The bird, it was staring at him again. It was the first thing he had seen as he was about to lock his door. He hissed at the bird standing on the low fence, he wasn't good with species of bird but this one staring at him looked like a vulture or should he call it an owl.
Whatever, he straightened his black tie, he wasn't going to allow a mere bird make him run late for his interview. This was the tenth interview he was attending in three months, he hoped he get a job at the multi billion company.
The bird gave a shrill cry like those cry evil bird in old Nollywood movies make, those kind of Patience Ozokwor movies.
Didn't Philip told him his pastor had bound and casted and the bird will never come back?
It had started when he had come to Lagos to write jamb and whenever something good was coming his way and that bird comes visiting, disappointments and setbacks were bound to happen.
He had told his mother about it and the way she described the exact bird made him to wonder if the bird had visited her also. She had warned him not to ever k!ll the 'innocent ' bird.
He remembered how he was sacked just two days after resuming work or was it the day he was asked to bring his credentials and a mystèrious fir had set his room alone ablàze out of eight rooms in the compound.
Angríly, he picked up a huge stone, aim and with all his power he flung it at the bird, he picked two more and then went in brought out a little kerosene and a box of matches and set out ablazè.
At 8o'clock he received five phone calls, four from different companies which he had submitted his C. V three years ago begging him to resume the next day which left him confúsed and amazed and one from the village, his aged mother was found in her bed that morning, dèad and bàdly búrnt.
©DiDi O.
The Bird