Ghost run episode 11 – 13

p@rt 11
“GHOST RUN!”
By Opeyemi Ojerinde

I didn’t nee-d anyone to tell me, Mororo was a tough village and it was rather unfortunate that those who nee-ded to bring Light into the village throu-gh Christianity had the wrong motives…

“ God, if only you can give me Spiritual power, I will turn this village around for you, delivering Mororo from the hands of the evil ones!” I thought silently to myself

“ You will do no such thing…” Seun and I jumped back as we heard a female voice say…

“ She is around?” Seun said while looking around. His voice had a bit of fear mixed with irritation…

I wanted to ask who that was , but I obviously was able to do the maths. His Wife,Bunmi was definitely the She, he was referring to….

Like a scene from a horror movie, she gradually started appearing bit by bit, starting from her hand that held a white beaded short staff, which signified authority. Next , half of her right b©dy was revealed. She tied a white feathery wra-pper around her, with a beaded n£¢kpiece done like a cape on her n£¢k….

“ Adenike, this is not a game for fashion oriented girls, not a game for girls who stay all day talking, not a game for Daddy’s girls. !” She said as her fully b©dy was revealed…

“ I am not here to pl@ya game, and since you know me so well, you should know I hate pla-ying games…” I retorted

Silence!

After few seconds… Seun was about to talk when Bunmi shut him up…

“ I am not here for you! When you are done deceiving yourself you will leave Mororo. You should be grateful you are my husband, that’s why I Haven’t killed you!”

“ But you could kill my husband!” I said angrily

“ That was not me… Your husband was an easy prey for me to waste my powers on… He was a spiritually lifeless being… and killing him would have been an insult. If you are grieved about that, Speak to the Adegbile sisters” Bunmi said as she moved around..

“ That however brings me to the reason why I am here today!” She said

“ Which is?” I said

“ Get out of here, before I personally kill your parents! I know your parents are quite Spiritual, but I also know my way around. I know some of their
secret Misdemeanors that will give me the access to strike them both dead in one day. What a pain that would be!”

“Adenike! Adenike! Adenike!” Bunmi Called out with her eyes shining with a t©uçh of red flame in her pupil…

“ I give you two days to leave this village, or else you will have no choice to leave after you hear their sudden demise” As soon as she ended her words, she disappeared without waiting for my reply.

“ She will do it” Seun said looking defeated… “ I advice you return home, she doesn’t kill her victims, but she kills the loved ones of her victims, in order to cause her victims pain.

That was the point of decision ma-king and I took the best decision for me, which was…..?

p@rt 12
“ GHOST RUN!”
By Opeyemi Ojerinde

“ Adenike, plea-se Marry Me!” Nonso knelt in the common room of the Embas-sy during lunch in front of an embarras-sed me…

“ Nonso, what are you doing? plea-se stand up.” I said as I stood visibly shaken…

“ Say Yes! Adenike Just Say Yes!” I heard the loud cheers of the other staff members…

“ Say Yes to what?” I stood there completely blank. The suddenness of whatever Nonso was doing got Me Numb. We had just met, precisely 5 months before the weird proposal…

This was six months after I left Mororo. I left that night after my discussion with Seun and his Priestess wife. I wasn’t re-ady to lose my parents. My husband was dead and I didn’t have the heart to lose another person.

Mororo wasn’t worth it!

I had returned to my parents’ house who surprisingly were very welcoming. My mother was p@rticularly happy stating she had been praying all day for me to return back. I settled back into my life, but I was too broken to return back to my Father’s Church. I couldn’t bear to look the other women in the face. It was going to be ha-rd coping without AdeYanju by my side.

How I missed AdeYanju, my best friend, my lover, my friend, the perfect man for me!

I had told my father I nee-ded a secular job also . I apologetically told him I couldn’t continue with my pres£nt job of working at the church.

By what I felt was divine Providence, I met an old friend who got me a Job at one of the embas-sies in Nigeria.

My Job was a well paid job that c@m£ with its jui-ces that perked me up. In Just three months, I had traveled to 5 countries for different trainings. I met new friends, I was becoming more expo-sed and I cursed myself for wanting to lose all of that for Mororo.

Nonso was my colleague who couldn’t get over me, but I wasn’t re-ady for any emotional entanglement. From the first day I stepped into my office, Nonso’s time st©pped ticking. He looked at me like I was an angel that just dropped from the sky. He was discussing with Tamuno at the time, but my entrance into the office got his mouth wi-de opened… I had to double check if I wasn’t stained in anyway….

While everyone c@m£ to say hi, he didn’t come and for days he avoided me like a plague.

After about a week of resuming the office, I took the boldness and walked up to him…

“Good Morning Nonso, I am Adenike, I just resumed this job a week ago and I think we haven’t met officially!” I said stretching my hand to him and I can say that probably was the mistake I made. Nonso started blu-shing. His face turned red and with obvious excitement he accepted my handshake…

What I expected him to say was “Nice to meet you!, but instead what I heard from him was…

“ Oh my God! Your palm is so soft!”

“ What!” I literally screamed..,

Nonso had glued himself to me for the next five months. It was ha-rd for anyone to believe I wasn’t d@t!nghim, even my parents were always beaming with smiles anytime he c@m£ around.

Nonso was the kind of “b©yfri£nd” that you couldn’t hide. He wanted to know everyone and anyone related to me. He wanted to go with me to family functions. He started attending my Father’s church.

My mistake which I believe prompted the unexpected proposal was probably what I said to him the Friday before the Monday he proposed…I wanted to get him off my back.

“ Nonso, when am I going to meet your girlfriend or your fiancée?” I asked out of the blues at the restaurant where he f0rç£d me to have dinner with him that Friday night.

“ My girlfriend?” He asked looking shocked.

I nodded…

He rested his back in his chair and didn’t say a word as I continued eating…

“ Don’t tell me you don’t have a girlfriend at this age, Nonso you will be turning 40 in the next two months!” I said laughing

He sat still looking at me… At that point I knew I had gotten him where I wanted. I wanted to define the relationsh!pbetween us…

“ Nonso, what’s wrong, this is the first time in five months that my bestie will be without words…Hmm… Nonso I am sorry if I invaded your privacy….”

Nonso still kept mute…

“ Nonso! Are you okay?”

He recovered from whatever shock he was in and faked a smile…

“ I am fine! “

“ Ok, so when do I meet her?”

“ Soon!” He said and that was probably the first time Nonso ever answered me with a one word statement…

After about 5 minutes we left the restaurant and Nonso was quiet throu-gh out the ride. He didn’t call, or reply my calls during the weekend, so you could imagine my shock when he threw a proposal at me on Monday in the office…

“ Adenike, plea-se Marry me!”

p@rt 13
“ GHOST RUN!”
By Opeyemi Ojerinde

I didn’t know what to do, Nonso had tears alre-ady pouring out of his eyes…

“ Nonso, plea-se st©p this, I cannot do this… I just lost my husband six months ago and you want me to get married to you!” I said with tears pouring out of my own eyes as well

“ I know and I am re-ady to mourn him with you! plea-se you are the woman I have been waiting for, I always knew there was a woman for me , and that made me stay this long… plea-se Adenike , Just Say Yes! We don’t have to get married now. I am re-ady to wait for you till you are re-ady!” Nonso said

I looked around and I saw different reactions. His friends were ma-king jest of him, I knew if I said No, they will make his life miserable. I saw Modesta, gazing at me with full b!own bitterness. Everyone knew she had a serious crush on Nonso…

I bent down and whispered in Nonso’s ear…

“ I am just going to say Yes for now to save you the open ridicule…” I said and Nonso replied

“ Thank you!”

“ Yes , It will be a great Honour to be your Wife if the Lord Wills” I said as I accepted Nonso’s ring…

For the next 15 minutes before the end of the lunch break, it was a beautiful hullabaloo. Nonso was on t©p of the heavens. Colleagues congratulated us, we took pictures and even had a surprise cake Nonso had ordered…

The rest of the working hours of that day was a ha-rd one for me. I wanted to run away from the office. The moment it was 3:45, I left the office to the parking lot. I deliberately did not take my bag. I only took my wallet and my two phones. I didn’t want Nonso to know I was leaving!

“ Leaving?” Nonso had shouted from across the room

“ No, I want to get something from the car!”

“ Ok! or should I come along ?” He joked

“ She can walk!” Modesta said as a dry joke

“ That reminds me, I nee-d to pick something from my car as well” Modesta said as she walked ahead of me…

I smelt trouble but I kept walking…

The moment we got to a blind sp©t of the office ( a place there were no c@m£ras), Modesta turned and faced me..,

“ I know who you are.. You are a witch, you killed your first husband and from what I heard, he was a dummy you pushed around. Your charm was so strong on him, he foolishly followed you to a village where he was slaughtered as a sacrifice for your father’s ministry… Listen well and Listen good, Nonso will not be your new prey. I may not be a witch like you, but I have my ways of doing things, so stay clear!”

I couldn’t breathe…

Modesta accused me of killing my own husband, my AdeYanju, the best friend I ever had… The man I wanted to be honored at all times. It was my craze for him not to be looked down on that made me push him to Mororo…

I walked towards my car like I was walking on h0t stones… My br@in had shut down because one of my phones fell from my hands and I didn’t realize it… It was a security guard that picked it up and rushed to give it to me as I got into my car…

“ Your phone ma?” He said

“ What?” I asked dumbly while looking at him very clueless

“ Your phone fell … Are you ok ma?” He asked looking very concerned

I didn’t say a word and like someone br@in dead, I drove off without collecting my phone.

I kept driving with no destination in mind. My tears were pouring continuously … I began to remember all my memories with AdeYanju, from the day I f0rç£d him to define our relationsh!p… I remembered how smart he was. I remembered him helping me with house chores always, He cooked most times, he la-id the be-d always, He helped me trim my nails, He was even the one who washed my un-derwears. AdeYanju had the heart of a child in love… How could I kill such a man? If Modesta had accused me of something else, it may not have had a hvge effect on me, but killing AdeYanju was the height…

I got to the third mainland bridge in Lagos. I had heard of how people jumped into the sea … The moment I thought about it, I got a reply immediately in my Spirit…

“ You kill yourself, you end up in hell!”.

I parked my car and used the double pointer. I sat still thinking of what to do… Firstly, I re-moved Nonso’s engagement ring and threw it out of the car…

“ The Adegbile Sisters!” I reasoned quietly.

“ You made Modesta accuse me of Killing my husband… You are both going to pay for this… !”

My second phone started ringing…

“ Nonso !”

I picked up and before he could say anything I said…

“ Nonso, forget the engagement. I just threw your ring out of the window. Tell Modesta , I have taken my hands off you and tell her, I didn’t kill my husband but the witches of Mororo did and it’s high time they paid for it! Bye Nonso!” I said as I ended the call….

With tears in my eyes, I blocked Nonso’s number from reaching me….

I checked the dashboard to see the level of my fuel. It was half full. I drove to a g@s station and filled my tank up…

“ Mororo, here I come!” I said without knowing how my journey would lead to events that would launch me into the de-ep…

To be continued