Cursed By An Oracle
Episode 1
Written By Jerry Smith.
My name is Rose. I come from a family of five—my parents, my elder sister, my second sister, and me. My parents had always dreamed of seeing their children settle down, start families, and live happy lives. But there was a problem. None of us were married.
My eldest sister, Angela, had just turned forty, yet she had never been in a serious relationship. My second sister, Esther, was thirty-six and always complained that men just weren’t interested in her. As for me, I was thirty-two, and despite my best efforts, I had never even had a relationship that lasted more than a few months. It was as if something invisible kept men from wanting to be with us.
“Why Are We Like This?”
One evening, as we sat in the living room, my mother sighed deeply.
“God, what kind of problem is this? How can three grown adults not have spouses?” she lamented, shaking her head.
“Mummy, it’s not our fault,” Angela replied. “We try. But something always happens.”
“Yes,” Esther added. “Either the men disappear, or they suddenly start hating me for no reason.”
I nodded. “Every time I meet a guy and we start getting close, something happens. They change overnight. It’s like a force is pushing them away.”
Our father, who had been listening silently, finally spoke. “This is not normal,” he said. “We need divine intervention.”
Desperate, we turned to prayer. We visited churches known for breaking curses and delivering people from spiritual bondage.
One day, we visited a well-known prophet. As soon as we entered, he looked at us and frowned.
“You three have been tied,” he said.
“Tied?” my mother echoed, fear in her voice.
“Yes,” the prophet continued. “Your marital destinies have been locked by an ancient force.”
I shivered. “But why? Who would do this to us?”
“That is what we must find out,” he said.
We fasted and prayed, but the problem persisted. As the years passed, our hope began to fade.
One evening, after another frustrating day of prayer, I decided to take a walk. The cool evening breeze brushed against my skin as I strolled through a quiet street.
As I walked, I noticed something strange. A few young men were standing by the roadside, chatting. One of them looked at me, smiled, then suddenly his face changed. His smile faded, and his expression hardened. He turned away and walked off hurriedly.
I frowned. That was odd.
A few minutes later, another man passed by. He looked at me with interest, but just like before, his face suddenly darkened, and he hurried away.
A cold shiver ran down my spine. What is happening?
I was about to turn back home when a man approached me. He was young, perhaps in his early thirties, dressed in a simple white shirt and black trousers. Something about him felt… different.
“Excuse me, young lady,” he said. His voice was calm but firm.
“Yes?” I replied cautiously.
He studied me for a moment, then his eyes widened in shock.
“Who is that old, scary-looking woman following you?”
My heart nearly stopped. What did he just say?
“What?” I gasped.
He pointed behind me. “There… she’s carrying a calabash. She looks angry. She’s been following you everywhere you go”
I spun around, but there was no one there. The street was empty.
I turned back to the man, my heart pounding. “I… I don’t see anyone.”
His expression grew serious. “You need help.”
And at that moment, I knew—whatever had been troubling my family wasn’t just bad luck. It was something far worse.
To Be Continued In My Page
Jerry Smith
