Cynthia sought spiritual solution to her many troubles. At the age of thirty five she was neither married nor employed. Her life was unsuccessful by all standards, and she knew the solution had to be a spiritual one. So she asked around for the help she needed and was soon referred to Glory Palace, a superstitious “Christian centre” headed by a woman who specialized in wrecking people’s lives. Cynthia then traveled from Lagos to Ibadan where the ministry was located, full of hope that her thirty five–year old problem was finally about to end. The fourty thousand naira she paid as consultation fee would be justified. It would be a destiny-altering journey!
Meanwhile, as she sat face to face with the religious madam, her heart skipped beats. She could not wait to hear the solution to her challenges in life. On the other hand, Chidinma was ready to do what she knew how to do best- destroy lives. Cynthia’s case had (unbeknownst to her) been thoroughly researched immediately after she booked her appointment. That was Chidinma’s procedure; she had to know the client very well in order to know the right things to say. Interestingly (but coincidentally), Chidinma’s research revealed to her how special the new case was; for not only was it time to wreck more lives as she loved doing, it was also time for her to be vengeful.
“Welcome, my daughter” Chidinma said to the hopeless woman sitting in front of her. She flashed her fake smile and then stared at Cynthia compassionately as though she deeply cared. It was one of her selling points which worked all the time.
“Thank you for granting me audience” Cynthia said. She was sad. “My whole life was falling upside down until a friend of mine recommended that I see you. The many testimonies that I heard of your ministry gave me hope that I will soon say bye-bye to my troubles in life.”
“That is right. Your life shall not fall apart, not while Christ is alive on the throne” the pastor said.
“Mummy you will not understand. Nothing works in my life. I am well over thirty and without a man in my life or even a job. Life has been a struggle…” Cynthia said as she broke down to tears and sobbed.
“Daughter of Zion, nothing is impossible with the Lord” pastor Chidinma said. “The Lord says to tell you that your days of sorrow and tears are over.”
“Amen” Cynthia replied with a broken voice as she wiped her tears.
“Look at me my dear, your problem is a simple one to solve. But it may not be so simple because your emotions are deeply attached.”
“I don’t understand mummy…”
“Your brother!” the woman began. She was getting into her elements, displaying all manner of facial contortions and body twitching as the spirit took over her. That was supposed to be her seeing vision! “I see a brother…a younger brother.”
“Yes mummy. I have a younger brother mummy” Cynthia replied, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“And you love him very much.”
“I love him mummy…”
“Well that’s unfortunate” the woman said and shuddered and then spoke in tongues. Her eyes were closed and her entire body was quivering. She was definitely good at her job. You never suspect she was fake.
“How is that unfortunate mummy?” the distressed woman asked, her face puzzled and worried. Meanwhile the pastor opened her eyes and stared at Cynthia for a while before she declared-
“Your brother is the cause of all your problems!”
“What?!” “The Holy Spirit does not lie. His ways are pure and his wisdom is light to thy feet” Chidinma replied. She was out of the spiritual realm. The havoc had been caused. “Tell me about your brother.”
“He attended the University of Agriculture Abeokuta and graduated top of his class in 2012. He currently lives here in Ibadan and works at the International Institute of Tropical Agriculture.”
“What is the nature of your relationship?”
“It’s cordial. He actually does care about me and has been the one taking care of me ever since he got his job.”
“But how come he is the one that was able to attend the university and you weren’t?”
“My brother has always known what he wanted and pursued it head on. He worked hard, doing all sorts of menial jobs to send himself to school…”
“No my daughter he didn’t work hard to send himself to school, he used your star! Yes…he stole your birthright just as Jacob stole Esau’s in the Bible. This is a spiritual matter and only the spiritual can discern. Your brother has a spell on you one that has you cursed in such a way that you will remain perpetually impoverished and dependent on him no matter how hard you try to upgrade yourself. The only way to change that is by reversing the spell.”
“This is unbelievable!” the young woman whispered almost to herself.
“Think my daughter think! How do you explain his sudden success and your perpetual penury? He stole your star! Listen, we’ve had similar cases in the past and we rectified it spiritually. We can rectify yours too. But you have to believe first. You must no longer remain dependent on him because that is exactly what he needs because the more you remain dependent on him, the more successful he becomes…”
By the time Cynthia left the meeting that afternoon, her entire psyche was set to exactly what Chidinma wanted her to believe. Not only had she gone from loving her younger brother to hating him, she had become so enraged such that the drastic measure she took had everyone in shock…
~Emmanuel Benson writes.
The story focuses on the life of a very wicked woman who hides under the guise of Christianity to perpetrate evil. The remaining tale shall be told soon.
*This is not to discredit any religion. Instead it’s a story that needs to be told.