THE MYSTERY OF THE BLACK CAT
A typical Nigerian man arrived in London and could not believe his luck. He was lucky to get a very small apartment in a densely populated area and he settled down to life, trying to adjust to his new environment.
Then one night……….
He went to ease himself and returned back to his bed. He was horrified at what he saw and he yelled hysterically
‘Yeh! I am finished. This people are wicked. I thought I had escaped from their evil actions. They have followed me here again.’
He continued to lament as he gazed, petrified at his bed.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and he stiffened. ‘Have they also come in person to finish him off?’ He wondered. The knock came louder and he forced himself to speak.
‘Who is that?’ He asked, his teeth clattering in fear.
‘It’s me your neighbour, Derek.’
‘Thank God.’ He said, relief flooding his voice. ‘Is there a problem?’
‘Yes. I believe you have something that belongs to me in your room.’
The naija man flung open the door before his neighbour could say another word.
‘Is that yours? He asked angrily. ‘So you are the one who brought the witch to torment me?’
‘Witch?’ Derek asked, looking shocked. At once, the black cat which had curled up on the bed jumped at Derek and he stroked it as it purred contentedly. The Naija man watched the little display with disgust clearly etched on his face.
‘Is this the witch?’ Derek asked with a condescending look. ‘My cat crawled in through your window and I came in to retrieve it. To me it is a pe, while to you it’s a witch. So much for perception. I am glad I found my cat. Have a nice evening.’
The door closed behind him and our Naija brother went to check the window. And truly, it was open. He shut it quickly and went to lie on his bed, sighing with relief.
He was happy he had solved the mystery of the black cat.