Dear Friends, I promised to feature Halima on this blog. With over 15 epistle and counting, I hope you like what you read.
The rousing began from my subconscious. My last lucid memories were those of an engulfing drowsiness, now that I think of it, I remember laying down the notebook I had been trying to cram things from, I also remember clearing a patch on my book clustered bed, and then my memories dissolved as I surrendered to a dreamless sleep.
Then the buzz began like a finger poking my consciousness, calling me out of that almost opiate state of sleep into something I was never going to be prepared for.
In that surreal confluence of sleep and consciousness I thought my mind was replaying some horror I’ve heard of in recent times – horrors that are almost becoming our new norm. But it never occurred to me that before that day dawns my own horror would begin.
My name is Halima . . . they took me
The Halima Series is written by a good friend Chukwuemeka Ezeogu.