By Evans Aboagye Tawiah
“Your roommate is jealous of you,” the
spiritualist told me as soon as I entered the temple. “And not only that, she also wants you dead.”
“Why? How?” I asked looking terrified. The man took his bell and rang it intermittently as he spun round and round. His overflowing white robe spun along with him as his dreadlocks spluttered about.
“She doesn’t want you to outshine her,” the spiritualist replied after his spinning had come to an end. “She knows you’re more beautiful so she had to charm you.”
“You mean my roommate charmed me?”
“Yes she did.”
“She put the charm into your bathing water without your knowledge.” He explained.
I nearly urinated in my pants as the spiritualist divulged these pieces of information.
“Please what do I do now?” I asked wiping my brow.
“The only way you can neutralise this charm is to bring the egg of a virgin tortoise.”
“But I don’t know where to get such from,” I pointed out immediately.
“I can get it for you but it would cost you a hundred and fifty thousand cedis,” the
spiritualist said. “You know the egg of a virgin tortoise is very rare. I will have to travel as far as Benin republic to get it.”
“Ok let me rush and get the money for you as fast as possible,” I said rising from my seat.
The major thing that mattered to me at that point in time was to get the charm neutralised and not even the amount of money involved because if business flowed smoothly, I would recover every single amount I spent in no time.
I quickly rushed to the bank, withdrew the money and brought it to the spiritualist who told me that I should go and continue my business that my problem has finally been solved. I thanked him immensely and left feeling greatly relieved.
“My roommate wanted me dead and I didn’t know,” I thought to myself as I journeyed back to our hostel. “The battle line had been drawn. Let’s now watch and see who would outdo the other in the game”.
My roommate was fast asleep when I got
back from the spiritualist’s temple.
Her eyes looked swollen like someone who
had been crying before falling asleep.
The loss of her new car must have gotten to her but I didn’t feel any pity for her. I was even happy with the situation of things. I looked at her from head to toe and shrugged my shoulders. We haven’t had any open confrontation with each other so I had to maintain my silence.
I took some water from our drum and went to the bathroom to have my bath.
I was sweating profusely and didn’t want the sweat to dry on my body. By the time I came out, my roommate was awake and sitting upright on the bed.
“You’re back,” she said looking up at me.
“My dear, I’m back o,” I replied staring back at her. “What is the police saying about your stolen car?”
“They said they haven’t seen any trace of it,” she replied. “I wonder if they will ever find it. You know our police and their lapses.”
“My dear don’t worry, they will find it,” I said pretending like I care.
“I really hope they do,” she murmured.
I dried my body with my hand towel and wore a light cotton gown with nothing underneath. Then I logged onto my facebook account. It had been long since I last visited facebook and I knew I would have accumulated lots of messages. I was right. There were lots of messages in my inbox some of which were relevant while others which were quite irrelevant. Among the relevant ones were some which were outdated and some which were recent.
There was this particular one sent an hour
ago from one Valentino hotel about a guy that just arrived from the United States of America and needed company.
The message specified that the guy had gone through the pictures of all the beautiful girls in the hotel’s database and selected my picture as his favourite and was willing to pay as much as 500k to have a taste of my wet region.
The deal was mouth watering and I was ready to take a shot at it. I was convinced that the spiritualist’s powers were at work and my respect for the man grew tremendously.
With my roommate’s charms neutralised, I
had no other obstacle blocking my business. I had spent a hundred and fifty thousand cedis at the spiritualist’s temple and was going to make five hundred thousand tonight. What other evidence do I need to convince me of the spiritualist’s unlimited powers?
I quickly replied the facebook message
stating clearly that I was ready for the job and would be at the hotel by 7.00pm on the dot.
“Thank you for responding to our message,” they replied back. “7pm is okay. See you…”
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By Evans Aboagye Tawiah