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Immediately, the drop of rain dropped to the ground of Kabba; Bola already believed that it would be a very different day. You can tell that the rain was not just about the water dropping alone, it comes with a voice, a whisper that only Bola can hear clearly. 


Bola was just 15 years old, but she always noticed something that others might be missing. Her mother is dead and so she stayed with her grandmother in a little house in the town.


In the whole town of Kabba, everyone knew Bola. Everyone knows that Bola was a different child, not in a negative way, but the fact that she can see things far ahead of what others are not seeing. 


But that fateful day, her fear begins to build when she hears the voice and whisper. 


That particular day, it happens to be the first rain of the year. Everywhere was looking so frightening and even the rain was dropping with so much thunder. The rain was falling heavily when she heard her name. Someone was calling her behind.



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"Bola!!!"


She turned to see who was calling her. 


It was not her mother because her mother was inside the house at 


Everywhere was actually quiet. Even that particular night, the same voice came again, but this time, it was very close to her closet. She found it hard to sleep all through the day as she was keeping watch. Probably someone might enter her room. 

"Bola!!!"

This time again, the same voice that called her earlier called her name again. Her heart begins to beat very fast. 

The voice was frightening because it actually sounded as if it was someone's voice she knew. But the question was who was calling her?


After that day in which the rain fell, every night, the voice will always come, and the whisper will always return. 


She tried to open up to her grandmother about the strange voice but at the same time, she was afraid. Well, she eventually opened up to her mother.

"Bola, it is nothing big, it is because you think too much. It is your mind playing with your thoughts, my daughter " That was the response her grandmother gave to her when she opened up. 


But deep within Bola, she knew it was not her mind. She can hear that whisper clearly every blessed day. 



There was this particular day in the community, it was the rain festival held every year in the town of Kabba. 


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People were dancing and celebrating at the central stage of the town. Bola sat behind the crowd, thinking about the coming rain because the cloud was already forming. Just as the drop of rain fell to the ground this time again, the voice returned and began to call her name, this time stronger. 


"Bola, you must remember," the voice said louder to her ear.


She can't understand. What is the voice saying she should remember. 



"Bola, my daughter, what is it again?" her grandmother asked her. 


"The voice has come again, grandmother; she said I need to remember something, but I didn't know what I needed to remember," Bola Responded. 



Her grandmother took her hand and took her inside the room. 

She showed her a carved box and brought out an ancient photograph. 

Her grandmother points to the man in the picture.

"Bola my daughter, that is your father"


Bola was shocked. She had never seen the picture of her dad as she was told she died when she was in her mothers's womb. 


"Your dad died during the storm after a heavy rainfall. 


Now, Bola connects all the dots. She knew where the voice was coming from.

The next day, the same whisper came again. 

"Do you remember "

"Yes, I now remember, "was the response of Bola to the strange voice. 


And ever since then, the voice stopped coming to her. 







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