The Seer ( A Short Story)

Chapter Three

I don't know what goes on in school and I don't think many people do. If your parents ever told you to be careful of the people you meet in school you should listen to them because not everyone you see is a human being.

The only class I did enjoy in school was Mrs. Isa's class. She taught Christian Religious Studies (CRS). It was the only thing I could understand and Mrs. Isa was a good teacher. She thought about stories in the Bible and the power of God who is also a supernatural being, 'The Creator'. I have never seen him but I have seen his power..once... It was years back in primary school I was in class sitting by the window where I always sat and I noticed something on the opposite block, 'classroom 2b' to be precise, a demon appeared from nowhere and stayed right in front of the class then another one and another. They kept coming and the only place I have seen so many demons was the hospital but this was something else.

There were more than 20 of them standing in front of that block and they were waiting... watching and waiting. It didn't take long, the building collapsed with the children inside. There was chaos all around; some teachers ran to the buildings and they all started to dig and search so others had to hold the other children back and some children who had siblings in that class did nothing but scream and cry. I sat there by the window... watching...There was nothing I could do once you see those demons it means the end of life...so I thought. I heard voices in the next classroom; two female teachers crying on the top of their voices for God to help and spare those children. They prayed as vehicles and people dug and I stood up from my chair because I saw something... a light.

The demons were frightened and started retreating. They kept looking up as if something was telling them to leave. No. Someone. They all fled. I don't know what happened next because my sister came into my classroom to get me. The management told all the students to go home and so we did. The school was closed temporarily for a week. During the week I received shocking news from my parents that everyone caught up in the disaster miraculously survived.

School resumed the following week and the miraculous survival of the victims was the talk of the school. My sister and I were walking back home and she walked with her friend while I was a little ahead of them but I could still hear what they were saying. They talked about UTME and SSCE; the final exams they had to write to get into college and they both planned to go to a university far from here. Lagos State University. I heard them conclude and when her friend went her own way, it was just the two of us again. There was a bit of silence until she eventually spoke.

"Ah. Jide I wonder who will be walking with you when I go to the University? I hope you can walk home by yourself."

I don't know what to say so I don't answer her but I am definitely thinking of life after she is gone. We have been walking together since we moved here. She would hold my hand and we would walk home talking about our experiences in school that day but that was when she still loved me...not now...not anymore.

I stopped walking. It's here again. In front of our gates with a broken neck and a twisted figure. It was so disgusting. I felt so scared and weak I couldn't move.

"What is this again?" my sister asked.

I couldn't speak as she gripped my hand and pulled me into the compound. I got into the house and my parents were in the living room with the priest.

"Oh no, not this clown again. Why was he here?"

He smiled at me and I looked at my parents so I could get an explanation.

"I saw you in the parlor early hours of this morning," my mother spoke, "and what you did was quite abnormal. You didn't even know when I came in," she said almost in tears.

"Do not worry, all will be well," the priest said, "we can start with 30 days of fasting and prayers, going to the prayer ground during the weekends for a deliverance session..."

"No No No! Not this again," I cut him off as I stormed out of the living room, ran into my room, and locked the door.
"I need to get away from these people," I said to myself.

"Jide open this door! Open this door Jide!" my father demanded.

Then I heard the priest's voice,
"Jide come out. It is okay."

I could hear my mother crying and my dad shouting at her that she was making matters worse. My father had broken the lock to the door but it was still jammed and he tried to break it down which was working because the door was slowly wearing off. Then there was a cry coming from outside,

"I need help! My father! SOMEBODY HELP ME PLEASE!"

Oh no. Not Mr. Obi. When will all this stop?

Soon everywhere was quiet and I could hear distant voices outside and my door finally opened by my mother. I sat in the corner of my room. Tired. And my mother was too. I could see her eyes were sore.

"I'm tired," I told her,
"I want all of this to stop," I said in a shaky voice and I was crying too.

"Jide, we want to help you. We just want to help you," she said.

"I need all of this to stop mummy. I'm getting tired."

I walked home from school 'alone' today. My sister started taking extra lessons for her final exams. I walked into our compound and Mr. Obi's house was still locked. My parents suggested I stay with my mum in her shop after school hours but the shop was far from school. We were supposed to go to the prayer ground tomorrow and I was to submit my CRS assignment tomorrow too.

I wonder if I should say goodbye today and go tomorrow.

"What should I do?" I asked my brother and grandmother who stood at the corner of the room. They didn't say anything but it looked like they were waiting for me. I got my rope and tied it to the ceiling, got on a stool with the other end of the rope tied around my neck and there it was again; the demon with the broken neck and twisted figure... I was wrong it came for me. I was not scared because I would be going to meet the people that love me. I closed my eyes and tipped the stool.

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