It wasn’t making sense to Philippe any longer. All that Charlie was doing. He was acting directly opposite the plan as if some evil spirit were tormenting him. Philippe confronted the dude but he wouldn’t listen to him. They argued all day and Philippe was forced to report the matter to Mr. Maxwell. Mr. Maxwell was very angry. He couldn’t understand why Charlie would even make an attempt to flaunt his orders. It was like a slap on his face that his instructions were not followed strictly. Charlie was really getting on his nerves but there was nothing he could do because he was far away. Charlie claimed to have no boss since Mr. Maxwell couldn’t follow them all the distance. He made Philippe realise that they were being “used” by Mr. Maxwell for his own selfishness. Charlie was skeptical about Mr. Maxwell all along because he was just too deceptive. Philippe’s eyes were now opened to the truth. He regretted his actions and vowed never to be loyal to Mr. Maxwell. Charlie was glad but
It was one of the women in her farm that was roasting yam and frying stew with stock fish and assorted meats. Aunty Raina used to make it for us while I was living with her family and I thought she was the only one who could prepare it in such a special way. Aunty Raina was the one who taught me how to cook different delicacies. This was why I was able to work for Baba Emma at the restaurant. One of the requirements for working there was to know how to prepare at least five different delicacies. But I could make ten and even more so he employed me. It was so heavenly and I was sure that my belly would not forgive me if I didn’t have a taste. Though, this was the devil at work in our lives again. I was preaching against patience in a time like this and began to consider eating before we pressed on. But we honestly needed to eat because our bellies grumbled. We needed all the strength we could get to fight Lotus and rescue Sarah. The don used to warn against going for any operation on
I couldn’t help it but engage the young lady who was in the boat with us in a discussion. She was the first person we met who understood English language so well. Her name is Tamara and she was a final year student on a research project. God did a perfect work on the young lady. She was a complete damsel. Everything about her was flawless to me. She didn’t look like one who would be interested in having a conversation. But we went on and on, having a good time together with the rest of the Dark Dragons. She revealed that there was an unpopular museum at the village we were heading to and it was such a beautiful place according to her description. I stared at the young lady, wondering if we could get some information that may be helpful in our search for Sarah from her. But I didn’t even know the question to ask. I just looked into the river, thinking very hard. She then asked a question but Fire was prepared to answer it. “So where exactly are all six of you heading to?” She asked.
The trees were very beautiful. Some birds sat on it so comfortably like it was their home. It was really a good location to spend time with family or shoot a good film if I were a filmmaker. We kept on walking in our tiredness. The jungle was also very dusty. The sand that dwelled there was enough to build a mansion of eleven rooms. We saw some poor stricken men digging the sandy area in search of gold and there was the pan to sieve out the gold from stones and buckets to fetch out sand and wash the gold until it was visible enough for their sight. One thing marvelled me. I recalled Aunty Raina used to tell us stories about how gold miners used to be so rich after mining. She said just after one or two successful diggings, they quit digging and suddenly become wealthy as gold is expensive. But the men I was seeing there did not look like they had ever had a million dollars in their account before. “Maybe it was their first attempt or they are yet to find gold” I thought. They greet
The place looked exactly like my grandfather’s residential area if I could remember so well. There was this peace that came with going to the place just to have a view of God’s creation. All the natural things you could ever think of in this world surrounded the place. Even beautiful wild animals. But our minds didn’t know peace now because we were yet to find Sarah. I was directing them, the other dark dragons, from behind the tree where I hid myself. I could hear different sounds now but I wasn’t too sure of what I was hearing particularly. Charlie and Philippe continued to exchange words behind the small hut where they had been staying since they arrived. The map description showed that we were at the spot already but we couldn’t find anyone. Though the place was really bushy so now, he had to crawl to save our faces from Lotus. The tension was heightened now and we couldn’t just wait for them to go down. Thunder was just the right man to have beside. He had eyes all around his
Allen was finally married to his long time girlfriend, Helen. They had broken up many times but love still finds its way to bring them back every single time. Some friends had totally given up on their relationship because it didn’t seem like it was gonna work at all. But they walked down the aisle and exchanged marital vows and rings. The wedding knew good wealth because it was really classic. The invited guests were of timbre and calibre. Mr. Wellington was there too but he only attended because Allen’s father is his close friend. He just wanted to honour him. Allen was too rude and proud for his liking. Their wedding was successful. It was the biggest in the whole town and their lives were just beginning. The wedding night, of course, wasn’t the first time Allen and Helen saw each other’s nakedness. But it was as though they never had a sweet sexual experience before. It was a memorable night for them. Everything was rosy for the new couple. Helen didn’t have to ask Allen for so
The wrestling match was now on the peak. Allen locked her up in his arms and he was doing “justice” to her buttocks. They couldn’t notice that someone was at the gate. Helen was now back home and she rushed to the dining room where she had forgotten the files. She didn’t want to disturb Allen’s rest so she just walked back to the door when she suddenly sighted Mabel’s bag. The bag wasn’t there before she left home earlier and she had no bag in such design. She took the bag and opened it wondering who could be the owner. “Perhaps, it’s the neighbours.” She thought. But she wasn’t too sure so she decided to ask Allen who it was. The door wasn’t properly closed and Helen could hear whispers. She became so anxious to know who it was and boom! She opened the door. The files fell off from her hands. She was really disappointed. Mabel closed her face in shame and Allen couldn’t believe his eyes. He thought she was far gone to church. He approached Helen trying to explain that it was all
Wellington was faithfully sending the money requested by Charlie everyday blessed day. Mr. Wellington became his purse and he wouldn’t stop sharing his money with him because he wanted his daughter to be safe. He understood how desperate the Lotus Group were for money and how that was going to threaten Sarah’s life. Every night, he slept in deep thoughts about Sarah and woke up to thoughts about her again. Sarah’s disappearance to him was like the disappearance of joy in his life. She was the only child he had and he couldn’t just afford to lose her into the wicked hands of Lotus. But soon he became very well. Usually, he invited the family doctor to treat him on his bed and pay extra for the time spent on him. He was that considerate. But, he had to be rushed to the hospital because he just collapsed that morning in his living room so his security men were left with no choice but to drive him there real quick before it was too late. The stretcher accommodated him and she laid on it
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