This story is a personal childhood experience and reflects my memories of an unusual event. It is shared for reflection and entertainment purposes, not to harm, defame, or distress anyone.
At what age could I have known such strange things? Even now it remains a mystery to me.
I sat in the dark at the doorway of our humble home. My father, my step mother, and a family member were in the back room. My back turned to the family plot about a quarter-mile away when something strange happened.
In my mind, I saw two figures shadows shaped like humans, one tall and the other short. They were solid yet featureless, walking through the family plot towards our house. The tall shadow resembled one of my godparents, the shorter one the other.
My parents weren’t expecting visitors , especially at that hour. I was too young to understood, so I reacted the only way I knew, pointing and shouting a playful rhythm: “I know something me nah tell a man! Cornmeal dumpling choke a nega man!”
I repeated it over and over again as my father and stepmother rushed towards me, alarmed. “A wah? A wah?” they asked. I couldn’t explain. My back was turned to the family plot, yet in the dark far distance away I saw the two features heading towards the house. They were too far away to be seen by anyone in that distance and my back was turned to that direction. What was happening? It should not be possible for me to see anyone or anything at such distance.
So they went back inside the house. Soon after, loud banging came from the window on the outside. A woman’s voice, urgent and familiar, called my father’s name, demanding he open the door. My godfather stood outside guarding the back door while my godmother remained at her position at the window.
The reason for their visit became clear. A family member had ran away from home and was hiding with us. When she tried to escape by jumping from the high unfinished verandah they caught her. My godparents were furious, accusing my father of harbouring her. After they left both my father and stepmother accused me of being wicked for not telling them that my godparents were coming.
But how could I explain what I saw earlier that night? How could anyone understand what even I couldn’t?
Some moments from childhood stay with us. Unexplained and unforgettable. That night was such moment for me. Was it a coincidence, or was there something more?
What do you think?
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