MAGICAL MONDAYS WITH KREATE
It was Saturday hence I had my routine cleaning task to accomplish before he arrived. It was time to get out of bed.
There was another prominent man that appeared in the photographs. I presumed he was her husband. As we drew closer to our destination, everybody in the picture grew older. At some point, the man photograph stopped featuring. I deduced it must have been the point when he became deceased. The last portrait had only Mrs. Padraig and a tall handsome young man dressed in a naval uniform. We reached a blue door with two black handles. The sound of the music was
considerably higher now.
the first episode in the garden,’ she said.
my dreams? I stared at her but didn’t reply.
I believed in the mysterious and the supernatural, but having access to the VIP seat of one that involved yours truly was a bit too surreal. I shifted uncomfortably on the sofa. It was hard to be calm, but I really didn’t care about appearances now, even with the luxurious Edna Padraig sitting in front of me. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out.
somehow. It has always been like that.’
Somehow, the thought of how those helpless clients with morbid futures felt, perched on my mind. ‘So those with death in their dreams – can their destiny be altered?’ I asked.
Finding the answer to that question is like trying to fathom why some people die while others get to live or why unwise people rule and intelligent others serve. Who understands the rationale behind Fate’s decisions?’
shall we continue this chat later?’ Her voice sounded casual as if the last hour had been dedicated to idle gossip.
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