I cried and cried, but there was no one to console me both my father and mother had left me all alone with my cruel stepmother and stepbrother, my world immediately became dark.
But before my father's death he promised me that he will come back to fulfill his promise to me.
My stepmother married me off at an early age of fifteen to a man old enough to be my grandfather, I had no choice to accept my fate, I couldn't object to it.
After a few months in my husband's home, I gave birth to a baby boy, I was so happy for the arrival of my new baby, I loved him more than I loved myself because he was all I have, but my happiness turned into sorrow when it was discovered that my only son is an Ogbanje, my son turned out to be my dead father, he came back again to fulfill he's promise to me, he had grown up to the same age I was when he died, and throughout those ten years he spent in his second life he always protects me, he fights for me, he never allowed anyone to maltreat me, he was always there for me. The villagers soon found out that he's an Ogbanje, that was when they decided that he will be buried alive, that he's evil.
I couldn't stop crying that night when they were planning to take my son away from me, but he came to me and said.
Omali my daughter do not cry for me, I know that a day like this will come.
I had to come back to you not to hurt you my child but to fulfill my promises to you, to make up for what I couldn't do in my past life, and now that I have fulfilled it, you have to allow me go back to the world I belong.
I watched as they dragged my son out, in my own eyes they kept on pouring sands on him until he was gone.