniel hadn't woken up yet. Jamu picked him up and put him in our car's back sit to continue his sleep. Everybody came out to wish us a safe journey and, we were on our way to Abuja.
Jamu and I chatted happily as we drove serenely back to Abuja. Suddenly, the inside of the car was permeated with a horrible odour. It took us a few seconds to realize that the smell was coming from the back seat and it was the smell of faeces. Daniel had defaecated on himself in his sleep! He had stopped doing this when he was in diapers! Jamu and I were stunned! I wanted Jamu to stop the car, but he refused. He said that it would be dangerous. Instead, he opened the car's windows and increased speed. I tried to wake Daniel up but his response was very groggy. He was behaving like somebody who had taken too much alcohol. I was becoming very alarmed. What was wrong with my son?! Why was he behaving like this?! I tried harder to wake him up but he remained groggy. I called grandma immediately to find out why Daniel was behaving the way he was? She said that there was nothing wrong with him. I started arguing with her. Jamu snatched the phone from me and put it off. He drove until we got to our house in Abuja.
Jamu calmed me down and told me not to be an alarmist. We cleaned Daniel up and put him to bed. We hoped he will sleep off the effects of whatever was wrong with him. However, there was no change in his condition the next day.
At this stage, we knew that medical help had become mandatory. This started our journey of visiting one hospital after the other. Within a year, hospital bills accumulated because of Daniel's ailment almost bankrupted the family. We sold our house and other landed property including, our collective inheritance from Daniel's grandparents. The strange thing was that Daniel's ailment confounded and confused every medical expert we visited. It was the consensus that his problem was medical but, what type was the issue. Repeated scans did not reveal any organ damage. At the same time, numerous psychological and psychiatric tests were inconclusive. We were at our wit's end.
It was at this stage that a family friend told us to explore the possibility that Daniel's ailment could be a manifestation of demonic manipulation. This made sense to Jamu and me. We started taking Daniel to church. When things remained the same, we decided to take him to more esoteric churches. This was when my friend suggested that we visit a very powerful spiritualist that owned a church in the outskirts of town.
Pastor Lemu's church was a one-plot affair on a dusty street. Inside the church was gloomy and we waited in line to see him. There were other people who had been there before us and, I had the distinct impression that this was more of a spiritual consulting centre than a church. However, I didn't care. We were desperate!
Pastor Lemu turned out to be a young man in his mid-thirties. He listened carefully to all we had to say and then examined Daniel. After this, he told us to come back three nights later. We made the appointment and subjected ourselves to an all-night prayer vigil. When day broke, we were instructed to make a substantial offering and meet the pastor in his office. This we did. The pastor told us that Daniel's ailment was caused by my mother. He instructed us to go straight to her and, order her to release him.
Jamu and I were so furious that we drove like demented people straight from the church to my mother's house in Minna. We rushed into the compound without greeting anybody. We barged into her house and started raining all sorts of accusations on her. The whole compound was in an uproar. Accusations and refutations. Given spiritual revelations and denials. Everybody taking sides. It was bedlam.
Suddenly, my mother collapsed. All efforts to revive her proved futile and she was rushed to the hospital where she was declared dead on arrival. I was overwhelmed by a sea of emotions. There was grief, elation, shock, sadness, and hope all mixed together. We couldn't go back to Minna since people were already accusing us of murdering my mother. Instead, we drove straight back to the pastor in Abuja.
He congratulated us and said that we were victorious. He said that we shouldn't mourn my mother because she was a witch. He advised us to make a substantial donation to the church since he traveled with us spiritually to fight the battle. We did as we were told.
I was without my underwear and slippery wet. I screamed in pain and fury!
On that fateful night, Jamu dropped me at the church around 8pm. The prayer session started around 10pm with about fifteen people in attendance. Sometime during the night, I fell asleep on the bare floor. When I woke up, I was feeling very uncomfortable. I noticed that the room was very quiet. The pastor was the only person in the room and he was quickly pulling on his trousers!!
Alarm bells rang in my head! I quickly checked myself. I was without my underwear and slippery wet. I screamed in pain and fury! I'd just been raped!! I screamed Lemu's name at the top of my voice! Then he started begging not to make a scene but I was inconsolable.
The noise attracted people to the scene and I was telling all and sundry what had transpired. This was how Jamu met us. The moment Jamu learned about what had happened, he beat Lemu to a pulp and then invited the police to arrest him.
However, six weeks after this horrible incident, I discovered that I was pregnant. This was very distressing news for Jamu and me. We immediately decided to terminate the pregnancy. Lemu was still rotting in jail and Daniel was still an imbecile and here I was having to go through the trauma of an abortion. However, things were about to go from bad to worse.
The noise attracted people to the scene and I was telling all and sundry what had transpired. This was how Jamu met us. The moment Jamu learned about what had happened, he beat Lemu to a pulp and then invited the police to arrest him.
However, six weeks after this horrible incident, I discovered that I was pregnant. This was very distressing news for Jamu and me. We immediately decided to terminate the pregnancy. Lemu was still rotting in jail and Daniel was still an imbecile and here I was having to go through the trauma of an abortion. However, things were about to go from bad to worse.
Jamu was robbed by some teenagers one night when he was coming home from work. It was a vicious and cowardly attack. He was hit on the head from behind with a big stick. The boys took his mobile phone, wallet, and shoes. These were just hungry products of an uncaring society. But their action brought untold hardship to an innocent life. The blow to the back of Jamu's head was so severe that he lost all motor functions. He was paralyzed from the neck down and, expert medical diagnosis predicted recovery to be in the realm of miracles.
In fairness to Jamu's employers, they supported us financially in every way. When it became obvious that nothing could be done for him in Nigeria, he was flown abroad for expert medical treatment. During this period, I removed Lemu's horrible, stinking seed from my system. While Jamu was being treated abroad, I continued my search for a cure for Daniel. My search took me to many places without an iota of hope for his improvement. But I couldn't give up on him. It got to a stage I was exhausted physically and mentally. My emotions were in turmoil and I had reached my lowest ebb. I went back to my original church. The church Jamu and I got married in and, poured my heart out to the pastor. He listened with rapt attention to all my tribulations and said, "put your trust in God".
I went home and started a serious regimen of fasting and prayer. After a few days, I had a very strange dream. In the dream, I was an observer looking at what took place years ago. I was given the insight in the dream that what I was seeing was when Jamu was being born. I watched the delivery and a woman that was revealed to me as his mother's older sister was given the baby's placenta for disposal. I watched as this woman placed the placenta in a pot and buried it on a farm.
I woke up in a cold sweat. I couldn't make head or tail of the whole experience. Something urged me to go to church. I dressed up and went to church where I met my pastor. I narrated the dream to him and he became very excited. He insisted that both of us do praise worship immediately and, then travel to Jamu's family compound in Minna without delay.
As we entered Jamu's family compound the first person we saw was the woman in my dream. She was much, much older than in the dream, but it was her. She fell on her face immediately and started begging for mercy and forgiveness. A huge and embarrassed gathering of family members stood by and listened as she confessed to one atrocity after the other. She had destroyed many lives in that extended family.
In fairness to Jamu's employers, they supported us financially in every way. When it became obvious that nothing could be done for him in Nigeria, he was flown abroad for expert medical treatment. During this period, I removed Lemu's horrible, stinking seed from my system. While Jamu was being treated abroad, I continued my search for a cure for Daniel. My search took me to many places without an iota of hope for his improvement. But I couldn't give up on him. It got to a stage I was exhausted physically and mentally. My emotions were in turmoil and I had reached my lowest ebb. I went back to my original church. The church Jamu and I got married in and, poured my heart out to the pastor. He listened with rapt attention to all my tribulations and said, "put your trust in God".
I went home and started a serious regimen of fasting and prayer. After a few days, I had a very strange dream. In the dream, I was an observer looking at what took place years ago. I was given the insight in the dream that what I was seeing was when Jamu was being born. I watched the delivery and a woman that was revealed to me as his mother's older sister was given the baby's placenta for disposal. I watched as this woman placed the placenta in a pot and buried it on a farm.
I woke up in a cold sweat. I couldn't make head or tail of the whole experience. Something urged me to go to church. I dressed up and went to church where I met my pastor. I narrated the dream to him and he became very excited. He insisted that both of us do praise worship immediately and, then travel to Jamu's family compound in Minna without delay.
As we entered Jamu's family compound the first person we saw was the woman in my dream. She was much, much older than in the dream, but it was her. She fell on her face immediately and started begging for mercy and forgiveness. A huge and embarrassed gathering of family members stood by and listened as she confessed to one atrocity after the other. She had destroyed many lives in that extended family.
In Jamu's case after murdering his mother, she decided to take further revenge on an innocent child by destroying him in his prime. The painful part was that Daniel and I were just collateral damage. We suffered so that Jamu could feel more pain.
We instructed the old woman to take us to where she buried the pot containing the placenta, dig it up and hand it over to the pastor and me. She obeyed us without hesitation. We collected the grisly package and returned it to Abuja. I destroyed the charmed placenta burning it and scattering the ashes to the wind.
The reversal was immediate and joyful. After about six months, things have changed for the better, Daniel is back to himself and Jamu has started walking again. My only regret now was the pain and anguish I caused my mother. I am sure she has forgiven me. I thank God for His deliverance.
We instructed the old woman to take us to where she buried the pot containing the placenta, dig it up and hand it over to the pastor and me. She obeyed us without hesitation. We collected the grisly package and returned it to Abuja. I destroyed the charmed placenta burning it and scattering the ashes to the wind.
The reversal was immediate and joyful. After about six months, things have changed for the better, Daniel is back to himself and Jamu has started walking again. My only regret now was the pain and anguish I caused my mother. I am sure she has forgiven me. I thank God for His deliverance.
Interest story. Africa Magic movie can be made. I'd like to watch it on your YouTube channel.
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