Years Of Agony😢
Strange things kept happening in my life, so many unexplainable activities. That was too much for a 25 year old.
The other day I had gone for an interview and while at it, the receptionist’s phone got missing and after a long search, it was heard ringing inside my handbag. And that marked the end of the interview for me as I was thrown out with my file.
That was not the first time I was kicked out of a company. It had happened when I was working as a clerk in a supermarket. Then, a large sum of money disappeared and at the end, it was traced into my account.
It didn’t start today, it started long time ago. I remember that day so well… I was only 7 years then.
My parents had taken us down to the village for a very important events and in the evening of the next day, I followed my dad to go see an uncle of his.
After they were done talking, the man, who happened to be a spiritualist, insisted on praying for me before we left. My dad agreed.
He asked that I kneel before him. I did. He laid one hand on my head while he used the other to pour libation into the earth, calling on all their ancestors to guide and protect me.
And that was it. From that day onsward, my life took a different turn.
Aside hearing strange voices calling out to me at nights while I sleep, and faint footsteps walking behind me anytime I’m in a lonely path, I also noticed that I lie more often than normal and take things that don’t belong to me.
It’s not as if my parents cannot provide me with what I needed. No, my dad was doing very well as a contractor and my mom owned a big supermarket, but I felt satisfied each time I pick an item from an unattended school bag, school lunch, headmistress’ office, show glasses etc . There was even a day I stole money from the offering box.
My parents were never aware of any of these happenings, neither was anyone else. I was just on a world of my own.
That evening, as I walked home from the interview, with my shoes in hand, thinking about my life, a red jeep passed and then halted some distance in front of me.
I paused for a moment before I turned and took a different route.
As I rushed down the lonely path, I heard the bang of the car door and then a voice I know must be that of the car owner (a man) calling out to me.
“Excuse me, young lady, may I talk to you”.
I didn’t turn to take a glance at him. I continued moving and he kept following and begging for attention. At a point, I broke into a run.
Men were not in my dictionary…I was a lesb!an.
Typing 2….
#Story from Joy Ifunanya’s story room.
