The same night. it was around midnight already. 12:05am. I was walking my girl to her hostel. I was on my way back, past the chapel, on the main road. In the path I trod. She was moaning, groaning, and howling, again. Mystery girl. The kneeling silhouette. She had made it back to school before we did. Back to her little chaotic corner. She was in a gown. A black skimpy gown. She had a scarf on.
I was taken aback. I know no sinner with such impunity, and terrific character switch. But a bloody sinner that I was, I judged not.
Yet the more, she moaned, and howled and groaned. Her cries got to me. I wondered what god she cried to, who would be so cruel, so deaf, as to not be touched, and grant her plea instantly.
For the several days that followed, I strolled past, deliberately. With a girl , a guy, or all by myself. It became a compelling must. I must take that stroll, through that main road by the prayer ground. It was the path I must tread. To try catch a glimpse of the kneeling silhouette, of the mysterious girl. But she was there no more. Night after night.
I looked out for her at the faculty, she was nowhere to be found. I became worried. Asked around. Didn’t even know her name. Mysterious, innit?
But, more mysterious was that on my way back, I would start making quick stops at the prayer ground myself, night after night. I felt out of place. Did nothing but stare blankly around, watching the many convulsing shadows in praying frenzy, looking out for the mysterious girl.
Much more mysterious was the mysterious hand of fate. Twisted fate. That made me, on one of such nights, a fateful night, to sink on my knees, at that very spot, Of the kneeling silhouette, of the mysterious girl. And I said my first prayers ever. And her spot became my spot. Knees kissing dust, head bowed. I groaned, I moaned and howled, night after night. Till I found solace. Till I found Grace. So that I walked the main road to the prayer ground, to her spot, many more times. And my path, I trod no more.
The news filtered through campus, spread like cancer metastasis. It was everywhere. A student in the faculty of social sciences had drowned in a pool, at a house party. Further information emerged she was some girl in Economics. A girl who minds her business, and talks to no one.
My heart leaped to my mouth, as I ran to the faculty’s giant information board. I was told her picture was there. And yeah, there it was. My worst fears confirmed. She was the one. Her picture was there. The mysterious girl. Mysterious Nancy. She’s got a name. Her name is Nancy. Nancy’s her name. Nancy is… dead.
(to be continued..)
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