Michael is my given name. I come from a wealthy family and have been blessed abundantly.
Allow me to begin by not mentioning my parents; I was the first child and my parents desired that I marry as soon as possible. I frequently pass by a street called Ajegunle.
I was constantly going to see friends or stopping by if I had any work; there is one crazy lady who I always see whenever I pass by. But this one is different; I saw the majority of insane people walk by constantly while this one stayed still and sat in a specific spot without saying anything; I saw how people dropped the majority of their leftovers for her and felt pity; what a pretty woman will turn insane only God knows what she did to earn this situation.
She was naked and she was not truly insane; every time I pass by that location, she is all there.
So one day, I came down from my car to get a snack because I was so hungry. As I approached the mad lady, my name was called out.
"MICHAEL".
I turned around and saw no one calling out to me, but as I was about to leave, the voice spoke again " MICHAEL " I looked at the lady and saw her look back at me, I was stunned that she knew my name, and I wanted to do something before people started talking about how I might use her for rituals. I was terrified and she kept calling my name "MICHAEL, MICHAEL PLEASE HELP ME" I'm not sure where to begin, who is this lady and why is she here, how did she know my name after I noticed people were becoming suspicious, I letf her and noticed the tears in her eyes, but she kept on saying "help me." I'm not sure if I was the only one who heard her, but I'm curious as to how she learned who I am.
After obtaining what I desired, I returned to my car, but she was not looking my way and never called me back. I left, and I was helpless that day.
I sleep through the night and dream about how she kept calling my name but her face was hidden. When I asked her who she was, she looked at me with tears in her eyes.
I was being exploited and rendered helpless as a result of what I did, she stated. I had no idea this world was so twisted to begin with. I was abused and deprived of everything a woman required; I reasoned that if this life could restore me to the beginning, I could make everything right.
Please assist me and allow me to exact my revenge.
I look at her, unsure of what she's saying, and ask again who you are.
She smiled and introduced herself as " ADAMA ".
I convened a meeting with my family, informing them that I had some serious concerns about which they needed to be informed.
I took my seat and waited for everyone else to do the same; once everyone was seated, my father looked at me and said.
What became of my son, Michael? Is he in good health?
When my father asked me again whether I could tell them about the mad lady or how she knew my name, I was at a loss for words. When he inquired again, I was absolutely lost in contemplation.
What prompted the convening of this meeting, and what are your views on the subject?
Everyone was waiting for me to speak up in order to ascertain what was wrong. I turned my gaze upward and attempted to speak, but all that came out was the sound of a silent syllable. I placed my hands on my head and gazed down before returning my gaze to my parent.
Micheal If you convene this gathering and are unprepared to speak, you should rise and exit immediately.
I did pause to allow Mom to finish her sentence before speaking.
I came across an insane woman.
Everywhere was silent, and no one was audible. I looked at my sister, who gave me a puzzled look as if to say, and why are you telling us this?
"Son, what happened and what was significant about this last last?" my father inquired once more. There are other mas on the street; however, what makes this one so unique?
Dad "I'm not sure how to explain any of this to you all," I said, "but she called my name." I have no idea who she is or why she is calling my name, but what I am saying is that she is insane and called my name at that age.
Micheal Is all well with you? Perhaps we might arrange for you to see a preacher. Or perhaps you've been having a horrible dream about a strange lady the entire time, my mother speculated.
Alternatively, the lord may have been apprehended. What a shame he has a crazy wife, my sister interjected.
It wasn't a dream, mom and dad; I went down from my car the other day to get something to eat, but when I arrived, she called my name and kept on asking for help; I didn't want people to think I was involved in her insane case, so I let her go; that same night, I returned home and kept seeing her in my dream asking for help; I'm not sure what I should do, mom, but I just followed your advice. I'm unsure what course of action to take.
My parents exchanged glances, and then my father cleared his throat and glanced at me. If you have this dream, it implies that God is attempting to gain your attention by allowing you to view and learn about the lady; thus, if all you say is turn, let's return and retrieve her.
When her father revealed this to her, Got rose to her feet and wore a furious face.
What would you do or say if anything terrible happened? What the hell, dad, you're not telling us to go see some crazy lady simply because he told you about a strange dream, and it's already midnight and you want us to go see some insane person.
She was correct in determining whether or not the dream was real.
Stop talking and take a seat; my companion is immediately behind her.
Michael "Your sister is correct," she added.
There is nothing to fear; my father spoke to her, and my son and I will go check on her and bring her to get to know her better; if what my son says is accurate, then there must be some sort of connection between the two of them.
Due to schedule issues, I believe we should take her today and determine whether or not she will make it.
I'm not sure if what we're doing is the correct course of action, but we need to verify that what I'm saying is accurate and not a fabrication.
My father and I headed there, and when we reached at the area where I last saw her, she was still sitting where I left her, but she was hidden this time, so my father and I approached her and waited for her to speak.
I've been anticipating seeing you, Michael. I believed you had abandoned me and wondered if I had formed the wrong idea of you.
When she said that, my father approached her and inquired, "Dear, who are you and what are your intentions with my son?" "Dear, who are you and what do you want with my son," my father responded.
Someone is closing in on me, sir; thus, please exit immediately. When I get at the area you've requested, I'll explain myself to you, sir. Sir, I am afraid and require assistance. Since I've been traveling, people believe I'm insane, but I'm not. Kindly assist me.
I requested my father for assistance in escorting her to the car, although I'm not sure why she desired my assistance and trust. We returned to the car and, just as she had warned, someone approached us as we were about to depart. What if they sexually assaulted her? If she wasn't insane, what was she doing on the street? All of these thoughts raced through my mind at the time.
Oh lord, do you even realize she is God's child; am I doing the right thing by taking her; is she a nice person; who is her parent; what happened to her; why is she here alone; was she abaddon; was she an orphanage; I have no idea who she is because she kept closing her eyes and putting her hand down constantly. I believe she may be appealing; thus, let us bring her home and get to know her further when she is ready.
My father drove away, and she fell asleep with her head against my shoulders. Perhaps she has endured a great deal and is fearful.
When we returned home, I roused her and assisted her out of the car and into the house, which was already crowded with my mother and sister.
My mother rushed up to me and my father when she recognized us and shouted.
Oh my sweetheart, I'm overjoyed that nothing heinous has occurred to you. I was terrified of the two of you.
I smiled and reassured her that everything was alright; she looked behind her and observed a lady peering down at her; she walks over to her and greets her, inquiring how she was doing and why she had been alone for so long; she then inquires about her parents.
The fact that my mother continued to ask her all of those questions indicated that she was uncomfortable; I believe my father noticed as well and advised my mother to leave her alone. My sister Rose, on the other hand, was outraged and said nothing; she merely approached her and began spinning around, gazing over her shoulder before pausing and looking at me.
What I cannot believe is that you went out to get this; for the love of God, brother, this is a woman who has lost her mind.
My father became outraged and pleaded with her to shut up and never speak of it again. We all went to our rooms, and I showed her the most sparsely adorned room I could find and assured her that I would be close if she needed anything. Additionally, I removed some of my sister's garments and gave them to her. I left and went to sleep, hoping for a nice day tomorrow.