Opemipo
She rushed into her sister’s house and saw Halimat. She ran
to her, Halimat explained the dramatic turn of events to her and they both
cried. She thanked Halimat for informing her. She headed to her sister’s room
but changed her mind. She had to use the toilet as fast as possible as she had
bowels had been acting up since she got the call that her sister’s husband
died. As she passed the guest room she heard a sharp ‘thwack”. She moved closer
to the door and listened. She forgot her bowels and ran to her sister’s room.
Her sister ran into her arms as soon as she saw her. Opemipo quickly explained
what she had heard to her sister and her sister said she knew already. She
asked her sister what she needed and she left room to go make some important
calls.
Haleem
I was suffocating and struggling against it. I kept fighting
it but I wasn’t winning. So I jumped out
of bed. I was going to run out of the room but the sight I saw stopped me
short. I was here, standing, but I was on the bed with Ibrahim standing over me
pressing a pillow over my head. I felt a sharp pain on my chest, I clutched my
chest and bent over. Just as sudden as the pain started, it ended. I stood
straight and saw Ibrahim look on the other me with sinister eyes and tiptoed
out of the room. I moved closer to the bed and saw my bloodstained face. I was
confused. What was happening? I tried to open the door to go out of the room
but somehow I couldn’t turn the knob, then I fell through the door!! How did
that even happen?! I went to the kitchen and saw my mom there. I was relieved,
she would offer me some explanation. As I got closer, somehow, I could hear her
thoughts. She was happy that her baby had done it, all the money that the
bastard made would go to her son and her. I ran away from there and went back
to the room. I had to get back into my body and get out of here. I have to pick
my wife up from the airport and make sure she does not come back here, to this
evil place. My wife, my beautiful wife. As I thought of her, I heard her voice,
praying. She was asking God for a safe flight and to meet her home safe. If
only she knew. I went to the body on the bed and tried to get back in. I was
still struggling with this when my mom entered the room. She tapped on the body
severally, then produced a handkerchief from her wrapper, she went to the
adjoining bathroom to wet it then proceeded to wipe off the already caked blood
off the face, the nose. Then she hid the pillow. She sat on the bed and looked
at the body for some minutes before she let out an ear piercing scream. From
that point, everything happened fast. The doctor arrived, family members
arrived, my sister arrived, the Alfas arrived, and mummy’s friends arrived.
Then I got really scared. They made preparations to bury the body. Grave
diggers were quickly employed to start the digging. I was in panic. Where was
my wife? I saw her at the airport. I was supposed to go pick her up. I tried to
grab the car keys, I couldn’t. Ibrahim took them and went to the car. I
followed him. I heard his thoughts this time, he was angry at me, wanted my
life and my wife and that was why he killed me. I couldn’t take it. I went back
to the house and hoped somebody would help me. I saw my uncle Rokeeb, I needed
to know if he was on in the plan, I listened to his thoughts, and he wasn’t. I
listened to my sister Halimat too, she wasn’t. They were genuinely sad. I tried
to show myself to them. They didn’t see me. I sensed my wife close by, I could
smell her fear, and then I saw her beautiful face as she ran into the house.
She was made to sit on the chair, and I could hear her thoughts. They were all based
on fear. I stood in front of her hoping she would see me. She didn’t, but she
sensed my presence, I heard that in her thoughts. She just sat there trying to
figure it all out. I beckoned on her to follow me, she didn’t but she sensed me
moving so she followed me. We went into our room, where I lay on our
matrimonial bed, cold. She on the bed, concerned about how cold I was. Typical
of my wife, always concerned. I kissed her on the forehead, I didn’t fall
through her. I went on to kiss her lips, her face, moving down to her nipples.
She took the cue and went on. As she grinded on me, I felt my chest swelling,
swelling till it was going to explode, then I felt that sharp pain again, even
sharper this time. I felt myself floating and the pain stopped, this time
gradually. I opened my eyes and I was on the bed, weak tired and with an
erection. Then she was taken away from me suddenly. I wanted to scream, I
wanted to tell uncle Rokeeb to leave her. But I couldn’t. I heard shouts and
gasps from the sitting room. I started to sense her fear, this time mixed with
pain. At that moment, Ibrahim came into the room again, he was pulling my
trouser up, and then he stopped. He knew!! Fear gripped me even as he pulled
out the pillow from under my already weak head and pressed it to my face. My
heart called out for my wife desperately. She came, along with lots of people.
Ibrahim was off me in a flash. Somehow, the room was empty again. I heard Uncle
Rokeeb barking out instructions. I called my wife, she put her ears to my
mouth. I told her “Trust nobody”. She nodded.
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Haleem kissed his beautiful wife as she finished saying her
prayers. He had also just finished his afternoon prayers. He loved how their
different religions didn’t deter them from loving each other and loving God. They
still had a lot to unpack since they had just made their final move into their
new home at Abuja. Haleem had left the house he built in Lagos for his
relatives. He gave his brother a car and some money. That was the last thing he
was going to get from him. He had told them he was moving to Port Harcourt
because he wanted to monitor his branch there. He hadn’t told them that he knew
how he had died and the motive. It had all been simply attributed to the work
of ‘enemies’. Haleem knew who his real enemies were, so he ran away from them,
making sure they didn’t know he knew. Since they wanted him dead, he would stay
dead to them.
The End.
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