The first time he was at a beach was on the 25th of September. "The Good Beach" is where he went to. It was on a Sunday.
The sky was a bright milk of white, blue and yellow. The ocean was wide... awefully wide. There was no one in sight—quite odd—but this was just fine for him.
He walked along the shore and played with the ebb and flow of the water as if flirting with the idea of getting wet.
"Jump, run, jump, run", he played about. "What... run ...have I come to do here?", he thought about. "You contemplate your idea of tenderness...", "...show me the brown body of it…", "...on a cold december night..." voices of his wife stole into and left his spirit as he stopped playing and walked about the sandy shores, sinking feet in grainy memories.
She brought him here. To the beach. But she is not here. He is here to answer a question—or something—he is not quite sure. But he is sure he wants to quiet the voices he has been hearing from yesternoon's nightmare. The voices have answers to his questions, so he is patient.
"Stop!" and he dashes his gaze to the source of the yell from a corner of his eye. He looks across the green trees, and into the beautiful red Kéré houses between them; no one in sight. He ebbed on.
"Stop..." and this time, it wasn't a yell. The voice was calming. The voice led the way. He followed the voice. It told him what to do; He closed his eyes and swallowed something.
When people talk about teleportation, they do so as if it is some machine that is actually needed. They believe the machine will make things disappear and reappear at some arbitrarily distant location. They are wrong. All beings capable of an imagination can actually teleport. But when they reappear at the new location, only their bodies do, without their clothes. Only very few people know this.
The voice explained. And Jolade believed. He had swallowed a bud of Cannabis-v3.0 earlier. And he could feel his thoughts gradually accelerate. He was told to picture clearly where he was going and that is what he did. His body slowed and slowed until movement felt like he was swimming digitally in a fluid of ether. His soul melted and melted in the ether until he felt an overwhelming surge of empathy. "This is Godhood, he believed", "This is the road to heaven, he knew" But he didn't want to be there. He knew where he was going.
So he focused better, and the frequency of his thoughts of where he wanted to go grew higher and higher. But his body approached absolute stillness. In that very moment, with his eyes closed, he glimpsed a brief crack of Sunlight and disappeared...
They all watched him. The birds on the trees, the people in the Kéré houses, and even those that tried to stop him as he ebbed into the water, tears streaming down his face. He got delirious when he heard his wife drowned at The Good Beach yesternoon. He really wanted to be with her.