Shall we take a short trip?
Fasten your seatbelt as we take a quick trip into the Aderonke's blog world. I wrote this short piece sometimes ago and I must confess, even though it was pure fiction, it left me quite emotional. I have never seen a writer cry at her own imaginations. I had no one in mind when I wrote this fiction in honour of the dead and the memories left us to cherish but there is someone somewhere who needs the comfort more. Hope you enjoy this piece.
Culled from : www.aderonkemi.blogspot.com.ng
UNDEAD: THE GHOST CHRONICLE
Today, January 26th, makes it 3years since I lost him. It still seem fresh in my memory like it only happened yesterday. I can swear on my life that I really loved him( I still do, no doubt) but the most amusing thing is I never missed him because he lurks around like he were still alive! I really do mean this! I never believed in the existence of ghosts but why won't I, when I'm just a victim myself??
The circumstances surrounding his demise is a pitiable one. He was a victim of a stray bullet. He was walking home lovingly to me on that particular evening from where he went to pick his laundry when he met his death. Life shouldn't have stolen my beau from me!!!!! He was as innocent as a baby! My lover couldn't even hurt a fly. Bubbling with enthusiasm always and a motivator of the weak hearted! I only wished I had the power to rescusitate a soul. I would exert it on him. I want him alive forever!
His name was John. I wouldn't name my child John because even the apostle of old(John the Baptist) who happened to call people for salvation died in an awkward uncharred way( you remember he was beheaded too!) Our love was like a chapter removed from a fairytale.... I have never experienced such reverberating romantic relationship until I met John. He did everything he felt would make me happy. He even got me the apartment I'm presently staying. He only spent 3months with me in this apartment. His ghost has spent the remaining 2years 11months because he never left me after he died.
I would feel him(his ghost) hold me every night and would hear him sing me to sleep like he always does when he was alive. He would clean up for me when I leave for work. He even tickles me most times when I'm behind the computer screen typing away. It looks normal to me bcoz I never wanted him to leave anyway, until I invited a male guest in one day. I wanted to serve the male guest water from a glass tumbler when it fell from my hands and broke. I thought it was normal until a force dragged me away from broken glass and dragged my visitor in the shambles!! This isn't normal! My visitor left that day with bottle wounds all over his body.
That night, instead of hearing the ghost singing me to sleep, it began to cry instead "you can't cheat on me with another man", " don't ever bring a man into our house" I heard the voice say... I was so annoyed and started arguing with the voice.... "It's high time you freed me John! You are dead and I am alive,we operate in different realms. Please let me move on with my life. I've loved you all the while, you would let me go if it was true you loved me too. I can't keep marrying a ghost for life. Please John" I whispered into the silent room. I just heard a rustle nearby and he was gone without the usual cuddles. I cried to bed that night. How i loved this ghost's presence!
I decided this wasn't natural and sought my spiritual leader's advice. He chastised me for not reporting this for long and came now. He prepared some prayer points for me and said I couldn't go into my house for now as the ghost was missing me already and awaiting my return. This sent shivers down my spine. I need to stay free from him once and for all. Enough of the control over my life. Who else would understand my plight except me? He must have hypnotized for me to keep loving him so much. Can ghosts even hypnotize? Well, who knows? All i know is, i must receive my deliverance with the spiritual exercise i am about embarking.
Seven days into the twenty one days prayer, I was the one missing the ghost and decided to sneak into my house for comfort. Like I guessed, he was waiting for me. I wanted to feel his presence around me but instead he was afar off. To me he then said, "I thought I loved you a lot by holding onto you all this time but I only just realized I am selfish and selfishness can't pass for love. Please live a fulfilling life without me. Just cherish my memories with you" he concluded and held me for the last time. Till date, I never felt his presence but I kept his promises of keeping his memories intact.
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This episode is dedicated to our loved ones that we might have lost to the cold hands of death... The only thing we could do is cherish every memory of them with us and keep praying for a peaceful afterlife for them. God bless the dead and bestow on we the living, a ripe, long, fulfilled years.