One morning my younger uncle was using his phone when he saw an ad talking about BRADON. He then saw that there was a new owner of BRADON which is me. He starred at the phone in amazement before shouting. “what the?!” “why are you shouting this early morning. Are you trying to wake my kids?” my aunty shouted angrily. “I am sorry sis. I didn’t mean to shout like that. It’s just I wanted to make sure that I wasn’t dreaming and this was still reality.” He added. My aunty starred at him in confusion. “what are you saying again. They tell you don’t do drugs so you don’t say stupid things.” She replied rolling her eyes. “no sister. Look at what I am seeing. Just look.” He said as he showed her the phone. She was a bit hesitant to look at it, then she did. Her jaw dropped. “isn’t this Damien?” she asked. “yes it is. You have no idea. How is he the new owner of BRADON?” he asked. “no wonder he was able to pay for the bank debt.” She added. “Damien must be a billionaire now, he even change
We got to CELL. Maggie had informed the manager that we were coming. Every staff needs to be around. As soon as we go to the building, there were a bunch of people there to welcome me. I walked in with Maggie behind me. “good morning Mr. Tony to what do we own this sudden visit. If I knew you were coming I would have…” the manager was still saying when I cut him short. “I am sorry I am not here to visit. I am here for much more serious business I said as I went into his office with Maggie. I pulled a chair and sat down. “what is the progress of the new coffee?” I asked with a serious face. The manager looked surprised. “sir we umm… the new coffee will come out on the 16th of this month.” He said hurriedly. I looked at the manager who was sweating despite the air condition that was on in the room. “I heard there was a setback.” I said. “not exactly. The final tasting batch weren’t what we expected. So we just want to remake…” he was still saying. “remake? If you are remaking someth
Mr Wellington and I got to the hotel. We got there very early so we decided to have a chat. “So Tony what is the plan?” Mr Wellington asked all of a sudden. “Oh, plan. I don’t have one actually. I just want to hear what exactly they want to tell you. I have a feeling that they are up to something else apart from getting you to sign the deal.” I replied. “What do you mean Tony?” Mr Wellington asked. “What I mean is I am sure it’s not just about getting you to sign the deal. I think they want to establish a good relationship with you because they have further intentions. Anyways, we are here now. Let’s see what they have to say.” I added. “ok then.” Mr Wellington replied as we both walked into the boardroom of the hotel where we would be receiving the Lotus group. There were a bunch of staff waiting there. They attended to both me and Mr Wellington very well. What do we expect? They were all Mr Wellington staffs? Few moments afterwards, Mr Maxwell and some Lotus representatives came
That evening Lizzy left work very early. She went to the address to meet with el Malid’s assistant as they had agreed. They both met in a fancy restaurant. Lizzy wondered how Roxy was able to afford such a restaurant. She saw Roxy sitting at the reserved seat. She approaches her. “Good evening, are you Roxy?” she asked. Roxy looks at Lizzy in excitement. “Yes, good evening, are you Lizzy?” she asked. “Yes I am.” Lizzy replied. “oh please have your seat. Nice to meet you Lizzy I am indeed Roxy. I hope you are alone?” Roxy asked. Lizzy was suspicious of that question. “I am asking because what we are about to discuss is private matters you understand right?” she added. Lizzy’s mind came at ease. “Yes, I understand. You said you have to work for me or something?” Lizzy asked further. “yes I do. Let me start by telling you who my boss is. I am the personal assistant foe Mr El Malid. You know him right? The owner of El tech.” she paused. Lizzy's jaw dropped as she could not believe it.
El Malid stood up staring at his window that morning. He held a picture of him and Maggie. “why? Why did you leave me? I was ready to leave everything behind for you, silly woman…” he was cut short by a knock on his office door. “Who is it?” he asked, angry at the interruption. “Good morning Mr Malid. It’s me Roxy.” She replied. “oh! Come in then.” He replied. “I didn’t mean to interrupt you. Our plan is moving steadily. The boys are already working on the new coffee with the help of the AI and bots. I believe our coffee should be overtaking the market when it comes out.” She said smiling. “That's good to hear. What's the progress on getting the snitch in CELL?” he asked. “very well. The girl's name is Lizzy. She works in the production department and has agreed to work with us.” Roxy replied. “ok that’s good to hear.” He replied as he continued to hold the picture. Roxy notices the picture. “Mr Malid. You know I heard she’s now working for Tony. Your enemy.” Roxy said, referring
Mr. Maxwell felt very disappointed at the results with the last meeting with Mr. wellington. He had sent for Phillippe who walked into the Lotus group building a few minutes ago. He looked at the time and saw he was running late. He ran into the building and went straight to Mr. Maxwell’s office. He then stopped to knock on the door. “Come in.” Mr. Maxwell replied. “Phillippe, what took you so long?” Mr. Maxwell asked further. “Sorry Mr. Maxwell, there was a bit of traffic.” Phillippe replied. “ok that’s alright. Now listen. I called you here because I don’t have complete faith in his so-called new plan.” Mr. Maxwell said. “hmm ok. What do you want me to do?” Phillippe asked. “I still want us to see if we can get rid of this Tony guy permanently. Unless he is out of the way Mr. wellington will still have the morale to refuse us. We need to eradicate him first, do you understand?” Mr. Maxwell asked. “You mean you want me to kill him?” Phillippe asked. “Yes, what else do you think I
My sight became blurry all of a sudden. It was as though I was in a trance, recalling that I warned Uncle Ben not to visit me at the company. I knew how dramatic he could be and how he may decide to create a scene in the presence of my workers. After all, he is a shameless old man. I didn't want that to happen. But, there was nothing coming to my head. Not even the littlest idea. Lizzy had come to the reality of the rude shock. She was sluggishly packing her things from her office. I could see shame and frustration hovering all over her face but I didn't care. I was just concerned with seeing her leave the company with no waste of my precious time. "Good riddance to bad rubbish!" I said, obliviously provoked. The other workers stared at me quite surprised at the way I looked at Lizzy with disdain. It was the first time they were seeing me in such mood because I have always shown them the good side of Tony. But, "everyday is not Christmas" as my late father used to say. John was so
"Maggie!" I called. She was still pretending to be carried away by nothing on her phone. I smiled at her but she didn't get the message. She thought I was trying to cover up for the exchange of words between Uncle Ben and I. "Oh, Mr. Tony. Welcome" She said, feeling guilty. "Thank you, Maggie. Where is John?" I asked not knowing what to say. "He should be in his office. You want to see him?" She asked. "No, just let him be. He may be busy with work. I will talk to him later on phone" I replied. "Okay. Do you need anything or like to have a word with the workers?" She asked. "No, no need. Let's go" I said and just immediately, she stood up from where she was sited. I waved at the workers who were quite busy with work and we left CELL. On our way out, I suddenly began to feel this slight headache. It was as if my head was an anvil that a hammer was coming upon. I begged Maggie to drive me home because I thought I needed to rest for a while as Dr. Dre advised. She drove me home and
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