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Sunday, October 30, 2016

I see things others don't episode 12.....

Episode 12 and 13
The conversation.
“We need to talk.”
“What?” he asked, not looking down.
Chuks the stronger held me by the hand as he flew effortlessly
back towards what I could only fathom would be my head.
When he said “Let’s go”, I had thought I would suddenly wake
up sane,but apparently things weren’t going to work out that
way. He had simply held me by the hand and with a mighty
jump, we were headed back the way I had fallen. I watched
him and marveled at his confidence, even though he looked
like a six year old I knew that spirit wise he was probably
much older and more skilled than I was. He was me in my
simplest, purest form,undiluted,unspoilt by the logic that was
the world. It was exhilarating to see this my other self, so full
of confidence,so sure of himself. But watching him, watching
the way he headed back to consciousness with glee, I
suddenly felt worried.
“Who will I be?”
“Eh?” Chuks said, still not looking down, the force of his
upward acceleration seemed to be making it difficult for him to
hear me, like trying to strike a conversation with someone
riding a bike swiftly against the wind.
“Wait, STOP!” I shouted. And he did. Chuks the stronger put on
the brakes mid air and stood standing on nothing,
looking at me. I still hung from his hand and struggled about.
“Why don’t you stand?” said chuks the stronger.
“Where?!” I gasped, looking round.
“Anywhere!!” Said chuks. “It’s your mind, after all.”
I still struggled about a bit, not understanding how chuks was
standing mid air. “I don’t get it!” I said, “how do you stand
“Just stand!” chuks said.
And I did. I looked into his eyes and became calm. I imagined
my feet on solid ground and hey presto! I was standing. I
didn’t look down though.
Chuks the younger was looking up at me with scorn, if such a
thing was possible. I ignored him and looked around me for a
while. “So this is inside my body,huh?” I asked.
“Its just your imagination” Chuks replied.”if I were to pinpoint
our exact location it would most likely be our brain. We’ll be at
our consciousness very soon.
“Yeah…I wanted to talk to you about that.” I said. “Who will I
“I don’t understand…” Chuks said
“Will I be me or you?” I asked. “When we regain
consciousness, who will be in charge?”
Chuks grinned again. “I will.” He said, and laughed when he
saw the look on my face.”I am you! A lost part of you. I’m
definitely not going to take over. We are one, you and I. it will
be like waking up from a dream and remembering something
you had long forgotten, although…” and here he eyed me
pointedly, “ it seems as if you have forgotten a lot. What
happened to you?”
“Nothing!” I said defensively. “I remember most of my
childhood, I do. Okay, maybe I stopped using my gift a lot
during the time I was growing up and I lost a lot of, er… skills
in the process, but I did it so we…so I…could appear normal.
You don’t understand the way they looked at me the first time I
came to school, how I was constantly bullied for being weird
or put at the back of the class for saying things that weren’t
there! I had to…adjust. And besides father says the reason I
couldn’t remember you or rather your gift is because I did
something, removed something from him and mum and-”
“I extracted a lust creature, yes I know. I was there remember?
I was too young physically at the time and the energy I
expended was too much for my little body, but now I am a
man! Think of the things I could do! I can really rock and roll
when I get back!”
“Rock and roll? Who says… never mind. What I want to know
is how did I remove that demon and how do I handle this one?

Chuks sighed. For a young boy, he exhibited a lot of adult
mannerisms. And I noticed that somehow he was getting
older. The more we talked the more he seemed to age; right
now he looked more like a teenager. I wasn’t sure if he was
aware of this but decided to keep mute about it. He grabbed
me by the hand suddenly and we were off again.
“You see creatures not of this realm right?” he said. “do you
talk to them?”
“only the people.” I replied trying to hold on.
“Well, have you tried talking to a creature before?”
“I try not to.” I said, “I don’t want to get involved in too much
stuff. Trying to stay n….”
“Normal, yeah, I get it.” He said. “Well you have five senses
don’t you? You see, smell, taste, hear and feel. Have you ever
considered doing that in the spiritual realm as well?”
I hadn’t thought of it. Of course I had made contact with one or
two manifestations, my previous landlady, a small greed
demon I had chased out of my bosses room so I could submit
an assignment in peace, Pachios himself…but I had never
really delved into interacting so much.
“Well, not really, it makes me uncomfortable.” I said.
“No chuks” chuks replied. “it makes you afraid. Fear is a
barrier to so many things beyond the veil. It makes you
second guess yourself, it makes you have friends you don’t
need and enemies you can’t afford. Our FATHER from before
the veil made us Dominators, Conquerors. But as soon as we
pass through the veil we are distracted by the noise of this
little earth and by the shiny things man has made for his
pleasure, and we forget it all. I came through with my
memories of the other side as a baby. I didn’t come through
with only my sight. And yet even I that have been in slumber
for so many years, even I have forgotten so much. But I am
still a child, and a child does not think of fear or
impossibilities. Things only become impossible when you stop
to think about them. “
I was quiet. I felt him now more than ever, like I was the one
talking and holding him by the hand instead of the other way
“We are nearly there.” He said and looked down at me. He
was smiling. I smiled back and suddenly we were in another
room. Just like that, no door, no entrance, nothing. But this
room didn’t feel peaceful like the one I had found him sleeping
in. it felt tumultuous, frenzied, and I heard whispers, whispers
which grew into babbling, incoherent, continuous babbling. I
looked for the source and when I couldn’t see it I asked chuks
the stronger “Where is it?”
“Where do you want it to be?” he replied and he looked ahead.
I did too and sure enough I saw it. Seated on a golden stool,
making a terrible mess of the place with oozing green liquid
and screeching horribly was the cross-eyed, monkey-bat like
creature I had seen earlier in the cave. It bared its fangs and
gave off a fearful howl. I took a step back.
Chuks the stronger looked at me, puzzled. “No,” he said, “You
did not just step back did you? Are you afraid? Look at what
you did.”
I looked and right there and then the creature grew bigger. It
expanded its wings which had nasty looking talons and it
became twice its size. It shrieked again even louder and I took
another step back. Chuks the stronger slapped me at the back
of my head, hard.
“OW!” I said. “Hey, that hurt!”
“Better you feel pain than to feel fear,” he said. “What’s wrong
with you? This fella is sitting in your head like it owns the
place and you are here doing a backslide? Show it whose
I stared at the creature again. It had grown to four times its
size and was now massive. It flapped its wings, spewing green
stuff everywhere and screeched loud-
“AWWWW SHUT IT!!!” Chukwudi the stronger yelled loudly and
the creature closed its mouth immediately. He gazed at it with
fire in his eyes and it shrank back to twice its normal size. He
walked a few feet then turned, backing the creature and facing
“Fear is like a spiders web. The more you struggle in it, the
more it will hold you down. Ignore the fear! That thing is
seating on your seat!”
I looked at the creature again and indeed it seemed out of
place on that golden stool. In fact, it seemed very out of place
in this clean room, messing up everywhere, making a nasty
ruckus. And I got mad. I got really angry. And I walked past
Chukwudi the stronger and approached the creature
confidently. It watched me coming with apprehension in its
eyes, and then I saw, it was afraid!
“Get the hell outta here!” I shouted getting closer now and
noticing the creature shrink even more until it was almost its
original size. “I own this place, this is my domain!Get out!”
I was close to it now. It raised one disgusting wing and made
to swipe at me and I grabbed that wing midair with my right
hand. With my left hand and with a loud yell I pounded the
creature on the head with a mighty blow. It wasn’t as strong
as I had imagined and I felt its skull crack and it collapsed, still
on the stool. It tried rising again and I went all out for it,
shouting, yelling and tearing; I broke its wings and snapped its
neck, then I hurled the carcass off the golden stool and unto
the floor where it remained still for a while and then
disappeared. I could feel my hands and face covered in gooey
smelly stuff but I felt great! I shouted in exhilaration! I had
done it! I picked up the golden stool, cleaned it as much as I
could and sat down on it proudly. Then I saw the look of shock
on Chukwudi the stronger’s face.
“What?!” I said.
“That was very violent and messy,” he said shaking his head.
“I mean, you could have just commanded it off when it had
shrunk back to its normal size then chased it out or used the
sword to finish it off. That’s what I would have done…”
I looked beside me and saw a sword on the floor.
“Wait,”I said trembling, “there was a sword there the whole
time? The whole time?!
Chukwudi the stronger laughed and came up and shook my
shoulder. “The point is, you got the job done! Congratulations!
You see, you could have done that by yourself all along! Now
we can regain consciousness with our sanity intact. But first,
abeg, let’s find a way to clean you up.
[[ Its 5.30am. Dr Paul O., the consultant psychiatrist on duty
today at Yaba psychiatric hospital is awake. Sleep has been
difficult this night, the same way as it has been for the past
four nights. His thoughts wander near and far but always tend
to come to focus around her; Bisi Washington, the girl of his
dreams. How does he convince her that she is what keeps him
awake at night, that she is his reason for behaving so
irrationally at times, that she is… his soul-mate? Their last
meeting had ended badly, with them shouting at each other
over a small matter, causing a scene at the restaurant they
had gone to have lunch. Neither of them had called since then,
both playing the waiting game, both waiting to see who would
cave in first. It was crazy! Normally if it were any other girl he
would have ignored her and moved on, but Bisi wasn’t any
other girl…
The alarm clock begins its pre-programmed song to remind
him of the time. Dr Paul reluctantly gets up from the bed and
switches on the lights. He has to have an early start if he
wants to beat the busy Lagos traffic. He goes to the bathroom
and brushes his mouth, has a cold shower and towels his lean
body dry. At six feet 2 inches he is a fairly tall fellow, light in
complexion, with facial features that are easy on the eyes. His
well kept crew-cut hair fits his round head in such a way as to
give him a boyish appearance even though a scattering of grey
hair on his beard and mustache betray his real age to be in his
middle thirties. His naturally bright eyes which used to add
credence to the illusion of his eternal youth are now dulled by
the thought of that singular damsel. He sighs and goes to his
wardrobe where he picks up an already ironed blue T.M Lewin
long sleeved shirt and a pair of jet black trousers. He wears
this sluggishly and brings down his ward coat from the hanger
on his door. He has no appetite so he doesn’t eat. He looks
around his one room apartment one more time, checking to
see if he has missed anything, then locks the door shut. A few
minutes later he is back, cursing under his breath and picking
up his car keys from under the bed before going out again.
The time is 6am.
The drive down to Yaba Psychiatric hospital is a tortuous one
for him. Apart from the fact that his mind is still distracted
from thinking about Bisi, he has to contend with other people
on the road who have decided to try and beat the traffic as
well. By six o clock, Dr Paul is close to the hospital and has
been yelled at, insulted, and nearly run into on at least one
occasion by other motorists on the road. Just as he is about
to turn his Toyota Camry 2008 model into the hospital
premises, he hits another car, a jeep on the fender. The
woman driver comes out angrily and screams at him. She had
right of way, she says, why won’t he put “Learner” on his car
bumper she says. He aoplogises and introduces himself, tries
to give the woman his card, says he will pay for the damage.
The woman stares at him for a while and softens. Without a
word she enters into her jeep and zooms off. It is only when
he is about entering back into his car that he notices his
trafficator light is broken. He loses his temper and kicks at the
car headlight, completely disengaging it from its socket and
tearing his shoe. Exasperated, he enters back into his car,
ignoring the small traffic he has caused behind him and drives
through the hospital gates.
He gets to his office and is relieved to find that it is nurse
becky that is on duty today. Nurse becky understands him,
understands the way he works. On many occasions their
colleagues have commended them on being a good team
since they do so well together. At the back of his mind comes
the thought that Nurse becky might have a crush on him but he
pushes that thought away. He likes her but his heart belongs
to Bisi. At the thought of her he grimaces again. Is love
supposed to hurt so much? What were they even arguing
about anyway? Why did he always have to engage in an
intellectual argument with her? Why was she so, so…
stubborn? He reasons that, had it not been for the fact that she
was so beautiful and sophisticated he would have left her by
He is so deep in thought that he doesn’t realize Nurse Becky
has entered the office and is staring at him as if he is some
kind of greek god. She is much shorter than him, being a little
above five feet, and fatter, voluptuous, she likes to call it and
though her beauty isn’t going to win her any facial contests
anytime soon, her dark features and smooth skin all added to
an amazing smile makes her very easy on the eyes. If only Dr
Paul would notice this, she sighs dreamily.
She coughs gently and he almost jumps out of his skin. What
can he be thinking about? Well whatever it is, it is enough to
have dampened his features and deprived him of sleep as
evidenced by the dark circles around his oh so lovely brown
eyes. He has a glazed look in his eyes for a moment but then
they focus in on her and he smiles that smile that always
leaves her weak at the knees. She hesistates for a while before
saying hello. He answers her formally, though still smiling, and
asks if he has any appointments today.
“Yes,” she says, “A case of drug induced psychosis. He has
been on admission for three days now, went into a catatonic
state for two hours yesterday after which he claimed he was
alright and would like to see you.”
He nods at her, impressed at her resourcefulness and he lets
her know it. She blushes although from the darkness of her
skin it is impossible to tell. He asks her to bring him in from
the ward, that he will see him in his office. Nurse Betty smiles
and leaves the office. Dr Paul watches her go and for a while
he ponders on why he has never gotten closer to her. But then
again she isn’t as sophisticated or as beautiful as Bisi. And
besides all the magazines he has read on the topic always put
a big no-no on office relationships.
He walks around the big desk to his seat which is a swivel
action affair with very soft, light blue cushions. On the right
side of the desk is the patient’s case file which he picks up
and inspects. On his left is a tray with a ceramic coffee teapot
with intricately drawn chinese figures written in bold red
lettering at the side and a matching designer mug. He lifts up
the teapot and is pleased to see that it is full. He makes a
mental note to thank Nurse Betty and pours himself a cup of
coffee, no milk, no sugar, just as he prefers it. He likes to be
relaxed both physically and emotionally when doing his job.
Seeing psychiatric patients can be tasking and he doesn’t want
to end up with a mental breakdown of his own.
He takes another sip of coffee and settles down to read the
case before the patient arrives, the name of the patient is
Chukwudi B-, a 29years old male who hails from the east, said
to have gone into a manic state in his apartment here in Lagos
after smoking some marijuana. Symptoms include irrational
talk, hallucinations, delusions and a recent state of catatonia
after which the patient appeared rational and denied any form
of marijuana use. Dr Paul smiles to himself as he reads this. It
wouldn’t be the first time a drug user would deny substance
abuse, but it would be interesting watching the patient trying to
behave sane.
Ten minutes later and there is a knock on the door. Nurse
Betty walks in with two men, one of them a burly male nurse
who usually escorts patients that are deemed “violent” and the
second is a young man of average height, wearing a designer
T-shirt with “I am Teaser” written bolder on the front and deep
blue denim jeans. The man’s face is rugged and handsome
despite the stubbles of hair on his chin, probably as a result of
having not shaved in three days and his eyes twinkle, like
someone who knows something but will never tell. He walks in
confidently with the nurses behind him and sits down without
being asked. He meets Dr Paul’s stare with a friendly smile
and, for a fraction of a second, Dr Paul feels there is going to
be a role reversal, like he is going to be the patient and this
mysterious looking man, his doctor. ]]]
To be Continued
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