All of u gather around lets converse!!!

[amira]

Whoa spooky stories, ummita your story reminds me of my encounter of an old lady
at my time spent in nija, but i dint get to know her well to find out whether she was spooky, i just use to call her hajiya.
She always was in this lungu sitting there with her kulle kulle takarkachen ta,i cant rememba whether she was blind or deaf but she did have one of theses disabilities.
next time i go naija i'll check up on her thats if tanana da ranta.

[HUSNAA]

Talking of spooky... an old lady who happened to be a friend of a relative of mine came to visit my relative one day. Unknown to me, this woman was possessed by benign aljannu, even though they sometimes lied to her. Anyway, the day I first saw her, she made a horrendous prediction that someone was going to pass away in our house. We were all shocked to say the least, but managed to throw our suspicions as to whom she meant out of our minds bcos we didnt want to remember that there was illness in the house. Then about 3 weeks later, one of my best friends died, and then I thought to myself, that's whom she must have meant or so I thought. But then my friend didnt live in our house. After about three months, a very very close member of the house died, but it wasnt the one everyone thought was so obviously going to pass away, so the association with her prediction didnt come to mind and by then, I'd completely forgotten about that horrid prophesy and the old lady as well.
Eight days after the death, she came to pay her condolences, crying softly. The moment I saw her,  I felt as if someone had punched a hole in my stomach, because it all came rushing back and I felt like OMG!!!..I didnt let it show though. I had to receive her, bcos my relative was not there. Said the usual things and accepted the condolences etc. Later she said that she was leaving so I escorted her to the door and as she was leaving, she asked me about one of my kids and my heart went right through the floor. Immediately she said to me 
' Oh no! no! no! no! dont be scared!'
and I hadnt said a word to her or betrayed anything by an action. It was just the adrenaline that rushed through me!!.. Gosh was I glad to see the back of her!! I havent seen her since, thank God!

[gogannaka]

Spooky...Husnaa don't ever believe in abubuwan da irin wadannan mutanen ke fadi....They'll make you paranoid.

@Ummita, u try o!

[waduz]

Goga, If you do not believe in spooky things, like ajannu and others, then please do. It is true and even the Prophet himself has done Rukiyya on people afflicted by the jins and it cured them. The jinns are everywhere and living within and out of humans. May Allahu SWT protect and defend us against them, amen.

[HUSNAA]

I think GGNK does believe in Jinns, after all there is a surah called Al Jinn in the holy Qur'an. What I think GGNK meant was that one shouldnt believe in what ppl possessed of these kind of spirits say to one and one should certainly not act upon their words.
The story I told above is just a small section of a bigger picture, or the ending of the whole picture, which I didnt go into and it includes why I also agree with GGNK as to why one shouldnt believe irin abubuwan da mutanennan suke fada.
Its like this:
One day, a woman who was related to me by marriage sent me an urgent message that she wanted to see me. She gave me a date and a venue to meet her somewhere. I was quite intrigued and everything sounded so clandestine that I decided to honor the request. Not that I would have refused to see her cos I  really liked this woman, despite her penchant for visiting malamai and masu dubiya.

On the date appointed, I went to see her at the meeting place.  What she told me was that there was a mayya stalking my son and that she wanted me to have a talk with some woman who was a cowrie thrower. I must say that I took her words very seriously. The reason for this was because previously, about a yr or so, I'd had a nanny whom I caught saying to my seven yr old son that she will eat his kurwa! I was just entering the room when I heard her utter the words. I didnt freak out, but needless to say, I sent her packing. Then after her, I got another nanny, a nice old lady who also seemed to have had a brush with mayu and was forever telling stories about the dream fights between a maye and the one whom he/she  wanted to consume. Still after she left ( I was sorry to see her go, she was so trustworthy and good at keeping her word, but prickly as a porcupine as well) I  got another nanny who swore that some of her relatives were mayu. (this one still lives with me despite her mayu relatives...going on 11 yrs kenan, because we seemed to have gelled nearly perfectly...well kowa na hakuri da kowa actually).

Well anyway, at the time of my being told that a mayya was stalking my fat plump handsome little boy, I grew very apprehensive having listened to these tales of mayu and heard someone threatening my son. So I agreed to see the cowrie thrower. She told me that one of my sons was sick and that a mayya was out to get him....At this point in time, this nice  but prickly old lady was living with me in her capacity as nanny. So when I got home, very sick and worried myself, I told her what transpired. She said to me look what you should do is get some water in a cup and recite La Haula wa la Kuwwata illa billah in the cup of water, as many times as you wish, give it to yr son to drink, rub the dregs of the water over him and teach him to recite La Haula wala Kuwwata illa billahi as well. The relief that washed over me at her words was enormous, because the soothsayer had told me to do something which entailed doing shirk and I told her I'd think about it. So I did exactly as my nan told me almost every day until gradually the apprehension left me and I never went back to that woman again.

Anyway, that wasnt the end of it. U c when the soothsayer finished telling me about my son, she looked at me in a critical way and said that I had two light complexioned women who were my friends but that I should be careful with them because they didnt like me. I was flabbergasted to say the least! Indeed I had two friends who were both half cast. I was very good friends with them and liked them enormously and I knew without a doubt that none of them was a two faced friend to me. But I knew something else: they didnt really like each other. I couldnt and never believed what this cowrie thrower told me, because my relationship with each was such that each of them would bare her heart out to me, tell me what was troubling her, her marital problems,  and I would do vice versa. I mean I remember a time when one of them was telling me something that happened between her and her spouse and she was weeping. So how could it be that a person who could open up to one that much be an enemy? So I said to myself privately, that that couldnt be right. However ofcourse I couldnt rid my mind of what she said but I still didnt believe her.

Then it dawned on me. The previous day the day before I went to see the cowrie thrower, I was talking to another woman who was also related to me through marriage and whom I knew disliked me intensely and I mean intensely, although she wasnt the kind that would opt for an open confrontation. Her sort was  a covert kind of dislike and doing things behind one's back and that kind of thing but up front, everything looked fine and dandy. Knowing that she really didnt like me that much, I pretty much never have much to do with her, except if its really necessary. So for the life of me, I dont know what got us into a convivial conversation   to the extent that I told her about these two erstwhile friends of mine who couldnt get along with each other and  how I was feeling kind of in the middle of it and not very comfortable with the situation.

So I reckoned that aljannun wannan mai  cowries din must have picked up on the vibes coming off from that woman whom I didnt get on well with, and pretty much mixed it up with the conversation about my two friends that I had with her and the fact that they didnt get along with each other and turned it around, so that instead of she - related to me through marriage - being the one who disliked me, it was my two really wonderful friends who were supposed to dislike me....

That is why the words of those soothsayers should be just left where they were picked up.

That old woman who predicted a death in the house? The first day she saw me, before she made her prediction, she said to me: ur son is sick and a mayya is stalking him. Exactly what that cowrie thrower had told me previously; she even went further to tell me where the mayya lived. Her own solution to the problem was more, much more drastic than the cowrie throwers. Indeed I recoiled with revulsion inwardly when I heard her say what she would do if I gave her leave to do it. Alhamdu lillahi I was on La Haula wa la kuwwata illa billah and everything worked out.

Still after her the death, she came to condole, and that was when she asked about my son, that particular one and my heart went right through the floor as I said previously and immediately she said:
"Oh no! no! no! dont be scared... !"
horror of horrors!

[amira]

To Hajaj Allah dai ya karemu daga wadan nan mutanen
Ameen.

[ummita]

I shouldnt have read this, this night. I keep looking at my window and checking under my bed. Honestly, am reciting ayat Kursiy now. Am not going to lie about it but am spooked.

[HUSNAA]

To Hajaj Allah dai ya karemu daga wadan nan mutanen
Ameen.

Ameen Ameen Amira ;D

I shouldnt have read this, this night. I keep looking at my window and checking under my bed. Honestly, am reciting ayat Kursiy now. Am not going to lie about it but am spooked.

Sorry to spoil yr night Ummita ! ;D
Dan ma ban bada labarin the time I had an encounter with an aljanni ba...? I couldnt see it, but I could see the bolt to my door being moved up and down by something invisible....... true true honestly ba karya ba....

[gogannaka]

A'a aunty Husnaa....this is not a horror thread o! Please o! kin san an ce yawan maganar su yana janwo su.

Allah ya kare mu daga sharrin duk wani abu mai sharri.

I always admire the love mothers have over their children.One cannot repay them in anyway.

Kada ki yi wasa da addu'oin da Annabi ya bayar na kariya ga yara.
Ayatul kursiyy before they sleep.
Surah's Ikhlas,Falak and Nas...recite 3X and blow on the palms them rub your palms all over the child's body.
A'udhu bi kalimatillahit taammat min sharri ma khalaq 3 or 7X.

There are a lot of preventive measures that Islam provides against the affliction of evils and wallahi they are very effective.
You can find lots of them in the small book Hisnul Muslim.

[HUSNAA]

A'a aunty Husnaa....this is not a horror thread o! Please o! kin san an ce yawan maganar su yana janwo su.   Allah ya kare mu daga sharrin duk wani abu mai sharri.

Lol! even talking about them in cyberspace? hahahahaha. Wallahi na fi jin tsoron sharrin dan Adam da na aljani.    Anyway, Allah ya kare mu daga sharrin duk wani abu mai sharri. Ameen ameen.

Kada ki yi wasa da addu'oin da Annabi ya bayar na kariya ga yara.
Ayatul kursiyy before they sleep.
Surah's Ikhlas,Falak and Nas...recite 3X and blow on the palms them rub your palms all over the child's body.
A'udhu bi kalimatillahit taammat min sharri ma khalaq 3 or 7X.

There are a lot of preventive measures that Islam provides against the affliction of evils and wallahi they are very effective.
You can find lots of them in the small book Hisnul Muslim.

Thanks for the duas.

[ummita]

WARNING VERY LONG.....................

I arrive with another platter of story & worrisome one this time. Am at the edge of my seat, so if anyone can help with an honest, matured and focused advice, please dish it out. Hafsy and the entourage of male opponents take note: No gender politics on this one. Ladies, its man problem again wo!

I want to give a brief scenario so that you guys can have a clear idea of how I am caught it the middle of a triangle. 8 childhood friends, all honest and clear-cut to a point. Being among and actually related to 5 of the girls, of the remaining two, it was just pure fate that brought us together. We all went to different institutions except 4 2 of d girls and we undertook different programs for our undergrads and postgrads & luckily this time one of the girls and myself ended up doing the same postgrad course and in d same class. Years went by, 3 of d girls got married and started a family, now mothers, they named their daughters after two of my freinds and the other who gave birth to male twins named one after my fathers name and made the other freind a namesake to  dads. One of the girls completed her undergrads but refused to carry on, instead got married to someone old enough to be our granddad (but we simply supported her because that was what she wants, and so long it makes her happy, so be it). The other got married, husband murdered and now a widow. And so stories went for the rest three girls too. Of course our characters differed: we had the chatterbox, the hot tempered & obnoxious, the quite, nonchalant and very deep, the mrs big moma who played mother to all of us, our crazy mrs anteteh who just believes she is Igbo and related to Nnamdi Azikwe, our timid freind who has a soft spot for anything, and lastly our dearest, funniest, craziest, illest and most adored person who brings life to a dull house! We were all very bonded and recognized and this chain of bond transferred to another level: our mothers, fathers and relatives all bonded too. We maintained our little circle based on respect for one another, never dipping fingers into things that were meant to be private any one of us, gossiping was not a thing for us either. Friendship based on mutual fidelity and respect and not some crappy sorority sisterhood. We were and still is bonafide. We knew each other very well and were so used to each other to a point that we can interact and pass messages by just glancing at each other and we know exactly what we are on about. So most of our plans always worked. We could simply walk into a hospital bearing either a Mrs Abubakar or Mrs Ibrahim and the nurses wouldn't even know and so twice we all went for one of the babies first immunization and when a Mrs Abubakar was called, we all rose, nurses had to ask who the real mother of the baby was. And we did let our childish parts get the best of us & it was fun! Anyway, I think you have an idea it was more than just friends, but better sisters. You with me? Now here's the bugger!!!!...........

[ummita]

Last year August, I visited the "hot-tempered & obnoxious" friend who was expecting a baby. We chatted, lunched and in process a phone call came through and it was my friends her elder sister who was sending a new house help for my friend because she was not fit to do house chores for the time being. I couldn't help cracking up when I heard my friend telling her older sister to ensure that the house help is 'yar mummuna' and also she don't like any 'cutesy'. She ended her call and turned to me saying 'haka kawai ummita, yarinya tazo tayi min roundabout da maigida'. How she don't want no fine house girl, before she takes up the adjacent room. I was laughing and thinking she is still the same ol in I always knew but told her that beauty was skin deep. Anyway Around magrib time, this young girl was brought over as the new house-help and behold, it was just what my friend wanted. So we sat to talked business, telling her she could do anything was to feel free because she will be treated part and parcel like a family and not a maid. She had a comfortable room and she can do whatever she feel liked except that she should NEVER, EVER step near her husbands room". I quickly grew fond of the girl because she was so modest and looked very religious. But watching the whole thing unfold in amusement between my friend and her new help was all too funny to bear. Anyway that ended.

It was time for me to go before I got in trouble. So I said my goodbyes and left. As I drove out I remembered, and screamed at my friend, ki gaishe da maigidanki and she replied "u gone off yah head, so its now you asking after my husband? Well he traveled". Laughing and feeling abit shameful for not asking, I waved but told me to stop, reminding me that we would be visiting another friend because her little girl was having a birthday party. I had so much to do, and trying to see if I can pick up some plantain on my way home because that was the only thing I wanted to eat that night but proceeded to a gift shop intending to pick up a birthday present Funny enough, I spotted my friends husbands car, whose house I have just left. I taught, stupid liar, told me her husband out of town, second taughts, and might be the driver. Oh well, I had task to complete before I called it a day.. I ducked my head beneath d steering wheel searching for my other shoe and contemplating whether to just run out bare foot, pick and pay for what I want and look like a complete toss or just make life easier for myself and just switch the courtesy light n look for my other shoe. I was just about to do so, when my eye zoomed into an identified human. I was shocked to bones! So it's true, men could do such!!!! A living witness and through my rear screen, I watched My friends husband who was supposedly meant to be on a trip was walking towards the parking lot with some young girl and they were holding hands.. I didn't know why, why, why and I am still cursing myself and regretting: but all I did was duck low and pulled myself low, feeling squeezed beneath the footrest and the steering wheel. I don't know why I did that, hiding for no crime committed!!!! I was so shocked and end of my little plantain and gift hunting. I was in an anti-freeze state until his car drove out of the parking lot. I didn't know what I was supposed to do. Drive after him and stop him and call him a traitor or call my friend. All I kept muttering on my drive home was: he said her he traveled, how could he?  I was just silently praying, Ya Allah, tell me its just his look-alike.It can't be him. But hell, whom was I fooling, it was him!!!

I came home silently shocked & all night I kept thinking on how my friend always praised her husband and truly I also knew he was kind at heart and he adored my friend. What I didn't know was that he was a damn alley cat who was out crawling! And I still couldn't comprehend: for the love of God; wat was he thinking? What does he find appealing in those small secondary "buy me school provision" girls? Or has he seriously lost it upstairs? I refused to call my friend and tell her. I didn't know whom to tell but I was very tempted on telling but to whom? I didn't know if I should call any of the girls. I don't know what my friends reaction would be if I tell her knowing she has a bad venom for rage! One things for sure, she will definitely go Ape! And with an ill temper she could do worse. More so, I don't like dipping my fingers in things that concerns me not, especially issues regarding family because I find the idea of being a causative factor to a marital breakdown apalling. However, I don't want my friend being played out right a fool! There she was at home breeding his offspring and out he was playing home and away.

After marinating over to tell or not to tell for many days, I made a strong-will and kept shut. Now it was my conscious that was on brawl, thinking: is this me betraying or simply doing what I think I should do for the benefit of both parties but to the detriment of one?

[ummita]

Now I taught I had everything behind. I thanked God, no drama, even though the curtains came down after weeks.
Then comes 26th January 2008, my little cousin was staying over holidays and asked me if she it was alright if she two of her friends came by, certainly I didn't mind especially if they were decent girls because the last time, I had this bad/illest girl around, she was teaching my lil cousin some raunchy dance called dutty wine and tutoring her how to use ghetto Ajegunle English to insult people! Uhn, uhn not having that! So her friends arrived smiling, I inspected their decency and modesty, well trained I taught. Big tick! I was bringing out my grinded timatir to make a big pot of stew (ok, for the ajebos....tomarro puree), when this girl walked in and said to me ina wuni? Billion things were fighting up my brains. I know this girl somewhere........and ding! I remembered, my grinded tomato bowl gave way and marked from floors, to the walls, to the cabinets, to our clothes, tomato everywhere! I could not even answer this girls greetings.. It was that girl!!!!! That girl!!!!! That very girl I saw at the shops with my friend's husband. Unknown to me, she attends the same secondary school with my cousin. I didn't know which would be better, pull out my visible bread knife hanging on its rail and dice that girl into chucks or simply tell her to leave or, or, or, all these going through my head, I finally replied: yawwa sannunki, a very cold reply, sannunki and well done for being his new Briefcase! My cousin nor the girl had no idea why I acted like I'd seen a ghoul. There they were all in the living room and chatting happily away. That stupid girl on my sofa looking all innocent and quite, when she was all over the arms of another married man. Small but mighty! I don't know why and I had no reason to but I just don't want her around my cousin at all. The way she was acting, even 60yr women cannot (come see romance). Small girls with prowling eyes set on men with big pockets. I simply don't want her around my cousin. Told my cousin to serve them with whatever as I was going to catch a nap. Did one or two things and didn't know why, I kept pacing up and down the room thinking what kind of bloody coincidence is this ehn?  Does a concurrence have to be so bloody in people's faces like this? In my territory! I rang my "hot-tempered and intolerable" friend intended to tell her, but liver failed me. I asked if she had garin kunun na tsamiyah. See foolishness!!!! Friend told me she was feeling sickly and that her husband was on business trip. I felt really sorry for my girl but abit relaxed, atleast the fugitive is here with me then it struck me her hubby could be with any other. Not that he was a Casanova, but hey I have every reason to be suspicious.
Back at mine my cousin came up to tell me her friends were going and I didn't even feel like saying bye. Initially, I have three bags each with stuffs that would appeal to all these secondary school girls & told my cousin to give them one each. I wanted to refuse giving that very girl but I taught my cousin the smart pants will pick the vibe and will haunt and taunt me for answers and so I went fair. Many weeks passed, and I got over dwelling in worry and acting like a suspect for no crime committed.

[ummita]

Finally, on one random afternoon my friend called me and said she felt really sad and moody. I allowed her moan overrit and at last she said "ummita you didn't even ask me whats up"? Apologetically I said to her that she should let it all out and because I know how short her temper gets, her new developing mood swings, I dont want to say boo before she goes bunkers on me. She said to me she went to her husband's room, got a dining chair stationed it on the bed, climbed on it, opened a drawer, where she pulled out her his briefcase. I asked her why she did so & she told me, she knows her husband and it is actually the first time he kept his briefcase up far and something told her: dodgy business!!!! She said to have fumbled with the numbers and after two hours succeeded in getting the numbers right and opened the briefcase. She flipped and dug into files and folders and documents and as she was about to give up, she noticed a zipper under the edge of the case, she pulled open and dragged out a neat envelope. Inside that envelope was 5 photo's of some girl she told me. Knowing her, she didn't even cry but said her husband better prepare her a divorce when he gets back. I told her such decisions are uncalled for but she should put her baby's interest at large and try to take things easy. And it was actually improper to go snooping about now she's found a big piss takes! She said she was going to call the two other girls who lived very close by and I didn't say anything but just wished it was not only myself who spotted her husband elsewhere. The guilt of not telling her eating me so raw, that I finally excused myself to go and pray. After an hour or so, I called to check up on her, and her nerve was calmed abit but she was still on fire. She was just saying 'Ummita I am just waiting for him to return but told me she texted him something along these lines: "those pictures of that girl in your briefcase are nice and so when is she finally moving into the compound" I told her to calm her nerves. So she told me she was going to ring her hubby and she did for some funny but obvious reason, he failed to pick her calls and from what she told me all 20 phone calls went unanswered.

Later that night, she instructed that I check my emails asap! I did and behold.............it was two pictures of that girl!!!!!!!!!! That one girl!!!!!!!!!

Am in a catch twenty-two here. Keeping shut could be ill spilling the beans could be unhealthy. Am just confused. I don't even know what is right anymore, should I let the other in on it or better yet, just keep it to myself? Am caught in a triangle. Feeling guilty, due to pretence: not knowing the face in the picture, whilst I saw spotted them once. Breach the mutual trust and keep quite, or tell my friend and cause havoc? If I told her infact the girl came to my hose, mehhhnnnn she will go cold turkey on me! Or get both husband and wife together and speak my mind and give my conscious an air out? I personally want to keep it hush hush!!! But am wrestling over mere duties and obligations of friendship and wanting keep my toes dry and out of the muddle! What if things spiraled on a bad level and I was silence all along? Or should I tell other friends or just keep it low keyed? Its really eating me up. And I don't want that girl jumping up my face like a rabbit from a magician's hat anywhere in life my life again. So what is a woman supposed to do? Whats meh got 2 do den?
Any suggestions? Sisterly recognition, up close n personal!!!!!!!!!!

[HUSNAA]

Lol Ummita that was a nice long read..
Actually u are not in a dilemma at all if u ask me. U felt guilty that yr friend's husband was having an affair and u found out and couldnt do anything for fear of wreaking havoc. But now that yr friend has got to know about it on her own, u have absolutely no need to tell her that u ever ever saw her husband with that girl, because she knows now without yr informing her..so Allah Ya Dauke miki wannan nauyin. The spot of bother is the fact that the other girl is a friend of yr cousin. Now in this case she has come to yr house once and you recognized her. If she'd never come to yr house, you can sit back and just give ur friend a lot of emotional support and guide her out of the potentially  suicidal route (with respect to her marriage) that she is bent on taking, and never let out to ANY ONE that you'd seen the husband and the girl together. If she did not send u the photos of the girl, you could fake ignorance as well cos technically speaking, you dont know what she looks like since u havent seen the photos so it could be any one, and if one day she saw the girl in the company of yr cousin and accuses you of double crossing her, u could get out of it by asking her how u are supposed to know that that was the girl? But as she has sent u the photos, u need to do something about it... something delicate that wont upset the balance of yr relationship with yr friend and neither raise the suspicions of yr cousin or her friend that u know before hand that the friend was the gf of yr friends husband. Now that one is what I am at a loss at what u should do. The reason being that since you have seen the girl at yr house and yr friend has sent u pics of her afterwards, you cant just not tell yr friend about having seen the girl before, because if she found out that the girl had been to yr house before she sent u the pics and u didnt say anything about it, it would raise her suspicions that u know something and u are holding back.
You know something Ummita? i wish yr friend had never decided to poke at her husband's briefcase to see what's in there. Sometimes women have to just pretend that they dont know what their husband's are up to behind their backs. This is because the very fact that they hide their shenanigans from their wives means that they do have some regards for the wives. Now that she knows, ya fara wulakanta  ta, by not answering her calls because he knows what they entail. Kuma if he decides not to stop seeing the girl yaya za ta yi? The fact that he knows that she knows about the girl and he refuses to stop seeing her adds to her own humiliation. She is the one left with all the worries and the nail bitings.
In the end I think what u should do is get yr friend to have a serious but non combative talk with her husband about his intentions regarding this girl, now that she knows about it. In zai kawo ta ya kawo ta in ba zai kawo ta ba ya rabu da ita. Bayan haka ta fita daga harkar sa, ta nuna masa abin bai dame ta ba. Its done and over with. Shi da kansa zai maganin abin.
If u wish u can come clean and tell yr friend that u have seen the girl before, just so that u are up front and honest with her, but dont let ur self be dragged into confronting the girl or letting yr friend confront her since it will be very easy to have yr cousin over with the girl in tow. That would be very demeaning for both you and yr friend.
I dont knowoooo there is really no easy solution..to this. Just make sure that yr friend doesnt give her self enough rope to hang herself figuratively speaking....

PPS that's a real cute little gentleman sitting on that sofa... tell him make him wait for me...oooo I go marry am ooo when he grows up!!!!! ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D