My Sexcapedes Episode 32
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👫 My Sexcapedes EPISODE THIRTY TWO: ❣️
After what seemed like forever, I finally summoned up courage to take the bold step in my quest for a child.
I must confess, I had exhausted every available option at my disposal all in the quest for a child. We have had a series of tests, medications, including herbal medicine. We have stepped into many churches — visited many prophets and prophetesses. But all our efforts proved abortive.
Worstill, age was fast catching up with us, especially my wife whom menopause was seriously staring at.
We have waited in God’s time but it seemed like God’s time was not forthcoming again. So I decided to take the bull by its horn.
Not any longer. God can wait.
I made up my mind to travel home. Because it seemed like the solution to my childlessness lay at home. I had revelation to that via a dream.
IN THE DREAM:
I was on the mountain fasting and praying. I have already spent a month on the mountain. Because I vowed never to go home unless God answered my prayer. So I was praying and crying unto God when I had a tap at my back. I turned, behold it was a little child. I was shocked and flasgabatted because how could a little child of such a tender age be able to climb onto such a high mountain. He was about five years old. He was clouded in white regalia.
‘Who are you little child?’, I asked.
‘I am whom I am’, he replied.
‘How did you managed to climb up here?’, I had to ask again.
‘Miracle’, he replied.
‘Who do you say you are again?’, I asked again.
‘I am whom I am’, he insisted.
‘What do you want?’, I asked amid fear. Because, already, fear had gripped me down to my spines.
‘Don’t be afraid. I am here to help you’, his voice echoed again.
‘How?’, I stuttered.
‘Go home — I mean your ancestral home —because what you are looking for in Sokoto is in your Shokoto’, his voice echoed again.
‘How? What do you mean?’, I asked in curiosity.
‘I have given you a clue, find the lead yourself’, he said.
‘But please help me with the lead..’.
Before I could finish my statement, the little child had disappeared in a thin air.
‘Where are you? Where have you gone? Please come and give me the lead..’, I was screaming, pleading.
Amid my screaming, I woke up to reality. It was a dream.
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I was set to go home. I promised myself never to return back without a solution to my problem.
I had to lie to my wife that I was going home to see my mother. That she sent for me.
I traveled to the village. Even my mother was not aware of my homecoming. So on getting to the village, I went straight to Ichie Amadi’s house. He was the only person whom my spirit was very much convinced to meet. He was one of the oldest men in my village. A family member like no other.
When I got to his place, Ichie Amadi welcomed me so much. I met him on his way out but he had to cancel his appointment when I told him how urgent my problem was.
We sat in his Obi. He served me palm wine. So while we were enjoying the palm wine, we engaged in a conversation.
‘Ichie Amadi, our people say that a toad doesn’t run in the daytime for nothing, it’s either the toad is chasing something or something is chasing the toad,’ I began.
‘My son, what’s troubling you? A problem shared is half solved’, he replied.
‘Ichie Amadi, my marriage is about to clock twenty years. But nothing to show for it. Ichie, tell me what marriage is without a child? I have done everything humanly possible all to no avail’, I paused. ‘Our people say that if a wild animal feels itchy, he rubs the itchy part against a tree, but if a human being feels itchy, he runs to a fellow human being for a scratch. Ichie, I am here today for you to help me,’ I concluded.
‘What makes you think I have a solution to your problem?’, ichie Amadi asked.
‘My spirit can’t lead me astray. Besides, I had a dream,’ I paused before continuing. ‘This is my dream:…’, I narrated my dream without leaving any stone unturned.
‘My son, you are welcome. You have taken the right decision coming home to find the root of your problem,’ he paused to take a sip of the palm wine before continuing. ‘Whenever I look at you, what comes into my mind is how my brother, your father, came about you. It was a mystery’, he sighed. ‘I vividly remember the day you were dedicated to Aja, our ancestral deity. Having considered the circumstances behind you, we thought that our ancestors would reject you. But at the end of the ritual, Aja accepted you wholeheartedly. That was the day you became part and parcel of our familyhood. And as long as the sun rises up in the morning, no son of this soil shall not rise. My son, we must get to the root of your problem today,’ he said and surged up like a big masquerade. ‘Follow me, we have a journey ahead’, he continued
I stood up and followed him. We moved. We didn’t take a straight road – it was a thin bush path we took. Just in the twinkling of an eye, we found ourselves in the next village.
‘Ichie Amadi, where are we going?’, I had to ask.
‘To see the great seer of our time. He has a mirror through which you can see what your problem is. Not just that, he will also foster a solution to whatever problem it may be’, he explained.
Moments later, we arrived at the shrine. It was located in a secluded area of the village. The shrine was somewhat scary and lonely. It was a mini-bush that housed the shrine. The bush was mostly made up of Ogirish trees. Hung on some of the Ogirishi trees were pieces of red, white and black clothes while some were wrapped on the waist of the trees. Animal skulls were also hung on the trees.
Meanwhile we had pulled off our footwears at the entrance of the shrine before coming in, as the voices of the owls and other birds echoed repeatedly.
We made our way into the hut and sprawled on the floor. Stood was a heap of feathers and animal skulls splashed with blood. The unpleasant smell emanating from the heap was very much unbearable. But I had to bear it.
The seer was an old man. It required a keen observation to accept the fact that the old man was blind. He wore red regalia. Parts of his body were decorated with white chalk.
Amadi and the seer seemed to be an old pals. Because the manner at which they exchanged pleasantries said it all. The seer brought out a calabash. Amadi signaled me to put money inside. I deeped hand into my pocket and brought out a thousand naira note and dropped it into the calabash.
The IGBA AFA(Divination) began:
The seer sprawled widely on the ground. He muttered out some incantations. Then stretched a short stick towards me to touch. I touched the stick and mentioned my name. He struck the stick against a tortoise shell, then hit the stick again against the cowries he had thrown on the ground – in between his legs. This followed with more passionate incantations with my name. He began to ask questions. Questions in respect to my childlessness – the reason why my marriage has not been blessed with fruits. As if his questions were falling in deaf ears, he kept asking, performing powerful incantations along.
Along the line, the messages started coming. He started speaking while still performing his incantations.
‘..speak to me, I am hearing,’ he said while listening attentively as if an invisible person was speaking to him.
‘They say you are the artectech of your problem..’, he was delivering the messages to me. ‘That you have committed an abomination against humans and your ancestors. Ndi Ichie(ancestors) are very much angry with you likewise the spirits of your late father and that of your late brother,’ he paused from speaking while concentrating on his incantations. ‘You have committed a very big sacrilege. The consequences of your actions are what you are facing today’, he concluded.
‘What has he committed?’, Amadi asked
‘Let me ask them’, the seer replied while toasting the cowries on the ground. ‘They say I should ask what sacrilege he has committed..’, he was asking while performing incantation altogether.
‘The sinner knows his sins,’ he added.
Amadi stared at me. His look spoke a lot of volumes. Though he did not speak, but from his look, there were questions begging for an answer. I was full of guilt. Amadi must have seen it on my face. I believed that was why he proceeded asking the seer for solutions.
‘The great seer, what’s the way forward? The deed had been done. How can we appease the angry spirits?’, he asked.
‘I have to ask them’, he said while getting ready for another round of divination.
‘They are asking for a solution. Speak to me..’ He asked while toasting the cowries on the ground again, again and again while repeating the same question.
‘They say I should tell you that you have to speak out. The land needs to be purged of its defilement. The angry spirits need to be appeased. If not, your marriage will continue to be wallowing in the ocean of childlessness,’ he concluded.
‘The great one, please ask them more questions. Let them be specific on how to go about all these appeasements’, Amadi had to plead.
The seer swung into divination again. This time, he was asking the invisibles for more clarifications on how to go about the attornments of those that have been wronged.
After all said and done, he began to pass the messages out to us: ‘He had to speak out first . Then he had to go to the graves of his late father and brother for atonements. Finally, he had to purge the land for his defilement. By doing so, he shall be at peace, likewise his marriage’, he faced Amadi ‘Look for a Dibia(native doctor) that will guide him on the ritual’, he concluded.
After all said and done, we left for home.
‘My son, what sacrilege have you committed?’, Amadi asked on our way home.
I opened my mouth but nothing seemed to be coming out from my mouth. But..
Watch out for the next episode to see how things unfolded.
To Be Continued…
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