Tag: The Ghost Boy And The Female Teacher

  • The Ghost Boy And The Female Teacher (Episode 8)

    The Ghost Boy And The Female Teacher (Episode 8)

    The Ghost Boy And The Female Teacher Episode 8

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    πŸ™Ž The Ghost Boy And The Female Teacher Episode Eight: 🀡

    The moment school dismissal bell rang and all students gathered to say their closing paryer, I sighted Somadina at the end roll of his class line and a voice in me suddenly predicted that Somadina would try to follow me home. I didn’t want that to happen so I decided to dodge so he won’t see me in school as they dismiss and also when I’m walking home.

    When school dismissed, all the students went home, remaining teachers. I was happy that all the teachers had to wait behind. In my mind, Somadina would be gone by the time I would start going home.

    When it was teacher’s time to go home, I carried my bag and walked out of the gate, carefully looking behind and around me to be sure Somadina wasn’t hanging around, waiting for me. But I didn’t see him. Then I started walking home, also looking behind me at intervals, to be sure he didn’t appear suddenly and started following me. I even followed zigzag roads and shortcuts so as to confuse him should he be following me without me noticing.

    When I got to a distance and was sure Somadina wasn’t following me, I started pondering about my encounter with Somadina being a ghost boy and why God had to allow him stuck me on a day like this; being my first day and first time as a teacher. Was he truly a ghost?

    Later, I started pondering about what my family will eat as there was no food in the house when I left for school.

    Getting to my house; a two rooms apartment with a rusted zinc, situated in between a three and a five story buildings, being the only property my father left us before he died, aside our house in the village.

    I was sluggishly unlocking our compound gate so as to walk in, when someone suddenly spoke from my behind:

    “So, this is where you live?”

    I startled and turned, only to see Somadina standing behind me like a demon who was on a mission.

    “Jesus! Somadina! How did you come here?” I shouted. My heart was racing heavily like someone who was chased by a ghost.

    “I came here by appearing…” He said.

    I was shocked even though, I already knew he was a ghost that could appear and disappear to wherever he wanted. Though, according to what he told me; I’ve never seen him appear or disappear.

    “So how did you know I was here?” I asked.

    “My friends told me you were here. They were following you but you didn’t see or notice them because they were invisible”. He said.

    “Ah Gosh!” I whirled. I forgot he had two ghost friends who were invisible. It can only be them who would follow me without me seeing them judging from the way I had hurriedly followed zigzag and shortcuts roads and was carefully looking behind me to be sure Somadina wasn’t following me. All my efforts was just in vain. I said in my mind.

    “So why did you follow me? What do you want from me? I asked angrily as if I didn’t know his reason for following me.

    “I’m here to speak to you, Aunty” He answered calmly, still standing like a demon on a mission.

    “If it’s because of your request, I already told you… I have to think about it. So go home. I will get back to you in school tomorrow”

    “Please aunty, you have to decide before four o’clock today, so we can conclude if we are to board a night bus or first bus tomorrow morning”

    I glared at him in a manner that insinuate: this boy must be out of his mind.

    “So, at the detriment of my life, you are giving me condition?” I glared at him more.

    “I’m sorry aunty. Just that I don’t have much time left” He said.

    “I don’t blame you” I ignorantly said and opened our gate and walked inside then I locked the gate, leaving him outside.

    The moment I turned around so as to walk to our house, I saw Somadina standing on my way.

    My mouth opened unconsciously in surprise. Like how did someone I just locked outside managed to enter inside the compound?

    “Have you forgotten, aunty? I can appear and disappear” Somadina said.

    “Oh!” I said, not knowing what to tell him.

    “Please aunty, allow me stay with you, till you decide” He said.

    “If you stay, I won’t concentrate. You need to go so that I can think deep and make a decision peacefully. Besides, where will you sleep if I allow you to stay?”

    “Don’t worry about where I will sleep aunty”
    “No Somadina, you should go to your home. I will decide and let you know about my decision tomorrow.”

    “Please aunty, you need to decide today. Tomorrow may be too late, please” He knelt down and started begging. “Please aunty, please!”

    That moment, my immediate younger brother by name, Jeremiah, returned from his master’s workshop, where he goes to learn mechanic. After our father died and Jeremiah wrote his Senior School Certificate Examination, he has been going to Oga Mega’s shop to learn mechanic and he usually return in the evening. God knows why he had to return early today.
    Somadina was still pleading with me when Jeremiah approached us.

    “What is this school boy doing here, Jaci?…” He asked “…and why is he kneeling down?”

    “Just go in; it’s not something serious” I told him, casually, concentrating on Somadina.

    “It’s something serious Sir!” Somadina intrude immediately. He stood up and faced my brother, to begin to tell him, only God knows what.

    “Don’t worry Jerry, go and attend to what brought you home, so you can go back to the workshop on time” I quickly intruded.

    “Don’t worry, I’m not going back to that workshop ever again. I can’t endure my boss and his wife’s attitude anymore” Jeremiah blurted, making an angry demeanour.

    “Why? What happened?” I asked quickly so that he would start explaining and I would then deviate to a different discussion and lead him into the house, there by forgetting about Somadina’s case.

    “It’s still the usual torment from my boss wife, just that today’s own came with muscle and I couldn’t endure it” He answered.

    “What did she do?” I asked as if I didn’t know how Mr. Mega’s wife had been treating my brother from the very first day my mother begged and paid Mr. Mega a little sum of money, to let Jeremiah learn mechanic work in his shop. Even though Jeremiah doesn’t sleep or eat in Mr. Mega’s house, Mr. Mega’s wife always make him go to their house and do all her house chores including cooking and by the time, Jeremiah will be done with those chores, he would be left with little or no time to learn the mechanic work my mother had paid for him to learn. Mr. Mega doesn’t caution his wife. He behaves like man whom the wife controls. And Jeremiah had always complained about these mistreatment to us and my mother had always encouraged him to endure and I knew about it, yet I wanted him to explain it, just so I won’t attend to Somadina. I never wanted Jeremiah to know I was talking to a ghost boy let alone hearing the deadly request he’s asking me to grant him.

    “Don’t worry Jaci… I can’t start explaining; you already know what they always do to me. Just tell me what this school boy is doing here. What’s the something serious he’s talking about…”

    I was going to say “it’s about school work that he wanted me to pardon him for not solving” but before I could say: “it’s…” Somadina had already voiced out that he needed me to go set him free from the coffin where he was trapped and he had no much time left. He was pleading and crying.

    I knew Jeremiah was tough and courageous. He had heard stories about ghost so I didn’t think he became scared or shocked to hear Somadina’s story. Instead he was touched by his humble pleading and tears because he just went ahead and asked: “Where is the coffin that you’re trapped in?”

    “It’s in Mr. Faheem’s secret room… in his house at Abuja” Somadina said.

    “Woh! That’s a far place” Jeremiah exclaimed. “So how do we transport ourselves to Abuja should we consider to help you?”

    “I can get us some money right now” Somadina said. “Infact, hold on for a minute” He added and disappeared immediately and within a twinkle of an eye, he appeared with a bag; the size of a lunchbox.

    I was shocked. I’ve never seen someone disappear before my eyes. Now I believe Somadina is truly a ghost.

    “Here is some money” He opened the bag and it was filled with money; huge amount of money.

    My mouth opened unconsciously in surprise. I’ve never seen that huge amount of money before.

    “This is huge amount of money!” Jeremiah shouted.

    “This money is just a token. There is much more from where I got them and I can give all to you. Just safe my life please” Somadina said.

    My mouth opened more. I looked at Jeremiah. His mouth and eyes were also opened. For a moment we were astonished.

    Jeremiah turned and looked at me, then he turned to Somadina.

    “Did you say there is much more money from where you got this ones?” He asked.

    “Yes! There is a whole lots of money from where I got this one. Lots of money that almost filled up a room” Somadina answered with demonstration of how large the money could be.

    Jeremiah turned and looked at me again.

    TO Be Continued…..

  • The Ghost Boy And The Female Teacher (Episode 7)

    The Ghost Boy And The Female Teacher (Episode 7)

    The Ghost Boy And The Female Teacher Episode 7

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    πŸ™Ž The Ghost Boy And The Female Teacher Episode Seven: 🀡

    “Do you want to send me to my early grave Somadina?” I asked, looking suspiciously at him.

    “No aunty! Please don’t think that way. I won’t let any harm come to you”

    “How am I sure you won’t disappear once I agree to help free you?” I asked.

    “I won’t disappear aunty. My friends and I will do our best to protect you”.

    “Your friends and yourself will do your best to protect me, you say?”.

    “Yes aunty!” He answered and nodded.

    I eyed him angrly. Like did he hear himself at all?

    “You didn’t even say you and your friends will certainly protect me. It is you and your friends will do your best… How does that sound to you?” I said angrily.

    “I’m sorry aunty. I didn’t mean to sound that way but I assure you, my friends and I will definitely protect you” He reaffirmed.

    I stared at him in a manner that expressed belittling someone with the question of: how can he and his friends protect me when they couldn’t protect themselves? Lingering in my mind.

    “How will you and your friends protect me? What are the measures you will take?” I asked.

    He lifted his eyes to the ceiling, and for a moment he kept looking at the ceiling, saying nothing.

    “So you and your friends don’t even have a ready plan on how you will save me? And you want me to embark on a deadly journey?…” I asked.

    “…So If I should say let’s go now, and we start going to God knows where you will take me; and paraventure we arrive the place; and I enter the secret room and finally sees the coffin and tries to open it to set you free; but suddenly Shegu’s father demonically appear and tries to kill me and I shout:

    “Somadina! Save me!”… So this is how you will just keep quiet and I will be faced with my untimely death? You and your friends will just watch me die for a crime I didn’t commit? For helping you?”

    He brought down his face quickly.

    “No aunty, I will not keep quiet; I will not let you die!” He started demonstrating.

    “If Shegu’s father tries to do anything to you, we will fight him”.

    “You will fight him?”

    “Yes!” He nodded

    “With what?” I swing my head. “With what will you and your friends use to fight him?”
    I sounded almost harsh because I was beginning to get provoked.

    “Our powers” he answered.

    “Chai God!” I exclaimed angrily with a demeanour that says: this boy thinks I’m here for child’s play.

    “Your powers?” I said scanning my eyes on his muscles and all over him.

    “Yes!” He still affirmed and that got me provoked and I asked angrily:

    “Do you have spiritual powers?”

    “No!” He wagged his head.

    “Do you have magical powers?”

    “No!” He still wagged his head.

    “So how do you and your friends intend to protect me? With what powers are you going to use?”

    He turned his face a little up, towards his left; the direction his ghost friends were. Then he paid attention as if his ghost friends were telling him something. In twenty seconds time, he turned his face towards me and said:

    “We will use Mr. Patty’s power”

    I looked at him angrily and weakened of not knowing what to say or do to him. Like I’m talking about something that is equivalent to life and death; a death that one would embark on and may never return and he was talking like it was a movie we were about to act. He noticed I was beginning to feel paranoid towards his response so without asking him who his Mr. Patty was or about his plans, he started to explain.

    “Mr. Pat is a living ghost who has magical powers and he’s a friend to my friends; Shegu and Goerge Solomon. We will contact him and he will help us. So don’t worry, he is going to help us save you”

    “Okay!” I said and remained quiet. In my mind, I was praying that break time should be over so that the school regulator will ring the bell and everyone will go back to their classes and I will go back to the teaching work that brought me to that school, not listening to a request that wants to send me to my early grave.

    He looked at me. I refused to let our eyes meet.

    “Aunty, is it only ‘okay’ you will say?” He asked.

    “What else do you want me to say? I came to help you but You aren’t bringing up a better plan of helping you incase I become the captive. I can’t go to save you and end up dieing. I’m the bread winner of my family as we speak now. My father is late; my mother is seriously sick; my younger siblings are still in school and they are all depending on me. I can’t go and die” I said

    “You won’t die, aunty. I promise. Please help me”

    “Now that I’ve heard your wish and how you don’t have any plan of saving me if I should embark on the journey of your wish of no return. I will like to go home and think about it and decide if I want to die young now or not” I told him.

    That moment, the school bell rang. It was break over warning. I felt relieved.

    “Somadina, you can go back to your class now” I told him and made to stand up but he quickly grabbed my hand.

    “Aunty please, I no longer have time. Shegu’s father is going to burry me in three days time. If you don’t help me prevent him, I will be dead forever. Please aunty, let’s start going to his house today or tomorrow morning” He said, sounding serious and pitiful.

    “I can’t go to Shegu’s house without you telling me the proper plan you and your friends had already drafted towards saving my own life should the man tries to k*ill me”

    I forcefully remove my hand from his and stood up.

    “One more question” I said.

    “For all this while you’ve been trapped and roaming about on earth, did you try to reach out to your parents?”

    “The few times I tried to tell my Mom that I was trapped in a coffin; she panicked and became unconscious. I feared she would die, so I stopped going to our house”

    “Did you try telling your father?” I asked.

    “No! My father doesn’t believe things easily, so I didn’t bother going to him”

    “Anyways, if paraventure, I decide to go and die for you; which I know I’m never gonna make such decision; we will need to alert your parents because their help would be needed” I said and started to walk my way out.

    He quickly stood up and followed me.

    “Aunty please, you need to help me, I beg you. If you want, you can come up with your own better plans. Anything you say I should do, I will do it; Just make up your mind to help me please. I only have three days left and the journey to Shegu’s house is far; it could take a whole day to get there”

    I stopped and looked at him, he was in crying mood as usual and tears were already rolling down his eyes.

    “Did you just say, Shegu’s house is far?” I asked.

    “Yes aunty!” He answered. “His house is in Abuja and my house is also in Abuja.”

    I widened my eyes in wonder and fixed it on him.

    “And it is this Abuja house that you want me to go and set you free?” I asked.

    He nodded swiftly, looking at me but avoiding an eye contact with me.

    “So you want me to travel from here to Abuja” I said in a half statement, half question tune. “You want me to travel from Abia State to the big city of Abuja; a journey of about twelve hours?”

    My eyes was still widened and fixed on him.

    “Aunty, that’s why we need to start going today or tomorrow morning; the journey is too long…” He said, still avoiding to have an eye contact with me.

    “…if it were to be only me, I will just disappear to Abuja as I always do. But you can’t disappear and I have to go with you, so we have board a car. Or do you want us to go by flight?”

    I eyed him.

    “Somadina, I’m yet to decide whether I want to die now or not! So please, go back to your class!” I told him and walked hurriedly to my assigned class.

    TO Be Continued…..

  • The Ghost Boy And The Female Teacher (Episode 6)

    The Ghost Boy And The Female Teacher (Episode 6)

    The Ghost Boy And The Female Teacher Episode 6

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    πŸ™Ž The Ghost Boy And The Female Teacher Episode Six: 🀡

    I took Godwin Somadina to the computer lab, being the first place we met. I requested the permission of the computer teacher to have a quiet discussion with Somadina inside the computer lab and he accepted. The computer teacher provided a seat for me and Somadina at the extreme end of the hall where he won’t be able to hear our conversation.

    When we got seated, facing each other, I cleared my throat and asked: “Now tell me, Somadina. What is the wish that you wanted me to grant you?”

    He averted his face towards his right, saying nothing but looking at what only him can tell and acting like he wanted to cry.

    “Come-on dear” I said calmly and held his face with my both hands and repositioned it towards my direction, so that we can be looking directly at each other’s face. Then looking into his face, I said: “Go ahead Somadina… tell me what is it that you wished for. I’m here to help you”

    He still didn’t say a word. I saw tears clouded in his eyes and he tried to fight them from dropping.

    After some seconds of silence, he finally spoke.

    “For the past six months Aunty, I had wished and prayed I find someone who will help, save my life” His tears started to drop.

    “… and finally God sent you my way…”

    He paused and with the back of his hands, he wiped off his tears.

    “… so my wish has been granted. It’s your help that I badly needed now in other to make my wish complete. If you don’t help me, no one else will. So please aunty, I pray you help me and not say No” He said, still whipping his tears and fighting back others from dropping through interval sniffing.

    I was touched by his emotions and at the same time I was moved by his wise response. Maybe God has sent me to him truly. For me to be the only teacher who did not just notice his depression but is also seating here to listen to his request; maybe, God wants me to help him. Maybe he wants to answer my prayers through him. I told myself.

    “Now tell me, what help do you need me to do for you?” I asked.

    “I need you to set me free” he answered with a crying voice and uncontrollable tears rolling down his eyes.

    “Set you free?” I looked at him confused. And in a manner that says ‘this boy have started his weirdness again’ but I still kept my cool.

    “I am trapped in a coffin, aunty” He said calmly as if he was whispering, yet with crying voice.

    I looked at him, making a wondering demeanour. Is this boy trying to scare me or what?

    “I’m really trapped in a coffin, aunty” He repeated. “Please help set me free”

    I drew backwards and looked at him more. How can somebody that is seated right here with me and I’m seeing him with my two naked eyes tell me that he is trapped in a coffin?

    “Is this a joke or what?” I asked

    “This is not a joke aunty. Please believe me”

    He lowered his head and started crying out loud that someone could hear him.

    “I’m really trapped in a coffin aunty. I’m really really trapped in a coffin. Please help set me free. I beg you..” He said repeated.

    I felt pity for him but a voice in me started telling me and trying to make me realize that I was physically seating and talking with a boy who could be a demon or a ghost. Fear gripped me and my mind started to skip. I felt like walking out on him and never to speak with him so as to save myself from demon or ghost attaching me afterwards. But then, he raised his head and looking at me with a red teary eyes he started to beg.

    “Aunty, please I no longer have time. The man who trapped me in a coffin is planning to burry me in three days time. If you don’t save me, I will be gone forever. Which means I will never set my eyes on my parents. Please save me aunty! My mom misses me too much. I want to see her again. Please set me free aunty!”

    Tears were rolling furiously from his eyes. His emotions were infectious and pitiful. I couldn’t resist it so I asked.

    “How do I set you free?”

    “You will have to go to his house; into his secret room and let the coffin where I was trapped open. Then stroke my forehead with his secret wooden craft and re-say the words he said that got me trapped” He said.

    “You would have said I was going on a suicide mission or the end of my life mission because this kind of mission is not something I will embark on and still return alive” I told him feeling scared.

    “You will return alife aunty. My friends will protect you” He said.

    “Your friends will protect me, you said? I asked furiously.

    I was eyeing him in the manner that insinuate ‘is this boy out of his mind or what?’

    “Yes! My friends will protect you” He affirmed and I became provoked.

    “What friends?” I sparked.

    “Shegu and Goerge Solomon” He answered, pointing and looking at his left as though some people were standing beside him.

    Then, suddenly, as if he was out of his mind, he started speaking to himself or should I say, he started looking at his left at intervals and speaking to the people only him was seeing.

    “No! I have to tell her about you guys……. (He paused)

    “If I don’t tell her now, when will I have the time to tell her? …. (He paused)

    “Guys, you people are arguing too much. We don’t have time. I no longer have time. You people are already dead. I dont want to die(He paused again).

    “At least I still have hope of living again. (He still paused).

    “I have to tell her, whether you like it or not….

    I kept waiting patiently for him to be done discussing with, God knows who. Then he turned to me and started explaining.

    “Shegu is my childhood best friend. Our houses is two poles away from each other and he’s the third son of the man who trapped me in a coffin…”

    “My God!” I shouted inadvertently.

    “Does her shout sound like she is afraid?” Somadina asked, looking towards his friends and I realized he was referring to them.

    “No! No! That wasn’t a shout of fear. You can continue” I intruded

    “You see? She wasn’t scared” He turned and said to his friends again and then turned back to me.

    “…And about Goerge Solomon. He is the friend I made in this school who got missing. He didn’t really went missing, he was killed by Shegu’s father when he followed me to Shegu’s house to set me free from the coffin”

    I widened my eyes and mouth slowly and unconsciously. I wasn’t sure if I widened them because I was surprised of what I heard or because I felt fear ran through my entire body as the thought of “This boy wants to send me to my early grave” emerged in my mind.

    TO Be Continued…..

  • The Ghost Boy And The Female Teacher (Episode 5)

    The Ghost Boy And The Female Teacher (Episode 5)

    The Ghost Boy And The Female Teacher Episode 5

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    πŸ™Ž The Ghost Boy And The Female Teacher Episode Five: 🀡

    During break, two SS3 students came to me. Girls to be precise.

    “Good day ma’am” The greeted respectively.

    “Yes? Good day…. And who are you?” I asked.

    “We are SS3 students Ma” One of the girls said “I am Janny and this is my friend Favour” She added

    “Yes?… Anything for me?”

    “Ma, please we are sorry to bother you but we are concerned about that boy. He has been crying since you left our class” Favour said

    “Please what did you say to him Ma?” Janny intrude.

    “Which boy are you talking about?” I pretended not to know.

    “The boy you taught financial accounting” Favour answered.

    I remembered Godwin said people hardly call him by his name. So I wanted to know if they knew his name.

    “Doesn’t the boy have a name?” I asked, staring into their faces.

    “Emm… Emm” They thought for a while. I waited, watching them think. Few seconds laters Favour said:
    “Aunty, I think his name is Gody.. Goodwill or Godwin”

    “You’re not sure” I said and started flipping through my lesson notes, to make up the ones I’m yet to complete.

    “No aunty, his name is Godwin Som…. Somo…. Something that started with Som; I can’t really recall the second name” Janny replied.

    “So you don’t know your classmate’s name?” I paused and looked at their faces, acting like I was disappointed.

    “Not like we don’t know his name Aunty; it skipped our mind” Janny answered.

    “Why did his name skip your minds? Is he not a human?”

    “It’s not like his not a human aunty…” She paused and murmured “though I’m not really sure” Then she louden her voice again “…just that he’s kinda strange and he doesn’t like talking to anyone”

    “So he doesn’t have a close friend? Is that it?”

    “Yes he doesn’t have a close friend but he used to have” Favour answered.

    “He used to have and what then happened?”

    “The boy got missing” Favour said and paused.

    “The boy who used to be his friend got missing?

    “Yes!”

    “How? I don’t understand” I said, staring at their faces, with a quest for more information expressing on my face.

    “Aunty let me explain” Janny intrude. “When this Godwin boy newly came to our school, he was acting weird that everybody avoided him. The only person that managed to tolerate and talk to him, was one of our classmate boy named George Solomon. Soon they became close and started going home together. After they left school on a faithful Tuesday, George Solomon got missing”

    “Did they leave the school premise before school dismissal?”

    “No! The left school after dismissal, when every other students were leaving but coming to school the next day, we heard that George Solomon had gone missing”

    “But, did they blame him for the missing boy?”

    “No! Nobody blamed him cuz nobody knew what happened. But he was questioned because he was the last person with George and he said they bided goodbye at their usual junction and they both went their separate directions as usual”

    “So why are you now asking me why he was crying, since you aren’t his friends”

    “Because we are concerned, aunty”
    “If you’re concerned, why not go ask him; that way, you become friends with him” I told them.

    They made a probability gesture; meaning that, they may go to inquire from him because they were concerned and they may not go because they were scared of him. And then they left.

    Few minutes later a boy from SS3 came into JSS 2A class to message his younger brother.

    Mind you; I was the form mistress of JSS 2A students, and I had my table and chair at the extreme end of their class so I was seating when those two SS3 girls came and met me and even as this SS3 boy entered.

    I called the boy over and he came closer.

    “Your classmate Godwin, is he still crying?” I asked.

    “Oh the boy you taught financial accounting?” He responded like someone who just recalled.

    “Yes! The boy”

    “Okay. He hasn’t raised his head since you left so I’m not sure if he’s still crying or not” He answered.

    On hearing this, I felt pity for the boy. The ice of disapproval in my heart began to melt. Maybe this boy seriously needs my help; maybe I should help him. I thought to myself.

    I stood up to go see Godwin Somadina and ask him what the wish he wanted me to grant him was.

    Go ask some teachers about this boy first, before you go to him. At least let them know that he was requesting that you grant him a wish. A voice spoke in me.

    I remembered Mrs Ndudirm. She was the teacher that volunteered to put me through on the method of drafting and writing lesson plan and she was the form mistress of SS1 students and her classroom was the next class after my class. She seemed to be nice so I decided to go to her. I entered her class and headed to the corner where her table and chairs like that of an office was positioned. She was sitting, so I walked to her and greeted her.

    We got talking and I asked her about Godwin Somadina; if she knew anything about him. She said the only thing she knew about him was that he acts weird oftentimes; like he talks to things only him sees and will begin to cry at some point. Also, he doesn’t talk to anyone. The only person he managed to talk and associate with was Goerge Solomon and he stopped talking entirely after George Solomon went missing.

    I told her that he talked to me and he was requesting that I grant him a wish.

    Mrs Ndudirm paused and thought for a while, then she said to me:
    “That Somadina boy doesn’t talk to anybody and he’s talking to you, a new teacher?”

    I said yes.

    “And he’s requesting that you grant him a wish?’

    “Yes”

    “Hmm… This is really strange” She said and paused for a while again

    “Well, if your spirit permits you, then listen to him; Hear his request and if it’s what you can do, then do it for him” She said

    “…but mind you, his request could be a blessing or a course. So be careful of what you accept to do”

    I thanked her and left to see Godwin Somadina. When I entered their class, he was still having his head lowered and his face buried on his desk.

    I tapped him softly, calling him “Godwin Somadina… Godwin Somadina” But he refused to raise his head. I guess he didn’t know I was the one calling so I called again “Godwin Somadina!” Yet he didn’t respond. Then I said “… It’s me, Miss Jacinta. I’ve come to grant you your wish”

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    He quickly raised his head. His eyes were red and swellon and his face was crumpy; showing that he had cried a lot.

    On seeing me, he quickly stood on his feet.

    “Oh aunty, you came back for me” He said calmly like someone who had been oppressed, bullied and denied of his right and was waiting on God to intervain. And I pitied him.

    He quickly hugged me.
    “Thank you for coming back aunty; Thank you so much” He was still hugging me, with the whole of his strength. Tears were rolling from his eyes. I knew he was relieved and felt joy. The tears coming out from his eyes could be tears of joy. I thought to myself.

    I allowed him to hug me to his satisfaction. His classmates were all watching us; though the ones that didn’t go on recreation.

    When he was satisfied, he let go of me wiping his tears.

    “Now, tell me. What is it that you want me to do for you?” I asked him calmly.

    He looked around. His classmates were all staring and listening. I felt he wasn’t comfortable with their attention on us and that he needed some privacy.

    “Don’t worry, let’s go to a private place” I told him and I headed out first, while he followed.

    TO Be Continued…..

  • The Ghost Boy And The Female Teacher (Episode 4)

    The Ghost Boy And The Female Teacher (Episode 4)

    The Ghost Boy And The Female Teacher Episode 4

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    πŸ™Ž The Ghost Boy And The Female Teacher Episode Four: 🀡

    “Did you just say, you are what I wouldn’t want to know?” I asked, looking at him suspiciously.

    If he were to be a girl, I would’ve assumed that he had marine spirit but he was a boy. Do boys also have marine spirits? I wondered with my eyes fixed on the boy.

    “Don’t stare at me like that, aunty” He flint his hand at my paused face. “I won’t bite you. Even if they ask me to bite you”

    I stared at him again, suspiciously.

    “If they? Did you just say ‘they’?” I asked.

    “Yes!” He nodded.

    “Who are they?”

    “The people who are holding me captive. They used to follow me around all the time”

    A tingle of fear furiously rained all over my body. My heart began to beat.

    “Don’t worry aunty, they are not here now” He informed.

    I looked at him in a manner, I can’t tell if I was too scared or just wondering what he was up for.

    It’s like this boy is possessed by a spirit or demon or something. A voice said in me. No I can’t do this; I can’t continue to listen to him. Infact I can’t help him” I said in my head.

    “Look boy!” I called calmly, wagging my head to show my disapproval.

    “Please aunty, call me Godwin or Somadina” He pleaded. “People rarely call me by my name. I don’t know what I did to them” He spoke calmly. His voice sounded too innocent and intriguing pity.

    I wanted to pity him but his weird statements had already evoked fear in me. I had to run for my life and I had to tell him I’ve changed my mind. But in other not to hurt his feeling, I called him by his name.

    “Godwin Somadina” I paused.

    “Yes aunty?” He answered mildly.

    I bent over, looking at his face with a compassionate demeanour but I was scared inside me.

    “Please I’m sorry” I told him. “Your words are too weird. It scares me”

    “Don’t be scared aunty; I won’t harm you. I won’t let anyone harm you” He said.

    I wagged my head.

    “I’m sorry Godwin, I don’t think I can go ahead to help you”

    “Oh please aunty; don’t turn your back on me.” He tried to grab my hand but I thrusted backward. That moment the bell for Changing of subject rang. I felt relieved; it was time to leave the class for another teacher.

    “I have to go now; it’s another teacher’s period” I said and went to carry my textbook from the other desk.

    “Please aunty, don’t say no. You are the only one that can grant my wish. Please help me” He started crying. Tears started rolling down his cheeks. I refused to look at his face. I didn’t want to feel pity so I don’t end up fighting with those demons he said was following him.

    Let him find another person who will grant his wish. I said in my mind and kept my head up, walking my way out.

    “Please aunty, help me. I beg you…. Please… Please” He kept crying.

    His classmates started coming into the class. They were surprised to see him crying and begging. They kept staring at him. I kept walking out of the class. He didn’t mind them. He kept saying “please aunty”.

    When I got to the second window of their classroom, I paused and peeped to see what he was doing. None of his classmates tried to find out from him, what happened that he was crying. They all sat on their respective seats. While he burried his face on his desk, sobbing.

    TO Be Continued…

  • The Ghost Boy And The Female Teacher (Episode 3)

    The Ghost Boy And The Female Teacher (Episode 3)

    The Ghost Boy And The Female Teacher Episode 3

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    πŸ™Ž The Ghost Boy And The Female Teacher Episode Three: 🀡

    How can I continue writing on the board when the boy I’m writing it for is seriously sobbing? I asked myself and stopped writing.

    During my interview, they had asked me how I would handle a child who is slow in learning and writing and I had given them my answer which they found satisfactory; now there’s a boy who is not slow in learning. Instead he is requesting me to grant him a wish. Is this a test or a setup? What do I do?

    I turned around, facing the empty class and the boy. He was still sobbing. His head was buried on his desk.

    I looked around; first, on the ceiling and edges of the classroom walls to see if there were cameras watching but there were none. Then I looked out, through the windows and doors to check if someone was watching me but no one was watching. Then I moved closer to the boy.

    “Stop crying” I said, patting and caressing his back.

    He raised his head. His eyes were red and clouded with tears. His demeanour expressed that he needed empathy yet he looked so cute; his scanty beards, was curled up on his jaw and from his both side head down to his cheek; his pink lips, when wet with saliva and tears makes him more cute that starring too much at him could make someone fall in love with him. Awnnn! he still look adorable as he cried’ I said in my mind and smiled on one side of my lips.

    “I don’t have much time aunty. I really don’t have much time on this earth. Please help me!” He held my hand and started to plead. The softness of his palm on my hand and the way he caressed my hand gently made my heart to tingle, and a ton of sweetness or love or something like that travelled all over my body. He has this gentle touch of the kind of man I easily crush on and God knows I’ve never felt that way before.

    “Please help me!”

    “Okay,,, okay” I said, carefully taking away my hand from him. “I will help you but first, wipe your tears”

    He wiped his tears with the back of his hand. But tears were still coming so I reached for my hanky on the big Financial accounting textbook I came to the class with and offered it to him, to wipe his tears properly.

    “Thank you.” He said wiping off his tears properly. “No one has offered me his personal belongings since I came to this area”

    I stared at him, confused “Since you came to this area?” I asked, wondering if he doesn’t have a parents or what. Like, if he had come to live in the area all by him self.

    “Yes! Since I came to this area” He affirmed.

    “What do you mean by that?”

    “I can’t tell you. I’m not allowed to say some things. Just help me please” He said.

    “How can I help you, when I don’t know you” I said. “Not even your name?”

    He paused for a while, staring into an empty space. I kept my eyes on him. When he was satisfied with his silence, he strayed his eyes towards me.

    “My name is Godwin……. Godwin Somadina Ebere”

    Then, he lowered his face like someone who was feeling ashamed or who was possessed.

    “Believe me Aunty,,, I am what you wouldn’t like to know” He muttered.

    TO Be Continued…..

  • The Ghost Boy And The Female Teacher (Episode 2)

    The Ghost Boy And The Female Teacher (Episode 2)

    The Ghost Boy And The Female Teacher Episode 2

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    πŸ™Ž The Ghost Boy And The Female Teacher Episode Two: 🀡

    I paused, looking at him puzzle. He talked slowly; one word at a time, like someone who was seeing vision and his voice was calmly, intriguing compassion like someone who seriously needed a help.

    “Are you serious right now?” I asked still standing close to the board.

    “Believe me, Aunty, I’m very serious” He answered

    “Please come closer. I don’t bite. Even if I bite, I won’t bite you because I’m in love with you”

    I widened my eyes “You are in love with me?” I chuckled “That’s too deep and shouldn’t be coming from a boy of your age”

    “Believe me or not, but I tell you. I’m in love with you” He affirmed. “I fell in love with you the very first time I saw you. That was the day you came for your interview and teaching test. I was sitting outside, behind the computer lab, feeling depressed when you came to me and gently asked what my problem was. You held my hand; softly raised me up and smiled at me, and that single act of your gentle kindness, lightened up my world. That day, I prayed to the deity to grant you this employment”

    I quickly flashback to the day I came for my teaching interview and I remembered seeing and talking to a lonely and depressed boy.
    I looked at the boy before me closely. He was the one I had talked to that day. What a small world? I reckoned and thinking to myself that ‘my little help and smile was about stucking me up with a strange boy.

    “I know, you think I’m insane. Every students and teachers detests me because they think I’m insane and because I don’t talk often like a normal kid. The truth is, I’m not a normal kid.” He said.

    I widened my eyes again. “You are not a normal kid?”

    “Well, I used to be until something happened to me. Leaving me with the chance of fulfilling the one thing I have always wished for. And when I saw you earlier today, I knew you are the one who will grant my wish”

    I cleared my eyes to be sure I wasn’t dreaming. But I was obviously awake. I scan the boy from head to toes with my eyes; checking if I could see a symptom of an imbecile or something like that; but the boy before me, whom I was seeing clearly with my two eyes doesn’t seem like one who something could be wrong with. He was neatly dressed; had a nice haircut; he was very handsome, fair and gently like a richman’s kid. Infact, he has the feature of the kind of men I easily crush on. Just that, he is a boy

    What if this is a set-up? A voice asked in my head. No! I have to focus on what brought me to this school. I told myself and turned to the board.

    “Please copy down the scheme of work” I said and started to write on the board.

    “I know what is going on in your mind. But I am seriously not insane. Please believe me aunty. Help me out, I beg you” He said, sounding so serious.

    I turned and looked at him.

    “If you are that serious, meet me during break. Now is time to learn” I told him and started writing on the board.

    “Nobody listens to me; ; I don’t have much time on this earth” He started sobbing.

    TO Be Continued…..

  • The Ghost Boy And The Female Teacher (Episode 1)

    The Ghost Boy And The Female Teacher (Episode 1)

    The Ghost Boy And The Female Teacher Episode 1

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    πŸ™Ž The Ghost Boy And The Female Teacher Episode One: 🀡

    During my first time experience as a teacher in one private school, there was this SS3 boy that fell in love with me and he was a ghost.

    Yes, you heard me right. A high school three(3) boy, who was a ghost, fell in love with his female teacher: me. And what then happened? Let me gist you.

    So, after my interview and teaching test, I gained employment in this private school and was to teach three subjects: Business Studies for JSS1-3; Economics for SS1-3; and financial accounting for SS1-3. Yeah! I know what you are thinking: the school management wanted to kill me for my father right? I thought that too. But that wasn’t my problem. The management found me worthy and capable of those subjects so I took up the challenge.

    On the agreed starting date, being a Monday, I came to the school to begin teaching. Following the timetable, I had SS3 class to teach accounting so I headed to their class.

    “Good morning Ma!” The SS3 students greeted me in one voice.

    “Good morning wonderful students. How are you doing!” I responded and they all answered fine.

    “Well, my name is Miss Jacinta. And I’m your new accounting teacher”

    I had this habit of smiling when I’m nervous so I was smiling as I introduced myself.

    Wow! Welcome Ma
    Wow! You look beautiful
    Wow we are happy to have you; wow you have a nice name.
    Wow this; wow that. You know students nah, they like play and blabbing so I allowed them blab while I kept saying “thank you” and smiling.

    There were eighteen (18) student in that class.

    “Aunty, eight(8) of us are offering science subjects” One girl blurted. “while the remaining ten(10) are offering arts subject”

    “Ok thanks for letting me know” I told her.

    “And among the ten(10) arts students, only this new boy is offering accounting” A boy, who was the school senior prefect said in a mockery tune, pointing at the said boy and all the students bursted out laughter.

    The said boy was sitting in front row and I was standing, directly opposite him. I looked at the said boy.

    “He’s a new student?” I asked

    “Yes ma. He started late last term”

    I looked at the boy again. He doesn’t look like those kids that do ‘I too know’. I mean, those kids that keeps questioning their teachers and be acting like the know it all. But he was very handsome, fair and and was sitting calmly.

    “Aunty?, the formal accounting teacher gave up on him because he was playing truancy” A girl said “He always hide or run out of the class once it’s time for accounting or if he sees the teacher coming”

    All the students laughed again and I also laughed but a little. It would be a relief on my job if he plays truancy. I said in my mind.

    “Well, if that’s what he does, I will be coming to school with rope and I will tie him so he doesn’t run away anymore” I told them jokingly. Then I bent over to the said boy. I raised his head so we would look at each other eyeball to eyeball.

    “If you don’t want me to tie you, don’t try to run away when you see me” I told him almost like a whisper.

    He smiled.

    “I have a feeling that you are the one who would grant my one wish, so I won’t run away” The boy whispered.

    I mopped at him suspiciously. “What did you just say?”

    “I don’t have much time to live on this earth, so be the one to grant my wish please” He whispered again. His voice so gentle and compassionate.

    I quickly stood straight and looked forward, to the rest of the students, then I strayed my head towards him and fixed my eyes on him, with one question, lingering in my head: is this boy insane or what?.

    “Aunty he doesn’t talk much; he’s always on his own” One of the students alerted me and I realized that I had fixed my eyes on the boy for a while.

    Okay, the rest of you who are not offering accounting please engage yourselves in a quiet self studying” I said and then turned to the board and wrote the subject: financial accounting and date.

    “Aunty, it’s time for our Chemistry practical” One of the science students said “Permission to go out of the class?”

    “Of course” I permitted and all the science students started leaving for their practicals.

    “Aunty, we would like to make use of our self studying time in the library” The remaining art students said “permission to leave?”

    I permitted them and they all left leaving me and the said boy all alone in the big class.

    “Since it’s just the two of us, and today is my first time in you class, I will write the scheme of work for you to copy and then introduce our first topic for the term” I said and turned to write on the board.

    “Excuse me Aunty!” The boy called.

    “Yes?” I turned.

    “I really don’t have much time to spend on this earth” He said. “Please hear me out and grant me a wish”

    TO Be Continued…