Friday, 13 November 2015

Friday the 13th


“Death of the angel….Glorify  and please….. drops of fire ......purify and release..... The blood link we revere severe other ties... the blood link we share..... none other would spare..."  the person crouched in the circle chanted over and over. There were candles lit around, and markings on the ground. The person in the circle was stark naked, it was late just a little past midnight, there was a full moon.


Dabota rolled over n bed, reaching out for Teke’s warmth but as expected, he wasn’t by her side. His spot on the bed was still warm though. He has always been an early riser, the  clock by the bedside said 5:45. She stood up to find him, when her eyes feel on the date on the clock. Friday 13th November. She felt goose bumps on her arms and sat back in bed. For some reason, she was overcome by a terrible feeling.

Toku pulled her back pack over her shoulder and crossed the road.She was late for school, not like she minded. She didn’t want to go to school. She had a lot on her mind, and when she got to the junction, she took the left turn, walking away from school.  She got to an alley, and a girl was standing by.

“I have been waiting for you, you  are late” Tamara

“Sorry… I had a lot of things to do at home” Toku replied taking the envelope Tamara handed her.

“This is a very important consignment…. Don’t screw this up” Tamara warned Toku.

Tamara was dressed in a skimpy dress, and too much makeup for a girl of nineteen. Toku made to walk away,  and Tamara grabbed hold of the thirteen years old girl, pulling her back.

“I mean it… if you screw this up, the boss would have your head. This client is not to be triffled with" with that, she let her go and turned around.

Toku got to the drop off point, and knocked but got no response. She stood by the door for ten minutes, before walking away. She didn’t know if she was to take it back, or wait for some time.  She felt the envelop, wondering what was in it this time.

 She turned around and walked back to the door. This time, on the second knock, the door was opened by a terribly large man. He pulled her into the house.  


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Teke  got into the car keeping his suitcase on the passenger’s seat. He turned on the ignition, and heard a scream. He turned towards it and a truck rammed into his car. He was dead on impact.

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At that very moment, Dabota woke up screaming. She didn’t know he had dozed off on her desk. She looked around her, trying to get her bearings. It was a quarter past noon. She decided to go out for lunch, to clear her head. She was shaky… she wondered if she had been having a bad dream, she couldn’t remember what made her scream out.




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The man put a wet rag into Toku’s mouth, causing her to hyperventilate. She tried to reach for her bag to take out her inhaler, but the man kicked the bag away from her and picked up the envelope.
 Toku tried to calm herself down, tried to steady her breathing. At that moment, she wished she was in school. She wished she hadn’t gotten herself into a mess.  She wished she was anywhere but where she was.

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Dabota sat by herself, and her mind wandered to Friday 13th November  1998, exactly 17 years ago. She had been young and naive, and she could still hear the voice of her best friend and sister.
 “You must regret this…. I would take everything you have away when you can’t suspect. I promise” .

She had laughed in return, and walked away.

She was brought back to reality by the sound of laughter. She looked at her phone, it was time to pick her son up from school.

On her way to his school she got a call. She listened with her heart beating. She made an illegal U turn, and raced towards the hospital. She got there in record time, and was shown to his son’s room.

“How did this happen? How?” she screamed.
“An electric pole fell into the class, and a part of the ceiling hit him” The doctor responded.

Dabota looked at her son lying so still and fragile in the large hospital bed.The nurse held her hand, and led her outside his room, just as a patient was wheeled down the hallway.


The patient was obviously dead, because the face was covered. As they went past Dabota, a portion of the cloth covering his face fell off, and Dabota screamed. The lifeless face of her husband stared back at her.

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“Why did you send me a corpse? The man screamed into  his phone… I hadn’t even done anything with her, she started breathing like she was having a seizure or something…. Now she is not moving” The man looked down at the body of the young girl that lay on the floor. He loved his girls young, and didn’t expect a little roughness to be a problem.

“Okay…. I would dispose of her” He got off his phone.
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Dabota rolled on the floor inconsolable, and the nurses tried to hold her still. “No…. Let me go… It’s too late she screamed” She knew why it was happening, and she knew it would not end until she had lost everything. She sat down on the floor, and didn’t make a sound. Not when the doctor informed her that her son was dead, Not when she got a call from Toku’s school telling her that her daughter had been skipping school. She simply sat still.

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The woman looked into the mirror and cackled. Her curse was working. She had watched Dabota for so many years, waiting for the right time to strike, the right time to take it all. Dabota had taken it all from her, and now she had her revenge. She blew out the candles, and stood up.



She and Dabota had been best of friends, sisters in the same coven. But Dabota had been greedy, she had walked away from the coven, breaking the circle. Lives had been lost, Her sisters had been lost. She had sworn to pay her back, and now she had.


Dabota already had a family, but she left them just because she wanted another type of family. Against the rules. Now she was all alone, just as she deserved. Ala cackled leaving the circle.





LIFE IS A CHOICE MY FRIENDS
SO CHOOSE WISELY
ENOUGH SAID







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18 comments:

  1. Hmmmm, nice. Why do I love that name 'Dabota'? What does it mean and what language is that?

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    1. Jas it's a Riverine name (kalabari in dis case)It means Father's wife. There are other variations Daata, Dawota.

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    2. Yes, its a lovely name.

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  2. Hian, Opusivy have come again,,

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  3. Oh my! Witches things. Opus u r so talented. Keep it up

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  4. Nice One Ivy.I still maintain,u have a creepy side,
    *runs away*

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    1. Me creepy? Oya run o. cos if I catch u ehn. u knw i'm not creepy... It's my latop dat types out all those things o. I am innocentia

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  5. Ndi witches and wizards! Hmmm....I wonder what Dabota did to her.

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  6. Wow! E ma se aye! This type of revenge is too much na, ahn ahn!

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  7. Revenge, hmmm revenge....very consuming and sweet, but not a good way to pay back.

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  8. Hmmmmm, Nawa o! Ivy to marry now don dey fear me o.....hmmm

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  9. Winch things, Ivy Brown's own handwriting. Creepily nice tho

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  10. Hmmmmmm, yoruba movie, they call them abami eda or Abi ku. Life don sweet dabota she's not willing to go back to her world.

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  11. Friday the 13th, rared its head again in Paris, ironically I was born on a friday the 13th, so I kind of think not all of them are bad. #prayforNigeria #Prayforparis

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  12. This is creepy indeed!
    Friday 13th November!

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  13. Very scary! Nawa o, she really took everything.

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