Brother Emeka was my mother’s Idol, she literally worshiped the ground he walked on and met all his needs.
I grew up living with my mother, father and two elder sisters, Amarachi and Dumebi. My father was an engineer and worked with a construction company, while my mother, a petty trader. During the time of my father’s youth, marrying an educated Lagos girl was looked down on. Most Igbo guys would date modern girls and break up with them when it was time to get married. They would then go to their villages to seek for young virgin brides.
Growing up was fun, being the baby of the house, I was always spoiled by my elder ones. I was the favourite of my parents and I always got everything I wanted. Everything was going smoothly till my dad died when I was preparing for the unified tertiary matriculation examination. It was like my whole life was shattered. I lost my will to live and became a shadow of my self. I had always wanted to help people and live an impactful life, hence, I chose to study Medicine and Surgery. But suddenly, I lost all interest in everything. At that time, my immediate elder sister, Amarachi was in her second year in the university studying Law, while our eldest, Dumebi, was in her final year, studying Economics. My father, luckily, had a life insurance, so, all our finances were well taken care off. I failed my examination that year and sat back at home. Living with my mother wasn’t so bad. She would always go to her shop everyday and I, would go to my tutorial and we both would come back home late and night. All was going fine, until the day I came back and met a queer looking man in our parlour, crosslegged on an armchair, eating straight out of the pot of coconut rice I had prepared that morning. On sighting him, I screamed and asked him what he was doing in my house, I dragged the pot away from his hands and as I was about to fling something at him, my mother came out from the kitchen and screamed at me to put the pot down. She then introduced the man as Pastor Paul, and then told me that he would be living with us and that there was nothing I could do about it. I called my sisters and reported the recent happenings and they both came home to talk to my mother, but she refused, saying that ever since my father died, she had been followed by evil spirits and that she needed someone grounded in the spirit close. Slowly, People Paul began to take over everything in the house. Much to my disgust, he moved into my father’s room and began taking over his possessions.