I am Favour. I am a reader of winds. The morning before my elder sister died, I felt the winds turn. I smelt anguish and terror in the air. But I said nothing to Momma; she never knew of my clairvoyance. She probably wouldn’t have believed me.

I was worried so I fervently prayed, at least, in my heart I did. I called the Lord of the grey skies and cancelled the steams emanating from the hearth of death hovering over my family.

I have been a faithful worshipper so I believed my supplications were heard. How was I to know that God was wearing an earpiece and dancing to the tunes of immortality while the devil uprooted the earth, in a bid to wreak devastation? Before His music stopped, darkness had guzzled my...