“Frankly, I am at my wits end. I wouldn’t want to repeat the same mistake I made earlier. I don’t know what to offer right now,” Mrs. Asibong admitted. “I understand your plight, Eme, but you have to act quickly. You and I know your fellowship won’t spare you the moment they find out you are minded to raise an altar against. You know what I mean, and it is going to be tough if you let it happen,” Ibinabo cautioned. “I know, but my conscience is judging me terribly. I can’t afford to take another life from my family to keep going in this path…is there any short term remedy? I need something short term to take my time and make the best decision,” Mrs. Asibong inquired.
“We have everything you will ask for here. There is a twelve-year-old boy in that room, strip off your clothes and go in to make him happy. When you hear him moan, tell him all that you want and it shall be done for you…” the priest was explaining. “How much time can that buy me?” Mrs. Asibong interjected. “Three months, starting from the moment the boy lets out a pleasurable moan. However, before you walk into that room, you must deposit half a million naira in cash or cheque in that aluminum basin. That is how things work here…one more thing, you will be required to strip off your clothes here before going into that room. You cannot stand before the boy with your clothes on. You will die the moment he sets his sight on you with your clothes on,” the priest explained.
“I will take it that by doing this, I will have broken all ties with the order of the fellowship I have followed all these years, right?” Mrs. Asibong asked. “Not exactly, but they will know you have sought what they denied you. However, if they choose to attack you, we will stand behind you till the end. We thrive in war and destruction. Your fellowship knows who we are and what we can,” said the priest with a reassuring smile. Mrs. Asibong felt comforted by those words, especially the part about going to war on her behalf. She reached into her purse, fished out her cheque book and wrote the priest a cheque of seven hundred thousand naira. With a rare smile on her face, she informed him, “I added extra two hundred thousand naira on the five hundred thousand for you.” “I can see that here already,” the priest said, pointing at a mirror buried into the hard floor. “We have seen your heart and will help you with all we have at our disposal. Your pains are over from this night,” added the priest.
While the priest spoke, Mrs. Asibong calmly removed her clothes. Done with that task, she headed for the room which housed the twelve-year-old boy. With the sense of reverence, she had developed over the years she served the fellowship, she pushed the door open and stepped into the room. The room was pitch dark and reeked with rotten human flesh. She wanted to run back for how much her breath was choked out by that foul stench. Before she could take a step backward, a tender voice called her name, “Eme Asibong!” Then the light came on. What she saw on a mat on the floor was a naked boy whose eyes have been brutally gouged out. She was so shaken up by that sight that she almost let out a heart-wrenching cry, but had to forcefully subdue herself from crying.
“Don’t feel pity for me,” the boy said with a tenderness which took her by surprise. “You are the one who needs to be pitied. You have given everything you have to your fellowship and yet they have offered you nothing. Now your son’s marriage is about to break up because you gave the fellowship his virility,” the boy revealed. The more he spoke, the more the tenderness in his voice became pronounced. Mrs. Eme Asibong felt her heart melt at the sound of the boy’s voice. Then she began to sense a strong a sexual urge. She was surprised to see she could manage that sort of urge. “By your actions, a war will break out against your family and some may die. The fellowship now knows you are here; they will come after you with all they have. However, because you have come here, I will protect you. I will help you. Now come to the mat and make me happy.”
With trepidation, she took measured steps and went down on the mat. The touch of the boy was like those of a thousand men. The energy around him felt like power voltage. It took about an hour to please the boy. When Mrs. Asibong heard his moan, she began to make her requests as quickly as she could. When she was done, she stood to her feet and let herself out of the room…
“Now do you believe me? I told you I saw a man take something from our bed and all you did was laugh at me,” Emmanuel said with sarcasm. Their house had become very charged with an ominous presence since Emmanuel saw that figure in their bathroom. On their bed, they lay holding each other with the lights on. None of them was the praying type. They had already prayed as much as they could and lay back on the bed, hoping the presence would lift. “But baby, you told me the figure you saw might be your dad. Why then is he angry with us?” Janet asked. “I wish I had a clue. Perhaps my mother might know,” replied Emmanuel. “I have to call her now,” Janet said looking around for her phone. “Baby my phone is on that table, can you get it for me?” she requested. She was afraid to get off the bed.
Emmanuel got off the bed and brought her phone to her. She twiddled with her phone for a moment and quickly placed a call to her mother in-law. The phone rang a few times before Mrs. Asibong took her call, “Hello Janet, why are you calling me by this odd hour of the night?” “Mommy, we are under attack! Something is hovering over our house!” “What!!! Something hovering over your house?!” “Yes, mommy. We are really scared. We don’t know what to do!” “Where is my son?” “He is here with me.” “Give him the phone.” Janet handed the phone to Emmanuel. “Emmanuel, what is going on in your house?” “I was hoping you would explain it to me… I think I saw daddy in my bedroom…” “Oh God!!! Did you say you saw your father?!” The sound of fear in her voice was palpable, and Emmanuel took note of it. “Mommy what are you hiding from me?”
“What is wrong with this boy?! Why would you ask me that question?!” Mrs. Asibong barked. “What did you mean when you told Janet that daddy died for nothing? What are you not telling me? Why is dad showing himself to me after fourteen years of his death? Why do I suddenly remember all the events which happened before and after dad’s death? I want to know the meaning of the white ribbon you tied around his coffin! I want answers now mom!”
“I have nothing to tell you Emmanuel. If I find out why this is happening I will call you back. For now, I need to get in touch with my fellowship for prayers,” Mrs. Asibong said and hung up. Emmanuel had been hearing about his mother’s fellowship for years without a clue that the fellowship was actually a secret cult. About thirty minutes after the call with Mrs. Asibong, the presence in their home broke and lifted completely.
Emmanuel and Janet were happy for that and attributed it to Mrs. Asibong calling for prayers over the situation in their house. That night, they had sound sleep and woke up in the morning, happy to see a new day after all they had been through the previous night. After their brief morning prayer, Janet went into the kitchen. Emmanuel went into the bathroom to wash his boxer shorts and some of his wife’s undergarments. While he washed and whistled happily, he began to feel a cold sensation spreading from his abdomen down to his male organ. It was odd and scary. When he could not bear it anymore, he left to tell Janet about how he was feeling.
When Janet saw the look on Emmanuel’s face, she knew something bad had happened to him. “What is it baby?” she asked with her voice filled with fear. “Something strange is happening to my private part. I feel a cold sensation over it…it feels like that part is dead. I can’t feel it anymore,” Emmanuel explained with his face riddle with morbid fear. Janet rushed forward and pulled down his boxer shorts. To her, Emmanuel seemed fine. She turned off her gas and said, “Come with me, let’s go see if something is wrong with it. It looks fine to me.” Hurriedly, they entered their bedroom.
On the bed, Emmanuel and Janet lay, doing their best to see if Emmanuel could get a stirring sensation in his private part. For over thirty minutes, Janet labored over Emmanuel to help him rise up, but nothing happened. “This is unusual. I can’t have my male organ working fine just last night and this morning, it goes completely dead! What is going on here?! God what is this!” Emmanuel cried. His wail tore through Janet’s heart. With tears streaming freely from her eyes, she took him in her arms and held him as firmly as could. “We are in this together, baby. Together we are going to find a solution to this. I think the first thing to do now is to get down to the hospital and see a doctor. This is not normal, male organs don’t just die like this. There might be more in play here, but to be very sure, we need to hear from a doctor,” Janet said, trying her best to mask her fears and worries.
Deep within her, she wondered if Emmanuel’s problem was the problem Mrs. Asibong hinted at before their wedding and for which she gave her the ribbon which they made use of on their wedding night. “Right from the first night we made love after our wedding, I have been feeling like something is wrong with me. I can’t explain it, but I know it within me. Something is wrong with my body,” Emmanuel said amid hot tears cascading from his eyes. His words knocked Janet out of her reverie. “I don’t get it. You performed very well that night and have been doing so since that night. How exactly are you feeling?” Janet asked, wondering what Emmanuel was getting at. “I feel like my body is no longer complete, like something is gone from me.”
His reply left Janet much more confused. She wanted to ask him about his previous experiences on occasions his male organ crashed completely. She did not know how to ask him about that. She did not want him to know his mother had told her all about it and had informed her that it was a common ailment amongst males in the Asibong family. While she thought hard about the case they had on hand, thoughts of how long she would have to go without sex assailed her thoughts aggressively. In that moment, her mind was like a battleground, a beehive of activities went on in her mind at the same time.
“Get dressed baby, let’s go see a doctor,” Janet said as she sprang out of bed. The both of them dressed up quickly, ran out of their house, got into their car and drove off. Because Emmanuel did not want their driver to hear their conversation about his crashed male organ, he decided to do the driving. The drive to the hospital was a nightmare for Janet, Emmanuel drove like he was possessed with a demon. Janet had never seen him that mad and angry before. It was as though some other man was in the car with her. From their house to the hospital, Emmanuel never stopped shedding tears. “When I had that feeling from our wedding night, it was as though something told me there was trouble coming. Look at me now, I am worse than a dead man!”
Emmanuel’s frequent mentioning of what he felt on their wedding night, left Janet wondering if she might be the cause of Emmanuel’s problem. Before she met Emmanuel, she had sexual relations with only two men and none of them had complained of his male organ crashing. Why would this feeling he speaks about start from our wedding night? Janet thought to herself. Then a thought flashed through her mind and she let it out as quickly as it came to her, “When we made love that night, I remember you saying that you had never felt that sort of energy before. What was the energy like?” “At some point it felt like it wasn’t me. As if something was helping.” To Janet, Emmanuel’s words “As if something was helping me ” meant he had never had good sex before. So Mrs. Asibong was right about the males in the Asibong family experiencing male organ crash.
Oddly, she felt relieved. If my mother in-law could handle this problem for this long, she must have a permanent solution to fix it, Janet thought. As they pulled into the hospital, she reached out and kissed Emmanuel as passionately as she could. “It’s all going to be fine baby, our sex life is not over yet. Like I said earlier, we are in this together,” Janet said encouraging him. Before they stepped out of their car, she brought her face to his and in a romantic manner, kissed away his tears. “Stop crying my love, I am here with you. I believe that even tonight, we will make love,” Janet assured him.
Though her words were meant to encourage Emmanuel, they ended up shocking him, he almost asked her if she had anything to do with his male organ crashing. Janet could see he was stunned by what she said, but did not know which part staggered him. Holding hands like they had no care in the world, they ambled into the hospital reception with panache. On the grounds of Emmanuel’s wealthy background, he was quickly processed and sent in to see an urologist.
“It’s okay, Mr. Emmanuel. I want you to calm down and explain all that has happened to me. I need the history of this problem to be able to find out what made it crash,” the doctor encouraged Emmanuel. Janet took his hand and robbed them tenderly. While Emmanuel was speaking to the doctor earlier, she would seductively run her fingers over Emmanuel’s private part to see if he could get any reaction, sadly Emmanuel did not react to her touch.
“As far as I am concerned it began on our wedding night,” Emmanuel began. Janet didn’t like Emmanuel mentioning it began that night. She felt it was pointing accusing fingers at her. “We had great sex that night though and our sex has been great since that day till this happened this morning,” Janet interjected, eager to absolve herself of any blames and suspicion. “Okay, Madam. But I want to hear from him about what he felt or experienced that night,” the doctor said. “We were in the act of sex when I felt something move from the upper part of my body and slowly went down to my private part and exited through my male organ…” “That was o—-m! It feels that way for some men,” the doctor interjected.
“No! That was not o—-m! I have had sex a couple of times before! I know what o—-m is like, at least my own o—-m!” Emmanuel yelled at the doctor, slamming his hands on the table. Both the doctor and Janet were shocked by his outburst. Emmanuel raised his hands in the air and apologized, “I am really sorry for that. I am losing it. Please forgive me.” “It’s okay. I understand your plight, but try to get a hold of yourself,” said the doctor. Emmanuel nodded his head in agreement. Janet reached for his private part again, fondled it hard and whispered, “You never told me you had sex more than once before we got married? I thought the one you told me about was your only experience.” “I never told you because you never asked!” Emmanuel snapped at her.
She was shaken by that and so got up and left the doctor’s office. “Can you continue with your experience that night?” asked the doctor. “Though the experience was for me very sexually satisfying, I felt something leaving my body. Doctor, the feeling was real,” Emmanuel explained. The doctor bowed his head and pondered what Emmanuel had said. “Have you felt that way since that night?” asked the doctor after much thought. “No, I have not. But I must add here that I have been feeling incomplete since that night.” “How has your sex been since then?” “I have been performing in bed as if I had the strength of ten men. My wife likes it, but it scares me. That is not me. Sometimes I can’t recognize myself in bed. That is not me doctor!” “It’s okay… Do you have an idea of how long you could stay in bed before this experience began?”
Emmanuel thought for a moment and replied, “It’s been long I had sex before that night. I think the last time was in my secondary school days. I was in class six then. If my memory serves me right, I lasted about thirteen to fifteen minutes and I wasn’t acting like a beast. I was a normal person.” “Do you act like a beast when you are having sex with your wife?” “Yes, the energy is usually too much for me do bear…” “There you go! Thanks for being honest with me! You are putting excessive pressure on your male organ! Does your wife use rope on you during sex? I mean does she tie your hands, neck, feet and other body parts?” “No, she does not. We don’t use such things in our sex… Wait! I just remembered something. That first night we had sex, I mean our wedding night, she used a ribbon on me.”
“How did she use it?” “She put it around my male organ…” “Was the ribbon tight on your body during sex? If yes, that can cause problems to your reproductive organ, are you aware of that?” “No. But the ribbon was very loose. It was far loose on me than a condom.” “I want to hear from her. Please call her back. Did you people come with the ribbon? I will like to see it.” “We did not.” Emmanuel twiddled with his phone to place a call to Janet. “Why haven’t you been having sex all these years?” asked the doctor. “It is against my religion. In the past when I had sex, I would feel guilty and sick with myself for days, and so I stopped having sex. When I met my wife, we agreed to wait till we get married,” Emmanuel explained. “Did she agree to that willingly?” “Yes, she did. There were many times I would have us get sexually active with each other and she said no.” “Okay. We are going to conduct some tests on you, after that we will be able to determine why your male organ crashed.
“I can’t get through to her, she is busy on the phone. Let me go find her outside,” Emanuel explained.
To be continued…