Dial - Season 1 - Episode 51

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Dial - Season 1 - Episode 51

And then the gigantic head of an anaconda slithered slowly out of my car, followed by the shiny, exotic, gigantic body of the horrible snake. I groaned with acute terror and took frantic steps back, my eyes popping, my terror peaking!

I missed a step and fell to the ground hard, quivering with terror!

That snake had been in the backseat of my car all along!

It had ridden with me!

It could have killed me, swallowed me!

I couldn’t breathe as sweat poured all over me! I watched with pure unadulterated horror as the snake slithered on the floor, and then climbed into the backseat of Nana b0s0mba’s car in a never-ending shiny roll of snake body!

It was so frightfully long!

I knew, without a shred of doubt, that I was never going to ride in that car again!

Finally, its tail came out of my car, and moved into Nana b0s0mba’s car.
He had sent that horror to mess me up!
Oh, Jesus!

This man was more dangerous than I had ever thought!
He shut his back door and then he smiled and looked at me.
“Should I help you up from the floor, Mr. Biko?” he asked gently.
“You keep your d--n hands from me!” I screamed in anguish as I scrambled desperately to my feet. “What’s this, man? Why are you doing this to me?”
His face became bleak immediately.
The smile vanished, and the gentleness was gone.

In his eyes was the look of sheer malice, and pure hatred.
“She was my favourite daughter, Mr. Biko!” he hissed acidly, his eyes spewing sheer malice. “She was just a plaything to you, but she was my fuc*king world! You dishonoured her, and you killed her. The question is, why the hell did you do that to me, Mr. Biko?”
I ran my hands through my hair desperately, my face frantic with fear, unable to control my panic.

“Oh, come on, sir, please!” I cried desperately. “I was stupid, yes…but please, I beg of you! Let’s discuss this! I’m sorry, please, so sorry!”
“Sorry my a-s!” he said softly, his calm restored. “You were not even at her funeral, Mr. Biko. You don’t know our customs. I had to bury my daughter in the cemetery of the lost, which is the final resting place of dishonoured people in my clan! I couldn’t bury her in the Black Cemetery where all her ancestors are resting, where I’ll rest when I die! Do you know how that makes me feel? You broke my heart by putting my daughter on your list, Mr. Biko. That was all she was worth to you, just another f--k*d pu**y on your bloody list! But she was my gem, boy, my heart and the apple of my eye!”
I was weeping now.
“I’m so sorry, please!” I cried, holding out my hands. “Please, forgive me! Please forgive me! I’m ready to go to Wowo now, to do anything, anything that will give your daughter honour and let her be buried right! Just tell me what to do, please! I can’t take this torture anymore!”
He stepped close to me, his face grim.

“It is too late now, Mr. Biko,” he whispered.
“So what are you going to do to me now?” I shouted in anguish. “Kill me? Is that it? You’re going to kill me?”
He patted me on the shoulder.
“No, Mr. Biko,” he said softly. “Unfortunately, Akos loved you, and she begged me with her final breath, in her letter to spare your life. And so I will respect the wishes of my daughter. I won’t kill you, Mr. Biko. You’re free.”

He turned away and opened his car door.
“I’m free?” I asked tremulously. “You mean really free? We’re cool?”
He smiled at me and nodded.

“We’re cool. At least, Mr. Biko, I know you will grow old with more experience,” he said gently. “Yes, you will grow old knowing that you can’t always do things the way you feel like doing it. You will grow old.”
He got into his car and drove away.

I heaved a great sigh of relief then.
Finally, the nightmare seemed to be over.
We were cool. Akos, by her kind heart, had begged her father for me, and he had listened.
I moved into my huge mansion, the great beautiful house I had built, the envy of many people, but which was so empty!

I had no family, no friends, no love…just a lonely, lonely life filled with emptiness.
Never had I missed my father so much! He would have known what to do, how to protect me from the horrors I had faced since Akos died.

I sat down in my expensive luxurious living-room and wept bitterly.

I wept for Akos, and I wept for my father.
More importantly, I wept for myself.

Finally, drained, I prepared myself some jollof rice, ate, watched violent movies…and then I went to bed.

Two weeks passed, and nothing happened to me. No attacks, no evil voices, no phones speaking or televisions coming on in spooky ways. No pots, no midnight foods, no white envelopes.

It seemed to me that Nana b0s0mba had left me alone.