RISING DEEP - Episode 8

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Nigeria's leading fictional story blog - table, My parents, uncle Jones, speak in tongues, piercing screams, knife, screaming, My mother, my father, the prayers which escaped from her mouth, the floor, bike rider.


Groggily, Sandra sat up on the table. I was glad when I saw her wake up. She did not need me to tell her what was going on. My parents, uncle Jones and Gegwe were all naked and touching me indecently. Above, the spirits had gathered in full with a black smoke swelling around them. Sandra’s first response was to speak in tongues. I had heard of the power of anointed tongues, that day, I saw one in manifestation. I felt my heart vibrate as Sandra prayed. I still do not remember when I joined her. I was the type who liked to pray in my articulate language, but Sandra was the more spiritual person between us.

The powerful prayers from the tongues of Sandra and I caused no little stir in the room. My parents, uncle Jones and Gegwe pulled away from me shouting respectively, “Stop Patricia! Shut up! Stop praying evil child!!” Sandra was shaking her head from left to right, unleashing the sort of tongues I had not heard before. I was certain the power of God had settled over her. She was praying and shedding tears at the same time. From the table where I lay, I felt heat waves coming from her direction. It urged me to pray on. The spirits above head began to disperse with piercing screams while my parents, uncle Jones and Gegwe covered their ears with their hands, begging us to stop praying.


Certain we wouldn’t listen; uncle Jones went for the knife which lay next to Sandra. Sandra had not seen the knife and so I had to shout to bring her attention to it, “Sandra the knife!” Like a robot, Sandra grabbed the knife and plunged it into uncle Jones who had reached the table where she was sitting. Uncle Jones ran back holding his head with two hands as blood spurted from the knife stuck in his head. My parents and Gegwe reacted with soulful screams as though they were the ones who had been stabbed, and pulled further away from me. I pulled at the ropes to break free, but they were too tough for me. I could not wait to join the fight.

Further away from Sandra and I, uncle Jones stood with the knife in his head, facing the wall. We could hear his deep baritone voice saying words which came across to us as incantation. The sound of those words hushed Sandra and I for a few seconds, while we watched, uncle Jones exploded into a dark cloud and went through the wall as the knife in his head dropped to the floor. With uncle Jones gone, Sandra who was now standing on the table and praying without any clothes on, jumped down from the table and ran for the knife which lay on the floor. My mother saw the knife and went for it too. Thankfully, Sandra beat her to it and came after her with the knife. She turned and ran toward my father who was trying to lead Gegwe out of the room.

From the moment we began to pray, Gegwe’s charred face had begun to burn intensely, emitting some bluish smoke from both her cheeks. The girl was really demonic. My father was desperate to get her out of the room but Gegwe was not making things easy for him. She kept staggering about the room with her finger and toe nails changing to talons and claws. With no protection coming from my father, my mother began to run around my table trying hard to evade several swipes from Sandra who was very enraged. I didn’t like the idea of being left tied to that table, so I called at Sandra for help. “Sandra please cut the ropes on me!” I shouted. At first she did not listen to me. Though she chased after my mother with the knife in her hand, I could tell she was more interested in the prayers which escaped from her mouth. I could still feel the intensity of the words she prayed.

As if some invisible force slammed into the back of her head, my mother slumped to the floor with a brute force and began to writhe violently and screaming with a voice I knew was not her own. All the strands of hairs on her head stood upright as she shut her eyes firmly screaming unknown words. Sandra was forced to stop chasing her when she saw her manifesting in a demonic manner. That was my chance to get her attention and so I screamed at her again to cut me loose, “Sandra please help me! Cut the ropes please!” She ran toward my table and began to slash at the ropes on my hands and feet.

Just when Sandra had cut me loose, my mother stopped screaming and sprang to her feet. Her eyes burned with rage and seem to have flames in them. Sign of demonic possession. “Sandra, we need to get out of here, grab your clothes and put them on,” I said to her. She handed the knife to me and I stood before her with the knife in one hand and using the other to pull my clothes back on.

In the far corner of the room Gegwe stopped crying in pain and stood to her feet, her gaze fixed on us. My father who was helping her shoved her away roughly and started walking toward Sandra and I. “Sandra! Something has taken hold of them! Look at their eyes, we need to get out now!” I screamed. Sandra raised her head and looked at them. “Jesus! Jesus! In the name of Jesus bow you devil!!” demanded Sandra. My parents and Gegwe hit the flow in heaps. I made for the door and yanked it open; behind me Sandra followed, still trying to cover her nakedness with her torn clothes. “Come the way  you are, Sandra! We have to get out of here!” I had hardly finished saying those words, when Gegwe sprang to her feet and was suddenly behind Sandra. She grabbed Sandra from behind and raised her right hand to bury her claws into her neck. For once I saw fear in Sandra’s eyes. With no time to think things through, I shot myself forward, knocking both Sandra and Gegwe to the floor.

A distance away, my parents stirred and began to rise lamely to their feet. Next to me, Gegwe was tearing Sandra up with her claws like a piece of cloth. There was a new strength with which she fought. Sandra was aware of that and obviously tried to escape than fight Gegwe. Holding the knife in my hand firmly, I stabbed it into Gegwe’s side. I expected a scream from her, but what I got was a deafening slap from her. I fell back to the floor and for a moment, my sight went blank. When I regained my sight, Gegwe was on top of Sandra, beating her to pulp. With the knife firmly in my hand, I stood up, took a few steps forward and stabbed it into Gegwe’s heart from the back. The scream I got from her made me realize I had dealt a major blow to her. My parents also fell back to the floor crying as if they were the ones I had stabbed.

When I pulled out the knife for a second blow, Gegwe sprang around with an unnatural strength and swung those her claws at me. I ducked and aimed my head at her chest just the way ladies fight with their heads stuck out and knocked her back to the floor. Yelling the name of Jesus, I repeatedly stabbed Gegwe on the chest. I must have stabbed her fifteen or twenty times, I had no clue. When she stopped fighting back, I stood up and dragged Sandra out of the room. She had been badly torn up by Gegwe. When we stepped out of the building, what lay ahead of us left me speechless.

The Hospital
“Where did you find the young man?” asked a medical doctor. “At the community playground,” replied the bike rider. “He is not responding to treatment. Besides that, he is saying gibberish in-between his heavy breathing. Do you happen to know any of his relatives?” the doctor asked. “Yes, I know his sister. In fact, I can go to his father’s house and inform anyone I might see there about his condition,” responded the bike rider. “We will be very grateful if you could do that. While you are at it, we will see what we can do for him. Hold on, what did you say his name is?” “Samuel.” “Thank you,” said the doctor as he left.

The bike rider hurried out of the hospital, heading for his bike. At the intensive care unit, a doctor and two nurses stood around Samuel’s bed observing him as he continued to breathe heavily, saying incoherent words in-between his gulps of breath. “If we don’t do anything for him, he is going to die,” said the female doctor in the company of the two nurses. “He can’t even take infusion. Maybe taking him to a prayer house might be much more beneficial to him in this condition,” suggested one of the nurses. “Do you think the management would frown if we pray for him?” the female doctor asked. “Who will tell them? Please let’s pray for him,” said the second nurse. The moment they bowed their heads and began to pray, Samuel sat up on the bed screaming, “Please don’t pray, I am not a devil!” “Shut up you evil spirit!!!” barked the female doctor. Samuel fell back on the bed and lay quiet with only his eyeballs moving rapidly under eye lids.

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Uzoma Ujor

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