TALKING TO MY IMAGINARY REAL FRIEND #1 (SHORT STORY)
Hi there! We start a short story series today. It’s a story of childhood, the wonder and innocence of it. It’s also a story of family life, marital trouble and hope. Above all, it’s a story that shows the difference that a relationship with God can make in the life of an individual and in a family. It is intriguing, suspenseful and exhilarating. Here’s the first segment. Do you feel some anticipation? Then jump right in.
TALKING TO MY IMAGINARY REAL FRIEND #1
Friday 9:01 p.m.
The lights are off and I’m all alone in bed in the room I share only with myself. My parents are watching TV in the living room and laughing so loud. I wish I could be with them but they won’t let me. They probably think I’m asleep but I’m glad for the sound.
They know I’m afraid of the dark and although I’m only six and have no brother or sister, they expect me to sleep here. They normally say a masked spirit will come and get me if I’m bad, so I’m thinking hard to remember if I gave it a reason today to do that.
They also say I can tell God everything. God is to me like my classmate, Junior’s imaginary friend. My parents say he is real. I don’t know, I’ve never seen him and neither have they, but it sure feels good to talk to him.
When I talk to God, I feel that he is listening and I hear some questions from him in my heart which when I answer makes it feel like a proper conversation. I guess that really makes him real. For example, I would talk to him every night about wanting a baby brother. Once he asked me why and I said I want someone to play with.
He said he’ll give me a playmate soon and I told my parents. They warned me that it’s only a hope, that I shouldn’t sound so sure but later that week, Uncle Tim, whose wife died last year came and said he was planning to go back to school by next month and needed my five-year-old cousin, Tamuno, to stay with us. So you see, I’ll get a playmate very soon.
That’s one thing I’ve learnt about God. He doesn’t always agree with me. But I don’t mind because he knows what is best for me. Like this little brother and playmate thing. I figure a playmate close to my age will be easier to get along with than a baby brother who can’t talk but will probably be yelling half the time. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t want to be an only child.
So, I know that after a while, I’ll remind God about giving me a baby brother or sister. Maybe, then the time will be right and he will. The time will be right … where did that come from? I never thought of it like that before. Hmmnn. What does it even mean? Tomorrow, I’ll ask my mum. Maybe, she will know.
-To be continued-
Ⓒ Edith Ugochi Ohaja 2016
My heart goes out to this little boy. I just want to scoop him up in my arms and assure him that no masked anything will ever come for him, that none will come anywhere near him. What about you? How do you feel about the story? See the link to the second episode below.
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Episode Two of the Story
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