AMAZING LOVE - Episode 9

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Very early in the morning Eka rose, and after her prayers, went into the kitchen and began to fix a meal. She moved around the kitchen ...

Very early in the morning Eka rose, and after her prayers, went into the kitchen and began to fix a meal. She moved around the kitchen with the air of confidence which sprung from how her last food was received. The kitchen was in every sense beyond what she was used to at home. She was supposed be unhappy after what she had suffered in the hands of her parents, but somehow, particularly since she met Dr. Gerry, she was very happy. As she prepared the food, she felt guilty for being as happy as she was. She wished her siblings were alive so she could tell them about the angelic man she met. Though she was ahead of them in years, they in spite of that still confided in each other. She had promised them she would work hard to make sure they all had a better life than their parents could provide them with. As though her siblings could hear her, she said, “Usoro, Emem, Ubong and Nwaha I did not eat the four of you as witch. I lie not. They say the dead know what killed them. I did not kill any of you. I feel sad being as happy as I am, while worms eat your bodies in your graves. Of course you know the reason I am here. Papa and mama have thrown me out of the house claiming that I killed you two. How could I have done that when we all had dreams to grow up and get very rich? Maybe God has begun to fulfill that dream, but it hurts not to have the four of you here. I do not know if I will see papa and mama again. If a man comes to ask for my hand in marriage, I will ask my pastor to collect the dowry. Papa and mama did not protect me when outsiders turned against me claiming I was a witch. It was easy for them to believe a fake prophet in Oron and turned against me. Maybe Simbi is right, they are not my parents.”

While she spoke to her dead siblings, tears freely flowed from her eyes. In his room, Dr. Gerry slept like a child. After laboring in the kitchen for over an hour, she returned to her room and tried to nap but she could not and so she decided to watch television. Luckily there was a programme good enough to hold her attention, while she watched it; she began to nod her head in sleep. Before long she dozed off while the television remained on. Ekaette’s sleep had hardly lasted up to fifteen minutes when she felt a sharp pain on her back. She yelled and sprang from the bed. She touched her back and felt a bruise. It ran like a line from the back of her shoulder down to her waist. The bruise burnt with fervent heat. She was sure she yelled very loud, Dr. Gerry should have heard her, but why he did not come out to know what was wrong with her puzzled her a bit. She stripped herself of her clothe and stood before the mirror. In the mirror she could see the bruise clearly. She looked at the bed wondering how she came to sustain that sort of bruise. She was not lying on her back, even if she was, there was no way she could have suffered that bruise. There was nothing on the bed to give her that sort of bruise. Fear overcame her as the thought of what she hated the most flashed through her mind. Nodding her head in defiance, she said to no one in particular, “No! I am not a witch! I am not! I am the child of the most high God!” She paused and thought again about what happened to her and said prayerfully, “No weapon fashioned against me shall prosper. Witches cannot attack me! In Jesus name, witches have no power over me! No, they don’t!”

She pulled her clothes back on and wished she could call Simbi to tell her what had happened to her. She knew Simbi would have something helpful to say and would tell her how to pray concerning the attack. She wanted to go knock on Dr. Gerry’s door to ask him for his phone, but she could not bring herself to do that. She still could not figure out how he could not have heard her cry. Just then a thought dropped on her mind. She mulled it over and mumbled to herself, “Dr. Gerry cannot have anything to do with the occult. No! Satan, stop deceiving me! Dr. Gerry is a good man; he simply did not hear my cry.” Ekaette sat back on her bed and began to watch the television again. While she sat and enjoyed the programme on TV, a certain foul perfume wafted into her nostrils; her eyes darted about to see the source of the foul perfume and she saw her. She wanted to yell but for some reason her voice failed to give sound and the apparition vanished from her eyes. She was four years when she died and was named after her, hence the name Ekaette, which means father’s mother.

Eka cried bitterly, “God I am your child and not a witch. I don’t want to be a witch. Why would an old woman who died years ago appear in my room? God I know you and you alone. I reject every covenant I have with the dead.” In that moment she remembered what her pastor said about how to deal with evil covenants. She ran to the kitchen and poured out a small quantity of Power vegetable oil into a small plate and took it into her room. With it she began to pray and anoint her feet, fingers and her fore head. While she prayed, Dr. Gerry woke up, entering the passage between their rooms he shouted, “Eka good morning! I see you are praying; can I join you?” Quickly Eka kicked the plate of oil under the bed and wiped tears from her eyes. She worked on the tone of her voice and said as nicely as she could, “Yes doctor! You can join me!” Dr. Gerry knocked on her door, waited a bit and then entered the room. In about thirty minutes Eka led Dr. Gerry in a fiery session of prayers. Dr. Gerry was marveled by how intensely a girl of Eka’s age could pray. He felt ashamed of himself and swore that from that day he would make it a duty to start his day with fervent prayer. He had no clue what Ekatte had gone through that morning.

After the session of prayers Dr. Gerry went to have his bath to prepare for work, while Eka went to the kitchen to package a surprise for him. When Gerry came out to leave for work, Eka asked her to wait, from the kitchen she brought out a food flask neatly packaged in a customized nylon bag. Dr. Gerry was surprised and asked, “What is that?” Eka did her best to keep a smile on her face and said, “Now you don’t have to snap your food and show them at work. You can take it to work and make them salivate while you eat.” “Oh my God! Eka, you woke up early to prepare food for my. Jesus! I am speechless. What do I say?” “Say nothing. It is the least I can do to say ‘thank you’.” Dr. Gerry stood before her for a while saying nothing. The look in Dr. Gerry’s eyes made Eka to thaw out a bit and began to laugh. Dr. Gerry wished he could plant a peck on her cheek to say, ‘thank you’, but he knew his action would be misunderstood, so he stopped himself from that. Like a mother would do to her son who was going off to school, Eka gave him a pat on the back and said, “Now get going Dr. Gerry, you shouldn’t be late to work.” “I am actually going too early today. I have so much to do. I don’t always leave this early.” Like he just remembered something important, Dr. Gerry pulled out his wallet and gave Eka two thousand Naira saying, “Have this Eka, just in case you need to buy anything, you won’t have to wait for me to come back.” Eka turned it down saying, “Are you trying to pay me for the food?” “No, Eka. I am doing what I should do. I know you have no money on you. Take it.” Eka took the money from him and literally tried to chase him off to work. She was eager to go back to her prayers. Dr. Gerry handed her his call card and said, “This is my card, my number is on it, just in case you need to talk to me, call the number, okay.”

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