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Storytime with Getty, Etoug-Ebe, Yaoundé (2026)

21/05/2026

FALANATA
Episode 39

Getrude Enanga inspired by the Holy Spirit.

"Ko woni ko? " ( what is that? Sira asked carefreely to my relief. This only means that she doesn't know what I was holding earlier is a Bible. God of miracles, thank you!

"Dum walaa...ko...dewtere tan.. " (It's nothing... It's just a book) I responded casually with a shrug, feigning innocence as I rose up from my bed and sat up.

"Mido sikki hol ko waɗi en fof en ɗaaniima nii." ( I wonder why we all slept like this.)
"Koo Naana e goggo Binta ɓe na nder cuudi mabbe."( Even Naana and aunty Binta are still in their huts.) Sira quickly changed the topic to my great satisfaction.

I shrugged nonchalantly and said nothing. What does she want me to say? I have my own wahala troubling me. Why should I care if everyone overslept? Isn't it even normal for people to sleep well? It should be only in Alhadji's compound that people wake up so early in this village.

Sira has a strange mindset. I remember the first time she came to tell me it was time for house chores. She had emphasized that no one sleeps above 6:00am. I also remember her saying that the only time they all slept too much in the morning was a long time ago.

Actually, I think Sira is a busybody. She is always talking about things that should not be a concern to her. Maybe she just lacks better things to do. I hope she's not thinking that we can be close friends. Her type can cause someone to get into trouble. However, she's still better than the other three women.

My mind went back to my encounter with the Alhadji the previous night and before I could stop myself, I shuddered with disgust. Honestly, I hadn't felt so irritated when he was touching me, it had seemed very pleasurable until later on when it ended in severe pains. I can't tell if my resentment is being fuelled by what he said about the debt papa owes him or if it is as a result of the pains I feel in between my thighs.

I made an attempt to rise up from my sitting position so that I could politely walk Sira out of my hut. I want her out, so I can properly hide my Bible.

I rose up slowly then took a few steps towards her with my legs slightly wider apart, with a gait that gossiped to Sira that something had happened to me. The struggle made me return to my original position.

She watched me with a funny facial expression and then with stifled laughter, she said; "Aɗa ɓurnda huutoroode diyam ngulɗam ngam laafugo jaawɗam." ( You will have to use hot water for quicker relief.)

This Sira is too forward. Who asked her? I maintained my composure and ignored her comment. If she likes, let her stand there and spew nonsense. I am not leaving my hut today.

She smiled Mischievoulsy before making her way out of the hut.

Somehow, I can't still help the feeling that something is off. Sira is always very chatty and happy. She seemed to be looking at me funny earlier. However, I know it's not about the bible. She doesn't even know what it is. Surely, if she knew what it was, she would have said something.

Maybe the fact that everyone woke up late is what is making her uncomfortable. Sira has three major worries from what I have discovered: house chores, being the wife of Alhadji Moussa and food.

In anycase, I have to be more careful. What if it was Alhadji that walked in here earlier? That would have been a disaster.

Lord, please, I am already going through a lot. Please help me here. Please lord

21/05/2026

FALANATA
Episode 38

Getrude Enanga inspired by the Holy Spirit.

My body aches badly. I wonder how I was able to sleep last night. I feel drained, empty and bitter. It's a new day already, but I don't feel like leaving my hut. Strangely, Sira hasn't showed up here today to announce that we are supposed to be doing one chore or the other.

When Alhadji was in this hut last night, it seems my brain experienced a freeze, otherwise, why didn't I think of what he said about my father owing him a ridiculous sum of money?

Alhadji mentioned that papa is owing him one hundred million. That cannot be true! Who is he kidding? I'm I a child? My father doesn't even look like he has 1million so how come he is owing someone a whole 100million?

Is Alhadji drunk? Then he said Ahmed was the one who suggested that I be sold off to pay papa's debt. This whole thing makes no sense at all.

I know Ahmed is capable of doing something like that, but the debt owed doesn't make sense. I hope to see maami soon and ask some questions.

Even if my father is owing anybody. Why should I be the one to suffer for it? My own father used me to settle scores with his creditor as if I am just one of his properties. Lord, why was I born, if I was going to suffer this much? Is this how much my family hates
me?

Right now, I feel nothing but anger and resentment for Alhadji. He is a manipulator and an opportunist. His reason for marrying me is very unbelievable and wicked. His heart is cold and as black as charcoal. He doesn't have a conscience.

My throat suddenly felt dry as hot tears welled up in my eyes. I didn't struggle to hold it back. I let it flow freely.

I heard a soft whisper. I can't tell if I heard a voice clearly, or if it was just a knowing. But suddenly, I began thinking of a scripture: mathew 11:28.

I didn't feel like getting the bible that I had carefully hidden in one of the sacks in the the hut. I am angry and feel used, empty and dirty.

The prompting to get my bible and read the scripture I had received increased. I sighed bitterly before reluctantly dragging myself from the bed.

I took the bible and returned to my bed and laid down on my back while trying to look for the scripture at the same time.

As soon as I opened my bible to that portion of scripture, I knew that God was trying to communicate something to me.

“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest."

What does God mean when he speaks of rest? How can I rest when a predator has caught me in his trap? Lord what do you mean by 'rest? ' I became angrier at that word.

Just then, someone pushed the door and walked in without knocking. It was Sira. For the first time, I regretted not getting up to close my door as Alhadji had advised. I didn't get the chance to put the bible away. She walked in and saw me holding the bible.

I quickly put the bible away even though I knew she had already seen it. She can't read and write. Hopefully, she won't know what she had seen is a bible.

Lord, is this the rest you promised? I keep getting into trouble! Lord help me!

20/05/2026

FALANATA
Episode 37

Getrude Enanga inspired by the Holy Spirit.

"I know you're worried because you have never been with a man. All the four women I married were virgins when I met them. I know just how to make your very first experience less painful and more enjoyable. All I need is for you to just surrender your body to me" Alhadji said almost in a whisper in what I perceived to be his own definition of a compassionate tone, which shocked me to my bones.

First if all, is he expecting me to be happy that he is an expert at disvirgining women? This man either lacks common sense or shame.

I read in my bible that one day, the world will come to an end. But unlike it is believed in Islam, Jesus whom I have come to know is God himself will come for his people.

He will take them to heaven to be with him forever. Lord, let the world end right now. This is not what I planned for my life.

He took hold of my hands and pulled me to the bed with him, hugging me from the back tenderly. I don't know what is happening. I am afraid of putting up any form of resistance. I guess I am just afraid of the consequences of rejecting him.

He began touching my body in a sensitive way compassionately. As I laid down beside him with a racing heart and a stiff body, a million thoughts came to mind.

I have been reading my bible in hiding. Unlike in my father's house, I am able to read without the prying eyes of everyone, especially since I have a whole house to myself.

Lord Jesus. Is this the part where I get to lose my virginity to a man I don't love? I am going to be sincere, Alhadji is a very handsome and clean man. He looks different from most of the cattle rearing men I have come across including papa.

He carries himself like a king and has an aura that naturally attracts people to him. My only problem however is that I don't want to be married and worse, to a man who already has four wives and fifteen children.

He has a very likeable personality and if the circumstances were different, I am sure falling in love with him would have been extremely easy. I am to this man like a 'cup of water that has been added to a sea'
Lord please help me.... "

My thoughts were interrupted when he used one hand to cup my left breast tenderly.
My eyes widened in a combination of different sentiments, I shut my eyes tightly as if that was going to act as some form of anaesthesia to the calamity that is about to befall me.

"Relax Falanata, I won't hurt you" He whispered passionately into my ears, and a tingling sensation I could barely recognize seized my body in an uncontrollable manner.

My brain ordered me to disentangle myself from his embrace, but my body remained glued to the bed, as if being remote controlled.

He drew closer, holding me tighter, as if he could read my thoughts, while whispering some words into my ears. "You're mine Falanata, you're beautiful, I am mesmerized by your beauty, please let me have you... "

Initially, I had not allowed his flattering tongue to get to me. But the way he said those words this time around seemed to have penetrated deep down into my soul. I found out I was helpless in Alhadji's arms.

my heart was about to explode. I wanted to sob, but couldn't find the tears. I don't want to believe my body is responding positively to Alhadji's charm. What in the name of the Lord is wrong with me?

Have you ever found yourself in my position before? Where you know something is very wrong but you're unable to stop it?

This man is seducing me, and the strong Falanata is falling for it like a pack of cards. My body has betrayed me today. I am unable to fight back. I feel too weak to fight.

The mind battle continued in no small way until the moment when I believe my h***n was disrupted. I have never experienced pain this horrendous. What began as a tingling sensual sensation, ended up as a bitter experience I would rather not continue to talk about.

"You're now a woman, my woman.. My wife. Falanata, I don't communicate this much. My heart is pleased with you. I want you to know that you're welcome into my life, I'll take very good care of you." Alhadji spoke up while Using his fingers to wipe off the tears that pain had forced out of my eyes.

It is not as if I have another choice. I am here already. I never expected Alhadji to be gentle with me. I had hoped the time never came when I had to lose my virginity to my supposed husband with four wives, but it just happened.

He looked away from me momentarily and fixed his gaze on the wrapper on the bamboo bed. It was obviously stained with blood. He dressed up briskly and spoke up:
"I'll ask Aisha to get you hot water to clean up. I'll check on you later." He said tenderly before rising up to his feet to leave the hut.

My entire body felt like I had been crushed with a pestle. I am in pains. If s*x is this painful, why do people say it's sweet? Is it that some people just like to lie or what? I can barely move my legs. Why do women keep having so many children if this thing is so painful?

To be honest, I felt ashamed. I thought my hatred for the Alhadji is very strong. How was I able to indulge him through out the process? Why did my body respond to him like that? Why didn't I stop him? I want to cry, but only tears of the physical pain kept flowing.

He walked in again. This time around, he came in with some hot water and a towel. "Here, use this to clean yourself. It helps with the pain."

I looked up at him. Didn't he say he was going to ask Naana to bring water for me? How come he brought it himself? I didn't bother saying anything. I just watched him silently with a gentle nod of the head. He took one last long look at me, then walked out while asking me to come and lock the door.

Do I even have the strength to get up from here? My life has finally changed for ever. I am no longer the same person I used to be.

20/05/2026

FALANATA
Episode 36

Getrude Enanga inspired by the Holy Spirit.

He walked in wearing a cream white gandura with simple embroidery around the neck and chest area.

He looked around, as if trying to acess the cleanliness and beauty of his environment.

I watched him from my new position silently. The moment he walked in, I moved my legs up the bamboo bed, leaned my back against the wall and hugged my knees tightly in quiet communication of my true intention.

He walked close to the bed, but made no attempt to sit down. He stood watching my face with a funny expression I couldn't read.

"How have you been?, I hope you have settled in." He finally spoke up. I looked up at him and met his eyes, but immediately looked away. I don't want to talk to him.

I can never accept what is happening to me right now. I don't like this at all. Why did he marry a fifth wife if he already has four?

"Alhadji, why did you marry me? You already have four wives. Why did you have to add me to the list of your women? Why I'm I here? I don't want to be your wife. I don't want to be anybody's wife. You said you're educated. How is it possible that with all your education, you still settled for five women? " I exploded before I could even stop myself

The atmosphere in the room shifted. I could literally see that his mood changed when I asked that question. I began to shake all over like someone with a high fever as the tension between us grew.

He walked closer to me. Bent down, so that his face would be in alignment with mine. He used his hand to lift up my head to meet his penetrating gaze before saying: " You, my dear wife, don't get to ask me such questions. I am Alhadji Moussa. I will do whatever I want and nobody has the right to question me. I forgive you for today, I believe you did not know what you were doing. But next time, you won't be so lucky. " He said coldly before letting go of his grip on my lower chin.

By this time, I won't lie, I was very much afraid. Falanata is very bold, but this man I married is not as calm as he looks. What an irony!

"So, Falanata, tell me about yourself" He ordered nonchalantly as he settled down on my bamboo bed. What is he trying to do? Pretend nothing happened?

For the first time since he entered, I realised I had taken the wrong posture. I shouldn't have remained on this bed. I should have been standing by the wall like I was the last time. At least, that time, he got the message.

The space I had left in front of me must have given him funny ideas, otherwise, why on earth is this man lying on my bed?

I tried to speak, but I was shaking so badly. I opened my mouth, but closed it again and before I could stop myself, hot tears began running down my cheek.

"Alhadji, I am sorry. It wasn't my intention to be rude to you, but I was just curious. Maami and papa did not tell me anything. I was just sold off like a slave... " I tried to appeal to his conscience.

For the first time since I got to Alhaji's house, I wept bitterly. While the whole situation made me very sad, I was hoping that my tears will perform the magic I need right now so that he won't touch me, in case that's his intention.

The room fell dead silent. I cried for a few minutes, while Alhadji continued to lie down, face-up watching the roof quietly.

I couldn't read his mood or emotions at the time. After what seemed like several minutes, I stopped weeping, though tears still flowed down my cheeks.

What kind of a person is this? Didn't he see me weeping? Why is he still lying down here. He should be leaving instead.
Hah Falanata! You just hit your head against a rock! This man has no emotions whatsoever.

"Your father is owing me the sum of 100 million Francs. He was unable to pay his debt and had to be punished for it, when one of his sons suggested that I take their only sister as a wife.

That to me was a very dumb suggestion, and I was very upset about it. However, he began to advertise his sister to me. "My sister, Falanata is very beautiful and intelligent. She can speak over four languages and is very hardworking as well."

I didn't need another wife, I already reached the limit. But there's a thing about what he said that made me very curious. A woman who can speak more than two languages in this part of the world is a deal breaker. Such a woman could be very useful to me.

I decided to take the offer. I told them however that if I am not satisfied, I will come back for my money.

When I met you, your beauty struck me no doubt, but the way you sound in English, makes me realise I didn't make a mistake at all. Actually, Ahmed was right. You are an intelligent one. I am Alhadji Moussa, I don't bend for anybody, but I just met a woman who's not afraid to ask questions even if there will be consequences. You're very bold, it's not something I would accept from just anybody, but from you, I kind of like it."

He said smirking like an idiot. I was so irritated.. I wish I had maintained my initial silence.
He turned his face to look at me. He raised his right hand to my face and wiped some of my tears, to my uttermost shock and embarrassment. I don't like the way this is going.

"The last time a woman questioned me, it didn't end well. She was insultive and rude. Surely, Aisha must have cautioned you about it. I don't tolerate disrespect, but you just seem different. I love how you were quick to apologize, but still able to communicate your fears. You're smart. I like you very much already. You are a breath of fresh air!"

I am lost! What is he talking about? What is Naana supposed to tell me that I know nothing about? He likes me? I wish he wouldn't. Lord please, this didn't turn out as planned.

He turned to his side and faced me quietly. Watching my face as if he was about to say something, but said nothing for a few minutes. I became very uncomfortable. I don't like the way he is looking at me.

"Come and lie down with me" He finally dropped the bombshell. So after all the drama I have put up tonight, this man couldn't pity me?

12/05/2026

FALANATA
Episode 35

Getrude Enanga inspired by the Holy Spirit.

"Falanata, ko wonuudaa e suudu ma a goomdii hoɗi?"( Falanata why are you always alone in your house?) Sira asked the moment I opened the door for her to come in.

Yesterday, when Naana asked me to join Kadi in the kitchen to cook for some guests, I actually thought I'll just be assisting in the cooking.

It turned out 'Princess Kadi' didn't plan to help me out at all. She kept barking orders as if I am a daughter to her. I really don't get it.

Why is she so pained? If my marriage to Alhadji is the problem, then it's really funny.

Didn't she meet three other women in this house when she came in? Why is she acting like the first wife who just found out her husband is about to marry another woman?

Yesterday, I cooked the fufu, fulere and okro that everyone ate all by myself. I was already preparing the meat for 'suya' when Sira came in, saw the whole situation and decided to help me out, though she didn't do so without complaining bitterly about Kadi's attitude.

Apparently, Sira and Kadi are not the best of friends for obvious reasons. I can visibly see that they can't stand each other. Ironically, the other two older women seem to be in good terms with each other.

In anycase, day two wasn't good for me at all. My back aches from all the hard work from yesterday. I used to work in my father's compound. I am not lazy, but at least, it was a family of five. Alhadji's compound is a small village.

Alhadji has many children; Naana has six, Binta has four, Sira has three, and kadi has two. As if being a very large family is not enough, there were so many visitors yesterday.

As soon as the coast was clear, Which only happened later in the evening, I left for my hut and remained locked in till today.
Unlike yesterday, I rose up early from bed, did all my chores and retired to my hut as soon as I could. I am forced to eat with my co-wives from thesame plate, though I am not comfortable eating with people I am aware do not like me at all.

I always ate with maami from the same plate, but this is nothing like that. My co- wives obviously do not really like each other, yet they eat from the same plate. This is the height of hypocrisy!

I watched Kadi eat with more appetite than she should actually be showcasing if she had any iota of shame.

My heart burned with resentment, especially because she didn't helped out much with the cooking yesterday.

I managed to swallow a few small scoops even though sincerely, I had lost my appetite. I really want to avoid these women, but how do I do it? I am stuck here. Lord please, I can't end up here. This place is a prison. I am already feeling like I am loosing my mind.

Sira tries to act nice, though in all honesty, she appears to be the most primitive of the four women.

I used to think Halima is a village champion, I lack the right words to describe Sira. She laughs like a real villager; loudly, and without restraint. Something I learned earlier in life is not lady-like.

"Miɗo haaje fooftaade, Sira" ( I just need to rest Sira.) I replied flatly and then she dropped a bombshell.

"Fahin joni? To Alhadji fuɗɗi memugo ma, moy wonata?" (Already? Then what will happen when Alhadji starts touching you?

Alhadji no doole. No doole masin. A waawaa tampude."( Alhadji has strength. He's very strong. You can't be tired oh. )

Goosebumps involuntarily break out all over my body, out of fear over Sira's last statement. She smiled coyly, and then went ahead to say
"Debbo mabbe fuu andi, kanko woni gorko kessudo, semmbe makko heewi, o wadi kadi semmbe nder gollal."( all his wives know that he is very strong and good in bed.)

Right now, I just want to throw up. I am seriously nauseated! I feel like throwing Sira out of my house. She's a very nasty girl. I am not ready for such a nasty conversation.

Besides, since the last time the Alhadji showed up here, he hasn't returned. I pray he doesn't. Last night, I had feared he could appear at my door again, but he did not come. Lord, please may he never come. I am not interested in knowing how strong he is in bed. Lord please help me.

However, I am baffled. How did Sira know he is yet to touch me? How do the women in this compound operate? Are they spies? Haa! My eyes will surely see my ears in this compound.

Sira sat glued to my bed as if she planned to sleep over. Just then, there was a knock on my door, followed by a loud masculine throaty sound. Sira and I exchanged a knowing look.

Before I had the chance to process the latest reality and plan my next move, Sira was up, at the door and telling me good night, while Alhaji walked in majestically looking calm as usual in all his glory.

09/05/2026

FALANATA
Episode 34

Getrude Enanga inspired by the Holy Spirit.

"Falanata, nder saare ndee, en piniton jam e nder waktu jeego subaka."( Falanata, in this household, we wake up by 6am.)

"Yettu, ko sahaa labbinde kompañi." ( take, it's time to clean the compound.) Sira whined while holding out a big traditional broom made from palm fronds to me.

Wait, but I just got here. I thought at least I'll be given some time to settle down here. Why must I be the one to sweep the compound just a day after I got here? I wondered.

It feels like my eyelids are sandpaper rubbing against my eyeballs. I feel exhausted especially as a result of the sleepless night. I yawned lazily while stretching out my right hand to collect the broom.

Just then, Kadi, the strange one came to announce that Naana is calling for us.

I haven't even had time to brush my teeth and wash my face. What is this! I used my fingers to clean my eyes and take out the discharges.

We all walked to one of the huts in the compound I got to know belongs to Naana. Once we were at the door, Kadi was the one who spoke up to announce that she was back from her errand.

"Naana, minen ngoni doo." ( Naana we are here).

"Waru" ( come in.) She commanded.

We all entered and found Binta and Naana already seated and waiting. There were six children in the house, sitting on a mat, the eldest, a girl, looks 13 or 14. I discerned they must be Naana's kids.

"Yaltin bandiraabe maa yaasin, puddaa reende be ngam nyalawma."( take your younger ones outside and start preparing them for the day.) She told the eldest.

"Falanata, a waali jam na?" (Falanata, did you sleep well?) She began with a half smile.

"Yoo, mi waali jam ma, useko."(Yes, I slept well ma, thank you.) I responded.

She nodded briefly before beginning what I could only classify as a marching order.

"Good morning sisters. As we all know, we have a new sister in our midst, Falanata. She's coming in as a fifth wife to the Alhadji, our husband."

She paused, took a deep breath, peered at me as if she was seeing me for the first time before saying:

" Falanata, we will be hosting some friends and well-wishers today. You have to join Kadi for the cooking when you're done sweeping the compound. "

It seems these women are on a mission to kill me. First of all, I'll have to sweep this big compound. The children I saw earlier are big enough to tidy the compound. Why does it have to be me? I wondered, but made no effort to say anything.

"Cooking and eating in this house is done as a family. We cook together, and eat together. " Naana continued patiently.

"We all have our days with our husband. Being the newest addition, you will have three days every week to spend time with the Alhadji, while the rest of us share the other four days amongst ourselves."

This arrangement will last three months, after which a new plan will be made which will be favourable for each and everyone of us.

I almost screamed at the top of my lungs when she said that. I don't want the Alhadji in my hut three times a week. What will he be coming to do?? I asked myself ridiculously.

"Ada waawi dillugo" ( you can go.) She concluded and I turned my back to leave like the others, but then she said:

"Falanata Awa a maada" ( Falanata, except you.)

I walked back to my previous position and waited for her to speak. She didn't do it, until she was sure all the other women were out of earshot.

" My husband, the great Alhadji is a very religious man. He has been to Mecca twice and doesn't play with the law.

However, he married a fifth woman, not just any woman, a stranger from another land. What is the deal? Why did he marry you? We both know that the Qu'ran forbids an Alhadji from marrying a fifth wife. My husband will never risk his reputation for anything in this world, except of course, there's a strong reason.

Yes, you're beautiful, but so are the rest of his wives. There's nothing special about you, except of course, there's something different about your case I am yet to find out.
What is your story?" She asked inquisitively, to my uttermost shock.

First of all I am truly lost. I don't even know why I am here in the first place. Now, this woman is talking to me about something I have very little knowledge about.

Yes, I know that a Muslim man is supposed to marry only four wives. If the Alhadji chose to marry five, he should be the one to explain his reasons for his choice, not me.

I underestimated this household. These woman actually look very foolish, but they are not. I think I have to do my homework very well. I need to find out why I am here. The Alhadji mentioned that I came highly recommended. I need to dig deeper and find out what is going on.

"Naana, mi anda" ( Naana, I don't know.) I responded truthfully bowing slightly.

She literally raised an eyebrow in obvious disbelief before questioning again

"hocfum wacfi alhadji lelaaki to suudu maa hanki jemma?" ( why didn't Alhadji sleep in your hut last night?)

This last question is more shocking than the first. How did she know that he didn't sleep in my hut? Does she go asking the other wives if the Alhadji slept in their huts? What is this?

I figited with my fingers and gave no response, partly out of embarrassment and partly because I had no genuine answer to give.
She eyed me suspiciously before saying:

"Pudɗo kuugal. To a haajii huunde, lamɗin Sira walla Kadi."(if you need anything, ask either Sira or Kadi.)

"A wawi yahaade." ( you are free to go now.)

I walked out briskly as if there was fire in Naana's hut. I was wrong to think that Kadi would be a big problem to me. I think Naana is the bigger problem. She seems to have her eyes and ears everywhere in this compound.

I underestimated the disadvantages of a polygamous marriage. I need to be very careful in this environment.

I felt like a fish out of water. The warm hospitable woman I met yesterday, is nothing short of an undercover detective. I have to be very careful in this household.

09/05/2026

FALANATA
Episode 33

Getrude Enanga inspired by the Holy Spirit.

I kept tossing and turning all night and discovered I couldn't sleep. I rose up to my feet and began to pray the way I know how.

"Creator of heaven and earth. I know that you see and know all things. Father why does it seem like you're very far away from my situation? I actually thought that you will stop my marraige to the Alhadji, but that did not happen. Here am I, a fifth wife to a man old enough to be my father.
Lord I have dreams for my life. I don't want to end up in this village like all these other women I see, with so many children and no future.

Lord I have big dreams. I want to go to school and become a journalist. I want to travel the world and discover new places and people. I hate my life as it is right now.

I saw in your word how you brought Joseph out of prison and made him a Governor. Please don't let me remain a village champion and baby-making factory in Metchikar. That's not what I want.

I felt a lump in my throat as I prayed. For the first time in days, I let the tears I have been holding back flow freely.

I must have remained in that position for a long time because at one point, the c**k crowed. Experience has taught me that the first c**k crow usually happens at 3am.

I have no plans of stopping now. I'll pray till day break if need be. God must answer me today.

"Grace, follow me" A man with white and shinny clothes said to me with a smile.

I followed him without any hesitation. The environment looked very different, not like Metchikar, not like Banso, where is this place?

As I wracked my brain for clarity, we got to a beautiful house. The door was locked, but the shinny man touched the door k**b and the door was flung open. We both walked into the house.

The decor was nothing short of breathtaking. I was in awe. The smooth and shinny floral tiles, the flowers and their vases, the art works hanging on the wall, the sofas and the big television made the house look so luxurious

As I basked in the breathtaking sight, I heard someone sobbing uncontrollably. The sound is coming from one of the rooms close by.

"E'mal elly 'aleik wa hasab, wa khalleek hurr." ( Do what is required of you only and be free) An elderly woman sobbed as she said in what I perceive to be arabic to a younger lady.

The young lady looked very frail. She laid on the floor barely breathing. She looked like a co**se. It was a scary sight.

At that moment, the man in shinny clothes I have come to believe is an angel of God said to me: Grace look,

"This is Amira, an Egyptian. She is 17 years old and a believer in Christ Jesus. She was caught reading the bible. When questioned about it, she boldly declared that she is a believer in Jesus. Her father is an imam. He would rather die than have his only child abandon Islam.

Amira has been locked up in this room for the past three weeks, without food or water. Her parents have promised to disown her if she doesn't change her mind but She's held on to Jesus. Do you think Jesus doesn't see her?

Wait why? Why must she die just to prove she loves Jesus? I questioned in my heart, but got a reply from the angel.

"For some, that's how they bring glory to God. For others, it is just a phase and it will pass away. Look.. " He said while pointing to the wall.

I looked towards the direction of his finger and saw a ladder appear and four huge angels climb up it.

I hadn't noticed that those angels were there till that moment. They walked up the ladder and in no time, they climbed down carrying supplies. One carried a first aid box.

He walked up to Amira and began to tend to some deep wounds in her heart.

The second angel carried food and water. He gave her food to eat and as I watched, she ate slowly till she was satisfied and drank some water and was revived.

The third angel carried a new set of clothing. It was white, shinny and beautiful. He wore it on her himself and that was when I noticed the raggy clothes Amira had been wearing earlier.

The last angel carried an amour: A helmet, breastplate, shoe, belt, shield and a sword. He put in on her, and gave her the sword.

At this point, she looked different. Like a warrior or soldier, ready for battle.

Just when I thought it was all over, another being of light walked in. My spirit discerned it was an angel, but he didn't look like the others. He was burning like a wildfire. His presence, screamed 'Holiness'.

He walked up to Amira and touched her lips with a very hot red coal.
Just then, the young girl opened her mouth and began groaning in a tongue I have never heard of before.

When all of this happened, the frail body on the floor received strength. The one who had looked like a co**se suddenly sat up, looking energized, to the amazement of her mother who stepped away from her, tongue tied and shocked.

I took in every detail of what was happening trying to make sense of it all, then the angel who had brought me here said:

"1 Corinthians 10:13
No temptation has overtaken you except what is common to mankind. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can endure it."

"Falanata, a da waali haa jooni na?"( Falanata are you still sleeping?)

I woke up with a start to Sira's high-pitched voice calling from my door.

I picked myself up from the bed and walked slowly and lazily towards the door. I only remember that I was praying. I don't know when sleep came knocking.

When I opened the door, what I saw got me shocked!

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