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I looked into the mirror and gasped. Inside the
mirror was me, inside a coffin. That was not the
worst of all. At my left was my dad in a coffin
likewise my mum too who was in a coffin at my
right.
A large crowd of people stood around us. The priest
said his prayers and that was it. I couldn’t look at it
again and the mirror fell from my hand. Surprisingly,
the mirror didn’t break.
Tracy: that will happen to you if you refuse to
become a member.
Me: no, it can’t be. No!!
Tracy: yes, and the worst of it all is that you have
less than seven days to become a member or you
die. Hahaha.
BACK TO LIFE
I woke up with goose bumps all over my body. I
looked around the room and everywhere was quiet
and lonely. Just me in it.
I slept again but this time, Tracy didn’t appear in my
dream. My mum later woke me up, gave me some
drugs to take including food to eat and I slept again.
This time, I dreamt that I was inside a big ocean.
Swimming round and round with fishes coming from
north, south, east and west to greet me.
I didn’t see my leg, under the water was very dark
but something very efficient helped me in
swimming inside the mighty ocean.
Voice: wake up Diana!
I woke up and saw my daddy looking at me..
Me: *with a tired voice* welcome daddy.
Dad: hmm, this one you are sleeping and murmuring
some incoherent words hope all is well.
Me: I was sleep talking?
Dad: yea, you were busy talking in your sleep.
Me: hmm.
Dad: so who did you these.
He said referring to the marks on my body. Just then
Tracy appeared inside the room. Behind my dad.
Me: *pointed at Tracy* she did daddy. She was the
one that whipped me..
Dad: *turned and saw nothing* who are you referring
to?
Me: *still pointing* her.
Dad: you mean these wall?
He said pointing at the wall behind Tracy.
Me: no, she is standing close to the wall.
Dad: hmm, is like doctor Konami didn’t do a nice job
on you. Infact, your sickness have upgraded. Maybe
you need a psychiatric doctor.
Me: dad please can you invite a pastor to our house.
Dad: *mtcheeew* those jobless men that do preach
about tithes and offerings always?
Me: please dad, I need a pastor.
Dad: please leave pastor’s matter out of this. I don’t
believe in pastors. These days, native doctors do
dress in suit, carry any book they see and preach. As
long it brings food and water to their table.
Me: dad!!!!!!
Dad: shut up you. If doctor Konami can’t do a nice job
here. I’d move you over to Farouk psychiatric
hospital. There are qualified psychiatric doctor
there. Maybe one or two test is ok of you…
He said and left. That’s the problem with my family.
They don’t believe in God not to talk of pastors,
prophets and the likes.
Tracy: nice try, nice try.
She said and disappeared.
Me: am in a hot soup.
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Tbc
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