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2nd POV Is A Shocker!

I’ve not read many novels written in second pov and I have plans to read more. Today I tried writing in second pov and it felt and sounds arkward. It authomatically makes The reader the main character

Your friend is more than a friend to you. She’s your best friend. Both of you have been together for more than a decade. You have gone to places together, done lots of things together and sacrificed a lot for each other. 

She’s the best friend you have ever known and will probably know. With her by you, you don’t have to worry because she has always got your back.

On fifteenth of October, three days before your birthday, you go to her house just like you used to do.

You knock on the door and she steps outside and closes the door behind her. You gave her a silly smile, because you think she has a special visitor and needs to be left alone, but she says, ‘Look, I don’t want you to come around my house anymore.’ She says this in such a way that you think she’s playing a prank on you. You say, ‘Come on! I understand! I got it. I’ll be on my way.’

‘No, you don’t understand. This is not because I have a special friend around. I don’t want to do this anymore. Period.’ Now she says this with a firm tone you don’t know she possesses. 

Your eyes go wild and your smile makes you uncomfortable. And took two steps to your right and another to your left. You don’t know what you’re doing, you’re trying to make sure you aren’t dreaming.

‘I don’t want to do this anymore. I’m sorry.’

‘Do what? What do you mean?’ You’re not sure it’s a prank anymore. 

‘If you’ll excuse me, I have something important doing inside.’ You have the urge, a strong longing, to follow her inside. And you took a few steps towards the door but she slams it shut, right on your face. You jerked and froze at a spot. It isn’t a dream. It’s happening real. You’ve lost your best friend! And no one can replace her. No one can take her place. Not just that, you’re fond of her. You love her and her family and friends and you’re going to lose her family too because you can’t visit her house anymore.

And the only answer she gives to people when they ask, ‘What did she do wrong?’ she says ‘She has done nothing wrong. It’s just me. I just want to be on my own!’ 

It’s not her. It’s you. You have done something wrong because she allows every other friend access to her house. They may visit, but you’re not.

Now you live, thinking you have done something wrong, and it’s skin deep, something she can’t forgive and something she’s ashamed to talk about.

There’s no smoke without fire.

There’s a reason for all that happens under the sun.

But there nothing you can do to bring her back. She has slept over her decision and knows it is the right decision.

But you find out you can’t do without her. Moments come and pass and you long to share important moments of your life with her. You want to laugh and cry and- you miss her.

Not that your life would be over without her, but you’re tied to her. You’ve made connections. It’s like a part your life has left with her and life will never be the same without her. 

But you need to move on. And you move on. Few months later, you only remember her in passing and you now understand one thing, Some friendships are not meant to be for life. 

Strange Waking

Nina stirred in the dead of the night and felt the sand on her cheek, arms and legs. Her eyes shot open and went wild. She was outside! On the bare ground.

Thick darkness was all around her and the creepy trees swayed their branches and the leaves rustled in the wind behind the fence around the compound.

She could not withstand the cold chill which ran through her when an owl howled. It was a scary night.

‘Not again!’ She muttered, picked herself up and trotted to the door. As usual, the door was locked. She had locked it before going to bed. It’s incredible to think that whatever that was taking her did not need an open door to get outside with her.

Her eyes darted to the fence when dry leaves rustled on the ground behind it before she heard footsteps and saw flashes of a touch light up in the tree. She clutched her breasts in her palm and sighed in relief. It’s a fruit picker checking for dropped ripe mangoes and apples behind her house.

That was not the first time she woke up on the bare ground outside the house after retiring in the bedroom. In fact, it was the fifth time. She tied her spare keys around her waist now so she wouldn’t be locked out.

Nina was a widow who had five children. They had all grown, established and living in the city.

Her predicament started after the funeral of her husband. She was alone eating her dinner one evening when the food in her bow vanished. That was the scariest day of her life.

The shame of telling someone about her predicament was so heavy that her lips were sealed by it. But at a point, she needed to talk about it.

When she told the neighbours and friends what happened, they were horrified.

‘You could be sleepwalking. There are many people like that.’ Her friend said, ‘You know, you can walk in your sleep, without knowing it?’

‘No,’ Nina said, This is more than sleepwalking. The doors remained untouched each time.’

‘Call a man of God to pray for you,’ her closest neighbour said. ‘It’s not ordinary. Something must be wrong somewhere.’

She met a man of God. The day he came, he said it was an evil spirit. He bound and chained the spirit and told her everything was fine again.

But that same night, her dinner did not just disappear, the plates she put the dinner in vanished with it and till this moment, she had not set eyes on them. The next day, slept in her bedroom but found herself on the bare ground outside the compound. From that day on, she found herself outside once a week.

Deep down, she knew her predicament was contending with a powerful spirit which was bent on disgracing her. She needed to be strong in prayer to put it in its proper place. But no amount of personal prayer and fasting could help her.

Nina’s children took her to a prophet. He revealed its the spirit of her husband’s grandfather whose funeral was not conducted.

Nina could not believe it. The man died many years ago and her husband did not talk much about him. Why did he come to her?

‘You must celebrate his funeral or things will continue the way they are.’ The prophet said. ‘Fix a date for his funeral, invite people, serve them food and drinks and play loud music. Make an announcement that his funeral is taking place. This is the only solution.’

‘Can’t you pray and chain his spirit forever? The dead and the living have no business with each other.’ Nina’s son said.

‘The dead should be properly laid to rest or they would wander on earth, seeking for their rights.’

Nina’s son’s laughter echoed in the prophet’s office. He shook his head and said, ‘Man of God, once a man dies, he has no idea of what is happening on earth anymore and has no connection with the world of the living.

Nina did not believe the prophet either. But she wanted to be free. She could do anything to solve her problem.

‘We’ll do it,’ she said. Her son glared at her as if she had gone insane.

Two months later, they did what the prophet said. That brought the end to her strange waking. Up till now, she found the mystery behind life after death hard to explain.

Mystery in itself is beyond man’s understanding.

Still Searching

He fell in love with a song from the late 1970s’, Still Searching by Bongos Ikwue. It was one of his father’s favorites and his mother always swayed to it each time it played. He loved the song so much that he played it after tying the knots, in his car, in the house, in his office and anywhere else he could.

I've been searching for
For true love
And I'm gonna
keep on searching
Till I find.
Nothing good comes easy
Best I know
Gonna keep on searching
Till I find...

For an obvious reason his wife hated this song and wanted him to stop listening to it. She said it’s the worst song for a happily married couple.  

‘This old school, honey reminds me of the good old days. That’s all.’ He said as if present days were bad.

‘Give it up,’ she said, ‘Can’t stand it. Can’t just stand it.’

His brows heaved up and his eyes narrowed when he saw her red eyes. She was certainly reading meanings into why he listened to the song. None of his explanations made her feel better about why he listened to the song. For him it’s about the sound, nothing else. He loves the sound, a lot.

He couldn’t just stop. Not yet. Not ever.

 One day he came home and she was gone. She left him a note; 

I hope you find your true love. If I’m the one, get rid of that song and come get me. You have only twenty four hours starting from now. – Love

He glared at the note. Such a trivial matter! How could she?

But he had to choose between her and his choicest old school song.

He got rid of the entire album and wondered if his father could have done the same for his mum.

Dogs Don’t Care

You own the house, the tenant owns the dog. You have to travel and stay away for quite some time for a reason.

Finally, you decide to go back home and on reaching your house you discover you can’t enter your own house. Your tenants furious dog is right in front of the house about to make your life a living hell and refuse you access to your house. It begins to growl and bark.

Your tenant is not around to make the dog behave. You have to hasten outside the gate and have to stick outside the gate to wait for your tenant to come back.

Your tenant comes back and takes the dog away. You look at it, it growls at you showing its wicked eyes and teeth.

The next day you step into your compound, about to go out, and the dog on seeing you, makes at you. Your tenant has gone out again leaving you and the dog. The tenant forgets to put his dog in the cage.

With desperate effort to prevent a fatal attack on you, you drop your briefcase and run.

The dog grabs your briefcase and keeps watch over it. Your phone is in it. No means to call your tenant to come to retrieve your briefcase.

You’re angry and have plans to disallow the dog in your compound. The dog looks at you again and growls and barks. It lunches an attack, you run to the gate, the only option you have. On reaching it, you discover it has been locked, your tenant has locked it from the outside forgetting you’re still in the house.

The dog rushes closer, nothing to do but climb the wall and that’s what you have to do.

A passer-by sees you jumping the fence, alerts other passers-by and they chase you to catch you. You know that thieves stand a good chance of being stoned to death in the area.

You run and run until you meet one of your neighbours who stands to explain who you are. But you are no where to be found.

When you later come back you have to send your tenant and dog packing.


Staying away for too long can make you a stranger in your own home.

Chase your dream but always know the road that will lead you home again.

Saving The Late

She glided across the sea to Lily. But, the further she swam, the farther she appeared. As her strength began to wane, she felt a hand around her trunk, pulling her away.

She felt the darting spasm from within her heart as her little girl kept calling. “Mommy! Mommy!!” Her voice shrilling and desperate.

She opposed the pull feebly before yielding. Her tears dropped and mingled with the vast blue sea.

As Mark dropped her by the shore and panted, she sobbed. He took her further away from the sea and stood to look at her messed up frame.

“I couldn’t rescue her again. It’s all your fault. Why do you hate her so much to watch her drown?She asked him as the sharp pain lingered, this time piercing through her heart to her very soul.

“Can’t believe we’re doing this again,” Mark said. It’s obvious he’s fed up.

“I saw her again. Believe me. I saw her, a few minutes ago. She wore the same….” She paused to look at him. “You don’t believe me? You don’t believe me, right? Do you think I’m hallucinating? As usual? You think I’m still being delusional?”

“Honey, she’s no more. Lily isn’t out there. She’s resting now. I don’t want to lose you too. Please stop this.”

“No. No. No. Don’t say that ever again. She didn’t….. She’s alive.” she sobbed

“I know she’s living in heaven. We’ll definitely meet her again someday. But for now, please, live. I need you.”

“No. Not heaven. I didn’t mean heaven. I meant she’s somewhere in the sea, calling for help. Help me save her. That’s not too much to ask.”

“She’d gone since thirteen months for heaven’s sake. For how long are we going to go over this? When will you stop? I’m getting tired of keeping you away from drowning each day.”

“All I need from you right now is to believe me when I say she’s alive,”

Tears rose to his eyes and he sat down on the beach close to her, helpless.

Lily was four at the time. Full of life, very cute and smart – their pride.


It happened the day a friend invited them out for a beach picnic. After eating, they all chatted and played. Lily was building a sand castle close to where they were. Mark was supposed to keep an eye on her. Grace had always trusted him so much because he was always careful whenever they were out at the beach.

Somehow they all got carried away and within a few minutes, Lily was missing. They searched and searched until her body was found floating on the sea.

They were all devastated by the terrible occurrence and the family and friends mourned for her.

A month after Lily’s burial, everything had gone back to normal and everything was going well until Grace woke up one midnight and asked him for the car keys.

Unconsciously he showed her where it was but somehow looked at the alarm clock on the side table.

It was 1:47 am.

He jumped up to his feet by intuition before she could drive away. She was too fast but he was fortunate enough to get his smart frame into the car.

She drove. Very fast.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“I need to save her.” She said speeding up the more.

“Save who?” He shouted in confusion. He was very nervous and yet to understand what was happening.

“Lily,” she said and he looked at her, even more confused. She looked like hell.

At the sea, Grace stepped out of the car before he could unlock his jammed door. She had already jumped into the cold water swimming across by the time he stepped out, her voice echoed as she assured Lily she would soon save her.

He swam fast and caught her by her trunk and dragged her out of the water. She blamed him vehemently for stopping her.

It pained him to think that Grace had lost it. But that’s just the fact.


“There she is again.” she got up. “Can you see her? She’s calling! Do something honey! Please do something to help her. Save her. Save my baby. Save my ba…” she screamed.

He struggled with her to stop her from running into the sea again but she was too strong like some enormous force was behind her, she swam, deeper, he followed.

She disappeared into the sea before he could reach her. He waited as he scanned the vast sea.

Mark saw her struggling for life and swam fast to rescued her. At the shore, he put her in the car and drove straight to psychiatric hospital.

It was 5;15 am when they arrived at the hospital.


“Go save Lily! Go save my daughter. She’s calling. I dont want to ever see you again until you bring her to me.” she would always sob and scream at him completely overcome by hysteria each time he visited her.

“What do I do doctor?” he asked the doctor one day when it seemed like she was not improving.

“Nothing. Let’s wait and hope she gets well. I believe she’ll be fine.” The doctor said as they both watched her through a secret see-through.

“Is there any place in this world where there are no water bodies?” Mark asked, absent minded.

The doctor kept quite but thoughtful.

“I would like to take her there, away from the sea when she gets well.”