The gate to house opened just then as a man wearing ashgray trousers, black sneakers and a white vest stepped in.
The gate was black and towering, having a fence topped by electric wiring with a notification that read 'stay away; high voltage'
His hair was short, black in color and seemed to be a bit dishevelled at the moment. Opening the pedestrian door a bit longer now, a lady wearing some skimpy gown of yellow stepped in, wearing an amused smile on her face.
She had cornrows on her head, the color being black and yellow. She had her complexion to be tanned and a mole just below her left eye. The gown which she had on was spaghetti in style, two crossing strands of material which looped at back of her neck and then a set of those material threads looping at the back two.
The length of the gown was just by her hips side and on her feet, she had high robed gladiator sandals of brown color, holding a purse of yellow close to her body with the left hand.
She put a hand forward, that is, the right hand and then the man who had opened the gate for her leaned forward to kiss the hand. Notable among the two of the w as the reeking odour of alcohol, revealing how much thy had both drunk.
The lady laughed, rearing her head back even as the man, who turned out to be Uncle Desmond hurriedly shut the gate behind her.
Uncle Desmond had a wide grin on his face. He did have a bloated set of eyes which appeared bleached in the color of red by the edges.
Taking her right hand, he began to lead her towards the building in which the late parents Lekan had lived, laughter echoing from his mouth in sync with the lady’s own as well.
"Your place is nice, you know!" The lady complimented, taking a cursory look about.
”What can I say? I have exquisite tastes.” Desmond chuckled. The lady scoffed the , they shared a laugh both
By the gate behind her, to the left hand side was a gate house. The gate house was currently being unoccupied as the gateman had been fired some time back.
Just ahead of them, directly opposite the gate was a carpark, spotting 5 various types of cars of the latest models in the canopy covered park. In between the cars were wedges of concrete which acted as divisions between each car as well a light bulb at the end of the wedges.
”And so many flashy cars. Oou. I like.” She chuckled, snuggling in closer to his arm.
Diagonally to the gate, towards the right hand side was a house, mansion styled standing tall with flowers around it for the asethetic beautification. The house had pillars of two in front of it which acted to hold out the balcony of the upper floor.
Before getting to the door, were three levels of stairs, tiled, having the color of milk. The doors were caramel in color, steel in fashion, double doored with a doormat in front of it. The walls of the building itself was in in the color of Yellow for the topmost parts while the parts of the wall closest to the ground had the color of chocolate brown.
"Why? thank you!" Desmond said. "It did cost a lot to build it up but no matter, a rich man like me would not think twice about the cost of his comfort." He chuckled, raising a finger into the air as he spoke elegantly. "I should propose that everyone else in the Country sould have this mindset. Only then would we move forward."
"heheh!" The lady giggled, snuggling in as the moved to the door. "Not only are you cute, handsome and rich, you are also a philosopher. You are amazing, you know. A man like you should be for the keeps." She replied
"Dorothy..." Desmond chuckled, a faint tinge of red to his cheeks. "Let's go in now, there's more to be amazed over, you know. Besides," He leaned in closer to her ear. "I Can show you how gentlemanly and caring and cute I can be when it comes to sex."
"Oh, you naughty naughty!" Dorothy giggled, wriggling her shoulders in excitement.
Desmond opened the door. He held out the door, turning to wink at her. After that, the both of them walked in, with Dorothy complimenting the style of the living room.
They took the stairs up to the first floor. And as they walked, Desmond frowned, his facial muscles tightening upon hearing the sobbing sounds. Sobbing sounds of someone who was not Lekan.
"Just move ahead now." Desmond said to Dorothy, urging her forward by a nudge to her back just as they got to the summit of the steps. "Just up ahead, you would get to my room. It's unlocked. The master bedroom.I would be joining you in a moment, darling?"
"what's happening?" Dorothy said, looking back at him.
"I'm coming... Just need to check on something " He said and then raced his way forward to where the sounds of sobbing were coming from.
Well, Desmond is definitely living his best life out here. Mehn. Imagine having money you didn’t work for? Dumped on you.
"what's happening?" Dorothy said, looking back at him. "I'm coming... Just need to check on something " He said and then raced his way forward to where the sounds of sobbing were coming from. First things first, Desmond sighed to himself, he had to make sure that everything was alright. He was been worried about the one who he had to take into guidance now. While it was understandable that the boy had lost his parents and thus would be have fits such as this, he was really worried that he may have let that get to the person who had come in to visit. When he was leaving the house, earlier, he had been frustrated. It was not too long since he had to leave his own house and his own life to come here, in the status of a guardian to the son of his late brother. It was not long enough and so, it was normal that people would be watching him. After all, he had been the brother who had not been seen around the family since the time that his brother had decided to cut ties with him. Based o
Lekan whistled as he moved from the ironing table to the wardrobe now. It was just some hours since Blessing had left. Actually, it was another another day, although with the difference of not more than 12 hours in between. Compared to other times, his mood was improved now. He moved to the wardrobe and whistled, putting a finger to his lips as he paused, trying to remember what he had wanted to get in the first place. Shirtless with only a pair of trousers, black on his lower half, Lekan nodded his head harmoniously to the rhythm of the music booming out from the mini music player speaker which was on the table. As if lit by inspiration, he opened the two doors of the wardrobe and then pulled out a shirt from the one with the hanger compartment. He held the shirt and then looked at the vintage styled design of it for a few moments. And after he was done with the observation, his head still nodding to the boom of music, he tossed it to the Queen Sized bed which was behind him. After
“Ha!” The girl in the black jumpsuit roared as her feet bounced off the ground. Landing a few steps to the right, she smiled, her white skin reflecting the light and warmth. It revealed the radiance in the heart of this young girl. She held her two hands in front of her. Her blonde hair wafting softly from side to side even as the wind teased it. Her feet were placed, the right in front while the left was placed behind it. Just a little bit. “How long do you think you can really hold out against me? I am the Queen of the Combat Facility.” She smirked. The person whom she was speaking to frowned, his bushy eyebrows knitting closely at his forehead. He breathed hard, fisting his hands as he stared daggers at her, unmoving while his eyes loooked left and right. The place where the two combatants stood was one of a kind. It was a circular platform which had just three pillars at adjacent ends. The ground was lined with circular carvings. And right at the center of it was the insig
The taxi screeched to a halt in front of the campus of the school and Lekan heaved. It was a relief that he could actually get fresh air to breathe, fresh air which was not the same air that his Uncle Desmond would be breathing. He felt a strange rush of emotions well up in his body just then, as the Uber driver looked back to him and then informed him about their ride destination being reached. For a moment or two, he did not answer, neither did he move. He just stared up ahead, looking at the Uber driver who wore a blue baseball cap, white vest and black jeans. There was an aroma of scented mints in the car and the air conditioning was doing a good job in delivering the extra chill in the air to it/. Lekan took in an inhalation of air, allowing the mint scented air to settle against his lungs. It was refreshing in a way, he wanted to stay but then again, he could not stay. He had come down here because he had something which he wanted to do. And also because of the fact that being
Too much of everything is bad! Even attention. As Leslie jumped down from the fighting ring, her expression squeezed up immediately. She did not like the face of Professor BumJu, nor did anyone like the fact that he was around. He had the taste of bad moods and bad everything else. And she was naturally good. Too good he did not seem to leave her alone. Shaking her head, showing her face, she looked up to the giant features of Prof Bumju. Just like her, he was a full white man, his curly brown hair pressed down on his head as he pocketed. “You know, you don't have to give me that hated look.” He scoffed, looking to the ground. “Of course. If only everyone liked you, then I would do that.” Leslie smiled at him, only to turn to the other side with a frown. “Hm!’ Prof BumJu stopped now. He looked at her, letting a small smile break through his face. “I like you. You are feisty.” “And I don't like it. Why can't you just leave me alone?” She said to him, pouting at his face.
Seeing this, the man did not waste time now. He simply huffed and then brought his foot down on the head of Lekan, smashing his jaw into the hard concrete ground. Blood splattered about just then as teeth from the inner dentition rolled out to the ground. Lekan saw stars. Or the equivalent of them. With shut eyes, light twinkling against the blank that pulled up in his mind's eye. The pain rammed against his body, setting him ablaze with several emotions running rampant. His life flashed before his eyes now. Gritting, the pain mercilessly tore through his body like a beast on a prowl. His life flashed before his eyes in the fleeting moment, the fear of death stinging viciously in his mind. Lekan pondered on just how it was going to play out. Like it was general knowledge, those who got to be labeled as thieves did not often get to live for long. At least, not when the mob was allowed to do what they wanted to do. The rare cases where the mob did not get the upper hand was whe
It is good to be rich. Oh, very good. The sound in the SUV was of a different note. The speakers in it were of high quality. It left desmon in awe of the fact that he hadn't really been living the life back then. Yes, he had a car, an old fashioned model . But compared to the black SUV he was riding in, there was a whole different experience. And he loved it. In hindsight, this was only possible because of the death of his brother. And while that had hurt him initially, the fact that he was named the Guardian of the son had left his heart in gladness. It meant that the could also have a taste of the good things that his brother enjoy.d The only thing in his way of enjoying that in totality was the brat of a son which he had. The son would not be a problem. AT least, not after today. Desmond heaved out, whistling the song which w*s being played. WIth his hands on the steering, he rocked his sunshades even though he w* snot out in the sun. It Was going to be a good day today a
Lekan's head bounced back just now, his eyes flashing as stars revolved about his head now. The pain screeched at the back of his head for what seemed to be centuries. His vision disoriented, his sense of balance tipped off, all he could feel was pain. Intense pain. And regrets. If only he did not honor the invitation that was extended to him by Blessing. His heart cursed at him. He was too weak. Feeble minded. He let a girl pull him out. Now, he was stuck in here. In the beat down of his life. He should not have come. He should have stayed put. Now, was the death that he escaped in his parents car now coming back to him? "Thief!" The man yelled out now. He pulled back his fist, thick strands of blood sticking to the knuckles. Blood that came from his victim, the boy on the ground. Lekan. But he did not care. Not in the slightest bit. His mind was shut off, his heart intent on securing the mission target on which he was drafted to complete. It didn't matter how much blo