Stuck: A Night Crawler’s Tale

The road was dark and long. I heard the creepy insects and the hush sound of the wind bending trees with its arms.

It was 1.a.m and I was returning from a party –my first party. A kind fellow had dropped me at ‘Mokola Round About’ but I couldn’t get a taxi to Orogun. I stood there, waiting for a miracle to happen!

On that lonely road, I could hear a pin drop. The silence could beat that of a graveyard. The only car I saw flew back me like a kite which had caught it prey

Left with no option, I took the long trek from the ‘Round About’ to Orogun.

As I marched through the rain-soaked road, the cold wind wrapped its chilly arms around me.

I walked with the speed of light but few metres away; I heard thudding steps of a giant. I turned, but saw nothing. My heart raced fast. I increased my steps; the footsteps became heavier, this time, closer; it was following me.

The smell of fear and rotten bones filled my nostril. My bones quaked. When I looked up, three broad-shouldered giants stood at the entrance of the Iyaganku Cemetery.

One had a lump on his head with blood dripping from it. The other two were covered in stubble, their faces as hard as Olumo Rock and dressed in flowing black robe.

I tried to run, my legs couldn’t move. They stuck like glue to the ground.

“Hahahaha! Hahahaha! Where do you think you’re running to?” one of them asked, puncturing the long silence. “Get him in!”

They grabbed and pinned me to the ground. I tried to shout. The words couldn’t come out. It was like a heavy stone had been placed in my mouth.

Sweet dripped like early morning dew from my body.

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*It’s been ages I did (writing short stories) this and so don’t expect an ‘Ekus’ standard.

Emmanuel Egobiambu

A creative writer, editor and public affairs analyst skilled in research.

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