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Ere suka !


Hats off to my elder siblings they were luminaries. Having elder siblings is fun, but more fun if you're the elder sibling. 

When you're young and naive your elder siblings will brain wash you. They will literally make you believe anything they want. After listening to a Rose muhando song that has this line '... mpaka kwenye internet. Eeeeh mwanadamu wewe endelea kutenda dhambi.' 

I remember my brother making me believe that 'internet' is a place where you can actually get into physically and walk out... Eeeih! I pictured internet to be a room that has a lot of computers and lots of scattered cables. Jesus Christ on a donkey!!

We used to call ghosts Ere suka a name that was founded in our family- by my elder siblings. Ere suka translates to 'where is the sheet' probably because ghosts always appear covered in sheets with popped eyes and a crack line for a mouth. 

After being told the stories of Ere suka by our elder siblings we couldn't walk in the dark. We would rather take a bullet in the head than go inside the house alone in the night to meet Ere suka.

So do ghosts exist? If they do...

Do they know when you can see them?

Here is an opinion...

Yes, ghosts can know when you can see them. Let me share a story from when I was a child. I used to live in a village where there were many spirits around. Sometimes, we would sleep outside under the stars, and the spirits would come and sleep beside us. Some of them were friendly and liked to play with us, but others were a bit mischievous. They would try to scare us or make us laugh!

Ghosts are not like the ones you see in movies with superpowers. They are actually the spirits of people who have passed away but still remain in our world. They might have unfinished things they wanted to do when they were alive. They can sense when we are able to see them, and that's when they might reveal themselves to us.

It's important to note that these spirits, despite the tales we hear and the movies that sensationalize their abilities, do not possess superhuman powers. They are simply the lingering souls whose desires remained unfulfilled in life. They are bound to this realm, seeking closure or solace.

As the years passed and we grew older, these ghostly apparitions gradually faded away, becoming nothing more than stories we would recount to friends and family. However, the impact of those encounters remains etched in our memories, reminding us that there is still much we do not understand about the supernatural realm.

So, do ghosts know when we can see them? In my experience, it seems they do, as if they sense our awareness and curiosity. Yet, the true nature of these spectral beings and their elusive powers continue to intrigue and bewilder us.



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