I K!LLĒD MY WIFE 8 – Yùñg Tygä stories

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🌵PART 8🌵🌵I K!LLĒD MY WIFE 🌵

When he said that, he rushed out to get a leaf.
I guess he was a seer.

He rushed back in, few minutes later, bringing with him the leaf of a plant,🍃 trying to devolve it in his both palms.

The moment he rushed over to me and rubbed the mashed leaf on my forehead, Famata’s Spirit disappeared.


I immediately passed out.

I remembered waking up just to find myself lying in a hut. My whole body was covered in sores and blisters.
There was a little calabash and a big one sitting closed to where I was lying down.

In the smaller calabash, there seemed to be chopped pieces of garlic mixed with some leaves that I couldn’t figure out, while in the bigger one there was something that looked like some marshed pawpaw leaves.

Story paused ⏸️…

[SOMETHING IMPORTANT TO KNOW:
There are lots of superstitions about Garlic, A plant related to the onion, having a pungent bulb much used in cooking.
In Africa there’s a belief that garlic is a very important substance when it comes to using it to drive off Demons & witches.
In African folkIores, it has been mentioned as plant used by our ancestors in witch hunting.]

Story continues…

Where I’m I? I asked, feeling severe pain all over my body.

You will be okay my husband,. The voice of Evelyn brought me back to my senses.
Evelyn was sitting right on a stool, next to my head, stroking my head gently.
I could see pity in her eyes.

Where I’m I Evelyn, and what are we doing here?

Arrrrhhhgggg! I groan in pain, while attempting to get up.

“I’m so happy you’re alive again.
Please lie down to avoid increasing the pain. You’re not yet strong.”
-Evelyn cautioned me,.
As she patted me on the shoulder gently,attempting to calmed me down.

You’re in Sam’s hut.
You were being attacked by a ghost last night, but he came to your rescue.

Who us Sam? I asked Evelyn.

Sam is our next door neighbour.
And you’re in his house undergoing some Spirits prevention herbs.
-She answered.

Initially, he had told Evelyn that I could stay at his place till he could drive away the spirit of the individual that was hindering hunting me.

After two weeks at Sam’s place, I didn’t see Famata’s spirit again.
On the day I was discharged from Baba Sam’s place, i was giving chalk which he called a “Spirits chalk” I was caution to always rub the chalk on my skin effectively every nights before going to bed, for two months.

I continued following the instructions for 1months, few days.Famata’s
Every evening before going to bed, Evelyn would remind me not to forget rubbing the chalk.
She was so concerned about me.

My work mates including my boss usually came to visit me.
After few felt fully recovered, i resumed work.
All my work mates were excited the day I resumed work with them.

At the end of the first moths after my assault with the ghost of Famata, we have already moved to another street, in a very beautiful apartment we having been working on over the years.

It was not a very big apartment, big it was a great place to live.

Evelyn was so happy when we moved into it.

We started forgetting all of our worries.
Evelyn regained her normal posture.
Things were moving very well, though I was still haunted by my past, I pretended nothing ever happened.

I continued using the chalk until one night something mysterious happened. Evelyn had gone to her mother’s place for the weekend with our two children’s,
Because they needed to see their grandparents.

I came from work that evening, took my bath.
I went to the drawer, to obtain the chalk for rubbing when I discovered it was nowhere to be found.

I checked everywhere but couldn’t find it.

Ahhh! I screamed!

I went straight to the dresser remembering i sometimes kept it there, but it was not there.

Instead, I discovered a letter there that read: “YOU HAVE TWO HOURS TO GO BACK TO MY PEOPLE AND CONFESS WHAT YOU DID TO ME OR DIE TRYING TO ABORT THE INSTRUCTIONS IN THIS LETTER.”

I dropped the letter and immediately decided to drive to SAM’S place to consult him.

I hastily ran outside to enter my car, and behold… Famata’s Ghost was sitting at the backseat in the Car…

Jesus! -I screamed

Get in now and drive. She commanded.

To be continued…

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