Chapter 19：The Fucking barman (1/2)
After the fourth bottle of his favourite beer; Guinness Stout which he believes is a form of man-power he asked the barman
”Do you believe in ghost?”
”Why are you downcast? Have you lost your job?” he asked looking at him with suspicion.
”Nigerians, must we always reply a question with another question. Do you believe in ghost, yes or no?”
”Yes I do…” the barman responded waiting to see where this was headed for he knew it's the alcohol speaking.
”Have you seen or met any?” he asked slowly raising his head from the bottle, staring and studying his facial expression.
”No, I haven't met any but probably have seen. When my mother passed away, I could still see her walking around the house; cooking and disturbing things in the kitchen. I woke up sometimes to see her seated beside my bed smiling down at me. I think at that time, her spirit hasn't let go of some earthly things”.
”Hmm, so you believe some spirits live among us?”
”Yes they do, especially those who died a horrible death at when wasn't their time”
”Alright, so can a spirit have sex with the living?”
”Yes, I think they can…”
”Really?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
”I have heard stories where someone who died in a particular place comes to live a different life in another place; even get married and give birth to children”
”Even give birth to children?” he inquired shocked, David had never heard of such.
”Yes, living happily with their spouses”
”This is interesting. So how do you get rid of them because you can't kill what is already dead right?” he asked laughing to make it seem like a joke concealing his dismay.
”Let me tell you a true story which will better answer your numerous questions…”
”I love you already. Oh sorry, I love the story already…”
The barman smiled, took one mouth down from his beer and began
”About six years ago, a couple moved into my neighbourhood. They had a child a baby girl already and in a space of two years they gave birth to another. The husband was a bus driver and the wife had a shop where she sold food. She was well known as ”Mama Baby”.
This couple was the envy of everyone; they seemed to be made in heaven for each other. The wife basically worshipped the husband and he in return adored the wife. They went to church every Sunday, smiled at everyone while greeting; it was indeed a beautiful family.
One cold evening, people were seated in front of her shop eating and discussing as usual. She was attending to some customers inside; a stranger past through the window probably saw her and slowly came back.