By Evans Aboagye Tawiah
I got to my hostel and locked myself inside my room. I didn’t want any disturbance from anybody; be it a sympathiser or friend. I had quietly off the engine of my car and tiptoed to my room to avoid drawing the slightest attention. Even the girl in whose room I slept didn’t know I had returned. I sat on my bed to think of what to do. I had enjoyed life and money to the extent that
I had lots of flashbacks rolling back and forth in my mind.
Top on my list was the Dubai travel. It was simply awesome. From abu d’habi this to abu d’habi that, we explored. The names
sounded so unfamiliar that I couldn’t
remember them. Not to talk of the hotel built in the middle of the ocean where Hon. Clifford and I spent one night. There were lots and lots of goodies on sale and Hon. Clifford really tried for me.
Then the thoughts of Stella, my former
roommate filled my mind. She was
probably still in business and I felt cheated. I felt cheated by nature. I felt cheated by destiny. My plans of purchasing a piece of land and starting off the foundation of my new building
had turned out to be mere figments of my imagination. I shook my head in bitterness. What was more? My academics.
I hadn’t talked much about my academics
because there wasn’t much to talk about. I sorted all my courses at the slightest
opportunity and slept with as many lecturers as were willing to give me marks. I was among the happening babes on campus and sponsored as many female groups as I could count. The first day I drove to school in my new car, the whole faculty was thrown into chaos as everybody hailed me at the top of their voice. I introduced ten babes into the business that very day. Babes who wanted to hammer car the way I hammered. I shook my head as the vivid images flashed across my mind as though they happened yesterday.Then the image of Ray, the client of mine I murdered in cold blood, came to my mind and I shuddered with fear.
For the second time, I looked round my well furnished room and trembled.,I heard a noise sweep across my room and got up to know what it was but saw nothing. The noise swept across again for the second time and this time behind my back and I turned and saw nothing. Then a female voice began to laugh inside my
room of which I couldn’t still see anybody.
I zoomed out of the room instantly without looking back or thinking twice.
I ran to Mirabel’s room for the second time in two days. This time, Mirabel was really worked up. Mirabel was the girl in whose room I slept that night.
“What is it again?” She asked staring at me angrily.
“That same ghost,” I replied trembling.
“But you said you will inform me when you
return and you didn’t inform me again,” she complained.
“I’m sorry dear,” I apologised. “Had lots of things in mind and didn’t remember.”
Mirabel stared at me for some seconds before sitting down on her bed. I sat along with her still trembling. She cleared her throat and began.
“Do you mind telling me what exactly is
happening?” she asked nodding her head in emphasis. “I mean how exactly did all these come about? I mean when did all these start? I mean how did all these start and who did you say is pursuing you?”
“My dear I don’t know,” I lied in the bid to
save face. “It all started that night I ran to your room for no reason in particular.”
“So tell me about it,” Mirabel pressed on.
“I had come back from fellowship,” I lied.
“Had my bath and sat on my bed to apply
cream on my body but on squeezing the
cream unto my palm, I saw blood and at the same time a woman’s voice started laughing at me and I ran to your room immediately.”
Mirabel kept mute after listening to my story.
“You need to see a man of God,” she advised after the short silence. “Let’s go now if you’re ready.”
“Yes I’m ready,” I replied springing to my feet. We drove to the man of God’s place
somewhere around town and luckily for us, the man of God was in his office when we came. He was a middle aged man in his late forties and wore a dark suit.
“You’re been pursued by too many spirits,” he revealed pointing at me. “And the whole lot of them are out to kill you.”
I and Mirabel froze with fear as the man of God made his pronouncements.
“Say these prayers alone when you get
home,” he directed scribbling some bible
verses on a piece of paper. “Say it alone.”
After that he stood up and handed the piece of paper to me.
We stood up and left afterwards but not
without first putting our offering in a large bowl on the table. He blessed us and we left. We got to our hostel and I went to my room to do the prayers. Mirabel went to her own room as well. I unlocked my door and fearfully went inside.“Return my five hundred thousand cedis or
you will never know peace,” an unseen voice declared as soon as I locked the door. The keys I had in my hands fell off and my legs wobbled. Then my phone began to ring.
My phone hadn’t rung for the past two days and I even forgot I had a phone. I glanced at the caller and behold it was Hon clifford. I answered the call immediately.
“For the past three days I’ve had this severe pain at the tip of my penis,” the MP complained as soon as I picked the call.
“Why didn’t you inform me that you had STD?”
“huh honourable ,” I replied nervously. “I don’t have any std.”
“Shut up you liar!” The MP barked. “You
infected me with gonorrhoea and you still
have the audacity to lie to me? We shall see!”
I shook like a leaf as he ended the
call. My entire world was crashing before my eyes and I didn’t know what to do. The duplex he promised to buy for me he didn’t even talk about it but was rather threatening me for infecting him with gonorrhoea. With the last strength I had, I picked up my bible and read one of the verses the man of God had written for me. I couldn’t remember the last time I brought out that bible talk more of reading it.
I read psalm 121 which began thus:
“I look to the mountains; where will my help come from? My help will come from the lord, who made heaven and earth…”
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