Do you believe in ghosts?

Because we are Africans, we have a lot of beliefs, culture and tradition that set us apart from people from the rest of the world.
Some say these traditions are our bane and the reason why we are completely setback.
Some of these traditions may work while most may not be necessarily valid.

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Thankfully, we now live in a world where we can question age long traditions and unusual norms.

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There have been so many conflicting opinions about life after death. I have read many views about ghosts and people’s spirit coming back to check or stay around their loved ones. Honestly, many people believe in this.

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We grew up hearing tales of people who died and went to live in another world because their time was not up yet.

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While conveying my dad’s body home to be deposited in the mortuary, some funny things happened.

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Initially I wasn’t in the ambulance. I was in the second bus at the back. The ambulance had just the driver and a policeman(who later became my police friend).

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The second bus contained yours truly, a senior health assistant, a driver and an extra driver. I laid at the back and closed my eyes. I mentally shut down my senses after the episode at the National Hospital which I wrote about earlier.

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Suddenly, the bus stopped. I was unperturbed. I thought they wanted to buy things. We had stopped earlier at a fuel station where everyone got down to stretch their limbs.

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When I managed to open my eyes(which must have been red), I saw them coming from the bush with palm fronds. Two people were sprinkling water on the bus.
I got down.

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And I heard one of them say ‘Oga, please, let this bus move. We are conveying you home to be buried. We cannot abandon you by the roadside.

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We are your juniors. We all served you and were loyal to you. We have nothing against you. Please, don’t let us be stranded on the road.’

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I was really embarrassed, confused, shocked.

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“What happened?” I asked

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“The ambulance is not moving again”

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“So what has that gotten to do with my dad?”

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“He’s the one causing it. He probably doesn’t want to go home”.

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In my grief, I laughed. In disbelief….disgust….then bewilderment

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“Really?”

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So he continued, with his hand raised as if in prayer. After begging the corpse for a while, the driver of the ambulance was told to try the engine again.

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Still no luck. I smiled.

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Then ‘Police’ beckoned on me.

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“Please, can you sit in front of the ambulance?”

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“Why?” I asked

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“If you are there, the bus will move. He will respect you because you are his daughter”.

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I was gobsmacked. I was hearing this kind of thing for the first time in three decades. So I went to get my bag from the other bus and moved into the ambulance. Not into the ambulance. At the front. In between the driver and police.

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And when Mr Danladi put the key and revved the engine, the ambulance roared back to life.

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“You see, I told you”, Police said with a wide smile

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I just nodded, wondering what was really going on.

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Police now had the bragging rights to engage me in a long discussion on ” ghosts, familiar spirits and life after death’. I kept on nodding. By now the ambulance had even gone far ahead of the second bus and lost track of it.

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But we had a smooth ride for only about twenty five minutes before the ambulance stopped again. Then, I smiled. And it was my turn to give police ‘the look’. The look of ‘you pipu are jokers’.

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So, we were close to a mechanic joint. It was discovered that it was a plug that caused the fault.

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After some calls, it was decided that we should transfer the corpse to another ambulance in Akure, another division of the court.

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We managed to get to the Akure Office, got the said ambulance and finally had a very smooth ride to Ibadan.

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So, when I asked “police” later why he would make such a false allegation. He still maintained to me that “it was my dad that stopped the bus or in his words ” the ghost tampered with the ambulance so that the bus would not move”.

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“But why didn’t he damage the plug or smash the windscreen of the new ambulance?

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” You cannot fully understand these things” was his lame excuse.

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So we finally arrived safely.

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Its not that I don’t believe in life after death. But I have always maintained that “doesn’t the bible say, after death is judgement?

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Then, why do spirits still move around? Its possible sha but not that my old man was stopping the ambulance. I can’t believe that.
I got to my Uncle’s house to stay the night.

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I was in a room downstairs, all alone. At that time, I didn’t know the young lady living with them was also in the opposite room. I thought I was alone downstairs. Downstairs alone-in a very big house, a duplex. My Uncle’s bedroom was upstairs.

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So around past midnight, I woke up to the sound of dogs. It was as if they were barking just outside my window. They barked so ferociously. At a point, they began to cry. There was no light. The lamp was dim. I couldn’t open my eyes.

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I did the only thing I could think of : pray.
I prayed hard. These dogs cried for about two hours. They were quiet for a while but resumed around 4am. I hardly slept.
The next morning. I was more than eager to go.

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When I got back to base, I ended up staying the night at the neighbours’ on subsequent nights. The neighbour who locked up her house throughout the day on her child’s naming ceremony.

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Not because I was afraid but because people gave me reasons to duck for cover. People gave me cause to fear.

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They made me believe my dad would always be around me because of the closeness we shared.

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They said if they were me they would not sleep alone in the house for days. Note that they usually made these comments at night when NEPA had taken light.

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I nearly went crazy. I remained in a state of hysteria for days because of what people were saying into my ears.

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Each night at my neighbours’ they regaled me with tales of ghosts and burials.
I had to wash my mind with positive thoughts before I became free. The pain and torment of being an orphan was already there. But to join it with being pursued by ghosts was so mean.

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Sleeping at night became a torment. Each time darkness loomed, I packed my things and ran out.

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Until the day my neighbour said her husband was visiting. I died and came back.
I had no choice than to go back with false courage.

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Maybe I took some drugs…or not. But I don’t know how I slept till morning. I just found out I woke up. With the light on. And a big lamp by my bedside, with a big torch on my bed.

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I have never slept with the light on since I was 10 or so. But sleeping with the light on became an habitual ritual.

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I never felt like this when mum passed. Maybe because I didn’t see her closely or that she was in Lagos. But this death happened under my watch. It is still very traumatic. Each time I think about it, I lose my senses momentarily.

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So, what’s your own ghost story? Do you believe in ghosts?

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Comments

August 2, 2017 at 5:46 pm

Ha. Do I believe in ghosts, not per se. I do believe that we can’t totally explain the supernatural and that demons can manipulate or take on the form of dead people.
The Plane Crash with the corpse going to Ondo state which also claimed lives really gave me food for thought.

My grandmother has tales to tell of her dad appearing to her live and greeting her before people came to visit and told her he was dead.
The Bible says the dead has nothing to do with the living and if I had been a born again Christian when my bestie died in Uni, I wouldn’t have allowed myself be spooked by people saying our spirits had to be separated, and one man who my grandma took me to see who said my friend still come to visit me in my room the other night. Lol.
That night, after orishirishi stuff to separate our spirit, the dogs barked and barked. It was like someone was outside the gate. It continued for so long and suddenly it stopped. It was so eerie and spooky.
If it was now, it is to sprinkle the blood of Jesus oh. And confess the Word of God. Shikena. Even if there’s any spirit to be separated na to use the powerful blood of Jesus Christ.



    August 2, 2017 at 7:08 pm

    Of course o. I know about familiar spirits. And I know the dead has nothing to do with the living. Like you rightly pointed out we can’t fully un derstand the world of the supernatural. Some of those may be true or not.
    Thanks for sharing your experience especially the dog part.



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