I was downright scared and was ready to start begging for mercy when a gentle nudge reminded me that there was somebody to fight for. She slipped her small hand into my palm, and squeezed it. It told me that there was someone backing me. I stood tall and faced the woman. Her heavy breathing was getting heavier as she glanced at me evilly, grunting now and again.
I spoke with authority. "Jesus I know! Paul I know! But who the hell are you!" No, I had gotten that backwards. It was the demon supposed to say this to me, but I had gotten it's attention and I continued. I raised my hand up in the air, as I had seen Charlton Heston do in The Ten Commandments and declared: "Where it not written?! Thou Pharaoh! Let My People Go!" Without the theme music it was not quite as effective, but oddly enough the woman was looking at me with what I could only discern as amusement.
And then I noticed her claws. Her fingernails were long and with that realization came the simultaneous one that she was walking towards me. I immediately shouted, as I had seen my brother do during one of his deliverance services, "What is your name?" The woman stopped in mid-stride as the demon answered. "My name is Chinedu."
I began to laugh. It was an Igbo demon. "Chinedu?" I said to the now-identified Nigerian spirit, " My name is Onovughe! I'm from Nigeria too!" The woman began to convulse as the demon laughed and spoke through her. "Ehn? So you be Nigerian man so? See as you come dey shout, dey yab like Moses for ten commandments." I began to laugh again. I explained to the demon that had I known it was of Nigerian descent, I would have spoken in pidgin English, earlier. The demon laughed even more "you no shame sef! Wait till dem hear this one for hell."
Now that we had a rapport, I spoke cautiously, "so na from hell you dey from come? The devil, is he a Nigerian man?" The demon
shrugged "No. The devil sef no even dey in charge anymore. When we reach hell, we do coup de tat and overthrow am. Now the devil na minister of external affairs. Na one chap called Sanni, na im dey in charge now"
It was all fascinating to me. Then the demon spoke, excitedly. "Ol boy, so you dey go nightclub tonite? I hear dem get some wonderful clubs wey I go like"
I wondered if I would take him out. "I suppose go to club chase some pikin dem. You wan come?" The demon nodded. He was game. "Oya, mek we go." But first he had to leave the woman’s body. It was decided that he’d leave the woman and enter a good looking man so that he could have access to the females. I gave the plan the go ahead. With that the demon left the woman and went out of the window.
The woman collapsed thankfully unto the couch and her daughter ran and hugged her. I could not believe what had just transpired. The two stayed there on the floor and had been weeping and laughing for a few seconds when the door bell rang. "It's daddy! It's daddy!" The girl shouted. "I just know it! I know it!" her eyes lit up and I felt so much emotion for the girl. She ran to the door and opened it.
Sure enough, there stood her father, a bible in one hand, and a bag in the other. He was clean-cut, very well dressed, and looked remarkably different from the picture on the floor. Both the young girl and her mother couldn't believe their eyes. They just looked in awe, happiness in their eyes. The man put down the bible, put down the bag, turned to me and said: "Oya ol boy, mek we go. If we nack the club early, we no for pay."
The end
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