THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME, I always knew this but never thought much of it, it is like an unspoken words written at the back of your head, waiting to be whispered out.
When I was younger my dad's sister, Aunty kemi always come to visit us with her bag full of packet of strong incensed stick she claim to have gotten from Indian. Aunty kemi never particularly buy toys,sweets or biscuits like other normal aunties.
She would buy us new bibles, incensed sticks and what-nots-that have to do with the soul acclaimed to Jesus. My dad always complained about the incense sticks she lit around the house because I can't stand the fumes. I was allergic to them but aunty kemi never care about allergies_ she believes that I might be possessed.
I was the only one allergic to the incense sticks, the only one in the house who would cough, sneezed and cry for days because I suffer chronic chest pain from inhaling lots of them.
My sister Dunni on the other hand wasn't allergic to it so she had my aunt's favor at heart.
So when the man of God who had knelt Infront of the altar for the past forty five minutes praying to the status of Jesus stood up and said:
"Ha,The holy spirit said that this girl is at war with her spiritual husband".
Aunty kemi nod her head in agreement and made the "I knew so" gesture. She then asked
"How do we deliver her from this spiritual husband".
The man of God close his eyes and started speaking in tongues again I wonder if he was speaking to an angel or the demon that was possessing me. I thought to the days I had choke myself with the incense smoke to prove to aunty kemi that I was not possessed, I was wrong.
I turn my eyes to the cross that was hung on the wall center of the church, I can't staring at the weeping Jesus who was staring towards heaven aka the ceiling. I wonder if God felt so guilty for sacrificing his son but I knew better than to let those thoughts consume me.
So I thought of Tunde, his black skin, his dimpled cheek and the way he smile at every conversation as if he finds something assuming; if he were to be staring at the crucifix with me he would say:
"Do you think He was ever loving or cruel".
Tunde never believed in God, he was the first Nigerian I...