“It’s only for a season.”
That’s what my pastor told me.
That’s what my mother told me.
That’s what the Holy spirit told me.
That this, too, shall pass.
That Kunle will change some day.
That he has only strayed away from his walk with God. And it’s the devil using him now.
And when the devil is done with him, he’ll come back to his senses and stop having sex with my father in our matrimonial bed.
It was only supposed to be a “test” on the day before our wedding. Like we Ojunleges had always done.
My father did it with my brother’s wife.
My father did it with my sister’s husband.
My father did it with my last sister’s wife.
So why was my own different?
My father had made a pact with Her Divinity, Zuri. The pact to wealth. And that for all of us to have a successful glamorous life like he did, our spouses must present their bodies before him the night before the wedding. Man or woman.
After all, it wasn’t my father making love to them. It was Zuri in my father. Her spirit lingered between the shells of his cowry necklace ever since he swore an oath of allegiance with this goddess of destiny.
But for some strange reasons, Zuri could not resist Kunle’s fire. And Kunle has been possessed by her charms in between my father’s yansh.
I did not care for Zuri’s promise of fortune anymore. I just wanted my husband back. I just wanted the love of my life to see me worthy of his being, to finally make love to me as his wife. But Zuri’s greed had gotten the best of my father and herself, to the point that I am beginning to wonder if my father is, at all, enjoying it himself too.
I had given my life to Christ just to break this curse. I had sown seeds, fasted for 40 days and 40 nights, and joined NSPPD, pleading silently with Pastor Jerry to call my case but he never did.
My mother and my pastor would say “this too shall pass”, like I was a fool not to notice that our last born was a striking resemblance of pastor. Like I was a fool to not know that Mama’s midnight vigil every Thursday evening consisted of hotel visits in Lekki phase 1 with only the two of them taking their case to the upper room.
This “season” they spoke about was one destined to last till my father’s death. Only then would my husband return to me.
So, I took this “season” into my own hands and threw my father off the balcony at our last Christmas dinner.
“He was too drunk that he slipped and fell.” I said on his death bed.
It was over now.
This miserable curse of Zuri.
But when I woke up on the next day, I found myself trapped. Trapped between white walls and an enclosed space.
Silence filled the empty cramped space till I heard my husband’s voice outside the white walls.
“Destiny,” he called my name like I was there with him.
I tried to scream his name but all that came out of me was silence. I tried to break free from the wall, but I was trapped. I was confused. I was helpless.
“I am happy to be back to you, my Destiny.” He added.
I couldn’t see him, I couldn’t feel him, only hear him.
“Isn’t your Destiny the one trapped in the necklace my father wore?” I heard my voice. But it wasn’t me speaking. It was a voice outside the white walls.
Kunle chuckled. “That’s why you stole his necklace? So she (Zuri) wouldn’t steal your destiny, abi?”
“She already did. But she can’t anymore, because she’s trapped in here.”
The white walls around me moved, making the world around me shake. What was happening?
“Maybe we should burn this necklace. Make her go away, so it’s just you and I.” Kunle suggested.
“Yes… just you and I.” My voice outside the walls was convinced, elated.
And it was only a matter of time before I knew what they were talking about.
I gasped when I felt it— the fire blazing the white walls I was trapped in. I screamed, but no one could hear me.
And that was when I realized that Zuri had taken my body, my destiny, and swapped it with hers.
Now I was stuck inside my father’s cowry necklace, trapped where she was supposed to be, and her where I was supposed to be—in my physical body. And her love didn’t just consume Kunle, it consumed me.
Now I was burning, blazing into nothing but ashes. Only because someone chose to play with fire. And I chose to watch in silence.
Now, I was the one getting burnt.
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