“We need his blood, make it fast.” A strange deep voice said, out of nowhere.

I opened my eyes to blackness, I had gone blind. I let go of Nokbonga and used my hands to check if my eyes weren’t covered and they weren’t. I could feel my eyeballs with my fingers. I tried to touch Nokbonga but she was no longer there. Then I called her name and she didn’t respond. I thought that was it, I thought that was the end of me. But I also knew God knew I was a good kid, he knew the real me.

I fell on my knees and prayed. I begged God to forgive my sin and save my life. I shouted the name of Jesus over and over again, in tears, scared, and still blind.

“What is this? Who’s this? We told you not to bring Christians here.” The voice said.

“But he has sinned, he’s weak.” Nokbonga said.

I prayed louder, honestly to God, owning my sin, admitting my weakness, and begging for forgiveness.

After praying for what felt like hours, afraid that if I stopped I would lose my life, I heard a voice of an old woman.

“Hello! Hello!” the old woman called.

I opened my eyes and my vision was back. I continued to pray because the building I was in was different from the one before, I thought something was still going on. The old woman’s voice was coming from beneath where I was, and then I heard a male voice that wasn’t as deep and as strange call out too.

“Is anybody there? Hello!” The two voices said.

I stopped voicing out my prayer but kept it going inside as I waited to see what’d happen next.

The old woman and a cop came up the stairs and saw me still on my knees.

“Hey, are you OK? Who are you?” said the cop.

I told them who I was and told them what had happened. The cop didn’t believe me, but the old woman did. She said she was just passing by and she heard me screaming so she went and got the cop. I found out I was still in the same building but on the second floor. I don’t know how I got there and I don’t remember screaming. The cop didn’t waste his time with me, he just told me to go home. But the old woman took my number and invited me to her church, apparently she was Christian too.

When I got home, I deleted Mxit, Nokbonga’s number and all of her pictures then I forgot about her, like everyone else does.

It’s been eight years since then and I didn’t even remember how she looked like until I had the dream last night. Nokbonga was in my room, standing next to my bed, naked, blood flowing down her eyes. She pointed at her tattoo and told me it’s her code, 448, and then she told me she’s not done with me yet.

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