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Alex was in Germany working. He would call, and I would not pick up. He would send a voice note, and I’d send a long one back to insult him. Later, I told him, “I can’t marry a man like you. It’s over! You’re not human. You’re very insensitive. I can’t stay with a man of your kind. I’ll leave your house for you.”

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After telling him that, I started looking for a new place around the campus, where Edna and I could move in.

One dawn, I felt like a shadow was kneeling on my chest. It was so heavy I couldn’t breathe. It felt like a dream until I woke up. Edna was not sleeping by my side. “She must be in the washroom,” I thought—until I heard whispers coming from the hall.

I was like, “Who’s this girl talking to in the middle of dawn?” I turned and continued sleeping. When I was dozing off, the shadow came again, this time kneeling on my neck. When I woke up, the whispers were still going on. “Or is she doing a bride’s makeup?” I asked myself.

I got up and shuffled slowly toward the hall. The whispers got louder as I went forward. It sounded like prayers. I stood behind the curtain and watched. Three candles were lit and lined up in the center of the hall. She was holding leaves in both hands while carrying water in a little tray. She would circle around the candle three times while whispering my name. She would dip the leaves in the water and splash it toward the candle.

I was stunned. I wanted to shout. I wanted to open the door and run. I wanted to call someone from another house to come in. I was conflicted and horrified. She stopped whispering my name and started calling out Alex’s name. I screamed, “Eiii, Edna!”

That scream came out of nowhere. It came out while my mouth was still closed. Immediately she heard my voice, she quivered, and the water fell from her head. I didn’t say another word. I went back to the bedroom and threw myself into bed. I’d never prayed in years, but I started praying silently while tears started flowing. She was still in the hall until several minutes later when I went back to check. Everything was gone, but she was lying on the sofa.

“I know you shouldn’t have seen this, but I was doing it for the good of us,” she said. “It’s my pastor’s direction. I’m doing it to protect the important people in my life.”

“How about Alex? How is he important to you?” I asked.
“He’s important to you, so he’s important to me too. Isn’t he the one who got us this place?”
“He got us this place? You and who? It’s fine. Thanks for your protection, but you’re leaving tomorrow.”

This is a friend I gave a whole room but she filled it up with machines she never used. filled other room with makeup stuff and started a Tiktok studio in the room so she could share my room with me. How did I not fight or question her? If it wasn’t the effect of juju how would I understand this?

In the morning, I was a woman possessed. One after the other, I picked up her things and threw them out. She didn’t even try to fight me. She was out. While I threw them out, she gathered them. When I was done, she said thank you, called a driver, and started moving her things to the car. I broke down and cried. “Where do I go from here? How do I mend what is broken?”

I called Alex’s mom, but she didn’t pick up my calls. My phone didn’t ring twice whenever I called her, but this time I called thrice, and she didn’t pick up. I went to her place and narrated the whole story to her. She believed me. “Your behavior didn’t make sense. I’ve known you and know how good a person you were,” she said.

She asked me not to call Alex because she would take it from there.

I was home one night when I heard a knock on my door. Alex. He hugged me, and I melted in his arms while crying and asking him to forgive me: “It wasn’t me. It was spiritual. Please forgive me. I disrespected you; I know, please…”

He came in, looked around, and said, “Give everything here away. We’ll buy new ones tomorrow.” Days later, the sofa, bed, TV, microwave—everything was gone. We got married before his next trip six months later. He said, “Get ready; you’re leaving with me. I won’t leave you here so you bring the chief priestess of your village to come and live with you.”

We are now working together. He imports; I manage the sales. Five different shops in five locations. We try to reduce the distance between us as often as we can so no one comes between us.

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Edna? She’s back in the village, unable to tell her story but carrying a lot on her head. Maybe that’s where she actually belongs, and I made the mistake to pluck her from where she belongs. She’s back serving for pennies and sand. She hurt me, but I don’t pray for suffering for her. She should be rewarded according to the works of her hands.

—Afrakoma

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