Might's Odyssey (The Event Book 2) by Ifedayo Adigwe Akintomide

emotional and sometimes physical abuse. I cannot say dream-walkers exist, neither do I think everyone has the potential to be a dream-walker. But it is something to think about, is it not? *smiles*
     
     
    Gbenga’s eyes grew wide when he finished reading. Still blown away by what he had read, he checked the name of the person who had written the article. His name was Harry smith PhD. PhD? PhD in what?  Dream-walkers! Was that what he, might and the others were? So there was even a term for what happened to him? What he could not fathom was why he was just stumbling on this information now.
    In his earlier search for information regarding what happened to him, he scoured hundreds of files and articles on the subject. This was the first time he stumbled on anything that directly addressed what he had experienced.
    The shocked and surprised look on his face quickly turned to an angry one. So he was a Dream-walker, what good did that do him? Being a dream-walker was not helping him stop the event.
    In some ways, he could not help wishing he had never gone on the business trip that landed him in a coma. The people that coined the phrase ‘ignorance is bliss’ were not wrong. There were some things you were better off not knowing.
    That thought brought him up short. Was that line of thought even right? Since he came out of the coma, he had drawn closer to God and the church. He was no expert but two verses of scripture came to mind. The first was ‘…my people perish for lack of knowledge.’ He could not remember what verse of scripture that was or where it was written in the bible. The second verse was ‘… I will show you great and mighty things, which you knoweth not,…’
    He did not know where that was written either. It seemed to apply in this particular situation.
    The pastor of the church he worshipped with said something. God always speaks to his people. He cited many instances in the bible where God had spoken to people about things that were coming. Taking a cue from the book of revelations, God showed John a vision of what was to be in the hereafter.
    Could it be that God was also speaking to him? A shiver ran down his spine at the thought. Who was he kidding? Great, powerful and mighty God speaking to a two-bit idiot like him? That thought seemed so far fetched.
    If God was in fact speaking to him and trying to warn him of what was going to be hereafter, what was he supposed to do with the information? Besides prepare for it, he could not see what other use revealing the event had to him. He could not stop it from happening.
    That thought like the one before made him still. Or could he? Is that what this was about? How could he stop the event? No one would listen to a Nigerian businessperson protesting against the great Gerald Summers new invention.
    As his experience with Seyi had shown, telling people about what was going to happen was not likely to have good results. A shiver ran down his spine as he thought of it. The least that could happen if he decided to engage in a campaign to discredit Gerald Summers was he would be laughed to scorn. The worst was they could throw him into jail.
    His thoughts grew even sadder. Why were there no easy answers to the questions of life? A knock on the door snapped him out of his reverie.
    “Yes?”
    “Sir__ Mr. Bayo Ajibade is here to see you.”
    “Send him in__” He growled quickly switching off his computer. It would not do for the man to see him searching for more information about Gerald summers. He did not need a lecture.
    The door opened a few moments later and his housekeeper walked in holding the door open for a bulky man. He wore a navy blue shirt tucked into brown slacks. His face was narrow, his eyes brown pleasant pools; with neatly cut hair which had more grey in it than black.
    Gbenga rose to his feet as the man approached his desk. Try as he might he could not stop a wince of pain from streaking across his face as he stood up. Whenever he did