Sighing the cross, they prayed  “In the Name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.” 



“May the Lord renew your heart, helping you confess your sins with true sorrow.”

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been six days since my last confession.”

“I have caused the death of  five people just in this region: one through a car crash, another had a heart attack while shaving. It’s not clear how the others died, but I know it’s linked to me.

“Thirty six people relapsed into depression, when they noticed my presence. Children weep at the mere thought of my arrival and this really breaks my heart.The only ones who seem happy to see me are divorce lawyers and bar tenders, the weekend brings customers in their multitudes and not for peaceful reasons. Father I am ashamed of myself, I do not know what to do."

“My child, how is it that you have caused all this to happen, how are you in many places at once?”

“That is the problem father, I am not there in person most of the time, some of it just happens at the thought of my being there.”

“Then I do not think the blame lies solely at your feet, perhaps it is the thought of their hearts and fear that has snared them my child.”

“I know you are probably right father, but I can’t help how I feel. I want to change my name, I want to be known as Nouday or Nueday: maybe if my name evokes the idea of freshness or a new beginning perhaps people won’t fear so much.”

“I do not think this will help very much as people have become accustomed to the present cycle; the change must come from within.”

“But my current name sounds like mourning or moon, a very sober name especially coming after the Sunny day. A new name might help a little.”

“Then so be it my child, but I must say I fear people will still continue in their belief.”Memories

Published by Chioma Nwafor