Yesterday, I was
on my way to dreamland. I was exhausted but with a smile on my face, I walked
briskly so that I could catch the bus to dreamland because I couldn't risk
walking on foot since I was exhausted. Whilst on my way to the bus station, I
bumped into a man. The whole place was dark and he was also in black attire so
I could hardly see he was coming.
I apologized for
bumping into him but he responded, “No problem actually, I was on my way to see
you”. At that instant, I puzzled over this stranger’s comments so I asked for
his name but he replied, “I will discuss my mission with you if you return to
your house”. Painfully, I sacrificed my desire of going to dreamland for the
message this tall stranger has for me.
When we got
home, the lights suddenly went off. I offered him a glass of water but he
declined. I proceeded to ask his name and the purpose of his visit, even before
I could speak the lights came back but started blinking like a siren and went
off. Two minutes later, the lights were back but with low current which if I
had not switched off my electrical appliances it would have been destroyed by
the low current.
I tried to have
a look at my visitor’s face but all I could see was darkness. Two minutes
later, the lights finally went off and there was total darkness. Just then did
my visitor start talking. As he spoke I could only hear a voice but couldn't
see his face. He told me he was the cause of what was happening to my light.
That comment even confused me so I asked him, “What makes you think that”? He
replied, “I have a proclivity for turning lights on and off and also disrupting
power supply because my name is Mr Dumso”. “Why do you act like that, you make
life expensive and uncomfortable”? I asked. He responded, “There is a conflict
between my Great Grand Father, my Grand Father and my Father. There seems to be
no solution to this conflict even my Great Grand Father whom we all look up to
cannot resolve his conflict. My Abusua Panin is befuddled by all the stories
the parties involved in the conflict have been telling him. He’s clueless.
Therefore, my brothers and I have become pawns in their hands and thus they
treat us anyhow. Sometimes, we are starved, abused and stereotyped. My brothers
have fallen sick recently and I’m left to my fate”.
Hmmmmmm was what
I could say Mr. Dumso finished his speaking. I asked him what I could do to
help and he responded, “I need a place to live, I need someone who would treat
me like a human being”. After pondering over Mr Dumso’s request, I decided to
allow him stay in my house. Just then, the lights came back and I had to go and
switch my electrical appliances on. After, I returned to the hall to
communicate my decision to the visitor but to my shock, Mr Dumso was no longer
available, he was gone and had left a note. Just then the lights went off
again. I picked the note and it read, “I have to go but I would be visiting you
every night when the lights go off”.
