One day, as we were saying the morning
prayers, I felt someone come close and when I opened my eyes, I noticed a woman
wearing black, with very long nails, standing next to me.
She asked me to
follow her but I didn’t because my cousin didn’t like interruptions during prayers.
When we were done, I opened my eyes but
didn’t see her again. I asked my cousin where the woman was so I could attend
to her but my cousin didn’t know what I was talking about. She said that I
probably dozed off and had a small dream.
Days later, at the market, I noticed the same
woman following me silently from a distance. I became afraid because she simply
stood a few feet away and stared at me. Also, I didn’t understand why no one
stopped to look at her considering her bizarre outfit.
For weeks, this woman would follow me around
but always from a distance. I didn’t know what to make of it so I didn’t tell
my cousin. One day finally, the woman called out to me and I got very scared
and worried. Immediately I got home, I told my cousin about the strange lady and
we agreed that she would go out with me the next time I needed to step out.
The next day, my cousin and I went out
together. As we walked, I saw the strange lady again and quickly called my
cousin’s attention. However, despite the fact that my cousin was staring
directly at the point where the lady was standing, she saw nothing. I didn’t
understand why because I was staring right at her. But then, I noticed that
like before, no one was paying any attention to the strangely dressed woman and
seeing how they walked past her, it became obvious that they were not seeing
her. And I freaked.
Quickly, my cousin called my father to tell
him what was going on; he laughed happily and said we had nothing to worry
about. He explained that it was the physical manifestation of his deity whom
he’d asked to protect me while I was in the city.
That week, my cousin took me back to my
father’s house. I was crying because I wanted to stay with her in the city but
she said it was not possible as her God and my father’s god were enemies. But she promised that she’d continue with her
financial support of my education. I pleaded but my cousin would not budge.
That’s how I came back home. "
2 comments:
Hmmm! Na wa o!
Strange story. I'm kinda sorry for the poor girl. Just a mix of emotions. It appears the dad is not necessarily bad, just misguided, if i can put it that way.
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