Showing posts with label freak accidents. Show all posts
Showing posts with label freak accidents. Show all posts

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

Monday, March 2, 2015

Entry 12

PANDORA’S BOX I threw my bag angrily on my desk and stormed into the kitchen, I want to yell at somebody, arrgh! I wrote my final paper today and truthfully? I am honest to G*d pissed!! Angry, mad, stark raving bonkers!! I know I spent a better part of the semester enjoying my ’15 minutes of fame’ in the spotlight but please! That lecturer is a witch! ‘Azen’, marine spirit, ‘Ogbanje’, ‘Abiku’, Mammy water even!! It’s all her fault. Would you believe it? I have gone for three days straight with my phone on flight mode, I haven’t returned any calls from ‘mugu’s’, fans and admirer’s, I haven’t even let myself wander if Nneka sat at ‘his’ right or left hand. That should have been important because now I think of it; I have reason to believe that ‘herself’ and Nneka belong to the same mission! The woman comes in 30 minutes late for lectures, locks the door behind herself when innocent people like me who came to class 15 frigging minutes early walked out to buy a stick of gum, spends an hour 30 minutes plus an extra 45 minutes talking about her only and favorite topic of interest; why the price of garri would never drop! As if that’s not enough torture, she goes ahead to take attendance. Attendance!! She is a science teacher for Chris-sake, what has Nigeria’s economy go to do with her course?! It’s a little wonder I feel so rotten. Now, I have to go underground to see if she is ‘block-able’ just in case. Mother thinks am finishing exams next week buh, I lied! She needs my help and am not willing to voluntarily lend it. Some of her ‘conservative’ relatives that do not approve of her way of life are coming over for some sort of family meeting. She believes that if she dangles me in front of them, showing how well she’s done with me as a single mother they would lay off her case. Well, the only way I’d agree to curtsy and bow to a bunch of hypocrites is if she agrees to increase my pocket money by 40% [these are hard times, everyone is hustling!]… I fell asleep and forgot to lock the protector last night! Lucky me, the ‘real owners’ didn’t choose yesterday to do rounds and claim their property. Buh, at the moment, I am in an ‘almana’ tight bus headed to Bayelsa. Impulsive huh? For working so hard throughout the session, I decided to reward myself with a little R&R if you know what I mean. I have everything planned out, three nights and four days? It’s going to be a trip to die for! I’d see the sights; I’d feel the culture buh, make new ‘friends’ even! Then, I’d return home before Nneka goes to check on me at mother’s house. Buh, the way the driver is moving sha, na die o! Ibiela sent a text saying Akuna [a classmate from secondary school] gave birth to a boy the night before. The man responsible is a ‘bloody’ corper serving not too far from where she stays. Who could blame her? When students spend 7 years studying a 4 year course due to strike, missing heads of state, militant unrest, inadequate facilities and what have you, it’s a miracle that the students aren’t buying shares and investing in accommodation allocation’s, as for Akuna et al, blame it on faulty wiring of their biological clock I guess. Buh, its scary though Akuna, Zogie, Rachael and Ama are the Christian sisters of my time, as in the ones wey dey carry bible matter for head. If they are taking prayer sessions to another level with ‘alleluia’ sessions bringing forth children, what becomes of people like me, what of Nneka?!! The bus swerved, I looked up. Was it just me or did the bus driver just run over a police officer? The driver was simultaneously trying to avoid a port hole and the blockade they had built up. He should have seen him struggle to gain control of the bus but the idiotic being [more worried about his loss of 20 Naira bribe than his life] kept flagging him down. One instant, I had my phone in my hand reading Ibiela’s text message and pondering over the rate of teenage parturition, in the next, my hand was on my head [phone flung to G*d knows where] screaming like the child who saw tomorrow. Looking through the window, I spotted water below; a river? I watched in horror, the bus driver was fighting a losing battle; he collided with first an overzealous ‘okada’ rider driving on the wrong side then bounced off a broken down Honda forgotten in the middle of the road. I paused my screaming only long enough to shield my face from broken glass shooting at me from everywhere! Two deaths, am certain. In Nigeria? There is no way they’d survive. Still, the nightmare continued. An ‘ekene dili chukwu’ lorry was charging towards us in full force I doubted it had functioning brakes. There was a ‘Zulu’ chant playing in my head which sounded more like “you’re going to die- you’re going to die”. In a quick move, the driver pulled the steering to the right and burst through the railing of the bridge. The bus carrying me and 13 other passengers was airborne!! An image of me and Max walking down the aisle fluttered, perched and flew from my mind The bus is quiet, time has stopped. Silence. Blood tickles down my face and drops on my once white top. Mine? I try to move but blinding pain halts my attempt. My chest feels heavy, can’t breathe. I am tired. I’d close my eyes for a while - TABBY