Early this morning, while I was sweeping the compound, I noticed that the small window of a wooden shop in the compound had been forced open by thieves during the night. Fortunately for the shop owner, they couldn’t gain access because the window space was well barricaded with strong wood.
Under normal circumstances, I should have reached out to the shop owner immediately by calling her, since she doesn’t live in the compound. However, I wasn’t ready to witness the drama that would follow, so I left the scene as it was and decided to wait for her to come and see it herself.
My workspace is very close to the compound, so around 10 a.m., the shop owner walked into my shop, and I acted like I didn’t know why she came.
"You didn’t see my window?" she asked, as if I was supposed to be checking her window every morning before leaving the house.
"Oh! I saw it, and since I noticed they didn’t gain access into the shop, I decided to let you come and see it yourself," I replied with a sympathetic expression.
"I know this is not ordinary. They want to kill me and my daughter, but they will not succeed. My God is stronger than them. They think we don’t know who is doing it. We know, and it’s that man who doesn’t want to move out of the compound, but he will not succeed. All the devilish powers he is using will fail him," she said at the top of her voice, clapping her hands and making all sorts of gestures typical of women when they are quarreling with someone.
The dramatic display was exactly what I was trying to avoid, which was why I didn’t call her early in the morning when I saw the broken window. They have a way of laying accusations and bringing in negative spiritual interpretations into a mere physical occurrence. She was accusing an elderly man who also has a shop in the compound, simply because they have a rift between them. So now, the man has suddenly turned into a wizard who sends evil forces to attack her at night. Lol.
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