Hello, Abi. That is a good one. I don't know to what I should attribute my inability to remember dreams, have hallucinations or out of body experience. I choose to believe I'm probably too heavy to manage leaving my body anyway.
But I do have a ghost story that was bequeathed to me by my mother. She was about ten years old at the time. It was a cold harmattan morning in Enugu, a city in South Eastern Nigeria. My mom was sweeping the space in front of the house when her favourite aunt appeared from a distance, walking towards the house, dressed in her favourite flowery dress which my mother liked. With her was someone else my mother could not recognise. The most sensible thing for her to have done was run to her aunt. She didn't. Instead, she ran into the living room to tell her parents that her aunt came visiting from Lagos. Her father was just getting off the phone when she entered the room and her mother was crying: her aunt was in an accident and died instantly. That could not be! She ran outside to find that both women had changed direction and were heading towards an alley that led behind their house. But they were close enough for her to hear the older woman tell her aunt, "I told you that we should not have come here. Now, you can hear her crying!" To this, my mother's aunt replied, "I just wanted to see my little niece one last time."
My mother gave a chase but they had turned the corner before she could get to them and of course, they were gone :)
Say all you want about ghosts. I have never seen one, not even that of my beloved mother. I haven't even had a dream about her since she died. But her stories are gospel to me so if she says she saw her aunt, she must have seen her :) I don't know how to make any other sense of this one. What do you think?
Thank you, Abi. Only you make me tell these stories and I have missed reading from you.
Oh my dear @churchboy it is always so wonderful to hear from you. But let's address one important thing first! You have to promise me you are not going to be checking your phone while you're driving ever again :)
Also, this made me laugh ...
Now, I have to ask, how is that Coca-cola drinking of yours going? 🙃 I hope you are drinking it less and less and heading to a complete halt!
You have written this comment so beautifully it most felt like a short story. I just wanted it to continue! It is SO emotional (and spooky too!). This part had me placing my hand on my mouth and opening my eyes widely!
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But then, when I thought it could not get more emotional, you described the following:
Oh ... 😟
What do I think? I don't have the definite answer to whether ghosts exist or not. But one thing is for sure, no one can deny the fact these situations are very real indeed, for whoever goes through them 😊
Life over here is (thankfully) getting back to normal. It looks like I can start on weekly Friday posts again 😉
I missed you too! I wish you a week filled with accomplishments and peace!
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Oh, thank you so very much. I never really text while driving. That's why I look at the phone one last time before I go. I am glad you liked the story. My mom used to tell me lots of story and the above was the only ghost story she ever told me. I have never seen a ghost before and I have often wondered the meaning of these things.
You are too kind, Abi. Thank you for taking the time to read and respond to my comment. I am glad things are getting back to normal over there. Thank you and I hope to read your post again soon. Much love from me to you :)
Oh, and I have dealt with my coke addiction to a reasonable extent. My weight now has more to do with fitness than fatness. I have lost most of the fat but I am not addicted to lifting heavy weights. I wonder what it is with us that makes us trade one addiction with another!