Fictions by Ima.

The day was getting closer, yes! Her wedding day and she was always honest about her lack of excitement for it. It was just three days to the wedding and everything was in place or maybe it would be appropriate to say, nothing was in place. The truth was that he had nothing. Nothing she knew of. But another truth was that she had fallen in love. She was in love with him whether he had money or not. She couldn’t help it, she was in love! She had tried to kill the feeling. It wasn’t the first time that she had felt this way. But the other times, the feelings never seemed to last; at least not long enough for her to make the drastic decision to marry.

When Jorgan’s knees grew weak and his flesh pale, just before his eyes could go dim forever and his heart cease its age-long drumming, he called his daughter to his bedside where he lay between the land of the living and the land of the dead. He asked her to lean in and then he told her what he had been carrying as a burden for the many years that had rolled by. He was surprised for there was no shock or confusion on her face and her eyes lacked expression and then a smile flashed across her face as she whispered back to him her foreknowledge of what he told her. The watchers always play this type of trick on the inhabitants of the earth and the looks on their faces never cease to amuse them. Who on earth could tell that AnnaMary was Marynth and that AnnaMary was never born? Who else on earth could tell that the child which AnnaMary would birth in the years the watchers choose, would still be Marynth? Who on earth could know that the mother of Marynth was her very self but sinc...

AnnaMay went on to do more unusual acts and became famous for them for a great help she had become. While Jorgan was not always fond of her great acts he nonetheless was thankful that she could do them. Something happened one cold night, while Jorgan was asleep he began to hear the voices he heard many years ago while he wrestled between death and life and they told him a strange thing. His ears tingled at the mention of what they intimated him and from that night he began to see AnnaMary differently. He was torn in between two thoughts and was at a loss on what to do with what he knew. AnnaMary seemed fine and didn’t seem to know any of what he knew but he still watched her closely. She was beautiful and so pure in heart and as more years rolled by and they all grew older, Jogan saw more as truth what he was told about the young girl. No one else in the village knew, how could they know? He would be and indeed was, the only one who knew about the girl’s true identity. H...

As the moons turned into weeks and weeks into months and the months years, AnnaMay Jorgan’s daughter grew into a beautiful one. Her eyes bright, voice sweet and her spirit unusual. There was surely something different about this one; apart from the fact that she looked strikingly like Marynth, she possessed healing powers that were given to her of no man nor taught her by anyone. One day, the hunters went out for the usual village hunt and one of them came back wounded by the venom of a snake. He was already going and his eyes had lost their colour; AnnaMary got to him and started trying to heal him. It seemed like all she had been doing was not working for he seemed to be getting worse, when she raised her head to the sky after being bowed over the sick one, everyone including her father could see that her eyes too had lost its colour. It looked like the eyes of the sick one but a lot fiercer. Her father asked her if she could see and she replied in the affirmative and at that, the ...

Life had never been the same since Jorgan's death experience.  He had many questions to ask about what he heard and en how he felt but so far there was no one who could answer his questions. He was surprised to find out that he had been unconscious for seven moons and the healer said he knew that he would return because he often tried to move. His daughter had been in the care of the old woman who greeted him on his arrival and she was doing well. He could see Marynth in her and just then he wondered what happened to his wife's body. When he asked around, he learnt that the villagers didn't Bury her corpse because it was against their culture to bury an open body so she was left in the forest. When he got to the forest, where her body was kept, he saw a grave where she was kept and her corpse was no where. No one in the village admitted burying the corpse and the mystery remains till today.