June 14, 2015 at 9:58 am #230875williams kaduna boiParticipant
It’s been a day since I was discharged from the psychiatrist
hospital at Yaba. And Nina has not called. My parents were
ecstatic when I came out of the doctor’s office and told them
that I had been discharged. They wasted no time in clearing
whatever outstanding bills were left, thanked the doctor
profusely and bundled me home like a long lost child. I didn’t
blame them though. I hadn’t seen them in a year and the next
thing they were hearing is I was crazy. And having the kind of
gift that I do, I can imagine they were terribly worried. My
mum keeps on hugging me from time to time, getting quite
irritating. My dad is faring much better. I can tell he is happy
by the way he nods at any suggestion my mum makes. Apart
from that his expression has remained the same. He is more
observant and has noticed that I am anxious about something
and soon he figures out what it is.
I’m lying down in my room trying to read a novel, ‘A mile in my
shoes’. My mum is in the kitchen, having gone to the market
previously. From the deliciously titillating aroma that emanates
from there, I deduce she is making Egusi soup. I can hear her
humming happily to herself and I sigh quietly. I can’t wait for
them to leave. I have to find out about Nina. I have to know
why she didn’t call, why she didn’t visit, if she is alright. I have
thought of calling her many times but I don’t know what
situation she is in and I don’t want to alert Mr A**** to the fact
that I am back and very sane. Not yet. What if I call and he is
with her at the time? Would he feel threatened and harm her in
some way? What if that fiancée of hers has convinced her to
take the pact? What if she has simply forgotten about me and
decided I wasn’t worth being around anymore? Maybe she
believed it that I was a hemp smoker, that everything I had said
I was capable of was just because of the effects of the weed I
was purported to have been smoking? My head was a
spaghetti plate of confused thoughts and it was giving me a
headache. I planned on secretly going to visit her yesterday,
as soon as I was discharged but my mother wouldn’t hear of
it. She didn’t care where I was going, she said. I needed rest,
she said. My house was devoid of soup and stew, how had I
been feeding, etcetera, etcetera. And my dad had nodded in
agreement, not saying a word in my defense. Parents!
The night before had been difficult, I kept tossing and turning,
and when I finally went to sleep I was accosted by Chukwudi
the stronger who wanted to know why I was so restless. It
seemed like a dream but somehow I knew it wasn’t. I found
myself explaining about Nina and my feelings for her. He
laughed, or rather, giggled and asked if we had kissed yet. I
told him yes and he said I should make sure to kiss her again
now that he was awake to experience it. Pervert. Wait, he’s
Anyway here I am this afternoon, the morning having been one
long boring lecture by my mother on how to keep my
immaculately clean house cleaner, how my fridge is devoid of
soup, how to keep my wardrobe neat else I wouldn’t attract
the right kind of girl, (a statement that had so many things
wrong with it but I didn’t want to argue with her) and so on. I
kept quiet and endured until she finally went off to the market.
My father had stayed in the parlour all through, reading the
newspaper when there was no light, watching CNN when there
was, and didn’t say anything at all to me which left me to my
tormenting thoughts until I decided to come to the room and
have a quiet read.
I heard a quiet knock on the door and I looked up from my
novel. My dad was at the door, still holding his newspaper.
“Can I come in? He asked, and then came in regardless. I
shifted over to one edge of the bed while he sat down at the
other end. We sat still in awkward silence for a few minutes
“Does she mean that much to you?”
“Yes,” I said, “Yes she does.”
He sighed. “We are not leaving until we are sure you are
“I’m an adult. I can take care of myself” I replied a little rudely.
“Sure you can,” countered my dad, “That’s why they called us
to come and visit you in the psychiatric hospital.”
I opened my mouth, and then shut it again. Some more
minutes of silence.
“You said the man was responsible for this? And you want to
confront him again?”
“Yes sir.”I replied.
“What about the police?” he asked.
“What about them? I said. “Do you want me to go to the
station and tell them, ‘Come and arrest this man, he made me
mad, he has evil spiritual guardians and wants to steal his only
son’s wife destiny after paralyzing him in an accident’? No
“Don’t call me sir!” my dad said getting angry. “Are you crazy?
Or you enjoyed the madness he dashed you so much that you
want to experience
it again?! And over a girl you have barely known for a year?
“He insulted me, dad…” I said, getting angry myself.
“That’s not you talking. That’s Chuks the stronger…”
“I am Chuks the stronger!” I said, raising my voice.
“You men should shout very loud o, let all the neighbors know
our secret o!” came my mother’s voice from the kitchen.
We kept quiet for a while. I lay back on the bed and closed my
eyes. My dad sat still, looking at nothing in particular.
“I forbid you to go.” My dad said.
“Oh no you can’t sir!” I shouted getting up from the bed at
once. My father looked up at me in surprise. I heard my
mother sigh in exasperation and come out of the kitchen. A
while later my sound speaker was on and blaring Anna
Nalick’s “Breathe”, and then she was back into the kitchen. I
tried to speak calmly.
“Look dad, you don’t understand, I think maybe the reason I
have this gift, this sight is because I’m supposed to help
people, right? Well what if it’s because of her? What if the
reason I have the sight is so I could meet this girl in this world
and help her out? I don’t know why I feel so strongly but I
really need to see her again. I need to know she is alright, that
I didn’t let her down somehow. You should have seen her the
day I told her I could see things! She believed me outright! The
first person I have told outside of my family and she didn’t look
at me like I was some sort of loon! She trusted e to come to
her place and check out her fiancée and now that I know they
have something sinister planned out for her you want me to
just abandon her at her point of need? That’s not the son you
raised. My conscience wouldn’t let me! She’s in trouble and
even if I don’t get anything out of it, even if she doesn’t love
me, I need to know I did everything in my power to help her!”
“Chuks,” my father said
“No wait! And as for that Mr A****, I honestly feel I can do
better this time. Chuks the stronger taught me some things
when we met. I feel he unleashed a lot of hidden potential in
me. And I can feel his anger, his annoyance at being treated
so lightly. I feel it myself. Nobody makes a fool out of chuks.
Nobody makes an out of me! If it takes me using my bare
hands I will make sure I strip him of whatever powers he
“Chuks!” my father said standing
“You can’t forbid me from doing anything for goodness sake! I
am full grown adult-“
“ Your book is on fire! ” he shouted pointing.
I looked down at my hand. It was true; the novel I had been
reading was smoking and smoldering. I gasped and dropped it
and we both stamped on it until the flames died out. I looked
at my hands. It was not burned. My father looked at my hands
as well and then met my bewildered eyes.
“Not a word to your mother. Not yet.”
I nodded in agreement.
“You really feel so strongly about this girl?” he asked.
“Yes Dad, yes I do” I replied emphatically.
My father shook his head sadly. “ I knew times like these
would come. That’s why I tried to send you to a monastery
when you were small, so you won’t have opportunity for such
I raised my eyebrows but said nothing.
“Well, we can’t stay here to monitor you forever. If you are
going to do anything it should be when we are around so we
can get you out of trouble if necessary. Please don’t confront
the man alone, go tomorrow in broad daylight and be back
before sundown. If there is any problem call me or send me
text or something, I’ll find a reason to come with the police.
But if they are no longer around you’ll leave the matter to die
naturally. You are not here to save the world.”
“What about mum?” I asked
“I’ll find something to tell her. That woman does like she
doesn’t know what is going on but I tell you, nothing escapes
her! My battle with her tomorrow is going to be as tough as
yours so please save my life as well as your own and come
back before sundown tomorrow, okay?”
“Okay dad,” I said and suddenly hugged him. It was a bit
awkward because we didn’t do that sort of thing. He grunted
and backed out after a few seconds. It would have been more
awkward if my mum hadn’t come in at that precise moment.
“Akpu and Egusi with goat meat for lunch. Are you
“Yes,” I said, quickly kicking the partially burnt novel under the
bed. “Yes I am.”
*****************June 14, 2015 at 10:34 am #230850zeeGuest
I have never read such a nice story on this site….kudos to you willyJune 14, 2015 at 10:40 am #230851zeeGuest
what nextJune 14, 2015 at 10:49 am #230931FreedayParticipant
expectin d next,great work williamJune 14, 2015 at 11:33 am #230955ewomazealParticipant
I’m eager to read more. Nice write up.June 14, 2015 at 11:36 am #230958Original AnnParticipant
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Keep it rollingJune 14, 2015 at 12:50 pm #230982olaswag3Participant
dis is biafra war season 2……………. letz go dere jawe……. chucks