Chapter 9: The Spirit's Hold

But as she gree, everything change. Her dream come dark and scary. She dey always dream about mourning cloth, native pot, and white chalk mark for ground. Sometimes she go see coffin for pit and one white tombstone. Anytime she try run, the man go dey follow am like shadow.

Her voice come low, she dey whisper like person dey hide from witch. You go feel am for skin. The way she describe the dream—cold dey catch me for inside sun. Na real spiritual wahala.

"You no talk say you go be with me? Why you no come find me? You no fit run, I dey wait you..."

The thing dey ring for my ear. I dey look the girl, dey pity. This na real spiritual tie, no be ordinary sickness. Even me, I dey reason say make I call my pastor later.

Ngozi come dey fear sleep. Anytime she sleep, na nightmare, she go wake up dey shout, her mind almost break.

Her mama dey always dey beside her bed, dey use handkerchief clean sweat, dey pray, dey shout blood of Jesus. But every night na new wahala. I fit see as her body don thin, her leg dey shake when she stand.