GRACE KLUBI

DIARY OF A COLLEGE GIRL:

WHEN EVIL LURKS

EPISODE 3

My day began at nine o’clock in the morning.

I woke up, said my prayers and glanced at my watch only to see that I had overslept. My internal clock was still tuned to home settings. In school, I had to wake up early to avoid the queue to bath.

If one woke up late to avoid the queue, the early risers would most likely use up all the pumped water. That meant you either had to wait till noon for the water to be pumped or get a bucket and fetch straight from the tap downstairs.

Since I really didn’t want to be in either category, I silently prayed that there would be water running. I got to the bathroom, opened the shower and the water came at me with a lot of pressure.

“Oh thank God!” I sighed with relief.

I got in and began to bath. Now, I had lathered up completely when I turned the shower on again, only for a few spurts to come at me, then the water stopped completely.

“Oh my goodness!” I shouted.

In the halls, only the rooms and washrooms were gender private so boys had the chance to walk around our corridors. As I took the decision to wipe off the lather with my towel and go downstairs to fetch some water, I heard a voice.

“Princess? Is that you?”

“Yes” I replied. “Who is it?”

“It’s Anne,” the voice came back. “You met me yesterday. I’m Mari’s friend.”

“Yeah, I remember you.” I replied with a little uncertainty in my voice.

“Bring your bucket and let me fetch some water for you. I heard you screaming,” she said.

“Oh, wow. Thank you so much! God bless you.” I replied.

I pulled the curtain, passed my bucket to her and she came in a few minutes carrying my big bucket full of water.

“Oh, you should have just fetched half, I usually just use half. Thank you so much and God bless you,” I said.

“Pleasure’s mine,” she replied and walked off.

After I took my bath, I noticed that there was some sand in the remaining water in the bucket. I found it strange because I had never fetched dirty water from the hall before. I simply assumed that there was probably some sand on the tap and shrugged it off.

At noon, my other roommates finally arrived.

I was overjoyed to see Nana Yaa who was my favorite and everyone else. They had seen the pictures of my father’s obituary on my social media and were so loving in consoling me and offering their condolences, even though they had previously called to do so.

I felt loved.

In the middle of sharing funny experiences which happened during their vacation with me, Mari walked in followed by Anne. I thanked Anne for the help offered me earlier on and asked everyone to help me thank her.

Mari thanked her and also attested that she had been of great help to her and that was how they became friends.

I found out they had only met on the previous day in a taxi where Mari realized her money was in a different bag and Anne had paid her fare and even offered her money for the return fare.

Anne took her number and had just popped in the room to check up on her at the time I walked in.

I simply thought to myself that she was a nice person and smiled.

Anne hit it off with all my roommates except Nana Yaa.

Lisa wasn’t in the room often because she spent a lot of time with her sister in her hostel off campus and Mari and I enjoyed her company and many stories but Nana Yaa always excused herself when Anne came around.

I once confronted her on her behaviour and she stated emphatically that she didn’t like Anne.

“My spirit just doesn’t match with hers” was the phrased she used.

I decided to stop pushing. I knew Nana Yaa and she was a reasonable person. If she had a hunch, then maybe I should just let her get over it.

I was in a forest again, this time walking through.

A voice called sultrily out to me, “Princess! Princess!”

The voice sounded both welcoming and scary at the same time.

“Who’s there?” I shouted in an unsteady voice. “Hey who’s there?”

I received no reply to my question.

The person just kept calling out to me. I decided to walk in the direction of the voice and check for myself who it was. I walked further into the forest till I saw the silhouette of a girl.

“Who is it?” I asked.

No reply.

I got closer and realized the person had scales on her skin. They shone green and looked like the skin of a snake. I became scared and turned to run away but the voice suddenly called out.

“Stop!”

Immediately, my legs halted. It was as if my body had stopped listening to my brain and instead was listening to the voice. The snake-like body slowly turned to look at me and I woke up with a start.

This was the second nightmare I was having in two weeks.

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I knew something was amiss and made a mental note to speak to my friend Clara or my Pastor about it on Sunday. Like every other dream I had, I wrote it down.

The hustle and bustle of the semester had begun. Lectures here and there, group meetings, church activities, get-togethers with friends.

After that night, everything had returned to normal. I just decided it was probably my imagination or perhaps my brain was remembering some Nigerian movie I had watched. I decided not to bother others by telling them.

My Name is Grace Klubi

An old student of Achimota School (Akora), currently studying Computer Science at Kwame Nkrumah University Of Science and Technology (KNUST).

I love to write and sing as hobbies. I enjoy writing, and I have a vivid imagination of what life could be like if it were perfect.