Night I Spent With A Ghost Episode 1
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🤷 Night I Spent With A Ghost EPISODE ONE:
I had been living a normal life and was comfortable with what I had till that fateful day when I was just coming back from school with Aishat my friend as usual, cheering and admiring her just like I did every day, was how I used to do, ’cause she was everything to me.
We needed to cross a road for us to get to the bus stop, after the long nuisance vehicle (trailer) had passed, I held her by the wrist and we ran across the road.
Conductors were just shouting, some of them showing their brown teeth, and waving to get passengers’ attention,
“Let’s enter this one,” Aishat said and pointed at a rusty bus that I’m sure must have been used by a series of forefathers.
“No please, I don’t want anything that will stain you for me,” I said to her and she couldn’t help but expose her shiny teeth in a glorious smile.
I sighted another one and it was a bit manageable, so we entered that one, the seat we used was the one at the extreme and the bus’ space remained just two persons for it to full after we entered, and the only vacant seat was the one we sat on, another person entered, which meant, we needed just one passenger to go,
I didn’t get to see the person who sat beside me because Aishat was showing me something on her phone,
When I looked up, I nearly, screamed because of what I saw,
A beautiful girl that had no comparison on earth, her lips alone can make one lose control,
And the most sensitive part was that she wore a mini skirt that expôsed her fair smooth and hairy th¡ghs.
I felt some reaction on my laptop and I was sure that my Ak47 was trying to come out and see for itself.
I needed to remove my eyes immediately because the feeling was becoming weird, I looked at Aishat and she was just busy smiling at her phone,
As I was just lost in thoughts, a voice drew me out of reality and I nearly choked, it was like the voice of an angel, not just an angel but the one that sings with the 24 elders.
I used to tell Aishat that she’s got a sweet voice but then I realized that vanity upon vanity, all is vanity,
“I’m talking to you,” the voice spoke again and I nearly traveled to America by spirit.
“Yes?” I asked as I tried to maintain eye contact with her.
As I looked at her the more, I discovered that every part of her was made up of beauty, her eyes sparked and her lashes blossomed like the lilies of the valley.
“I was asking how much you have,” she repeated,
“How much do you have?”
I asked back, that’s me for you, always replying to questions with questions.
“One thousand,” she replied and I noticed her face was without expression.
“Hmm, that’s quite big,” I remarked with my newly acquired American accent. To be sincere, I never knew I possessed an American accent till that faithful day.
“I don’t think they would have a balance to give for such an amount, you know the charge is just 50 Naira,” I added, still maintaining my American accent.
“Which is why I want to know how much you have,” she replied with her usual mean expression.
“Don’t bother, I will take care of that,” I said hoping to get a Big thank you but what I got was a big silence.
“Oya oo! Your Money there, line by line, hol your change oo.”
The conductor announced in a street vernacular and everyone began to pay till it got to my seat I brought out money and paid for everyone on my seat,
before you start to promote me, just know that the T-fare was just 50 Naira and we were four on the seat, the average woman thanked me but the beautiful angel said nothing, making me think less about her.
I checked Aishat who was just busy with her phone, her smile was just like when a girl is chatting with his boyfriend,
it made me uneasy and I needed to find out,
“what are you doing, “I asked while drawing her into my Bossom.
“What else would I do if not reading your ever-interesting stories,” she said, giving me a sense of relief.
“Which one are you reading?” I asked, my smile emanating like a just-lighted candle.
“Tears of A pregnant virgin”
She replied,
That episode where the street boy went to ask those girls out and one of them púshed him making him fall like the wall of Jericho,” she recited amidst chuckles.
“Can you do that to a guy that gets close to you, no matter how handsome?” I asked with a lame grin,
She looked at me, and I discovered her expression was mean for the first time since I met her,
I won’t do that,” she echoed and I almost coughed in disappointment,
“I will do something more severe than that for us,” she completed her word and my face lit up again,
“Made you scared, I bet,” she said amidst chuckles and I couldn’t help but hold her closer to me.
“Scared is just an understatement, you know I can’t stand seeing you close to anyone, “I uttered with a moody tone.
“You know you’re my joy and happiness, I can never stop loving you,” she said soberly and I nearly broke our agreement by claiming her beautiful lips only if that woman didn’t clear her throat.
“Hem hem, don’t forget you are not alone,” she said amidst smiles and all eyes fell on us.
“Dem, send am go school and na this kind thing em dey do for motor, olodo,” Another woman said môckingly and I wished I had a shell like a tortoise so I would just shrink in.
“Olosho,” Another one cûrsed in Yoruba dialect.
Thank goodness we had gotten to my resident then,
“Owa, “I screamed in Yoruba dialect to the hearing of driver and he stopped,
“See you later babe,” I said to Aishat and dashed out of the bus immediately.
Of course, I would have told her to come spend some time with me but I dare not say that when my day had already been rûined.
It was about 8 pm that evening, I was lying comfortably on my bed, maintaining a supine position, and lost in thoughts, pondering about how my day went.
A knock came on my door and I jumped up happily, thinking that John one of my male buddies came to spend the night with me as he announced earlier.
I hurried to the door, opened it, and did not even bother to check who was there, my whole conclusion was that it was John, I just turned to walk back to my bed when,
“Are you not going to let me in,” the voice echoed.
I looked back immediately and felt sensations all over my body,
“Am I dreaming or what? How is this possible? I rubbed across my face with my wrist and looked again but nothing changed,
Right at my doorpost stood the elegant girl who sat close to me on the bus, smiling charmingly.
TO BE CONTINUED
