What’s on your mind?
??♂️The Abomination??♀️
Episode 7
I got a call from an unknown number on the 13th of July asking me if I was Mrs Nneka K@$$im. I almost
replied my caller by saying, “No, it’s a wrong number” but I changed my mind to answer in the
affirmative. “Yes, I am Mrs Nneka K@$$im, how may I help you?” I asked my caller. My name is nurse
Deborah calling from Diamond Clinic. Your husband is on admission in our clinic and his condition is very
critical. Your attention is urgently nee-ded to save his life. Delay can be dangerous madam, she said and
hung up. It’s true K@$$im had hurt me but would I let him die? Nneka you nee-d to put away your anger
and save the life of your husband, I encouraged myself. I put a call to Toyin to meet me in Diamond clinic
immediately. I chartered a taxi that drove me straight to Diamond clinic
Without any word from the doctor, I was whisked away to the laboratory where my blood sample was
taken and tested. The agitations and fear on the staff faces was worrisome, hence no one was willing to
talk to me. Can someone tell me what is happening here? What’s wrong with my husband? I angrily
asked a nurse. Ma, only the doctor can talk to you on this, and like you can see he’s running helter skelter trying to save your husband’s life. You just have to remain calm until he’s ready to talk to you. I
was really angry because this situation will bring us together without K@$$im realising the evil he has
done. I tried to be calm but that was not easy. The doctor and the nurses were busy going up and down
and talking to each other in a way no one was hearing.
After two hours of tension, I was invited to see the doctor in his office. I insisted Toyin should come
along with me but the doctor refused her in. She’s everything to me and I will like her to hear
whatsoever is wrong with my husband. No, I will like to talk to you alone for now, the doctor prevailed.
He ordered me to sit down on a chair in front of his desk. Mrs K@$$im, it is sad to announce to you that
your husband is having a chronic heart condition that require intensive care in China or we lose him in a
month. God forbid, my husband will not die, he will live to declare the works of God, I rebuked the
doctor sharply. Well, I am a minister of the gospel and I have faith in the healing power of God but I
advise you fly your husband to China before it is too late.
I called my in-laws immediately to come down to Lokoja. I was made to deposit N120,000 and two pints
of blood was taken from me. Toyin had called baba to join us in prayers and pleaded with him to se-nd
some prayer team to us. I was going up and down at the hospital reception not knowing what to do next.
When the prayer team arrived, they swung into action. Their prayers were directed against untimely
death. The only sister among the prayer team stopped the prayers and shared her vision with other
team members. “While we were praying, I saw brother K@$$im in between two women, an old woman
and a young lady. They tied his ne-ck with chains, dragging him to an unknown destination. Immediately
after the sister’s message, their prayer points changed and the prayer became more intense until the
clinic management barged in and requested we lower our voice because our prayers were disturbing
other patients in the ward.
I had to sleep by him in the clinic that day. By the following day, my mother-in-law and my brother-in-
law had arrived. I tried to brief them about his condition but they seemed to know more about his
ailment than I know. They went out to talk and by the time they came in, they requested he should be
discharged. This case is not hospital case, we are taking him to the village for traditional treatment. The
doctor did not protest at all. I was shocked when he did their bidding without hesitation. I made up my
mind to travel with them to the village. I called my colleague in the office to inform him about the development and the nee-d for me to travel to the village. I begged him to cover up for me. The journey
to the village was the end of hiding for my husband.
What’s on your mind?
??♂️The Abomination??♀️
Episode 8
My husband was taken to a herbalist in Egi-Oyo Ipo, a very small hamlet in Kwara state. The herbalist
made some incantations, gave him some concoctions to drink and for the first time his eyes came down.
The smiles on our faces was ab-orted when the herbalist came to announce to us “I see death on his
forehead”. We can only remove this death if only he can confess the secret in his belly. Secret? I shouted.
K@$$im why have you hid the secret for this long even to the point of death? The same secret baba
pastor wanted you to confess that you refused. Now that you are face to face with death, will you speak
up and save your life or keep your secret and die? Even at this K@$$im, was not willing to say anything.
His dad was the first to break the silence. He pleaded with the herbalist to let him talk on behalf of his
son. Fifteen years ago, K@$$im was caught ra-ping his mother while I was away at the farm. He was
arrested by the youth of our village and taken to Kabiyesi.
The ifa priest was invited to seek the face of the gods and to pronounce judgement on him. We were asked to bring two live cows, twenty one black fowls, seven kegs of palm wine and some monies for sacrifice. We did everything we were asked to do and he was banished from the village for three years.
My bo-dy went cold on hearing all K@$$im’s father had said. So my husband had done this terrible abomination without telling me? No wonder my wo-mb
could not conceive even for one day after I married him. I wept as if my eye ba-lls will fall off from its
socket. The herbalist checked throu-ghhis calabash again, “The death se-ntence is still hanging”, he said.
There are still many atrocities he is yet to confess. He has just seven days to confess or he will join his
ancestors in the land beyond, the herbalist warned. I grabbe-d K@$$im and shook him ha-rd, why do you
want to die untimely? Look at death starring at you, yet you are still hiding secrets, please confess and
set yourself free. There is nothing that will be more shocking than what daddy had already confessed on
your behalf. I went on my kneels begging my husband to say something but he was adamant. How can a
man be this ha-rdened even at the face of death? I didn’t know this is the type of man I married, my
thoughts were almost louder than words.
Three days has p@$$ed but my husband refused to confess and his condition got worse-nby the day.
Death was all written all over him but he was indifferent. On the fifth day his hands and legs stopped
moving. His condition graduated to pa-rtial stro-ke. Toyin wasn’t happy with me because of my R0m-nce
with the diabolical arena because of my unyielding husband. Sincerely, I had forgotten I was a born
again Christian until Toyin began to ask me if I followed them to the herbalist. But what could I have
done? To sit back while they carry my husband to places I don’t know? I knew I had compromised my
faith but there wasn’t any option left for me. We wouldn’t have been here if K@$$im had confessed to
baba.
More shocking revelations to come…..
TBC