ESCAPE FROM CEMETERY PART TWELVE
Of course, I lost my sighting sense immediately I felt the
breeze on my face, the only active sense left to navigate my way out of the cemetery is my hearing and touching ability. I prayed and cried silently in my heart. I've lost the energy to even talk.
I knelt down on the ground and started tracing the way with my palm. I do this to avoid hitting my leg on something.
I haven't walked far before I heard some people banging the
gate forcefully. With a loud thud, the gate opened and I heard
some feet coming towards me.
"Yeah, officer this is him, this is the man I heard screaming all
this while" I heard a feminine voice speaking. " While going to the morning prayer this morning" she continued " I
heard his scream twice, I first ignored him, but while coming back again, through the transparent gate, I saw this man sitting on the grave, so I couldn't approach him, that's why I called you" she explained to the police.
I was really happy that the gate is the kind that look like burglary metal, people can see through it easily, but I was sad that she didn't call the police during the midnight to arrest me, I would have happily go to prison.
But I realised at that moment that they were able to come to
my aid because I've lost my sight, I've lost a part of my body.
According to the testimony of people that came to the cemetery earlier, they lost some part of
their body before escaping from that cemetery.
They first ordered me to stand up and I did, it was when they told me to come to them that they realised that there's no more sight to see them.
One of them came to me and held my hand. They helped out of
the cemetery and push me inside their van. They were about to take off when I remembered my friends motorcycle.
" Officer please wait" I tried to stop them, " I parked a motorcycle at the bark of the
cemetery, can you please help me take it, the key is there" , "Okay" one husky voice replied me.
The officer got down and I heard is feet running to the back of the cemetery, we waited for five minutes before I heard his approaching his feet.
"Young man, there's no motorcycle there and please don't waste our time" the man informed me.
The news left me flabbergasted,
no bike, no money. I came here to steal a money but the bike I
borrowed was stolen in return.
The thought of how to refund Quadri filled my mind but no as
much as the thought of what to do to my sight less eyes.
They took me to their station for interrogation, they spent one hour asking for how I got to the
cemetery and what I went there to do, and I spent one hour lying
They bought and embraced all my lies but put my freedom on one condition, I can't leave the station unless someone come to bail me. Of course, I cannot go home alone, with a blind eye.
I cannot let any of my family members know about my situation, so I don't have choice
than to call my friend Quadri to come and bail me out.
I begged one of the police officer to help me dial his number, thank God I know his number offhand.
He dialed his number and gave it to me, I cooked up a story for
him and he arrived at the station 30 mins later.
He was directed to where I was immediately he arrived, I was expecting him to ask for his bike but he didn't. We talked for some minutes before he bailed me out.
Throughout the time we were discussing he didn't notice that
I've been blinded. He was about to go out when I beckoned to
him to come. He was surprised when I held his shoulder and started walking slowly behind him. I'm sure that there are
thousands of questions he want
to ask, but I told him that I will explain everything when we get home.
My expectation was to hear him stop a bike, but I was surprised
when he told me to mount on the bike. Which bike, my heart
started beating faster.
"Which bike" I asked out of curiosity, "my bike nah, the one
you borrowed" he clarified. I fainted right on the spot.
Till today, I'm still wondering if I'm still in or out of the cemetery, even when my eye opened, I
continued doubting if I'm really out of the cemetery.