Njànsí

By Kenneth Igiri

In this book, Njns, the main character, is a young boy who returns to his family and the real world after inadvertently dabbling into the occult through an encounter with his supposed Spiritual Guide.

Being previously assumed dead, he now stands in the middle of a long spiritual battle for his own soul between his family and the occult. Maureen, Njns's Aunt, finally gets him out of the occult but not before he establishes his own order.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Nov 22, 2010
• ISBN: 9781452090863

Kenneth Igiri

The arts run in my family. Before I was ten, we were making our own original comic books and board games at home. I started writing when I was about twelve. My first significant piece was a twenty-something page story called The Bride-Price. Imaginative it was and at least my Dad was impressed and encouraged me. In my late teens to early twenties I wrote Njànsí, my first book. It was published almost ten years later.My books tell stories from an African/Christian point of view and they are very original. I invite the reader to think with me and draw out the lessons himself/herself. I consider my books worth reading, enjoyable and meaningful. Feedback from readers has proven me right.Writing for me is a hobby. My daytime job involves computers and a lot of data. I have worked in IT Service Management, Application Support and Database Administration. I find IT very interesting but often stressful. Writing for me is one of the media of escape, if you will, from the stress of that world.I look forward to writing many more books. Ideas are brewing in my head and they will show up on the world's shelves sooner or later.

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Dedication

To God, the Giver of every good and perfect gift

To Mom, the first woman in my life

To Nkechi Obigho, a friend indeed

CONTENTS

Back From The Dead

Contact With The Nether Realm

Children Of Darkness

Psychic Criminals

Deadly Desires

Wars In The Spirit

Eyeball To Eyeball

Facing The Truth

Sat Sesiri

The Rescue

Sovereign Intervention

Saved To The Uttermost

About The Author

Chapter One

BACK FROM THE DEAD

It was about 7.00pm that night, the twelfth of April, 1996 on Maroko Street Ikoyi, Lagos. The Kalu’s were throwing a party for their five year old child. It was her birthday. There weren’t many adults present; however it was more of a children’s party. About seven families attended – just their immediate neighbours as well as few family friends and relatives.

The venue of the party, their living room was well lit and decorated. It was quite spacious. The dining table was used as a high table of sorts; it was overlaid with a beautiful while lace on which the drinks and birthday cake were spread. The children were all over the living and dining rooms which were separated only by a wide arched doorway having a veil instead of a door.

The music was playing and the children were dancing being encouraged by a few adults. Other adults were here and there eating, drinking and chatting. Comfort Kalu, the celebrant’s mother was strutting up and down trying to make sure everything went on smoothly. Of course, it was her maids who did the serving; she just supervised them raising her voice in command once in a while. Chief Benjamin Kalu was away on a business trip in Germany; he was running an imports/exports business.

At about 7.45pm, while the party was being rounded off, Rambo, the Chief security guard walked into the living room.

Wey Madam? he asked one of the maids. The tired young lady pointed to the kitchen. Rambo walked across the living room stealing a glance at the dining table and walking past the staircase, then into the door leading directly to the kitchen, he walked in.

Madam, good evening. Madam, good evening. Good evening Sir, Rambo greeted in quick succession.

Mrs. Kalu was talking with Mr. and Mrs. Nwachukwu. Mrs. Nwachukwu was her younger sister and they were very close.

Yes. What is it?

Somebody dey look for you Ma. E say im be your son.

What? Mrs. Kalu seemed to whisper.

There was an expression of great shock on her face.

Your son Ma, Rambo emphasized

E say im name na Njànsí

But…but that’s not possible!Mrs. Kalu was confused. She looked back and forth at Maureen and Rambo. Maureen was as confused as her elder sister.

I didn’t know you had a son. Mr. Nwachukwu said, trying to understand what was going on.

Rambo, Maureen stepped in.

Yes, Madam

She is coming. Tell…err…Njànsí to wait.

Rambo left them and walked out through the open back door into the courtyard.

Njànsí died five years ago in a plane crash Maureen said solemnly. She was talking to her husband while staring into space.

Well, that means someone must be trying to play a prank.

I hope so, Maureen replied as she put her left arm around Mrs. Kalu.

There were a lot of strange things surrounding Njànsí’s birth and infancy. And that name …that name; I never liked it!

Why don’t we go and see who this impostor is. Comfort, you would recognize your son, wouldn’t you?

Mrs. Kalu was deep in thought but she added gently.

George, you don’t understand! What if is really Njànsí?

Mr. Nwachukwu burst out laughing.

George! Maureen snapped, It is not funny!

How can you be so superstitious? Her husband asked, Why did he have to wait five years before rising from the dead?

There was a brief silence.

Let’s pray, Maureen suggested. She was very intimate with God unlike her sister who was the pliable type.

All three held hands and Maureen said earnest fifteen minute prayer and waited a while before leaving the hands of her sister and husband.

Two families who wanted to leave the party were waiting to say goodbye.

What is going on? asked one of the men.

It’s alright, Mrs. Kalu replied, forcing a smile. Are you leaving?

Yes. It is getting late. Thanks for a good time.

Thank you very much. echoed the other couple.

And thank you all for coming, Mrs. Kalu saw them off to the living room closely followed by her sister and brother-in-law. The guests called their children and left.

Maureen picked up the phone and called the security post.

Rambo, she called softly.

Yes Ma

Is the man still there?

Yes Ma. Make I bring am?

No! …let him wait.

She dropped the phone. Her sister was in front of her. They looked at each other. George looked at both of them.

Mummy! Ngozi, the celebrant called pulling her mother’s clothing, I want to go to bed.

Alright; I hope you said good night to all your friends.

Hmmm Ngozi answered.

I am going with you said Junior, Maureen’s younger son.

That is your business Ngozi snapped.

Maureen smiled as she watched them go upstairs seemingly at each other’s throats.

Cat and Mouse she whispered. George glanced at her. She stopped smiling suddenly.

He sister could not afford the luxury of a smile right then.

Let’s go and see him. Maureen said. Three of them were about to go when Maureen made another suggestion.

George, why don’t you stay with the remaining guests:

Are you sure you’ll both be alright by yourselves?

Yes. The guards are there aren’t they?

Is that okay with you, Comfort? Mrs. Kalu nodded.

Both of them went out towards the gate. Maureen held on to her sister tighter and tighter. When they got to the gate both women looked through a barred opening made in the gate and saw him

He was about six feet tall, lanky. He looked hungry, unkempt and dirty; his hair was very bushy, his beard was rough, his face and limbs dark from dirt as though he had been at a refuse dump. He wore a brown, sleeveless leather jacket and a pair of shorts. He was barefooted.

Mummy, it’s me he said softly.

He came closer to the gate as if to show himself as evidence. Mrs. Kalu’s eyes widened; she screamed. She moved away quickly from the gate. Maureen tried to hold her, still looking at Njànsí.

I didn’t get on the plane Njànsí explained, I’m alive!

The following morning, after Njànsí had cleaned up himself, he explained over breakfast he had deliberately missed his plane five years earlier and since then out of shame had been wandering the streets of Lagos. His mother believed him.

Akunna! Mrs. Kalu called as they finished eating, come and clear this table.

Yes Ma answered one of the maids, briskly walking up to the dining table.

Njànsí Mrs. Kalu called again.

Yes Mum! the young man answered looking up at her while pushing the dining chair back under the table.

Let me drive Ngozi to school, then I’ll go to the boutique. If you need anything, just tell Akunna or Ebere. Have a nice day. We’ll talk more when I come back.

It’s alright, Mum.

Mrs. Kalu couldn’t look straight at him while talking to him. She still hadn’t really gotten over the shock of seeing him again.

Njànsí said goodbye to his mother and sibling who had become very excited about her new elder brother. She hadn’t known him before since she was still in her mother’s womb when he disappeared.

After they left, Njànsí sat down on the soft, pale blue sofa, took the T.V. remote control from the center table and put it on.

Akunna he called after about thirty minutes.

Yes, Sir the