HE HAS HUNDREDS OF PHOTOS....ALL OF THEM DEAD.__18 SEPT

The old photographer in Onitsha Main Market called me.

"Fine girl, come, let me snap you. 500 naira only."

I laughed. I was wearing my new wig. I said okay.

He brought out that big old camera. Not phone, real camera.

Just as he was about to click, a small boy ran to me and whispered, "Aunty, don't take any photograph oooooooo. Don't let him take it."

I thought it was a joke....u know nhh normal children's play okay. I asked.."Why?"

The boy said, "Everyone he snaps, they die after three days..(hmmm..i was just gasping for breath as this point ooooo) My sister was last week."

My blood ran cold. I looked at the photographer, hmmmmmm He was smiling, but his eyes were empty....like eeee

I said, "Sorry oooo sir, I changed my mind." Maybe next time nhhhh

He frowned...... "Why? You already said yes ee Nne"

I ran.

Two days later, I passed his shop. It was closed. People said he had died in his sleep.

On his table, there were hundreds of photographs. All the people smiling. All of them gone.

And on top, there was one new photo. It was me. The photo he took when I was not looking.

I am writing this on the second day.

                   **FICTIONAL STORY**

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