Nafisatou diligently groomed herself for her upcoming and most certain meeting with him. Excitement and anxiety simultaneously gripped at her soul. Absentmindedly, she clipped her nails and sat them aside on a single piece of tissue paper. She proceeded to comb her thick and frizzy hair in front of the mirror. She settled to tie it into a chignon, a hair bun so that her beautiful face would be the center of attraction.
Then Naafi, like her close relatives called her, went outside the cozy cottage she rented with a school friend to bury her clipped nails and her dead hair she had removed from the comb in the small garden they own in the small and good size back yard. She had been taught this burying custom growing up to avoid ill-intentioned people from using such body pieces to commit sihr against her.
She had her period so as soon as she jumped in the shower tub, she removed her pad and washed it. She let the lower faucet water wash away all the blood the thin maxi pad had absorbed. When she was satisfied that the cotton pad was white enough and free from any red spot, she tossed the thin rectangular thing which was curvy on the shorter sides in the small trash bin by the bath tub. Naafi then proceeded to do the same with her tampon buried inside her. She carefully removed the finger size cotton rod using her left hand and with tact. She also let the lower faucet water spring of the tub run through it as she pressed her palm to help the dead blood drip through the drain from the tampon. When it looked like a piece of flatten cotton, she also tossed it in the trash bin.
Naafi took a refreshing shower and then got dressed in a knee length jean dress with a zipper at the front. It went from between her knees to between her small bosom. It had no sleeves and hugged her small curves she admired in the mirror appreciatively. Satisfied, she lightly perfumed herself, grabbed her backpack, and she walked to the school library. It was a ten minutes walk from the dorms. It was Summer and it was warm and sunny outside. Naafi gulped a mouthful of the fresh air, closed her eyes, and exhaled smiling fully. Then she briskly entered the school library building.
I wonder what books he has suggested for me today, she thought as she put her belongings away in her work locker. Greeting her supervisor and her other colleagues, she pushed her cart out and went scavenging for books and other library materials left here and there to re-shelf and to be put in their proper places. Sometimes, she wondered if the Phantom as she called him played a part in spreading books around the library for the heck of it or just to see her make endless rounds as the hard worker that she was while he watched her from afar without her noticing.
"It's not that far-fetched. Everything is possible," she said aloud to no one in particular.
After she made all the rounds of all the places she could imagine of where books could be misplaced, she went to their normal meeting place nook. It was an isolated area of the library where no one walked by or came to sit at. It had a different aura that spook most people except her. She always found that small hiding place surrounded by ancient books relaxing and drugging to her senses. She reached behind the small opening which only a few people knew existed and grabbed the books he had left for her with a small note.
He never revealed his face to her. They always talked to each other via the shelves and she enjoyed reading his romantic notes. She always thought a secret admirer was fun until the content of this particular note spooked her.
.............I came to your dreams last night. Did you enjoy our play? I know you did.
You wanted more...What a naughty girl...Purrs. ..............
Your Beloved 'Phantom of the Library'
It wasn't until then that it hit her hard! "Dear God, I have a genie!" She gasped, her hazel eyes bulging out of their sockets. It didn't matter that she went to great length to bury her dead body parts. It didn't matter that she disposed of her blood with care so that it couldn't be used against her without her knowledge. The genie had still found a way to tag on her. She had given him an opened invitation in her life in other ways!
The realization unsettled the dumbfounded Naafi. As she was deciding to bolt, the voice she had once found enchanting came amonsgt the book shelves. This time it had an eerie sound to it, "YOU'RE MINE... YOU WILL ALWAYS BE."
©Papatia Feauxzar 2017