It was a dark and silent night, between 11:00 PM and 12:00 AM, usually, by this time, loud shouts and songs are heard from the public address system of a spiritual church

 

I was still in deep thought when I drifted off to sleep. While I slept, I had a dream. It was a most strange dream.

But something bothered me. It struck me later on that the picture he sent to me could be fake, after all he had warned me early enough that even video calls could be faked; “on the internet, everything is possible,” he had said. So why should I believe that his picture is real? Why should I even believe anything of what he had told me? Even his profile on the platform where we chatted did not reveal much about him. In fact, the details there were not particularly real too. He left the conventional social media platforms like Twitter, etc and chose Nimbuzz for us to chat on, claiming that he did not trust Facebook, Twitter and the rest so I had to create an account there too.  I chided myself for accepting that picture without an objection. As if reading my mind, he sent me a message “don’t worry, we will be fine. I would have loved a video call with you but my phone is bad. Let’s see what happens in the next days.” This message was supposed to calm me down, right? But no, it didn’t. It worried me even further. Because this message came after we had said good night to each other. I was just lying in bed, waiting for sleep to get hold of me so how did he know that that was my exact thought at this moment? Who is this individual? It was becoming more adventurous than I thought. In my thinking, it was becoming mysterious. I recalled during one of our chats, he told me that he was a magician, he could read palms as well as foretell the future. Many thoughts ran through my head. The more I thought, the more the images were magnified. I wanted to get scared. Fortunately for me, my room light just came on indicating that power has just been restored. ‘This is a good sign’ I said, smiling despite myself. With the appearance of light, I felt safer so I left my room, went to check on my father and then my brother. My father was sitting in a chair in his bedroom, there was no panic. Then I knocked on my brother’s room door. Without waiting for a response, seeing that his room light was on, I entered his room. His bed was empty. He was not in his room and he was nowhere to be found. For a moment, I forgot my internal conflict as a result of RSP and became apprehensive for my brother. I couldn’t remember my brother telling me that he would go out that night for it was 11:55 PM and my brother wasn’t used to keeping late nights. I remember that I saw him about three hours ago, working on his laptop just before we turned off our power generator. I returned to my room, picked up my phone and dialed his number; “the number you are calling is switched off…” that was the message from the Service Provider. I ran back to my father’s room to ask him if he knew the whereabouts of my brother but one look at my father’s face told me that it would be better if I left him alone. I entered my brother’s room, turned off the light and was heading back to my room. “What are you doing in my room” my brother asked. He was standing at the door. I was startled. ‘LTV, you scared me. I was looking for you everywhere and your phone was switched off.’ “I locked the door and went outside. My phone is charging in my room.” He said casually.

I wanted to tell him about RSP but I changed my mind. There were no very concrete details about him. I also thought of showing LTV his picture, just to ask if he thinks the picture is real but I knew that I couldn’t show him the picture without saying something about it. LTV, noticing my demeanour, asked “are you ok, this one you are still very active by this time?” It came as a surprise to me when I heard myself say “Yes, I am fine. Good night” because I wasn’t ok at all. I was troubled. I wanted to talk to someone. In times like this, it’s my father I would have confided in but obviously I could not do that tonight besides the details about RSP were so sketchy that I really didn’t have much to tell.

Back in my room, still having the desire to feel safe, I left my room light on, said a silent prayer and slept off never a thought of the possibility of sharing my bed with a stranger… TO BE CONTINUED

 

We will like to know your thoughts. Please, feel free to comment, share and subscribe. Don’t miss any part.

If you have a story you would like us to publish, please contact us.

 

PACE E fashion coming soon!

On IG: @angelchiezep

#JesusSaves#

 

I did not have to think of a reply to his question because I knew that whether one believes in God or in science, the essence was the same. “So what do you have to say to my question? Won’t it be a problem? You believe in God and I believe in science.” He asked again as if he was reechoing what he has said. He sounded as though he wanted to take our friendship further but needed some form of reassurance that he was doing the right thing. I wasn’t going to reassure him, I was going to tell him the truth and he can decide for himself. ‘Science is good because it helps us know about our environment and the world that we live in and God wants us to acquire this knowledge so we can live a better life.’ I replied him. He must have been impressed because he immediately dished out several compliments-“You are an intelligent woman.” I smiled where I was because this was his first real compliment, it felt good coming from him but I was also surprised at this compliment because I did not see it coming. I never thought I said anything intelligent; I just gave him a sincere answer to his question, just as I understood it. “I have never met a woman like you. You are amazing. And to think that you are an African, a Nigerian for that matter! I won’t let go. You may just be the chance to my second life.” He went on and on dishing out compliments to which I said ‘thank you.’ He then asked me to send him more details about PACE Expressions as he wanted to start a project for PACE Expressions, using his software skills.

 And so I sent him as much information I have in my archives and we worked on the project together. He told me that this was the most tasking project he had ever had to execute because he put his best into it. He brought in new innovations and made it really standout. I could not keep this all to myself and so I told my father about RSP. I told my father, not leaving out any detail and my father being a good listener, listened keenly to me, never interrupting except to get clarifications. I showed my father the project we were working on. “Dera, is like your dreams are coming through at last.” My father said. I was taken aback by my father’s statement because my father can be described as one who expresses skepticism most of the time especially when the issue at hand does not have a “Christian” undertone. But then, that was a good sign for me though that I had my father’s approval, my father’s blessing and as excepted, my father stretched out his hand and said, “let’s pray.” My father prayed for me, prayed for RSP and asked God to bless him and prosper what he had begun. After the prayer, I was very happy, I felt more confident. Now I had my father’s blessing, I can continue chatting with RSP without fear, I thought to myself.

As the weeks and months rolled by, we started getting somewhat personal. I encouraged it and he too had no objections whatsoever. We talked very often as we worked on the project together. We shared idea, argued and then agreed everything seemed to be going just fine until he told me that he can never trust me unless… I Shared My Bed with A Stranger… TO BE CONTINUED

 

We will like to know your thoughts. Please, feel free to comment, share and subscribe. Don’t miss any part.

If you have a story you would like us to publish, please contact us.

On IG: @angelchiezep

#JesusSaves#