Based on my promise to Mother Maggie, I law low and tried to behave like a normal two years old baby. Yet still, living a normal life seemed impossible for an adult that is trapped in a baby's body. After my night on top of the water reservoir, most of the nuns who heard my story ignored me, and I was left alone most of the time.To be candid, I love my loneliness, and I sometimes summoned my only friend for chitchat. As far as I was made to believe, some souls were turned into light and automated voices, and they must monitor us and then inform us of our tasks. The systems were unfortunate souls like us, trapped in the air, and will remain messengers to the supreme beings. The system attached to me was the soul of a formal dictator of an African state, and he had been serving as a mediator between the heavenly being and their unfortunate specimen for thousands of years.And because I am in a lively mood today, I eat my meal earlier and hurried out of sight. And I was laying under
Betty didn't exaggerate, Mac-Bernard produce the tastiest roasted chicken in the world. Soft and succulent, the meats from the chicken had filled my stomach, and all I need to be contented is a cup of cold water.After peeping from my hideout, I stepped out of the grassland and walked towards our hall. And I was still glowing from the pleasure of the delicious chicken when I saw Betty and Agatha arguing at the back of a tree nearby.'Oh my gosh! What's the way out?' I asked myself, turned left and increase my stride."Hey. Jasmine, cover here," Betty cried out."Is he running away?" Agatha asked."A moment, Betty. I am thirsty and need a cup of cold water.""Damn you, Jasmine. Come here now before I lose my attitude.""I need to drink some -.""You are not taking any steps, except towards us," Betty cried out."Okay... Okay. No need to yell!""There is always a need to yell when someone sends you to give me some money and you decide to keep them for yourself."Betty and Agatha stood w
My nose caught the aroma of roasted chicken as I stepped into Mother Maggie's compartment, and without being told, I knew that a bowl of chicken is my birthday gift. "Come here, Darling... Yes-. Let me put you on the chair." For the first time since I can remember, I feel sad at the sight of the bowl of roasted chickens, and coming from my favourite company seemed not to lessen my melancholy mood. "Tea or coffee?" "Cup of tea, with lots of sugar and milk." "Did you know that too much sugar is not good for a male child?" Mother Maggie asked. She filled a cup to the brim with tea from the pewter on the table, add four cubes of sugar and lots of powdered milk, and her face twinkled with excitement as she placed the tea on the table between us. My eyes darted around for a sealed package, and Mother Maggie followed my gaze and sighed. "I learned that you love roasted chicken, and that is why I bought a bowl for you. It contains twelve pieces of chicken wings, onions and lots of pep
After my encounter with Betty and the three Musketeers, I wobbled towards my cot, climbed the steps and laid down on the soft mattress. Since my stomach is still filled with roasted chicken, I didn't bother to ask for my dinner. Who needs grubs when my stomach is filled with toasted meat?'Let then give that to some hungry kids,' I murmured to myself, close my eyes and was lost in thought.Whenever I am alone, I am always bedevilled in my mind with the memory of my past life. At last, I wish I had acted otherwise. Perhaps, if I had been a little bit kind, more loving, extra-religious, and less glamorous. Maybe I wouldn't have ended up in this pitiable condition. As a celebrity, I had spent an active life, devoid of time for frivolity, and never bother about my spiritual life. I don't believe in giving to the needy, have no pity towards my fellow human, and see anyone poor as a lazy fellow. 'The world is filled with different opportunities to make money, so if you aren't making it
My experience in my previous life made me realise that only trained and hardened criminals will be able to look into your eyes, even when they are lying. And the inability of Agatha to look me in the eyes the following day made me realise that she had also betrayed me.After long hours of avoiding me, I caught her chatting with Alicia and Betty, walked closer to her and mumbled, "hi, Agatha. Can we have a private chat?""Em... As you can see, I am busy with my colleagues. Maybe you should come back or say it out loud.""That's not the best way to treat a friend. Especially a best friend. But never mind, just tell me if you hear from Paul or not.""I didn't hear from him," Agatha let out. "Are you sure?" I asked back. "My mind tells me that you have already collected the chickens and eaten them... That's a cruel way to treat a pal."Before Agatha respond, Betty stepped closer to me and asked, "who is your pal?.. Agatha? Oh no, Jasmine. She is just using you like the rest of us.""Sto
Agatha didn't bring me more chicken as she promised. Rather, she keeps avoiding me. Since I don't care, I ignored her and the rest of the nuns, spend my days on the grassland, and never bothered to make a friend with any of the orphans. After what seemed like weeks of living a lonely life, I eat my grub which keeps reducing as I grow older, took some glass of juice, stepped out of the orphanage hall, and then walked toward my sanctuary. "Hey, come here, Ugly face," one of the bullies of the orphanage shouted at me and then waves his hand as a sign for me to walk close to them. Since I am not in the mood for chit-chat. I ignored them, hissed and change the direction of my movement. A moment later, the three of them raced closer and stood in my front. "Johnny. I don't have the time for your pranks this morning, please excuse me.""Stay there, Ugly-face. We have some questions to ask you," Benny announced. "What questions?""Where did you see the chickens, sweet and biscuit that we
"We heard you get adopted, and the driver of your new family is on the way to pick you up.""Oh, What a lucky baby!""Hey, Alicia. Did you hear that his foster parents were rich and influential?""Geez! How lucky you are, Jasmine.""Let him breathe. All of you are now acting like his friend because of his good fortune.""Enough, Betty. We all know you are his greatest adversary."I watched as the nuns fussed over me, smiled when they all struggled to dress me up, and then sighed when Betty carried me like a crate of eggs, hurried out of our washroom, and caresses me as she walked towards Mother Maggie's section of the villa. "Put me down and let me work with my legs. Why are you treating me like fragile materials?"Betty ignored my pleading, and with her free hand, she jerked Mother Maggie's office door open and stepped inside. "Here he is, Mother. Don't he look cute?""He sure did. You can seat down, Betty," Mothed Maggie mumbled. She stretched her hand towards a young, good-lookin
'Boom.' 'Where am I?' The room was painted white, the roof made with a white POP, and the floor perfected with impeccable white tiles. And when I caught sight of the white bed cover, white duvet, and my white nightgown, I burst into tears. 'Where am I?' Despite achieving my task, the system had betrayed me, and now I am dead and back in heaven. 'Of course, that is the only reasonable explanation -. But wait, how did I die?' I hopped down from the bed, walked towards a white-framed standing mirror, and then gawked at the image standing in my front. 'Oh my gosh! I am not dead." From my experience during my time in the gathering of the dead and purgatory, I discovered that the soul of a human doesn't possess a human shape, but looks like a ball of light. Luckily for me, the image before I possessed an oblong shape head, big golden eyeballs and a weird-shaped mouth. 'If I am not dead, then where am I?' I frown, put my right folded palm on my chin and look lost in thought. 'I w