Darola the tall guy threatened to beat some sense into his head if he failed to explain in plain English what the hell was going on. Suki, playing the role of a de facto leader and ordered Darola to calm down. He told everyone that the mumbling boy was speaking out of fear and that everything was going to be alright. Deep down he knew he was lying.

Suki found the gun at the back of the bus, right under one of the seats. It was a rifle. But why was the driver carrying a gun in the first place? Was it for protection in case of an armed robbery attack? So many conflicting questions were running in his head. He prayed that a situation will never arise where they will be forced to use it. He looked at his phone to see if by some magic, network was back. Nothing. The night had suddenly turned icy cold. He went outside to address the small huddled crowd of passengers.
“I know some of you are sacred but there is no need for that. This is what we are going to do. We will try and push the bus from the middle of the road. We will then get inside and try and get some sleep. It has been a long day. In the morning we are going to see other motors ply this route and we will ask for help. There is enough food and water in the bus for the night in case anyone is hungry. Any questions or suggestions?”
They were tired and scared. Nobody said anything. The night was ,save for the nightingales who were trying to seduce the dark night with their sonorous songs. Suki and some of the guys successfully pushed the bus out of the middle of the road to the bushy sidewalk. They all got inside and locked the door. They brought out their phones and switched on their torchlight for illumination. Soon, the atmosphere was different. They nodded their heads to the hip pop song coming from Darius phone and chew candy bars that they forgot for a moment their ugly predicament.
Lucy drew close to Suki. She was really scared. Today’s events had certainly brought them somewhat close. She was shivering although the bus was warm inside. Suki pulled off his cardigan and gave her to wear. He looked round the bus at the fifteen young faces that fate has brought together in the most bizarre circumstances. He touched the necklace round his neck and offered a silent prayer.

The mumbling guy woke up sometime around 1a.m. Everybody in the bus was fast asleep with some of the guys snoring loudly. For a few moment, he did not know why he woke up. Then it clicked on him that few minutes ago he had a dream that he was about to take a lick. If he had urinated in his dream that would have turned out to be an unwelcome embarrassment in actual reality and so with calculated steps he found his way to the door. Slowly he opened the door and saunter to the other side of the road to take a lick. The night breeze brushed against his smooth skin and he felt a certain joy and calmness wash over him. He unzipped his trouser and set to wet the parched earth. The bush in front of him had tall trees that stood like hungry ghosts in the dark color of the night.
The nightingales were singing as the frogs harmonized their strange songs with their croaking. Two pair of bright eyes were looking at him from two of the trees directly in front of him. He looked again. No. They were six bright eyes and not two. What he was looking at was almost as tall as a human being but with six eyes. Now it was advancing menacingly. The mumbling guy looked back at the bus. He wanted to scream ‘devil’ but his mouth seemed tied. Twenty one seconds. He wanted to run but his legs refused his instructions. Fourteen seconds. He stood transfixed at the appearance before him. Seven seconds. The figure from such a long distance pounced on him with such demonic alacrity that everything went as in a flash. The gate of his mouth was finally opened so he screamed. That was exactly three milliseconds before the figure started to chew his head.

Is the devil about to eat the other passengers? Find out next week!


                                                                     BY UMUKORO ISAAC


Wura is an inquisitive and outspoken young lady who is definitely not your average, regular girl. She is a writer who likes to have fun. This is her personal space, her canvas and most interestingly, her gossip place. She's your everyday gist partner.

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