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There’s this popular junction in my street that sacrifices are being dropped weekly. This happens every friday.
The sacrifice could be food, cash, hot drinks or livestock.
So this afternoon, I was on my way back from work when I spotted another sacrifice at the junction. It was fanta, two eggs and five hundred naira note in a calabash.
I was very hungry so I took the items home, leaving the empty calabash behind.
In other to play safe, I had to gift one of the eggs to my friend Chidi. I wanted Chidi to eat it first so as to know if there would be any aftereffect.
I never told Chidi where I got the egg.
So after about an hour later, I had to call Chidi on phone to know if he had truly eaten the egg and he confirmed it. He even told me the egg was very delicious.
“So how do you feel now?” I asked him
“How do you mean?” He replied me
“Like is there any reaction on you? any strange feeling?” I quizzed further
“Not at all” He snapped “Any problem?”
“Not really” I lied “I thought the egg was bad”
Immediately the call dropped, I proceeded to the kitchen. I fried my own egg and used the five hundred naira to buy bread.
The egg and bread combo was indeed very delicious. I even had to step it down with the fanta.
I was still enjoying myself when I heard someone banging incessantly at my door, and before I could go get the door, it swung open and a little boy rushed in. He was Chidi’s kid brother.
“Uncle! Uncle! come o something don happen to brother Chidi” He said tearfully, panting.
“Wetin? wetin happen to Chidi?” I stuttered and got up at once.
“Brother Chidi don turn to fowl” He announced bitterly “And him don even lay two eggs”
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