April 28, 2020 at 3:01 am #1368955Tiana Samuel obongParticipant
THE GHOST MAN
By Tiana Cole Williams.
(A true life story)
A LIVING DEAD
I’m laid down dead on my bed, in
my bedroom, watching and
listening to Chioma my wife
speak with her mother on the
phone. She was happy I was
dead. She killed me with a
“Yes Mama,” she said over the
phone, “the idiot is dead.”
“So quick?” Her mother said.
“Yes oo, so quick.”
“I told you, Akanshi is a strong
“That’s true mama. What do I do
“You know where he keeps all
“Yes I do.”
“Perfect. Make sure you gather all
of them together. The houses,
the cars, the banks and every
other document available.”
“After that start crying and call
neighbors. I’m right on my way.”
Chioma had the habit of setting
her phone on speaker, the
reason why I could hear her
My wife of three years conspired
with her mother to kill me.
Chioma that I loved so much, saw
her through the university and
sent her to Paris for her masters.
The urge to jump from the bed
and pounce on her was much
but I held myself back. I needed
to keep my cool to unveil more
I watched as she searched
frantically for all the documents
to my properties. She piled them
up beside the wall mirror,
looking herself in the mirror and
I smiled within me, knowing
how I just escaped death by the
whiskers. I was such a lucky
man. I remembered how it all
happened the day before. I came
back earlier than I usually do
without calling to inform my
wife. Chioma wasn’t in the sitting
room, I decided to tip toe to the
bedroom to surprise her.
On getting to the door I could
hear her voice, she was on the
phone with her mother.
“Mama, are you sure it will kill
“Yes, I trust Akanshi.”
“I can’t wait for this man to die, I
need my freedom to live as I
“He will die tomorrow, just follow
the instruction. Add the
substance in his juice and make
sure he drinks it.”
“I will Mama, trust me.”
I was glued to the spot. My own
wife was planning to kill me and
tomorrow I would die by
poisoning. I tip toed back to the
sitting room and as quietly as I
entered I left. I left knowing what
to do, for to die I would.
The next day, being today, the
day of my death, I left very early
to my office like everything was
okay. I came back in the
afternoon prepared to drink
some juice and die. Chioma my
wife was exceptionally happy to
see me, I was pretentiously
overjoyed to see her. We kissed,
yes, and we made love on the
According to her plan, she went
and brought a glass of juice for
me. And according to my plan I
sent her to bring my briefcase to
show her a very important
document. She left. Before she
came back I had exchanged the
glass of juice with a different
one. She saw me gulp down the
last juice as she came back. She
cracked a smile.
According to plan, I began to feel
some pain in my stomach. As the
pain grew severe I began to
crawl on the floor. Chioma, as a
loving and caring wife came to
help, I told her to take me to the
room. She did and laid me gently
on the bed.
“Honey, you will be fine,” she
assured, “I’m here for you.”
Such a loving wife.
I began to shiver and I began to
foam from the mouth, then I
BACK TO PRESENT
Chioma left the mirror and
walked towards the bed. She
stood over my dead body, with
triumph on her face.
“Idiot,” she cursed, “anu ofia. I
thought you’re a superman.” She
spit on me.
I remained motionless but
watching her every move. She
took her mobile phone and
dialed a number.
“Hello Chike,” she said.
Chike? Which Chike? Chike my
best man and best friend?
“Hello sweetheart,” that was
Chike’s voice. My best friend.
“My love, I have a good news.”
“Really? I can’t want to hear.”
“The idiot is dead.”
“Kacy naa, don’t you remember
our discussion again?”
“Oh yes, I do I do. Great. Start
crying, I’m on my way.”
My best man and best friend too
was in the conspiracy to kill me.
What a wicked world.
Chioma stored the documents in
one of her bags, went to the
mirror to look at her beautiful
face one more time. Beautiful
demon. She rearranged her hair
and made for the door. Opening
the door she turned back to look
“Rest in peace,” she said and left.
I quietly got up from the bed,
went to her bag and collected
the file containing all my
documents. On top of the
wardrobe, the portable Nikon
video recorder I had planted
there earlier was still rolling, I
collected it and turned it off.
Quietly like the ghost I was, I
opened the window, scaled
through and vanished from the
compound. Chioma’s voice could
be heard crying loudly. I’m now
going to be a ghost, to torment
those that killed me. The battle
line is drawn.April 28, 2020 at 3:01 am #1368956Tiana Samuel obongParticipant
THE GHOST MAN
By Tiana Cole Williams
(A true life story)
A LIVING DEAD
“Those that murdered sleep
should be ready for sleepless
The door to Gbenga’s house was
open as I had anticipated. He
was abrace of what was going
to happen. The day I knew I was
going to be murdered, I had
gone to inform him, being a
friend, a next gate neighbor and
a man I had come to respect. He
was there with his wife
Abimbola as I entered.
“They have murdered me,” I
“So you’re now dead?” Gbenga
asked with a suppressed smile.
“Yes, dead but not burried.”
He took a glass of water that was
on the table and began to
sprinkle some water on me.
“Hey! What are you doing?” I
“To see if you will disappear. I
heard that ghosts disappears if
you sprinkle water on them.”
Gbenga has a great sense of
humour. Our friendship wasn’t
instantaneous, it began after the
day we had a heated arguement
during a meeting of Landlords in
the close we lived at Ajao Estate.
It was over who was better
suited to be security operatives
of our close; vigilante group or
Few weeks later we
became close friends. I called him
Onye Ofe Mmanu and he called
me Omo Ajalaokuta.
“I’m now a ghost,” I said and
made a move like the zombies in
Michaek Jackson’s Thriller music
He laughed hard with his
wife.”We’re laughing but this is
not a laughing matter. How could
that woman be so wicked?”
“Is it because I’m a strong man?
You for don kill me tete,” Gbenga
teased her, “see as landladies full
all over Lagos.”
“Oriodaa,” Abimbola gave him a
Abimbola was a very robust
woman, so overweight she could
hadly get up from a seat. She
spoke english with a deep
Yoruba ascent, but a very nice
Now that I’m a ghost I have to
start acting like one. How do
There are two types
of ghosts, gentle ghosts and
angry ghosts. I’m an angry ghost
with one sole mission….to
Abimbola rubbed a white
powder all over my head and
face. I put on a white jalabia and
a white hand gloves, and stood
against a white wall. To act like a
ghost, you have to look like a
“You look like a ghost from Imo
state;” Gbenga said, laughing.
“I know, I am.”
“Are you ready?”
“I’m ready, let’s do this.”
Gbenga called Chioma’s number
on whatsapp video call and
stood before me. She picked and
starred on the image on her
screen. Confussion was all over
her face. My hands were in the
air moving like a zombie. Well, I
think zombies and ghosts are
“Chioma, Chioma-a,” I began to
speak, “why did you kill me?”
Her mouth dropped, her face
panick striken and even more
confused. I was enjoying the
moment. It could be fun being a
“I loved you Chioma-a, but you
killed me,” I continued, “Why?
Why? Chioma why?”
The first day I met Chioma was a
coincidence I will never forget. It
was a hurt hot afternoon in the
busy streets of Lagos, I had gone
to FHA office in Festac Town to
make enquiries about a land I
wanted to buy at Festac
Extension. On my way going back
to Ajao Estate, I noticed a girl at
the back of a danfo commercial
vehicle. She was putting on a sun
shade, she was beautiful and she
The tears of a woman can melt
an ice, but the tears of a beautiful
woman can melt an iron. I drove
after the bus.
Don’t get me wrong. I was used
to beautiful girls, I had some at
my beck and call. Like Iniedo,
Genevieve, Chika, Aisha, Jumai….to
mention but a few. But there was
something different about this
girl. The girl stopped at Ijesha, I
parked my car and followed her.
“Hey young lady,” I called after
She looked at me but continued
“It’s you I’m calling,” we were
now shoulder to shoulder.
She looked at me.
“How may I help you?” She asked.
“I saw you crying in the bus,” I
went straight to the point, ” and I
want to know why.”
“I was’nt crying.”
“I know the difference between
tears and rain. And today is a
“Even if I was, it’s not your
“Well, I want to make it mine
She began to walk away, I
“Stop following me or I will shout
that you want to kidnap me.”
“And you know what will happen
afterwards? People will mob me,
hang tyre on my neck and set me
ablaze. My blood will be in your
She thought about it and began
to walk again. I followed.
“My life is about to be messed
up,” she began.
“I’m supposed to be having my
final exams soon, but I can’t
without paying my school fees.
I’m from a poor home.”
“I told a distant uncle who is rich,
he promised to help and asked
me to come. Getting to his house
at Satelite Town he showed me
the money but placed a
She looked at me without her
sun shade, tears were rolling
down her cheeks. She looked
more beautiful than in the bus.
“That I sleep with him,” she
admitted, “I refused and he tried
to rape me. I was able to escape.”
Wicked. Why is the world full of
wichedness and wicked people?
Taking advantage of an innocent
girl in her moment of
vulnerability should be a crime
against humanity. Punishable bu
God and man.
“How much is the school fees?”
“Eighty thousand naira.”
“Follow me.” I beckoned.
“To where? Why?”
“Listen, I’m not like your uncle.
Just trust me.”
“All men are the same.”
“Some men are different.”
She hesitated for a moment
before following me. At a
building across the street was a
Diamand bank, my bank. I went
to the ATM machine, inserted my
card and made a withdrawal. I
then went back to her.
“Open your hand bag,” I said.
“Open your hand bag.”
She opened it and I put some
“In there is a hundred K.”
“Eighty K is for your school fees.”
“Use the remaining to help
“Ok, maybe I have to repeat what
I said,” I was almost laughing,
“you now have a hundred K that
can solve your school palava. Go
and make your parents proud.”
“What? Oh my God!”
“I have to be going,” I began to
walk back to my car.
I didn’t ask her to follow me but
she did. I entered my car and she
stood beside the door.
“You didn’t even ask for my
name.” she said, “and you didn’t
tell me who you are.”
“Ok, my name is Kelechi Onuoha,
but friends call me Kacy.”
“Ok, my names are Chioma Felicia
Okoro. A final year student of
Mass comm at LASU. I live at No
13 Friday street here in Ijesha
with my parents, but I come from
“It’s a pleasure to know you,
Chioma,” I gave her my
complimentary card, “call me
whenever you want.”
“Thank you Kacy. God bless you,”
she looked inside her hand bag,
“Oh my God, Oh my God!”
I started the car and drove off. I
watched her through the mirror,
she stood there waving. And I
could still hear her voice in my
head…”Oh my God, Oh my God!”
A year and few months later we
BACK TO PRESENT
“Chioma why did you kill me?”
Her confusiion turned to terror.
“No! You’re a ghost,” she cried
out, “You’re a ghost.”
Yes, I’m a ghost. A living ghost.
Her terror turned to panick
and….CRASH! She smashed her.April 28, 2020 at 4:12 am #1368963Emmy01Participant
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What an evil world we live in, God would help us oh.April 28, 2020 at 10:43 am #1369064MathsParticipant
I av read this story b4April 28, 2020 at 11:13 am #1369077H.B.T.M.M.Participant
April 28, 2020 at 2:26 pm #1369111April 28, 2020 at 2:53 pm #1369116HenrymaryParticipant
Me sef av show
lets see hw things unfold