The Spell

The Spell

That night I was not feeling too sleepy, so I decided to stay up on Facebook checking people I may know. Then I saw Dide Francis. Back in secondary school, he was that quiet boy that always swallowed his dreams.

Everyone knew he had gone abroad to study because of his affluent dad. Seeing him gave me goosebumps for a while before I got myself together. I hurriedly sent a friend request and to my greatest surprise I got my request answered in less than five minutes.

I became unstable and anxious. Sleep committed suicide that night as I and Dide chatted till 5 minutes to 6am.

Who am I?
I am Abigail, a graduate of Command Secondary school who wrote Jamb twice and is still waiting for admission list. You are probably surprised I went to Command and I am not in a private University? Yeah, you are right, my dad is not wealthy, he borrowed a lot to send me there because of his ego.

Back to my gist.
I woke up around 12:15pm and trust me all my attention was on whether he dropped a message. Though he had not asked me out yet, I felt like we had a connection greater than a dating contract.

I never knew love is patient.

The next night came along and we kept the tape rolling until, he said these words.

"Abigail, I never knew I would say this, but I can't help it anymore, I love you and wanna spend my whole life with you"

I was already experiencing heavy heartbeat. I didn't know what to feel. I felt I should snap out. But if this was what I always wanted, why do I find it difficult to receive. He then said:

" Can we go out on a date in two days time"

"That was a rush", I thought. But I couldn't say no however way I wanted to.

The next day was a church service of which I visited with a day dream screen. I was caught in the realm of love and fear. I didn't know if I was ready for this.

Need I tell you that I was a church girl and a moralist. I pushed away spirituality a long time ago because of peer pressure.

So, the service ended as usual, all I heard was noise, not a word entered my ears. I got home and pondered on the event tomorrow. There and then I determined to turn it down. Whatever it is, let it be online.

I told him this fearfully, and he went dumb, he didn't reply me again, and now my heart started racing all over.
I began to apologise, but it seemed his social media eyes got blind to my messages. My weak heart struck me.

The day of the show, I pitifully decided to visit the mall where he wanted us to meet as a surprise. Before leaving I struggled with intense feeling of going or not. My emotions won against my reasoning. I got on the bus with dad's money and arrived at the mall at 11:58am.


I met Dide and I was dazzled, fresh face, designer's wear and iPhone 7. We hugged and sat to talk. That was the last thing I remembered.


What really happened?

I can't say for sure, but I woke up in a room to see 6 boys right in front of me. I was feeling pains initially but the sight of the boys brought more fear that overrode my pain. Someone shouted number 3, it's your time. The guy said 1hour 30 minutes, the coach or pimp as I would call said 60k, he did a quick bank transfer and I became the object for sexual promiscuity.

Then came number 4, I cried and wish it would end but all to no avail. I blacked out at number 5 and woke up in the hospital on life saver.


Dide Francis, you casted a spell on me. I fell for it. My life is ruined.



There are no new ways of destruction
The way is only new to those walking in it for the first time.


Be wise
Learn by observation.

story by Owolabi Philip
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