MAGICAL MONDAYS WITH KREATE
And it just wasn’t because of the dream and its mystical consequences. We actually did connect on a wide platform. Dreaming had become natural now. Weird dreams, irrational dreams and even a wet dream that I wasn’t too proud of, but they were all regular dreams not uncommon to humans. However, I hadn’t had the dream in a very long while now. Edna had said it was normal and that what came next would be a manifestation of the dream. Although hope still crawled like a slug in my memory, I wasn’t half as bothered as I used to be. I returned to my living room and checked the wall clock. Adrien was expected to pick me up in another hour and fifteen minutes. I was ready for him. Casual was my dress code for the day: Purple short-sleeved top, blue denim pants, and blue snickers. Some braids fell behind the white face cap on my head. What do I do to pass time? After a little mental rummaging, it occurred to me that I hadn’t looked through my photo album in a long while. Photos and corresponding memories of my past bounced in and out as I turned the pages. Akin and I were on page seven.
‘You are going to the fair and there is to be no negotiation. Besides Currie would be heartbroken if you cancel her trip because of some silly hay fever. I’m not sure Betsy and Butch would be joining you though.’
and pointed to a wooded notice board to my right.
Currie didn’t seem to mind as excitement was clearly written all over her face. I could hear the sound of an ice cream truck and decided to have some ice cream was a splendid idea. ‘How about some ice cream, instead?’ I asked. That was all I needed to say as Currie bounded in the direction of the ice cream truck. Suddenly, I had a premonition that sent my heart racing.
Kreate is a budding Nigerian writer with a flair for fiction. Writing for him began sometime in secondary school where he dabbled in poetry and plays. He has authored two self-published short novels.
He is a banker and lives in Surulere. Read more interesting pieces at KREATEATALE