Morning came slowly.
From inside my room, I could already hear movements in the house. Low voices. Footsteps. That heavy, quiet kind of atmosphere wey dey follow mourning.
I sat on the bed, fully dressed now, just listening.
“So… these people really think say I don go,” I whispered.
Then I stood up and moved closer to the window, peeping through the curtain.
Compound full.
Chairs arranged.
Canopy.
People.
Ah.
“Burial preparation don start?? This thing fast o!” 😭
Testing My Presence 😏
I decided to test something.
I opened my door gently… krrrkkk.
Immediately, one aunty passing the corridor froze.
Slowly… she turned.
Our eyes met.
For like 3 seconds, nobody moved.
Then—
She screamed.
“GHOSTTTTT!!! 👻”
I didn’t even wait.
I quickly closed the door again and locked it.
Outside?
Chaos.
People running.
Some shouting “Jesus!!!”
Others shouting “It’s his spirit!!!”
One person fainted instantly 😭
I leaned on the door, holding my chest, laughing quietly.
“Okay… noted. No casual appearance.”
The Plan 😌
At this point, I knew I couldn’t just walk out like a normal human being.
These people were not ready.
So I went back to my laptop.
Typed one message.
Posted it on Facebook:
“Stop posting RIP. I am alive.”
I paused.
Then added:
“If you doubt it… wait.”
Posted.
Closed laptop.
Smiled.
“Let the confusion begin.” 😭
Village in Panic Mode ⚡
Within minutes, noise level increased outside.
Phones ringing everywhere.
“Have you seen her post??”
“Who posted it??”
“Is it his ghost??”
Some people started praying.
Some said my account was hacked.
Those two Ebonyi girls?
They quickly changed their captions:
“God is wonderful!!!”
“What God cannot do does not exist!!! 🙌🏽”
I shook my head.
“These people no dey ever rest.” 😭
The Big Reveal 😳
I took a deep breath.
“Okay… time.”
I unlocked my door.
Opened it fully this time.
And stepped out.
Silence.
Everybody turned.
Nobody moved.
Even the wind sef respect itself 😭
I walked slowly into the compound.
One man whispered:
“Is it… really him…?”
Another one said:
“No… no… don’t go close…”
I stopped in the middle.
Looked at all of them.
Then I said:
“Good morning.”
Scatter Level: MAXIMUM 💥
That was it.
Complete breakdown of order.
People ran in different directions.
One woman jumped over chair.
One man nearly tore canopy.
Some started speaking in tongues.
“RABABA SHANDA!!!”
Another shouted:
“Bring anointing oil!!!”
Even children wey no understand wetin dey happen started crying 😭
My Family’s Reaction 😭
My sister came out slowly.
Looking at me like she was seeing two versions of reality.
She walked closer… one step at a time.
“Are you…?”
I nodded.
“It’s me.”
She touched my hand.
Warm.
She screamed again—but this time different.
Not fear.
Shock.
“YOU’RE ALIVE???”
Next thing—
She hugged me so tight like she no wan lose me again.(I don't know the last time she hugged me sef)
Just when everywhere was calming down small…
One old man from the crowd stepped forward.
Looked at me carefully.
Then said:
“This one no be ordinary something…”
Everywhere quiet again.
He continued:
“He crossed… and came back.”
People gasped.
I just stood there.
Half smiling.
Half tired.
Then I said quietly:
“Abeg… who get food? I never chop since I ‘died’.” 😭
End… or Beginning? 👻
From that day…
Nobody in the village saw me the same way again.
Some people respected me.
Some feared me.
Some avoided me completely.
And those two Ebonyi girls?
They now greet me first… with full respect 😭
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