Constant Visitor

  If there's one thing financial instability will teach anyone, its hope, hope for the best, expect the worst, I had gone through my exam schedule, if a thin chance  comes up, I might actually partake in my final exam, as always hope had been a foundation, my life was built upon,.

    In no time , the stars were in the dark sky, hovering my vintage house  I was already late  I had  wrapped up my books and headed  to bed, just to wake up frightened by my constant nightmare, nightmares were as frequent as he mosquitoes, that auditioned in a humming contest close to my ears, its never late, always punctual.

     if I were superstitious enough, the sly thought of    murder in my past life , would be on the top list, as it felt like I murder  queen, by pushing her down a story building, as she plummeted with the earth, 

    Well I have no other option than to sleep, but today's dream is different, not the usual monsters, I know I have encountered different creatures but today I saw a grey human, fish tail and fins on both sides ,with sparkly skin. long silk hair Hmm strange but all the same my life's always complicated in many ways, and I can't really tell, the last thing i will do is increase my existing stigma, by sharing my problem 

       Still fidgeting I went back to sleep, hours later I woke up preparing for school, luckily my mom was able to talk to the principal concerning my fees, I guess good people still exist, its a institution not a charity organization  but motherhood, is a skill  that came  with other  , skills that can't be attained  else where, and emotions as a teacher.

       The  week passed like  hours and I was done with my exam, meaning the term just ended, couldn't wait to get home, then assess the peak of solitary, i jogged back home as I did mental backflip, played, danced all these were mental activity.

  As I maintained a poker face, knotted finger, as my arm rested on my chest I walked foot-to-foot, towards my house, with a mental map, of its location.

      I felt a strong grip on my uniform, I turned swiftly just to meet a pair of blue eyes, her eyes conveyed unfathomable emotions just too hard to comprehend, she looked like she was in  late thirties, she doesn't looked ragged, I surveyed her appearance  in seconds she definitely doesn't look stray, neither was I report a missing twin. 

   My thoughts ran wild,  her intimidating aura conflicted with my soul, as she felt like a familiar  stranger ,I rebuffed the idea, of making inquiries as I jerked my hands from her, taking t my heels, as my head were sill fit to my neck.  

      I had been warned severally to stay away from strangers, because of kidnapping and rape. But the lady had a scary aura and just her hands touching me I felt really cold instantly," maybe she is mentally ill" I said to myself trying to comfort myself that nothing was wrong.

     Getting out of my uniform, I took a cold bath  to ease my tensed body, i found myself slowly drifting off as I laid on my bed, just to wake up frightened by a close friend, this time much more scary I was chased to a river by angry villagers and when there was nowhere else to run to I knelt besides the river crying helplessly and the same creature I saw the previous night came to me but this time I saw her feet.

        she placed her hands on my shoulder and I froze on the spot looking into her magnificent eyes, she had similar feeling and aura as the lady I met on my way back from school,  her grey skin, sharp green eyes, inhuman look were scary than the mob that were after me, yet conforting 

     I immediately woke up panting, why am I having such dreams ?, It's completely different from all my dreams, a new monster has been  introduced, ow it will be a constant visitor for goodness knows when  I was born a Christian but I hardly pray.

       But never indulgent in going on my feet to pray, as my athiest part, were much more greater, ones again, unmotivated, and unwillling though I believe , but right now  I need an intervention from some one who wouldn't laugh at me, or tease me, as my heart were making escaping attempts  

      it always felt awkward when I'm being told to pray in public, or just within the family I really like silent and personal prayers, and short ones too. I might giggle when told to pray for someone, or in public ,and people won't find that funny especially religious people.