It has always been my desire to reach a certain heights where no man can ever attain. I remember my childhood dreams where i used to imagine myself soar high and travel with the carefree birds to a land unknown where the leaves has a melody of their own and the birds move to a rhythm unknown to any man safe their ears. Many times i used to have that great desire to be in the next house without being seen and be an unseen guest to their every conversation. These where my kind of dreams.
Now childhood is over and yet i am unable to fly higher to any where least of all reach the roof top. But recently i heard through a friend that even when you can not fly physically, you can fly higher spiritually. What do i mean by the word fly? To attend a certain spiritual heights or rather to reach a certain fulfillment spiritually.
I traveled to my village during a festive period and i was made to understand from a masquerade cult that these spiritual heights was very easy to attain, so i went on a journey that i am about to share with you.
I was told that there was a certain mermaid that passed through the village every forth night and you needed a basket full of decayed smelly onions to give as a sacrifice to these female mermaid. Off i went to purchase the basket of decayed onions from Hausa market.
Instead of one basket i bought two and took it with me to the house to await when the mermaid will pass through the village that night.
To cut the long story short, that fateful night, i laid on the mat outside my house as i was instructed by the cult. At about twelve midnight i heard a fearful and horrible sound come out of the gross darkness, and behold the wonder of ages stood before me sniffing angrily at the basket of onions. Then with a loud voice it shouted, “Who disturbs my peaceful walk this night?”
I jumped to my feet and explained my desire to attain the greatest spiritual heights ever. The creature laughed at me and before i could grab a thing i found myself being dragged through a heap of smelly onions poured from the basket to the ground. With hot strokes from the whip i saw myself writhing with pain as strokes after strokes was being lashed at me.
I found myself later on my bed at home my whole body felt bruised and battered from the beatings of the previous night. I laughed aloud at the success of the previous night. My mum was suprised at my attitude and when she confronted me, i told about my victory because i was now operating at a different spiritual level.
And besides, yesterday i was outside the house and these morning i was on my bed and i told my mum “why didn’t you tell me you belong?” She looked at me as if i was mad.
“Belong to what she shouted at me”? “The cult of course, i smiled knowingly! Otherwise how could you see me at all knowing that i was out of the house all night, so you had to belong in order to see me”!
I was later told by members of my family how i was found half dead late that night and was brought into the house where i later regained consciousness.
How silly i must have looked to them. Spiritual heights indeed! With so much beatings? Who could ever reach these heights with such measures and stench oozing out of my body because of the smelly decayed onions?
Dear readers, i need your advice on how to attain these great heights without all these harsh measures and horrible stench.
What else can be done to grow spiritually?
