RESURRECTION – Season One: Episode 3

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“Verah what are you three afraid of?” asked Melinda. “Michael cannot be alive. My very eyes saw his corpse in Malta and so did Angelique, Lanre, Obiorah and Simon. You see, he can’t be alive. You must have seen a ghost,” said Verah. “I tore his flesh open with my fingernails to be sure he was no ghost. The person I saw was in flesh and blood. Just like you saw his corpse, so have I seen him alive and have spoken with him,” Melinda explained. “Did you tell Angelique before her death?” asked Simon. “I was going to but didn’t get the chance before she died. As a matter of fact, I called to tell her whom I had run into, but she did not pick up, that was shortly before some stranger called me to announce that she was dead.”

Obiorah stood to his feet and asked to be given some water. Austin went into the kitchen and returned with a can of cold water and a glass cup. Obiorah drank the water so greedily that everyone in the living room could hear him as he gulped down each cup he poured out for himself. It was as if everyone in the living room was waiting for him to finish and bare his mind on the matter. He must have read the cue, so he spoke up, “Michael is dead, and there is no debating it; however, whatsoever brought him back to life, also took Angelique.” “I don’t understand what you meant by ‘whatsoever brought him back to life, also took Angelique’. Tell me what happened in Malta?” queried Melinda.

“Something we all never took serious happened on that Island nation six years ago. Perhaps it was what killed Michael. We can’t be sure that it was, but it is the only explanation we have for what is happening right now,” explained Obiorah. “I can’t believe it that the Michael I saw yesterday is truly dead. But you haven’t told me what happened in Malta”, remarked Melinda. “Melinda, it was called ‘The Riches of the Dead’. It is no business of yours, just stay out of it, as far away as possible. Let those of us who made the choice to wish for ‘The Riches of the Dead’ face the consequences of our actions,” said Simon.

Obiorah, Verah and Simon stood up to leave, but Austin asked them to wait, “Hold on guys. What if you all are wrong and Michael never died in Malta. I spoke with this guy last night and frankly there was nothing sinister about him. I propose we dial this guy up and speak with him.” “Yes! Let us call him,” Melinda concurred. She fiddled with her phone for a moment and then rang up Michael. Melinda made sure her phone was on loudspeaker so they all could hear Michael’s voice.

A masculine voice came through, “Hi Melinda how is the get-together going? Are you guys missing me?” Melinda’s friends starred at each other in disbelief; they could not fathom how Michael could still be alive. They all agreed that the voice which spoke was Michael’s voice. “You shouldn’t have missed it, we all are having a great time here,” Melinda said. “Can you put the guys on the phone let me speak with them?” asked Michael. “Speak on; the phone is on loud speaker. We all can hear you.” “Hi guys, it feels like forever! Did you guys miss me?” “Miss you? I don’t get it Michael. We buried you in your home town, Eku-Obhiosa, in Edo state six years ago, how come you are back to life? I saw your dead body in Malta and I also saw it in your home town. How is it you are alive?” asked Obiorah. Verah shouted, “Oh my God!” pointing at Obiorah. A bloody fluid, with silvery mix was coming out of Obiorah’s nose.

There was no little commotion in the living room as Verah continued to shout unbelievably. Obiorah tried to wipe out whatever it was with his hand; but it seemed his effort unlocked a tap in his nostrils and the odd fluid began to flow out much more. In that moment, Obiorah slumped into an arm chair next to him gasping for breath. His eyes began to roll up and he went into a fit of spasm as death wrapped its ugly fangs around him.

Melinda and Verah fled from the living room; screaming in panic. They just could not stand the sight of a full grown man, and a friend for that, submitting helplessly to death. Austin and Simon picked up Obiorah and moved him into Simon’s car parked outside and drove him off to a hospital.

The next day, Melinda and her friend huddled up in a restaurant, talking in hushed voices as they tried very hard to figure out what was happening to them. While they explored every possible explanation put forward as to why they were dying in strange manners one after another, Angeligue’s father called Melinda to break the worst piece of news so far. “Melinda! It is Okore, Angeligue’s father! The worst has happened…”

 “What is it Papa?” asked Melinda. “Angelique’s body has woken up from death and took a walk into the streets! I am at the morgue right now!” said Okore. Melinda’s jaw dropped in a staggering shock. She wanted to say something to comfort the old man, but her mind was filled with fear and her tongue felt tied up. She could hear the broken sound of the old man’s voice over the phone, but her thoughts were far away. “Hello! Melinda! Hello!” Okore’s pain riddled voice continued to say over the phone.

Verah took the phone from Melinda and asked, “Baba Angelique na wetin?” “Na who be this?” asked Okore. “Baba na Verah, Angeli friend,” replied Verah. “My pickin wey die don wake up from death, dey waka for street. Them dey look for native doctor wey go catch am,” explained Okore. Verah flung away the phone in her hand, swinging her head insanely as though an invisible being had taken possession of it, and violently pulling at her hair. Her voice rent the air as she ran into the street screaming, “AAAH! AAAH! AAAH! AAAH!” Simon went after her and swiftly wrestled her to the ground.

In a moment of time passers-by and customers in the restaurant gathered around Simon and Verah. On a good day, Simon could carry three Verahs all by himself, but somehow, Verah in that moment had gained an extraordinary strength. Simon was having a hard time keeping her on the ground. He had to call for help, “Austin! Melinda! Someone help me! She is becoming too strong for me!” On-lookers didn’t need any other invitation; the call for help from Simon was their cue. They lent their help generously and helped to pin Verah on the ground.

Trust Nigerians, they always want to help; as the crowd thickened, orthodox and unorthodox solutions to Verah’s problem began to fly about. “Remove her shoes!” “No! Give her salt!” “Strip her naked!” “No! She will run into the market! Give her red oil!” “Water! Water! Pour water on her!” A fat woman came out with a bucket of water and emptied it on Verah and the young men holding her on the ground.

“Wait! Make way! Baba Oloye is here! He will cure her!” At this point Melinda who had gone numb since Mr. Okore’s call, kicked into action. “No! No! We don’t want native doctors to help her! Can anybody pray for her?” asked Melinda.

At Melinda’s query, a sudden hush swept through the crowd. A few people in the silent crowd stared at her angrily, wondering why she would reject an available help in lieu of an unavailable one. “Please someone pray for my friend; she is going to die,” Melinda cried amid tears. “Madam if you no want make your friend die, allow make Baba Oloye cure am,” said a man in the crowd. “No! She has said she doesn’t want a native doctor! I will pray for your friend Madam,” said a man in the crowd.


Written by:
Uzoma Ujor

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