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When men of Agunlede village sat under the shade of tree bantering words about beauty, it was impossible not to mention Abosede, the popular cornmeal seller. Her waist would sway left and right as she went about hawking her mother’s cornmeal all about the village. If one’s eyes miss her lovely figure, it was impossible for the ear to ignore her sonorous voice calling to be patronized. How could any other cornmeal hawker sell when Abosede never finish selling hers?

Men throw money and valuables at her feet just to make sure their butterfly could pollinate her flower but she kept her pride.

All of a sudden, Abosede’s hawking voice stopped ringing in people’s head.  Rumor had it that a terrible illness had befallen her mother and Abosede had gone to town to find money to take care of her. That was how Agunlede village forgot the beautiful cornmeal seller until seven months later when she suddenly reappeared.

People never understood what turned the always jovial damsel into a loner. Friends and families tried but she never opened up. No one knew how miserable she was until she ran out of home one night and was found dangling lifelessly from a tree the following morning.

Tears flowed uncomfortably at her grave, the whole village mourned her untimely demise, her bereaved parent cursed the sand which she was buried in and urged her spirit to take cruel revenge on whoever was responsible for cutting her life short.

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Daniel flung open his eyes and found himself on the tiled floor of his mother’s house, surrounded by prayer warriors. He sighted his mother standing at a corner weeping and praying for his revival. How he got to Ibadan, he couldn’t understand. It seems his memory was covered by a dark cloud.

“What is happening here?” He demanded.

Everyone stopped praying and saw Daniel back to himself. His mother let out a shout of ‘Hallelujah’ as she rushed to check on her son.

“Maami, what am I doing here?” Daniel asked in dire need of an explanation.

“Brother Daniel, what’s the last thing you remembered?” Pastor asked and Daniel racked his brain trying to clear the fog in his memory.

Suddenly it all started coming back. He remembered being in bed with Nancy.

“Nancy!!! Where is Nancy?” He asked in uttermost confusion.

A strange force suddenly banged the door shut. It knocked Anike hard against the wall. They tried to reach her but before they could, the force dragged her all the way to the kitchen.
They all followed and when they got to the kitchen, they saw holding a knife to her own throat.

“What are you doing Maami? Please put down the knife.” Daniel cried.

“I will not stop until I have to take my vengeance,” Anike yelled in a strange voice.

The pastor turned his bible towards Anike.

“You evil force, your work is done in this family. I command you to get out of here in Jesus name.” He professed.

Anike shrilled in pain as she forced the knife on her neck.

“Stop it now.” Daniel ran to her mother and wrestled the knife out of her grasp. She gave her son a terrible neck bite before fleeing away from him.
Other prayer warriors backed away in fear when the saw Anike turning on the cooking gas and holding a lighter but the Pastor came out boldly.


“Please don’t do this, I will give you whatever you want.”
Daniel pleaded in fear.

” No, you must all die.” She replied.

“What is your name demon? And what do you want with this family?” Pastor demanded.

“My name is Abosede. I want blood! blood!! blood!!!” The demon replied.

The name Abosede hit Daniel like a high voltage of electric current. He remembered the maid her mom hired a long time ago.

“Bose! You stole from us and ran away.” Daniel replied.

“Liar, your mom found out I was pregnant for you and forced me to abort the pregnancy. I lost the will to live when my womb was damaged in the process.”

“Bose, please forgive me, she never told me you were pregnant.” Daniel pleaded.

“No, you all must die.” The spirit insisted.

“Abosede, whatever sin this woman might have committed has been washed clean by the blood of Jesus. So I command you to leave and never come back in Jesus name.” The Pastor prayed as he emptied the anointing bottle on her.

The demon shrilled and was about to lighten up the whole place when Daniel knocked the lighter out of her hand with a turner. She fell to the floor and minutes later, Anike came back to life with no memory of what had happened.

Written by Oluwafunminiyi Komolafe

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