In a pigsty neighborhood where even owning a banausic motorcycle was a dream for all, a hyper-masterpiece, Bugatti La Voiture Noire, made its stop on the squalid contaminated grounds of Kibra neighborhood, crashing with the environs. Its money-like sound summoned all the human beings in the neighborhood, and its sleek stylish design pulled their jaws from their interjections and left their mouths wide open and dyspneal.The doors of the breathtaking machine opened up and wide, and Jordan led the squad as they matched outside, breathing an aura completely different from what they were sampling inside the clean luxurious machine. All the same, they knew what to expect back here.Jordan stood still, his signature acold eyes crashing with the malnourished innumerable people before him. More than half of the assemblage wore lacerate and bedraggled clothes. Their bare feet seemed so cool as they bled with the streams of sewerage that they were standing on. Lucky were a few who had torn sadd
Some familiar faces stepped out of the car. Jordan could remember them very well. They were Mr De’Luka’s men. And in a minute, the door of the luxury car that led the convoy opened. Mr De’Luka and his wife stepped out and started walking towards them. Everyone was in awe, lost at what was unfolding before them.Mr De’Luka and his wife wrinkled their noses as they matched forward. His wife had even pulled out a hankie and covered her nose.Ana was appalled and frightened, but Jordan, as his signature nature, didn’t flinch. He nudged Ana to his side, wrapping his arm in a protective stance as he faced the old man.“What the hell are doing following me around?” Jordan asked.“I hate what you have reduced me into, Jordan, because I don’t tend to go after little fishes like you, but you have something that belongs to me. That is why I am here.” Mr De’Luka stated. He threw a glance at her daughter who didn’t look like she recognized him.“We had an agreement that you will only see your daug
“It seems we will have a huge problem here, Liya. These people have enemies chasing after them, as far as we can see. Why are they here? Trying to hide?” The old man, Mario, spoke with concern.“No, elder Mario. These are good people.” Liya protested.“But you don’t know them that well. And that is not what we have seen.” A young man spoke, his eyes scanning the gun in Jordan’s hands.“But you all saw it was self-defense, right? Wouldn’t you have done the same thing if you were in his shoes?" Liya said.“Yes, but I would have ended up breaking my spinal tube while attempting to fly in the air in the battle to get hold of the gun as he did. But look at him. It seems like he fights for breakfast.” The man argued.“Yeah. He seems like some sort of fighter. So stable, calculative, and swift. Should we be worried?” Another man reckonedAlmost all the denumerable eyes were gawking at Jordan with heterogeneous and befuddled reactions. Nobody could tell what more the man could have done if gi
“Excuse me , son. What did you say again?” Mr Jonathan asked in exasperation after Jordan spoke.“You heard me, Mr Jonathan. I need 1000$ as advance payment.” Jordan spoke again for the third time, but he still didn’t manage to pull of the dense scowl off Mr Jonathan’s face.The old man found it cliche’ and unbelieavable that Jordan wanted to squander all his first salary on those people who didn’t seem like they could even raise a dollar to repay him. After all, they had explained themselves to his face that they had nothing to offer him in return for what Jordan was about to do for them. How could Jordan go ahead after hearing their confession and witnessing their poor state and decide to ask for advance payment and spend on them? Mr Jonathan had heard of so many brainsick things that people do with their first salary, but Jordan’s idea sounded the most pathetic one. I mean, how?“How can you spend your first income, an advance payment for the job that you are even yet to start, on
“It is alright, Jordan. I am sure it will be put to better use. I am sorry if I was a bit harsh. Please make use of it, and that is on me.” Mr. Jonathan said He felt embarrassed for arguing with Jordan over the issue. The gesture from Jordan to the people of Kibra was indeed a good one. Someone like a father would be so proud of his son's actions. Something worth earning him a heroic monument. He didn’t know why he was so blind and dumb to just agree with Jordan’s idea at once. ‘A bit harsh? You were extremely too much, old fool.’ Jordan thought inwardly. All the same, he needed the money he had gotten. He did not doubt that the extra cash would go a long way. She shoved the cash in his pockets. ‘One problem down.’ He thought as he looked back at Mr. Jonathan, who had a wide grin on his face. “Okay. You stay indoors and rest. You need a lot of rest for your wounds to heal faster. Stay as still as possible.” Jordan explained that they were walking back into Liya’s house, which was
Liya was awfully quiescent as they trekked on the befouled grounds towards the meeting square. Jordan noticed it, but he decided not to say a thing. He thought he had explained the situation well to Liya and trusted that the girls would find a way to sort out their differences.Soon, they arrived at a tree shade at the far end of the houses. The place was cloistered with stones laid in straight lines, which served as seats. This was where the council of the Kibra neighborhood met whenever they needed to address something. They consisted of old men and women, and no young person was supposed to be in the middle while the elders spoke.Liya looked at Jordan when they stopped. “I will have to leave you now. I am not supposed to be here," she explained. She would have wanted to stay with him, but she knew the rules, and she trusted Jordan would be okay.“Alright. And Liya, please watch over Mr. Jonathan and Ana. Make sure they rest.” He said.'Ana again’ “Okay. I will.” Liya said, urging
Jordan might have thought he was just kidding when he told Liya that he ate a lot, but his hoax turned into reality when the food was brought onto the table. He ate like an elephant. Even he was flabbergasted with himself.“Are you sure you were just joking a while ago when you said you eat a lot, or was it my mistake for taking the statement lightly?” Liya asked as she poured Jordan a third round of soup and tortillas.Ana threw them a glance. She didn’t think they would hold such a deep conversation to reach that point. So, what else had he told her? His favorite food?“I also can’t tell. A lot has happened in a blink. Maybe I have transformed, and I don’t know.” Jordan responded as he munched on his food.“But you have done a lot since last night. Throwing all those blows must have really taken a toll on you.” Liya said, looking at Jordan with admiration as he continued eating without minding anyone.“And carrying me to the hospital. I am sure I am heavy, so that might have really
“Speak, Liya! What is your problem with Ana because I have seen it. Didn’t you give me your word back at the hospital that Ana was as much welcomed here just like Mr. Jonatha and I?” Jordan questioned Liya.“And I was, Jordan. I was willing to accept her in even if I didn’t understand precisely why she had to come with us. But that was until her family followed us here and caused a terrifying scene. And now, after what has happened to Mr. Jonathan, do you still expect me to remain calm? Do you know who exactly all these people will blast if anything happens?” Liya spoke.“I will take the blame. That man is causing all this because of me. So, if anything happens, which I remember assuring you that it won’t, I will bear all the blame. So, Liya, leave Ana out of this unless you have another hidden problem with her.” Jordan explained.“You are just starting to build your trust with my people, Jordan. Are you willing to risk them seeing you as a bad guy for nothing?” Liya spoke again, and