A hiss resounds in the dark. Long, loud and dripping with contempt. “What is it now?” The first voice stirs grey dust a-dancing. “Just look at them! Look at them!” The second voice lets loose a dust ball from one of the barn’s trusses. Spider-like creatures scurry out of the way and come to rest…
A hiss resounds in the dark. Long, loud and dripping with contempt.
“What is it now?” The first voice stirs grey dust a-dancing.
“Just look at them! Look at them!” The second voice lets loose a dust ball from one of the barn’s trusses. Spider-like creatures scurry out of the way and come to rest again.
“Look? It’s all I do. You have to be more specific, Perpetual.”
“No, just look at them! See them! I say, see these women! So settled..so comfortable! So complacent! Tufia!” More dust flies off window ledges then drift gently back down to the scuffed wooden floor. “Don’t they know it can come any time? If I had known..shey I would have just told Victor about Precious instead of hiding her away all those years.. He would have loved her like she was his.”
The first voice chuckles. “Hind sight is perfect, isn’t it?”
“Abeg!Abeg! I blame all my woes and misfortunes on my name. Who fit get good luck with that kain name? Perpetual! When do I get to face my parents and lambaste them for such poor taste?”
“When you’re ready.”
“What do you mean by ‘when I’m ready’?!” The glass-like windows that afford the view steam up then slowly clear up. “I’ve been here for ages! Ready! What do you possibly mean?”
“I only follow instructions, Perpetual. And I was told when you were ready, you’d know.”
The second voice huffs. “I’ve been here since the accident! Me, I’ve been ready oh! Just pass me to the next phase quick quick. Which time I go follow Baba God yarn naa?”
The frame of the barn shudders as the first voice laughs loudly. “Even I haven’t spoken to him.. But to get to the next phase, you need to raise some dust for good.”
“Raise dust for good? All you spirits just like all these proverbial talksshaa. What is ‘raise dust for good’?”
“I’m going to let you out for a while, Perpetu..”
“I’ve decided I want you to call me P. Just P.”
“Perpetual. Can the blind man see..? Can the..”
“Of course not.”
“..deaf man hear? No. But the chills that come from beyond the grave will make a man shiver with wisdom.”
“..huh?Wetin you dey yarn?”
The barn door starts to swing open.
“Let’s see how much difference you can make before it comes for them. Then we’ll see about the next phase.”
The barn door swings shut behind Perpetual as she is reintroduced in a form as pale as air but as solid as stone, back into the realm she once dwelled in.
Hi y’all. Welcome to Stripped.
We’ll be bringing you stories of the women who live next to you; who you pass by everyday: women who are prompted to reveal or confront aspects of their lives or selves that they would rather much have hidden forever.
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