I squeezed my eyes open and I almost screamed out of shock. What? What is happening here? I blink severally at the feminine face smiling at me. I was wrapped in white with white powder dusted on my neck as a baby! I came as a baby!!

    No! I shouldn't be here! This is despicable. I remember this woman holding me, I remember her, two years ago I was her newborn baby then i chose to pass away now i came again as her baby! This was definitely not what I agreed with my mates.



     Mercy Chinwo's "Jesus you love me too much oo" was playing through the loud speakers, noises of congratulations from every guest and I knew right there that this is a naming ceremony, my naming ceremony! The woman carrying me which apparently is my mother sat next to her husband who happens to be wearing the same matching outfit. They seem so happy, I wasn't happy for them.



Later on everyone kept quiet and only uttered ''Amen!" Whenever the pastor of the day says a prayer. I started to feel uncomfortable. I considered crying and interrupting the silent moment of prayer but I thought better of it. What is the use? In two days time I will leave them with a corpse and go back to where i come from.

I started getting uncomfortable, what is all these frequent "Jesus this... Jesus that..." Why are they sprinkling water on me? They are even putting anointing oil on my head?! And why is this bald middle aged pastor speaking gibberish on my head? What is "saka ra baska Eli buroko jah tam leba ski" rubbish that he is saying?



You know what? I've had enough! Tomorrow morning I will be gone and I hope not to come back here again or else right in the labour room I will die there and that is that!

I'm not a heartless newborn baby, I just don't like this little over godly family. They are too much of a nuisance! So yes I'd rather die quietly and be in gone peace by tomorrow morning.



My biological system took over and I started to fall asleep. I heard the woman carrying me, she is my mother for now, she called me "Oluwa Pamilerin Ayo" that means 'God made me laugh out for Joy'. Unfortunately, I will make her cry soon. They should all wait for tomorrow morning, they don't know what's coming for them.



You can call me an Ábíkú but that is your business! I already made up my mind.