My uncle disrupted the call, and we all stared at one another, mouth agape.
“Lord have mercy! We’ve been staying in this house for the past 8 years and nothing like this has ever happened,” Aunt Grace said with unfluttered lashes, like she wanted my uncle to confirm her observation, which he did with a deep sigh.
“Let me call Mr. Ken.” My uncle looked through his contact list to get the contact of one of the two families that live downstairs.
“God please have mercy on us,” Aunt Grace muttered, almost incoherently, as she headed hurriedly for Fiyin’s bedroom. I was rooted beside my uncle, as the echoes of “blood of Jesus” kept coming from our next door neighbour.
“Hello Mr. Ken, may you please come upstairs? Daddy Praise said there is a ghost in the compound…”
“In the compound?” Mr Ken exclaimed with a so-you-want-me-to-pass-through-it voice that made my uncle and I chuckle.
“OK, not necessarily the compound, he said at their bedroom window,” Uncle Michael stammered.
“What is the difference?” Mr Ken replied with an angry tone borne out of fear.
There was a pause on both sides as my uncle ran out of persuasive words and Mr. Ken was weighing his chances against a ghost.
“I’m coming,” he eventually said, after a very deep sigh that sounded like his last breath.
“Who is that?” Aunt Grace returned to the kitchen, with 5-year-old Fiyin, heavily asleep in her arms.
“Mr. Ken,” my uncle replied as though in a deep thought.
“What did he say?”
“I don’t think that man is coming, and the Adeyinkas are not around. I guess I will have to go alone…”
“Go where?” Aunt Grace went close to the door, with a countenance screaming that my uncle would have to pass through her.
“Grace, it’s not right that these people have been shouting for more than an hour and no one has gone to check what is really going on…”
“So you are the super hero that wants to go and chase the ghost away? I’m not saying you shouldn’t go, but it can’t be just you abeg!”
We heard a knock on our kitchen door, just as my uncle was about raising another defensive point. It was Mr. Ken.
“Do you want me to come with you?” Aunt Grace asked, with a very concerned look on her face.
“No dear. Stay with Fiyin and Toun.”
“I cover you with the blood of Jesus,” Aunt Grace prayed, as my uncle hurriedly left with Mr. Ken, not before he ordered my aunt to lock the door behind him, which she did reluctantly, as my uncle wouldn’t leave until she did.
We heard the two men knock rapidly on Daddy Praise’s door, where the call for Jesus’ presence was still going on intently.