Episode 4

It was on my funeral that It became obvious that I died because my pictures were everywhere and
My parents, my friends and relatives were all in tears. The confusion in my Children’s face broke my heart.

Few months after, I found Peter doing all I always complained that he wasn’t doing. He became a devoted single father to our children. He cooked them good meal every day, prepared them for school. Upon his busy schedule, he still brings fresh flowers to my grave. He had apologized a thousand times for everything he had done wrong and he promised he will never be with another woman for the rest of his life.

“I’m going to spend my whole life, taking care of our children, Fidelia my love, please forgive me” he pleaded again.
I became very sad, it was obvious that my family needs me and I was so devasted as I wallowed in deep regrets.
“Peter loves me so much but why did we drift apart if we love each other so much?” I thought in tears

“Because you stopped being friends with each other, he became bored and he began to lust after another woman. You were not giving him a chance to explain, you were always judging and complaining. Your marriage became like a difficult chore because you were always bugging him on what to do and what not to do, you began to sound like his mother and not like his childhood friend and sweetheart” Little Peter replied at once and I listened speechlessly.

Everyday, I noticed how lonely Peter was becoming without me and how he needed a friend. Every night I visited him in his dream and he was always excited to see me in his dream.

Every night Peter dreamt he was alone in bed. Then, I will crawled into bed with him. Peter was so convinced it was real but when he wakes up he will be in tears. Just to make him feel better, Everynight I kept visiting him in his dreams.
At one point, Peter would put my leg over his body. He will reach down to rub his hand up and down my smooth slightly stubbled thigh. I will smile at him but He will just looked at me with a puzzled look on his face. He always wake up from his dreams in tears.

Many times he had asked himself

“How could i feel her leg if this is a dream?” I’ve never had a dream where I could feel and remember texture, but ever since Fidelia died None of this made sense”
but as a ghost I understood everything.

Most times, I reached towards my husband and all his sense of texture will disappear. We will make love and everything will feel so real. Peter’s dream image started to fall apart like a jigsaw puzzle. He always woke up in shock and would say “Oh my god”. He will be breathing really hard. He couldn’t believe how real the dream was. He always had the desire to return to his dreams, where he will see me. To him, it felt like it wasn’t a dream.

Peter really felt like his brain was losing it’s ability to tell the difference between the conscious and the unconscious. And I’m still bothered because Peter was somehow losing his mind.
He always wants to sleep, so he could get to see me.

“If you continue like this, he will go insane and no one will take care of Kate and Alex” Little Peter had told me.
I had to stop coming to my Peter’s dream but still he will take sleeping pills just to go to sleep with the hope of getting to see me again.
When I stopped visiting his dreams, he always woke up in tears still

A year after I died, I noticed Bimpe, My husband’s ex lover, was trying hard to reconnect with my husband.
Peter tried everything to avoid her but I guess my death made things easier for Bimpe.

No doubt Peter needed a friend and ever since I stopped coming to his dreams. He was always lonely and in deep thought..
And gradually Bimpe began to seduce Peter, she had invited her over to her house and she had promised to give him nothing but unforgettable pleasure. But Peter kept declining.

But one-day, I was surprised to see my children sit by themselves as they were waiting patiently for their father.
It was almost 7:30 pm and my children were yet to have dinner. I forgot that was gone as I walked into the kitchen to make dinner for my children but I noticed I couldn’t touch anything, everything in the kitchen including the pot were like a shadow.
I was so angry that I let myself die like that when I had two beautiful children to look out for.

In anger I walked away in search of Peter, my sweetheart, Little Peter came to me. And I had no choice to ask him where my husband was.
“I’m sorry, I can’t tell you because I don’t want to break your heart” Little Peter said.

I left little Peter and I walked away, I searched everywhere for my husband but when I couldn’t sight him anywhere, a strong force pushed me to an unknown place.
It was a little apartment and I wondered why i came there. But when I looked

through the living room window, i was shocked with what I saw, i saw my Peter with another girl, one look I could tell who she was- Bimpe.

“She finally got what she wanted. She finally got my husband, but how could Peter do this to me, he promised to be devoted to our children and to cherish my memories forever” I thought in tears.

” True but you are no more, there’s no connection between the dead and the living” little Peter entered and I got so pissed with his comment.

“Why do you keep following me around, I thought you don’t want to tell me where my husband is, what do you want? Yes I love you when we were children but now I’m not in love with you but

with the grown up Peter but he has changed, he lead me to my death and now he is with his lover when he should be with our children, and they are very hungry, This is so unfair” I said in tears.

“Do you know that you can return to your children and you can get Peter back?” Little Peter entered
“How? Is that even possible because I’m died and buried.” I replied, little Peter could see the unbelief in my eyes.
“Yes you can, I gave you a lovely necklace with a lovely pendant, when you turned 16, can you give it back and I will make this nightmare go away.” Little Peter said calmly

“No way, that’s the symbol of Peter’s love and Its so precious to me” I replied

“More precious than Your children, more precious than Peter, me?” Little Peter asked and I nodded no.
I was now willing to let go of the beautiful necklace and pendant but I have forgotten where I had kept it all these years.

Little Peter consoled me and he told me to listen to big Peter’s conversion with his lover Bimpe before we go.
And I did.

To Be Continued