Summary

Theresa had never been overly superstitious like most Nigerians, but she doesn't know what to make of the dreams she is plagued with. In her dreams, she sees her favorite sister dying over and over again, taking matters into her hands, Theresa decides to be the one to end those dreams. *************** Dreaming Chapter one Chapter one Superstitious beliefs. As an African child, superstitions were not hard to come by, in fact it was almost embedded into our lives, for a few, it was their life. Like the one I believed when I was younger, 'if you were sitting on the floor, and someone crossed you, you would become short. ' I heard it, I believed it. In fact I would fight who ever crossed me, because I didn't want to become short. I am, and forever be a proud African child, even if most of the people here were very very dangerous, and I don't mean, having guns and tracking them down and ending people's lives, that was too easy. But that's kind of my story, not really it, but something like it. When I walked out of my room in the middle of the night, rubbing my eyes to rid them of the sleep I was deprived of, my destination was my mother's room, I wanted her to give me water, because I was not tall enough to reach it. I got to the room, it was dark, I didn't see anything, the only source of light was a sliver of the moon coming through the glass windows. My eight years old self, walked around the bed, I was here more than enough times to know where the part of the bed my mother laid on. I tapped it, it was empty, I blinked in confusion, why was my mother's side of the bed empty, I saw come in here after she already told me good night. I felt the side for my father, he was not there too, where did they go? Were my sisters alone in the house, I remembered my dad's elder sister, she was staying with us for the time being, I did not understand the reason for her appearance, but I didn't actually care. I headed to the room she was staying in, I wanted to tell her that my parents were missing, and also get her to give me water. The place was pitch black, I placed one leg before the other, walking in a slow and steady pace, I did not want to trip and fall. I would have carried the Torchlight, but my immediate younger sister Tami, she loved hoarding the torch, i...