Darkness in Broad Daylight

One morning I woke up and the sky was gay. I personally don't like gay skies but the weather was good for the task ahead of us. I was going to help my mother with some farmwork . She prepared breakfast and we ate and put our farm tools on our shoulders and set for the farm. Flashes of light never seized lighting my path as I went. Relating with all the other experiences I was scared. My mother never noticed this. Maybe if she noticed this she would have believed what I say. We chanted some spiritual songs as we went.

That day we did a reasonable work on the farm for the sky had borne with us. The weather was calm and white clouds had spread allover the blue sky. At around midday we halted the work and set on our way back home. My mother is outgoing so I left her behind speaking to some of her village friends. I find it difficult to make friends and here it was only two years since we relocated to this place.

As I made the last turn to our home, I met darkness like smoke and it was moving in the air towards me. It was half knee-high. In the evening I told it to my parents and we prayed over it.