fiction-it was a Friday night. I was looking forward to
spending the weekend at my best friend, Funmi’s
place.

Funmi stays outside the school premises while I
stay inside the school hostel. As I braced up to
get ready for another exciting weekend, little
did I know that fate had a bitter experience all
wrapped up for me.
Funmi has been my friend since 100 level. We are
now in 300 level but my love for her has not in
any way diminished. What with her smartness,
fun-loving nature and above all, her exceptional
brilliance. Although a bit of a spoilt kid, I
totally love every bit of her because she
inspires me in various ways. ‘‘How far? You never pack your bag since? I don tire
o, I wan dey go house… I can’t wait to get home, eat
and fall into my bed ,” Funmi said, looking at me
with respite that day.
I had packed my bag already but was looking for
my ‘early morning personal effects’ like
toothbrush, sponge, towel and all. I had used
them in the morning, but couldn’t put them in
the bag because I needed them to be dry.
It was the second time I would be spending the
weekend at her place and the first experience
was great. She had told me this time around, her
rich boyfriend would be taking us out, to a club
probably.
No sooner had we gotten to her place than her
boyfriend, Richards, buzzed her on phone. I didn’t
hear what he said but from her responses, he
was checking on her and also asking if we were
prepared for the night’s outing. I was expectant
and eager.
When we got to the club, I was all smiles. I was
in the mood even before we started out. My
spirit was high. Richards was seated afar,
gulping bottles of spirit while we were on the
dance floor digging it. I enjoyed myself till it
was time for us to head home. I didn’t know I
was in for some scenes I had only witnessed in
Nigerian movies. “I told you to always lock the car’s door slowly! Do
you want to break it apart?”, Richard faced Funmi as
she hurriedly jammed the front door of the jeep.
I wondered why Richards, who was loving, subtle
and caring some hours ago, was talking as if he
does not care.
“Calm down nah, wetin dey do you? Abi no be this
same jeep? It’s my brother’s toy at home…please stop
ranting!” Funmi replied her boyfriend, with the
plainest of all facial expressions…(or so I
supposed).
This obviously didn’t go down well with Richard
who I later noticed was drunk to the stupor. We
had already moved past major highways and we
were driving along a road with bushes on our
sides and Richards, who was obviously pissed from
the last statement from his girlfriend, halted
the car in the middle of the road.
Before we girls could finish wondering what he
was up to, Richards was already by the other
side of the car, dragging down Funmi!
I was speechless. I could not say a word! What
came to my mind like a flash was already
happening right in front of me! Funmi was still
forming. She was like “ehn, what’s wrong with you?
Do you want to leave us in this bush? I trust you!”
Before I could pretend as if I was not part of the
drama happening right in front of me, Richard
looked at me at the back side and didn’t utter a
word before I knew I had to go down. I stood
beside Funmi as she ranted, while her boyfriend
who she thought could not leave us in the
jungle, zoomed off. He was dead drunk, his driving
too was abnormal.
I stood at the side of the road, watched the
jeep’s rear light disappear into the dark, until I
could not catch a glimpse of it anymore.
We didn’t stand too long when we heard a
whistle blowing. At first, it sounded like that of
a vigilante but who could have been watching
over a bush?
An impending danger dawned on us when we heard
some footsteps alongside the whistle, with
incoherent incantations. It was like my mind and
that of Funmi had a pep talk. We ran into the
bush together at once. As minutes went by, we
went further into the bush but Funmi was tired
and it seemed the incantations got louder. As I tried to help Funmi up, so we could proceed,
my eyes stumbled on an area in the bush which
had some movements. I motioned to my friend to
keep mute. As I looked closely, there in front of
me was a man carrying out what looked like a
ritual, he was stark naked, with a bowl of
calabash sitting carefully on his two palms!
Another aged man was far behind him, holding a
branch of plant, saying some words I had only
heard in the Nigerian make-believe movie
industry. I was shocked! My head became twice
its normal size…(so I felt).
They went their way while we prayed for
morning sun to come out as quickly as possible
before our eyes behold another abomination. I’m
not sure I will go out with anyone ever again at
midnight.

oun ojú n wa lojú nri

fact or fiction?

fiction

Fiction but nice

Eeyah, take heart. But the ending though....... was hoping it would be a lil adventurous. Cool article sha

Hmmmm

@op, whats the title of the movie?

masterpower:
@op, whats the title of the movie?

title - endtime