In the next four to five weeks that quickly went by, I began to learn a lot of amazing, frightening and horrible things about Ebie, sometimes through the book that disappeared into my abdomen. There were ‘things’ which I came across, but I’d decided against mentioning all of them, and simply tagged them ‘wonderful.’ There were also things which I learnt from my fellow initiates, some of whom had been initiated years before and some who’d been initiated when I was still a crawling baby. One of these things was an event which happened in the first week of August. It all began when I walked out of an event centre after an art exhibition was concluded. A male caller informed me that my cargo from Europe had been cleared. Further, it was awaiting my collection at an automobile showroom, somewhere near Waterlines House. He also informed me that I had to get the key and particulars from a particular courier company, before I could get my cargo. For reasons best known to me, I decided to ob

It was exactly two weeks since she had seen that vision on that fateful Thursday evening and the entire image of all she saw remained evergreen in her memory. With barely fifteen minutes left before the commencement of today’s Faith Clinic, she sat on one of the plastic chairs in the church and read her Bible.Although she prayed alone at home and sometimes in her office, she felt better and more relieved afterwards, whenever she prayed among her brethren or preferably with members of her prayer band.Suddenly, Deaconess Amadi felt a sudden chill, followed by thunder and lightning. She was surprised nobody else reacted to the sound. Maybe she was the only one who heard it.Closing her Bible, she decided to take a quick walk outside the church for fresh air when the chill enveloped her again. She quickened her steps until she was out of the gate, watching several members hurrying into the church.“You must be Deaconess Eleanora Adams, the one who sees visions?”She turned sharply to he

Sitting down on a couch in the living room, I fondled the Ebie ring which I couldn’t pull off, on the small finger on my right hand. I’d never thought in my wildest dreams that I’ll ever be a ‘murderer,’ now I had the blood of three people on my hands.I felt bad to my marrow, while I kept looking at my katana hanging on the wall. I picked up my mobile phone and tried to call Tarami, but soon thought better of it, as I stood up and begun to pace the sitting room.Moments later, images from the dream I’d had in which my late father was begging me began to race into my mind, while I pondered on the consequences of my actions the day before.There were so many families who had members in occult societies, and for some, it felt like a ‘usual’ thing to them. The man who was an initiate was sometimes known to be one by his wife, children and family members.Though not all occult societies might have devastating consequences upon the wealth of its dead members, the family members were eventu

December 1 2012I’d known from time immemorial that an idle mind was always the devil’s workshop. On this fateful evening, I wouldn’t describe what I‘m going to narrate next as due to idleness, but rather satisfying my curiousity. I remembered my dear mother dying slowly and painfully, after she’d been (‘wrongfully’) delivered by her late husband.I’d witnessed ‘proper’ prospers carried out and their resultant effects which were usually immediate, if such a victim wasn’t a strong Christian. But today I was going to see what happened to an initiate whose ‘time was up.’ My invisible double arrived at the Senator’s palatial residence at seven in the morning, while he was awake, healthy and with his two lawyers cross-checking something that resembled his will.My invisible double almost laughed, because the document was going to be useless after his immediate family experienced what I and Tarami just experienced.My invisible double walked out through the wall, with the intention of comin

2013Two weeks into the New Year, I began to understand the kind of person an Ebie initiate became – heartless. It was as if upon joining Ebie, one’s heart turned into stone and immediately lacked human feelings and sympathy.This was why when I recently drove through my late mother’s church, I knew the ‘battle’ was gradually intensifying. Apart from that, I had to get all the spiritual power and protection I could muster.The look on the face of Timmy’s invisible double, the day he delivered the pretty lady near Caledonia, was one devoid of pity as he proceeded to deliver the poor lady who had no idea of what was going to befall her.The Timmy I’d known in the past, though a chronic womaniser would never hurt a fly, and always abhorred every form of violence.Somehow, I knew the presence of a Holy Bible inside my ‘Ebie mansion’ was totally prohibited as an Ebie initiate. I vividly remembered the painting of the goddess that fateful morning while I cleaned the ‘special bathroom’ behin