|I raised my head slightly off the ground. My body was under a heap of papers and polythene. A few danced in the light breeze.
I wanted to sit up, but a thought restrained me. Last night, I had slept, naked, on my bed, in my room. Both my ceiling and standing fans worked simultaneously to cool my fifty-one-year-old menopausal body ravaged by hot flushes.
How and why am I in a refuse heap? Moreover, in this notoriously rowdy street, why has nobody detected me? Ordinarily, a crowd would have gathered, taking pictures and videos. I could imagine their conversations.
“She was on a mission to attack a child of God but our midnight prayers arrested her.”
‘…Eeyaaah. Her body would still be on her bed, waiting for her spirit to return.”
“She was a big black bird. I saw when she fell from the sky and changed into a human being.”
I turned my head from side to side. Nobody was around. I heaved a sigh of relief.