Sunday, October 25, 2015

A Second Chance - Chapter Eight

“Life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced.”
––Soren Kierkegaard

“Deep breath,” Bisola said quietly to herself for the second time. For the first time in a long time, she was scared. The last time she’d felt her feet trembling on the floor had been when her mother had driven her back to school after she’d refused to do what her headmaster wanted her to do with him. She’d walked into his office with vibrating hands and feet that afternoon after everyone had gone home. He’d sat her down on his laps and wiped her tears away like her father would. He then said things to her, things he would do for her and for her family if only she would do as he said.

Bisola chuckled and threw her glass of water against the wall of her living room. Her new name should be stupidity. She wasn’t only stupid, she was as naïve as a new born child. She’d senselessly surrendered to Tunde the same way she’d done to her headmaster. But at that time with Mr. Femi, she’d been too young to know any better but now that she was an adult, Bisola couldn’t believe she’d been fooled again for the second time!

She’d taken too much from Tunde, too much that it would take her working two jobs for twenty-four hours each day and for the rest of her miserable life that’s if she still had one in order for her to be free of him. Her yet again naïve plan of dumping him without a scratch had all crumbled down. Tunde had bigger plans for her. She would be happy if she got that secretary position she’d refused before. Tunde wasn’t going to let her off without her having to lose anything and for Bisola who’d lost too much already, she wasn’t sure if there was any point in fighting back.

She got her hands to stop shaking and her feet to stop wobbly when the person she hoped to never see again appeared out from now where.

“Bisola you have to help me. Please, please, you have to help me.” Aisha flung herself into Bisola’s arms. Bisola could see her, she could feel her cold body on hers but she couldn’t touch her because it felt as if she wasn’t there with her.

“What-what’s wrong and what are you even doing here? I-I thought you were gone. For good!”

“I thought I was too, but I don’t know what’s happening to me.” Aisha cried. “I went to see Philip and I’m sure he didn’t see me and that’s why he didn’t say a thing to me. I think I’m really dead.”

“Hold on, hold on… you need to calm down. Who’s Philip and if you’re dead, why am I seeing you again?”

“I don’t know!”

“You don’t know who Philip is or?”

“I don’t know why I had to die Bisola. Why me? Do you know all what I’ve been through? If anyone should get to live for eternity, that should be me! No one else but me!” she shouted as she fell on a nearby couch and continued to weep. This time, her crying was as violent as a storm. It tore Bisola’s heart apart that she had to let go of her own troubles to lend her shoulder to her.

She rocked Aisha back and forth trying to get the poor girl to stop crying. “Just tell me how I can help you, what can we do?”

“I don’t know Bisola, I honestly don’t.” she whispered back. “I went to his place and Philip couldn’t recognize me…” she cried. “He doesn’t even know what has happened to me. I don’t even know what to do right now. How is it that you’re the only one who can see me, I have no idea. One minute I was…”

“You were?” Bisola urged, trying to see if Aisha could remember anything about what she’d done last before she died.

“I was at a hotel, I don’t know why but I was there, and that’s the last thing I remember.”

“What hotel?”

“I-I can’t remember.”

“Wait, wait, wait a minute.” Bisola got up. “You couldn’t… I mean there’s no way you could be the girl I saw lying on the floor at Protea’s hotel when…”

“When I mistakenly walked into the wrong room! Oh my God!” She looked back at Aisha, terrified as if she’d actually just seen a real ghost. “There was, there was a guy, dressed in all black.” She swallowed and began pacing back and forth anxiously. “He was coming out from the bathroom or whatever. I couldn’t see his face but he was cleaning a knife. I know he used that knife on the girl on the floor and that girl.”

“That girl is me.”

“Look, I plan to never tell anyone a thing about what I saw so please, could you just leave me alone?” Bisola was any minute away from freaking out. She didn’t want to believe that upon all the mess she’d gotten herself into, an eyewitness to a murder was one of them.

“That’s too late. You’re already in this. There’s a reason why only you can see me. You have to go to the police and tell them about what you saw. My body could still be at the hotel just lying there. No one except you know what has happened to me.”

“So that makes me special or something? I have my own issues to deal with, can you help me? Can you?!” Bisola screamed, shutting Aisha up.

“You can’t just walk into someone’s life however and whenever you chose. Do you know what people will say if I tell them that I can see your ghost? This is Nigeria for crying out loud. Ghost stories, it almost never happens so please, Aisha, find yourself another victim. My cup is full and overflowing and I can’t take anymore. I’m sorry. It’s now left up to God to seek justice for you.”

“God?” Aisha repeated sarcastically. “Did I just hear you say God?” she asked as she stood up. “You’re still alive Bisola; you’d better find another faith to hold onto because there is no God. If there was one, I wouldn’t be here with you. There has never been one.”

“Stop talking.” Bisola said as she steadily approached Aisha.

“Why? What happened?”

“You’re hair, it…it just changed its color.”

“What?” Aisha ran to the mirror in Bisola’s room and to her ultimate shock, Bisola had been right, her once brown hair was now pitch black.

“What’s happening to me?” she asked dreadfully when Bisola joined her in the room.

“If I had answers I wouldn’t hold it back. But I don’t. I have nothing.” But I’m losing my sanity. She added as she joined Aisha in staring hopefully at the tall mirror. There they were, just two young women who had no clue of where life was suddenly taking them towards.

“I’ll get you a glass of water.”

“I won’t be needing that.”

“Right, you’re dead.” Bisola smiled dryly at her new responsibility.

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