Ghost Clairvoyant

My grandmother

I heaved a deep sigh as the lecturer announced the end of his class.

Thank God its Friday, I muttered and dropped my pen on the bench with exhaustion.

I looked at my book and it occurred to me that I jotted very little of all what the lecturer said, my mind had been away from the class.

It had been the hell of a stressful week and I was happy that it was the last lecture for the week.

I used my right hand to support my chin as the events of the week replayed in my mind: My grandmother falling from the staircase and becoming bedridden, my junior brother's screams of snakes at midnight, my dad divorcing my mum because of a lady that my mum was far better than to the nights I had to stay awake to console my mum as her only daughter.

Humm men will always be men. All of them, I dislike them. Why should a man take pleasure in tormenting a women that is part of who he is, I thought and shook my head as memories of the uncountable times my dad has been unfair to my mum and my siblings replayed in my mind.

My mum is a business tycoon, she specializes on sales of kitchen and household equipment with a permanent site in Akwa Ibom and branches in Abuja, Ibadan and Lagos and my dad is a junior teacher in a nursery school whose salary can't pay for a flat. My mum is far richer than my dad but she still married and loved him dearly. Our house, our cars and everything we had, all of it were from my mum's pocket, including me and my siblings education is funded by my mum and the big supermarket which is my dad's second and greater source of income was bought by my mum and yet he is the main reason for my mum's tears did his worst by filling a divorce without any reason from my mum and finanly packing out of the house.

Let that devil never come back home again, I prayed.

Even though my mum needed him back and was ready to accept him back, I wanted him far from my mum.

A hard bang on my bench took me from my thought. I lifted my head and Benjamin my colleague was standing beside me with his friend.

Witch, am gonna remove the life from you if you don't tell me why you exposed my secret to prof Jesse, Ben said.

I mutely looked at Ben sternly wishing I could kill and bury him right there. Ben had been a bug in my flesh and my greatest academic rival since from my first year.

Oh yuck, go away Ben, leave my bae alone, a soft voice said.

I lazily turned to see my best friend Frankie.

I will deal with you, Ben whispered and gave me a middle finger and walked away with his friend.

You and Ben ehh, Frankie said.

I hate that brute with passion, I said.

Hahaha Blair how are planning to spend the weekend cus am inviting you for a night party and its a ladies party happening at a house in the outskirt of the town.

What is it about? I asked

Its a party thrown by a senator. Enough to eat and drink, Frankie said.

But why is it only ladies? I asked.

Cus the senator needs ladies and trust me Blair, he will have men, Frankie replied with excitement.

I heaved deeply, I very much wanted to enjoy the weekend and get rid of all my worries.

So what your say? Frankie asked.

Am coming, I replied.

That's my girl, meet me at my room by 5pm and don't be late, Frankie said and dropped me a peck.

I grinned and started packing my books.

I arrived home to see many people in my compound, they all appeared moody and some were in tears.

I greeted some and received hugs from them. I forced my way to the frontage of the house, my mum was sitting on a bench with a black headband tied to her head and was surrounded by three woman holding her and my grandmother was sitting at the extreme of the bench.

My mother oh... She wailed.

I was confused. Why was my mother wailing for my grandmother, wasn't that my grandmother sitting beside her and looking more healthy and stronger than I saw her when I left home in the morning or are my eyes deceiving me? I thought.

Mama why are you crying? I asked.

Your grandmother is dead, my mother replied and more tears rolled down her cheeks.

I looked at my mum like she was nut.

I turned to my grandmother who was staring at my mum.

Tell her you aren't dead granny, I said and made to hold my granny's hand but my hand went inside hers like air.

I turned to see everyone staring at me with surprise.

Sweedy Blair I know you are fond of your grandmother but don't be crazy, go inside, your siblings are inside....

Mum what are you talking about, look at granny here, she is stronger than before and she is staring at you. We should be celebrating that she is able to sit without support, I said and pointed at my grandmother.

Granny, I called and my grandmother faced me.

Blair.., my grandmother called in a loud voice that startled me.

Yes granny, Tell mum that you are not dead, granny tell her, I said ignoring my granny's tone.

Mum didn't you hear granny call me? I asked.

One of the women that stood beside my mum shifted away in fright and my mother's eyes narrowed.

A huge man ran to me and grabbed my waist firmly. I struggled to be free but another man quickly joined in holding me.

I think your daughter needs a psychiatrist, one of the women said.

What is happening to me? My mother lamented.

I was taken inside the sitting room where my siblings were crying.

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