When the Dead Tried to Speak

Something strange happened in Ifite, Awka in the late 1990s. One Sunday morning, we returned from Mass and heard a woman wailing uncontrollably. Her only son, Obaino, a trailer driver, had just died in a terrible road accident. Through her tears, the old woman held up a loaf of bread and a bundle of money, insisting her son had given them to her minutes before the crash. Everyone thought grief had clouded her mind—until the conductor who survived the accident recognized both items. They had vanished at the scene and no one could explain how they ended up in her hands. Years later, I died during the EndSARS protest. When I realized I was dead, panic seized me. I needed to warn someone about my bank accounts, savings, and important documents. I tried appearing before my parents, but they could not hear me. Then I discovered I could appear beside anyone I thought of. After hours of frustration, I remembered Amaka. She hadn’t heard the news yet. I hope she can listen before it’s too late.

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