THE DAY I DIED AND NOBODY INFORMED ME 💀

A Dead Man's Morning Have you ever woken up one morning and realised that something was wrong, but you couldn't figure out what it was? No? Well, I have And the most annoying part is that I was the last person to find out Let me explain It was a Tuesday morning. I woke up around 7:15 a.m., stretched my body, picked up my phone, and checked the time Three missed calls from my mother Five missed calls from my best friend Seven missed calls from an unknown number And 46 WhatsApp messages I stared at my phone Who died? 😭 I hadn't even brushed my teeth, and people were already holding a conference in my notification bar I ignored the messages and went outside to buy bread That was when the first strange thing happened My neighbour, Mama Chinedu, was standing in front of her house Normally, this woman could see you carrying a bag of rice and still ask you to help her lift a bucket of water But that morning, the moment she saw me, she froze Her eyes widened She covered her mouth Then she whispered, "Jesus!" I stopped walking "Mama, good morning o." She didn't answer Instead, tears began rolling down her cheeks I looked behind me Nobody I looked to my left A wall I looked to my right Another wall I turned back to face her "Mama, abeg, who died?" She shook her head slowly "My son..." I swallowed "Yes, Mama?" "May your soul rest in peace" I nearly removed my slippers and used them to reset her brain "MAMA! I'M STANDING IN FRONT OF YOU!" She screamed I screamed A small boy passing by dropped his bread and ran At that point, I decided that whatever was happening in that compound was beyond my salary I continued to the shop When I got there, the shopkeeper looked at me, sighed deeply, and handed me a loaf of bread "Take it." I checked my pocket How much? Nothing. I stared at him "Uncle, I said how much?" He wiped his face with his shirt "My brother, please. Let me do this little thing for you." I looked at the bread Then at him Then at the bread again In Nigeria, even when you owe someone ₦50, they can remember it during prayer And this man was giving me free bread without an explanation? Something was seriously wrong I collected the bread Not because I understood the situation, but because I was confused, not foolish As I turned to leave, I heard him whisper to another customer "Poor young man. He doesn't even know." I stopped I turned around Know WHAT? Both men suddenly became interested in a packet of biscuits I left the shop with my free bread and a mind full of questions On my way home, I met my best friend, Tunde The same Tunde who once borrowed my ₦2,000 and spent three months avoiding my calls The same Tunde who could see me approaching from a distance and suddenly develop an urgent interest in the sky But that morning, he saw me and started running "TUNDE!" He ran faster "TUNDE, WAIT!" He increased his speed I chased him for a few seconds before my body reminded me that I wasn't training for the Olympics Finally, he stopped He turned around, breathing heavily I pointed at him "Guy, wetin happen? Why everybody dey behave like say I get disease?" Tunde stared at me His lips trembled Then he said something that made the free bread in my hand feel like the least of my problems Guy... you mean you don't know? "Know wetin?" He brought out his phone Opened Facebook Searched for something Then he turned the screen towards me And there, in bold letters, was a post from MY OWN FACEBOOK ACCOUNT The post had been published at exactly 2:03 a.m It read IT IS WITH A HEAVY HEART THAT I ANNOUNCE MY OWN PASSING. I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU ALL. PLEASE FORGIVE ME FOR EVERYTHING. REST IN PEACE TO ME. Below the post were 3,847 comments I read it once Twice Three times Then I checked the profile picture My face I checked the name My name I checked the account My account I looked at Tunde He looked at me I looked at the phone again Then I asked the only reasonable question my brain could produce "Tunde..." "Guy?" "WHO POSTED THIS THING?" He swallowed "Your account, na" I grabbed his shirt MY ACCOUNT IS NOT A HUMAN BEING! WHO HELD THE PHONE? He didn't answer I snatched the phone and scrolled through the comments People were already mourning me Someone wrote, "You left us too soon, brother" Another person wrote, "You were such a kind soul" One aunty I had never met in my life commented, "Sleep well, my son." Sleep well? I was standing outside under the hot Nigerian sun, sweating like a student who had just remembered an assignment was due that morning Then I saw a comment from someone I knew My own younger brother "Rest well, big bro. I'll take good care of your belongings. ❤️" I stopped scrolling My brother? MY OWN BROTHER? I immediately called him He picked up on the first ring "Hello, bro." I took a deep breath "Where are you?" "At home" "Good. Don't touch anything in my room" Silence Then he asked "Wait..." His voice dropped "Bro, is that you?" I closed my eyes "NO, NA MY GHOST! WHO ELSE YOU EXPECT?" He screamed and ended the call I stared at my phone for five full seconds Then I opened my Facebook account and typed "EVERYBODY CALM DOWN. I AM ALIVE." Before I could post it, a new notification appeared Someone had tagged me in another post The caption read: "THE FINAL MOMENTS OF OUR DEARLY DEPARTED BROTHER. MAY HIS SOUL REST IN PEACE." I tapped the video And what I saw made my entire body go cold Because the person in that video... Looked exactly like me And I knew for a fact that I had never recorded it TO BE CONTINUED...

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