In JSS 1, it seemed appropriate for every girl to have a boyfriend, so I
naively joined the wagon. It became the first time that I fell in love. At the time, Felix was 13 years old, a year younger than myself. But he had the manners of a grown up. He was fair, tall, handsome and intelligent. I loved his red lips.
The love letters we shared in the early stage of our romance happened to be one of the most beautiful things that I had ever experienced. Everything appeared perfect until Dad stumbled on one of Felix's letter to me.
He was heart broken and sad. It pained him that he had to learn through a letter that I was no longer a virgin. He would have skinned me alive that day, if it weren't for mum who came to my rescue. That day he told me he would initiate my transfer to St. Paul's secondary School, Abeokuta. Then I was in JSS 3.
It was a shocker. Felix and I couldn't imagine a world without each other. It felt like an eclipse, so there was an urgency to save what we had from a possible extinction. A day before the day I would be leaving home for my knew school, Felix suggested that we should make a blood covenant.
Although ominous, at the time it felt like the right thing to do. So, with a razor blade he cut his thumb and I licked off his blood. I did same with the blade and he also licked my blood. We swore that non of us would have another partner. And only the death of one person could set the other person free from the covenant. The consequence of breaking the covenant would be barrenness. We had sex that night and I returned home.
My first few weeks at the boarding school were terrible. I felt like killing myself. I thought my Dad was the most cruel Dad ever, in the history of cruel Dads. And at the very lowest moment of my life, I met Kate and Gold; two beautiful girls. They helped me back to my feet again.
Before the end of that term I was engrossed in the most consuming and satisfying sexual romance that I had ever had. How it happened I still cannot say. We called ourselves the sisters. Dad also helped make this possible because he wouldn't allow me travel home during holidays, rather he insisted that I stay with our hostel mistress; a single mom who later proved to be very promiscuous. She introduced Kate, Gold and I to the world of oral sex.
In 2009, on the night of our graduation, we swore an oath to remain committed to the sisterhood. So the two girls and I made a covenant by blood not to take any man as husband or for pleasure. I was a lost soul. The consequence of violating the covenant would be death.
Now that I'd written my WASSCE exam, for the first time, since I was transferred to St. Paul's secondary School, Dad said I should come home. Also, for the first time in 3 years, I recalled the covenant I had made with Felix. It was a torturing memory.
On arriving home, I learned that Felix dropped out of secondary school, went to jail for robbery for a year, and he was the leader of a cult group. It was a shocker. The thought of visiting him, to see for myself the things I'd heard glanced through my mind. But I knew my Dad would never approve of it. So I abandoned that thought. The next day was a Sunday.
In the dawn of the day, Felix came over to our house, asking for me. But my Dad told him I didn't want to see him. I could hear and see them from inside, arguing. He ordered his boys to beat my dad, and they did. He flung my crying, poor mum to the ground and walked through the parlor into my room. It would be the first time I saw him in 3 years.
He was huge and beareded. His red lips had turned black. He stood there, by the door, looking at me with a grin. I felt bemused and happy-go-lucky at the spot. I felt nothing and something for him; hung in the air. He moved closer, kissed me, grabbed my hand and walked me out of the house. And like a sheep I followed quietly. The tears of my helpless parents couldn't save me.
He claimed that by the reason of the covenant we had, I was his. At will, he raped me. When drunk he'd abuse me physically and call me names. I was practically his slave. Things however got out of hand when I didn't become pregnant, after staying in his house for two months. He said that I had slept with another man, that's why I couldn't conceive. The physical and emotional abused heightened. He made it clear that he was going to kill me, a barren witch, to free himself from the covenant.
I was faced with the threat of mortal death from Felix, and also, as a consequence of breaking the covenant of the sisterhood. I found myself in death's valley, lonely and without strength. And for a moment death became an attractive choice; an inevitable one. Then a miracle happened; My Dad came with the MOPOL. After a long shootout, Felix and his boys ran away and I was rescued. But if I thought my ordeal was over, then I was dead wrong.
I told my Dad everything. I told him about the blood covenants, and he called me stupid and foolish. He said I needed to be delivered. He took me to our pastor. The pastor demanded for some items for my deliverance, including a live fowl. I was striped naked and the blood of the fowl was robbed over my body. Then the pastor declared me free. But that was just the beginning.
Two days later I became critically ill, it was a sign that I wasn't delivered yet. I'd see Kate and Gold chasing me each time I closed my eyes. Felix would always come to rape me (in my dreams), if I managed to escape the sisters. Desperate, my dad and mum took me to different prayer houses. They prayer men demanded for money and all sort of things. My Dad sowed seeds in churches. When my mom could no longer fast, some pastors collected fasting money from her. But my health kept deteriorating. Fearing that I may die soon, our Pastor suggested that we should go to the house of a very popular and powerful native spiritualist. And there, we received the saddest news. He said my soul was beyond salvation. Indeed, I knew the end had come. Dad and mum knew the end had come. They gave up on me.
On a fateful afternoon, a young preacher came to our house. He asked if I would be going to heaven should the sickness take my life. The answer was no. He then opened the Bible and thought me about the finished work of Christ. He told me about the greatest of all covenants, made with the blood of Jesus. I had never heard a sermon like that all my life. Right there I found hope. I confessed Jesus as Christ.
Daily, that young preacher would come and teach me about the finished work of Christ. And here I am today, alive and healthy. A wife, and the mother of a beautiful daughter. Why? Because I agreed with Christ when he said "It is finished."
I know that you must be wondering about what happened to Felix, Kate and Gold. Felix was later arrested in an attempt to rob a bank. He is presently serving his 20 years jail term.
I met Kate and Gold, preached the finished work of Christ to them. And they believed that it is finished. Now they are living free for God. The blood of Jesus speaks better things.
© Linson Abah 2017
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