The most beautiful girl beauty pageant had been ongoing for over three months now. And from all over the world and from all walks of life, pretty ladies emerged to represent their countries in order to hit the jackpot and establish their countries in the hall of fame.Before the commencement of the beauty pageant, Zion had served me a memo from the organizers, giving me the opportunity to be the sole sponsor of the event. I was very much elated to sponsor such event.And on behalf of the Saint Don Group and my wife, I wrote them a cheque for fifty million dollars. Not only did this make my name to be in the news, but also it was one way I could give back to the society and support talent.This very maiden edition gathered from all over the world pretty ladies who wished to emerge as winners. But in the long run only one of them would go home with grand prize.The grand finale was slated to hold in New York. It would be recalled that this would be the fifth edition which had mouthwater
On a crisp winter, I was mid way stretching out the hem of my tuxedo before the spacious mirror while my costumier ran a make-over on me.I could over hear the knocking of stiletto on the floor and I needed not be told that someone was walking through.In few seconds, my automatic door sensed a body and yanked open on its own, and when I swirled around a charming face flashed at me, it was Clara Roham, my wife.I could swear she was walked up this time around; the mountains of frown that decked her face; the blue frame that layered her skin and the cloud of fury that sagged her jaw, was evidence of her cage being rattled by someone.But I guessed I wasn’t responsible for her horrible mood this morning. She stood staring, arms folded, shoulders pressed against the wall, and eyes staring and locking eyes with me.Noticing that the costumiers were done with me, there was no need hesitating to hear from my wife.“Please can I have a moment with my wife,” I mumbled.The party of costumiers
It was heavy winter in the cold tranquil, prison yard where I stood by the side of an impervious jailer whose hostile face held no joy.Once he bent over to sign some documents, he gave me a nod that impinged me to do same.“Today you are released from the four walls of this prison, Brian Patrick,” he called me softly and patted my fragile shoulders as though to be more emphatic.I grinned, swallowed hard, lowered my gaze as if by any careless moves of my eyelids those tears would trickle.I sniffed. Finally my tears trickled.“You are going back to the society. Be of good behavior and stay off financial fraud,” his masculine voice groaned a warning.I dared to fight back more tears as my shattered face brook no argument.Behind the gigantic gate of the prison yard, I stood, waiting as the gate creaked and got opened for me to step out.“So I was leaving this prison finally,” I intoned in my head.A welcoming, chilled wind blew at me, leaving my long, unkempt hair fluttering behind my
After a stressful knock on the Mahogany door, a teenage boy finally scuttled through to answer the door.My scraggly-beards, unkempt-mustache dark face flashed at the boy…“Oh my gosh! Mad man!” he cursed me and tilted back his body, almost hitting the wall, “What are you doing here, you mad man?” the kid queried and slammed the door on me, with a slight cry for help as he paced back into the room.I could hear his feet stamping on the floor as he ran back into the bedroom calling on his parents.I stared around the entire serene environment. Everywhere had changed radically. We never had a garden, and if I could recall we had a leaking roof and scrubby broken doors and window panes. All of that had metamorphosed into a little haven, which instilled in me the room for argument if this was actually our home.“Where is the mad man?”A voice from inside interrupted my thought and I shot my gaze in the direction of the door as the voice thickened as it got closer.Soon I was staring at a
The door bell rang and with father’s savoring voice from inside, I knew I just found my family. I snorted and forced out a contagious smile on my face as I waited through bated breath for father to open the door. Slowly the door creaked and opened, “Who are you?” father queried as his eyes narrowed and face scowled hugely like thunder, obviously trying to strike the resemblance.I kept at my smile which I never planned to do. I didn’t even know what I resembled smiling now with those heavy mustache and long unkempt hair, which had grossly grown into mucky dreads.Perhaps frowning would convince him that I was whom he never thought to see this early morning.But I had to introduce myself in the best of words, descriptive words of course, otherwise father and I would stand all day peering into each other’s face.“It is me, Brian your only child, your son who was falsely convicted of a financial crime fifteen years ago. Father it is me! Yes,” I gave an encouraging nod. “Brian Patrick, y
Upon gazing on mother in her sick bed, I fell upon my nibbled knees, caught her cold palms and planted enchanting kissed on her fickle palms. Just like father, mother had plunged into her old age so suddenly that I wondered if she was a granny.The machines connected to her veins and nostrils were beeping innumerably that I saw death hovering over her.“Mother! Wake up! It is me, Brian! I am out of prison now! Mother wake up, please…” I sobbed, shook her slightly to aid in waking her up if that could go a long way.But she lay put, stilly, unmoved, with her pale bulged face up at the ceiling as oxygen mask covered her entire face, like some space scientist.“Mother! Mother! I am sorry for the pain I inflicted on you! Please forgive me! I am out of prison now! I have come to prove my innocence to you! Please wake up…” I wailed at the tops of my voice, hoping I could get unhinged.“Brian hold on,” the doctor, a middle aged short-haired Indian motioned at me, “You don’t need to disturb y
I stole a glance in the mirror opposite and I didn’t look anywhere close to a job applicant. My mustache was muggy and unkempt and my long hair gave me the image of a rascal mad man, who had been in the dirt for Gog-knows-when.The sleeves, pants and shoes I thought were going to augment for my dirty looks disappointed me. I just discovered that my sleeves had torn at the armpit and shoulders and the pants had torn under the zipper and the shoes were not only oversize but sole was yawning at me.They were all I could call cloths.When I stepped out and ran into father outside, he rolled his eyes at me that I felt a churning in my stomach. He was going to blow hot at me.I comported, pressed my hands in front, hoping he wasn’t going to notice the rags I wore.But I shouldn’t have asked him for this, “Father can I get two cents from you so that I can shave and look good for the interview?”The peril on his face could set a city ablaze. He trudged towards me and I pulled away. “May your
At dawn a horrendous, mind-seizing knock slammed on our door. Since I had no bed, I had to sit up all night to sleep. I was very much awake to answer the door, should there be any visitor.But father was faster than me to answer the door and afterwards a yell came at him.“Mr. Patrick how long is it going to take you to pay a five hundred dollars house rent, uh?”I paid attention carefully as I heard father plead with our landlord, “Please Mr. Kenny, give me some more time. My wife’s illness has taken everything from me. I am going to pay up in due time, please I promise.”The landlord groaned annoyingly, “You are less than poverty, Mr. Patrick what other due time do you want other than the ones I have given to you. You just manage a one room yet you can’t pay for it. Isn’t it better you pack out and relocate to the cold street, uh?”Initially I craned to behold the landlord but since I couldn’t stand my father being insulted by anybody, I came out side to reprimand him.“Oh who do we