Adaora welcomes you into her world:
Ikechukwu clenched his jaws. He looked at his wife through squinted eyes, walked to the door and slammed it behind him. He went into his car and sat down; his large frame slumped over the steering wheel. When he looked up, he stared into the distance, oblivious of his surroundings. He wondered why, in the name of all that is good, he was so in love with this woman? Why did his heart soften at thoughts of retaliation for her behavior towards Adaora?
He always knew the answers to these questions. As much as he wished otherwise, none of them could shirk the path which lay ahead. They were all pawns in the hands of destiny.
I began to feel faint. Something was happening to me and I almost fell to the floor, before I heard Adaora’s voice.
“Oh Ferni, this is crazy. I lost you for a while. You established a metaphysical connection which I did not expect so soon: at least not without guidance. This indicates you have a strong spiritual perception.” Her eyes sparkled and gleamed. I looked at her puzzled.
“Established a what? I asked.
“You connected with my childhood and were able to feel and be immersed in the moment.
“So, did you have fun, little sister?”
Amaka’s voice interrupted, before I could respond. She was sitting on Adaora’s bed thumbing through a comic.
“Why are your friends so greedy? Did you see how they ate all the cake?”
My temple throbbed and my head ached. I was ready to lash out at Amaka. Adaora was her younger sister, for heaven’s sake! She deserved better. Powerless, it dawned on me I was there solely to observe. I could neither rewrite history nor influence the past.
Adaora watched in silence as I witnessed the replay of her life. Having no mother is a blessing when you have one gifted with meanness from the pit of hell. Despite the closeness shared between Amaka and their mother, there was still no aura to validate their affinity for each other.
Having not received the response she sought, Amaka left to join their mother in the living room. Adaora smiled from her corner in the room, the meanness of her sister’s words had not registered with her. She was more involved in her conversation with the young girl sitting opposite her. The girl was invisible to all except Adaora. I soon understood why. The girl’s name was Efuru. Her ghost-like appearance was similar to Adaora’s when she first revealed herself to me. She, like Adaora, was an Abler. Her role was to facilitate the smooth transition of Initials, or Gifted Ones, in and out of the spirit world.