Gideon Bazetv

Advice to all men.

We are in a wicked world where people don't appreciate good things. It's very bad how easy people forget all the effort you put in to help them.
This guy was beating by his ex girlfriend current boyfriend. Because he went to collect all the things he has done for the girl. Since the lady has decided to follow another man.
Now I want people to understand that we are in the world where people don't value genue love rather they go after money.
The matter how I'm love you are. Pls avoid doing something that you will not let go in a relationship. Be careful how you love people. What we have today is relationship extortioners. No more love .

Better love yourself and eat your money by yourself rather than spending it on a lady who will never appreciate it

THE PHONE CALL FROM MY SISTER’S GRAV£

Chapter 2

The phone had just stopped ringing when I realized everybody in the compound was pretending like nothing happened. Mama was lying on her mat, facing the wall, her wrapper loose on her shoulder. My uncles were sitting under the mango tree, murmuring among themselves like men discussing palm wine business. Nobody wanted to talk about what happened at the graveside. Nobody wanted to mention Ada’s name again. The only sound filling the air was the croaking of frogs from the backyard and the soft hiss of the lantern beside me.

But me, I couldn’t leave it like that. I opened my call log and there it was, staring at me bold and clear—Ada’s number, 7:42pm. My chest felt like block was pressing it. This was not imagination. I didn’t dream it. The call was real. The question now was: who the h*ll was holding that phone inside the ground?

I stood up slowly and walked to where Uncle Matthew was sitting. He was the one that organized the coffin and even sealed it. He was the one that supervised the whole thing, making sure no one interfered when they nailed the box. I sat opposite him, my eyes fixed on his face.

“Uncle,” I said, trying to keep my voice low, “did anybody open that coffin after I put Ada’s phone inside?”

He adjusted on the bench, cleared his throat, and then looked away. “My son, this is not the kind of talk you should be talking this night. What happened today is not ordinary. It is not everything that has explanation.”

That answer nearly made me slap the bench. “Uncle, I’m not a child. I just want to know if anybody touched her phone. Because I heard it ringing. I even picked the call.”

He shifted again and waved his hand like I was disturbing him. “Don’t go and invite what you don’t understand. Some things are village spirits. Leave it there. You hear?” Then he stood up and walked off like somebody dodging debt.

I remained there, confused, watching him disappear into the dark corridor. His words didn’t settle well in my spirit. What kind of uncle avoids eye contact when you ask a straight question?

I went back to my chair, took my phone again, and checked the log over and over. The number was there. No mistake. I wanted to convince myself maybe it was some fraud boy doing SIM swap. But how would scammer know my sister’s number was inside coffin? How would scammer time it to ring just when we were lowering her body?

My eyes were still on the phone when the vibration started again. This time it wasn’t a call. It was a text message. My heart skipped as the notification appeared on the screen.

From: Ada’s number.

The words were just three, but they entered me like cold water poured on hot coal:

“Don’t trust them.”

My hand almost slipped from the phone. I read it again and again, blinking hard to be sure. The message was still there, plain and bold. “Don’t trust them.” My mouth went dry. Who were “them”? Was it my uncles? Was it the people that carried the coffin? Was it the priest?

I jumped from the chair before I knew it. My legs carried me outside, straight to the open compound. The moon was high, shining on the sand like somebody had poured palm oil on it. I turned my head left and right, my ears straining. I had this strong feeling someone was close, watching me.

That was when I saw it.

At the far end of the compound, near the old kitchen hut, a shadow slipped past the wall, moving fast like someone who didn’t want to be seen. My heart cut. I started running towards it, calling out, “Who is there?!” but the shadow was already gone before I reached the corner.

All I saw was the swinging of the broken zinc door and the sound of dry leaves scattering on the ground.

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