My Encounter With Mami Water… Part 4

Something strange was happening by the time
i got back. my guys where huddled together in
a close knot talking in whispers,their
girlfriends
were in another table,or some had left.


when
my guys behave in such a strange manner
something was up. i quickened my pace. there
was a new face now.
it was moses
afolabi,wetin
this yoruba boy dey do here?. me and moses
go
way back to my secondary school days. he is
one person i can call a true friend.


the guy used
to help me do my math assignments those
days
andapart from being more handsome than
me
his father was loaded. but what i like about
him is that he shared my likeness for the
female
folks. birds of a feather they say.
“mosbi how you dey”. he got up to shake
me. the way he even said the fine you will
know
something was wrong.
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he was in his usual
cheerful self.i looked round the table,nobody
was smiling either.they all had long
faces.’wetin
dey do all of una self?” i asked.”guy
sitdown.serious matter dey ground”.


i found an
empty chair and joined in the
conversation.”oya i don sitdown,wetin
happen?”.he looked down
as he answered “paulo don kick bucket o”.i
couldn’t believe my ears.”paulo.which
paul?”.”na our paulo o.paul zacchus”..this was
not true i told myself,i saw the guy two weeks
ago.”na lie” i shouted.”how he take die?” i
asked.he hesistated,looked at the others,took
a
deep breath before dropping the bomb
shell.”na,na,mami-wata”.
my throat dried
instantly,this was truly serious.i could feel my
spine stiff.oh No not again.paul was the 12th
person mami-wata has killed.


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