One More Night

“Pls don’t leave”, Amaka held on to my dress like it was her praying rosary. “I wouldn’t last one minute here if you don’t stay”. For three weeks and counting she had been having blood sucking nightmares. First, about an enormous masquerade that paced up and down her lids with whips and traditional flutes, then about an earthshaking stampede and others she couldn’t explain. Every night she screamed awake begging someone in her head not to run over her, or cried from whip lashes.

I agreed to stay, “But just tonight o!”, I emphasized. She insisted on cooking dinner. I told her indomie and eggs would be faster and much more economical as our gas tank was almost empty but she insisted that she wanted yam and eggs instead. Not intending to argue or ask how, I took my phone and lay down to watch comedy videos. After we ate, she thanked me again and again for staying over with her. and slept. I woke up at about 11PM to charge my phone and couldn’t find my charger. I woke her to ask if she knew where it was, but she never woke up. I found some old papers squeezed papers on her chest that read “My body won’t rot here at least”

LARDO

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2 comments

  • Samuel Ephraim

    February 18, 2019 at 9:46 pm

    Great. Concise and logical. Thumps up to you

    Reply

    • Leonell Echa

      February 19, 2019 at 8:33 am

      Thank you Sam!

      Reply

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