Matured Stories

The Ghost Man – Season 1 – Episode 6


(A true life story)


“Praise the Lord,” she shouted

into the microphone.

“Halellujah,” chorused the


“Prai-prai-prai-praa-a-ise the

Lord,” she shouted again.

With her right hand she held

unto the microphone and with

her left hand she waved in the

air. She was elegant in her

apparel, with a hair scarf that

stood like a crown on her head.

Everything she wore wasn’t

cheap, a clear testimony to my

benevolence. I wasn’t just an

inlaw, I was also like a son. Or so

I thought.

“Halellujah,” the congregation

chorused again.

“Umu chineke ibe m, soronu m

kelee chineke,” she started her

testimony, “my brethren, follow

me thank this our God. I don’t

know how to start thanking him.

I call him ebube dike, oloro ihe

loro enyi, el-shaddai, miracle

worker, kabiyesi, oghenedo,

Jesus igwe.e.e!”

She made a dance move like

someone posessed by an unseen

spirit. The she began to sing.

“There is something that makes

me come into your presence, my

helper,” she sang and the

congregation joined her.

I sat quietly at the last row of the

seats and watched in

bewilderment at this evil woman

that just masterminded my

death. She was evil, she was an

elder in the church and she was

supposed to be a born again

christian. I looked at the name of

the church inscripted bodly

above the alter, “Holy Ghost

Deliverance Ministry.” Such a

perfect name. I’m the ghost

that’s going to deliver her today.

“There is something that makes

me come into your presence, my

helper,” the spirit that posessed

the woman seemed to have

taken over the congregation too,

they went up in a roar, “My

helper o-o, my helper. My helper

o-oh, my helper. There is

something that makes me come

into your presence, my helper.”

“My testimony is very long but I

will try and cut it short,” the

woman continued, “my daughter

was attacked by a ghost but


The church went up in an

uncontrolled murmur. Some

people adjusted their sitting

position, the testimony was

getting interesting. The person

sitted next to me looked at me

and said, “wonder shall never

end.” I responded, “Ghost kwa?


“My daughter’s husband died

few days ago and disappeared

into thin air.” she continued,

“We’ve searched for him

everywhere but can’t find him.

My daughter is devastated

because she loves him so much.”

She started to sob. A dead silence

fell upon the church. Nobody,

including me, wanted to miss the


“Some days ago, Chioma my

daughter got a video call, when

she picked, it was the ghost of

the dead husband that appeared.

He attacked her, causing her a

partial stroke. Today she can’t

walk properly and is speech

impired but is alive……praise the


The congregation shouted,


“That ghost is wicked but the

God I serve is greater. He wants

to kill my daughter, a woman

that loved him so much and took

good care of him as a wife

should. My daughter will recover

fully soon and the enemies shall

be put to shame in Jesus name.”

“Ame-en,” the congregation


“My brethren,” the woman raised

her voice, “if you are praying to

this our God, don’t……”


I remembered all I did for this

woman, a woman I called mother

and treated as such. From the

moment I entered into her

daughter’s life, the family’s life

changed for good. She used to

fry akara at a bus stop in

Iganmu, I opened a mini

supermarket for her and she was

doing well. I paid the other of

her children school fees. I

stopped her husband from being

a gateman and gave him two

commercial buses to be

managing. When her husband

died a year ago, the burial was

on me and was befitting. Where

did I wrong this woman? I once

loved her as a mother but now I

hated her with passion.


“Praise the Lord,” she shouted

after ending her testimony.

The congregation responded

with “halellujah.”


I had heard enough, this

nonsense has got to stop. I

looked at the name of the church

again, “Holy Ghost Deliverance

Ministry.” I stood up from my

seat, this is deliverance time.

I started walking down the aisle

to go take a seat at the front

row. Then our eyes met, she


“Prai-prai,” she stuttered.

She looked sideways, looked at

the pastor like she was expecting

someone to come rescue her and

then back at me. People were

confused at her sudden change

of countenance. Her face was

terrified and her complexion was

beginning to change. She was

beholding a ghost. I gave her a

cruel smile.

“Prai-prai……no, no, it’s a ghost,”

she was screaming. “Take him

away from me, he’s a ghost.”

Her eyes rolled, and like a sac of

cassava flakes she collapsed on

the hard floor. The speakers

made a cracking noise as the

microphone hit the floor.

As quietly as I had entered the

church I vanished.😁

To be continued…

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