Though it was quite late, I had to find something to eat, the night will never sleep if I don’t eat; I dragged my tired legs to the mini night market-I had a long evening walk earlier; the usual evening walk had something to do with a secret part of me, it’s something I can’t resist.
The night was cool, I rested my thoughts on the gentle breeze.
A line from the music I played earlier got stuck on my head
“…the only friend I had wore black and red”
It resurrected the feeling of loneliness and depression within, something strong but unexplainable.
An unknown voice dismissed the illusive world, My curiousity was arrested, but I won’t be found yielding. I pretended as if I didn’t hear anything.
“Hey you, I know that you are an ogbanje and you can’t deny it”
it’s the voice of a young man, who could he be? It was obvious that he was referring to me, but I still didn’t try to pay an attention to him .
I picked a bread from the bread rack, owned by an old lady whom I usually buy beverages from; that was the only thing I could think of buying, I had no strenght to prepare a suitable meal.
“Mama how much is this?” I asked
“You no wan answer me abi…” the young man interrupted,
“…You think say I no know who you be?”
At this point, he was getting on my nerves, but I managed to squeeze out a fake smile.
“No mind this man, na joke im dey joke” the old woman laughed rhetorically, possibly hoping it was a joke.
“Ask her, She knows what I’m talking about, if I see ogbanje, I dey recognise them” he said to counter her unbelief.
She smiled at me, with a “is it true?” kind of look.
“Yes I’m” I answerd blantly, shock was clearly registered on her face.
“I talk am…” sounding like a prophet who just saw a vision for the first time.
“…I can never marry someone like you, Godforbid, you owe a lot to the person who have you the mark on your face”.
I stared at him like an angry demon,
“He doesn’t deserve to live” it wasn’t me talking, he has awoken something in me….