It has been two weeks since the day I left Abby at Papa Obi’s place, and I do not know why, but I take a drive to Papa Obi’s place. After driving there, I park outside his place when I arrive. I then walk up the path and find the short men dancing outside and feasting on braai meat. It seems like there is a celebration of some kind. All the short men look extremely happy, or maybe they do not get to eat meat more often.

When I continue walking up the path, one of the short men tugs at my trouser. Yep, that is how short he is.

“Papa is not working today,” the short man says, speaking in a husky voice.

“Why?” I ask. “I need to see him.”

“He is busy,” the short man responds, smiling and showing his rotten teeth.

“I will wait. Is he with another client?” I ask.

“No,” he responds, shaking his head vigorously.

“Then I will just peep in,” I say, walking towards the door.

The short man shrugs in response and goes back to his fellow dwarves, dancing and feasting on meat. I reach the door, but today, there is no Papa Obi shouting ‘leave the shoes there!’ I take my shoes off any way because I do not want him to be mad at me. I just want to know what he did with Abby, the love of my life. I hope she did not feel any pain when he took her back to the land of the dead.

As I walk in, I find Papa Obi seated on his reed mat. He has a woman on his lap, and they are kissing, with tongue, on the verge of ripping each other’s clothes off.

“That is why the guys did not want me to come in,” I think to myself.

I did not think Papa Obi was the type to get all mushy. When Papa Obi senses my presence, he looks up and stands up quickly, and the woman he is with turns her back to me and fixes herself.

“What do you want?” Papa Obi asks.

“What did you do with Abby?” I ask in response, lowering myself on the reed mat.

The woman then turns, and horror strikes my face. “He married me, George. That is what real men do,” Abby says, showing me the huge diamond ring on her left finger, and it blinds me temporarily.

“How? She is dead,” I stutter.

“Do you think anyone will touch her? She is Papa Obi’s wife,” Papa Obi says, laughing, and his voice echoes throughout the walls, tormenting me.

Instead of responding, I just run out like a madman. My trousers then catch on fire, which is rather unusual because there is no fire around. I then take them off, but then my shirt catches on fire too, so I strip off my clothes and run up and down the street in my boxers. I then run to my car, but it also burns down in front of my eyes. I then run to neighbouring houses, but nobody listens nor believes me. They all think I am a mad man.

This is my story, and I hope you, dear reader, will believe me.

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