Maggie and I were still doing our love thing but I was yet to tell her what I felt for her. I was still trying to see if Thunder had feelings for her too so we could talk about it. I noticed they were in very good terms and their discussion usually came with loud laughing and merriments. But maybe I was only jealous. God forgive me! Malid was persistent in his search for love again. He wanted to get Maggie back no matter what it was gonna cost him. He believed that there wasn't any mountain that cannot be climbed no matter how tall. Maggie was the mountain he was going to climb no matter how tall! Maggie still did not mention it to me that Malid was on her neck. Perhaps she thought it wasn't necessary or she didn't want to say something that would make me stop loving her. Malid monitored Maggie's movement. He was like her shadow, following her everywhere she went. He knew that I had now returned from "Only-God-knows-where" and I automatically became a hindrance to his new business of
"Wait...! What if it wasn't the mechanic he called?" I asked myself. I became really skeptical all of a sudden. I was silent about it but trust me, my two eyes got busy. I was looking everywhere to ensuring I wasn't caught unaware. That was what training with the Don back then, taught me. I was always at alert even if the atmosphere wasn't tensed. "Evil people can strike at noon and bring your doom". Those words, by the Don, I can never forget. Malid was unconsciously confessing his love for Maggie to me and I just nodded my head like a lizard, tired of his boring talk. He really wanted us to become good friends again but I wasn't sure I was ready for such hazardous adventure. I wouldn't want to do friendship with someone who threatened other's lives. I had forgiven him sincerely but it isn't easy to forget as to forgive. Some people say they are two inseparable words but I tend to disagree. I believe one could forgive his offender but have flashbacks of past events running through
That was the perfect way to tell a man "yes, I do". A gentle, soft, kiss to wet the mouth and commune in the realm of romance. I had now shared half of my wealth with every member of Dark Dragons and Maggie wasn't exempted. She deserved even more. She needed to help her struggling mother. The woman was a widow and it hasn't been easy going through life all by herself. Maggie was the only child so there wasn't any other companion asides the little dog she kept as a pet. I was not going to stop being generous because that was the only way my life will get any better. Asides Maggie who was now my right hand angel, I had no family I could call my own asides Uncle Franklin. Uncle Franklin had long returned back to the east where he struggled to sell tyres at cheap rates because no buyer will buy it expensive. Even though he himself did not get it any less. He sold without gains sometimes but his story was able to change. He called me one morning just to say hi as usual. Then he jokingly me
Maggie was going to be the "mother" of the day. She had gone to sew her dress. The way the gown was sewn is rather too heavy for my mind to think or my eyes to imagine. It was just completely out of this world. It took the fashion designer all night to come up with the design. She was like a goddess in it. "How do I look?" says Maggie. I become too shy with look her in the eye even if she was now my girlfriend. Her beauty could cost one to go blind because you will just keep starring and starring until you get hit by a lorry. I appreciated her beauty still and she felt relieved. Rocking the gown with a fine man right beside was Maggie's dream and it was surely going to come to pass. I wasn't left out nor every other Dark Dragons that would be coming along with us. The day was approaching just as I approached Maggie to sing my love song. So fast. There wasn't any time to waste. That was the same statement time was making. We left, leaving Thunder behind. We should have gotten a secur
The last time I checked, Mr. Maxwell was very much financially okay. I mean, his father was an influential man and was one of the top leading business men in the entire community. Before he died, he had gained good ground at the British settlement where white traders settled. It was one Mr. Rick Mop that helped him. He linked him up with some foreign exporters and they will travel here and there. There wasn't any part of the country they didn't visit. From there, they will pay a visit to her imperial majesty at England then journey back to the settlement where they will start their trade. Life was really treating them well those days and it continued like that even for his children and grandchildren. By my calculations, Maxwell's father would be wealthier than Mr. Wellington only that he had about sixteen children. Don't exclaim. They didn't come from the womb of one woman. They came from about ten or eleven of them; I had lose count. Women those days were humble to money. Anywhere th
The best of the three for him was to pour acid on them. It was enough punishment for robbers like them. Maybe not robbers but hustlers. Money seeking fellows! Shame on them! Thunder's callousness was probably triggered by his nickname. He just liked to strike like thunder. I never knew he had acid stored behind the house. I think he kept it there for days like this one. He took it from the hut where Sarah was kept in that perilous village. What? So Lotus wanted to pour acid on our skins? Well, that would have been better than the innocent lives that were wasted. God forgive me but I have no regret sending Charlie, Philippe and Maltida an errand to their ancestors. It was a lesson for the others like Numbers who escaped. He had a chance to repent. Lucky him! The gang took positions and just as the leader attempted to climb, Thunder striked! They fell down flat, wailing like students of junior secondary school. They should be amashed of themselves. But damn! That acid was like the fire
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
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
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