THE ABOMINATION – EPISODE 10

It was an all-night prayer and praise session. At about 4:20am Kassim became restless and unstable. He
began to shout, “fire” “fire” “fire”. All of us standing by saw no fire but he kept screaming and
complaining fire was burning him all over his body. Remove the fire, I will confess, he begged but baba
rather increased the intensity of the fire by intensifying the prayer. For ten minutes, Kassim was rolling
on the ground in pain and agony yet he refused to confess. Suddenly, baba came closer and touched his
back and he screamed very loudly and began to confess.
When I was in secondary school, I use to be the best student until Monica joined us in SSS 2 from
Queen’s College Lagos. Monica was exceptionally brilliant and she came out the best in her first exam
with us. This brought me to second position in class and many who respected me shifted to Monica. All
the boys in my class made me a subject of ridicule, saying an ordinary girl had beat me hands down. This
development really affected me so much that I developed hatred for Monica. The next term, I tried hard
to take my position back but my efforts took me a step backward. I became third position in class from
first. The third term was worse as my position went back to tenth. This made me develop more hatred for Monica and I began to plan to hurt her.
All my attempts to harm her never materialised until few months to our WAEC. I became close to
Monica so I could get opportunity to carry out my plan. We started studying together but all was to get
her. After I had entered her and gained her trust, I lured her into a government primary school on the
pretense that we want to go and study. She was too innocent to suspect I will harm her or take
advantage of her. As soon as I noticed she was buried in her study, I grabbed her from behind and took
advantage of her. She begged me not to do it to her but my heart was clouded with hatred for her over
her taking my position and making me a laughing stock among my peers. Monica was a virgin but I took
away her virginity without her consent. She wept bitterly and began to curse me.
She lifted her stained pant up and mentioned my name three times and began;
“You forcefully took away my virginity which I have been preserving for my husband.”
“I trusted you but you betrayed my trust.”
“You took away what does not belong to you in the midst of tears.”
“You turned deaf ears to my begging because of lust.”
“It will not be well with you.”
“My innocence will inflict you with demons of rape until your life becomes miserable.”
“Your generations will suffer rape forever.”
“You will never know peace until you rape your mother.”
I didn’t take her serious until seven years later when my desire to rape every woman around me grew
like wildfire inside of me. I have been looking for Monica to seek for her forgiveness but she’s nowhere
to be found. I had done many atrocities that led me to where I am today but they’re too heavy in my
mouth to say in the public. Help me beg my mum to forgive me. Kassim looked at his dad. Please dad,
forgive me. I have sinned against you and mum in many ways that you are not aware of…..


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THE ABOMINATION – EPISODE 9

Two days to the expiration of the deadline given by the herbalist, my husband was yet to confess the atrocities that lead to our ten years of barrenness and closed heaven. Even while it was clear he would die, he refused to say anything after much begging and assurances of soft landing. As at this time, I had forgotten what he did to Ope in our house. All I wanted was for him to be out of the situation at hand.

The thought of early widowhood began to kill me gradually. I called Toyin, informing her about everything she needed to know about me in case I didn’t make it. The emotional trauma I was going through was more terrible than what Kassim was going through.
I narrated to the herbalist what Kassim did to Ope but he said he had already seen that with his powers and that’s not what caused his sickness. I knelt down and began to beg the herbalist not to let my husband die. Please sir, do everything you can do to save his life, I will pay you anything you charge.

My daughter, there are only two ways to this matter if he must not die. It’s either he confesses or you
exchange with your life to save his. What? How can I give my life in exchange for a man who caused me
barrenness for over ten years? Kassim is not worth dying for. I went back to the herbalist again to check
if there are still other options. Yes, we can force him to confess with spiritual powers but he will die
immediately after the confession, he said. I became really confused and I instantly fainted because I had not eaten for two days.



I called Toyin to update her of the situation at hand because only one day was left for Kassim to die.
Nneka, you know I am not with you in all these paths you are threading. I am a Christian and I don’t
want to be part of this but I will call baba as soon as you drop this call. Thank you, I said and dropped the
call. Two minutes later she called back, baba will call you now, she informed me. Okay, I will be
expecting his call. He called like he promised. Sister Nneka, I have been praying for you and your
husband since you left my place the other time and God assured me your husband will not die but…… I
interrupted baba because I didn’t want to hear the ‘but’.



This is the best thing I have heard in the past
one month. I know baba is not a fake pastor, his words are like oracle and can be trusted. Sir, I will leave
first thing tomorrow morning to Lokoja to see you. I put up a fake smile to make my in-laws believe my
husband will not die. As I was about hanging up the call baba told me I must come with him if I don’t
want him to die. If he remains there till tomorrow, he will surely die. It was not difficult convincing my
in-laws to let us take him back to Lokoja because they were already in mourning mood for my husband.

We took Kassim that afternoon and embarked on the journey to Lokoja. The journey was really rough
but God bless baba who was following us up with prayers. We had three terrible accidents on our way.
Death was bent on taking Kassim but thank God for the power of Jesus Christ. Who is he that saith, and
it cometh to pass, when the Lord commandeth it not? We defiled all the threats of death, we walked
through the valley of shadow of death, but Jesus through Baba’s prayers took us back to Lokoja safely.

Praise God! My father-in-law and my brother-in-law saw the demonstration of the power of God
through out the journey and they were optimistic Kassim will be well again. We drove straight to the
church to see baba. Toyin was already in church with baba and the prayer team interceding on our
behalf.

I was ashamed when I met with baba and Toyin because of my weak faith.
My brothers and my sisters reading my story, I want to beg you not to hide in your sins. You can hide for
many years but you can’t hide forever. You may hide it from human beings but you can’t hide it from
God. Unconfessed sins are chain that keeps a man in perpetual prison of life. Imagine ten years of barrenness and many years of emotional guilt. The reason why kassim hardly talk is the weight of the
guilts he carries. In case you are carrying such a weight, I recommend you run to Jesus, the guilt remover.
He saved Kassim from death, he can save you too…….

THE ABOMINATION – EPISODE 8

My husband was taken to a herbalist in Egi-Oyo Ipo, a very small hamlet in Kwara state. The herbalist
made some incantations, gave him some concoctions to drink and for the first time his eyes came down.
The smiles on our faces was aborted when the herbalist came to announce to us “I see death on his
forehead”. We can only remove this death if only he can confess the secret in his belly. Secret? I shouted.
Kassim why have you hid the secret for this long even to the point of death? The same secret baba
pastor wanted you to confess that you refused. Now that you are face to face with death, will you speak
up and save your life or keep your secret and die? Even at this Kassim, was not willing to say anything.
His dad was the first to break the silence. He pleaded with the herbalist to let him talk on behalf of his
son. Fifteen years ago, Kassim was caught raping his mother while I was away at the farm. He was
arrested by the youth of our village and taken to Kabiyesi. The ifa priest was invited to seek the face of
the gods and to pronounce judgement on him. We were asked to bring two live cows, twenty one black
fowls, seven kegs of palm wine and some monies for sacrifice. We did everything we were asked to do
and he was banished from the village for three years. My body went cold on hearing all Kassim’s father had said. So my husband had done this terrible abomination without telling me? No wonder my womb
could not conceive even for one day after I married him. I wept as if my eye balls will fall off from its
socket. The herbalist checked through his calabash again, “The death sentence is still hanging”, he said.
There are still many atrocities he is yet to confess. He has just seven days to confess or he will join his
ancestors in the land beyond, the herbalist warned. I grabbed Kassim and shook him hard, why do you
want to die untimely? Look at death starring at you, yet you are still hiding secrets, please confess and
set yourself free. There is nothing that will be more shocking than what daddy had already confessed on
your behalf. I went on my kneels begging my husband to say something but he was adamant. How can a
man be this hardened even at the face of death? I didn’t know this is the type of man I married, my
thoughts were almost louder than words.
Three days has passed but my husband refused to confess and his condition got worsen by the day.
Death was all written all over him but he was indifferent. On the fifth day his hands and legs stopped moving. His condition graduated to partial stroke. Toyin wasn’t happy with me because of my romance with the diabolical arena because of my unyielding husband. Sincerely, I had forgotten I was a born
again Christian until Toyin began to ask me if I followed them to the herbalist. But what could I have done? To sit back while they carry my husband to places I don’t know? I knew I had compromised my faith but there wasn’t any option left for me. We wouldn’t have been here if Kassim had confessed to baba.
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THE ABOMINATION – EPISODE 7

I got a call from an unknown number on the 13th of July asking me if I was Mrs Nneka Kassim. I almost replied my caller by saying, “No, it’s a wrong number” but I changed my mind to answer in the
affirmative. “Yes, I am Mrs Nneka Kassim, how may I help you?” I asked my caller. My name is nurse Deborah calling from Diamond Clinic. Your husband is on admission in our clinic and his condition is very
critical. Your attention is urgently needed to save his life. Delay can be dangerous madam, she said and hung up. It’s true Kassim had hurt me but would I let him die? Nneka you need to put away your anger and save the life of your husband, I encouraged myself. I put a call to Toyin to meet me in Diamond clinic immediately. I chartered a taxi that drove me straight to Diamond clinic.
Without any word from the doctor, I was whisked away to the laboratory where my blood sample was taken and tested. The agitations and fear on the staff faces was worrisome, hence no one was willing to talk to me. Can someone tell me what is happening here? What’s wrong with my husband? I angrily asked a nurse. Ma, only the doctor can talk to you on this, and like you can see he’s running helter skelter trying to save your husband’s life. You just have to remain calm until he’s ready to talk to you. I was really angry because this situation will bring us together without Kassim realising the evil he has done. I tried to be calm but that was not easy. The doctor and the nurses were busy going up and down and talking to each other in a way no one was hearing.
After two hours of tension, I was invited to see the doctor in his office. I insisted Toyin should come along with me but the doctor refused her in. She’s everything to me and I will like her to hear
whatsoever is wrong with my husband. No, I will like to talk to you alone for now, the doctor prevailed.
He ordered me to sit down on a chair in front of his desk. Mrs Kassim, it is sad to announce to you that your husband is having a chronic heart condition that require intensive care in China or we lose him in a month. God forbid, my husband will not die, he will live to declare the works of God, I rebuked the doctor sharply. Well, I am a minister of the gospel and I have faith in the healing power of God but I advise you fly your husband to China before it is too late.
I called my in-laws immediately to come down to Lokoja. I was made to deposit N120,000 and two pints
of blood was taken from me. Toyin had called baba to join us in prayers and pleaded with him to send some prayer team to us. I was going up and down at the hospital reception not knowing what to do next.
When the prayer team arrived, they swung into action. Their prayers were directed against untimely death. The only sister among the prayer team stopped the prayers and shared her vision with other team members. “While we were praying, I saw brother Kassim in between two women, an old woman and a young lady. They tied his neck with chains, dragging him to an unknown destination. Immediately after the sister’s message, their prayer points changed and the prayer became more intense until the clinic management barged in and requested we lower our voice because our prayers were disturbing other patients in the ward.
I had to sleep by him in the clinic that day. By the following day, my mother-in-law and my brother-in-law had arrived. I tried to brief them about his condition but they seemed to know more about his ailment than I know. They went out to talk and by the time they came in, they requested he should be discharged. This case is not hospital case, we are taking him to the village for traditional treatment. The doctor did not protest at all. I was shocked when he did their bidding without hesitation. I made up my
mind to travel with them to the village. I called my colleague in the office to inform him about the development and the need for me to travel to the village. I begged him to cover up for me. The journey
to the village was the end of hiding for my husband.

THE ABOMINATION – EPISODE 6

Mama left with Ope and the house was deserted. I went there to pick more of my things. After a week, Kassim called Toyin begging her to plead with me to forgive him and return home. She can’t return home just like that. In fact, myself and my husband are already filing for divorce between both of you.

All these are like medicine after death. Go and continue to sleep with your sister, you beast. Toyin insulted him. You must be the reason why my friend had not been able to conceive all these years.

This is part of the abominations baba talked about the other day. You better go and sort out yourself with
God before it is too late.
Kassim kept sending me text of apology but I never reply any. We didn’t divorce but we were not living as husband and wife again until our pastor intervened.

He has called me severally, asking me why he has not seen us in church for sometime. He also had visited our home but met nobody there. I was afraid to honour his appointment but Toyin encouraged me to. A meeting was slated for 10am the next Saturday.
I went with Toyin to see our pastor but on entering into his office, I saw Kassim who was already sitted with elder James.

His head was buried in shame when he saw us. Good morning sirs, we greeted pastor and elder James together. Good morning my daughters, pastor responded cheerfully. You may have
your seats, he directed us to sit on the same couch with Kassim but I didn’t know when I screamed, “I won’t sit with this beast”. Immediately, I was given a plastic chair from the church to sit on.

I ensure I positioned my chair in a way our eyes will not set on each other.
Let us pray, pastor instructed, we all bent our heads in prayers. His prayer was short and simple. Brother Kassim what did you say happened between you and your wife that made her left home?

He kept quiet for minutes until pastor repeated the question again. He sluggishly stood up and said “we had a slight
argument and since I have been apologizing for her forgiveness. Please pastor help me beg her that I am truly sorry. Pastor looked at me, I looked at Toyin in disbelieve. To err is human and to forgive is divine.

The scripture admonishes us to forgive ourselves of our offences so that our father in heaven can forgive us, pastor continued his sermon of forgiveness as I sat down dumbfounded. So he didn’t tell the pastor
the truth. Slight argument? I was so angry like I should walk out of the pastor and the elder but they are both old enough to be my father so I controlled my temper.

Sir, I want to leave until Kassim is willing to say the truth. Before pastor opened his mouth to say
anything, I had carried my bag and dragged Toyin by her hand as we headed towards the door. My daughters, please don’t go, let us not give room to the devil, the pastor begged but all fell on deaf ears.

I became more angry than before. Kassim’s pretence and lies made me more sick than what he did to his
sister. I felt like killing him when pastor called him brother Kassim. I wished pastor knew what he has
done. I started attending Toyin’s church but I tried to avoid baba(their pastor) because of our unfinished
deal with him.

Even with Toyin around, I felt very empty outside my matrimonial home. I started giving
attention to guys that were coming close. It is not what you are thinking. It’s just for friendship so I could
get my mind off my predicament. Those friendships didn’t last because they were all after my honeypot.
I vowed never to thread that path no matter the loneliness.

The picture of what happened between us
and prophet Ade still hunts my conscience.
I was married but single. My life was miserable and I became a shadow of myself. Nothing interests me
anymore. I abandoned most of my projects because of lack of concentration.