Diary Of A College Girl…

THE WRITER 

GRACE KLUBI

DIARY OF A COLLEGE GIRL:

WHEN EVIL LURKS

FINAL EPISODE

Nana Yaa’s Point Of View:

It was unlike Cherie to be asleep for such long hours. It had happened yesterday and now today. What was going on? Was she pregnant? Or she was ill?

Mari was also asleep but she usually slept in the day and was active at night so I wasn’t really bothered. As I was lost in a reverie of thoughts, a knock came. I assumed it was Anne and honestly, the sight of that girl irked me. There was just something about her that repelled me from her.

I ignored the knock and it came through again, louder. Not wanting Cherie to be disturbed, I opened the door in annoyance. It was Hope. The hall sports prefect. I stepped outside to speak to her.

“Oh, hey Hope. My roommates are asleep. They’ve been out for a long time; I think something is wrong so I don’t want us to disturb them.”

She looked apprehensive.

“Which roommates?” she asked.

“Cherie and Mari” I replied. “I don’t think you know them.”

Immediately, fear crept unto her face and her brows creased with worry. “Oh my God. I hope I’m not too late.”

“Too late for what?” I asked.

She put on a serious face and looked at me.

“Yaa, you know I’m not a bad person, right?” I nodded, confused.

“Good,” she continued. “One of your roommate’s friends is trying to recruit her into a cult. You have a sense of discernment, and something in you repels bad people. Is there any one of Cherie’s friends you dislike for no reason?”

I stared at her in confusion and began.

“Wait. How do you know that about me? And who said it’s a gift called discernment? My mum says I’m just unfriendly- ‘me whenim bon me’, as she put it.”

Hope looked at me and continued worriedly.

“I don’t have time to explain it to you. Your roommate is in trouble and if we don’t wake her up from that slumber, she will wake up completely hypnotized and head to a house to complete the initiation process into a powerful occult. Once she is initiated, getting her out may cost her life.”

It sounded funny to me, but I didn’t want to take any chances with the lives of my friends, so I let her in and locked the door.

She put on very loud praise medleys on her phone and went on her knees and started speaking in tongues. I stared at her awhile and began to pray silently for Mari and Cherie to wake up.

We prayed for close to thirty minutes and Cherie began to stir in her sleep. Mari was out cold. Cherie sat up and rubbed her eyes sleepily, and I went to Mari and began tapping her.

“Mari. Marquette! Wake up!”

Hope looked up at me.

“Is she also friends with the person you dislike?” she asked.

“Yes. She was even the one who introduced her to us.”

“Oh no,” Hope said.

She got off her knees and came to sit by Marquette and placed her hand on her forehead.

“In the name of Jesus. I command everything that has been deposited inside this body to come out immediately.”

Nothing happened. She went back on her knees and continued praying and Mari sat up with a start and began to cough and throw up.

Almost simultaneously, Cherie started throwing up too.

It was a greenish substance which looked like bile and smelled terrible. I was absolutely mortified.

When they were through, I gave them some water to rinse their mouths and bundled up both bedsheets and threw them away.

They came back to sit and Hope got off her knees and began singing a praise song to God.

The three of us stared at her till she was done and said “amen” and we responded in unison.

 

Back to normal – Cherie’s Point Of View:

I woke up with a start and sat down. I was still sleepy and drowsy. The first thing I saw was Hope on her knees praying, and Nana Yaa standing next to her also praying. I wondered when we opened a church in our room.

Mari was still asleep.

I could recall seeing her asleep last night whilst Anne was awake and seated next to her.

I wondered when I had fallen asleep and Anne had left.

Nana Yaa stopped praying and went to shake Mari to wake up. I wondered why she would do that knowing well how much Mari hated being woken up with force.

Hope looked up and said something which I couldn’t hear to her. Mari replied and she got up, placed her hand on Mari’s forehead and said something and went back to her knees.

I was so sleepy; I could barely hear what was going on. Suddenly, I began to feel nauseated and before I knew it, I was throwing up some greenish substance. It smelled disgusting but looked uncannily familiar.

I raised my head and saw Mari throwing up too.

Were we sick? Had we eaten something bad? Was that why they were praying?

A million questions plagued my mind. Finally, when I felt better, Nana Yaa gave us both water to go rinse our mouths. When we came back, our bedsheets were gone. She had thrown them away. I was going to pick a fight with her but I realized Hope was still praying so I waited for her to finish. She sang a few songs and said “amen” and us three replied in unison.

As I said the word “amen”, memories of the previous nights hit my head and I sat down and put my head in my palms. The sudden regaining of memory gave me a terrible migraine which passed in a few minutes.

When I raised my head, Mari’s head was also in her palms. I realized Nana Yaa and Hope were staring at us, as if waiting for us to speak. But for a moment I couldn’t speak. I was still in a state of shock.

Mari spoke up first.

“Oh, my goodness! I remember everything. Anne. She’s an occultist…. She was required to recruit two people to get to the next level on the ladder. She told me everything and I refused, but I kept slipping in and out of the trance. Oh God. I can’t believe this…”

Shocked, I also narrated my experience.

Hope listened to both of us silently while Nana Yaa kept saying “I knew there was something terrible about that girl. We have to announce this and burn her alive!”

Finally, Hope spoke up.

“Cherie, God loves you. You’re a child of promise, so He didn’t want you to get into this kind of trouble, and Mari, God saved you for a purpose. You ladies should be careful who you eat with and who you allow access into your lives. Not everyone walking on two legs is human. Some are monsters and agents of the devil sent to destroy.”

Nana Yaa, Mari and I were scared so we asked Hope to stay with us through the night. I called my mother and narrated my ordeal to her. She was scared and wanted to fly to Kumasi that very evening but I advised against it, considering her safety.

She asked to speak to Hope and thanked her profusely for not ignoring when she was asked to help.

We spoke late into the night and I fell asleep.

I woke up feeling refreshed like never before. No nightmares, no disturbed sleep, no amnesia when I woke up. I felt as light as a bird. It was a Saturday. Hope had slept next to Mari because she was petrified that Anne would come for her, since she was the closer friend but as I glanced over to Mari’s bed, she wasn’t there. Nana Yaa and Mari were still asleep and Lisa had still not returned.

My mum arrived in Kumasi at 8 a.m. She was petrified. It was obvious she hadn’t slept all night. It was good to see her. She asked to meet Hope. On meeting her, she exclaimed, “Auntie Mary! Is that you?”

Hope stared blankly.

My mum apologized and said she very much resembled a lady she knew. Hugs, many thanks and an envelope exchange later, I was with my mother in her hotel room.

She had decided to spend the weekend in Kumasi with me.  I asked her why she had referred to Hope as auntie Mary, and she said Hope resembled the lady who prayed for her before she had me.

I had a wonderful weekend with my mum who spoiled me nicely. We also spent a lot of time praying and asking God to cleanse my system of any kind of demonic residue.

On Sunday afternoon, I saw her off to the airport and went back to campus. On getting to the room, I noticed that the atmosphere was kind of gloomy. I asked what was going on.

Lisa (already briefed about the whole situation) had gone to Anne’s room and found out that she had been involved in a terrible accident and she would have to defer the course so her auntie had come for her things.

She added that it was probably Anne’s punishment for failing to bring new recruits. We felt sad that a young girl with a promising future had gotten herself entangled in such company. We closed our eyes and said a short prayer for her.

Life went back to normal after that.

Final exams came and as usual, I burned the midnight candle and the papers went extremely well. Hope and I became good friends, and I ended up joining the school basketball team after all.

One day, I asked Hope if her mother was called Mary.

She replied in the negative. However, she did have an older sister called Mary. Her parents told her that her sister had ran away when she was five and they had no idea of her whereabouts. I didn’t know the surname of Auntie Mary so I just let it slide with a passive “could it be?” ringing in my head.

It was one hell of a first year in university, and I couldn’t help but be grateful to God for everything.

 

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.

Aaron’s Note:

Wow, my favourite Diary so far. Incredible, Grace. Enjoyed it to the max and can’t wait for the next installment in this awesome series. Thank you so much for making your story available for our readers. May God continue to bless you, and increase your amazing talent. Princess Cherie, we can’t wait to see you again in the next Diary.

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Guest Writer: GRACE KLUBI :: DIARY OF A COLLEGE GIRL: WHEN EVIL LURKS :: EPISODE 7

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