No dreams. No ancestors. No flashbacks of my childhood. Just darkness. Beautiful, merciful, humiliating darkness.
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By the time I woke up, it was night.
I blinked against the dim light and checked the wall clock in my room. My vision was blurry — like someone had smeared Vaseline on my eyeballs — but the numbers slowly came into focus.
It was already past 9 P.M.
CHINEKE ME!
My phone was buzzing — or had been buzzing. I reached for it with a trembling hand. Ten missed calls. All from my wife.
Ten.
My heart, which had already been through enough for one day — enough for one lifetime, actually — nearly stopped again.
I tried to stand up, but my waist cracked like old furniture — the kind they keep in the village, the kind you don’t sit on unless you want to hear a sound you cannot unhear. The kind of crack that makes you freeze and ask yourself, “Was that my bone or the bed?”
This was bad. This was very, very bad.
As I lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, the door opened, and my wife walked in, looking at me with concern on her face. Her work bag was still on her shoulder. She hadn’t even changed clothes. She had come straight from the car to check on me.
“Babe, how do you feel? Inemesit told me that you are down with fever. What happened?”
I opened my mouth but nothing came out. I just realised that I had lied to my wife plenty times in the past few weeks. Lying once more would add more salt to the injury — and the injury was already very salty. So instead, I kept my stupid mouth shut. For once in my life, silence seemed like the better option.
She sat down beside me on the bed. The mattress dipped under her weight. I didn’t look at her. I stared at the wall, at the curtains, at the ceiling fan, at anything but her eyes.
“You see, I told you to be careful of what you eat. Who knows what those concoctions you’ve been consuming have done to your system.”
I nodded slowly. It was better I followed her lead. No need to add drama to an already dramatic situation. The drama had already peaked. Let it rest.
“Don’t worry, I’ve thrown the rest of the mixture away. I guess I was wrong after all,” I said, trying to make her mind calm. Trying to sound normal. Trying to sound like a man who hadn’t fainted in the middle of a return match like a rookie boxer in his first fight.
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