As Milton said; “the mind has its own pace” so I’ll
say all of this is real. This is an attempt to use words to pursue intent to the door of sense. Let’s see how far the chase goes. Read, enjoy and share. Don’t forget to add your comment in the comment box.


The hairdo on her head already became an
attraction to the ladies and guys she met since she
stepped out of the saloon. Clara was not only
known for her light skin, gorgeous mode of
dressing or sarcadelic hairdos or breath-taking
stature, she would also punctuate your heartbeat with her velvety voice; garnished with Lagos ascent.
Well, she was beautiful, her head sitting
triumphantly on her neck like Queen Elizabeth 2 on her throne in England and her nose like
the tower of ivory looking down into the earth.
Another peculiar thing about her is the great body
spreading over her curves like the Atlantic. In fact,
I can say every guy seemed to be crushing on her
because she would walk past them everyday sending across killer smiles.


The thought of trekking alone the bushy pathway
Which leads to her hostel overwhelmed her and it was noticeable by people she had met earlier
before she set on the journey around 7:20PM that day. Her friend; Kim who would have walked same path with her already traveled to visit her ill mom who has been admitted in one of the Federal Medical Centres in the country. The lively lady was unusually dull and forlorn as she sat inside the class that evening between the hour of 6:00PM to
7:00PM. Some students had to wait in order to
meet their project supervisor and failure to
wait would attract some kind of punishment they already know and once witnessed . Their supervisor being a mean man, thin, piping-voiced, spectacles which placed his gaze above the head of whomever he conversed with and a gait which suggested a hen interrupted in the act of pecking scattered corns. Not to be deceived by this look of his, he is a man of his words. “I will score you zero if you fail to attend any of my classes” he would say and Dr. Kuku
meant it.


Clara had no other option than to wait that
evening as she was always noticeable in classes.
Her supervisor would even call her to answer
brain-racking questions in a deliberate attempt to
ridicule the pretty lady.


7:10PM, meeting was over and everybody was in a
hurry. People she would have asked to act as an
escort to her suddenly disappeared, she was now left with two options; she would either be
bold to walk the pathway alone or she would sleep
in the class that night but to her, the former was the better option because she knew if she chose the latter option, she was going to be a great feast for the mosquitoes, both great and small, ugly and beautiful, anophleses and males, aedes and even culexes.


The sun crinkled into the caresses of the night, the
great light retired to bed, Night reigned! Like fired
butter in a pan, her heart melted as she walked
alone, shivering along the bushy path. She
remembered with vivid pictures scenes she had
seen in “Nollywood” movies about thieves hiding
in bushes at night and robbing people of their
expensive luxuries. She looked at the i-phone 6 in
her hand and sighed!


As if the trees and shrubs along the path loved the
texture of her grief, they began to dance vigorously
to the beats of the wind that blows across the
swells with the "hoooooo" sound described in a folk tale during the visit from the ghost city to the land of the living. Suddenly, the thunder began to clap. It
started to rain hard. She immediately wished she
had stayed back in class. Of course there would be
light and it was possible for some students to come around and study all night.

"It is too late to go back," she thought and moving
forward seems to be a bravery act and
yet, she couldn’t stay on a spot.


It is now around 7:50PM. She felt alone like “Mount
Sinai”, no longer irradiated by the wisdom of
Moses. At this time, she was at the grave yard
situated some 653 meters away from her lodge.
She suddenly turned a prayer warrior, with her
mind making utterances which cannot be heard.

“I will serve you Oh! Lord, just get me out of here, I will preach your name from generations to generations” she said.


Suddenly, some being in white shining clothe
appeared in her front. It was as if God bent down,
heard her heart pleading for something
improbable, and exclaimed, “ wow daughter, I’ve been waiting to hear you ask for that!”

She felt relieved a little but a mixed feelings clouded her judgment. “Could this be an angel sent from God?” She asked herself. Another question sprang up in her heart as she remembered she was by the grave yard. “Could this be a ghost?” Her heart melted.


She decided to stay on the very spot she was and
promised not to move. By now she was already
messing her undies with some urine she couldn’t
control and she was shaking like the engine of a
wobbly vehicle set into motion with loosed bolts
and nuts. To add salt to her injury, this being
began to move towards her. She immediately
decided to make a quick dialogue with her heels. She removed her shoes and as she turned her
back to run, she saw the being in white clothing.


Now she recognized it to be a ghost as she had
seen in movies. She turned left and right, the
being was there and now closer. She knew she had no option than to plead. As she opened her mouth shouting, “please! Please!!, please!!!, take anything you want from me but don’t harm me.”


The being replied with a soft but terrifying voice.


“My hairs!My hairs!! My hairs!!!, give me my
hairs back” She felt a hand on her hairs pulling out
the attachment she used for the hair she made the
previous day. Just as she was trying to escape the
grip of the being's hand, she suddenly woke up and
realized she had been dreaming. Soaked in sweat and with her heartbeat raised from 72beats per minute to 100beats per minutes. She felt some light feelings on her head. She quickly reached for her mirror and discovered that her hairs has been pulled out.

A DREAM THAT CAME TO PASS

cool story...