Charlie wailed as we moved into the car. That served him right. I pated Thunder on his shoulder for a job well done. Trina looked really tattered and unkempt. Her hair was all rough like that of an insane woman. She couldn't say anything. She just passed out. Charlie was lucky. Phillippe and the other guys were not too far from the building. They were watching from a distance. As soon as they saw me drive out of the place, they ran to the room to see what had happened. Then they saw Charlie on the floor groaning like a woman in labour. They took him up and helped him out of the room. Douglas had returned too. He was angry at Charlie for pulling the trigger. He blamed him for the failed mission even in his pain. Charlie's car was parked at the garage. Douglas took the keys as the other guys took Charlie in. They couldn't follow the same route as us. Luckily for them, that wasn't the only route out so they went through the other route. Douglas was a skillful driver. He knew how to us
Sarah made merry but it wasn't enough. She felt like strangling her the more. She wanted to deal with Matilda herself. But Camilla too didn't buy the idea. It was risky to do so. Morgan called for the remaining payment of the thugs. She sent it to him and everyone was happy. The neighbourhood was cool and without fault to Sarah. She now appreciated freedom and saw why many Africans fought for independence as she reads in books of history. Her room became the only room she hated to be in the whole house. She felt cursed and couldn't scope again. Camilla was living all by herself. She had no father or mother to boss her around. Sarah admired and envied Camilla. It was the kind of life she wanted. The investigation on the death of Uncle Benjamin was still ongoing. The inspectors were still inviting family members for questions. The soldiers continued to hammer on the fact that someone close to him had a hand in his death. They wanted to know the termite in the farm but I was innocent.
Sarah took too long in the bush. Mr. Wellington's driver was shooting severally. He waited for Sarah to return but she suddenly became nowhere to be found. "Sarah! Sarah!!" He shouted. But he was only screaming to the wind. He asked some passers-by if they saw a young lady on a green walk pass but they didn't see anybody. Sarah ran really far from the spot they parked. She ran for some minutes before she finally boarded a cab that took her straight to Camilla's house. It was as if Sarah disappeared into the ground or ascended to heaven. Everything was just too sudden and unbelievable. He called the security men and told them what had happened. But it sounded like the words of a riffraff to them. It wasn't making any sense to their ears. Mr. Wellington was at the hospital already. He raced down there without any delay. He called the driver to know the precise ward his daughter, Sarah, was admitted to. He was walking into the reception then his driver explained the scenario and so
Camilla was really scared now. The noise the police were making was beyond normal. They took the case very seriously and they must find Sarah no matter what it cost. She asked Sarah to return back home but that was a bigger problem for Sarah. "What will I tell my father?" Sarah asked. "Anything... Just find a lie." Camilla advised."A lie... A lie that would put me in trouble?" Sarah said to her. "You won't be in any trouble, Sarah. Look, your father loves you so much and he would do anything to have you back in his arms." She said. "I think the best thing to do right now if you don't want to tell him any more lies, is to confess your sins before him and find peace again." Camilla added."I'm scared, Cammie. I'm really scared. You need to see my father whenever he is in fury. He would become a ferocious lion and tear me into bits." Sarah said. Camilla was silent for a while. Fear gripped her heart so tight. She stared at Sarah who was far gone in thoughts again. She moved to her
It was a sunny evening that day. It was so sunny that it could get a wet cardigan dried in a few minutes. The day was a long one. El-Malid returned from work very tired that day. He had spent his time yelling at all his staff for working below standard. El-Tech did not know any progress for a long while now and it disturbed his reasoning. He got easily frustrated lately. He would get angry at the slightest provocation and he would step on the toes of whosoever that will not bow for him. He was a demigod at the company. His staff hated him with great passion but they could only hate. They would be at the verge of losing their jobs if they grumbled even by mistake. Roxy was doing her usual business of arranging all valid documents and files in the archive when the notification popped up from her news feed. It was news about Bradon and how we have grown massively. The landmark achievements were beyond what El-Tech had ever done. We were just doing our thing, bit by bit, until we had t
Sarah said a lot of things in the car as I drove her home. She talked about her past and how she now suffers from the evils of keeping bad friends. This was one of her father's greatest warnings. He warned against keeping bad friends in school as they corrupt good manners. But she turned deaf to the words of her father and did what seemed right to her. But she was now thrown into the wrong side of life because of these same friends she thought were doing her a lot of good. I pitied her as she spoke. She sounded really repentant and she was ready to face anything just to find redemption. I didn't know where the courage suddenly came from. She was all scared some minutes ago about how her father would react if he saw her. But she now spoke with confidence and without any fear at all. I tried to ask her about Camilla but she dodged my questions. She was just too smart. She didn't want to reveal her identity. Not for any reason at all. It would be unwise if after Cammie provided her wi
The moment Maggie screamed, it was as though the walls of the house were falling apart. She raced to the backyard through the kitchen door. One of the thugs was pursuing her and he would hit her real hard if he caught her. She had to think smart and fight him so as not to become a forgotten thing. As she got to the kitchen door, she swiftly closed it on the thug. The strong wooden door then hit his head very hard. He collapsed that second. The others were following from outside the compound. As soon as they saw their fellow, half dead on their way out, they shook in fear. They couldn't just get it. It was insane that a woman could hurt a fully grown-up man that much. They didn't bother chasing after her. They had to get their comrade up to his feet as he groaned in severe pains. Thunder and Trina were now right in front of the house. They parked the vehicle some distance away to avoid any suspicion. They had to be very careful as I advised on the phone. The idiots that intruded on
The day broke gradually. The harmattan sat on the throne of coolness and it reign was really oppressive. Thunder drove the ladies to my residence. He kept the information he got from the gang leader to himself alone. He wanted me to hear it first before any other person. Thunder started to call me but I couldn't pick up. I was now at John's residence. Lyda's eyes were all soaked in tears. She cried as if she wanted to plunge out her eyeballs. She fought with her emotions but it overwhelmed her unfortunately. George smiled at me but the hotness of his body could scare one to death. He was trying to call my name but he couldn't pronounce it as well as usual. I raised him up and placed him on my chest. He wasn't breathing well. We rushed to the hospital. Lyda wanted me to take him to their family doctor. But I disagreed with her. I took him to The Dark Dragons Specialist Hospital where I was sure he would receive good treatment. Lyda was quick to tell her husband about it. I didn't s
I wanted to save his face the disgrace of his past life. I asked him to walk to the cafeteria while I follow him behind and he did as I commanded him. The cafeteria is a big one with so many serving tables here and there. Some of the costumers were eating some Kenyan delicacies and you needed to see how they were devouring the "sumptuous" meal. It had a good aroma that would cause anyone that is famished to salivate but this wasn't the time to try their food. Douglas and I had something important to discuss. We sat at the nearest serving table as I signaled the waiter to get us soft drinks. My kindness caused Douglas to fear the more. He thought I was doing him a favour that he would pay back in a thousand folds. But this wasn't so. He wasn't thinking well enough. I wanted to hear his story. Everything about him. The waiter had served us the drinks. It was enough to calm my nerves down. I gulped it as I was thirsty. Douglas felt very reluctant to take his drink. But I asked him to tak
I wasn't too sure if the idea of naming the child George was a good one. How will John and his wife take it? Will they be happy about it? Will I be mocking them with the name? I hope my son will not die prematurely like the late George? My mind was preoccupied with these thoughts so I had to relax for a while. When there wasn't any other name that my heart desired, we named the child George. Sometimes, our fears only threatens us but if we shun the threat, we would be heading for success. The christening was a success and to my greatest surprise, John and his wife were happy about it. The way they snuggled the child in their arms read a million meanings. Lyda said that he looked like George during his days as a toddler. She smiled and hoped that he lived long. Thank Goodness I didn't change the name. After another week or so, I travelled for a leadership conference at Nairobi - the capital of Kenya. It was hosted by one of the most accomplished business man in the world and it was hel
Maggie and I were having all the fun in this world. It was just she and I. No disturbance. I kept the news of Mama's death at the back of my memory. I wouldn't let it interfere with the nice time I was having with the love of my life. The wailing was for Uloma and Lizzy to do. I wailed enough while she was alive. Even in her wickedness, I loved her. I hope that her soul find rest in heaven or wherever! It's God's choice not mine. It was the first time Maggie had a sexual experience. She was a virgin. No one would believe she was because she was a full grown up lady. All through her years with Malid, they maintained "sexual distancing". Malid must have his own good sides too. Waiting till after marriage before such an experience must have come with a lot of patience. But maybe he wasn't patient enough so he loose his girl and not only his girl, but now, his life. I wonder what explanation he was going to give his creator for taking the life that was given to him on a platter of gold. I
In as much as we all enjoy peace, no one desires an eternal peace or say rest. But this wasn't the case for Mama - Uloma's mother. She desired death even though her children rebuked her severally. "Mama, don't say that!" "Mama, stop!!!" They cautioned. They warn her on a daily basis about her pessimism but she turned deaf to everything they ever said to her. She wanted a ticket to hell or wherever because life was teaching her hard lessons. She suffered from chronic fever, an illness one would consider "minor" or "ordinary" but it was getting worse by the day. There wasn't any kind of treatment Mama didn't receive. They did one thing or the other to ensure they meet up with the bills. They sold some of their properties and even their bodies for money to take good care of Mama. They went out of their comfort and did some menial jobs and secured something profitable for themselves. There was virtually nothing they didn't do. But their efforts were not amounting to any positive result.
I danced David's dance at the reception of my wedding. We were so elated and fulfilled. I now had a woman I could call mine with confidence. Friends and family joined in our dance. The bridal train were not left out too. The songs were so melodious. I mean, it was remedy for any broken heart. The musical instruments synchronized without any flop and we were just taking different steps - from left to right. We heard of the tragedy. It was as though we didn't hear the right thing. But it was true. Zero lies. It was so pathetic - the untimely death of Malid. No one could have thought that he would kick the bucket so quickly with the life of wealth he lived in. It was no news that he killed himself with poison right inside his room. He just wasted his life for nothing. He threw his poor family into mourning and complete bitterness. They hearts were heavier than the stone that was used to cover Jesus' tomb. The rumor was all around the place. It was everywhere that the founder of El-Tech c
Nobody would believe that I "snatched" Maggie from him. After all, I didn't do that. She simply got too tired of him so she "kicked" him out of her life and will not allow him back. Thank God for Thunder who stopped him right at the gate perhaps he would have done something worst. He was such an animal. I think God assigned some angels to create him and that day, they were too tired to add a pitch of calmness in him. He just liked to burn everywhere he is found. But the fire from a lantern is not same as the one that erupts from a cooking gas. Thunder's punches were enough lessons for him and a warning never to thread the path of lions like us. Malid got home badly injured. He collapsed on his couch in tears. He had sacked all his staff and some of them resigned because they could no longer be patient with him. He was acting like a demigod and they wouldn't let another man trample on them like a snake Malid hates to see. He was growing more wild by the day so they all had to leave him
I think Maggie is truly the divine woman made for me because for the first time in my entire life, I felt truly loved by a woman. I was betrothed to Uloma by her father who considered me a responsible man. He was sure that I was going to take good care of his daughter because of the traits I displayed during my stay at his house. I felt like I was marrying my step sister even though we were not in anyway related by blood. This was his death wish so I decided to honour the poor man. But one of the lessons I have learnt in life is never to marry a man or a woman in pity. I had compassion for Uloma and her family especially after the demise of their lovely father. So I married her but I regretted it quite too early. I wonder how Uloma, Lizzy and Mama coped with a man whose spirit provoked their demons. He was just one of a kind. A complete father and an epitome of love. I mean, he took me in without knowing a thing about me. Just assumptions and the fact that I was a human being as him.
Now I had to tell Maggie the story of my life to clear the air. She kept asking too many questions and I couldn't deny her the right answers because she was now very dear to my heart. I mean, can one withhold the truth about the colour of one's skin from one's buttocks? That would be eating beans with the eyes. Maggie was pensive when we got home. It was as though she had just finished watching a Hollywood movie but this time, she didn't watch it on screen but on set! She was amazed to see me take them down, one by one, as if I had prepared for the attack. I didn't prepare for anything but that sharp thought that flashed through my mind was enough to sense something. I usually had such a feeling when something goes wrong. My demons were never asleep. They kept on knocking the door of my heart until it dawn on me that there was something wrong about the route we were taking. I told Maggie about the Dark Dragons something I never mentioned to Uloma. Paula knew about it of course, because
It is true that once a soldier, always a soldier. But I also think once a fool is always a fool or maybe... Once a culprit, is always a culprit! Malid was at it again. His usual display of foolishness. I called it "foolishness" because he thinks he can play smart and get me tied to his trap. Me? What a dream! Malid couldn't sleep well. Of course, he wouldn't have. He was dreaming of the impossible. So how possible was it for him to find sleep? Sweet sleep are for those who have laboured in truth. Not some evildoers like Malid! I sensed it from the smile, the handshake, the gestures, uneasiness, friendliness, useless talks... everything! I knew he was surely up to something. Can I ever forget Aunty Raina? Even if she belongs to the family of evil-doers with Malid as the head. She would say; "a rat does not run in daylight for nothing. He must have seen a cat or something." Malid is the rat here but instead of staying clear, the idiot remains adamant, like a forgotten morsel of pounded