Sex with a Ghost 1&2

The big bright sun peeked out of the clear sky from time to time. A pleasant breeze rustled the native compound and its surrounding bushes, cooling the guests as they danced to sweet Afro melodies from the Legend Osadebe. The men moved gallantly to the beats while the women vibrated their buttocks, stumping their feet on the ground raising dust.

I sat on a specially cane-weaved chair under a canopy, hidden from the burning sun. Balloons and streamers fluttered around the railing and bannisters, a festive mixture of pink, light blue, and white. The smell of fresh-cut flowers mixed with the sweet aroma of joilef rice filled the air.

To the left of me were rows of cars glittering in the sun. A stretched Limousine stood alone, decked out in ribbons and twisted coils of streamers, ready to whisk the groom and bride away. 'Just Married' was painted across the dark rear window.

As I sat there, I thought to myself, how perfect and lovely everything was. Who could be getting married? Where are the bride and groom? Why am I behind? As a pastor, I am supposed to be in front, on a special seat. Could it be Pastor Silas's wedding? Unlike me, he is in a courtship with a pretty lady, and they will be getting married soon. This could be the wedding we all have been waiting for.

The music stopped, and all heads turned to face the far end of the compound. From a thatch hut came Heaven attired in fineries and colourful materials; new wrappers, beads around her waist, hair beautifully woven with threads and beads, and bangles on her ankles and wrists. Beautiful patterns and lines were drawn with Uli on her face, chest, and legs. Looking dazzling and beautiful like never before, she walked majestically, shaking everything before coming to sit beside her father just as custom demands.

Like most men present, her father wore an expensive loincloth wrapped around his waist passing between his legs and was fastened at his back. He had a red cap on with an eagle feather attached to it. Grinning from ear to ear, he presented her with a cup of fresh palm wine, instructing her before the guests to show them who her husband is as he was not familiar with whom he was.

On her knees, she took the cup from him, covered it with her palm and went in search of groom among the audience, dancing to the beats. I couldn't believe how adorable Heaven was. I watched as every man begged her to give them the wine, some asked for even just a drop. With a charming smile, she turned them down. Who is that lucky man getting married to this girl of my dreams? I caught myself wondering.

In the search for her husband-to-be, she went from one canopy to another. In my canopy, she paused when her eyes met mine. A blush stained her cheeks as she made her way to me. My heart pounding, I questioned myself nervously.

"Oh! My God! Is this real? Could it be me? Oh, it is me! She is really coming to give me the wine…"

In front of me, still grinning, she got on her knees. Gracefully, she took a sip and handed me the rest. In doubt and disbelief, I took it and emptied the cup. I took her hand and helped her up, while she uttered softly, "I love you".

Gradually, the cheers faded away as I subconsciously had a feeling of someone looking down at me and two hot puffs of air hitting my face. Slowly, I opened my eyes to meet the white ceiling of my bedroom with my soft white pillow caressing my right cheek.

After a hard long sigh, I sat up and resting my head against the bed head. What is happening? I marvelled. This is the third time I'm having a dream about Heaven. The first time, we were kissing, the second time, we had hot sex in the open. Now, we are having a traditional marriage.

Heaven was a pretty young lady, quiet and always wearing a cute smile. She wasn't really committed to the things of Christ. She came to church with her twin sister every Sunday just to please her parents. I admired her from afar and kept my distance, hopping on the good Lord to reveal my intentions of marriage to her. Though, our relationship was strictly pastor and member.

"That's more reason why this has to be a sign from you". I looked above and questioned the Almighty. "Is she the one?" Since I asked the Lord to reveal my wife to me; I have been seeing her in my dreams.

"Father, is she my missing rib? The one you created for me?" I asked once more. "If she is the one, please do send me a sign" I prayed silently.

"Brrring! Brrring! Brrring!" the sudden ring from the phone sounded like a gun blast, causing me to jump up startled. Without taking a look at the phone, I glanced briefly at the clock on the wall and it was some minutes past 4 am. Who could be calling at this time? I deliberated within me. What was so important, it couldn't wait till morning?

I was reaching for the phone when the call ended. Then I remembered what Stella, my secretary told me a few days back, she said "Strange numbers call people at night and when they pick, they end up dead". I smiled, that's for people without the Holy Spirit. Not us who bath, and dine with Him. I can't be a victim of such a petty trick.

"Brrring! Brrring! Brrring!" the phone rang, this time louder like it had a mind of its own, requesting my immediate attention. I reached for the phone, picked it up to see who was calling. My heart nearly stopped at the sight of the caller.