If I was a human, reading such a very heartbreaking message would have sent cold down my spines, and at the same time, My face would have embraced all the evidences of heat. My legs would have doubted their ability to carry my big body, and my legs would have been shaking in protest of the weight imposed on them. My head would not have been left out of the issue, as different sledge hammers would have been going to and fro in my big head. The worms in my stomach would have started a peaceful protest to show their great disapproval towards the sudden hunger that would have attacked me. But, all these did not happen, and I don't know why. I don't know if it was because I was a ghost or if it was because I've been seeing some of their secrets bit by bit. Mena dropped her phone after typing some other messages, and she resumed back to her sorrowful mourning mood. "So, I am not the father of Tade?" I asked myself. I went into the visitor's room where my mom slept with Tade. My mom just finished bathing for him, and she was changing his clothes. I looked at the almost-two-years-old boy I had catered for since he started forming in his mother's womb, and I could not believe I have been a fool all along. I moved closer to Tade to look at his face, and it was that moment I observed the close resemblance Tade has with Chike. "How come I didn't observe it all this while?" I questioned myself again...
A rush of breeze found its way into the car and the breeze was strong enough to wake me from my sleep. My playlist was playing one of my favourite tracks as I observed that one of the earpieces has fallen off my ears. "So, it was all a dream." I wondered. I looked around to be sure it was indeed a dream, and my mind was at peace when I saw the old man who got stucked between two chairs when the car had an accident. The poor old man was sleeping soundly, making a very annoying sound. "Thank God it was all a dream." I said to myself again. I couldn't stop my mind from reflecting over the dream, and I was forced to ask myself if Mena could ever do the things she did in my dream. "Is my sister truly pregnant?" I asked myself. "Can Mena really poison me?" I wondered still. "Can Chike truly be the father of my second child?" My mind wondered. Series of questions raced through my mind within those few minutes, and I was not sure of what to believe, and what not to believe. I was yet to get answers to the numerous confusing questions that found their way into my heart when my phone rang. Mena was the one calling. I hesitated before picking the call. "Could it be true that Mena is having an affair with my best friend? Does she really have it in mind to poison my food tonight?" I asked myself as I picked her call. She asked where I was at the moment, and if I had called the children's principal. My mind was at rest when I heard the way Mena sounded over the phone. She didn't sound like a cheating wife, neither did she sound like a husband killer. But, fear ran through my mind when she said, "don't worry. I'll cook your favourite meal for you as dinner." I kept quiet, not knowing what to say. Then she added, "will you prefer your beans with bread or pap?" I could not help but end the call. Beans and bread for dinner again? "Could it be that my dream would come to reality?" I asked myself. Cold fear ran heavily through my veins when all of a sudden I remembered that my initial dream started with an accident where I died in the same bus, and I died because I didn't use the seatbelt. Immediately, I checked to see if I was using the seatbelt, but I wasn't. It was the very moment I tried to reach out for the seatbelt that our driver wrongly over-took on a one-way lane. The next thing I heard was a big loud bang, and that was the last thing I also heard.
>>>>>>>>>EPILOGUE<<<<<<<<<<
One thing is certain to be the fact in this world. We run up and down trying to be successful and famous. We wake up early and go to bed late, all in the name of getting rich. We easily forget the fact that, "a man can receive nothing except it is given to him from above." We also forget that, "except the Lord builds the house, the labourers build in vain". "Not of him that runs, nor of him that wills, but it is of God that shows mercy". What do you think would be the wish of a man who dies without giving his life to Christ? He would have only one wish. That is, to come back and re-live his life. But, don't forget, "if wishes are horses, beggars would ride."
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© 2015. Austus Ofmat Nwanne
I'm very sure you have alot of questions to ask concerning the story. Some of you will like to know if Mena would poison her husband. Some would even still want to know if the man eventually died in the fresh accident. But, my answer to all your questions is simple. In life, we have so many questions. Some of these questions, we get answers to immediately. Some, it takes a while before we get the answers, and some, we simply don't get answers to them at all. All glory be to the Lord God Almighty who is the source of my inspiration. Join me again next week as we take yet another mind-blowing story. Don't miss it.
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