Memories: Fate Gave Me Chills

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I ran until I reached my deserting classmates who didn’t notice that I was missing until I rejoined them. “What happened? Where were you?” I realised that none of them saw what just happened, so I kept mum. I didn’t answer their questions. I only folded my arms across my breasts, my shivering hands stroking them in the dwindling heat.

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Fate, they say is inescapable. I’m not an ardent believer in destiny; I believe that man makes or mars himself. However, once in a while, Oogway’s words in the animation movie, Kong Fu Panda, wafts into my ears.

“One often meets his destiny on the path to avoiding it”

Then I’m reminded of Odewale and his cursed destiny in Wole Rotimi’s “The Gods are Not to Blame”. Most of all, I’m reminded of that fateful day.

I still get chills anytime I remember, though the air was warm and the sun aglow on that day. My freshman year was filled with toil, turmoil and a dash of confusion. As law students, everyday, we moved from one department to the other like a herd of nomadic cows wandering for grass.

That day was no different, however, we had just finished our final class for the day at faculty of Arts. Philosophy 101, “Philosophy and Mankind “. Yes!  That course where you are taught that since He doesn’t appeal to any of your five senses, then God most definitely doesn’t exist and the lecturers make so much sense while at it. Now that I think of it, I realise that the sixth sense wasn’t put into play. Yes, that inexplicable sense we call instincts or guts. The existence of a supreme being directing the affairs on earth appeal to that sense.

After that class, my classmates and I walked back to our hostels. As we trod out of the faculty, everywhere was abuzz with people talking in groups. The sun was setting and I never like to walk alone when it does. So, I attached my self to a group of females walking to my hostel, Queen Idia Hall. I was flanked on both sides by two students even as we walked in a row. There was a lot of chatter going on around me but I was quiet. I had just had a lesson in class that challenged the crux of my belief and religion and it was too bitter a pill to swallow.  That, coupled with the fact that I had to “Think-walk” ,made me fall in step with my classmates but take a mind voyage to somewhere else.

At that point, we had reached the confluence of business and ‘busy-ness’; SUB. The Students Union Building, though situated a few metres away from where we walked,  was popular enough to force it’s name on its environs. There were several people sparsely distributed, hooting at passers-by, “Typing, photocopy, printing…….. Passport “. With the exception of a few restaurants, snack-selling shoos and a few cabs,  the bulk of the services rendered at SUB were clerical in nature.

We had barely reached the net-cordoned area of the Lawn-Tennis court when a large hand grabbed my arm. Hurriedly, I turned to have a look at the person who grabbed me, thinking it must be a friend who could barely contain his/her excitement, or who was merely trying to be mischievous.

It turned out to be neither. The person holding my arm was a man, a huge one in a blue and red coloured sports jacket on a faded brown trousers. He seemed to be double my height and much more in size. I looked at his enormous boots and my gaze travelled to his face. My heart quickened in fear. He was not wearing a frown, neither was he scowling. It was his wide-toothed grin that made my heart melt into a puddle and shivers crawl up my spine.

His bearded face was like a bush of thorns cradling a huge Ostrich’s egg. I tried to jerk my arm away but his grip was vice-like. I looked around wildly and no one seemed interested, everyone walked along straightfaced.  Couldn’t they see us? Couldn’t they see my panic?

My classmates had walked on,  none of them looking back. Oddly, I didn’t even think to scream. I was still twisting my arms with little or no result in getting away.  I turned my face to my assailant with the intention of requesting a release. Only then did he speak, his gaze on mine, unwavering. Just once. I was expecting a booming one in proportion to his size but his voice was almost soft. He spoke once, just once and his words were simple but their effect, chilling.

” You have been noticed ”

At the sound of his voice, the spell seemed to break. I jerked again and my arms came free. Without thinking, I ran and didn’t look back. As my legs lifted one after the other, the voice reverberated in my head. “You have been noticed ” “You have been noticed “.I wanted to scream out my confusion.

Who?  Who noticed me? Why? What have I done?

I ran until I reached my deserting classmates who didn’t notice that I was missing until I rejoined them. “What happened? Where were you?” I realised that none of them saw what just happened, so I kept mum. I didn’t answer their questions. I only folded my arms across my breasts, my shivering hands stroking them in the dwindling heat.

When I got to the hostel, I narrated my experience to a friend. Her raises eyebrows spiked up my fear, but the words that followed, calmed me a little.

“Oh, you met him?. He isn’t alright,” she raised her index finger up to her temple while the other fingers remained bunched into a fist and rotated it to signify mental instability, “That’s how he grabs girls anyhow. He grabbed me once.”

Still, I could not help but wonder.

Why me? We were five on a row, I was not even at the edge. Why was I singled out? I could have been hurt right amidst the throng and no one would notice.

Right from that day however, anytime I hear the sentence ” There is safety in numbers “, I just scoff and mutter to myself, “Only, only if Danger has got someone else on his hit-list “

Responses

  1. Ucheya
    Hehehe! Did this really happen to you or it’s as the category suggests– fiction?

    I love the story and the sequence. You are a ‘blessed’ story teller.

    1. Rachel Ige
      Hi Ucheya
      Thank you for taking your time out to read. I’m pleased that you love it. Fiction…fact, you’ll never know 😊😊😊😊
      It’s all part of the mystery.
    2. Anonymous
      Sounds too real to be the work of fiction….
      There is safety in crowd when you are not lost in the crowd…. Guest that’s why some of us prefer a group of 3 to any other…. Thumps up
      1. Bellenoire Post author
        Yes o, the key is not to be lost in the crowd.But when one is being chased by dreadful assailants, a crowd to be lost in, will definitely be useful 😀😀, don’t you think?
      2. Bellenoire Post author
        Yes o, the key is not to be lost in the crowd.But when one is being chased by dreadful assailants, a crowd to be lost in, will definitely be useful 😀😀, don’t you think?
        Thanks dear
    3. Isaac
      Rachel, if you keep up with this excellent pace, in few years time, we’ll need to book appointment to see you. Absolutely captivating. Every word. You got me.

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