The Sacrifice - S01 E02

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The Sacrifice - S01 E02

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 2

I was awoken by a persistent knock on my door, I opened it only to find my dead mother glaring at me. She gave me a hard blow that passed me out. I woke up and found myself in something that looks like a mine. I screamed for help but no one came to rescue me. I cried my eyes out.

My last scream jolted me out of bed. I breathed profusely and was baptized by sweat.

I went to the gallery to sort for my dead mother’s picture. My mom had never shown herself in my dream before why now? I questioned myself looking for a picture.

“Yes!” I exhaled immediately I found it. I sat on my bed and began to speak to her. ” You left me thirteen years ago mother. You never told me what took your life. I returned and found you lifeless on your bed and, you are hunting me. Why mom. Why?” Hot tears rolled down from my eyes to my lips. I embraced the picture and lay back to sleep.

My alarm was unable to wake me. When I woke, the day had already broken and people were then in their respective workplaces. I sluggishly rolled out of bed and made my way to the kitchen.

“Aah!” I cried on top of my voice as I saw a human-like figure in my kitchen. I live alone in the apartment, how come another soul.

“Ma’am, you startled me,” the twelve years old boy said in fright.

“Oh. I forgot” I replied to him. I had completely forgotten that I brought in a lad to my house. I joined him to clear the dishes. And we had our breakfast by ten.

“We will go shopping today to get you some wears okay?”

“Okay, ma.”

I got myself prepared and we left for the market.

On our way to the market, we got to a busy tard road, my vehicle broke down. Smoke was emitting from the bonnet. That was a dangerous spot to have your car parked no get stranded. Hardly to find passersby nor oncoming vehicles. I knew not how to fix the car. And we stood there stranded.

After fifteen minutes of waiting, fortunately, we saw a tax. I flagged it down and we alighted.

“We are going to the market,” I said to the taxi man. He said nothing to us but concentrated on the steering.

Before the market, there is a junction. The same junction, where the twelve-year-old boy told me his story. Three roads connect to the junction, the market, my place and where I picked the boy. To my astonishment, the taxi man followed the other road that did not lead to my place nor the market but to the place I met the lad.

“Oga, I told you to drive us to the market, this is not the way to the market” I was pissed off but he still did not say anything. Instead, he increased his speed.

I realized that we were no longer safe, I started to scream. I looked out through the window and wailed. I tried opening the car door but it was locked.

“We are kidnapped” I cried. “God save us. Help us.” I cried profusely and loom was crawling from my nose. The man drove into the bush and stopped at the bank of a river. He tied our hands and dragged us out. I struggled so hard but ended up receiving hot slaps. I saw stars and everything before me split triple. He made us kneel before the river.

He bowed to the river and started making incantations. I was praying in my mind. Little did I know, thunder roared, lightning serrated the cloud and there was water wave. Fear crippled me and I noticed my body was hot and shaking. I looked far out to the sea and saw men, women, children walking on the sea towards us…

©️ Precious Ifeoma Benjamin