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Nkechi’s mother and her friends were deep in prayers when Nkechi reached home. She so banged on the door loudly that her mother and friends were startled. “Who is that?!” her mother barked. “Mummy it is me!” recognizing her daughter’s voice, she ran to open the door. “Nkechi! You are back! What happened?” she asked. “I don’t know what has gone wrong with me. The things I think now… the things I desire… they are not me. I took excuse from work to come home and pray,” Nkechi replied. “We have been praying since my friends arrived. Join us,” said her mother. Nkechi dropped her bag on the floor, removed her jacket and knelt on the ground while her mother locked the door. Seeing Nkechi in that position, her mother knew what was coming next – she won’t get up until she had gain victory in prayer. Nkechi’s mother took her preferred position in prayer and said to her friends, “I and my daughter are not getting up from praying until God gives us victory. If you need water, please feel free to go to the fridge. If we do not get up by the time you want to leave, you can let yourselves out without disturbing us.” While she was still speaking, Nkechi began to make commands in the name of Jesus, commanding the forces of darkness working against her to release their hold over her mind and body. The sound of her deep and powerful prayer was all her mother and the other ladies needed for motivation.

Within minutes those women were groaning in prayers in one accord, smashing the cloud of darkness which had settled over Nkechi. Kalu was at work doing his best to keep his mind together. Confusing thoughts were zipping through his mind. While he worked he would remember how he had caught Folake with a man in his house and would begin to wonder what she was doing in his house. Seconds later he would feel a strong sexual urge toward her and would begin to type a text message expressing his feelings for her. This kept happening till afternoon. Without warning, Kalu threw up in his office and ran into the restroom. In the restroom he began to pass out black watery substance. At the same time, he felt anger and repulsion toward Folake. “How could I have allowed her back into my house?” he thought aloud.

In Kalu’s house, Folake was watching television. She had been calling the prophetess off and on to know if Nkechi had fallen into their trap. She was scared stiff when she heard voices of men crying in excruciating pain. She stood to her feet and ran into the guest room to get her voodoo. In the room, she met the doll which she used as a figure for Kalu on fire, burning feverishly. “No! No! This is not possible!” she yelled and ran into the bathroom to get water. When she returned, she emptied a cup of water over the doll. Much to her dismay, the doll exploded with fire and covered her. “Fire! Fire!! Fire!!!” she yelled, as she fought to escape from the fire. She was hoping people would hear her voice and come to her rescue. Sadly, not a soul heard her cry outside. She had to run into the bathroom and turned on the shower to quench the fire on her clothes. By now her skin had been badly charred and her hair burnt.

Too afraid to go back into the room, she decided to stay put in the bathroom. From the bathroom, she could still hear the voices of unseen men crying in pain. The doll was still burning, emitting smokes. She had no need to be told that what was going on was purely spiritual. Having left her phone in the living room, she could not call the prophetess to tell her what was going on. Trapped in the bathroom and unable to reach anyone outside, she began to cry for help. By the sea from where the prophetess operated, there was confusion. The prophetess and Bola were looking into an aluminum basin is disbelief. “Holy mother, why is the water boiling?” Bola asked. “Bola I do not know. I have not seen this before…go look into my clay pot and find out what Nkechi is doing,” the prophetess instructed. Bola ran to a coconut tree nearby and peered into a clay pot at the base of it. “Holy mother!!!” Bola yelled in shock. “Bola o!!! What is it?!” “The water in the pot is boiling!!” “Jesu Christi!! What is this?” shouted the prophetess. “Bola o! What is Nkechi doing?” she asked

Bola looked closely at the boiling water and suddenly, the clay pot exploded, sending hot water into Bola’s face. She grabbed her face, screaming in pain, “My eyes o! My eyes o! Holy mother my eyes o!” She ran in every direction holding her face. The prophetess ran to help her. When she had managed to get Bola to lie down on the ground, she removed her hand to have a look at her eyes. What she saw left her cold with fear. Bola’s eyes had already begun to decay with maggots in them. “Oluwa o!” the prophetess shouted and shrank back. She gyrated around and made some incantations. Feeling she wasn’t making connection with the spirits she worked with, she pulled her garment off, striping herself stark nude. She stepped into the shallow end of the sea and began to summon spirits in the sea. She had hardly stood in the sea for about two minutes when she let out a bloodcurdling cry and sunk into the water. Moments later she surfaced on the water, crying in a heart wrenching manner. The water around her was boiling. Strangely, she was being boiled alive in the water. She fought and thrashed to swim out of the water but could not. By now both her cry and that of Bola had attracted a few people on the beach. The crowd which gathered was stunned when they saw Bola’s eyes and the prophetess boiling in sea water. Those who could not stand the horrifying sights took to their heels while the others began to film the scene with their phones. 

Kalu having become very sickly after spending so much time in the toilet, was asked to go home. When he returned, he met Folake screaming in pain and calling for help. The door being locked from inside, Kalu had to call some street boys to help force the door open. Inside, they met Folake in the dining thrashing on the floor and screaming, “Fire! Fire! Fire!” There was no fire eyes could see, but she was badly burnt up. By evening when her torture had slowed considerably, she confessed before the crowd which gathered in front of Kalu’s house all she and the prophetess did so Kalu would marry her. When she mentioned that Kalu’s neighbor was part of their plan, some angry young men went to his office, dragged him out and gave him the beating of his life. They were going to set him alight when the police came and rescued him from them. That evening when an angry mob arrived at the sea where the prophetess and Bola operated from, they found the prophetess swollen and floating on the sea water. Her skin had peeled off and broke open with deep bloody cracks. She was boiled to death in the water. Bola was found with her entire face covered with maggots.

Nkechi’s picture and two cracked eggs were found on the beach, by the angry mob. When Nkechi and her mother heard all that had happened, they praised God and even went to church to give God thanks for the victory he granted them against the kingdom of darkness. Six months later, Kalu and Nkechi got married at a branch of Kingdom Life Ministries in Surulere. Having experienced the power of prayers in his miraculous deliverance, Kalu till this day hosts prayer meetings for men in his house, with Nkechi leading them in different prayer topics. As at the time this fiction was made out of their story, a young lady who was slapped by an unseen hand a week after her wedding was delivered in their Livingroom here in Lagos. As soon as we get the permission to publish the story, you will read it here. You must be wondering what happened to Folake? Folake is alive. However, it is unlikely she will ever get married. She was badly disfigured by the fire which burnt her in Kalu’s house. She gladly filled in some of the details in this story. You don’t want to see what she looks like; an orangutan is beautiful compared to her current appearance.


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