Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 2
“Really? You can’t see the inscription written on this wall” I said and pointed to the wall. Perhaps, she is not looking at the exact spot I was talking about.
“Noo. I can’t see anything” she said firmly.
We were still in the middle of confusion and argument when grandmother came to the sitting room.
“Aah..ah. James, you are awake” she said slowly.
“Yes ma. Good morning ma” I paused the argument section and greeted her.
“Please ma, hope you are not the one that wrote that thing on the wall. I saw it this morning while trying to look at the frame” I explained.
“What’s that? What are you pointing at” she asked.
I thought it was old age that was disturbing her sight but I was wrong.
She moved closer to the wall and declared that she can’t see a thing.
Not to make it look like I’m seeing something unusual. I stylishly shove the topic away with another conversation.
“Hope you slept well grandma? What are we eating this morning?. My Dad told me that you’ll cook coconut buns for me” I said revealing my teeth.
“I will, my son” she said and patted my back.
The rest of that day was eventful.
I did some chores in the house and also befriended some boys leaving nearby my grand parent’s house.
They took me to their river and I watched the swim as I couldn’t. They took me to the bush to do some petty hunting.
I was actually given permission by my grandmother.
When I got back to the house in the evening, I was worned out.
Grandma with the help of the house help has already prepared the Coconut buns she promised me in the morning.
I ate four pieces and gulped it down with local palm wine.
That was my first time of tasting palm wine.
As I said earlier, there was no form of night prayers in that house. Everyone sleep when sleep comes.
The moment I finished eating the buns, I slept off on the sofa in the sitting room.
The moment I slept off, the nìghtmare I had the night before resumed.
This time, the two young boys didn’t come to meet me in a room. They came to wake me on the sofa I was sleeping on and this even made it looked more real.
I followed them outside and walked to the tree. I went more closer to the tree than last night.
I was about to go inside when I woke up.
I was sweating really hard, more than the previous night. And when I woke up, it was already morning.
I raised my half sleep eyes to see the frame hanging on the wall.
Seeing the two boys in the frame made the nìghtmare seems real. It seems as if I haven’t woken up.
I was still gawking at the frame in confusion when grandmother came to the sitting room.
“Thank God” I whispered. I didn’t waste time before I stood up to remove the frame on the wall. I just took it and didn’t look up to the wall to check may be there will be another inscription on it.
“Good morning grandma” I greeted as usual.
“Good morning. How was your night?” she asked with her local dialect.
“It was good ma. Please, I even have something urgent to ask you” I said impatiently like someone with crìme case.
“Okay. What is it?”
“I heard that my Dad is not your first son. And, he had two elder brothers. Is that true? I asked anxiously.
“Before I answer you, who told you this?”
“My mother did” I answered.
“Okay. Yes, it is true. It is true that your father had two elder brothers but, both of them were kidnapped the day they clocked 15. They went missing” she explained.
His explanation shocked me.
Although, I knew about the information before, but hearing it from her startled me more.
That means, the two boys are definitely the boys in the frame.
“I have another question grandma”
“I’m listening”
“These are my dad elder brothers right?” I said and pointed to the two boys in the picture.
“Who are you pointing at?” Grandmother asked.
“These two boys ma. They are dad’s elder brother right” I asked again.
“I can’t see the two you are talking about oo. There are only three people in this frame. Your dad and his younger siblings. Moreover, when your dad’s elder brother were alive, they never took any pictures” she revealed.
On hearing this, I fell on the chair like a breadwinner that just got sack letter.
Then I looked on the wall and saw another inscription.
“Your tôrture start tonight”
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