The Possessed Maiden

THE POSSESSED MAIDEN

      Though it was conspicuously a sunny day, it seemed rainy and thundery to the willowy but pathetically-looking Deji who could be best described as a walking-cadaver. He kept strolling on the lonely ancient pathway otherwise known as ‘Street’ in disarray, looked rejected. As he stepped forward in his grey three-quarters chintz accompanied by its top and black leather sandals, he could recollect vividly how the abrupt mind-boggling jinx transpired on that Friday afternoon. By merely glancing at his countenance, or what have you, any of the few passersby could attest to the fact that he needed an urgent succour; but none could be of help. Nevertheless, the young man had to forge ahead, in spite of the quagmire, till he arrived at his destination.

      The ‘mind-boggling jinx’ was that the 37-year-old Deji just encountered an unimagined ignominious scene, few seconds ago precisely. As a civil servant, after closure at office, he had unusually decided to have an unannounced brief stopover at his fiancée’s residence situated closely before transcending to his abode which was about twenty kilometres (20km) away, only to witness what could aptly be described as a heist. He caught her red-handed with a weird man right in her bed the moment he (Deji) let the door open with the help of the spare of the door keys that had been in his possession. He actually saw the guest on the 36-year-old Dami, the so-called fiancée.

      Prior to the discovery, he persistently knocked at the door to no avail, thus he thought it wise to make use of the spare keys. It wasn’t that she refused to open the door; she couldn’t even hear the sound of the knock, probably owing to the superlative sensation emanating from the scintillating tango.              

      Dami alongside the ‘august visitor’ couldn’t believe her sight. The guest, who never knew she was engaged, hastily went for his wears, got dressed and dashed out. On her part, Dami kept starring at Deji in silent awe, felt electrocuted having managed to cover her nudeness with a wrapper that was on the bed.

     The most painful part was that, both parties were meant to walk down the aisle in three months time.

     Deji who couldn’t withstand the shock, fiercely dashed out and pitiably headed for his humble abode. He was meant to board a cab that would take him home; in ten minutes time, he was done with the ‘lonely ancient’ street, thus waited impatiently at the bus-stop for any available incoming commercial vehicle. In some seconds, one came seeking for passengers, hence he hopped in. As the cab drove off having gotten the required number of travelers, the thunderstruck and timorous Deji felt like fast-forwarding the time so the expected thirty minutes or thereabouts he was to spend on the tarred road would come to pass without much ado, to enable him embrace his apartment immediately. While in the cab, although very disastrous, he took time to recall every bit of the ugly scene and kept wondering why he could fall victim of such ordeal he only heard or overheard people discuss, or sometimes watched in the movies. In twenty-five minutes interval, he eventually got to his destination at about 5.20pm.

      When he walked into his self-contained apartment, having locked the main entrance, he lied straight on the tiled floor of the parlour never cared to undress. He felt not unlike strangulating himself, and even forgot food that made him to take the cheat unawares.

      Lest I forget, his prime motive of going to Dami’s place was to find something to quench the hunger that was ravaging his person right from when he was still in his office; he only took a light meal before leaving for the office in the morning.

     Within a twinkle of an eye, Dami joined him in the parlour; apparently, she followed him the moment he left her place of residence. Before she entered, she knocked severally at the entrance but he didn’t response, though he never imagined she could be the one at the door; hence, since she equally had the spare keys, she needed not to wait any longer considering how perturbed she was.

     “What are you doing here?” Deji shouted as she stepped in, furiously raised his head from the floor. “Have you come to kill me?” He added fiercely.

      She was speechless, stood still. Uncontrollable tears gushed out from her eyes. “Baby, I am sorr…y!” She managed to exclaim, knelt down.

     The pink maternity gown she put on was apparently also kneeling on the tiled floor, which augmented the unalloyed apology being tendered.

     “You are sorry?” Deji ranted. “You must be a clown.”

       She was quiet, kept sobbing profoundly.

     “You better go back to him,” Deji continued. “And stop bothering my peace.”

     “Who do I go back to?” Dami said calmly. “You know, you are the only one in my life.”

     “You must be kidding.” He asserted.

     “Baby, I really love you.” Dami reminded. “I really do, and you know it.” She enthused, paused. “Just that I don’t know what came over me.”

     She just spoke as if it was only on that occasion she cheated on him; she had done that severally. In a nutshell, cheating was something she observed as a tradition.

     But the contradictory fact was that, she truly loved Deji. The former’s love for the latter could be proven beyond doubts; as a well earned company worker, she was very supportive in various ways including financially and otherwise; above all, she couldn’t spend a week without seeing him. Her sole predicament remained that her libido could not be quenched by only one man. She was insatiably curious to have as many men as possible in bed, unknowingly to her fiancé. It was a disease that needed to be urgently cured by the man in question or anyone who genuinely cared about her. This implied that his unceremonious visit to her place was divine.

     Deji who was mad over the last statement ‘I really love you’, frantically stood up. “In fact, leave my house.” He urged, made attempt to force her out of the apartment having made her to be on her feet.

     She tried to resist it via an emphatic plea, but he eventually pushed her out. Left with no other choice, she hopelessly gathered herself and retraced her steps back to her residence.

     The moment she left, Deji who felt like ending her life when she was with him in the parlour, therein felt like calling her back; significantly, he still loved her.

      Indeed, they both truly loved each other. Even the parents of both partners knew they loved each other strongly that no amount of propellant could make them go their separate ways. But, who could unravel the mystery that was bedeviling the seemingly ‘god-sent’ relationship? It was a puzzle that needed to be solved by all means.

      Afterwards, Deji never bothered to share the bad news with any of his relatives or friends, not even his beloved parents; rather, he thought it wise to consult his spiritual director who he thought was the apt person that needed to get a glimpse of it.

      After all said and done, it was revealed that Dami was possessed, thus Deji reconciled with her on the ground that she would go to his pastor for deliverance. Thereafter, a holistic deliverance was conducted on her by the said cleric. After the spiritual cleansing, she was completely healed of the indelible disease that almost ruined her life.

      Three months on, they both walked down the aisle as planned. Tying the connubial knots ushered in jubilation all the way.   

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