DOPPEL-GANGER

 

Had an amazing experience today. Saw my Dad’s copy.

Here I am, sitting in cab beside a man. Who looked just like my Dad.

I must admit, from the side view, I thought it was him.

Face neutral, just like my Dad has it. The lace Babariga, that’s my Dad’s.

I would recognize it anywhere. I was about calling him Dad.

Then I remembered that my Dad called me an hour ago.

He didn’t tell me he was travelling.

But then, the face, the cloth, even the cap. They are my Dad’s.

Trust me, I know. And Now I’m a bit scared.

Maybe my Dad died. And now, his ghost has come to appear to me.

No, he can’t be dead. My Dad can’t just die now.

Then he straightened his cap.

That struck me, my dad never straightens his cap.

That’s odd, maybe he just picked up the new habit.

Then he smiled. That’s odd too. That’s not the way my dad smiles.

Then he happened to glance towards me. And I was put out of my dilemma.

It’s not my Dad. Just his copy. How annoying?

But oh my God, side view, looks, countenance, everything.

I was totally fooled. Such an almost-exact copy.

I wonder how God did that. Maybe there is a copy of me too somewhere.

Whose life is totally different from mine.

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Met three different people here in school. And they look exactly the same.

One is an MSc. Student, one an IT student, one an undergraduate.

They all look all the same to me.

Anyway, I’ll stop here.

In case you meet your own doppel-ganger someday, tell him/her I said “Hi”.

 

Okemakinde Samson K.

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