I saw my late Dad

"Ade 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 broken voice "Mum , I've told you severally I'm fine" I muttered with a speech enveloped with frustration. Tears rolled down her cheeks, the sight of this sent a cold shiver through my spine . Like every loving mother, she's worried about the mental health of her only son; a 300 level medical student who is gradually loosing it mentally while she watches helplessly.

I never wanted her to be this unhappy 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 " wiping off 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 but the look on her face is a proof that the statement buttressed what she has been saying about me going crazy "Your Dad is dead, I know you love him so much but you have to come to the term 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 and that was like a bombshell, she looked at me in disbelief " Mummy I know it sound crazy but believe me it's true, I found the document exactly where he said I should check, under the foot mat of his old Mercedes Benz packed in the garage " This statement calmed her down a little bit." Did you say you find the documents " she asked with all of her attention on me. I handed over the old brown envelope to her , wiping off her tears she opened the envelope and found the document intact. Her face glitters with smiles as she browsed through the papers, she looked up and obviously she's confused whether to believe I'm not crazy or to take me to the Doctor who will cure me of my mental illness, with a smile and teary eyes she beckoned to me for a hug.

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 from a night class to tell me where it was kept. Honestly, I'm also confused, am I going crazy? How is it possible for me to see my late Dad face to face let alone having conversations with him this and many more questions keeps flying around in my mind. Singing joyfully, my mummy picked her phone,dialed my sister's number and danced her way to her room as she was sharing the good news with her " Oluwatomilola, God has done it o," she kept on singing living me alone in my room. So many secret was revealed to me by my Dad unbelievable things that is better kept secret for the sake of unity and the togetherness of the family. I cant believe mummy can do that to my Dad, though he said he has forgiven her and warned me not to act in such a way that will ridicule or disrespect her but I'm still surprised that my two sisters ; Aunty Tomi and Aunty Sade are not his biological daughters. According to him,they belong to Mr. Rasaki, Dads official driver who happened to be Mum's secret lover. Who will believe me? Is that truly my Dad who talked to me or the after effect of the marijuana I was newly introduced to by my colleagues in school? Yoruba says the dead has no business with the living. Somebody help me before I finally loose it.