Boom! Boom! Boom!
Echoes from the dark slams;
Fear filled the room!
I held my teeth together lest it slacks.
I wobbled frivolously on the bed
My heart pumping at alarming rate;
Shadows of the living dead,
Rolling theirs eyes to and fro the gate!
What has she done?
Leave her alone please;
You evil powers be gone,
Come tranquility and peace.
On top of my voice I screamed,
Like a mad man whose right was denied;
“This must not happen oh God”
Words I said when suddenly I woke up from my dreams.
I roughened the bed spread around my body.
Am I actually in room made of blocks and bricks?
This is just too weird to believe.
Oh God keep Ini for me.
I almost cried but for Deola so nigh,
She won’t understand; no she won’t.
Mysteries so deep in darkness,
I dare not tell her, lest I have dual problem.
Heavenly Father, to You I come,
In lowly estate of a humble heart;
Confessing the evils I have done,
So great and merciful Thou art!
In Your love and goodness please keep Ini,
She is the love of my though I cheat still;
This is no good feeling oh God,
Save her from the wicked claws roaming this guilty sod.
Deola: What’s wrong with you?
Me: Wrong with me? What do you mean?
Deola: Why are you fidgeting? What is the problem?
Me: Fidgeting? Why?
Deola: I don’t know. You tell me.
Me: There is no problem woman. It’s just a cold.
Deola: And you want me to believe that right?
Me: Believe what you want. It is cold, ok?
Deola: Cold? Why didn’t you tell?
Me: I felt it’s not necessary.
Deola: Please Femi, don’t gamble with your life. What you called “just a cold” can lead to other things.
Me: I am sorry.
That night was terrible. I have never had such a pulsating, scary dream before. What is going on for God’s sake? In my dream, I saw a man dragging Ini on the floor. I tried to wrestle her away from the man but I couldn’t. My scream and plea for her release woke me up. Is this a confirmation of her dream. Fear gripped my heart again. Jesus! This must not happen. Deola came back with some capsule and asked me to drink up. She also brought a big blanket to cover my body.
Deola: Please we are going to the clinic together tomorrow. I need to carry out some test on you. You resume Monday, and a weak Femi is the last thing your boss will be looking forward to.
Me: Don’t worry dear. By morning, I will be fine. Let me relax ok?
Deola: No. You’re going with me, whether you want it or not!
Me: And if I insist, are you gonna drag me there? I said I will be fine by morning. Can’t you trust my words?
Deola: Sorry. Goodnight.
I became afraid to close my eyes to sleep again. All I was thinking about was Ini and her state of affairs. If not that I was with Deola, I would have called her line immediately. I la!d down there on the bed with my eyes wide opened. I shut out every form of sleep. I promised myself I was not gonna sleep again until dawn. I la!d still and said nothing, even if possible, not to breathe out. The space in-between Deola and I on the bed is big enough to contain 3 more people. She purposely left that acre of space cos she wasn’t pleased with my resistance and refusal to follow her to clinic. I no fit blame her now. Wetin dey ground now pass clinic matter baby. It is a spiritual warfare. I would have asked her to pray with me on Ini’s behalf but the fear of her chronic and annoying questioning put me off. I resolved however to leave her house as early as 5am under the premise of going to see my boss, a pastor for spiritual assistance, whether she objects to it or not. Little by little, the capsule she gave me earlier began a massive campaign against my resolve not to sleep. After about 20mins of engaging my eyes in a battle for supremacy and dominance, my resistance was breached. I slept like a baby.
The sound of someone moving in and around the room and the bed side woke me up. A glance at the clock hanging on the wall flashed a distress signal: 7:35am! Jesus! This is not what I planned oooo. I jumped out of the bed and made my way into the bathroom. I took my bath, dressed up and was ready to leave.
Deola: Femi what’s going on?
Me: Sorry I didn’t tell you. I booked an appointment with my boss yesterday to meet with him by 8am today.
Deola: Why? What’s going on?
Me: Nothing serious. He said he wants to tell me somethings before I resumed on Monday.
Deola: Femi you’re weak. You need to relax…
Me: Deola I am strong. I need to get going now!
Deola: Why are you always hard on me Femi? Why?
Me: We’ll talk when I get back.
I stormed out of her house, dialing Ini’s number all the way. She answered her phone,
Ini: Good morning.
Me: Thank God. How are you Ini?
Ini: I am fine. You?
Me: I am confused and distressed. Where are you now?
Ini: I am in the vehicle. On my way to work.
Me: Ok. Please let’s talk when you have the chance ok?
Ini: I hope all is well?
Me: By His grace, all is well.
Ini: Ok. See you then.
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