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2 year ago, I lost the most important thing that’s ever happened to me; my wife. The first day I laid eyes on Cynthia, I knew she was the one for me. I made my move in letting her know how I felt after we met at a friend’s party. We shook hands as the hostess introduced her to me. Although I didn’t have my phone with me at that moment, I quickly asked James who was with me for his phone.
I collected her number and wanted to make sure I had all 10 digits of it correct so I dialed the number right in front of her but her phone didn’t ring. She was embarrassed at the scene and simply smiled asking me to give her my number but I refused, insisting that I had hers instead. I knew I was moving too fast considering that I just met her a few minutes ago but I couldn’t just let her go like that. As soon as I got home that evening, I dialed her number and thankfully she picked up. We spoke for hours that night and I didn’t forget to ask soon enough if she was seeing anyone after I felt we had created some sort of mutual understanding between us. I imagined her smiling and shaking her head as she gave me the answer that kick started our relationship.
A year later, after 3 break ups and everything you can imagine could go wrong in a young relationship, I asked her to marry me and she agreed. Our wedding day was the best day of my life, I had everything I prayed for and when she told me 3 months later that we would be expecting our first child, I couldn’t help but thank God for how well he was taking me through this journey called Life. Iffy came months later and we were so excited to have her as part of our family. She brought joy and we soon realized she brought stability to our now growing family.
One faithful night, the unexpected happened. My wife and I were coming back from a friend’s engagement party when we were suddenly thrown off the road by an unknown driver. I was the one driving that night and Cynthia always hated to wear her seat belt saying it didn’t really prevent the inevitable. Just when I thought there was no hope for us, a voice came.
“Hello sir… are you okay? Can you hear me?” I couldn’t get a clear view of the person speaking but I knew it had to be a woman due to her soft voice. I tried to move my body but I was knocked down by the excruciating pain from my head.
“Sir, I am a doctor and I promise you will be fine, just try not to move for me.” she said.
“Where am I?” I asked her. She told me I had just gotten involved in an accident and in that instant I came back to life.
“Cynthia… Cynthia…” I called out, trying to move myself up.
“Sir, there is no one else here. Was there another passenger in the car with you?”
“Cynthia, my wife…” those were my last words as I blacked out again for the second time.
They were sure I wouldn’t survive but my doctor was determined to make me whole again. She stood by my side through everything and even took on the task of caring for both father and child. Vivian was like an angel sent to me from God. She was the one who broke the news that shattered my life. Two weeks later, they had found a body which they claimed to be my wives and she was proclaimed dead. I couldn’t even attend the funeral they had hastily prepared for her, I didn’t get the chance to say goodbye because I was still battling to survive and be there for our then 5 months old child.
The romance between Vivian and I was brief and we both knew we needed each other. I needed a mother figure around my child and I soon began to fall for her.
That night as I prepared to head to the restaurant where I told Vivian to meet me, I had one intention and one only; I would ask her to marry me.
“Victor, are you sure about what you’re about to do?” James asked.
I placed my phone back to my ear after finishing off with my tie. “Yes na, you know how I feel about her, I just feel this is the right thing to do.” He advised me to not be too heartbroken when Vivian refuses my proposal. We laughed and he wished me good luck regardless.
As I rushed to the door, my house keeper stopped me. “Oga, will you be coming back tonight?” the old lady asked.
“Mrs. Ada, I hope not ooh.” We both smiled. Upon opening the door, the sight that welcomed me made me speechless. She fell into my arms almost breathless. This wasn’t just any woman, she was my Cynthia.
“Water…” she said.
“Jesus Christ!” I shouted as I reached out to grab her.. Mrs. Ada who wasn’t far away came to my rescued. Upon seeing her too, Mrs. Ada screamed, “Chineke!”
I had 2 things on my mind, it’s either the stories of people seeing ghost were truly for real or I was simply dreaming.