KAYANMATA
We call her Sister B and call him Brother H. Their love was the cynosure of eyes for all and sundry. They were always together and the few times they were slightly apart, they always missed each other and were always on the phone talking to each other. Everything seems perfect at least to us but my mum in her wisdom always tell me something was kind of off in their relationship as she said the man seems under a kind of spell that made him love Sister B like that but I was always in disagreement with her based on the fact that I was then a big fan of romantic novels and movies and Sister B and brother H’s love life perfectly fits the way the authors and directors of those romantic novels and movies I watch paints their fictions.
Fast forward to a few years later, I was done with secondary school then and I was always at home, Sister B maternal grandmother died and they did the funeral ceremony at their hometown and when she got back from the ceremony and went round thanking friends and family for attending and or buying the chosen attires as the tradition in her part of the country that she said something that seems off to me despite my wanting to believe otherwise. She said her boyfriend then had followed her to the village a week prior to the ceremony and he singlehandedly killed, prepared and boiled the two cows they used for the burial ceremony without assistance from anybody despite the fact that Sister B has female siblings that were married and also will be bring their husband to the ceremony.
She was animated when she said it and my mum in her wisdom just kept sighing when she was talking but Sister B seem oblivious to my mum disgust at what Sister B was saying. After Sister B left, my mum and others present tabled her matter and started discussing how a sane man will leave his business to follow a girlfriend not a wife to her hometown for a week and singlehandedly kill two cows, prepared them and boiled them in preparation for frying. They said something was definitely not right somewhere. I was still young then but my mum said something like Sister B must have prepared the proverbial vegetable (efo riro) for him and someone also seconded it because they felt that’s the only logical explanation for the man’s weird love behaviour. I can also recollect that sometimes later after the burial ceremony incident, Sister B came around and said something that made me believe my mum that the husband was under a spell or something but it could be proved then so everyone left them alone to their life as usual.
Fast forward to yesterday the 12th day of September, 2020; I was in a rush to go home from the office because I had a stomach upset and needed to use the toilet. Lo and behold, sitting down in the bus I was about to board was Sister B who I haven’t seen or heard from in like 9 to 10 years sitting down waiting for the bus to load. She looked haggard compared to her plump look and she look kinda faraway. I didn’t recognized her again but she did and she was the one who called me and I ask how she knew me, she told me her name and I was excited to see her but I was surprised as how she looked and asked her what the problem was. She sighed and proceeded to tell me one of the most surprising story I have ever heard.
She said she went out one day and when she came back home to the house she and her then boyfriend brother H rented, she found out he has packed all of their belongings out of the apartment both his and hers and only left her a note explaining why he did what he did and the notably among the things he wrote in his farewell note is that he is now free from her bondage and it took the combined efforts of his family member to free him from her love bondage. I asked her if it was true that she (sister B) placed him in bondage and she answered in the affirmative that she did placed him in bondage. I was surprised because it confirmed my mum’s earlier suspicion that their love wasn’t all that natural. I asked her why she did such a thing and she said she was desperate for his love and Brother H wasn’t really into her then. He only wanted her for a friend but she wanted to be more than his friend. She said she tried every tricks a woman has to have him for herself but she said she met a stiff wall at all her attempts so she vowed that if she wouldn’t have him, nobody born of man through a woman would. She resorted to diabolic means to have him and went to meet a herbalist recommended by one of her friends.
The herbalist gave her something to put in his food. She took it and never asked of the consequences of what she got into. She did put the item the herbalist gave her into a well prepared vegetable soup she prepared for him one day and that was how mysteriously Brother H fell over heel in love with her. She said she was happy and life seems perfect once again. She said Brother H does everything she wants and when she wants it with no objections at all. But when the devil gives you a cap, he collects your head in return. She said despite all their crazy lovemaking and huge amount of sex they involve themselves in, she never get pregnant. She tried both orthodox and unorthodox means but she never got pregnant for him. And Brother H family said the only way they can allow him marry her is for her to get pregnant and once she does, they will give their consent for them to get married. Sister B in her words said she sought medical advice and numerous tests was carried out on both she and Brother H and they were both certified okay medically and there was nothing preventing her from getting pregnant.
When all medical means proved abortive, she went back to the herbalist that gave her the love charm she used earlier and it was what the Babalawo told her that shattered her words. She said the Baba told her that in exchange for the love charm, his god took her womb. Afterall, she said she doesn’t care of the consequences of her action, she wanted Brother H all to herself and he gave her exactly what she wanted. So she should live with the consequences of her actions and the herbalist pushed her out and banned her from ever visiting him hence he adds to her problem.
She said she didn’t know how an elder brother of Brother H knew of her barrenness and he invited Brother H to come visit him and when Brother H got there, they took him on a spiritual journey that cleansed his system of all charms in his system and he became free from her bondage unbeknownst to her. Brother H was advised on how to live with her henceforth so she wouldn’t suspect a thing and once he feels he can no longer take it, he should quietly leave with his belongings and never ever set his eyes on her again both in this life and the next.
She said she went out one day, came back and met their rented apartment empty and devoid of all belonging with only the earlier mentioned note explaining the reasons. Sister B mum later called her that Brother H brought her belonging to their house. She said she met a man of God who told her she has to locate Brother H and seek his forgiveness before her life will start having meaning again. She said all her effort to located Brother H met stiff resistance from Brother H’s family member who made it their life task to frustrate her every effort and she said she is now over 50 years which means she is technically in her menopause and can’t conceive medically again. And so she ended her story.
Everyone in the bus was shell shocked and me myself couldn’t even bring forth words out of my mouth to speak to her. She was broken, sad and living life aimlessly all because she was desperate for a man’s love which brings the question as to why ladies go to extreme length to get a man’s attention love. Go online through social media most especially Instagram and before you scroll through five or six news feed, you will see someone selling Kayamanta, attraction oil, do as I say, notice me and others. The most interesting part of it is that they are selling it with reckless abandon and people buying it don’t care of the consequences of what they are buying and the people selling it have made it look so good that they claim they perform WHITE SACRIFICE on it before selling them. Excuse me, what is White Sacrifice? Is there anything like white sacrifice? Sacrifice is sacrifice no matter how holistic they intend to make it look. They only call it white sacrifice because they know some intending buyer may feel reluctant to engage in something diabolic.
To be continued……..
