The Ghost Boy And The Female Teacher Episode 9
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Jeremiah turned and looked at me again. Then he drew a little closer to me and positioned his mouth on my ear.
“I think this boy had gotten all this money from the house of the man who trapped him in a coffin” He whispered.
“Maybe the man is a ritualist who uses human for sa*crifice”
Fear gripped me. Then like a thief, Jeremiah turned his head and looked at Somadina quickly, and then turned towards me and whispered again:
“Maybe the man wants to use this boy for ri*tuals… I’m scared but I think we should really help him”
I looked at Somadina quickly. Even though he wore a pitiful demeanour and from somewhere deep in my heart, I believed all he had said and I felt pity for him and I really wanted to help him but, a part in the same heart of mine, still lingered a little doubt and huge fear that I could die. So I turned to Jeremiah and also positioned my mouth on his ear and whispered back.
“What if this boy is an agent of the man he said trapped him, and he probably wants to lure us to the man?”
“No, I don’t think he is…. I see sincerity in him. So, I think we should help him” Jeremiah whispered back.
“First of all, there is no “we”… because you and I, is not gonna risk our lives. We are not making any journey to Abuja”. I spoke out, declaratively as the elder sister that I am.
Jeremiah overheard the last thing I said and immediately, he went on his knees and started to beg me.
“Aunty, don’t block your heart towards me please. You are my last hope. I only have three days to get out of that coffin or be burried forever. Please save me”
Tears was rolling down his eyes. I felt pity and I knew Jeremiah felt pity too because he turned to me, with compassion written over his face.
“Jaci, this boy is sincere. I know your heart have told you he’s sincere but fear is hindering you from deciding to help him. I’m scared too but I think we should try to save him” Jeremiah said.
” Let’s look at it this way” He continued.
“This is an opportunity for us to travel to Abuja and look for Kingsley. After we save this boy, and he gives us a lot of money; we would use some of the money to find our brother Kingsley. Or should I say, we will use the money to look for Bro Chukwuka and sue him to provide our brother for us”
Within a seconds, I thought about what Jeremiah had said; there was huge sense in it. Because, when my father was alive he allowed our second son Kingsley, to go to Abuja with Bro Chukwuka who came pleading that my father should allow him take care of Kingsley and since then, we haven’t set our eyes on Kingsley. When our father died, Bro Chukwuka didn’t bring Kingsley home and he didn’t return home either. At a point, Bro Chukwuka’s number stopped connecting. It’s getting to eight years now, and we’ve not seen Kingsley or heard from him and Bro Chukwuka till date.
I imagined setting my eyes on Kingsley again and bringing him home. How happy my siblings would be especially my mother. Then I imagined that Kingsley were to be Somadina who needed someone to save his life and I’m the someone he’s asking help from. If it were to be my brother, will I just allow him to die? No! I can’t allow Kingsley to die. I need to go look for Kingsley. I told myself.
I quickly held Somadina and raised him up.
“I will help you” I told him. His face quickly brightened.
I stared into his face with boldness.
“I will follow you to that man’s house and pull you out of that coffin and you will be save!” I said with authority. “So prepare your mind. We shall take off tomorrow morning!”
“Oh! thank you aunty!” Somadina’s attitude immediately became a happy one.
“You can go home now and plan with your friends. Make every necessary arrangements including the people that can help us. While I go prepare myself too and also inform my mother and my other siblings about this journey. Then early tomorrow morning, you appear so we can head to the park together and we will discuss about your plans and mine on our way”
“Do as she say, boy! We are in to help you” Jeremiah told Somadina, tapping him softly on his shoulder.
“Alright then. I will get going. Thank you so much aunty” Somadina said and before one would say ‘jack!’, he disappeared.
Jeremiah and I walked to our house to meet our sick mother. I was carrying the bag of money which I took to my room. Later, I narrated Somadina story to my mother and told her I would be leaving with him in the morning. She didn’t support that I should leave because she feared I was going to die but I told her I would leave anyway. Not only to save Somadina but also to look for our brother Kingsley and bring him home.
At night, my family prayed fervently to God to protect me. When I retired to my bed, I couldn’t sleep. I was worried and, although I wasn’t the type that prays too strongly, I found myself praying and kabashing to God every minute, to grant me safety and success to Somadina.
As early as five o’clock, Somadina came banging on our door. I guess he didn’t want to appear into the room where I and my younger sisters sleeps in other not to scare us.
Jeremiah got up, went to the door and let Somadina in. While I was getting dressed up, he interacted with Somadina and requested for the detailed address of his house and that of Shegu’s house and also the names of his parents, complexion and occupation; every single identification of how to locate them, for a reason best known to him. And Somadina gave him a detailed information of everything he needed to know about.
I had already arranged the few things I would be needing into a small bag, so when I was done dressing up, I took the bag and headed to the sittingroom where my Mom, Jeremiah and Somadina were sitting and having some conversation.
Somadina stood up, greeted me and then handed to me a big bag containing another huge amount of money he brought with him as he was coming. This bag of money was five times bigger and filled with money, than the bag of money he brought yesterday.
With a grateful heart and not removing a dime, I thanked him and then handed the bag of money to my mother so she would go to the hospital and start receiving treatment. Then from the money Somadina brought yesterday, I removed the amount that will sustain us on our journey, and handed the remaining to Jeremiah for him to use it and provide the family need while I’m away.
“I hope to return alive soon” I said and bid farewell to my family and headed out with Somadina, to a known transport company to board a car to Abuja.
TO Be Continued…
