A Stone Is Coming

An unusually cold morning for a Midsummer Day. A day it had been predicted that a giant stone would crush into planet Earth. Many people claimed they didn't believe the prediction. They said it wasn't the first time astronauts had predicted such an occurrence.

Some preachers could be heard on the streets, advising people to repent. The end of the world had come. Others were at open-air bars, drinking and laughing hard at the ludicrous prediction.

On tv, a group of scientists were briefing viewers on the implications of the collision.

A mosque near our house was packed. The day coincided with a Muslim festival. It was hard to tell whether the multitude that had gathered there were drawn by the fear of death or by the fear of Allah.

We as a family confessed to one another and to the Lord all our sins we ever committed and those we never committed. This was the end of everything. We sang and prayed and waited, till sleep came.

Around midday, we heard the shredding of a huge dry leather in the sky, accompanied by sudden torrential rains and a loud, eerie whooshing sound. We felt something was being destroyed, never to be rebuilt again.

Strange thick darkness filled the earth such that if you lit a match stick, you felt the heat but saw no light. It was as if giant fans directly above the earth had been started, blowing chilly winds into the huge crater formed on the earth's forehead.

Masses were wailing. We wondered what was going to happen next.

Suddenly, we heard something. It was hard to tell whether it was the earth breaking into two or something huge that had hit the ground. The earth began tilting uncontrollably. We had the feeling of being in an elevator that was descending.

After hours of madness, the chaos mustered itself and came to a standstill. Slowly, the rains stopped. A mighty orange ball appeared in the sky, slowly picking up its glow. We waited for the orange sun to wake up and brighten our path to our losses.

I woke up with a head drunk with nightmares. "Has the stone arrived?" I asked.

By Benjamin Nambu

From: Ghana

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