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  Date: November 3, 2015

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They say there is a thin line between sanity and insanity.

it just takes a little spark at the wrong place to cross to the other side.

This was my line of thought as i sat butt Unclad on the cold cement floor with my hands and legs bound with strong ropes bought from all those hausa boys at swali market.

the putrid smell of urine that emanated from the corner of the church made my uncomfortable but the people that put me here weren’t concerned about my comfort.
so i had to shift from here to there with the little space i was provided but this men and women clad in white garments,holding little rods in their hands (with diff symbols on it) just wouldn’t let me be.

they danced and chanted in languages i could not understand,maybe they were speaking in tongues,but i doubt it.

I managed to strain my neck to look at the three women sitting at the far side away from these group surrounding me.from the few glances i could steal,i saw that the older woman was crying,while one of the women tried to comfort her.
the last one was staring at me,i could see the pity in her eyes.it instantly recognised who this women where;my mother and two sisters amaka and mary.wetin them dey do here? So they where here to witness my deliverance.
i couldn’t help but smile at the irony of it all. they were ones that dumbed me in this God forsaken place and vowed never to come see me again,yet they were here out of feigned love to witness how these holigans were going to cast the spirit+madness out of me.
especially that mary with her eye-service coupled with abroko.
she should be the one down here not me.

>>Story From => www.NaijaLoyal.com My mother jumped from were was sitting and ran towards me but she was held back by my sisters “see wetin my enemies don do my only son” i heard her say above this chanting and dancin.

at that moment i wondered have i really kolo because of what i saw and experienced that night?..i tried to think back to that night,trying to piece to events together as they had taken place.

just when i was about to go back in time i was interrupted by the ringing of a bell.the whole place suddenly fell quiet.

the large door that was the entrance to the church flung open with a large crack.at the door stood two females holding all this red big candles at their centre stood the most reverend bishop ajekunle abatola kunle ak.a the demon extinquisher. he was the general overseer and founder of cherubim and sepharim of heaven and earth int(cshe)…at that moment i screamed in my mind ‘see gobe!!’ The demon extinquisher was a man of average height,a bigman with bout belly(cus of too much gulder) which fit his rank and status. he ways also a very popular man in Ijebu and beyond.he was known for his ruthlessnes and wealth.

He had this menacing look in his eyes,that kind that says ‘you don die for my hand today’.

fear gripped me as he used his large hands covered with rings to grap my head,his hands where very tough to the touch.he spoke yoruba rapidly to one of his aides,who quicly scrampled of to carry out his masters orders.from the little i could pick from this staunch yoruba,i could decipher the words water,oil and the last one that seemed like holy cane.’which one come be holy cane ni?’.

fround the sound of it,it sounded somewhat scary,but what could be possibly wrong with a cane,an holy one for that matter.i was about to get the biggest shock of my life.

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