RISING DEEP - Episode 2

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“It’s okay Gegwe. I am sorry we judged you very hard…please, try to understand us…its hard dealing with this. Think about it. Think about finding out you have a sister after twenty years of your life,” I said to my sister. She was sobbing hard. “Tell us the truth, who are you? Where are you from? Why did mom and dad hide the knowledge about you from us. Besides uncle Jones, who else knows about you in our extended family?” Sandra asked, her eyes burning like a torch. She was clearly not convinced by Gegwe’s tears.

“Stop, Sandra! Cut her some slack please! Can’t you see she has been through much?!” I yelled at Sandra. “I don’t know why you all can’t see it…It is not hidden from my eyes. I am sorry to put it this way, Gegwe, there is some evil in you and it scares me,” Sandra said, sounding as though she was ignorant of what she had done. I sprang from the ground where I was and aimed a hot slap at Sandra’s face. She ducked quickly, dropped back on the bed and evaded my attack. “She is your sister! I want you to get used to that from this moment, Sandra!” I yelled. Sandra dragged herself out of my bed and left the room. She could not so much as look at Gegwe on her way out.

“Thanks Patricia for speaking up for me,” Gegwe said with tears in her eyes. “It’s nothing. You don’t have to thank me for that. We are sisters aren’t we?” “It means much to me. I don’t remember anyone putting up a fight for me genuinely. In every case they did, they wanted something from me,” Gegwe explained. When I had installed myself on the floor next to Gegwe, I asked to know more about her. I was afraid that Sandra may have been right about her. “Do you have a clue as to why mom and dad failed to tell us about you? What was life like for you in Liberia?” I asked, trying very hard not to give away my misgiving about her. “I really do wish I knew. I was taken to Liberia while I was months old,” she replied.

I was certain she was lying. I felt it in my heart. It pained me to realize she was lying. “Look Gegwe, I don’t know what you have been through and done, but lying to me will not help you at all around here. You mentioned earlier that ‘they’ made you do things. Who are those people and what did they make you do?” “Scary things. I don’t want to talk about them, please. As soon as I recover, I promise to talk to you about them,” Gegwe said, her eyes very teary. I nodded to acquiesce. However, for reasons beyond me, I felt my skin creep. Then I felt as if a wave of evil presence was swooshing out of Gegwe. I wanted to ask her how she was able to do what I experienced in my parents’ bedroom, but I decided against it. “It has been a busy day for me, I think I am due for a good night rest. Talk to you in the morning, Gegwe,” I said, deliberately dismissing her.

“Thanks for your time, Patricia.” “You are welcome Gegwe.” She stood up and left my room. I was minded to go talk to Sandra and bring her back to my room so we could pray and sleep together in my room. Perhaps I was too tired; by the time my head touched the pillow, I slept off. Three hours later I startled out of sleep. A sound had woken me up. I picked my steps and made for the door. Carefully I opened the door and went into the passageway. The sound was from my parents’ room. It sounded like my parents were making love; but strangely there was a third voice in their room. On a second thought, I recalled that my parents never made that much noise when they made love. As I drew closer to their room, I found out the door to the room was not locked. Through the crevice on the door, I peeped. What I saw left my heart cold. Right on my parents’ holy matrimonial bed were my mother, my father and Gegwe having a raunchy threesome.

I wanted to shout but my voice gave no sound. I heard my father say to my mother and Gegwe, “The others must never find out. The children must never know about this.” Gegwe and my mother nodded. They were clearly under some thick layer of incestuous sexual lust. I looked at my mother and could not recognize her. My father had something in his eyes which seemed to reach into my heart. I felt as though I was being pulled into the room to join their demonic act. In a split second it seemed as though someone was undressing me while I stood at the door peeping at them. A heavy cloud of lust settled over me. My knees felt wobbly and my breasts hardened. In spite of myself, I let out a lustful gasp. I could have sworn the devil came down that moment to make love to me.

I still do not know how I managed it, the moment I hit the floor helplessly, waiting for the evil force to use me as it wished, my lips moved and called the name of Jesus three times. At the mention of that name, I saw myself on my feet running into my room. When I touched the knob of the door to my room, I found myself on my bed, waking up from sleep. I was scared stiff. Even the sound of my heavy breathing scared me. “Was it a dream?” I whispered to myself. Willing to prove to myself if it was a dream or not, I got out of bed and left my room. Trembling, I went to check my parents’ room, the door had been locked and the room dark. There were no rays of light coming out of the room through the cracks on the door or crevice under the door.

I tiptoed away to Gegwe’s room. Her door was wide open. I reached into the room and turned on the light. Her room was empty and her clothes and undergarments were lying on the floor. A thought raced through my heart and left me enraged. I dashed into the room in spite of my fear. It had occurred to me that maybe Gegwe was praying on my brother, Samuel. I searched the bathroom and even the wardrobe and there was no sign of Gegwe. I ran toward my brother’s room and barged into his room. He was sound asleep. My noisy entrance woke him and he grabbed his pillow as a weapon to defend himself from the intruder. “It’s okay Sammy. I am the one,” I said to calm him. “What is it Pat?” he asked, still breathing heavily. “Ssh!” I said with a finger on my lips and dashed out of his room. When I got to Sandra’s room, her door was locked. I put my ear on the door and listened intently. Her room was quiet, then I rapped on the door gently and called out in a hushed tone, “Sandra! Sandra!”

I could not wait for Sandra to open the door. When she did, I dashed into her room, almost knocking her to the ground. “Where is that devil?” I asked. “Who?” Sandra asked, looking surprised. “Gegwe,” I whispered. “What makes you think she would be here? What is going on Patricia?” “Nothing.” “You are lying Pat. Tell me what you saw?” “Nothing. I saw nothing. Lock your door and stay inside. The devil is amongst us now.” “I thought you said you saw nothing.” “Sandra I can’t tell you what I saw, at least not this night. Stay in your room please.” “Okay I will.” I was meaning to leave Sandra’s room when Samuel entered. “Something is wrong in this house. I can feel it in my heart. I just can’t close my eyes anymore,” Samuel said.

“What do you mean you can’t close your eyes anymore?” I asked. “I see things when I close my eyes.” “What do you see?” asked Sandra. “I see naked men and women…but…but…they are not human…they are not… they are spirits,” Samuel said stuttering. His word struck me dumb. “It has begun, that devil has opened the door to her colleagues,” Sandra whispered more to herself than to us. “Let us pray,” I suggested. For the next thirty minutes I and my siblings prayed as fervently as we could. Sore afraid to sleep alone in our rooms, we decided to go to my room and spend the night till morning.

To make sure I proved what I saw was not a mere dream, I went to lock Gegwe’s room and left with the key. I also locked my door after we had gone into my room to sleep. My plan was to have Gegwe explain to me in which of the rooms she spent the night. I knew she was in my parents’ room and was eager to make her realize I know what they did.

Clearly I didn’t know what I was up against.

I and my siblings did not wake up in the morning till about 9:20 am. When I left my room to go find Gegwe, she was in her room. How she found a way to open her door was beyond me. I ran back to my room to look for her key and it was not there. Strangely the door to my room was locked when I woke that morning. So how did Gegwe get the key to her room which I had thrown into a locker in my room?

 In that moment, I knew I had to speak to someone outside my family. When I saw my dad that morning, he was cold toward me. It was as if he knew what I saw in the night. His eyes were filled with anger toward me. When I greeted him, he gazed upon me for some time and mumbled what I could not understand. Gegwe was the one I was expecting to be mad with me, but she was full of happiness and joy. When she saw me, she greeted me as if the was not aware I was the one who locked her door and left with the key. My mom on her part was as much happy as Gegwe was. She could not stop humming songs that morning. She even gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek. Maybe my dad hypnotized them to do what I saw, I thought. The mystery was only just beginning to unfold.


Written by:
Uzoma Ujor

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