Tuesday, March 3, 2015

13. When Truth Fails


“Master, my mission is complete. Why do these bonds still hold me captive? Why are you here? Your presence is not needed. You should not be here, it is obvious.” 
“Silence! Insolent fool!! You dare question my might?” 
“No master! Master forgive me, forgiveness master, forgive.” 
“Now go. Return to your charge and see to it that no harm shadows its path.” 
“Oh Master, you do me great justice. Thank you master, I shall return. Yes master, yes.”                                                                                                      - Monitoring spirits                                                                                                   O.Okoh

Initially, the scene was devoid of color, gradually patches of light appear. Splashes of brilliant red dotting a white background which double as a cocoon of sorts. Cries of torment and grief that occasionally pierced through the barrier caused her ears to ring. she noticed the presence of others. they seemed to be moving although not walking. Floating?
Was she dead??
"Where am I?"She attempted to ask though her lips did not quite move.
 She took in her surroundings with the sense of one who embraces the boundary of life and death. Scattered about were disoriented souls not sure of where they belong or if they belonged.
What was their fate? Would they unite with the living or with the dead? Did they get salvation or were they cursed to spend eternity in torment?
Heart wrenching screams, deep throated moans, fear, separation.. Death?
A boat manifests a distance away from her. It is manned by a hooded being with skeletons for hands. It stretches out a bony palm and waits. What does it want? A fee? Gold, Silver, precious memories or items of which are only of value to the individual.
The price is high,  no change is given.
 The boat disappears, more crying.
 Loss.
 Pitch darkness, silence.
A soft glow erupts in a corner. One after the other, the shadows take living forms; a couple of dogs playing poker while a cat refills their drinks.
Darkness again followed by the glow. A repeat of the previous sequence;
this time, humans; two men holding glasses with mouths moving, they appear to be singing, a closer look reveals men identical to Fela and Elvis Presley.
She nods, somehow, this makes sense.
Darkness again.
She loses sense of time. Nothing happens. No glow, no shadows, no apparitions.
She waits.
There is a thunderclap followed by a flash of lightning.
A vicious looking mouse pounces on an unsuspecting  cat and devours it, it looks through her with blood reddened eyes waiting, watching.
Pitch darkness, sobs.
Suddenly, the area becomes cast in a angry burst of blazing amber!
She tries to shield her eyes from the glare but there is no need for this. Somehow, she is immune.
Her vision is unaffected, the heat causes no pain.
A procession of mourners phase through her.  She is drawn to a coffin being lowered into a grave. The sound of a beating heart echos loudly in her head, worms devour the coffin and swallow themselves afterwards.
A initially howling beast morphs into a man and begins to chant the words "it is inevitable and only a matter of time, time to live and time to die".
 Two veiled women in black are walking towards the edge of a cliff both of them in tears. There is a narrow pass, one stands in front while the one behind holds out both palms. Her intention becomes  obvious  after a few more seconds; she means to cause harm.
There is a gust of wind. The veils covering their faces are lifted up briefly revealing their identities. She gasps in recognition, wants to call out but it is too late.
 She shakes her head willing Nneka to be rational.
As Tabby watches her mother plunge to her death, she hears a loud scream, thorn out from the depth of her being
 “Nooooooooooooooooooo!”
She woke up with a start, blinking rapidly she tried to adjust her eyes to the sudden infusion of brightness and take in her surroundings.
She tried to talk but something was restricting her. Before passing out again, she managed to whisper to no one in particular "she seeks my destruction."

  - TABBY

No comments:

Post a Comment