INSISTED

Ngozi was a beautiful black woman in her late twenties, and her husband, Chike, loved her deeply. They had waited for years to have a child, and when the news finally came that she was pregnant, the joy was overwhelming. But with pregnancy came unexpected challenges.

Ngozi developed strange cravings and unusual demands. She insisted on things that made no sense—waking Chike up at midnight to buy suya from a vendor three streets away, or sending him to look for roasted corn in the middle of heavy rainfall. Sometimes, she would cry uncontrollably if he delayed.

Chike was a patient man. He endured all of this because the ultrasound scan had shown their unborn child was a boy—their first son. In his heart, he believed every sacrifice was worth it. But Ngozi’s insistence grew stranger by the day.

One fateful morning, just before sunrise, Ngozi shook her husband awake.

“Chike, wake up! The baby wants to swim.”

Chike turned in confusion. “Swim? At 5 a.m.?”

“Yes!” she snapped, her eyes teary. “The baby wants to see the beach. If we don’t go, something terrible will happen. Please, I’m begging you.”

Chike sighed heavily. He was exhausted from her endless demands, but he could not bear to see her cry. Besides, what if it was true? What if ignoring her meant putting his unborn son in danger? With that thought, he gave in.

They lived in Ikorodu, and the closest beach was in Lekki, almost a two-hour drive if traffic was light. Chike packed a few things, and they began their journey in the quiet of dawn. Ngozi was smiling all through, touching her stomach gently and whispering to the baby, “We’re going to the water, my love.”

When they arrived at the beach, the waves roared loudly, welcoming them with a chilly breeze. Ngozi rushed to the shore, her feet digging into the sand, her face glowing with excitement. Chike, though tired, followed behind, holding her hand to make sure she didn’t trip.

But then, something happened.

Ngozi stopped suddenly, her eyes fixed on the water. Chike looked too, and what he saw froze his blood. In the distance, a human figure was swimming gracefully in the waves. At first it looked normal—until the figure raised its arms.

Not two arms. Three.

Chike’s knees weakened. He rubbed his eyes, thinking it was a trick of the water. But no—there it was again. Three strong hands, cutting through the waves like a creature not of this world.

Ngozi smiled strangely. “Do you see him? That’s who the baby wanted to meet.”

Chike staggered back, his heart racing. “Ngozi, what are you talking about?”

But she only whispered, “The baby knows him already.”

At that moment, Chike realized he had agreed to more than just his wife’s cravings. Something spiritual, something beyond his control, was unfolding before his eyes.

Questions to Spark Reactions

What would you do if your pregnant wife insisted on something that led you to witness the supernatural?

Do you think Ngozi’s cravings were ordinary pregnancy demands—or signs of a deeper mystery?