I didn't keep it in mind for so long. After all, it was just a mistake anyone could make. But Maggie was now feeling very shy. She couldn't look into my eyes with confident after the scenario until I apologized to her again and begged that she assume it never happened. Thunder and Maggie were really getting along. They enjoyed the warmth of each other. They would sit at the verranda at the backyard and talk all day like lovers trying to know themselves better. I then sensed that more trouble was yet to come but Malid was becoming very adamant and unrelenting. He wouldn't just give up so easily until he has successfully stolen our joy. I thought of the possibility of visiting Maggie's house again after the failed mission.Mr. Maxwell was unrepentantly looking for all means to bring Mr. Wellington to their business but that wouldn't happen under my watch. Douglas never returned from his hometown. He was now learning a trade at the central market to cater for his poor mother and siblin
Charlie sighted Sarah from the back as she entered the restroom so he had to stay and wait for her to come out. Phillippe was on standby already. He ran straight to the car so they could move as soon as Charlie was able to catch Sarah. Sarah didn't take long at all. She came out of the restroom, relieved and then began to walk majestically towards the church auditorium. Charlie quickly approached her as though he wanted to share something very important with her. They moved to one corner as she agreed to hear what he had to say. It wasn't too far from where the security men were sitted. Charlie feared but he didn't give up so easily. The sight of the security men poised a lot of threat to him. It was as though the kidnap plan was failed already with the way they looked like angry lions. Phillippe was looking at Charlie and Sarah who were talking from a distance. Words arranged itself in Charlie's mouth. He spoke without blemish or fear such that Sarah admired his confidence. He to
I now arrived at Charlie's residence. It didn't seem like there was anyone around. I pepped from the gate to see if Charlie's car was parked at the usual spot but it wasn't there. Then I quickly recalled that there was a back door I could enter through and not be caught. Charlie and the rest of the Lotus Group that came to his house always passed through the back door. It wasn't easy to notice. It was meant for only him and the other members of his "cult" to pass through. The gate was locked with a big padlock so I resolved to jump in through the fence. He had an old security man working for him. The man was really old and aging. One would wonder if he were still indeed a security officer because he looked like his grave was calling him already. He was laying in his small room while I jumped in and walk towards the entrance of the living room. The entrances were all locked. I then concluded that Sarah wasn't in his residence. I wanted to break through the windows but I had a second
Phillippe and Charlie were yet to reach their destination. They were taking Sarah to a faraway desert and it would take them about twenty-one hours to arrive there. They wanted to make life really difficult for us. Perhaps, they thought we would back off if they took her very far. It was now very dark and late in the night. Phillippe hated to drive at night and Charlie on the other hand, was scared to have a kidnap victim in his car especially at that odd hour of the day. There could be other kidnappers on the way who could be more dangerous and powerful than them. It was usually like that at less busy roads. The injection Charlie gave Sarah only lasted for a few hours only. She was now conscious but she couldn't say anything at all. Charlie tied her mouth and hands. She could only make sounds but it was not audible at all. She struggled with the chains on her hands but she could only struggle. She couldn't free herself from the shackles. They were now in another bushy area. Phil
Charlie and the entire members of Lotus Group were not as smart as the Dark Dragons. Perhaps, Charlie forgot that I knew his residence. It was a really big house worth millions of dollars. I did a record of Thunder trying to set the entire house ablaze and sent it to Charlie via the same number he used to contact Mr. Wellington. It was a threat to him and the rest of the Lotus Group but at the same time, they had to be very careful because we could just do the unexpected. We asked him to release Sarah or else, we burned down the house. He laughed in mockery. His laughter was so loud on the phone. "Go ahead! Set it ablaze and have yourself to blame." He said. I was shocked by his confidence. But we were now sure that he had Sarah with him. It was the papers of the house that he ran home to pick before they embarked on their journey. The lawyer he sold the house to had so much trust in him. He had already sent the money to him even without collecting the papers. His house wasn't too
They were done with all the necessary "check ins" and we were ushered thereafter into the plane by the hostess. The flight saved us the journey of about thirteen hours from the town. We were now closer to our destination but it still looked like we were never going to get there. It was like an excursion at first because we had no idea of how the place we were going looked like. Charlie received his one million dollars again from Mr. Wellington but he demanded to speak with his daughter. He threatened not to send any money again if he was denied to speak with Sarah. He needed to be sure that Sarah has not been killed already. Charlie did not take Mr. Wellington's threat for granted. He dialled Mr. Wellington's number and told him he had only five minutes to speak with Sarah. He was that cruel. He removed the cover on Sarah's mouth and placed the call on her ears as her hands were still tied. "Hello... Hello... Hello Dad..." She said, sobbing. "My Angel... How are you?" Mr. Wellin
The sound from some group of people became clearer. They were running towards the vehicle. Blood flowed from the neck of the dog like water from a new tap. They were herdsmen. All of them. They kept their cattles at one side of the road hoping to sell it the next day. They are terrorists in the community. They disturbed the peace of the community everyday. Day and night. The passengers grew more tense, especially the praying women. They began to shout, putting the atmosphere in the heat our guns consumed them with. I looked at the poor dog rolling down the road as I kicked it out of the way. We were now surrounded by the herdsmen. They brought out their swords and pointed it against us. They would cut off our heads if not because we were also ready for the war they came with. Some of them ran to the vehicle to oppress the passengers with their weapons. Some of the passengers were able to escape but the others suffered maltreatment from them. It started from the praying women as the
It was a phenomenon in that community. The people were tired of it but it was an abomination to leave the place as an indigene. It was said that the curse of the land will follow whosoever that tries to run from the community in search for greener pastures. Hearing such a thing was indeed really scary. I began to doubt if we were going to the right place because I doubt if Charlie and Phillippe were this fearless to pass through this deadly place. The voice of the girl's mother was the loudest. She yelled in tears and laid down beside the dead girl. Her husband tried to pull her away from the dust and urge her to accept the loss but she turned deaf to all that he was saying to her. I had compassion on the poor woman. They were young couples. Their marriage couldn't be up to fifteen years if I guess right. We were still journeying in our fears. But we were too determined to give up so easily. Our journey was almost coming to an end. We got to the bus stop exactly seven minutes past
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