Dial - Season 1 - Episode 57

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Dial - Season 1 - Episode 57

I took a deep sigh, and called Light Duke Greyhem of the Bare Light International Church.

Eventually, I had to call about seven times more before he picked the call.
“Mr. Biko, I thought we discussed our issues concisely the last time, without any ambiguities,” he said in a cold voice. “To what then, do I warrant this call?”
“Listen, I spent some days with you, okay? My problem is compounding, in a most frightening way,” I said, trying to keep my voice from trembling. “I understand you can no longer help me, and that is okay. I just want to know, you being in this church business, if there’s anybody out there – anybody at all – who you think can be of help to me.”

“Take down this number and the address,” he said curtly.

“Wait a minute, let me get a pen,” I said and sat down at my desk, drawing a jotter toward me. “I’m ready.”
“His name is Prophet Doctor Ekow Dadzie, a powerful man of God that performs many amazing miracles,” he said. “This is his number and address.”

I wrote them down carefully.
“Thank you very….” I began, but he had already cut the line.
I sat for a long time, and then I called Prophet Doctor Ekow Dadzie.

He listened to me, laughed, and assured me that my problems were over, and so I should go over.

I cut the line and breathed with relief.
Quickly, I took a shower, put on a suit, and out of curiosity I went to the mirror to ascertain if, perchance, my black hair had come back.

The reflection that looked back at me was absolutely macabre, causing my heart to thud so nosily that I heard it in my ears.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh!” I whispered with horror.

My eyebrows were white now…pure white!

My eyelashes were white, very white!

And, to cap it all, my moustache was absolutely white.

I almost died at that moment.

The weight of the helplessness was indeed unbearable. I was trembling greatly as I walked to the wardrobe and took a beautiful Stetson I had bought but never worn, and then took dark shades too.

These covered my grey head, eyebrow and eyelashes nicely.

For a moment, I wanted to shave them all off, but it occurred to me that I should keep them so that the powerful man of God would know the nightmare I really was in.

I went out, and as the automatic high-security doors slid down behind me and the highly-automated state of the art gates of my mansion slid open, I saw Akos b0s0mba of Wowo standing outside my gates with a puzzled look on her face.

She was in a fabulous white nursing outfit, a white cap and white flat-soled shoes, and white stockings.

Akos of Wowo…standing right there!

I screamed my head off and twisted the steering-wheel and my car smashed into the side of the pillars!

The engine of the powerful car whined in protest and I looked down and continued screaming.

And then there was a knock on the window, and I looked up, and there she was, standing and knocking on the window and speaking…
And so I screamed some more and raised my arm to shield my face and continued screaming, and suddenly this ghost wrenched the door of my car open…

Now, whoever heard a ghost wrenching a car door open?

And then she was shouting into my face.

“Mr. Biko, Mr. Biko, stop screaming screaming, stop screaming! I’m not Akos! I’m her aunt, just stop screaming!!”

And I couldn’t hear a word she was saying. Well, I did hear her, but her words didn’t make any sense to my terrified mind. She was Akos of Wowo, a ghost in a nurse’s dress!
And then she touched, and I screamed even louder and tried to disappear into the car, batting her hands away furiously, and as my hand touched hers, and I realised she was human, and not a ghost, I stopped screaming and struggling, and I stared at her like a moron.

“Sorry, Mr. Biko,” she said, looking at me with something like laughter in her eyes, a kind of suppressed laughter bubbling in her cheeks. “Sorry I scared you. I couldn’t help it. I look like Akos, yes. We had always been mistaken for twins, but I am not her. Nana b0s0mba is my older brother.”

And just then, around then, I burst into tears, weeping very miserably and trembling violently with self-pity…

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