I saw my late Dad

" Akin you are not fine at all " mum said as she held my two hands together with tears in her eyes . " you were caught severally talking to yourself, your colleagues in school complain about your irrational behavior of late, Adeoluwa have you been doing drugs?" She asked with a broken voice "Mum, I've told you severally I'm fine " i muttered with a voice enveloped with frustration, tears rolled down her cheek and the sight of this sent a cold shiver through my spine.Like every loving mother she's worried about my mental health, her only son; a year three medical student gradually loosing it mentally while she watch helplessly. I never wanted her to be this sad infact I can't stand seeing her cry this way but how would i explain to her that I've been seeing my late dad for the past three days and we've been having series of conversations

" You have to see a Doctor " she said wiping her tears with the edge of her wrapper "I have booked an appoint..." "I have been seeing my Dad for the past three days " I snapped as I struggled to mutter the words , the look on her face is a proof that my words buttressed what she has been saying about me going crazy " Your Dad is dead, I know you love him but you have to come to terms that he's gone and you can't see him again " "he told me where he kept the documents we've been looking for" I added another bombshell " mum I know it sounds crazy but it's true, I found the document exactly where he told me to check, under the foot mat of his old Mercedes Benz parked in the garage " This statement calmed her down a little bit " Did you find it " she asked with all her attention on me, I handed her the old brown envelope. Wiping off the tears from her eyes she opened the envelope and found the document intact, her face glitters with Smiles as she browsed through the documents, she looked up and obviously confused whether to believe that I'm not crazy or to take me to the Doctor who will cure me of my mental illness , with Smiles she beckoned on me for a hug.

My Dad died about a year ago and we have searched the entire house for the documents of some of his properties all to no avail until he showed up on Friday night while I was coming back from the night class to tell me where the documents was kept. Honestly, I'm confused too, am I really going crazy? How is it possible for me to see my late Dad face to face let alone having conversations with him. Singing joyfully, my mum picked her phone, dialed my sister's number and danced her way out of my room " oluwa Tomilola God has done it again o" she continued her song living me alone inside the room. I heaved a sigh of relief at least for some moment I'm free. My Dad told me a whole lot of things, unbelievable things that is better kept as secret for the sake of unity and togetherness of the family but I can't believe my mum can do such a thing to my Dad, though he said he has forgiven her and warned me not to act in such a way that will ridicule and disrespect her but I'm still surprised that my two sisters; Aunty Tomi and Aunty sade are not his biological children. According to him they belong to Mr. Rasaki, Dad's official driver who happened to be Mum's secret lover.

Who would believe this story? Is it true I'm going crazy? Have I really been seeing my Dad or it's just an after effect of the marijuana I was newly introduced to by my friends? Yoruba says the dead has no business with the living. Somebody help me before I loose it completely