We continue Miss Kay’s story:
Ghost witches. Teleportation. Experiencing death even in death. Who would have imagined that one could die even after they were dead? If someone had predicted to her that her life-after-death experience would be this dramatic, she would have died several years ago.
“Daydreaming again eh,” Grandma Kai’s voice jostled her back to the present.
She sat on the rock and gazed at this old woman who everyone thought was ‘dead’ but is very much ‘alive’ and training her for God-knows-what. Mona had always been adventurous but that was when she was alive. All of these puzzling experiences with her grandmother were gradually wearing her out.
“Life, for our kinsmen has always been a little complicated,” Grandma started. “You live and when you think death would bring you peace and rest, it doesn’t. There is always an assignment to complete.”
Mona looked up at her Grandma Kai and wondering what she was going to say next.
“Even in death, we’re not free. There is one last task and …”
The last part of her words became inaudible. Grandma Kai gazed ahead. She seemed frightened. As if she had seen a ghost. She held her tummy and fell off the rock. She began to wriggle in pain as if she had ingested poison.
“No ooo,” Mona screamed as she jumped from the rock to hold her grandmother.
“Not here, Grandma. Please do not abandon me,” Mona cried as she held her grandmother’s almost lifeless body or spirit.
“What am I going to do?” Mona kept uttering these word with tears in her eyes as she shook her Grandma Kai.
For what seemed like eternity, the old woman suddenly jumped up as if nothing had happened. She burst out laughing.
“Oh Mona. Mona. You are too emotional,” Grandma said. “Don’t you get it yet?”
“Get what?” Mona said. Almost whispering and shocked at the turn out of events.
“For the task ahead, you don’t need to get like this,” Grandma said.
“Like what?” Mona asked, wiping the remaining tears from her eyes.
“You need to be stronger than this,” Grandma responded. “This is the emotional-strengthening test and you’ve failed woefully.”
“Come. Sit down,” Grandma said, pointing to the rock once again.
Confused by all that had happened, Mona stood up and walked back to the rock. The night seemed very cold. She rubbed her arms for some warmth and looked at her Grandma Kai and awaited what was going to happen next.
It’s going to be a long night…
✓Tawa of gentlegiantsblog
✓Kadali.Bartlett of Kadaliblog published on Afrobloggers
✓Nicole of humanityboss published on Afrobloggers
✓uBu published on becominguBu
✓Tanaka who blogs at passionvictim ✓@rasmunroe who blogs at mystorymyownwords ✓ Miss Kay who blogs at misskayblogs ✓ ChristianBlogGh who blogs at thechristianblogghana
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2 thoughts on “Afrobloggers’ The Never Ending Story”
so many twists, what is real turns out to be a daydream and pain is faked… is everything a test I wonder?
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I’m wondering too. I look forward to see how all these would end…💃🏾
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