FALSE Clairvoyance

Psychic Surprise

Koke's common facial expression to indicate surprise is fond of happening prior to screen light shutting of his phone. He double taps on the now dark screen bringing it to light once more. The same message welcomes him after he unlocks the screen.

To +256...: Hi dear. I'm sorry to announce but this is not Auntie Fina. You texted the wrong person.

But I'll inform her that you tried to reach her.

Do you have her number?

He looks unsure about the already sent messages but he ought to swallow that. He exits the +256... inbox and he manually searches for his mum's. He greets her and goes ahead to inform the mother of four that she should expect a call from her firstborn the following day.

He puts the device under the pillow as always and rests his head on it while he stares up at the ceiling.

It happens to be a weekend when he plans to talk to his mother. He wakes up at 8:58 a.m., acting lazy and weak to leave the warmth of his bed. There's a range of tasks to complete and so he has to get up regardless. A well-prepared breakfast pure with no panic sense of the other days when he has to make it to office on time is an example. Milk tea, egg nuggets and a banana.

He turns to laundering, some dusting and bin emptying before shopping towards the lunch hour. By the time he drops down the several item bags into his residence, fatigue has no hiding spot on him. He opts to eat out.

+256... : Oh, sorry dear....But do you mind telling me who you're? Anyway, Auntie Fina gave me this number as hers.

Yes, please do inform her but I think it's better I get her digits so that I can text her directly.

The junior accountant gets his eyes on the reply on his way from the restaurant. He opens his door and disappears into his abode. Sitting on the edge of the sofa, his fingers are eager to type a response.

To +256...: I'm her son. I think there's a bit of confusion here when it comes to the contact digits. This is my number. I'm wondering how she gave you this number as hers. Anyway....

He inputs the mother's digits.

Again, his look-a mixture of concern, worry and doubt appears on his face. He sighs after sending his reply to the still unknown contact. His digits pause above the screen as if he anticipates adding to his response. Amidst his dilemma, an incoming message adds itself to the building conversation.

+256... : Oh. Auntie Fina didn't tell me he has a son. Anyway, I'm not to doubt but thanks. Thank you for her number. Let me actually get to her immediately and not only thank her but also scorch her for one, giving me the wrong number and two, for not telling me about her baby.

To +256... : Who's this?

He sighs on sending.

+256... : Actually, about her giving me the wrong number, I'ma be joking about I smelting her for that cause the poor lady gave it to me in the middle of a crisis. I was in hospital when she gave the number to me.

+256... : I'm called Marion. Your mum is my auntie.

By the way, how old are you? I might be disrespecting you by calling you a baby.

In panic mode, Koke types with worry and concern all over his visage.

To +256... : What crisis are you talking about? As in what happened?

The lad's feet tap the floor while he waits for the reply. On the spot his phone vibrates, his eyes focus on the new message from the still unsaved number.