My father’s possessed child

Don’t let the title deceive you, Ofcourse I’m the possessed child

Hi,

Been long you saw me. Well, whilst y’all were waiting for my stories, I was busy going through life and it’s intricacies

I’ve always had different opinions and wants from My parents. My mother is easy to shut down. My father on the other hand is like an industrial plant in agbara, it’s an all hands on deck thing.

Today’s episode on things my father made me do. I partook In a deliverance session spear headed by My uncle Bola’s imam and my dad.

A deliverance session in Islam is called a Rukya. It’s a process that has to be done three times for it to take effect. It’s done on children and people who have been possessed by jinns or evil spirits.

Am I possessed you ask? I don’t think so. I think my dad finds it unbelievable that we have so much opposing values that he thinks it has to be an inside job ( get it?)

Before we go too deep, it’s not my first deliverance session. Last year my mother took me to Alagba and I drank coconut water like maui and Moana. Some candles were lit and stones were casted. But it was easier than what I went through the past three weeks.

The First Week

The chosen day was a Sunday. The imam and my uncle were at our yaba residence by 8. I was still asleep. ( I went out the night before and I was nursing a giant hangover). I had to do ablution, which I begrudgingly did.

I was asked to do two rakah, units of salat. I took a little time doing this because I was lethargic and my bones were screaming for relief.

After the rakah, my uncle and I talked, and he said “I don’t think you need this” I responded “I don’t need this”. But you know Any thing for my industrial plant.

So I was asked to sleep on the musalah (praying mat) and I was covered with my mother’s dry cleaned white bed cover.

The imam started, reading verses of the Quran, prayers said by the Prophet during his time and what nots. I said what nots because I fell asleep 21 minutes into the Rukya.

When I came to, I was told that I was shaking and a bit uncomfortable during the prayer but how can that be. The only thing that made me uncomfortable was the hard floor against my hip so I Moved often to find a comfortable space.

But well they think it was the evil spirit, so I guess my guy and I wanted the same thing at that point.

The second and third time were on Saturdays, Same thing only that the second time, they prayed inside water and asked me to drink and bathe with it in the middle of night and pour the water away.

I drank the water happily but tried to avoid the bathing thing. Until one midnight that i was woken up by my mummy and she said time to bathe. I grumbled but as I already sleep Naked , I told her to get it over with.

The only thing I felt after that bath was cold And the fact that my sleep was gone.

the third one was just this Pepsi looking water that was given to me ironically in a Pepsi bottle and asked to drink. Except yesterday that I drank it when I needed water in the midnight to take drugs, and I was too lazy to go downstairs, I have no Plans to drink the water. But I like looking at it on my bed and laughing at intervals

There’s how my last three weekends have gone. I’m not saying I don’t believe in the possibility of me being possessed. I however think I’m not. Again my devout Eugene like father just doesn’t want to accept that I can have opposing values.

How to deal with such people;

I give them what they want, then do my own thing when I’m alone.

I may not be possessed, but I’m the only daughter of a strategic Benin republican woman.

I’m insanely diplomatic.

anyways, enough about me.

Love ,light, and of course Amala

Evil spirit and host, out.