SIMI'S WEEKEND GETAWAY - 2

              The smell of fresh grass kissed her nostrils as the birds chirped flying away, rubbing her eyes gently, she opened them to the direct ray of the morning sun, she felt lazy to get up till it hit her, she had slept off on the bare floor, looking around to see Sika, she did not sleep on just any bare floor, she slept on a grave!

           Startled, she jumped up to find herself in the midst of several graves. She felt a cold wind blow pass her as she became terrified. She remembered sleeping off in Sika's arms as he snored the previous night. What could she be doing in a Cementary with nothing on, she felt eyes were gazed on her, could they be ghosts looking at her naked body? No one was in sight and she felt too weak to even shout Sika's name. Was she dreaming or was she going mad? She felt tears trickle down her cheeks as fear engulfed her, She needed to find Sika, she was scared he was hurt, maybe someone, a weird person kidnapped them while they slept yesterday. What if Sika has been killed? Or did she try to run and then she sought refuge in this Cementary and probably slept off? Her heart kept racing, she felt her head ache, who could have kidnapped us? she thought. Yes, Kuna! I knew there was something weird about him, maybe he had seen them have sex and tried to be weird. She felt the tears roll down as she remembered stories of how domestic staff kill their bosses. Could Kuna be an evil person? She thought of finding a way to leave the Cementary back to the farm, maybe she would see someone on the road to direct her. She made to walk away but tripped and hit her head on the grave. Raising her head and trying to soothe where she hit, her eyes saw it. There it was, staring at her in the face.

                          "SIKA OLI 1975 - 2012"

Covering her mouth as she tried to scream, as if scared of annoying the ghosts, she felt her face get hot as tears flowed endlessly. Could it be she slept with a ghost? This was 2013, does it mean Sika died last year? She was confused, she was scared, she had heard stories of people getting married to ghosts and even being impregnated by them but she never believed them. At that moment, she realized, she did not really know anything about Sika except a young, rich Lagos guy who worked close to her office. She did not know his friends and only got to find out he was an orphan few minutes before they had sex. 

Running without looking back, she went to the right direction of where she stood. Little black gate stood in front of the path, she stopped as she saw a man in a blue uniform enter through the gate, another in while cassock entered, he was a priest, then she saw people wailing all dressed in black enter through the gate, four young men carried a wooden coffin behind while more people came in dressed in black crying. She wanted to run towards them but she remembered she was naked. Fear, shame gripped her as she watched the crowd from a distance. She stood there for what seemed like forever till she saw the crowd break down in tears again as the men lowered the coffin into the grave and the priest sprinkling water on it, praying. Gradually, they began to disperse looking so downcast. A young lady in her mid 30s looked so uncontrollable as other women tried to console her, he must have been her husband, she thought to herself. 

  The scene made her wonder what life really was, this minute you are here, the next minute you are gone. She wondered what killed the person they brought his corpse, she tried to peep the picture a young man held as he passed. The person in it was a very fine young man, she felt sad like she knew him, for a moment she forgot her own predicament. She waited for the last person to leave so she could come out from her hiding and find her way to the village, only if she was not naked, she thought. 

When she saw the man dressed in Blue uniform, leave the Cementary, she made to come out of her hiding. Stepping out, she felt a cold hand touch her shoulder......

    "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" she screamed

      "What is it Simi?" Seun shocked as her roommate jumped out of bed

        "Wait, I was dreaming? Ghost ghost, where is he?" She looked around scared

         "Where is who? Simi behave, there is no ghost here" Seun said a bit irritated

            " He touched me, his hands were so cold, he is dead" She insisted.

              "What is your problem? I was the one that touched you, it is past 11 AM and you are still on               bed,  was washing frozen chicken before I came to wake you up" Seun replied.

               "Anyway, we have a new neighbour, he is hot. He borrowed our hammer. Come and see                       him" She continued, dragging her softly before Simi could utter a word.

 The door bell rang as they got into the living room.

                 "That must be him" Seun quickly ran towards the door to open it. Simi sat down on the chair still scared and wondering what the plenty excitement was about a new neighbour.

                   "Hi, good morning" A deep voice greeted her as the visitor stepped in, It belonged to the new neighbour.

                       She looked up and that was the last she remembered. Standing in front of her was Sika, the ghost in her dream.

     Fin. Pure fiction hehe