Written by Stephen Angbulu The Sprint from the parking lot felt like hours. She had fallen seven whopping minutes behind schedule. Her pace doubled, tugging her 3-year-old “future pilot” along. If she makes the 10-minute grace period, little Alfred stands… Continue Reading →
It had started again! This time it was more severe than the others before.
Oreofe Martins tossed and turned in her bed as she mumbled words incoherently. Her hands flew to the sky as she tried to fight an invisible being. “Go away, please go away” she muttered as she tried to scream, but her voice was barely a whisper.
The bedcover landed on the floor first, followed by the blanket and then with a loud thud she fell to the ground. Her eyes flew open as a ray of light settled on her eyelids. Her body ached terribly as she held her throbbing head. “Why this again?” she asked no one in particular as a lone tear escaped her eyes.
“Jesus, I am tired of this” Oreofe whispered tearfully as she held her chest.
The day before she tried to wake up but couldn’t. An imposing, huge and dark being had hovered above her and pressed her to the bed. She had been able to hear voices around her but could not respond. Every attempt to voice out or move her body was futile. She had just lain there on her bed as unresponsive as death.
“Father, I am…