Dial - Season 1 - Episode 56

4 years ago

Dial - Season 1 - Episode 56

I poured a glassful of orange juice, dropped in some iced cubes, and tried to take it with the full-season pizza, one of my favourite dinner options.

That evening, however, it tasted like sawdust in my mouth, but I forced myself to gulp down six pieces, washed them down with juice, and then I went to take a shower.

Still feeling sad and lonely, I got myself a generous amount of whisky on the rocks, put on some slow reggae jams and tried to relax in the living-room. I worked my way through the full bottle of whiskey, got roaring drunk, and passed out on the floor.

Somewhere deep in the night I woke up and stumbled my way to the huge bedroom, and fell down on the bed.

When I woke up again sunlight was filtering in through the blinds, and I was having a hell of a headache and felt so feverish. I took off my pyjamas and walked naked into the bathroom and got some pain killer from the medicine cabinet and swallowed it down with tap water. I washed my face and then picked up my toothbrush and paste.

It was then that I straightened up and looked into the mirror.

The toothbrush, with a generous amount of tooth paste on it, slipped through my fingers and dropped to the floor.
That was how severe my shock was!
I stood there, transfixed with horror, and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I didn’t move, and I made no sound, but tears came into my eyes and bubbled down my cheeks.
In reality, I really didn’t want to cry, no, but the tears fell on their own accord.
I could not tear my eyes off my reflection as I stared at myself.
The hair on my head, which I had given a ‘low-cut’ style, was now back to my usual haircut!

Overnight, the hair had grown back to how I normally wore it…and every little blade of hair was white!
No black.

White!

The hair on my chest and stomach, which the night before had been so black and luxurious, was now pure white!

And, worse of all, the hair on my g---n was pure white. What broke my heart were the tufts of hair on my poor balls looking white like ash on coal..

Not grey, not silver, not mixed with black…no, no.

Pure white! The whole hair on my chest, g---n and stomach was white!

I turned slowly and presented my back and butt0ckz to the mirror, twisting my head to look. There was hair on my back too, a fine covering of black on my shoulders, lower back and butt0ckz.

They were white too!

Only the hair on my arms and legs were still black.
Never had I felt so helpless, so abused, so small! It was a most humbling and wretched feeling, and as I leaned forward and grabbed the sink, I wept bitterly.

After a while, I turned away from the mirror and went back inside. Hurriedly, I took my phone and called Apostle Jacob Williams.
He picked up on the first ring and spoke before I could get a word in.
“Listen, Mr. Yao Biko,” he said carefully, pronouncing each word with a pause. “I gave you back your money with extra, remember? That was because I don’t want you to bring that Wowo man to my doorstep, okay? Now, I don’t owe you anything, and you and I have nothing to discuss. Do not – I repeat – do not call me again, Mr. Yao Biko.”
And he cut the line.