Entry 3: Ekaete You Cannot Text My Husband

Busola always had her suspicions about the kind of information that were constantly leaving and entering her husband's phone. She trusted her husband but the text alerts were becoming very unbecoming.

She resolved to unraveling the mystery. For the first time in months, Samson left his phone in the dining. She sneaked with the phone into their laundry room and what she saw made her boil with anger. She sobbed.

Tears rolled down Busola's cheeks  as she read one particular message .

Samson: Eka babe
I am sure you are on your way.
Have a great time.
Send me pictures of your trip
Take care of U 4 me

Ekaete: Sorry I didn't phone you back.
The trip has been soooo busy!
I'll call you today.
Not sure how early I can call
XOXO

Thoughts raced through her mind . Could they be having an affair? Do they really share hugs and kisses? Take care of you for me?? Really? Am I making a mountain out of a molehill? He has a pet name for her? Oh My God, am I dreaming? Does she share explicit photos of herself to Samson? Where is the fire of God when we need it? How do I address this mess? Should I confront Samson? Should I call Ekaete's parents? 

Ekaete, a family friends daughter spent one summer holiday in their home two years ago. She was a big auntie to their children. She had no clue that Samson was in touch with her. After reading through two years worth of text messages, she was consoled that that they had not met physically during the period. She concluded it was only a matter of time that this "loveflower" that both of them were innocently nurturing would be ready for "harvest". 

She determined that she would find a way to nip it in the bud. There is no way that this fruit will form she declared! Busola went straight for her prayer rain manual and pulled out some 
dangerous weapons:

1. Father, in the name of Jesus, I bind the work of Satan from my marriage. The enemy would love nothing more than to destroy our marriage. I ask You to stop His work in our lives and destroy his attacks against my marriage (John 8:44; Genesis 3:11-13). I cancel ALL Satan's assignments over my marriage. 
2. Lord, dissolve and render to nought every evil counsel fashioned against my home and marriage. I bind every spirit of Ahab, Jezebel, strife, and home wreckers, in the name of Jesus. 
3. Every bad behavior that has become a habit and has opened the door for marriage breakers, get out of me, in Jesus Name. 
4. O God, arise and declare war against my marriage breakers, in Jesus Name. 
5. Every evil third party fueling invisible fire in my marriage, die with the fire, in Jesus Name. 
6. Every wicked envious witchcraft, that has been the architect of problems in my marriage, die, in Jesus Name. 
7. O Lord let every evil register of the wicked architect; catch fire, in Jesus Name. 
8. Let every evil pattern drawn by wicked architect for my life and marriage die, in Jesus Name.
9. Every wicked spirit in my lineage that is against successful marriage and happy home, die by fire, in Jesus Name.
10. I destroy by fire the confidence of marriage breakers, in Jesus Name.
11. I break and damage the weapons of marriage breakers, in Jesus Name.
12. Foundational marriage breakers caging my marriage and fruitfulness, break by fire and let me go.
13. Every marriage breaker that is circulating my name for evil, die by fire, in Jesus Name.
14. Every seasonal dark figure that comes to cause problem and calamity in my marriage, die by fire.
15. Every strange woman that is after my marriage for destruction, die by fire, in Jesus Name.
16. Wicked strongman on assignment to put an end to my marriage, die with your work, in Jesus Name...
17. Strongman behind the marriage break up of some women by pushing them into extra-marital affairs, I am not your candidate, die, in Jesus Name
18. I release Holy Ghost bomb into any witchcraft coven deliberating on my marriage, in Jesus Name.
19. Secret of marriage breakers, be revealed and scatter in Jesus Name.
20. I break the spinal cord of stubborn spirit husband/wife causing confusion in my marriage, in Jesus name.
21. I use the blood of Jesus and Holy Ghost fire to remove every invisible leg of strange woman from my matrimonial home, in Jesus Name.
22. Every polygamous spirit from the foundation of my marriage, I chase out by fire in the name of Jesus.
23. Any mistake that can cause irreparable damage in my marriage, I reject by fire in Jesus Name.
24. Every demonic hunter shooting gun at my marriage in the spirit realm, fall down and die, in Jesus Name.
25. I am that I am, you gave Sarah and Hannah peace in their marriage, give me peace and make me fruitful, in Jesus Name.
26. Fourth man in the fire, Jesus Christ, quench every visible/invisible pains in my marriage, in Jesus Name.
27. O God that rubbished the counsel of Ahitophel, rubbish every counsel of evil counselors in my marriage, in Jesus Name.
28. Marriage breakers, enough of your activities in my marriage, I cut off your legs, hands and I cut you to pieces, you must die, in Jesus Name.

She prayed and declared this for weeks but was not satisfied that she had done all that was necessary to stop this inappropriate alliance that both of them had formed. She concluded that an evil  soul tie had formed and that it needed to be broken. She pondered on the best way to approach her husband without making him resistant to all she had to say. After two weeks of drafting and re-drafting she decided she was going to send both of them text messages to introduce that matter.


To Ekaete she wrote : Ekaete, You CANNOT Text My Husband ! Be warned!

For Samson she composed : Hi Honey, how is working going? I decided to go do my hair and nails today after my meeting with Claudia. I hope you will like the style I chose. You know I do them to look good for you. My dear,there is a matter I will like to bring to you attention that has been bothering me for a while now. It's your communication with Ekaete. I know you are very fond of her and always willing to help her. I want to believe that unknown to you an appropriate soul tie often developed without your knowledge. I am a woman and my instincts tell me you are on a wrong path. I know what I am talking about. I believe strongly that you need to wean yourself from that girl. Please darling, for the interest of our marriage could you cut all communication with her? Don’t call anymore. Don’t answer her phone calls. Don’t email her. Delete her email and phone contact. Please don't say my paranoia has resumed like you always say. I see danger ahead. Talk to you when you get home.

Love Always B💓.

At 7pm , she heard Samson park his car in the garage. Her heart skipped a beat. She feigned sleep.
To Be Continued

Busola sat and waited for her husband to come in. She shivered with anticipation and dread. 

Busola's husband walked in looking haggard and worn. "Welcome dear, how was your day?" She asked sweetly, as though her heart was not pounding.
"Hey honey, I know we have to talk but can we please do it tomorrow? I'm so exhausted, it's been a horrible day."
The next morning, Samson left in a hurry and Busola went about her normal chores. She was determined that they would talk when he got home.
Busola sat watching TV in the late afternoon, nervous of her husband's return but blissfully unaware of the hell to come. But not for long.
The doorbell rang, bringing her out of her reverie. She wasn't expecting anyone and her husband had his key. She stood up and walked to the door, apprehension filled her but she didn't know why. She opened the door and her mind went blank.
Busola must have stared at her visitor for 1 minute straight before she unfroze her by giving her a big hug. "Ah Aunty, I have missed you o."

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Busola awkwardly hugged her back, "Ekaete, what are you doing here?"
"I came to see how you were doing. You see I was in town to visit a friend so I decided to stop by. How is Uncle doing?" Busola was dumbfounded.
"Didn't you see my text?" That was all she could blurt out. "No o, which text? My phone has been misbehaving lately, Uncle promised to get me a new one sef. I hope he doesn't forget."
This problem was beyond her, she had to go and kabash to God.
"Aunty won't you invite me in? What was the text about anyway?" Ekaete didn't wait for her to answer but pushed herself inside, only then did Busola see the suitcase she was rolling behind her.
Busola took a deep breath and shut the door. "Welcome dear, don't worry about the text. Please make yourself at home. I need to go do something."
"Okay Aunty, thank you. I will do just that," Ekaete said with a cheshire grin.
                                     

2 hours later...

The silence at the dinner table was tense and awkward. Samson sat at the head of the table, Ekaete was at his right and Busola was at his left. He had not yet regained his colour after his shock at seeing Ekaete in the house.
"Uncle Samson, how have you been? It's been a while since you called. All those sweet messages don't quite make up for not hearing your voice," Ekaete had the guts to sound cheerful.
Samson blanched even more and shot a quick glance at Busola but she kept staring straight ahead as she slowly chewed her food. " Eh yes, I've been quite busy," his voice shook.
"Oh you didn't tell me. I'd have come sooner to help you relieve that stress," Ekaette said with a falsely innocent smile.
"So Aunty-" Ekaette started to say but Busola didn't want to listen anymore. "Samson, can we talk briefly? I need to run something by you," she managed to sound calm. Busola stood up and walked out and her husband looking quite relieved, followed her.
As soon as they got to their room, Busola turned to Samson, "Talk, now." And he did.
He explained everything to her, how Ekaete initiated the conversation and it seemed harmless enough at first but slowly it became deeper. He found in Ekaette someone to confide in, to talk about his worries and hopes. Busola was confused, she asked why he couldn't talk to her and tears rolled down her eyes as he explained to her how she was always busy praying and declaring in tongues and managing the home. He insisted that nothing sexual had ever happened between them, nor ever will. Samson begged for her forgiveness and Busola apologized to him as well and promised to make more time for him and be more attentive to his needs. As they hugged and kissed, Busola felt like a heavyweight had been lifted off her, she had regained the joy of her marriage. Praise be!

Meanwhile...


Ekaete sat at the dining table. She was smiling. This was so much fun, she thought. See how they scampered off like rats afraid of the cat. Oh my, they haven't even seen anything yet. They were probably going to talk and kiss and makeup, thinking everything was alright as long as they were together. How pathetic.
She took her time finishing her food then stood up and stretched leisurely. She cleared the table and washed the dishes, a little kindness didn't hurt. Soon she will be the one being served, she smiled secretly to herself.
She went to the guest room, undressed and admired her body in the mirror. Is this what Aunty thinks she can compete with? She laughed derisively at the thought. She took a warm shower and put on a beautiful, skimpy nightdress. She made sure her door was unlocked and then took out the thing from the bag.
It was wrapped in a black waterproof and Baba had told her not to open it. She lay on her bed, squeezed it three times and called his name each time. "Samson, Samson, Samson." Then she put it under the pillow and waited.
After about 5 minutes, just as she started getting nervous, her door slowly opened and there he stood, but with Aunty Busola!
"Ekaette, did you really think that would work? That your pitiful, devilish charms will break down the walls I have erected around my marriage? My God warned me of this already and I was ready for the attack when it came flying at him. Now, my darling husband, you go and rest. Ekaette and I have an appointment with the Holy Spirit. When we are done, she will never look at any man apart from her own destined husband again.

Comfort Obarein is a medical student, an avid reader and a budding writer who hopes to publish both prose and poetry someday. She is crazy about cats.

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Dr Uvoh Onoriobe
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