Reincarnation stories are all over the place. We have heard it told in the villagesquare, in the market place, by our elders, parents, and friends.
And in this digital age, all over the internet, there are hundreds of such reincarnation stories flying in the air.
While some have agreed that reincarnation is real, others have argued that there is no basis to support such a superstitious fallacy as reincarnation. According to them, those who claim to have reincarnated are possessed by demons or evil spirit. They opine that according to the Bible, it is appointed unto men to die once, and there is no coming back.
The above schools of thought have never arrived a middle ground of compromise, and might never do so, as both claim to be right.
However, after hearing the tales of reincarnation as narrated by eyewitnesses, one is forced to question if truly this concept isn’t real.
Here Is One Of The Reincarnation Stories As Told By Femi Famure
Some years ago, I lived with a distant maternal aunt, in one of the towns in ijesha kingdom. My aunt, an ekiti woman, once had a very close friend whom I discovered loved her wholeheartedly. I later discovered that the age gap between them was exactly 9 months apart.They were so fond of themselves that if she was to visit our house, my aunt will sing and dance to meet her on the way
Shortly after, she passed on while trying to give birth. At her burial, matchete cuts( incisions)was given to her on her right arm. And some days later, my aunt saw her in the dream telling her what led to her death(That is a story for another day). She told her she is coming back, and told her some other things about her husband, kids and nephew(Osi-kodoro)(me)-That was what she normally calls me if I refuse to run errands for her( just because I’m naturally left-handed).
Fast forward; her younger sister put to bed and lo and behold, the baby girl was a carbon copy of my aunt’s friend. The shocking aspect of it was that she came with the exact matchete marks. To say we were shocked was an understatement.
Recently, I traveled down to ijebu-ijesha so visit my aunt now in her 70’s , and surprisingly I saw the girl for the second time after her birth at the local maternity, she is now a grown up girl. What got me shocked to my bones was the fact that she referred to my aunt as “AWE”- meaning colleague or age mate.
I tried cautioning her in the presence of my Cousins, but to my uttermost surprise, she shouted at me in the local ijesha dialect saying “Osi-kodoro, gbonmire” meaning lefty leave me alone!
I fainted a million times!
Here Is Another Of The Reincarnation Stories
The one that happened in my village is both tragic and comic. A woman lost her boy child a few years ago. And one day, she went to the market, only for one little boy to grab her wrapper, screaming “Mama! Mama!”. The woman was shocked. The market women were shocked. But the boy was sure of what he was saying. He mentioned the names of this woman’s children, her husband, everything.
When the drama became too much, some people followed the boy to the woman’s house. On entering the woman’s sitting room, the little boy saw pictures of the woman’s kids. He pointed at each picture, and mentioned the name. That’s how the whole village gathered o.
The boy mentioned his name, and told them how he died, and WHY he died. At the time he was born into that family, they were very poor. And he didn’t want to grow up in a poor family. So he died and went to a neighboring village, and was born into a rich family.
But luck later ran out on him!
A few years after he was born, the new family suffered some kind of misfortune, and became very poor. By this time, the former family was rich. Very rich.
So the boy held onto the woman o, refusing to go back to his real family. The matter was reported to the chief, and the man after hearing the boy’s story, passed his judgement.
In his words, “If you died and went to your present family, because your former family was poor, you can’t just come now and claim to be a part of them. If you are tired of this new family and want to go back to your former family, you know what to do: DIE, and get BORN AGAIN into this family”. And that was the end of the case.
The boy went back to where he came from, and was never seen again!
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