Mummy Please Don’t Kill Me Episode 7

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🙎 Mummy Please Don’t Kill Me EPISODE SEVEN: 🥲

Victoria approached me with the knîfe in her hand.

She looked me directly in the eyes.

“Go ahead and stâb her; do not waste any of my time,” the voice said again.

I confessed my sins to God, asking for mercy and deliverance from evîl.

Victoria approached me and raised the knife above her head to stab me, but I felt a force bring down my hands with the knîfe towards Victoria, causing me to stáb her instead.

Her eyes widen in shock, and she loses her balance and falls to the ground.

Her body quickly dried up, like an ancient cörpse.

Seeing this, the entire sisterhood stood up and approached me in rage, ready to fight me.

I felt a surge of new strength and power come over me. I charged towards them, stabbing them one after another with the knîfe.

The shríne began to fall off, causing everything to crack.

The mirror shook and disintegrated into pieces. The pots and other breakables shattered into pieces.

I saw jewels standing still. Then a voice said to me, “command her soul to return to her body; let her be made whole.”

I called out to Jewel and told her to return to her body so that she could be healed, and her soul began to move towards her body right away.
She walked directly to the cašket and lay above her body.

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The voice then instructed me to tell her to get up and stand on her feet. Which I did immediately.

To God’s glory, my Jewel rose from the casket and ran to embrace me.
God granted me victory through Pastor Mathew, Mama Oja, and the prayer warriors. Following the deliverance, pastor Mathew and his crew went to the large mango tree and physically uprooted it. And set it ablaze as soon as it dried.

The church immediately donated money to me and helped me find a nice apartment. Not only that, but a company where I once applied for a job hired me and decided to pay me for all of the years I spent at home.

Jewel’s father came to ask for forgiveness, and I forgave him but did not take him back. Jewel, on the other hand, has refused to see her father.

My father dîed of a heart attáck after learning that my elder brother, whom they loved and trusted so much, had sold his only mansion and relocated outside of the country. Mother collåpsed and suffęred a strôke shortly after father dięd.

I have been the one taking care of Mom at the hospital tho she feels guîlty and has apologize countless times I have fogiven her but she still feels guilty.

And as for Mama Ojo, I will be forever grateful to her.

It has been ten years, but it is still fresh in my mind. I wanted to make a big mistake, but God saved me. Jewel is fourteen years now attending one of the best law school in the city. I am happily married to John, a brother I met in church who became interested in me. We are blessed with twin boys, Bryan and Ryann.

Are you going through some difficult challenges and looking for alternatives, thinking God has forgotten about you? Look no further; God is still working on you. Do not make the mistakes I did.

As a single mother, do not give up; God is not finished with you.

THE END…!!!

Mummy Please Don’t Kill Me Episode 6

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🙎 Mummy Please Don’t Kill Me EPISODE SIX: 🥲

  MAMA OJO'S POV🖍️

I ran to Pastor Mathew’s house in the middle of the night.

Praying for Jewel and Patricia’s safety.

I went to the slum where they live to check on Jewel’s health, only to find Patricia conversing with some strangers I could not see.

I wanted to scream at her for talking alone, but then. I came to a sudden halt as I noticed her struggling with an invisible person.

And then I saw her fall to the ground, pleading with unseen people to return her child. As soon as I noticed her becoming still, I dashed over to her.

I gently tap her, but she does not wake up.
And I decided to come with my pastor.

I dashed to pastor Mathew’s house and was fortunate enough to find him reading his Bible on his balcony.

He kept his Bible and gave me a brief look.

Before I could say anything, he cut me off.

“Say no more; the Lord has communicated with me. We must hurry because her soul has been manipulated to use evil against her daughter. But my Bible taught me in John 3:36 that whoever the Lord sets free is truly free.
Sister Patricia will be set free in Jesus’ name,” He declared, and I responded with an Amen.

The pastor made some calls, and within minutes, some prayer warriors arrived and joined us as I led them to Patricia’s body.

We started praying.

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Patricia’s POV

I tried so hard to stâb Jewel’s body but my hands became stiff.

The force tried so hard to make me bring down my hands but they couldn’t.

All of the sisterhood gathered around me, reciting strange words I could not understand, but my hands remained in the air.

Some how I felt relieved and prayed silently in my heart, seeing Jewel’s soul standing still and staring at me. She only speaks or struggle when the knïfe is about to land on her body.

The entire place began to shake violently.
Everything comes crashing down.
Throwing the whole sisterhood of Makaka’s into great confusion.

“What is happening?” I heard an unseen voice.

“I believe some people are praying against us,” one of the servants responded.

“Connect with the great mirror of life; let us see what is going on.” The voice spoke again, and a giant mirror appeared by the side of the wall.

One of the servants, whose eyes were like a flame of fire, stood in front of the mirror, muttering some inaudible words to it and spatting on it three times. Thick dark smoke covered the face of the mirror and instantly cleared, revealing some serious people praying, whom I recognized.

Mathew, the pastor, and his prayer warriors, including Mama Ojo, are circling and praying over my body.

I could see it from the mirror as my heart leapt with gratitude.

As soon as the prayer warriors call out Jesus’ name, thunder will strike and crack the mirror.

While the entire sisterhood will cover their eyes in fear.

“I believe we made a big mistake by leaving Patricia’s body behind. To keep this sisterhood safe, we must battle those empty vessels and recover Patricia’s body.” The voice spoke.

“Go, defeat them,” she said as the mirror returned to normal.

The ladies who came to take my soul quickly vanished from the shrine. Going to do what the queen nother instructed.

While she ordered Victoria to take a knïfe and stâb me.

TO BE CONTINUED

Mummy Please Don’t Kill Me Episode 5

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🙎 Mummy Please Don’t Kill Me EPISODE FIVE: 🥲

“No, na, do not do this to me. Jewel, do not die on me.” I cried as I held her in my arms.

“God, where are you, and why am I being treated like this? Why does life seem so cruel? Bring back my angle for me. I started crying.

“You will not be at peace until you come to Makaka’s shrine and sacrifice your daughter, for her soul has already been claimed by the great mother; come to Makaka! Come to Makaka. Come offer her to the gods.” A loud voice echoed through the room.

“Leave my child alone and take me instead.” I screamed in rage.

But no answer seems to come through.

I teared up as I looked at my daughter’s body.

I held her in my hands and looked up to heaven, saying, “I am sorry God, I know I have wronged you, but please save my child,” as tears welled up in my eyes.

I stood up from the ground and carried Jewel’s body, using the wrapper to support her.

And I headed outside with one destination in mind: my pastor’s house.

I know he is a powerful man of God who can help me get out of this situation.

But I immediately took my feet outside.

I was surprised to see the same women from my dream.

They have one horn each clothed in white garment with cane in their hands.

“You think you are smart, right? Let me sound this to you no man can save you from the wrath of Makaka. Your soul belongs to makaka.” One of the ladies spoke.

“My soul belongs to God Almighty, not some mortal gods,” I responded.

“Oh! Really? You know your soul belongs to God, and you came to seek wealth from Makaka, that means your God is weak and does not care about his servant.” She spoke in a mocking tone, while the other ladies laughed aloud.

I ignored them and chose to walk past them.
“Give us the body of that child,” she demanded, pointing at it.

“No, I will not.” I responded.

She moved closer to me and attempted to remove Jewel’s body from my back. But I pushed her with my entire strength. Making her eyeballs turn red like a burning flame.
She hit me with a small rod, and I was struck by lightning. I fell to the ground, I saw Jewel’s body going towards them. “Give me back my child,” I cried faintly, feeling pains all over my body and passing out.

I appeared inside the shrine.

Together with the ladies. One of them carried Jewel’s body.

I saw Jewel standing beside a shadowy figure.

But she was not dead; she was standing on her feet. I looked over to the ladies one more time and saw her body with them. I was perplexed as to why Jewel suddenly became two.

“Mummy” She called out and started running towards me, but was stopped by the shadowy figure.

I looked around and saw Victoria and some other ladies seated on the floor, wearing a white material tied above their breasts and ending beneath their feet.

They were sitting on the floor with their legs folded together.

A small câsket was placed in the centre of the room.

“Welcome Patricia” A voice resounded all around.

I was given a knïfe to stâb Jewel’s body, which was now placed in the casket.

But I refused. The more I refused, the harder I was whîpped, and I felt a forçe pushing me toward the casket.

“Mummy, no!” I could hear Jewel’s soul talking.

I was directly in front of Jewel’s body. I raised the knîfe above my head.

“Mummy, please do not k!ll me.” I could hear Jewel’s soul sobbing..

I got to know that it was jewel’s soul that was standing and talking to me while her body was lying cold in the cašket.

I never wanted to do it but the force was controlling me.

“Do it and don’t hesitate” I heard a voice. Which I couldn’t tell who owns it.

The force was pulling my hands down to stāb her. I was fighting hard, resisting the urge to stâb Jewel’s body. The force outweighed me. As I watched the knîfe slowly descend on Jewel’s body, tears streamed down my cheeks and I silently prayed to God for help.

But then something unimaginable happened taking everyone aback.

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TO BE CONTINUED

Mummy Please Don’t Kill Me Episode 4

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🙎 Mummy Please Don’t Kill Me EPISODE FOUR: 🥲

“What exactly did you want from me?” I question her.

“I have come to take what belongs to me,” she stated.

“I owe you nothing; get away from me. I replied.

“Hahahah!” She gave a sarcastic laugh.
causing me to wonder if what I said was funny.

“When you drank from the covenant pot of Makaka, the great god of wealth, your soul became mine, as did your daughter’s soul. Hahaha” She retorted.

That is when it dawned on me. I have gotten myself into a huge mess.

“Look, I know I followed Victoria to your shrine in error, but I cannot sacrifice my daughter, whatever you may be. I only have her. I promise not to reveal your secret to anyone. I replied.

“Haha! “All you are saying is nonsense; I give you from now until tomorrow morning if you do not show up in Makaka’s shrine, you will take whatever you see from us.” She spoke and then vanished.

“God! What will I do now? I do not want to sacrifice my child.

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Jewel had a fever the next morning and was vomiting. With the little money I had left, I took her to the hospital, where she was admitted and placed on a drip.

The doctor performed some tests on her, and after a few hours, he summoned me to his office for a conversation.

I left Jewel in the care of a nurse to hear what the doctor had to say.

I entered his office, and he offered me a seat.
I immediately sat down and told him to tell me what was wrong with my child.

“Young lady, I am sorry to say this, but your daughter is very sick and requires an urgent kidney transplant; she has a kidney stone,” he said, and I felt as if my entire world had crumbled right in front of me.

“No doctor, please; my daughter is not ill; she is just running a temperature. How could a small child like her have a kidney stone? I asked, in tears.

“I can not tell Madam, but it is strange because the first scan I ran showed she was fine, so I was tempted to run another one and discover she had a kidney stone. I ran about four scans for her, and all of them showed she had a kidney stone except for the first.” He replied.

“What should I do now, Doctor?” I asked while crying.

The doctor requested that I pay a sum of three million so that proper treatment could begin for Jewel.

It is been three days and I still can not come up with the money. Jewel was discharged because I did not have enough money to continue her treatment after spending all of Victoria’s money and my savings on her medications.

I have no choice but to return to the slum and think about what to do next.

I was crying on the mat next to Jewel, who was asleep.

“Why is life so cruel to me?” What did I do? Why me? I sobbed slightly.

“Am I going to die, Mummy?” Jewel’s faint voice came to my ears.

“No, my child. You will not die.” I said, taking her hands in mine.

“Then why am I feeling so weak?” She questioned.

“Just because you are sick right now does not mean you will die.” I replied.

“Mummy will work hard to ensure you get back to your normal self.” I reassured her.

“Thank you, Mummy. You are the best mummy in the whole wide world.” She tried so hard to laugh.

“And you are my best girl, my jewel and treasure.” I hugged her and she immediately fell asleep.
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The next day, I went out hawking some fruits; I had gone earlier to ask my parents for money, but they treated me like a criminal, calling their dogs to chase me out of the house.

I was finished with the hawking and returned from the market to pick up Jewel from Mama Ojo while counting the money I had made.

It was only five thousand naira.
“It is only five thousand naira; what can five thousand naira do? It is not even close to a million naira. “How am I going to raise money for Jewel’s treatment?” I inquired within myself as tears streamed down my cheeks.

I got home and met Victoria’s car.

She immediately saw me. She stepped out of her car and approached me.

“What are you doing here, you deceiver? I inquired in rage.

“Patricia, why are you acting so stubborn? By now, you could be swimming in money. “Now that your daughter is sick, it is the right time to sacrifice her without anyone knowing that you used her for money ritual.” Victoria spoke.

“And who told you that my daughter is sick?” Do not tell me….

“Nothing, absolutely nothing, is hidden from the god of Makaka,” she interrupted.

“Go and tell whoever sent you that I will not sacrifice my daughter; she will not die, and I will work hard to raise funds for her treatment. I fired.

“Remember, no one disobeys the god of Makaka, and go Scott free; be prepared to dance to the beat, you stubborn fly.” She lashed out angrily.

“Get out of my house now,” I yelled.

“Do you really call this public toilet a house? “Even a dog would refuse to sleep in such a filthy environment,” she mocked.

“At least it is better than yours, which was built with human blood.” I said, and her expression changed.
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Jewel’s health is not getting any better. Her stomach has swollen and her face appears pale. So far, I have saved up to a hundred thousand.

Every night, I had dreams about strange people trying to take Jewel from me. Or flogging me.

I was about to return to bed when I sensed a strange presence in the room.

“Mummy, they are here to take me; please do not let them take me.” Jewel, who had not spoken in about two days, said with her eyes tightly closed.

“Who?” I questioned her, but she fell back into a deep sleep.

I gently tapped her on the face, but she did not respond. I called her name several times, but she did not answer. I felt her breath and realized she was not breathing anymore.

TO BE CONTINUED