Solitary Road 2

Solitary Road 2

Her strides seemed inconsequential when compared with the pace at which these women moved, and they seemed to do it so effortlessly, for she could neither hear skipped heartbeats nor heavy breathing.
She could not continue like this for longer, she could not keep running to where she did not know and from people she couldn’t see.
They had chased her far into the village; far away from houses and children; the moon playing hide and seek with the night sky now her only assurance that she was still in the world of the living.
For the most period during the chase, she could not see the women; these hooded beings, yet she knew, so strongly, that they were on her heels. They had led her this far. She that had toured the nooks and crannies of this village as a child, could not now recognise this place she ran through.
‘Adaku!’ she heard her name loud and clear
The voice sounded familiar, distinct too.
The night was very still, only the intermittent croaking of frogs and the occasional whisper of the night insects. There were no humans around, so who could have called her name?
She assumed her mind was just doing another of its things. She picked up her pace, panting and sweating. How long she had been running, she did not know.
‘Adaku’ she heard again, this time an amount of fervour in the somewhat familiar voice.
Annoyed at whatever it was, she replied ‘Yes, what is it?’
‘It is us’
‘Us?’
‘We are many, Adaku. We are the guardian spirits. We led you out tonight’
‘Then help me get away from this’
‘We have been helping you, which is why you can run at this pace’
‘Why did you bring me out? I really won’t be useful to you any longer if these women end up killing me, except that’s what you want’
‘They won’t kill you. Stop running’
Adaku had always been told she was special. Her grandmother had always spoken to her about some guardian spirits of the village, which were the dead spirits of men and women who had sacrificed themselves for the village.
Her grandmother had always told Adaku’s mother ‘This girl has an unusual eye for detail, an unusual beauty, and an unusual intellect. She is no ordinary child.’
Adaku had started hearing the spirits from when she was three. As young as she was at the time, she could sense imminent danger and warn her family about it.
Once, at the start of harvesting season, a raging storm seized the village for three days. In the days that followed before the storm, Adaku’s mother would go to farm, and would attempt to retire when it was nearing dusk. Adaku, on her back, would cry and pout until the mother stayed back a little more to harvest some more. This went on for the whole week before the storm came.
At the end of the week, Adaku’s mother had harvested all the crops that were ready for harvesting in her farm. She was a little worried about this though, that the soil will be left exposed to the heat of the season, hence, she used some raffia palm to overlay the soil. With that, she returned home with Adaku.
The next day, the storm came.
After the storm, she saw neighbours lament on their crops that had been destroyed; tuber and grain. Others complained of gulley erosion and landslides.
Adaku’s mother had nothing to complain of. She had harvested and had covered her soil.
From that time, Adaku’s mother knew that grandmother’s words were not to be toyed with. This was no ordinary child.
At another time, when Adaku was seven years, her mother had lost some money. She had searched her hut and even adjoining huts and could not find it. Adaku, who just got back from the stream that morning, had pointed out to her that Obika, the first child of the second wife of their father had taken the money and hoped to use it to buy palm wine from the local tapper.
Her mother had found it on him. At the local tapper’s joint.
Adaku had grown up listening to the voices of spirits; they told her things. She had however learnt, as she grew, that these voices, were the voices of one’s mind.
There was nothing special about them. Everybody heard the voices of their mind, She wondered why her mother made a lot of fuss about how she knew things. She just did.
Her mind always told her.
Now, the same mind was speaking to her; speaking with her. Telling her to stop. Could she? Should she?
Without thinking about it, her limbs stopped moving and she came to a halt. She turned around.
She saw the women levitate, float in mid-air, then lunge at her.
Her mind had lied.



20 thoughts on “Solitary Road 2” by adebayo caleb (@lordkel)

  1. Hmmm. Ok na, they should not kill or posess her. What next?
    Well done, Caleb.

  2. I wonder what happens next.
    Kudos Caleb.

    1. Thanks @Mimiadebayo
      I guess we’d just hope for something not-too-bad

  3. Wow. I like this episode.
    Give us more

    1. Hehehe…thanks for enjoying @topazo
      More will be served up soon.

  4. I just like the plot α̲̅πϑ setting.
    Nice work. Keep it up

    1. Thank you for enjoying this @Chime221

  5. I really hope she survives. Poor Adaku.
    Engaging installment.
    Good work @lordkel

    1. @olajumoke I hope for the best for her too :(
      Thanks for reading
      Do keep up with further installments

  6. Ok now! My guess is her mind had not lied. Somehing spectacular seems in the offing. We’ll see.
    Welldone bros.

    1. @psalmy tryin 2 be d wise reader huh? hehehe
      Let’s wait and see.
      Thanks for enjoyin

  7. You have suspended me! Looking forward to next installment.

    1. Pls oh! @Nalongo I release u from d suspension…Lol
      Do keep up with further installments
      Thanks for reading.

  8. Dayum. I like the abrupt end- ‘Her mind had lied’

    1. Thanks @feiO
      There’s more installments coming. Watch out.

  9. Jo (@josephoguche)

    This is a neat write up … Was that s sort of mind skipping or schizophrenia … ? @lordkel

      1. Jo (@josephoguche)

        Welcome bro

  10. I’m loving this oooooooo

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