I had woken into a dream, I couldn't tell with certainty but it appeared real. I saw my wife - young and desirable, an epitome of beauty, I must say. She was, indeed, that woman in her prime. With a slender, dark body. The woman after my heart that I'd come to have. She was saying something I couldn't make sense out of, with her smile of a thousand love plastered on her face. She was speaking the burden in my bereaved heart away. I felt light and so free and unworried. The power of a woman's love.

And just then, everything was in shambles. "What is happening?" I couldn't breath the words out but, I was asking. Suddenly, the whole earth undulated like there was a tsunami. Whatever it was, I couldn't make sense out of it. I looked up to my wife and saw her still wearing the smile, contrary to what I'd anticipated. It doesn't make any sense. She is to be whelmed with fear and be panicky but, here she is, calm and subtle as the sea when it is in sanity's bounds. Chaotic, it is, all around and I'd undoubtably run into any shelter if available and here is my wife, smiling unperturbably and unengaged.

Captured by the inexplicable smiling and calmness of my wife in the tense situation in progress, I was again woken by the groans and grumbles of the earth. "Oh! Is it even an earthquake?" I mused. Right there and then, the earth split and all around was water. I couldn't apprehend the kind of world I was. I once again looked up to my wife, expecting her to be a puppet to the moment's terror, I was again disappointed. She was bland. It was more like she had turned to an ever-smiling sculpture. I just hoped it all evanesce if I close my eyes and open them. The next thing I felt, was the earth beneath me moving. I opened my eyes, all to realize that, I had been estranged from my wife.

"Julie!" I cried out with a quavering voice while holding out my hand to her. I went into a trance.

I had woken, again, to a world of wailings, screams, pleas, and terror. I wasn't sure how many 'wokening' I had made so far and which was worth awarding credence. It took me a while before I incorporated what is happening and what happened in my believed-dream to taste reality.

Amidst the cries and pleas I had woken to, "this is the real one. The other was the dream," I said in the inaudible mouth of my mind. I then started to wonder what was happening before I recalled what had happened and where we are. A total recall. I had woken to the deep mess we were in.

We have been afloat in the ocean for the passed fifteen hours, with an empty drum as our buoy. We were four patched to the drum. Holding onto it with all of our might. It was the only reason we were still living beings, somehow.

With me in the bleak situation was my friend and clansman, Bunu and his wife, Alice, and a beautiful young lady in her early twenties, Adibo, whom I had been lusting after sometime ago. I could not tell how she had also come to board the same boat with me but, according to how I believe things, it was programmed long ago before now that we shall be afloat in the ocean in this manner.

I was oblivious to what was happening and why the pleas and wailings until I saw. We are headed out to the open ocean from the gulf. And that spelt doom.

Copyright ©
2015

By

Daniel Brown Eyene Endurance
(EnduranceDan)

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