That evening Lizzy organised a dinner for some of the investors who were going to be present at the presentation. The admin manager had given her two of their numbers.She took them to a very expensive restaurant in an attempt to bribe them. “good evening sirs.” She said smiling. “to what do we owe this pleasure?” one of them asked. “ok, I will just get straight to business then. Tomorrow morning the both of you alongside some other investors will be coming to our company CELL to pick a presentation.” She paused. “Yes and so?” the other one asked. “I am one of the presenters. My name is Lizzy Paters. I have worked in CELL now for almost 4 years. This makes me the perfect candidate for a promotion of general supervisor, don't you think?” she asked them both.“Well I can’t say. There are many others in the company who have worked in CELL for a very long time and yet are not capable.” One of them replied. “There are two different things. It’s one thing to be capable and it’s another t
Charlie was still at the warehouse and thinking seriously. “Tony must have told Mr Wellington to do that to help him buy him sometime. It means that Tony must have some plan.I have to figure it out, otherwise my plan will be ruined.” Charlie muttered to himself. He looked at Sarah and then decided to do something. “Pretty girl, it seems like your dad doesn’t want to cooperate with us. I have to do something to you that you might not like.” Charlie said to Sarah. Sarah stared at Charlie wondering what he was planning to do. Charlie went to a corner and brought back a transparent glass jar filled with insects and worms.“You come on here.” He called out to one of the security guards that was there. “take this phone and record this.” He said as he tied a bandana to his face. “start recording.” He said to the guy. “Now listen Mr Wellington, I know you are pretending to have broken your arm. Now let me tell who might actually break her arm if you don’t sign the contract immediately. If
The next morning, Mr Wellington called Mr Maxwell who had called him before. “Before I sign the contract I want to see my daughter with my eyes.” Mr Wellington said exactly as I had told him to."Hmmm, hold on, I will tell you if you can.” Mr Maxwell said as he hung up. he called Charlie immediately. “Hello Charlie. Mr Wellington says he won’t sign unless he sees his daughter physically. What should we do?” he asked, confused. Charlie took a deep breath in. “Could it be Tony who asked him to say this?” He said, wondering. “but it’s only normal that he would want to be sure we have his daughter. Don’t worry Mr Maxwell, I will handle Mr wellington.” Charlie said. As he picked up another phone to call Mr wellington. “Hello Mr wellington. Now listen carefully, we would bring you to see your daughter but if you think of calling the police, Tony or anyone at all, I wouldn’t hesitate to kill Sarah. “ok. I won’t call anyone.” Mr Wellington said scared as he hung up the call. Mr Wellington
Charlie looked at me shocked. “I thought I told you to take Tony off this case!” Charlie shouted at Mr wellington. “Well for starters, how dare you shout at a man older than you like that.” I said as I punched Charlie on the face hard. Mr Maxwell and the other men there ran away.Charlie staggered as he fell on the floor. “Mr wellington you may go, your daughter is with Trina. The police are on their way.” I said to Mr Wellington as he left. I locked the door leaving only me and Charlie. Charlie ran back and forth the room. “What are you doing Tony, haven’t you won. Why are you still disturbing me?” Charlie asked, feeling confused. “You call this disturbance? Disturbance is using my voice to trick someone into getting kidnapped. No it’s not just disturbing but also disgusting as well. You couldn’t even carry out a mission yourself without manipulation and deceit just like you always do.” I said as I wore a glove in my hand. “what are you talking about?” Charlie asked, pretending no
John stood there frozen and everyone stared back at him. He thought to himself “I've said nothing wrong. Why are they not reacting?” “So how exactly do we make more money by making our coffee for the common man?” the investor whom Lizzy had bribed asked John. “Look, this is business. We are not really concerned about who takes the coffee or not, we just need it to make money.” He added. Some people agreed with him. Even though John was not so prepared for such a question he decided to respond. “making money is not automatic. It involves a lot of this. We already make coffee for the rich and only the rich have been buying it for years. In order to make more money, we need to expand the market. We can make another form of the coffee one which the common man can still access. It doesn’t have to really be the same packaging that makes it cost a fortune. It just needs to be our product. That way we win from both sides.” John replied to the man. “What if the so-called common man rejects
I dropped Mr. Wellington and Sarah off at his mansion. “Thank you Tony. I don’t know what to say. If not for you my Sarah would have been…” Mr. Wellington was saying when I cut him short. “It's my pleasure Mr. Wellington, but I am truly still worried about you and Sarah’s safety. “You are right Tony. The lotus group won’t just give up.” Mr. Wellington added. “What do you suggest? Should I call the police?” Mr. Wellington asked. “the police won’t be able to handle them. They have got it all planned. Did you record any of the phone calls you had with them?” I asked Mr. wellington. “oh no I didn’t remember that. I was panicking at that time. I couldn’t think properly.” Mr. Wellington responded. “ok it’s fine then. Don’t involve the police. I will deal with it. Mr. Wellington, I know this might be a bit difficult to do. You and Sarah need to restrict your movements from now on. Don’t go anywhere without informing both me and probably Mr. Walter about where you are going and take enoug
“Paula was the one who treated John's son?” Trina asked, standing up and looking down at me. I was silent. “Tony, did you break a rule just for your friend’s son?” she asked further. “No one needs to find out about it. After all, I am the second in command of the Dark Dragon. I should be able to do this at least.” I replied. Trina still looks very unsure. “you want to use your position to break the rules?” she asked again. “I told you before Trina that our essence is to save people. Save the good, the innocent. If you see someone dying should you just leave them to die? Can the rule you keep bring a person back to life? What kind of rule makes you leave someone to die?” I asked her with a serious face. Trina was quiet for a moment. “I know Tony, but what if John finds out about the dark dragons. How do we deal with that kind of situation?” Trina asked now sober. “you are right but when things happen impromptu, you deal with the problem impromptu too. I pray that the day John finds
Trina dropped me off at John’s house. “Thanks for the ride, Trina.” I said. “You should rest Tony.” Trina said as she zoomed off. I rang the doorbell. George opened the door. “who are you?” George said as he looked at me weirdly. “I am your godfather.” I replied as I carried him up. “George who’s that?'' John asked as he came to check who it was. “how are you doing?” I waved to him casually. “Dumebi! I mean Tony. God I thought I had gotten used to call you that already. I am so glad you could make it.” John said smiling. “So how many people are coming for dinner exactly?” I asked looking around to see if John invited anyone else. “no just you. I just invited you. You were literally the reason why all this is even happening. “I can’t believe this is George.” I said looking at his face. “You scared the hell out of your parents, you little kid.” I said as I pinched his check. “Dad, he is the one in the photograph, right?” George said as he observed my face. “What photograph?” I asked
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