Razaq Pedro is a talented writer from Lagos, Nigeria. To read more about him, please visit our MEET OUR GUEST WRITERS page.
They say we should never look back at the past but rather always look forward to the future. I think the saying is a bit far-fetched, and siting down here as I am in this particular place, I do not know what the future holds for me. The last three weeks have been something like in a movie; something in explainable to reality; something that can and surely would confuse even the sanest of humans that might care to listen.
Three weeks ago, life was normal as usual, as I woke up in the morning of the year 2076 looking forward to the history class, or better still my history class, and of course the meeting with the mysterious man we met on our way back from school. I believe that intimate knowledge of the past is a very efficient weapon when dealing with the future and the future can sometimes be shitty unless the past teaches us how to avoid the shittyness. I’m a student studying history although my goons are mainly science blokes.We have vivid imaginations of the past and despite not being there, we always try to recreate the scenarios when we discuss past events. I remember a time when we discussed the assassination of the 20th century Nigerian leader Sani Abacha. There were lots of theories concerning his demise but the most popular – possibly the most interesting as far as conspiracy theories go – was that he was poisoned by prostitutes. It was said that he was given an apple during one of the intervals of sex. Hassan said he imagined he was in the room and saw that Abacha had a massive heart attack when going at it with a Calabar female. It is known here in Nigeria that the females from that part of the country can exhaust even the most libidInous of men. I had no real theory other than the fact that karma caught up with Abacha.
My friends, despite their interest in history are science blokes, and we all fell in love with the American movie ‘BACK TO THE FUTURE’ the first time we saw it. It fueled our believe that we could travel back in time and that someone somewhere had a time machine. We debated this primarily because I was the only one who thought it was practically impossible .The others being what they were, thought otherwise and as I brushed my teeth on the 10th of May that year, I was looking forward to the meeting with the man who wouldn’t give us his name but definitely piqued our interest.
We met the man while we were waiting for a bus the previous day. Seyi had been arguing loudly about an installation in Switzerland which had commenced a project to build a machine that could travel back in time
‘Hey, see what those guys at CERN did with particle acceleration and quantum physics. Why can’t they do the same with time travel? I do not doubt their ability, nor should you Raza because they have defied expectations of people like you.’
‘Come on dude, you know I have a very realistic mind. Quantum physics, particle acceleration, blah blah, is nothing compared to time travel. A little change in an event can fatally alter the future. It’s a huge risk.’
‘These history blokes are just too boring for my liking. No offense Raza, I like you, you are my BFF but sometimes I do wonder why we hang out with you in the first place.You are never in sync with us. ‘ Daniel says
I looked at them and smiled. ‘We need someone to talk sense dudes. We can’t agree on everything guys .That’d mean we are zombies.’ We all laughed.
‘The biggest risk in life is to never a take a risk my young friends,’ someone said from behind us.
‘I like youths who challenge their intellect and not what is between their legs. I see you have missed exactly three buses since you started your arguments but if you do not mind, I will like to show you something that will likely change your lives forever,’ the man continued now that he had gotten our attention.
‘What do you think we were talking about?’ Ata shot back. Ata is always on a short fuse
The man looked at him then smiled, exposing very white teeth that I’m pretty sure the girls in my school would die for.
‘I am thinking exactly what you guys are thinking, this is my contact and address. I seem to have time on my hands nowadays. Feel free.’
‘Who are you mister?’ But he had turned his back on us.
We looked at him, speechless until he turned the corner. I looked at the piece of paper he gave me .Under it was a the sentence: TIME TRAVEL IS WITHIN YOUR REACH. I KNOW THE WAY. CALL ME OR YOUR LOSS.