02/06/2026
PART 1:Two dead men are f!ghting to reincarnate through me.
Two dead men are fighting to reincarnate through me.
I was born with bow legs that are very very curved and every year on my birthday month, a giant boil grows on my lips for exactly two months with heavy fever, and e dey make me fear my birthday months.
According to my grandma, the trouble started the very day I was born.
when my mother gave birth to me, everybody became afraid immediately because my two legs were badly bent like an old man’s walking stick. The nurses were shocked. Some people even said I looked cursed.
But my father refused to believe it.
He carried me in his arms and said, “My son is normal and God will heal you.
But few weeks later, another strange thing happened.
One morning, my mother noticed a small boil growing on my upper lip.
At first, they thought it was ordinary sickness.
But within days, the boil became so big and painful that I stopped sucking breast milk. My whole body became hot like fire. I cried day and night until my mother nearly lost her mind.
They rushed me from one hospital to another.
Giving me Injection after injection
With other medications
Sometimes I would get better for few months…
Then suddenly, the sickness would return again.
Especially during my birthday month.
And Because of the painful boils on my lips, I couldn’t eat properly or smile.
When I turn 5 years, At some point Children in the neighborhood started running away from me like I carried an evil spirit.
They called me old man pikin and they refused to play with me completely and I became lonely.
As I grew older, the sickness became worse.
At night, I would suddenly scream from sleep and start describing events that happened years back before I was born.
My mother would call my father with tears and fear in her face, but my father would say to her don't worry it's just a nightmare or maybe our son is gifted. My mother would say to him, hmm let go back sleep but this one don dey pass gift ooo.
Few months later, I woke up one night crying and telling my parents that I saw two men in my dream.
The men was dragging me and claiming I belong to them, they wore dirty faded clothes, one had bow legs and the other one was with terrible boils on his lips.
My parents became terrified.
My father held me tightly while my body shook like someone being electrocuted.
And my mother cried.
The next morning, my grandma arrived and said to my parents.
This boy is being dragged by two dead men with bow legs and boils.
How did you know about the dream, this woman you be witch? No, you no be witch nahh, my mother whispered.
Watch your mouth daughter in-law, my late husband appeared in my dream and told me everything, my grandma continued,
The two men was friends before they un-alife, one of them is my late husband Mr okwuchukwu, he had terrible bow legs, that is very bent before he un-alife, then his friend Emeka, was a sugar boy always clubing and he was not married nor gave birth to a child,
He later fell sick and un-alife with terrible boils covering his lips.
So emaka wants to come back to life but he had no offspring and he is trying to reincarnate
through chidubem my grandson but my late husband refused saying that chidubem belongs to him.
So they are f!ght!ng over him because both of them want to come back to life through chidubem.
My mother immediately shouted,
‘God forbid! Non of them will come back through my son, they should leave him alone for me.
And My father got angry and said, my son is not a reincarnation of anybody. He is a child of God!.
Then my grandmother said to my parents.
Let change chidubems name to okwuchukwu his grandfather's name, then we will visit a native doctor to do some ritual so that Emeka wey get boil for lips go leave my grandson alone.
God forbid my family and I will never visit any shrine, my mother screamed.
From that day,
My father spent almost all his money moving me from church to church and prayer houses.
But it didn't work.
Whenever my birthday month approached, everybody in the house became nervous.
Because that was when the attacks usually started.
The boils and fever would return,
Even the nightmares.
And the old men would come back again.
Sometimes they stood near my bed silently staring at me.
Other times they called my name softly inside the dream.
At some point I find it difficult to go outside because people mocked the way I walked. My fellow children laughed at me openly and avoided me because strange things kept happening around me.
There were days I would suddenly faint in the school after hearing whispers nobody else could hear.
I became isolated.
Because nobody wants to sit close to me in the classroom.
