Holding a black Cock and Hen in my hands, and a strand of palm frond between my lips, I sat naked on the small wooden stool, as the Dibia(witch doctor) walked slowly around me in a solemn procession, holding a small earthen pot that oozed out white smokes of sweet fragrance.
I recalled the words of the pastor during a private prayer session.
“Your Sister is the cause of your childlessness.” He had said.
I wonder what would have been, if I wasn’t an only child.
At last, the Dibia said: “Your Sacrifice is accepted my daughter, you can go home now.”
At last, peace!