Sex with a Ghost 1&2

"As I was saying" Amuwa continued "The both of them are connected to one man. The advance lady was married to the man, while the lady was his mistress. The wife found out about the affair and confronted the lady. It went into a dirty physical fight, filled with abuses and death threats. Two weeks later, the lady died with three months of pregnancy after a terrible illness. A month after, the wife followed after a terrible car accident, leaving the man with four daughters" Silas paused.

"Are you still there?" he inquired from me.

"Hmm" I nodded in horror with raised eyebrows. Picturing the story sent shivers up my spine. When my own father was in the mortuary, I refused going to visit him; I know I would not be able to live with the sight of him in there.

"Alright, I thought you were asleep as you have not said anything since?"

"No, I'm total with you. Please continue" I encouraged him.

"We moved on, Amuwa got to another body, a male around his thirties and we all stopped. This particular corpse had a boner, which was really strange and not funny. Amuwa turned back at us, a tiny smile at the corner of his lips, he mouthed

"You see what I said. This one was probably having sex with another one before we came in. If we had not knocked before coming in, we would have got them in the act but won't leave to tell the story".

At this point, I was tired and feeling light-headed. The ammonia and heat really got to me. There was a rumble in my stomach and I felt like throwing up.

Few steps forward was the corpse of my father. He lay with his back against the cold floor, looking cold, swollen, stiff and darker. He was naked; his eyes shut and hands down stretched like someone at attention. Deep glass cut was on his forehead and chest. Daddy, who smiled a lot while alive, still had a little smile at the side of his now dark and dried lips. Like he saw something beautiful before he gave up the ghost. He looked so peaceful which was the only consolation that he was now at peace, free from the evil and hardship of this world.

At the sight of him, Morgan gave a loud scream and held me in a tight hug.

"Silas, Daddy is really dead… he is gone, Silas… he is dead… Daddy is gone" he said sobbing. I just stood stiff and cold like one of the corpses. Not even able to return the hug. All I felt was the sudden cold that engulfs my body and gave me a rare horripilation in the heat.

Before I knew it, the peppery sensations invaded my lungs and sting my eyes. They became wet and heavy, yet I didn't realize I was crying until my ribs began to heave like they suddenly weight too much to allow breathing.

"So this is him?" Amuwa questioned even though the answer was ready staring at him.

I wanted to reply him but the words got stuck in my throat. I felt numb, empty, and bruised inside. My soul unwilling to acknowledge the finality of death, never to look upon his face again or feel his embrace, see the warmth in his eyes, comforted by his words and surrounded by his love. I turn to leave, heartbroken, walking briskly, head bowed as tears flow steadily, silently down my immobile face till I found the door.

Outside, I quickly emptied my stomach of everything I felt inside. I sat on the pavement not concerning myself with what was going on neither inside nor about the new dead guy that lay beside me with white substance all over his mouth and nose. His eyes were open like someone surprised to see me.

The sun shone brilliantly and it was offensively bright and cheerful. It was as if they conspired to show me how the world would go on without my best friend and all-knowing father. It hurts even more. Everything should be as grey, numb and foggy as my emotions, it should be cold and damp with silent air. But the birds still sang and the flowers will still bloom. The world should stop and stand still like my life but it went on without even noticing the exit of a great man. Life goes on I guess." Silas concluded.

In a few seconds, I couldn't utter a single word. I lost in compassion for this young man. I knew exactly how it feels to lose a loved one. "Sad… that was really sad. I'm sorry. Really sorry for your loss" I said in the most composed and heartfelt way I could.

"Thanks" he murmured and instantly the white bulb above came on. It supplied the room with bright white light. Silas was sitting on the sofa while I was on the foam on the floor. The memory of his father's death brought tears to his eyes.

"You said you are here for prayers but you didn't say prayers for what?" he reminded me.

"It turns out I have a spiritual wife," I said and buried my head in shame.

"Hey! Common… cheer up. It is not the end of the world. Moreover, we are in the right place" he comforted me.

"Not just that…"

"Then… what?"

"I kind of smashed a wine bottle against my uncle's head…"

"Jesus!" Silas exclaimed. "Why would you do that?"

"I guess it is the work of my spiritual wife"

"Is he still alive?"

"I don't know, but I don't think he is dead. That is not enough to kill a grown man"

"You will be surprised what kills people these days. But you will go and check on him tomorrow right?"

"Should I? I mean… won't it be risky? What if he is still alive and waiting to have me arrested?"

"After morning prayers, I will go and pay them a visit" I collapsed back into the bed and after a short while slid back into my slumber.