The Ghost Boy And The Female Teacher Episode 6
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🙎 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…..
