My frightening encounters with Arọbinagụ

The Nightmares Following My Frightening Encounters With Arọbinagụ

My frightening encounters with Arọbinagụ

I was born into a strict Catholic and prayerful family. My parents raised me to put absolute trust in God almighty, the maker of heaven and earth, according to the teachings of the Bible. 

I fear no other gods, and I genuflect for no being in total submission. Out of courtesy and in obedience to social obligations, I bow to heads of religion and communities, as society expected. 

I know practically nothing about Igbo deities and cosmology. 

Two weeks ago, while waiting for my appointment with Tesco Supermarket promoters who want to distribute our Larsor Seasoning and also the new products we just developed in the UK, I walked into the British Museum of History, Arts, and Culture in London, which was founded in 1753, and has  more than eight million objects in its collection.

At the mid-section of the aisle housing the African collections, I came face to face with Arọbinagụ. And suddenly, the table started vibrating. I was stunned and confused but not yet afraid. 

Few other visitors around me were frozen, and for a few seconds, nobody could comprehend why the vibration was happening. It took a shrill cry by an Italian lady for one of the Museum attendants to come by. At that very moment, the glass cubicle housing Arọbinagụ shattered in our presence as soon as the attendant reached my side. 

We were quickly escorted out of the Museum and taken upstairs to meet the curator, who wanted to interview us personally. When they noticed I was a Nigerian, I was isolated and taken to a private room where I filled out a form and made a copy of my passport. 

The curator revealed that what happened was the second time the Museum had experienced that. The first was in 1958, before the Nigerian Independence when a Chief Priest from Anambra visited the Museum to demand the return of Arọbinagụ. 

I convinced them that I had come to London for business and had no intention of getting involved with Arọbinagụ and other African gods with a history of the Western heist. 

Yesterday, while returning from a town in Anambra, I stopped at their village square to pick organic fruits. On alighting from the car, I noticed mild vibration similar to what happened in the UK. The fruits arranged in a pyramid form on a stainless tray scattered, and birds in nearby trees started flying away with the ferocious flapping of their wings. A stealth breeze circled and raised volcanic dust in the air. 

It took the ear-piercing sound of the fruit seller to bring me back to reality, and at that very moment, a significant branch of the nearby tree where the birds flew out broke and crashed with loud noises. I knew it was Arọbinagụ repeating the London experience. 

I quickly got back into my car, and the driver, totally shaken by what he just saw, managed to drive off with unsteady hands and legs. 

This morning I woke up and noticed that my bed was vibrating. The shocking thing about this was that while the wooden frames of the bed were steady and firm, only the foam and the pillows were shaking. 

I placed the Foam on the bare floor and continued my sleep. 

I called Ozii Baba Anieto and narrated my experience. Though he tried to make fun of the entire experience initially, when he was convinced that I was serious, he gave me the names of 2 Professors of Igbo history to call. 

I’m still angry and completely dazed that both of them suggested that I go back to the UK to discuss with them about returning Arọbinagụ to its rightful place. 

I don’t want to cause any diplomatic problems for Nigeria and UK. I’m a businessman who wants no distraction. Not this time that we are about to launch three revolutionary products that will shake the foundation of the Nigerian market. 

At this time, put me and our products in your prayers. 

We shall never be distracted. 

Arọbinagụ shall always find its way home.

The story continues 

I have not slept well in the last 72 hours. I have been having several hours of lucid, scary dreams. 

Soaked up in my sweat, even when the air conditioner was working perfectly became a recurring decimal. 

The nightmares have been opening up a lot of scary things and hyperboles. 

Have you ever experienced layers of lucid dreams, where in the dream, you were asleep and having another lucid dream? That's my lot now. That's my cross. 

They want me back in the UK by all means, but I'm not yet ready for the task. I need more direction. I need guidance. I need peace of mind first. 

I had a dream where I agreed to travel to the UK. When I opened my eyes this morning, I saw my travelling bag packed and arranged for the trip. My international passport was placed on it. I know well that I did not touch nor pack it. But it had everything that I needed for such a travel. 

Now, the most intriguing thing is that my passport is usually in my office. I did not bring it home. How it came to my house and rested on a travelling bag that I did not pack is beyond comprehension. 

My good friend and an astute media personality, Uche Nworah , shared my first post on this subject in several WhatsApp groups and did a voice-over with the write-up, which he equally shared. The gods have played that voice-over to me more than a thousand times in my dreams. It kept repeating itself. 

My dreams are so lucid that I read most of the reactions in various WhatsApp groups where Uche Nworah shared the post. In fact, when Ingram Osigwe Adichie   and Obi Adibe  called me on this issue, I already knew what they wrote in the WhatsApp group where they read it, and I also know their personal convictions on the subject. 

I cannot close my eyes to sleep without going into another marathon of dreams playing the drama associated with Arọbinagụ.

As Professor Nwaileozor predicted, the gods will deny me sleep and weaken my strength. He advised me not to take sleeping pills or switch off my lights. 

He further predicted they would come physically and manifest with specific demand - to return Arọbinagụ to its rightful place. 

It is already happening. 

I want to sleep, but I cannot stop the scary dreams. I'm getting weak because I cannot rest. People have been helpful with tips and suggestions, thus confusing me more. 

The gods should leave me alone