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Years ago my friend and I were passing through a bush path when we ran into a graveyard located in the thick dry bush.
My friend halted and looked at the grave. He was the one who called my attention to it.
"Praises, see grave o. See people's graves."
I looked in the direction he was pointing at and found a line of tombs. I counted the tombs and found 16 tombs which meant, there were 16 buried bodies there.
"Collins there are 16 bodies there."
"Yes, and this bodies belong to just one family."
He walked to the Tombs and began to read the names out loud.
"Jessica Ibinayo. Titus Ibinayo 1935 to 1999. Yemide Ibinayo 2007 to 2015."
He turned to me and said.
"Praises, all the names are Ibinayo. They belong to one family. 16 Tombs."
"It should be a family land and the family decided to bury their dead here. Let us go."
He nodded his head brought out his smartphone and stretched towards me.
"Take me a picture first. I have never snapped close to a graveyard before."
"Why should I take you a picture at where a family buried their loved ones? I can't."
"Fear fear. Just take me a picture. I want to keep it. Let me snap at a cemetery. I have always wanted to snap when I see one."
I knew my friend very well. He was a very crazy fellow who loved adventure and loved to explore and try out new things. Even the scariest of things people fear were seen as games and just fun to him.
I stepped back and attempted to walk away.
"If you are not coming I will leave you."
Instantly, he flipped his camera, laughed, and climbed one of the tombs. He made a crying face and took a picture. He sat down made a funny look with his face and brought out his tongue. He stood in front of the tomb, such that he captured himself and the tombs and took pictures.
At this point was tired of waiting for him and began to walk away. When I turned back J saw him running after me and swiping through his phone.
This was why I shared this story.
That night my friend slept and in his dream, he saw himself sitting down with 16 dead people in his room. 10 of these dead persons had old grey hair and rotten skin. Some had torn clothes and were barefooted. Three of the dead persons were children. And three looked young.
My friend told me that he saw himself with a phone, taking a selfie with them in the dream and snapping each of them. He woke up from his dream and discovered he had urinated on his bed and his room had a weird smell.
When he called to tell me I advised him to pray. I told him he had attracted the spirit of the dead towards him. And the sixteen tombs he snapped on his phone, were him taking pictures with spirits. I asked him to delete the pictures and come see me so we could visit the Tombs and make a proper apology to the spirits.
My friend had something to do that day. He told me he was going to the bank first, and after there he would visit his grandmother. He said he was going to come the following day.
That was the last time I saw my friend. He got hit by a car on his way out of the bank, and he died instantly.
His dream came to pass.
He was a part of the family of the dead and had taken pictures with them.
Sometimes our actions or inactions can lead to serious consequences that may cost us our lives or bring us everlasting regret.
Years ago my friend and I were passing through a bush path when we ran into a graveyard located in the thick dry bush.
My friend halted and looked at the grave. He was the one who called my attention to it.
"Praises, see grave o. See people's graves."
I looked in the direction he was pointing at and found a line of tombs. I counted the tombs and found 16 tombs which meant, there were 16 buried bodies there.
"Collins there are 16 bodies there."
"Yes, and this bodies belong to just one family."
He walked to the Tombs and began to read the names out loud.
"Jessica Ibinayo. Titus Ibinayo 1935 to 1999. Yemide Ibinayo 2007 to 2015."
He turned to me and said.
"Praises, all the names are Ibinayo. They belong to one family. 16 Tombs."
"It should be a family land and the family decided to bury their dead here. Let us go."
He nodded his head brought out his smartphone and stretched towards me.
"Take me a picture first. I have never snapped close to a graveyard before."
"Why should I take you a picture at where a family buried their loved ones? I can't."
"Fear fear. Just take me a picture. I want to keep it. Let me snap at a cemetery. I have always wanted to snap when I see one."
I knew my friend very well. He was a very crazy fellow who loved adventure and loved to explore and try out new things. Even the scariest of things people fear were seen as games and just fun to him.
I stepped back and attempted to walk away.
"If you are not coming I will leave you."
Instantly, he flipped his camera, laughed, and climbed one of the tombs. He made a crying face and took a picture. He sat down made a funny look with his face and brought out his tongue. He stood in front of the tomb, such that he captured himself and the tombs and took pictures.
At this point was tired of waiting for him and began to walk away. When I turned back J saw him running after me and swiping through his phone.
This was why I shared this story.
That night my friend slept and in his dream, he saw himself sitting down with 16 dead people in his room. 10 of these dead persons had old grey hair and rotten skin. Some had torn clothes and were barefooted. Three of the dead persons were children. And three looked young.
My friend told me that he saw himself with a phone, taking a selfie with them in the dream and snapping each of them. He woke up from his dream and discovered he had urinated on his bed and his room had a weird smell.
When he called to tell me I advised him to pray. I told him he had attracted the spirit of the dead towards him. And the sixteen tombs he snapped on his phone, were him taking pictures with spirits. I asked him to delete the pictures and come see me so we could visit the Tombs and make a proper apology to the spirits.
My friend had something to do that day. He told me he was going to the bank first, and after there he would visit his grandmother. He said he was going to come the following day.
That was the last time I saw my friend. He got hit by a car on his way out of the bank, and he died instantly.
His dream came to pass.
He was a part of the family of the dead and had taken pictures with them.
Sometimes our actions or inactions can lead to serious consequences that may cost us our lives or bring us everlasting regret.
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Years ago my friend and I were passing through a bush path when we ran into a graveyard located in the thick dry bush.
My friend halted and looked at the grave. He was the one who called my attention to it.
"Praises, see grave o. See people's graves."
I looked in the direction he was pointing at and found a line of tombs. I counted the tombs and found 16 tombs which meant, there were 16 buried bodies there.
"Collins there are 16 bodies there."
"Yes, and this bodies belong to just one family."
He walked to the Tombs and began to read the names out loud.
"Jessica Ibinayo. Titus Ibinayo 1935 to 1999. Yemide Ibinayo 2007 to 2015."
He turned to me and said.
"Praises, all the names are Ibinayo. They belong to one family. 16 Tombs."
"It should be a family land and the family decided to bury their dead here. Let us go."
He nodded his head brought out his smartphone and stretched towards me.
"Take me a picture first. I have never snapped close to a graveyard before."
"Why should I take you a picture at where a family buried their loved ones? I can't."
"Fear fear. Just take me a picture. I want to keep it. Let me snap at a cemetery. I have always wanted to snap when I see one."
I knew my friend very well. He was a very crazy fellow who loved adventure and loved to explore and try out new things. Even the scariest of things people fear were seen as games and just fun to him.
I stepped back and attempted to walk away.
"If you are not coming I will leave you."
Instantly, he flipped his camera, laughed, and climbed one of the tombs. He made a crying face and took a picture. He sat down made a funny look with his face and brought out his tongue. He stood in front of the tomb, such that he captured himself and the tombs and took pictures.
At this point was tired of waiting for him and began to walk away. When I turned back J saw him running after me and swiping through his phone.
This was why I shared this story.
That night my friend slept and in his dream, he saw himself sitting down with 16 dead people in his room. 10 of these dead persons had old grey hair and rotten skin. Some had torn clothes and were barefooted. Three of the dead persons were children. And three looked young.
My friend told me that he saw himself with a phone, taking a selfie with them in the dream and snapping each of them. He woke up from his dream and discovered he had urinated on his bed and his room had a weird smell.
When he called to tell me I advised him to pray. I told him he had attracted the spirit of the dead towards him. And the sixteen tombs he snapped on his phone, were him taking pictures with spirits. I asked him to delete the pictures and come see me so we could visit the Tombs and make a proper apology to the spirits.
My friend had something to do that day. He told me he was going to the bank first, and after there he would visit his grandmother. He said he was going to come the following day.
That was the last time I saw my friend. He got hit by a car on his way out of the bank, and he died instantly.
His dream came to pass.
He was a part of the family of the dead and had taken pictures with them.
Sometimes our actions or inactions can lead to serious consequences that may cost us our lives or bring us everlasting regret.
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