"Ok, I will confess! I will confess! I don't want to die!" she growled in pain.
"Confess!" Pastor Silas fired.
"Alright... I will," she said at last.
Pastor Silas motioned to the ushers.
"Put a microphone near her."
An usher hurried forward and gently placed a handheld microphone close to Mrs. Naomi's mouth as she remained lying on the floor, breathing heavily.
After a long, trembling breath, she began to speak.
"It was in 1982. I went to visit a friend. Although she is physically dead now, I cannot mention her name because she is still alive in the underworld."
A murmur swept through the congregation.
"She prepared pap and akara and invited me to eat with her. I shared the meal with her, not knowing she had bewitched the food. That was how she succeeded in initiating me into witchcraft."
She fell silent, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
"Go on," Pastor Silas commanded.
Mrs. Naomi swallowed hard before continuing.
