MAGIC MIRROR (STORY 1)

Abigail left others and went to the school garden in the loneliness of the cooled morning. She cleared the brownish dead leaves and sat under a huge iroko tree. Her legs were stretched forward and her bird like eyes fixed on the shiny radiating object that lay on the field. Meanwhile her arm was not left idle as she was picking pebbles and throwing them at the shiny object. She was highly distressed of the troubles at home; “mum and dad wouldn’t let me be,” she thought, “must I be like Dumabi, I have to be who God created me to become. That I am not as intelligent as her does not make me a failure. After all I am not to be blamed rather God is to be blamed for creating me a dullard.”

Immediately following her decision to blame God, she heard a voice calling her, “Who called my name,” she said terrified.

Looking towards the shiny object on the field it radiates into her eyes and got her enchanted. She walks towards the object. When she got closer to it, she couldn’t reach out to get it but rather busy admiring the beautiful mirror.

The mirror could speak as it spoke surprisingly to Abigail, saying, “pick me up,” she was reluctant, confused and afraid but couldn’t run away because she was under the control of a spell. “Pick me up,” the mirror sounded more aggressive and Abigail was compelled to stretch out her trembling arms towards it.

Amazingly as her left arm came in contact with the magic object, she disappeared into the magic mirror and reappeared in the midst of four women dressed in yellow gown with design like that of snake skin. They were laughing uncontrollably and continuously which lasted for about thirty minutes. The damsel was startled and highly afraid, she couldn’t explain where she was, how she arrived where she was, who the fearful looking women were and the reason behind their unmannered amusement.

The look of the surrounding shimmers because of the numerous radiating mirrors that hung all over. Red fabric was used to form a triangular shape on the visible wall.

“Listen, young damsel,” said with an abrupt meanness, leaving Abigail distracted and shocked who had lost in deep thought. 

“”We are the daughters of the magic mirror. We welcome you in our midst,” concluded the first woman.

“Yes, you don’t have to be afraid; we are not going to harm you. Listen we are going to offer you help,” added the second women.

“Help?” Abigail snapped.

“Yes help. We can make you happy,” explained the third woman.

“I want to know how? Please who told you I needed any help? I don’t even know where I am now. Please let me go,” said Abigail trembling.

“You want to know how?”

“Yes,” she replied.

“You also want to know how we knew you needed help.”

“Yes ma!”

“And finally, you want to go back home,” continued the leader of the women.

“Yes! Yes!! I want to go back home,” she retorted very sharply.

 “Your demands will be granted right away,” she stated.

“Look up here,” she said pointing a wooden staff to particular mirror and immediately all the bitter experiences Abigail went through unfolded before her on the big mirror including the insults she had received from her fellow students for very poor performances in class work. She was also reminded of the painful punishment giving to her by her mathematics teacher due to an obvious disobedience.

“Please help me, I want to be intelligent and I don’t want to stress myself reading my books,”

“Is that all you want? What of that stupid uncle that flogged you as if you are an animal and your wicked classmate’s laughs at you always,” they inquired.

“I will want to teach the mathematics uncle a lesson of his life never to flog any student in his entire life. Can you help me achieve this?”

“Yes of course,” they affirmed and laughed loudly in a manner that made Abigail thought they are insane.  

“Thank you? She appreciated and made rapid move forward and asked: “But how?”

“Listen we shall give you an extra ordinary power to carry out your missions as you had wished provided you will accept to hand over your soul to us,” they said looking at Abigail directly at the eyes.

Abigail was biased and against the condition they offered her. One of the women stood up and said very angrily: “Don’t dear waste our time, you have two options you could either accept the condition and be allowed to go back home or loss your life.”

“Okay! Okay!! I have accepted”

The story continues in three days time. CHECK HERE….    

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