RISING DEEP - Episode 5

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Nigeria's leading fictional story blog - parents, grave, room, home, playground, Samuel, Whoever put you into this grave, father, daddy, we bolted away from the cemetery.

The search for Samuel was frantic and intense and yet the police came up with nothing. My dad had thrown money at the police to find Samuel and that got them working their fingers sore. A week later, Samuel showed up on our door step looking like he had crawled out of a hole. We were happy to see him alive but worried about he his look. I called my parents to let them know that Samuel was home, before they arrived, I took Sammy to his room and asked him to go use the bathroom. I gave him some time to clean up and left.

Some twenty minutes later, I and Sandra went to Sammy’s room. He had cleaned up and was looking more like himself. When he saw us, he flashed his trade mark smile and asked, “Is there something to eat? I am very hungry.” “Yes, come to the dining table,” I said, wondering where he had been. The three of us went out of his room. At the dining table, Sandra gave him a warm hug, shedding a few tears. We had become very scared in the past few days thinking that he was dead.

When I had served him something to eat, Sandra and I sat at the table waiting breathlessly for him to let us in on what he had been through since he went missing. We were very disappointed when he finished eating, yawned weakly and announced, “I am going to sleep; thanks for the food Pat.” “What?!! You have been gone for many days, only to return and tell us you want to go to sleep!!! Have you any idea what we have been through since then?! Please, Samuel, tell us what happened to you!” I pleaded. Samuel looked at me for long and asked, “Was I missing for days?” “Jesus!!! Samuel! What is wrong with you?” Sandra asked looking stunned. I was so shocked that I could hear the sound of my heart beating very fast.

“Was I missing? What happened?” he asked again, holding his head with both hands. I could tell he was trying hard to recall the things he had been through. “Sammy, you left home over ten days ago to meet with a certain seer to find out who our parents and Gegwe really are. What did you find out? Where have you been since then? What happened to you?” I asked. “I don’t remember any of that,” replied Samuel. A look into his eyes revealed something was not right with him. I felt cold with fear. “Okay, even if you can’t recall what happened since you left home, can you remember where you have been all this while?” Sandra asked. “I…I…I know the place, I can show you,” Samuel replied. This time there was a glint of fear in his eyes. He stood up and headed for his room. Sandra and I followed behind him, scared for him.

He quickly got dressed and announced, “Let’s go. I think I can find the place.” “But where is the place, Sammy?” asked Sandra. “It is inside the bush behind the neighbourhood playground,” he replied. “What?! You slept in the bush all this while?! Why didn’t you come home instead?!” Sandra asked. “Stop! Sandra stop. He doesn’t remember anything,” I cautioned. “Pat, I will bet my life that Gegwe or dad knows something about what happened to Samuel,” Sandra suggested amid tears. “Who is Gegwe?” Samuel asked. With that, I knew something terrible had happened to my brother. I and Sandra wanted to start praying for him immediately, but Samuel wanted to take us to where he woke up that morning.

Determined to solve the riddle, I convinced Sandra to come along with me, she was minded to stay back and pray. From our street, we took motor bikes to the neighbourhood playground. As soon as we paid the commercial motorcycle riders, we followed Samuel across the playground and headed into the bush. For some ten minutes we followed Samuel deeper into the bush. At some point we became afraid and wanted to run back. We had to continue following our brother when we saw how determined he was to show us the place he woke up that morning. “Are you sure we should continue following him, Pat?” Sandra asked. “I think we should, perhaps he will remember what happened to him when he gets there,” I replied. While we discussed, Samuel continued running deeper into the bush. We had to call at him to wait for us.

When we finally got to where our brother woke up that morning, it turned out be a grave. “A grave!!! Samuel you woke from a grave!!!” Sandra yelled. Running behind me. “Is there a chance you are dead Samuel?” I asked. “I don’t know. All I know is that I woke up from this place in the morning,” replied Samuel. His answer did very little to help us. The truth was that I was much more scared than Sandra was. Carefully I and Sandra inched away from him. He stood over the grave staring into in. It was obvious he was trying very hard to recall how he ended up in the grave. We were stopped cold in our track when Sandra spotted something nearby. “Look! There is another grave there,” Sandra said, pointing at another grave. “There is one there too!” Samuel said, pointing at yet another grave. Within seconds, we had spotted well over fifteen graves. Then we figured out that we were in a secret cemetery. There were over thirty recent graves in that piece of land.

“Samuel how did you get here?!!” I yelled at him. “I don’t know! I don’t know how I ended up here!!!” he yelled back, crying. “Did you meet the seer that night?” Sandra asked pleadingly. “Sandy, I don’t remember a thing about the seer. I don’t even know how I got here,” Samuel said, sobbing. I walked over to where he was and put my hands around him. “Whatever happened to you, I promise we are going to find out. I think we should leave here. Whoever put you into this grave might return any time,” I said, encouraging him.

Hastily, we bolted away from the cemetery. By the time we got home, my parents and Gegwe were already home. “Samuel! Mommy Samuel is home!” Gegwe shouted when she saw us. On our way home I had told Samuel and Sandra not to tell our parents and Gegwe what we knew about Samuel – where he woke up that morning and about his memory loss. Gegwe ran over and hugged Samuel, planting a few kisses on his cheeks. When my parents came out, they were equally happy to see Samuel in one piece. “Where have you been Samuel? Where did you go? You had us scared?” my father queried, hugging him. “My son why did you leave home?” my mother asked, as she joined my father to welcome Samuel home.

“Isn’t it obvious why he ran away from home? You, your husband and this witch have turned our house into Sodom and Gomorrah. Are we not living with devils in this house now?” Sandra snapped. That was according to plan. I had asked Sandra to say that to give our parents and Gegwe the impression we did not know that someone tried to stop Samuel from finding out the truth about who they were. “Samuel ran away because he could not stand the sight of his father having sex every night with his sister and mother,” I said, braving up for whatever that might lead to. My parents and Gegwe turned away and left. As my parents and Gegwe disappeared into their respective rooms, Samuel drew closer to me and asked, “Is that happening for real?” “Yes, you even fought daddy for that before you went missing,” I said. “I fought daddy?” “You did Samuel. In fact, you tore up his face with blows,” Sandra pointed out.

Samuel looked at his hands and shook them simultaneously as if to rid them of the sin of fighting our father. I put my hands on his shoulders and shook him gently saying, “You must not let them know that you lost your mind.” After Samuel had gone into his room, a thought occurred to me, how can Samuel remember where our house is and who we are, and cannot remember what happened to him and who Gegwe is? I pulled Sandra closer and told her what I was thinking. She was as intrigued as I was. “If Samuel is not lying to us, then whatever happened to him has something to do with Gegwe. How can we find out?” Sandra asked. “We have to find who can help us without letting anyone know what we are doing, not even Samuel,” I said. “Do you have anyone in mind?” “No, but I might start with the pastor of the church where I worship.” “Good, while you are at it, I will talk to some of my friends about who can help us solve this mystery.” “Sandra, be careful who you talk to, okay?” “I will.”


Written by:
Uzoma Ujor

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