Visionaries --A True Tale of Religion and Mystery #11

This is the story of an event that happened in a catholic school in Nigeria, events which I witnessed and was a part of, and which have never been resolved till date. Names have been changed, but the tale is true, and told as I remember it.

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I went to the classroom, got my novel from my desk, and returned to the dormitory. My plan was to read a few chapters, take a little nap, then get up and play some sports, so once I got there I lay down and relaxed. The novel was an old C.S. Lewis I had gotten out of the library earlier, and though the writing style was far from modern, I was enjoying it very much. I had already read his entire Narnia series, and I really admired the way with which he told such interesting tales woven through with religious and moral meanings. I was an aspiring writer myself, though both my style and genre were very different from Lewis'. Still, I hoped they would have some real, positive impact someday.

Suddenly, it clicked.

My breath caught in my throat and I sat up sharply. My eyes were wide with excitement.

Of course! That was it! This was my purpose – to put into writing all that was happening now, and ensure the records saw the light of day. It was a task only I could accomplish. Only I had enough influence to get the accounts from those involved – people like Igwe and Miko – and the writing skills required. It didn’t matter if the visions were real or fake, divine or not. I would write the account of everything I had seen and heard, and everything that would occur before it came to an end. If they turned out to be true, history would need an accurate record. If not, it would make a great story, with many lessons and topics up for debate.

I was ecstatic at my epiphany. Trembling with excitement, I quickly opened my locker and got out one of my fresh notebooks. I couldn’t find a pen so I settled for a pencil, flipped to the first page and, in large stylish letters, wrote: ‘Visionaries, a true tale of Religion and Mystery', and designed some flowers by the side.

I looked down at the work and beamed. I had begun.

I had flipped to the next page, ready to start the story when two of my dormitory boys suddenly entered, chatting excitedly. I caught a snippet of their conversation and jerked up from my bunk.

“Hey!” I called. They turned around at once, startled – they hadn’t known I was in. Their eyes were shining. “What did you just say?” I demanded.

They glanced at themselves before replying. “It’s Igwe Stephen,” they said. “He’s with some people, helping them see visions.”

“Right now?” I asked.

They nodded fervently.

“Where are they?” I inquired.

They glanced at themselves again, then replied hesitantly, “In the S.S.3 class. Some S.S.1 boys were with him.”

I knew what this was –an opportunity to witness a vision-seeing for myself. It seemed providential that this was coming just a few minutes after I'd had my epiphany. It was a call to action. My duty – to witness and record. I would not waste this chance.

I grabbed the notebook and pencil, and hurried out.

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