Some people have a strong head; that is the only thing I can say about Musibau my apprentice.
It is Musibau’s strong head that delivered him from my hands and landed me in police wahala. His mother may be dead but she is doing night vigil in heaven.
How did I get here?
I am a herbalist. I do all kinds of medicines for people who need help, either to find husband, make money on their trade, help them bring back their wakawaka husband, you know that kind of thing.
I do juju for people to protect them when they travel or when they go for operation. The truth is that, this juju can help and sometimes it cannot but how do you tell desperate people that my juju will not work? I need the money they bring, I need the sacrifices they bring, I too have needs and it is this need that got me into trouble o.
I needed money desperately to settle some debts and take care of myself and my wives. Women are the reason we have problems in this world. They want this and that. A man will nearly kill himself to satisfy them, upon everything, they will not be happy.
Ok, let me go back to the story, so I consulted with Alfa Tira. I told him I needed money, not change, serious money; my first wife needs a new shop for her hair dressing business; the younger one also wants to start small trade of going to Cotonou and buying materials for sale.
So I approached Alfa, though he is an Islamic person, I know he has plenty of people who consult him for help with all kinds of things and I think he has more luck because I suspect he uses more than his AlQuriani to get these results. Power pass power, his own power is more than my own and when you see bigger power you must dobale.
Alfa Tira said I should bring two human hands and a human heart for him to prepare the medicine for me to get money. He promised me N11 million! I have never done medicine to get that kind of money before in my life. The most I have made is N3 million and not even from one source.
Musibau is my apprentice, the boy is very dull. His father sent him to learn different types of agbo and how to make medicine from me. But the boy is dull. He is 17 years old and had been with me for almost two years and still hasn’t learned any real thing.
But to tell the truth, Musibau was not my first choice, after all, I know his father very well. How would I even explain his disappearance? But this is what happened. We got a boy of about 11 years that was sent on an errand. We tricked the boy by asking him to show us the way to the nearest bus stop, telling him that we missed our way. The idea was to capture his attention, once he looked at me, I will strike him with a ring and he would fall under my medicine and follow us like a dummy, then we will finish the job at a quiet place.
But somehow, the boy didn’t fall, he just looked at me and before I could even touch him with my ring, he ran away. We followed him immediately but he was shouting and so we stopped. I didn’t want police wahala, so I told the others, ‘ejo o, leave this one, let him go. His head is very strong.’
That was how we decided that instead of looking far, let us use Musibau. The boy has no usefulness to anyone; his father doesn’t even care about him and recently, he had taken to smoking gbana. In fact, he has joined bad gang. So if he disappears, I will just say, bad gang is responsible for it.
So we lured him to follow us to Abeokuta. I told him we were going there to make strong potions by the Ogun river but before we got to the river side, I and my other people had agreed we will bundle him by the bush and remove his heart and hands.
Ha, you’re asking me how that was to be done? Why are you asking how it was going to be done? Abi you want to do it ni?
Ayway. Unfortunately for us, Musibau began to shout, he was screaming as we held him and before I knew what was going on, police were everywhere. They just came from everywhere, shouting at us to leave Musibau or they will shoot us.
Shoot ke?
No, o. kia kia we left Musibau. My mind was going to many places, where did police find out about us?
How did they know we were even coming here to kill Musibau?
What kind of wahala is this?
See as the women I married pushed me to go and find money by all means?
I didn’t know someone had tipped the police about what we were going to do. I suspect it is Alfa Tira. Because I have asked myself over and over again, who told the police we were going there? Only Alfa Tira knew and now, he is telling police he is not the one who sent me to get human hands and heart. Am I the one who sent myself? Am I the one who knows how to make potions for money with human heart and hands? So who promised me N11 million to solve my problems?
Ha! My own is finished!
compiled by Peju Akande
