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Jb Da Silva Usman, Ikeja (2026)

10/06/2026

THE MALE OLOSHO (SEASON 2) - EPISODE 4

The following morning, I wake up before sunrise. For the first time in many months, my chest no heavy. The pain of losing my mama and brothers still dey there. But something don change.

Seeing my twin brothers the previous night change something inside me. Even if na only for few seconds. I know wetin I see.
I know say no be dream. I know say no be imagination. I see them. And that alone give me strength.

As I come outside, I see say my friend don already sit down under one big udala tree. The man no dey ever sleep? Anytime I wake up, na so I dey always meet am already awake.

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As I reach where him dey, him just look me and smile. "You saw them." I nod. The memory immediately bring tears to my eyes again. But this time, the tears no be only sadness. Hope join inside. Him point to one wooden stool. "Sit down."

I sit.

For some seconds, nobody talk.
Then he clear him throat.
"The training wey we dey do so far na only preparation." I look am.
"Preparation for wetin?"

The man look directly into my eyes.
"Preparation for your initiation."

Immediately my heartbeat increase.
The word initiation sound serious. Very serious. I ask am.

"When?"

The man answer.

"Tonight."

My stomach immediately turn. Fear and excitement mix together. The man continue.

"Tonight, you go enter where your grandmother enter."

I no understand.

"Where be that?"

The man point toward the forest behind the compound. Deep forest. Dark forest.
The type wey person no fit enter alone.
Then he say quietly:

"The Cave of the Ancestors."

The moment him mention the name, cold breeze begin blow. Even though sun don already rise. I no know why. But goosebumps cover my body.

Something about that name no sit well with me. The Cave of the Ancestors. The thing sound ancient. Dangerous. Sacred.

My friend stand up. "Prepare yourself."
Then him waka comot. Leaving me with thousands of thoughts.

The whole day pass slowly. Nobody explain anything to me. Nobody answer my questions. Even when I ask, people just smile. Or tell me say:

"You go understand tonight."

By evening, tension don nearly finish me.
As darkness begin cover the sky, my friend finally appear. Him tie white wrapper.
White beads. White sandals.

For the first time since I arrive Agbor, him look different. Not like ordinary man. He look powerful. Like somebody wey belong to another world. He hand me one white cloth.

"Wear this."

I obey.

Within minutes, we don begin journey enter forest. No torchlight. No lantern.
Nothing. Only moonlight.

The deeper we enter, the quieter the forest become. No birds. No insects. Nothing.

The silence too much. As if nature itself dey watch us. We walk for almost one hour. Then suddenly I see am. A giant rock. Massive. Standing between trees.
And beneath the rock... One opening.
A cave..

The entrance dark like midnight. I stop to dey waka waka. My body refuse to move again. The cave no look normal. At all.

Even from outside, I feel power. Heavy power. Ancient power. The type wey fit crush person. My friend stop beside me.
Then him ask:

"You still want continue?"

I swallow hard. Then I nod. The man smile.
"Good." We enter.

Immediately we cross inside, temperature change. The place cold. Very cold. The deeper we go, the colder e become. Then I begin notice something strange.

Symbols. Ancient symbols. Carved into the cave walls. Hundreds of them. Some glow faintly. Some no glow.

The deeper we enter, the stronger my heartbeat become. Until finally... We reach one large chamber. The place huge. Far bigger than I expect. The center get one stone platform. Around am, dozens of old staffs stand upright.

Some decorated with feathers.

Some decorated with cowries.

Some decorated with bones.

The moment I enter the chamber... My chest suddenly become hot. Very hot. I grab my chest immediately. The mark wey my grandmother give me begin burn.

The same mark wey save me from that black-lipstick woman. The pain almost make me fall. My friend shout.

"Stand!"

I force myself stand. Then something happen. The staffs begin dey shake.
One after another. Slowly.

At first I think say na earthquake.
But no. The cave itself no shake.
Only the staffs. Then wind suddenly fill the chamber. Strong wind. Yet no opening dey anywhere. The wind circle around me.
Faster. Faster. Faster. Then... The voices begin. Hundreds of voices. Men. Women.
Children. Old people. Young people.
All speaking at once.

I no fit understand wetin dem dey say.
But the sound alone almost drive me mad.
I cover my ears. Still I fit hear them. Inside my head. The voices louder. Louder. LOUDER. Then suddenly— Silence.

Complete silence. Everything stop. The wind. The voices. Everything.

Then one voice speak. Only one. An old woman's voice. I know the voice immediately. My grandma.

"Child."

Tears instantly fill my eyes.

"Grandma?"

The chamber suddenly fill with light. Soft golden light. And there she was. Standing before me. Exactly the way I remember her. The wrapper. The beads. The smile.
Everything.

My legs nearly fail me. "Grandma..." The old woman smile. Then she open her arms. I run toward her. But before I reach her— My body pass through. Like smoke.
I stop. Confused. Heartbroken. The old
woman smile again.

"You cannot touch the dead."

Tears roll down my face. I no care.
Just seeing her again dey enough.

The woman look at me carefully.
Then she nod.
"You have suffered." I begin cry.
Immediately. Like small child.
All the pain. All the anger. All the grief.
Everything burst out.

I tell her about my mama. My brothers. My sister. Everything.

As I talk, she listen quietly. When I finish...
She sigh. A long sad sigh. Then she say:

"The path ahead will not be easy."

The chamber suddenly become darker.
The smile leave her face.

"The enemy has awakened." My heartbeat increase.

"The woman?"

Grandma shake her head.

"No."

Immediately fear enter my body. If no be the woman... Then who?

Grandma raise her hand. The air before us begin move. Like water. Then images appear. At first blurry. Then clearer.
I see the black-lipstick woman. She kneel before something. Something huge.
Something hidden in darkness. Only two red eyes visible. Nothing else. Yet the sight alone make fear enter my soul.

The creature open its eyes fully. And suddenly... It look directly at me. Even though na vision. Even though we dey different places.

It look directly at me. Then it smile. My blood freeze. The image disappear instantly. I stagger backward.
Breathing heavily.

Grandma's face serious now. Very serious.
"The woman was only a servant."

Coldness run through my body. Then she continue.

"The master has noticed you."

I no fit talk. The fear too much. The old woman step closer. Her eyes soft again.

"Do not fear."

Then she point toward one corner of the cave. I turn. There, standing upright among the staffs... Na one staff different from all the others. Old. Very old. Decorated with white feathers.

Exactly the horn-like staff my grandma always carry. My breath catch. "The Ofor."
Grandma nod.

"The one your father hid."

I slowly approach am. The closer I get, the hotter the mark on my chest become.
Finally... I touch it. The moment my fingers touch the Ofor— Light explode everywhere. White light. Blinding light.

The cave disappear. The forest disappear.
Everything disappear. And suddenly...
I find myself standing somewhere else.
A strange battlefield. Smoke everywhere.
Fire everywhere. And standing behind me... Twenty-one warriors. Men and women. Dressed in ancient clothing.
Holding spears. Holding swords.
Holding staffs. All twenty-one looking at me.
Waiting. Watching. One of them step forward. Then kneel. The others kneel too.
One after another.

Twenty-one spirits kneeling before me.
Then together they speak:

"We have waited."

The sound shake the entire world.
My body tremble. My soul tremble.
Everything tremble. Then one of them raise his head. And say: "Command us."

Suddenly— Everything goes black.
Completely black. And I hear my grandmother's voice one final time:

"The guardians have returned."

TO BE CONTINUED...

10/06/2026

Made Jollof Rice for twelve of my kids in the neighborhood.

10/06/2026

THE MALE OLOSHO (SEASON 2) - EPISODE 3

The journey from Lagos to Agbor no be small thing. As motor dey move, my mind no rest at all. Everything wey happen for the last few days dey play for my head like film. The dream. My grandma. Her message:

"The Ofor is not safe."

"Somebody is looking for it."

"You must find it before they do."

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I still no know whether na ordinary dream or something bigger. But one thing wey I know be say the fear wey dey my body before don dey reduce small small.

Because for the first time since my mama and brothers die, I dey feel like say maybe their death no be the end of my story. Maybe na the beginning.

Around evening time, I finally reach Agbor.
As I enter my childhood friend's compound, e be like say dem dey expect me already.

The moment I enter gate, one young boy rush go inside. Seconds later, my friend come outside. Him smile. But the smile no last. E just look me. Look me well. Then him nod.

"Good."

I ask am. "Good wetin?"

Him say, "She don finally reach you."

Cold first catch me because I know say him dey talk about my grandma.

I never tell am anything. Not even the dream. Yet him don know. Him turn come tell me say "Follow me."

We no enter any of the big houses.
Instead, him carry me go one old mud building for back of the compound.
The place old. Very old. The walls get cracks. The roof don fade.

The moment I enter inside, I smell something. Herbs. Smoke and something wey I no fit explain. The room get only one wooden chair. One mat. And one old lantern. Nothing else.

My friend point the mat. "Sit down."
I sit. Him sit opposite me.

For almost one minute nobody talk.
Then him ask. "Wetin she tell you?"
I shock. I ask am "Who?"

"Your grandmother." My heartbeat increase. I come begin tell am everything.
The dream. The voice. Everything.

As I finish, him close him eyes. Then him nod slowly. "The calling has started."
My mouth dry. "Meaning?" Him lean forward. "The spirits have accepted you."
Silence.

I no know whether make I happy or make I fear. Him continue. "Before now, you only dey protected." "But now..." He point at me.
"You are beginning to see." I ask am. "See wetin?" Him smile. "You go know soon."

That night, dem prepare one small room for me. Food dey. Water dey. Everything dey. But sleep no come. Anytime wey I close my eyes, I dey hear strange whispers. Like people dey talk from far away. Sometimes e go stop. Small time e go continue.

Around midnight, I finally sleep. Then the nightmare begin. I find myself dey stand inside one forest. The place dark. No moon. No stars. Nothing. Suddenly I hear footsteps.

Kpa.

Kpa.

Kpa.

Kpa.

Somebody dey waka come. Slowly. I turn.
Nobody. I no see anybody. The sound continue.

Kpa.

Kpa.

Kpa.

Kpa.

Then I hear voice. A woman's voice. Very old. Very weak.

"Run."

My body freeze. Again.

"Run."

Immediately the voice talk am, I hear growl sound behind me. Like animal. Huge animal. I turn. Wetin I see almost give me heart attack.

Na one giant black spirit. The spirit eyes red. Teeth full him mouth. The thing stand like human being. But no be human being .
at all.

The creature begin dey waka towards me.
Slowly. One step. Two steps. Three steps.
I try run. My legs no move. I try shout.
Nothing.

The creature come dey come closer. The thing dey near me small small then suddenly— I wake up. I jump up from the bed.

Sweat cover my body. My chest dey rise and fall. The room dark. But somebody dey stand for the corner. I nearly shout.
Until I recognize who stand there. Na my friend. Him hold one lantern. The expression for him face serious. Very serious. I ask am . "Wetin happen?"

Him answer.

"You saw it?"

I nod.

The man sit down. For some seconds nobody talk. Finally I ask am .

"Wetin I see?"

The man take deep breath. Then him answer.

"The thing wey kill your sister."

My whole body cold instantly.

"What?"

Him nod.

"Na the juju wey dey follow your family for years be dat."

I no fit talk. Him continue.

"Most people no fit see am." "But now you can." I swallow spit. Then I ask am. "Na spirit?"

The man shake head slowly.

"Something worse."

The lantern light suddenly flicker. For one second. I swear. I see fear for my friend eyes. Real fear. The kind fear wey person no fit fake. And na then I know say
Whatever dey after my family... No be ordinary thing.

The following morning, my training begin.
No ceremony. No announcement. No warning. Sun never even rise before my friend wake me.

"Stand up."

I stand. Him carry me go one clearing behind the compound. Tall tall tress surround the place. The place dey very quiet.

Then him give me one bowl. Inside the bowl na water. Clear water. Nothing else.
Him say.

"Look inside."

I look. Nothing. Just my face. The man say.

"Look properly."

I continue looking. Five minutes. Ten minutes. Nothing. Then suddenly— The water begin dey move. By itself. My heart nearly stop. The surface begin dey shake.
Small small. Then image begin appear.
At first blurry. Then clearer.

I see my papa house. I see my papa sit down alone. I see say him dey cry.
My breathing change. The image come disappear. Immediately. I face that my friend. "What was that?!" Him smile. "The beginning.. "The beginning of wetin?"
Him answer. "The beginning of seeing beyond ordinary sight."

For the next seven days, the training continue. Every day. Every night. No rest.
No mercy. I learn how to focus my mind.
How to listen. How to remain silent.
How to recognize spiritual presence.
Sometimes I go fail. Sometimes I go succeed. But something inside me dey change. I dey feel am.

One night, As I dey sit down alone for outside, something happen. The moon bright. The compound quiet. Everybody don sleep. Suddenly I begin hear footsteps. I turn. Nobody. The footsteps continue. Then I hear laughter. Children laughter. Small small children. I stand. The sound dey come from one tree nearby.

I moved closer. Slowly. Slowly. Then I stop.
Because standing under the tree... Na my two younger brothers. The twins wey die.
I freeze. My heart almost stop. The same faces. The same smiles. The same clothes.

Exactly the way I remember them. One of them wave. "Brother."

Tears instantly fill my eyes. I try move. But I no fit. The second one smile.
"Brother."

Na so I begin burst cry. Real tears. I try run go meet them. Immediately I move— Both of them vanish. Just like smoke. Gone.
Completely.

I fall to my knees. I begin dey Cry. Shaking. Broken. Then a hand touch my shoulder. Na my friend. He had been standing behind me. Watching. I ask between tears.

"That was them?"

The man stay silent for long. Then he answer..

"Yes."

I begin cry harder. For the first time since their death. Na the first time I dey see them again.

Even if na only for few seconds. My friend allow me cry. Then he say quietly.

"The dead are never truly far away."

That night... For the first time in many months... I sleep peacefully. Because deep inside me... I know say my brothers still dey somewhere. Watching. Waiting. And somehow... The journey wey start with pain... Was becoming something bigger than revenge.

Something bigger than death. Something bigger than fear. But unknown to me...
Far away from Agbor... Inside one black-painted mansion hidden deep in the outskirts of Lagos... A familiar woman sat before seven burning red candles.

The same woman wey nearly use me for sacrifice. She hold one calabash. Inside the calabash... The condom containing my seed still dey there. Untouched. Preserved.

Suddenly the fire from all seven candles turn blue. The woman's eyes widen. She stand immediately. Then she whisper:

"He has awakened."

The room suddenly shake. A deep voice answer from the darkness.

"Find him."

The woman bow her head. Fear cover her face. Because she knew one thing. The boy wey escape five months ago... Was no longer an ordinary male olosho. And very soon... Their paths would cross again.

TO BE CONTINUED...

If I get enough COMMENTS, LIKES and SHARES, I will drop the next episode as soon as possible.

09/06/2026

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09/06/2026

THE MALE OLOSHO (SEASON 2) - EPISODE 2

After that dream, sleep no come my eyes again. I just sit down for edge of bed dey look wall. The same words just dey replay for my head.

"Find it."

"Find it."

"Find it."

Wetin I suppose find? Who be the old woman? How she take know my name? And why her voice sound exactly like the voice wey save me from that trailer?

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As day break, Sammy notice say something no dey right with me. The guy come sit down beside me.

"Johnny, wetin really dey happen?"

I look am. For some seconds I no talk. Then I tell am everything. The trailer. The voice. The dream. The old woman. Everything.

Sammy listen quietly. When I finish, him scratch him bear bear.

"Guy, I no go lie you o. This thing no normal." I nod.

"Naim make I dey tell you."

Sammy stand up.

"Abeg make I go buy bread first. Hunger dey wire me. We go reason this matter later."

For the whole day I no fit rest. Any small sound go make me jump up. Any old woman wey pass me for road, I go dey observe her well. The thing don enter my head.

That evening, me and the boys prepare to go hustle.

As we reach our usual spot, business begin normal. Different cars dey stop.
Different women dey carry different boys.
Me I stand for one side.

To be honest, work no really dey my mind.
Na that dream I still dey think about.

Around 11pm, one white Toyota Highlander stop for my front. The glass wine down. Na one woman. Maybe late thirties. Fine woman. She smile.

"You dey available?"

I nod.

"Yes ma."

"Enter."

I enter.

As she drive, she dey ask me questions.
Normal questions. Where I come from.
How long I don stay Lagos. Whether I get girlfriend. I just dey answer small small.

Then suddenly she ask me one strange question.

"Shey you believe in spirits?"

My body cold immediately. I turn look her.
She still dey face road. I force laugh.

"Which kind question be that?"

"Just asking."

I no answer.

For the rest of the journey, na silence full the motor. She no talk and me too no follow her talk.

When we reach her apartment, everything go normal. She freshen up, me too freshen up. I take my burantashi. Few minutes, gbola don rise. I carry her lie down for bed.

Her obo just yellow anyhow... Since wey I dey do this Olosho work, I know say some women dey get isu obo, but this one own isu obo form well well..

As I dey look her obo self, my own oko want break because the burantashi wey I take don activate fully.

I use my two hands spread the lips of the obo, na so everywhere dey draw like ogbono. I begin dey do her obo licki licki and she dey give me mard mard ringing tone.

Small time she say "fi oko e sobo mi o". Na so I hold my oko, I Chuk am enter her obo wey don over wet. I come begin dey pound her fufu like say na she be the cause of my problem.

After we don go like 3 better rounds, we come sleep.

Around 2am, I wake up suddenly. My throat don dry. I need water. I stand up from the bed. The woman still dey sleep.

I quietly come outside go kitchen. As I reach kitchen, I freeze. One old woman stand beside the fridge. The same white wrapper. The same white hair. The same shape from my dream.

My hand begin dey shake. The cup wey dey my hand nearly fall. The woman slowly point me. Then she talk.

"Find it."

I shout.

"Who are you?"

Immediately I blink my eye. The woman don disappear. Just like that. Gone. No door open. No window move. Nothing. Gone. Just like that.

I rush enter bedroom. My body begin dey shake.

The woman wey carry me come ask wetin happen because she don wake before I come back. I lie say I see rat.

How I wan take explain say, I see old woman for her kitchen and the old woman later disappear?

The following morning, I just collect my money comot.

As I reach house, Sammy dey outside.

Immediately him see my face, him know say something happen.

"Wetin happen again?"

I tell am. The kitchen. The old woman.
Everything.

This time Sammy no laugh. At all. The guy just keep quiet. Then him talk something wey surprise me.

"Johnny... maybe you go need go back to Agbor."

I look am. I ask am why?

"Because na there you go fit understand all these things wey dey happen to you."

I tell am say I no dey go village because I don tell my papa say make him dey expect my dead body. Because wetin dat man do, I don vow say I no go ever forgive am.

Sammy look me. Him tell me say family na family o. Say no matter what, say my papa na the only family wey I get for now.

Him say even though I no want go home to go make peace with my father, him say make I go home so that I go fit understand wetin dey cause all these strange strange occurrences wey dey happen to me.

I just look am tell am say I don hear. I Waka comot.

That night, I decide say I go forget everything. I buy enough beer. Enough loud. If spirit wan talk, make e talk. I no wan hear anything and I no dey go back village alive.

Na my dead body I want make dem carry go give my papa for village make him bury so that him go know say him come this life and him use him hand bury him wife and all him children because of him over holy holy and stubbornness.

Around midnight, I don over high. My eyes don dey turn me. I collapse ontop bed. Then another dream come again. This time own different.

I see my village. I see my father compound. I see the agbalumo tree wey dey behind our house. Then I see the old woman again. This time she face me.
My heart nearly stop. Because I recognize her. Na my grandmother.

The same face wey dey for her old photographs wey my daddy hang for wall for inside house for village.

The same eyes. The same tribal marks.
Everything. She look me. She No smile. She No vex. She Just dey very serious

Then she point for ground beneath the Agbalumo tree.

"Johnny."

My body begin dey shake. Because na the first time wey she face me dey call my name directly.

"The Ofor."

My chest begin dey beat fast. She continue.

"The Ofor is not safe."

I try move closer.

"Grandma!"

She raise her hand.

"Somebody is looking for it."

Then wind suddenly begin blow. Leaves begin dey fly everywhere. My grandmother voice become louder.

"You must find it before they do."

I shout.

"Who?"

But before she answer—

BOOM!

I wake up. I sit upright for bed. Sweat full my body. My breathing come dey fast fast like who dog pursue.

As I look widow, everywhere still dark. Day never break. People still dey sleep.

For the first time since all these things start, I come finally get the answer.
The dream no be random dream. The dream get purpose. And the purpose of the dream na my grand mother Ofor.

That sacred staff wey my papa refuse to show me where e dey till my twins brothers die.

The thing still dey somewhere. And according to my grandmother... Somebody else dey look for am.

As I still dey reason am, my phone suddenly vibrate. I check the screen.
Unknown number.

4:17am.

Who dey call person by this time?

I answer.

"Hello?"

Silence.

Then a woman's voice.

Cold.

Very cold.

"Johnny."

Fear catch me immediately. I never tell the caller my name. I sit up immediately.

"Who be this?"

The woman laugh softly. The laugh no sweet my body. Then she talk.

"The Ofor belongs to us."

My blood run cold. I grip the phone tighter.

"Who are you?"

The voice continue.

"You survived six months." "That was impressive."

I jump from bed. Every hair for my body begin stand. Because immediately I hear the voice, I recognize am. Na the black-house woman.

The woman wey dey collect men xparm inside calabash for ritual. The woman wey try put bead for my neck and e no gree enter. The woman wey her boys trowey me for bush as dem no fit use me.

She laugh again. Then she say:

"Tell me where the Ofor is."

The line suddenly cut. I look the phone.
My hand come dey shake. My heart begin dey run fast.

Because now I know one thing. I am not the only person searching for the Ofor. And the people looking for it are already watching me.

TO BE CONTINUED...

If I get enough COMMENTS, LIKES and SHARES, I will drop episode 2 as soon as possible.

09/06/2026

THE MALE OLOSHO (SEASON 2) - EPISODE 1

As una know before, My name na Johnny. For the past six months, I don dey wait to die. I know as e sound. If person tell me this kind thing before, I for punch the person Mama left eye. But after wetin happen to my family, Joy no dey my eyes again.

First na my sister Esther die. Then my mama die. Then my two younger brothers wey be twins follow.

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The thing wey pain me pass be say all those deaths na wetin we for fit avoid if to say my papa listen. But him no listen. Him choose church. Him choose stubbornness.

And because of that him stubbornness and holy holy, everybody wey I love pay the price with their life.

So now, na only me and my papa remain. And me, I dey wait for my own turn to die.

Every morning wey I wake up, I dey check whether I still dey alive. Sometimes I dey even surprise say I still dey breathe.

Because according to wetin that my friend for Agbor tell me, the deity suppose don collect me too. But six months don pass. Nothing happen. I still dey breathe. I still dey waka. I still dey chop. I still dey do my olosho work. Life just continue somehow sha.

That evening, me and Sammy sit down outside of our compound. The weather cold small. Sammy dey smoke. Me I dey drink beer. We no really talk sha. We just dey high.

Since my brothers die, I no too dey talk like before. Most times I go just sit down dey reason alone.

After some minutes Sammy look me.

"Guy."

I answer.

"Hmmm."

"You sure say you dey okay?"

I laugh. The laugh no sweet.

"Which part of me no dey okay?"

Sammy scratch him head.

"To be honest ehn... since that your village matter happen, you never remain the same."

I no answer. Because na true. I no get myself since I come back from village months back.

The Johnny wey dey joke every minute don disappear. The Johnny wey dey laugh anyhow don disappear. The Johnny wey dey dream about future don disappear.

Sometimes I dey feel like say part of me die with my mama and brothers.

That night around 10pm, we carry body go work. The same street. The same customers. The same life.

As I stand for road dey wait for customer, one woman carry one of the boys. Another car carry another one. Me I just stand dey look.

For some reason, this Olosho work no come dey sweet me like before again.

Money still dey important. But the hunger wey I get for money that time don reduce.

If person know say death dey wait for am, wetin be money again?

Around midnight, one silver Lexus stop for my front. The glass come down. Na one woman. Fine woman. Maybe forty years.

She smile.

"Enter."

I enter.

As I sit down, she ask me my price. I tell am. She nod. Then we begin drive. Normally I go dey crack joke. But that night I no get strength. The woman too notice am.

"You no dey talk?"

I reply her, "Mama no mood to talk like this o

She look me.

"Heartbreak?"

I laugh.

"If na heartbreak, e for better."

She keep quiet. After some minutes she ask.

"So wetin happen?"

I no know why. Maybe because na stranger. Maybe because beer still dey my head. I just begin talk. I tell her everything.
Not every every o. But enough. I tell her say I lose people. I tell her say life tire me.

I tell her say sometimes I no even care wetin go happen to me.

The woman no talk for long time. Then she talk something wey dey strange.

"Death no dey always come when people expect am."

I turn look her. She still dey face road. Then she continue.

"Sometimes the people wey think say dem go die soon, na dem dey live the longest pass."

The thing enter my head somehow. But I no answer.

When we reach her house, we spend the night together. Nothing unusual happen. Just normal make preeq enter tow tow.

The following morning she pay me and I leave. But as I dey enter bus go house, her words still dey my head.

Death no dey always come when people expect am. For the next two weeks, life continue normally.

Work.

Sleep.

Drink.

Repeat.

Then one night something happen. Something wey change everything. That night, business no too move.

Around 1am, I vex decide say make I trek small go buy food. As I dey cross one road for Ikeja, I hear horn.

Poooooooon!

I turn.

Omo!

Trailer!

Huge trailer!

The thing dey come with full speed. The distance between me and that trailer no reach five steps. I freeze. I no fit move.

Everybody dey shout.

"Run!"

"Run!"

But my leg no move. I just stand there. For that moment, I swear say na my end be that. I don give up say finally my time don come to die. I just close my eyes.

Then something happen. I hear one old woman voice for my ear.

Clear.

Very clear.

Like person stand beside me.

"Johnny... move. Your time never reach"

I no see anybody. But immediately I hear the voice, one breeze blow me comot for the road.

The trailer brush my shirt pass. Kraaaaaash! The trailer jam one parked vehicle. The trailer crush the motor. If anybody dey inside that motor, the person no go survive am.

People begin gather. Everybody dey shout.

As for Me? I just stand there. Sweat full my body. My heart dey beat like drum. I touch my body and I touch one street light pole to be sure weda I still dey alive or not.

I look around. I no see the old woman voice wey I hear. Nobody. Nothing. Just crowd.

One man come hold me. "Guy! You lucky o!" Another person say. "Na God save you!" I no answer. Because for my mind, na one question dey. Who call my name?

As I reach house that morning, sleep no come. I just lie down for bed dey look ceiling.

The voice no leave my head.

Johnny... move.

Johnny... move.

Johnny... move.

Around 4am I finally sleep. And na that sleep bring another problem.

For the dream, I stand for one bush. Everywhere quiet. No birds. No sound. Nothing. Just silence.

Then I see one old woman stand for distance. She tie White wrapper. White hair. Back facing me. I no fit see her face. She raise one hand. She point somewhere inside the forest. Then she talk.

The same voice wey save me from trailer.

"Find it."

I shout.

"Find wetin?"

She no answer.

She just point.

"Find it."

I wake up immediately. My whole body wet with sweat. Day never break. I sit down for bed. My chest dey rise up and down.

I remember every single thing. The dream.
The voice. Everything.

As I sit down there, Sammy wake up. Him rub him eyes.

"Johnny?"

"Hmmm."

"You never sleep?"

I no answer immediately. Then I look am.

"Sammy."

"Hmmm?"

"You believe say dead people fit talk to living people?"

Sammy remove blanket from him body. e look me well. Then him come laugh.

"Guy, wetin you smoke?"

I no laugh. I just keep quiet. Because deep down, I know something. The voice wey save me from that trailer. The voice from the dream. Both sound exactly the same. Exactly. And somehow...

I begin fear say maybe my waiting period don finish. Maybe the spiritual world wey I run from for six months don finally find me.

As day begin break outside, I sit down for edge of my bed. Sleep no come again. Peace no come again. For the first time since I returned from Warri, I felt something stronger than grief.

Fear.

Because something was coming. And whatever it was... It had finally started.

TO BE CONTINUED...

If I get enough COMMENTS, LIKES and SHARES, I will drop episode 2 as soon as possible.

Jb Da Silva Usman

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