With arms pocketed Raca advanced to them; his Indian accent dominating his tone. “Jade. I still can’t believe till this moment your properties are still littering my compound. It is causing nuisance to the environment. I need you to leave my compound entirely!” he howled.Jade went down on his knees and molded his arms, grieffully bowing to him. “Pleas Raca, I want you to show us mercy. My mother is a widow and I am only but a janitor, please give me more time to fix this rent…”“To hell with you, Jade!” Raca beamed, gesturing at him, “Haven’t I tried for your wretched family. I allowed your poor father stay in my house thinking he was going to pay off the rent but the pauper died leaving behind the rent for your miserable soul to pay.”Jamole swallowed hard and grinned; it hurt him so much that Raca called Jade’s late father pauper. It reminded him nothing other than the horrible poor life of his late parents on the street where he was raised.“Right now you are dealing with me and no
“My son, we are doomed,” Jade’s mother, a blonde-haired, chubby woman wailed. “We are literally homeless. What sort of life is this? Isn’t it better we die and have a peaceful rest in the underworld… she lamented.Gazing down to their properties, Jade was dawned by the reality. They were out on the street, in the cold , arms folded with no certainty about a breakthrough and a hopeful future.All that Jade could do was cry and stare at the sky. His mother kept getting worried. “Who do we know, my son?” she queried, “I have been out on the street, sourcing for funds from every passer-by. No one seems to be of help. Just like every poor family out there, we are unfortunate people. With no acquaintance with the rich, we certainly have no edge over life.”Jade winked back tears. He dared to speak but his lips trembled. Some minutes ago Jamole had left him with the most optimistic word ever; God will provide.And if indeed God will provide, it would happen through a Croesus, a mogul, a dee
Jade’s mother swallowed hard; she winked to be certain about what she just saw; but of a truth reality was playing before her. It was too real to be true.A bunch of keys to a duplex?“How come?” she asked, peered at the document and felt the keys, “Did you expect anything from a billionaire? Or do you have any billionaire as friend?”she asked yet further, stared in surprise, and her mouth gaped.Jade turned his gaze to her. “That should be the question, mom. Do I have any billionaire as friend? Never! I can’t point to any at the moment. All my friends are broke ass. Andre is a poor janitor just like me, Jamole? Hell no. I am even better off than him. He is not anywhere close to wealth, so I wonder where this gift could be coming from.”Jade gazed upon the document once more to see if the sender left any identification or address. But he was disappointed. He raised his stare on the dispatch rider, who still hung to his smile.“Please who could be this generous giver?” he asked and poin
Jamole’s worries superseded; and it was nothing other than the land in the Acrid Forest and Hinterlane which had failed in attracting buyers over the past months. He had expected such delay but certainly not forver.Recently after his duty at Swan he would ride his scooter to Acrid Forest and Hinterlane where he would behold the canopies of land he bought in the name of investment.Hundred million dollars loan always rang in his head, whenever he thought about Acrid Forest and nothing had scared him than losing his inheritance to Antipolo Bank should he fail to repay back the loan.There was no way he could repay the loan than selling the lands and to sell the land he would have to market it to money bags in Antipolo who would appreciate its value before making purchase..Looking at himself in the mirror he was good to go. Although he didn’t look anyway like an executive marketer yet he was going to take a shot and see if he could sell those lands.Time was fast spent and he wouldn’t
In a jiffy Jamole was led into the sky scraper and was finally opportuned to meet with Zhang Meng in person.Ordinarily if it were in his poverty days Zhang’s exquisite spacious office would have offended his vanity but ever since he became heir to Swan, luxury wasn’t strange to him anymore. And first class life didn’t seem too special to him anymore.After bowing, he stood staring engagingly at the short, strong featured, ponytail-haired Chinese billionaire before him. He had about ten well-suited burly security flanked around him and five servants who attended to his immediate needs.Zhang Meng was a big name in Antipolo, and he was one of the deep pockets ajamole had been clamoring to do business with.On the desk Jamole could see the tons of awards he had won over the years and he could tell Zhang was still the best in automobile in Antipolo. He hoped Zhang would give him maximum attention and not be an ass.But now he had come to discuss business with the richest Chinese in Antipo
Jamole was speeding on his scooter after Zhang ordered his security to bundle him out of the premises.His shirt was flying by the corner; it was torn by the security when they bundled him away.This wouldn’t have happened if he had revealed his true identity to him; he wondered if Zhang would be able to stand his audacity. He had hesitated and kept marketing his lands when he called the security to bundle him away“You did this to me Zhang,” he mumbled in his thought as he rode away. “You think you have arrived because you are the automobile giant in Antipolo. Okay,” he tossed his head in wrath. “Soon you will need me. You will weep blood and you will bow before me yet I will feign deaf ears and make you pay. None of you will escape my vengeance when it comes.”He sniffed back tears and rode with less interest. He had just five years to repay the loan and this was the second year. He had heard Zhang’s passion for real estate. But what did he get in return?Scoff humiliation and hate.
McDonald wasn’t done jeering at Jamole. He clapped yet further, “Hmmm I don’t know if you have considered what it felt like having Roger bang your ex-wife, Stella in your matrimonial bed. Indeed Roger enjoyed himself. I wish I were him…”He burst into a maddening laughter which was intended to make Jamole jealous.Jamole pounced at his offender but McDonald’s security suspected his moves early enough and they seized his punch and pinned him to a spot. There was a lengthy struggle between Jamole and the band of security but they earnestly dared to suppress him at a spot.“Let go of me you bunch of fools!” Jamole struggled to come off their grip. “McDonald or whatever you call yourself. Why don’t you let us be? Susan doesn’t want you. She has made it clear to you that I am her husband. Are you daft? If not for your securities I would have punched you to the ground and watch you pee on yourself.”The securities were much formidable and stronger than Jamole. Despite Jamole’s drag and force
Macdonald took out a dollar note and some coins from his pocket and poured on Jamole.“Spend it on good cloths, poverty-stricken, and don’t forget to shave those dirty beards.”Tyres screeching away and heavy cloud of dust hanging in the air, McDonald and his band of security drove away, leaving Jamole in pains and head buried in shame.***Susan was startled by the noisy arrival of Jamole into the villa. Through the window she could see the canopy of anger that stood on his face and she could tell someone had pissed him off.Each door was left slamming as he walked past them and securities and servants that greeted and bowed to Jamole were given the cold shoulders. McDonald had rattled his cage and it was his nature to transfer aggression.Even his anger had doubled, coupled with his inability to find buyers for the acres of land at the Acrid Forest and Hinterlane.“You are welcome, sweetie,” Susan greeted softly, raised a questionable brow and steered her wheelchair to his side.Jamo