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Su’eddie Agema<br />
Open Your Eyes<br />
shiver…. You squeeze your eyes tighter and almost feel the veins in your head knotting up…<br />
Then you open your eyes and look straight into the eyes <strong>of</strong>…<br />
Your father.<br />
“Akile, are you mad? What are you doing?”<br />
“Eh…”<br />
“Were you dreaming about your rats again?”<br />
“Yes, Sir,” you say as you try to take the room in. It is still dark. It is cool and everywhere looks<br />
like it had rained. “Daddy, please, what was I doing?”<br />
“You were screaming and running around like a lunatic…all the while, staying in one place on<br />
the bed.”<br />
You think about it for a second but it doesn’t connect. You wonder if there was a time you did<br />
that… Even in the so-called dream. You wonder where your wrapper is.<br />
“Did it rain?”<br />
“Of course. Baver sent his warning too. Didn’t you notice?” he says and winks. “Sleep well.”<br />
With that, he goes out.<br />
“M sugh u,” you throw after his departing frame, thanking him. You feel comfortable now and<br />
smile. Your father always had a way <strong>of</strong> taking away the fear. To think that you are now an<br />
adult but need him to ease your worries. You close your eyes, grateful to have had him. Then,<br />
something connects in your head… Your father. Your father! He died seven years ago on a<br />
night like this. Baver had played his drums and you had been frightened. He rushed into your<br />
room and lightning had struck him… frying him to the spot…<br />
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