…just too powerful for me. I don’t think I can handle this case at all. I’d suggest you take her to someone higher in rank than me. Or even to a higher power because she does not have much time anymore. Please do something fast” the native doctor advised, turned his back to him and walked away. Chief Ojobo thought hard about what to do or what to tell Pamela’s mum, he just stood there lost in thought not daring to go inside to break the sad news to her.
Pamela remained on bed for three days, nursing her emotional wound even after the physical ones had healed. Her constant companion was The Voice. She used what happened that Saturday night as an excuse to stay on and fantasize about the mysterious Voice in her head. Ikenna had gone to work as usual since he had tried severally to talk and cajole her out of the bed without success.
That afternoon, around 12 p.m., she thought she saw a shadow perch on the edge of the bed beside her. She was so frightened that she started quivering until he spoke and she realized it was her mysterious Voice.
The Voice: “Shhhhhhh! don’t be frightened, it’s me”.
Pamela: “Oh thanks goodness you are here at last! Where have you been? I’ve waited endlessly for you today”. She said, close to tears.
The Voice: “I’m here now, no need to worry anymore. Did you do the things I thought you to do to make you feel better?”
Pamela: “No, shall I do them now?”
The Voice: “Of course! I want to watch you do them” he said smiling mischievously.
She dashed out to the kitchen, searching frantically for the blunt knife they used. Aisha, the youth corps member living there looked at her suspiciously but waved her fears aside. Thinking it was none of her business anyway. Pamela sat down on the bed and showed the knife to her formless companion who nodded to her to go ahead. She held the knife tightly and cut herself deep just above her left wrist. She grimaced with pain but when she saw the blood gushing out, she relaxed and enjoyed the feel of it dripping down her palms.
Pamela: “I’ve done it, and I feel so good” she smiled.
The Voice: “I love the look of you when you do that too. Now I shall give you a gift to make you forget the feel of that man’s touch” it said seductively, made her lie back, and started wriggling on her body. He touched her face, her boobs and she moaned with pleasure. That noon, instead of asking her to touch herself, he made love to her over and over again then disappeared when it knew it was time for her husband to return from work.
Before Ikenna returned, Pamela had cleaned herself up, nursed the wound on her hand and worn a long sleeve gown to conceal it. She wiped clean the floor where the blood had dripped onto and laid back on the bed contented and happy.
Ikenna: “I am back” he announced unhappily thinking he would get no reaction from his wife as usual.
Pamela: “Welcome back Mr. How was work today?” She asked standing up from the bed.
Ikenna: “Oh wow someone is back! I seem to be the luckiest and happiest man on earth today” he took two steps to where she stood and hugged her warmly. “Welcome back my love, I hope you’ve finally forgiven me?” he asked looking into her eyes.
Ikenna: “Okay, let me hear it”.
Pamela: “You will not make love to me for the time being till I say so”.
Ikenna: “What? What kind of talk is that? You shouldn’t even be insinuating that let alone blurting it out so blatantly. Are you out of your mind?” he raved.
Pamela: “Sure, I’m not out of my mind, I just need some time to heal. I didn’t say we won’t make love but just give me some time to heal emotionally. What you did to me almost killed me, you know that. Now even the thought of sex makes me depressed” she said cunningly.
Ikenna: “Okay, give me some time to think about it”.
Pamela: “What is there to think about? I need your reply now please and your corporation except you don’t want this house to be peaceful. If you agree, I will start cooking for you regularly and probably find something to do too to augment your peanut of an income. So my dear, what do you say?”
Ikenna: “Okay! Okay! I’m agreeing because of the peace I need in this house but you know it’s not going to be easy right? Don’t blame me if this boomerangs on you. Don’t blame me if you are unable to bear the repercussions of this decision of yours?” he warned.
Pamela: “Of course Mr. I will not blame you at all” she said happily without giving a thought to his warnings.
Ikenna: “And stop calling me Mr. call me something else other than that”.
Pamela: “Uhn… Okay sir! Hope sir is okay by you?” she giggled.
Ikenna: “Funny!” he could not help but smile back at her.
Mama Nkech: “I heard about your daughter…how is she now? Hope she is now responding to treatment? She asked Pamela’s mum at the orie afor market when she saw her at the meat sellers’ stand.
Pamela’s mum: “I thank God for his mercies and grace. If not for the early intervention of the pastor who prayed fervently for her, she could have lost her life. And to think of it, I hated that pastor Chuks before now for his rantings on the street and the way he prays.
Mama Nkechi: “Ehn ehn! That is good news, I am happy for you. May we never witness such a thing again in our lifetime? Hmmmmm”
Pamela’s mum: “Amen ooo” she replied clasping her hands together.
Mama Nkechi: “But what exactly was wrong with her? I heard it was demonic possession?” she whispered.
Pamela’s mum: “And who on earth told you that? Why am I even answering you in the first place? You must have used juju on me” she fumed.
Mama Nkechi: “Of course not, don’t talk like that now. Was just concerned, that’s all. Besides there’s something I need to tell you very urgently. If you want, I will come by your house to discuss it with you”.
Pamela’s mum: “Okay, I just hope it will be worth my while. I have to go now. See you later”.
Mama Nkechi: “Sure see you later…mtchew she thinks she’s all that just because her daughter is in Lagos. Onye ala”.
As Pamela’s mum walked home that day, she remembered what Pastor Chuks had told her after Odinaka had been restored to health:
Pastor Chuks: “Madam, how often do you pray?”
Pamela’s Mum: “I don’t know how to pray, I can only say few words before I sleep off so I don’t usually bother myself.”
Pastor Chuks: “Then you must develop the habit of praying now. One thing I can tell you is that there is fire on the mountain but this time around, running will not help, you must quench that fire with your prayers.”
Pamela’s Mum: “What are you talking about? But Odinaka is well now, what other fire can there be on the mountain?”
Pastor Chuks: “You have another child besides these two?”
Pamela’s Mum: “Yes and she is in Lagos” she said smiling
Pastor Chuks: “Pray very hard for her. You must pray very hard for her.”
Pamela’s Mum: “Okay I will do that” she replied as he stood up to leave. “Thank you very much Pastor. We are indebted to you”.
Pastor Chuks: “Thank God not me, I am just a vessel He used to restore your daughter to health.” He said smiling.
Few hours later, Mama Nkechi and Pamela’s mum sat in front of the house discussing.
Pamela’s mum: “So you wanted to discuss something important with me, I am all ears now”.
Mama Nkechi: “It’s about your daughter Pamela…”
Pamela’s mum: “What about her?” she said sitting up.
Mama Nkechi: “Well…
Question: What is mama Nkechi going to tell her? should Ikenna have agreed to her condition or term?
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