Sex with a Ghost 1&2

"Yes," she responded as her eyes lit up with a shy smile. "He asked me to marry him when I became 12 with the most beautiful gold ring I have seen in my whole life. It happened beside a beautiful waterfall, the rushing sound of the falling waters, the cold breeze that washed over us occasionally, the cold water on our feet, birds singing from the ancient tree surrounding the waterfall, he was dressed like a Yoruba Prince and I dressed like a Queen. I accepted, there was no way I could turn all that down.

After the marriage, I basically lack nothing and so did my family but he was possessive and overprotective. One time while in secondary school, a teacher flogged me and inflicted injuries all over my body. Mad with the teacher, I fell asleep and in my dream, my spirit Prince promised to deal with him. The very next day he came down with a terrible sickness that could not be cured.

His family consulted a particular chief priest who told them to seek my forgiveness. They came to my family house with gifts and asked me to forgive the teacher, saying he would die if I don't. I agreed that I had forgiven him but deep down I did not, he deserved what he got for flogging me I told myself. Shortly, after the family returned and said he was worse. To avoid having his blood on my hands, I forgave him. In my dreams, my spirit husband gave me a flower and I take it to the teacher in the dream, promising that he would be alright"

"And the next morning he was ok" I interrupted.

"Yes, strangely he was" she nodded slowly.

"How did you feel about all these at that time?" I questioned her.

"At that point, it was great I guess. I had power and was very satisfied. He made me so happy, at that moment; I felt no need for any human husband or partner. The contentment I derived from the relationship and the fear of losing such made me see no use in having a human husband". She pointed out and after a deep breath continued.

"After the miraculous healing of the teacher, my parents became aware of my relationship with this strange spirit. They panicked and seemed really worried and I wondered why. This was a man I only saw in my dreams and not even always. He was nice to me and I thought of him as a guardian angel. When my mother opened my eyes to what these demons disguised as handsome and caring men were capable of. I decided to end the relationship with this spirit.

That very night he appeared to me in my dream as usual but this time we made love, which was the first time for me both in physical and spiritual. It was painful and I woke up to find myself in a pool of blood. This was when it really hit me that I was dealing with something really weird and demonic. I reported to my mother and we went to visit a Babalawo.

"Who is a Babalawo?" I asked for the word was strange and funny to me.

"A witch doctor" she replied still staring straight at the altar. She didn't want me to see her facial expression.

"Why a native doctor?" I asked surprised.

"At this time my parents were not Christians"

"The Babalawo after some strange incarnations said I was born in the water world many centuries ago as Bisiola. The man in my dreams was born around the same time as Olu. We both belonged to the same spiritual cult in the marine world. We fell deeply in love and entered into a wed-lock witnessed by other members of the spiritual cult. The marriage was backed with a blood covenant that is to last forever. This covenant we did by dropping blood into a flowing stream, promising to be with each other till the very end. But the marriage quickly turned abusive when I could not bear him a child. He treated me like a slave and not a wife. Beating and even inflicting injuries on my body.

When I could bear the insult and beatings no more, I fought back and in the process, he accidentally pushed me and I landed heavily against the ground broking my neck which led to my death. Olu mourned me for the rest of his miserable life, waiting till I return so he could seek for my forgiveness and probably return to into life.

To terminate this love affair and cut the nuptial tie that had existed for ages between us. I carried a black calabash filled with the supposed things he married me with, clothes, comb, powder, earrings, Fanta, necklace, waistband used in backing babies called oja omo, fruits, biscuits, sweets and doll baby to our village stream where the oat taking took place centuries ago".

"Wait… Fanta? How is that possible?"

"How do you mean?" she gave me an eye.

"They wouldn't have started producing Fanta by that time" I responded.

"Oh," a tiny smile appeared on her lips "Yeah, but the marine world is far more developed than up here. They have everything down there - computers, internet, machines, cars, etc. Anything you can think of is there. The devil and his agents are the forerunners of science. All the great inventors and scientist go into some kind of deal with him and he then grants them access to these mind-blowing knowledge and provides them with the ability to carry them out…"

"Are you saying science is from the devil?"

"Of course, they are to lead the children of God astral and give them quick and direct access to sin. Take the mobile phone for example; what do young people of these days use it for? Watch pornography and scam people they can't see"

"I thought science is here to make the world a better place," I thought aloud.

"That is what the devil wants you to think. Don't worry this is topic for another day…"

"Alright" I nodded in agreement.