Beware of "Ndi Ekpere" a.k.a Intercessors; they almost broke my patient's marriage

It was Saturday, the rain which had blown her whistle and conjured and compelled all on foot to an aerobic exercise had stopped to usher in my index patient. The green empty card lying helplessly on my table introduced the couple before they sought my permission to ingloriously enter the consulting room.

The weak knock on the door suggested a female patient who walked in accompanied by her husband. My prying eyes scanned their countenances while we exchanged pleasantries. The man was semi-mute which made me fix my gaze on him, changing my lens power to a higher magnification to pick up every clue I need to make my diagnosis but no, he would not utter a word. Yet the expression on his bearless dark face was like a thesis waiting to be published. Even though the metal seats on which they sat were juxtaposed, they (couple) presented a concavo-concave position towards each other as though they intend to repel each other.

After extracting the basic information about the couple, I decided to be more friendly, so I asked with a smile, how may I help you? The woman threw out the complain like a hot tea in the mouth, "Dr. we have been trying but it's not entering" I smiled again to give them hope and rephrased her answer to a more palatable parlance and served it to her, cool. You mean you want to conceive? And she concurred both verbally and dramatically.

This couple have been blessed with a child just two years ago which raised my curiosity, so I asked, why do you think you have fertility issues? This singular question came like an invocation of the god, Hermes, the god of speech/language, which visited the husband and like Zacharaih, restored to him the power of speech. He broke his silence, interrupted the wife's perceived misrepresentation and concealment of the truth.

I'm not bothered, he said, his voice becoming deeper and more audible. My wife is the problem as he pointed at her with his index finger while oscillating them like the wave of a troubled sea. These words was like a hammer blow that drove the wife into herself, she tried to slow him down with a signal from her hand but it was like trying to stop the moving train. I want to do a test, he added. Too many assertions and requests, the ball was now in my court. I had to play it in the goal oriented direction, so I asked him directly, Oga! What really is the problem?

The moment of Truth had come when books are opened and everything done in the dark would be laid bare.
My wife went to a prayer house to ask for prayers for the fruit of the womb. The prophetess who laid hands on her, told her authoritatively that I, the husband, is the cause of her infertility because I have a Low Sperm Count.
After that encounter I have not known peace in my house. It is out of frustration that I followed her today to put an end to this madness...

This is a true story... The rest of the gist is mine.
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