That moment I confessed, my great grandmother disappeared and the electricity turned on. My mother stared at me with an expression on her face I could not understand. She rose on the floor and picked up my phone.
She handed it over to me. “Call your father,” she said in self-disgust and walked away to open the kitchen door. She went in and came out with a tumbler. She sat on a chair at the dining table and opened her alcoholic wine. She poured some quantity of the liquor and drank a little from it. I, Ireti, still on the floor, took my glance at the wall clock. It was 1:55am in the morning.
“But mom it’s late already, why do you want me to call him?”
She could not look me in the eyes to answer. My face disgusted her sight. “Whether it is late or not, you need to explain what happened tonight. He needs to be here as early as eight in the morning.”
“Calling him at this late hour is not proper.” I said. Her eyes that shot at me told me to make the call immediately. I dialed my dad’s number and he picked after the third call. He sounded scared asking if something had gone wrong. I informed him of my nightmare. I cried, explaining things to him. He thought I was joking until my mother grabbed the phone from me and explained in her own way. He was short of words and promised to leave by five in the morning. It occurred to me I needed my father by my side. After my mother ended the call, she spoke to me after she lay on the long sofa in the living room.
“You need to get yourself ready by 7am. Your father should be here by 8am. The three of us will be visiting the cemetery together.
“To do what?” I asked surprised.
“You must be mad!” she fired at me. “Something is certainly not right with you. How can you ask me such a foolish question? Do you think your great grandmother will let you go just like that?”
I stood up. “But I confessed of what I did.”
She shook her head sorrowfully. “Are you even sorry for what you did? Ireti, do you have a conscience?”
My lips stayed glued.
“Goodnight!” she turned away from facing me.
Even with the light turned on, deep inside my heart I was petrified to the bones. I refused to kiss the night goodbye. I could not. What if death crawled up in my sleep? I asked myself. I walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water with my poking eyes everywhere. I looked at my left, right, back and my front just to be sure I was alone and safe.
At 6:46 am, my mother woke me up. I could not believe I slept off on the floor. I did a cross sign on my chest, thanking God I did not give up the ghost in my sleep. I got up on my feet and went into my bathroom. I had my bath, dressed into a fitted black and white gown. I put on a light makeup and went to join my mother downstairs. She was dressed in native attire, looking beautiful as ever. I sat and waited for my dad like an obedient servant. My father arrived at 9:10am apologizing for coming late. My mother refused to greet him even when he did.
My mum said to her ex husband, “Your daughter is just like you, a self-centered punk. Like father, like daughter. She turned to me. “You can drive with your father in his car. The two of you should drive behind me.” She walked out on us.
All my father did was gave a one sided smile on his lips. I was silent inside the vehicle all through, until we got to our destination. My dad did not say a word to me, he probably knew I was not in the mood for a chit chat. We came out from the car and we followed my mother to where my nemesis got buried. What I did, was catching up with me.
“You will be left alone here while we stay behind you.” My mother said as we reached. "You will apologize for what you did. After that, we will go to the church.”
“Church?” I asked stunned.
“You do not only need forgiveness, you also need Jesus in your life. You will confess your sins."
“Is that necessary?”
“Ireti,” my father called my name. “Your mother wants the best for you.”
I frowned. They stepped backward and I fell on my knees. “Great grandma,” I said. “I know what I did was absolutely immoral and ungodly. My heart bleeds that I did those things to you, please forgive me mama. Rest in peace,” I got up and walked up to my parents.
“So soon?” my mother asked.
“What do you mean so soon? Should I sleep on top of her grave?” I was already angry.
“Ireti. don’t be rude to your mother.” My father said.
“I don’t blame you Ireti.” she said to me. “After what I passed through last night because of you, you still disrespect me. I don’t blame you, it is…….”
By this time, I was not hearing her clearly anymore.
Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa.
Footsteps of my great grandmother’s ghost echoed into my ears. It felt as if it was approaching towards me. I feared for my life, I raced not looking directly to where I was moving. I knew my parents ran after me but I wasn’t bold to stop or look back. I continued to run like a tiger.
My mother screamed. “Ireti stop!!!”
I saw myself in the middle of the main road. It was too late to divert when a trailer ran over me! I fell on the ground damaged, and wounded. Bystanders exclaimed in shock! Blood gushed out from my mouth and my torn body. I saw my mother wailing, my father in tears. I was no longer going to see them again. The blue sky gazing into my gawking eyes turned into darkness.
****** The end.