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EPSODE 1 &2&3 (SCROLL DAWN]0January 8, 2015 at 7:06 am #125356
I’m spooked and afraid of this trial. It has
gotten to this stage that I have to be prayerful
and watchful. The end is near and might come
in anytime. This is such an imperilling
situation that makes me sad, even annoyed at
times. Should I say my parents were benighted
or what? This is hilarious! They were still
unrepentant after Richie spoke with them, they
weren’t impelled. It seems they did it on
I’m nowfamiliar with Doctor Esther and
Doctor Kate, they are my best friends after
Stephanie. They’ve always told me to relax, all
would be fine, they’ve been marvelous and
interesting to be with. But, would all really be
I can’t give any guy my heart because I might
die, and wouldn’t want to cause him a broken
or shattered heart. I hate seeing Stephanie up
and doing just to keep me lively, I hate seeing
tears in Richard’s eyes, I hate it when there’s
no peace of mind just because of me, I also
wish to be free like everyone! I wish to be free!
I wish to be able to last for six months or
beyond without being rushed to the hospital,
I… I also.. want.. j… joy!
“There’s no God!” Richard clouted the dressing
mirror before him and kept his fist still on the
shattered mirror that was left behind.
He went down on his kneels and tears ran
down his cheeks. Uche and Jay rushed into
the room and met him on the floor. His left
hand had started bleeding as he wept bitterly
on his kneels. “This is too much for me to
bear! It is!” He made a vehement outcry and
laid on the floor.
Uche and Jay stood close to each other and
some steps away from Richard. The two gazed
at each other continuously. They were
becoming tired of Richard’s rambunctiousness,
it seemed his emotion had taken over him
finally. “I don’t like this, Richard. I don’t!”
Richard raised his head slowly and fixed his
eyes on Uche, just like a collector fixes his
insect with formalin. “I don’t like it likewise, I
don’t want this to happen too. The more I
remember God, I get mad!” He snorted.
“What on earth makes you run mad whenever
you remember God? Do you know you’re
making me annoyed and even pissed off?” Jay
“Did I even mention God? Is there God at all?
There’s definitely no God! None!” He tried to
push himself up but his left hand couldn’t
help. He fell back on the floor and swallowed.
“God is wicked, that is if his existence is real.”
“Just because of this trial?” Uche smiled
faintly and took few steps to him up. He
helped him up while Jay was fixed on the
same spot and watched them.
“You are wrong, Uche.” He said and struggled
to gain a stand. He looked into his eyes for
seconds and looked at his blood-stained hand
then continued. “God is just partial.” He said
softly and closed his eyes as tears fell.
“Richard, watch your mouth!” Jay rebuffed.
Richard looked at Jay with a grimace and
went on his kneels again. “This is so
unbearable, it is so sad. I wonder how she’s
been managing, I fear death! She might die!”
He burst into tears again.
Jay then walked to Richard and ruffled his
hair. “Stop this man, we have to get this
wound treated now.” He told him.
Richard gave a soft chuckle and looked at his
hand. “Why should it be protected? Let me
die!” He shrieked.
Uche sniggered. “Is this how you wish to die?
You couldn’t visit the kitchen to use a knife on
yourself or even drink Dettol antiseptic, you
should have perfected those ones before
Richard was breathing heavily. He stood up
and bit his lower lip. “It’s time to ramble.” He
said as he made the move to walk out.
Uche drew him back and looked into his eyes.
“Let’s get this laceration dressed and we then
go to the club.”
“Club? Bar section? You know I don’t follow
you guys, you should know I hate drinking.”
“Just to drink away your sorrows, if you don’t
wish to drink, you should remain in the house.
Don’t make an aimless ramble on a winding
“In this house, I might do what you suggested
earlier on. I think you guys can go, lock me up
in the house.” He smiled for some seconds
and continued. “Don’t worry, I won’t die
anyhow, I mean I won’t die in a rough way.
You will meet a neat and well dressed corpse
in the living room.”
Jay laughed. “This guy still dey craze! E be
like say you don dey drink the drink wey you
talk say you no want?”
Uche faced Jay. “Should we not go?”
“Why won’t we go? I’ve been sleepless
throughout the week because I’ve not been
able to set my eyes on the beautiful lady for
seven days now.”
Richard hissed and walked into the bathroom
to clean his hand and take a cold shower.
Uche stood by the door, he wished he could
monitor him more than that. He knew it had
been tough on Richard, he had always felt for
his sister who could die anytime.
He took a deep breath and sat on Richard’s
bed when he discovered that he had just
entered into the bathroom to bath, not to
follow his deadly suggestions. If he were in his
shoes, he might have done what he suggested
so as to terminate his life soon. Really, of
what importance is life when it cannot be lived
gleefully? Richard had mostly been boisterous,
was he really to be blamed?
His enthusiasm had gone down the drain. He
hardly smiled. A month wouldn’t end without
rushing Christiana to the hospital. It was
irksome! It was very revolting! Richard had a
strong aversion for it. He did mostly stare at
his sister in the hospital bed and both would
be weeping. It was such a jeopardizing
“Guys, go and get ready. I think I should
follow you today.” Richard said as he stepped
out of the bathroom in towel.
“You want to follow us?” Uche’s eyes widened.
“Yes, go and get dressed.” He stared at him.
Uche and Jay smiled. It was incredulous,
wasn’t it? They never knew Richie would
concur. It was at least better for him that way,
rather than meandering. The two dashed out
of the room, it seemed the friday would be
“Having two graduates is what I have always
wanted, I thank God you guys concluded
everything well.” Davies smiled and sipped
from the mist-covered glass of wine in his
Pemisire plopped down the cushion and gave
a long breath. “Dad! It wasn’t an easy thing,
all the same, a man’s…”
“-destiny” Pemisayo concluded it for her. She
grinned as she shook her head wondering the
kind of twin sister she had. Everyone knew her
with those words- a man’s destiny.
Pemisayo rested her back on the chocolate-
brown sofa with flared arms. Resting her back
couldn’t make her legs touch the the white
terracotta tile in the living room which ties the
interior to the exterior, practical and easy-to-
clean type. She had to place her legs on the
black glassy stool which was dazzling
lustrous due to it’s reflectivity, caused by the
eye-dimming illumination from the wall
sconces whose sources were concealed.
The living room was a big one with an orange
curtain round the windows and a 49inch LCD
TV mounted to the wall, located about a foot
below ceiling. It had two wall mounted shelves
directly below the TV, two glass coffee tables
with metal framing and two more lamps and
leather recliner. As big as the house was,
there was no derelict part in it.
Pemisayo stared at her twin sister- Pemisire
and beamed. She was clad in a black gown
whose fabric was sequenced elegantly. She
looked smart and beautiful in the dress. “Your
nickname.” She smiled.
“It’s the reality, if you guys don’t know.” She
replied and licked her lower lip, she smiled
and tweaked her nose. “A man’s destiny will
surely get him what it has in stock, either
good or bad. I think the prayer should be –
God should help us change anything bad in
our destinies to good one.” She added.
“But in a man’s destiny, there are some things
that might look somewhat bad but they just
look that way just to get the man to his or her
promise land, they are good qualities.” Davies
chimed in as he dropped the wine glass on the
stool before him and pressed his lips together.
“Anyhow, I just know a man’s destiny can’t be
changed.” Pemisire sprung to her feet. “I guess
I have to ease myself.” She said as she dusted
her skirt. As she stood, she was five feet, seven
inches tall, dressed in a v-neck with an oval
button which had a design of love on it. She
wore a white skirt designed with flowers, the
skirt had blue ruffles at the end and the
flowers are light pink with yellow pollen. She
also had a white belt at the middle which
looked like strip.
Pemisire was elegant and rich in glamour. If
words could describe perfection, this would be
it. She was not chunky, neither slim, ‘average’
could be the best word to use on her.
“You and this english of yours… how do you
guess you want to ease yourself?” Pemisayo
“I’ve been feeling ill at ease for a while, I think
it’s high time I urinated.” She smiled and
She walked slowly as she pressed buttons on
her handheld until she flung the door open
and yawned. It was late already, she was tired
due to the stress she had that day. She had to
dance with her friends at the get-together
party for hours. After she had eased herself,
she picked up her dairy and wrote something
She sat on her Queen-sized soft-side bed and
drooped the dairy on it. The room was a not
too big, it had richly coloured tapestries on
the wall, fuzzy black accent pillows with
leopard and tiger rugs and a pink silk canopy.
The room was painted pink, floor to ceiling
with two shelves in it. One of the shelves had
books of various types- novels, diaries and
some other textbooks while the other was the
home of DVDs. There were also one white
acoustic guitar, a nylon guitar and an electric
one that all inclined against the shelves.
The room also had a flat panel television with
two black speakers at the front. The dresser
held the personal undergarments and
unmentionable. The room had a centered
traditional chandelier with a trasitional close-
to-ceiling fixture that produced the basic
illumination and created a welcoming
atmosphere. The air conditioner and the
window was blacked out.
She sprawled on the bed when the door to her
room screeched open. She dropped her phone
and sat up. “Dad.” She called and smiled
Davies walked in with an attaché case which
was a box-style case made of leather,
scrunched over a hinged frame that opens into
two compartments. “Daughter, I’ve come here
because I think you can be trusted.” He said
and sat beside her.
“Trust?” She repeated as she squinted her face.
She wasn’t sure of what trust meant at that
particular time. She knew Lawrence- his friend
whom he trusted so much, she wondered if he
had been sold down the river by his friend, to
make him come to her. Wasn’t she to be
trusted before? Since her mother died of
cancer, Davies had no other person who he
did confine in but Lawrence, was there any
“Yes.” He smiled and dropped the attaché
case on the floor. “Mart said he’s going to die
soon.” He stopped abruptly and swooshed out
a long breath. “He called me today and gave
me this.” He pointed his index finger at the
attaché case on the floor and faced Pemisire.
“Promise me you will keep this as a secret,
even from your twin sister.” He dimmed his
eyes and looked more serious.
“I… do Dad.” She drawled. Her father’s
reaction was getting suspicious, what could be
in the case that he kept from his friend and
even Pemisayo? Though, Pemisire was an
easy-going type, she did talk but wasn’t a
largiloquent type like her sister. All she did do
was to admonish people concerning life, she
was a serious and Godly lady.
“Good.” He smiled and continued as he picked
up the case and placed it on his laps. “This
attaché case contains Mart’s classic
documents. He said he insisted that he must
be flown back to Nigeria because he was sure
to die any moment and wouldn’t want his
business to collapse. This case contains
everything that has to do with all he has all
over the world.” He was silent for a while
before he opened the attaché case.
“According to him, anyone who has this case
with him or her is already like him already, a
multi-billionaire. He has no child, neither a
wife, not even a person to be trusted but me.
He told me what he had written in his will,
that anyone with the classic documents is
entitled to everything he has on earth.”
Pemisire’s eyes widened. For Davies to have
the classic documents, they’ve sure have
caught a big fish. Who didn’t know Mart
Foods all over Nigeria? It had various
branches of the company in sixteen states in
Nigeria and was a multi-billionaire. His real
name was Michael Matthew and coined the
name out of the latter. He had a food-
processing companies, construction
companies where various raw materials and
finished products were been produced like-
Mart noodles, Mart sugar, Mart rice and even
“Dad.” She called him softly. She was awed by
the explanations her father had made and kept
breathing heavily. She stared at him without
blinking, it was a vital thing that her father
“Now, I’m not sure about my safety.” He
sniffled. “If anything happens to me, make
sure you keep this case as a secret because I
see danger on the way. Please Pemisire, know
the kind of person you put your trust in, if
possible don’t trust anyone. I just got to know
I’ve been confining in someone who do not
wish me well. From all indications, Lawrence
may attack me.”
“Dad, stop this joke! He’s your friend now.”
“I got to know more about him today. He
overheard everything Mart told me and when I
left Mart’s place, he kept staring at this
attaché case with me. He looked annoyed and
was portend. In case anything happens, make
away with this case with your twin sister and
keep your identity unleaked because every
man on earth, even his lawyer would want to
have these documents.”
It was eight years already that he had been
working at the headquarters of Mart Foods
with his best friend- Lawrence. He was a man
in his late fifties and a cheerful type.
Pemisire smiled. “Nothing can happen.”
“I pray so.” He said and closed the attaché
case. He handed it over to her and stood up.
“I have to leave now so that your sister won’t
“But dad, this looks partial. You should have
called her along.” Pemisire stood carrying the
case with her two hands.
“It’s not that I’m being paranoid to your sister,
the fact that she’s garrulous and I know you’re
reticent.” He replied and walked out of the
Richard walked into the bar- a dusky and
dank place filled with best friends, lovers or
maybe ex-lovers. As he walked in, he
amalgamated the smell of drinks and various
sweats that outraged his nostrils as he
inhaled deeply. As he motioned further, his
eyes were already adjusting to the imminent
darkness. He turned his head and looked
round, he could see seats that had been filled
up. He walked with his friends to the empty
barstroll in a corner where there were bright
spots on the wall, illuminating faces and
people in there.
He could then see that it wasn’t totally dark,
it was his first time. “As usual.” Jay said as
he smiled at the bartender and sat down.
“As usual?” Richard muttered under his breath
and took his seat. He placed his wounded
hand on the table and continued looking
around the bar, it seemed someone was
smoking there. He finally found the lady and
shook his head. “I think meandering is far
better than all these things.” He tapped Uche
as he spoke.
“Abeg oh, Richard! Why would you meander?
Let’s drink and return home, this is the only
way you can forget things easily.”
“Really? Drinking? All about forgetting all the
bad things, right?” He smiled faintly.
“Yes, it will wash down your worries.” Jay
Richard smiled faintly. “Red wine.” He told
Jay. “And, what’s your usual?” He asked.
Jay grinned. “You know say you be small boy,
I take gin and tonic.”
“He’s new in the game..” Uche chimed in,
“Anyhow.” He hissed faintly and smiled.
As he smiled, he looked down and started
thinking again. He was muttering in a way no
one would hear him, wondering if God really
existed. If he did, why would he give some
people long life and even prosperity and on
the other hand, give some people a short time
to live on earth. It was pestiferous! Some
people would be filled with mirth, while other
He was in a flurry state. He was melancholic.
It was usually a thing of great fear whenever
he remembered his sister- Christina as an
anemic patient. He had heard many people
who did eventually die after all the struggles
He had always asked himself if Christiana
wouldn’t end hers in the grave. He had head of
testimonies likewise, he had heard people who
scraped through and made it, but they’ve just
been ten out of a thousand! Would Christiana
be part of those that would scrape through it?
He didn’t know he had started crying again
until he was tapped by Uche. He then raised
his head and wiped his tears. He had been
served the wine then and his friends had
“A skunk can’t bite and give off it’s scent at a
time! Either you drink or be depressed! For
God’s sake your sister is still alive, she’s not
dead. You should be happy concerning that, if
she sees you like this do you expect her to be
happy? You’ll even make her sadder because
all she’s going to be thinking of would be
death! Man, be serious!”
Richard sighed. “I believe all is well.” He said
and started drinking.
They were the three young guys that worked
with Maverick Company and had been friends
since their tertiary education. The three were
employed into the big company and decided
to live together.
….a man’s destiny…
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Owkay…… Hope u will continue dis story on tym0January 8, 2015 at 3:27 pm #125457
So how’s Debbie?” Uche asked Richard.
Richard stroked his beard. “We broke up.” He
hissed and picked up his drink again.
“You broke up?” Uche asked again, this time
surprised. He kept his eyes on the
overwhelmed Richard and shook his head
continuously. “This will be the third lady… I
don’t even know, I think fourth.” He tried to
remember as he closed his eyes. “Yeah.. four
of them.” He surmised.
Richard chuckled softly. “They’ve been
frustrating.” He said as he stared at Jay who
discussed with the female bartender.
“I don’t think you still follow your popular
heuristic rule, this is annoying! When will you
settle down? Guy, don’t let your sister’s health
turn you to something else!”
“I don’t think they have true love for me.” He
smiled faintly and drank from the cup.
“Is it that they don’t have true love for you or
that you an unrequited love for them? Guy,
“I love them, they’ve always tried to be rivals
between my sister and I.”
“You should be optimistic concerning your
sister, don’t think otherwise. Try to calm
yourself down, life is not a bed of roses, I have
my own problem too.” Uche said passionately.
“Yes, you do! You’re even wrong, you were
meant to say that you have your problems
too, oral diarrhea that won’t make you keep
shut!” He hissed.
Uche was tight-lipped for a moment as he
stared at him. “You still have a lot to work on,
your sense of humor is really.. I don’t know!”
Richard laughed. “You won’t know. I love my
sister, I love Christie, she’s my life.”
“It’s not your fault.” Uche started drinking.
Richard swallowed. “It’s my parents’ fault! If
the didn’t marry each other, would they put
my sister in such a menacing situation? I
wonder what brought them together, I wonder
why they deliberately married just to make
themselves happy and make us unhappy. It’s
sad.” He placed his head on his hands as he
started weeping again.
Christina was all he had. To him, she was the
best sister in the world. She had a bad state
of health because she was anemic, hardly
would there be a month that she wouldn’t be
rushed to the hospital. He had fought his
parents because they got married to ruin their
joy, he had been an unhappy guy since his
sister’s sickness got worse. He wasn’t chirpy
any longer, he had developed hatred for ladies
because they always caution him to take
things easy. He’d say- they don’t have true
love, if they did, they would cater for his
“Guy!We aren’t at home oh, we are in the
public.” Uche said softly as he tapped him.
Richard wiped his tears and raised head
again. “One thing about me is that I can’t keep
my characters for a lady. I love my sister, fine!
If she loves me, she’s going to stay and if she
doesn’t, let her go!”
“Alright, that is if you’ve not been bad to these
“If they see it as a bad thing, fine! I’ve always
tried to clear my conscience, you know I’m
guileless.” He said and continued drinking.
“Alright… alright.” Uche gave an awkward grin
and squinted his face.
Richard and Christina were like two peas in a
As Pemisire kept the attaché case under her
soft-side bed, she rushed because her sister
might walk in. After getting it done, she
smiled and sat again.
She picked up her diary and wrote inside,
perhaps she might have written what just
happened inside it. After she did that, she
discovered she just made a big mistake. What
if her diary was found? She nodded
continuously, “I have to be very watchful.”
She picked up her mobile phone and called
her best friend- Helen. She felt it was a while
she heard her voice. After the call, she picked
up her acoustic guitar and sat again.
She was a music composer and had a lot of
songs composed. She loved playing guitar
anytime, it looked as if it did wash her worries
down. Sometimes she remembered her mother,
the guitar would be her best friend, to keep
her lively. As she played, she moved her head
slowly with the rhythm of the song she sang
along. She was filled with mirth. Her soul was
lifted as she sang with passion. It was her life,
as her twin sister liked to write stories. Both
were extremely blessed with talents.
After she played for some minutes, she
dropped it back and darted out of the room.
She went to the kitchen to prepare herself
something. She couldn’t eat at the get-
together party like her sister did and was
She was in the kitchen when the doorbell
chimed. “Who’s this person? This night?” She
asked herself calmly as she leaned against the
refinished oak cabinet.
The kitchen was a big one with a ceramic
tiles, it had an open plan with a refinished oak
cabinet and pane style cabinet doors.
Stainless steel cookers which had at least five
tops, a black dishwasher, a microwave which
was near the white deep fryer plugged to the
wall and sink which had a window over it,
covered with a floral curtain. It had a rack for
the utensils and brushed stainless appliances.
She tried to peep and saw two guys that
walked in. “Who are these ones?” She asked
herself as she gazed at them. The guys sat
down freely, smiling as they admired the
“I think trouble is brewing.” She said as she
took in a long breath and exhaled deeply.
Pemisayo locked up the door and decided to
leave the living room for the visitors when she
was called back by the guys, to have her seat.
One of them started the discussion with a
buirdly voice. “I learnt you are three inside this
house, where’s the last lady?”
Davies was getting terrified as he stared at
them. To him, they didn’t look armed but if
they weren’t, they wouldn’t come in just like
that. The approach looked affrightening.
There was silence for a while. Pemisire had
stopped peeking, her heartbeat had increased
as she left the place she stood. Her father had
said it, it seemed they came for the classic
documents already. What would she do? Run
away? She wasn’t certain, she wasn’t sure of
what to be done. She could maneuver her way
into the room, but if she ran away, what of her
father and her twin sister? She was now ill at
ease properly, thinking on what to do. She had
left her phone inside the room, and did that
even matter then? What mattered was the
safety of the three and the classic documents!
She thought and peeped again.
The earlier, the better. She walked stealthily
across the dinning room. It was Pemisayo
that saw her as she tiptoed inside the house,
the guys sat backing the dining room where
Pemisire walked through. She had to do
everything with ease, it looked as if they were
desperate to get her.
She opened the door to her room gently and
got hold of the attaché case when she heard
the roaring voices of the guys from where she
was. She looked around the room to reach her
phone but couldn’t find it. She must have left
it in the kitchen, thinking she left the room
without it earlier.
She had started panicking as she held on to
the case firmly. What would she do? She
summoned courage and walked out of the
room quietly so she could hear what the
discussion was all about. “Get me the last
lady!” She heard vividly.
She was in the bigger sitting room that was
upstairs then. Should she descend the stairs?
She was antsy and confused already. Or has it
been known that she was with the classic
documents already? The documents every man
would want to have.
She heard the shout of her twin sister and the
attaché case fell from her hands due to the
fear. “Someone is still in this house, go and
get her.” One of the guys addressed the other
as they heard the hollow thud made by the
case. She picked up the case quickly. She had
known that would stir up their zeal to get her.
She ran through the stairs behind the house
to the backyard. How could she tell if there
was one of those guys at the gate? Her big
brown eyes started squeezing out tears.
“Another.. shot!” Richard hit the glass cup on
the table. He was drunk already and needed
more of the wine.
This time, Jay had returned back to his seat
to start drinking. He stared at Richard and
shook his head. “How many glasses has he
“I don’t know.. he’s just been drinking.” Uche
replied as he yawned.
“I don’t think he should take anything any
longer. Though, I think this is better than
wandering around.” Jay said.
“A lot better! If he had been wandering around
the whole place, he might be robbed or might
have done something bad to himself. All the
same, he shouldn’t get drunk to this state.”
“If she dies, I die!” Richard said and started
mumbling some incoherent words too. He had
lost all coordination.
“It seems this guy is going to cause a scene.”
Jay said as he dropped his drink and looked
around if there was no one watching them.
“Richard, stop this.” He winced.
Uche nudged him but he just laughed.
“Christina is my life! She must not die oh! If
she dies, everyone is going to die.” He
continued babbling until his friends helped
It seemed they overstayed already, they should
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Pemisire was still at the same spot until she
made a move to peep at the entrance, if there
was no one there. She didn’t know what would
become of her father and twin sister if she ran
away. She was agitated, short of ideas at that
time. If she didn’t leave that spot as early as
possible, she might even be caught.
“Alright, tell me. Where are the classic
documents?” The guy questioned Davies.
He had already made them kneel on the floor
as he stood like a mountain before them,
wearing the face of a hungry lion that could
devour any animal seen. He was breathing
heavily, to make his anger known to them.
“There are no classic documents.” Davies
“I hateliars!” The guy roared as he hit his
hand on Davies’ head and made him lay on
the floor. His breathing hadn’t changed,
neither the look on his face. He looked into
Pemisayo’s eyes and walked closer to her. “I
repeat, for the last time. Where is that bag in
which documents are?”
Pemisayo couldn’t tell. She didn’t even know
any document existed, if she knew, she’d have
told the furious guy before her as she shivered
on her kneels. She was just quiet, it was just a
earring that was on her, the second one must
have fallen while she was trying to obey the
He gave a wicked laughter and brought out
his phone. He punched some buttons and
stepped aside to make a call, maybe to the
person who sent them. “Proving stubborn
boss.” He said and was quiet for a moment.
“Alright, the ball is in my court? I’ll waste
them.” He said and ended the call. He walked
back to them exasperatingly and pulled Davies
up. “Now…” he was about to talk when his
accompanist stepped out. “No other person.”
He stated as he walked closer.
“No problem. They will be wasted.” He
laughed and faced Davies again. “Where are
the documents? For your information, Mart is
already dead and all his companies would be
shut down soon. You know what I’m saying,
Davies had lost control then, he looked worn
out as he knelt before him. “I.. d.. don..don’t.”
“Don’t tell me that crap!” He blurted as he
stood upright and faced the fellow guy.
“What do we do now?” The guy asked.
“I was told they are three in this house, make
sure you get that last lady! From all
indications, it seems she has the documents.”
He responded swinging his hands along.
“Alright.” The guy replied and hastened back.
I think I better go inside back. This guy keeps
repeating that word ‘waste’, was it Lawrence
that sent them? If this classic documents will
be the one to destroy my family, I think going
back will be the best. Pemisayo must not die,
neither dad. What have they been passing
through there? There’s no way I can raise an
alarm, I’m not sure if they’ve not been in some
places, hiding and watching out to get me.
This is frustrating! I reall.. I really don’t know!
Money is the root of all evil, if not for the
wealth, why would they be looking for the
documents? What’s the….. wait, was that a
“Pemi!” Pemisire screamed as she shook her
twin sister continuously. She was shivering,
tears running down her cheeks as she held on
to her and screamed again. She had flung the
attaché case to a side and was in the saddest
mood ever. The white terracotta tiles had turn
to red already as the blood of her twin sister
and father had gushed out immensely. “No!”
She turned around and sighted her father
again. “Your…id..identity..tity..” he said and
gave up at once.
She never knew he could still speak, she held
on to his Ankara dress and shouted. She
turned to her twin sister too, she didn’t even
know which to hold, it was still like a dream.
She was breathing heavily, her cherished white
skirt had turned red, even her v-neck was
blood-stained. It really looked like the end.
Richard rose up from his brass full-sized bed
and yawned. He shook his head and yawned
again and stretched along. As he opened his
eyes fully, they caught the pieces of the
shattered mirror on the floor. He couldn’t pack
it up the night before.
He took a glance at his wounded hand and
raised his head to check what time it was. It
was six-thirty in the morning. He scratched
his head snd sank back into the bed.
As he sat, he stared at the picture of his sister
that was placed on the Sony Television which
was at a certain angle, facing the bed. His
room was not too big but it was well
decorated for him, by his friends. He didn’t
have time for decorating the room, all he did
was to enter into the room to either sleep or
The room was wallpapered in predominantly
christain calligraphies on the lavender walls.
It had two windows, adjacent to each other
and with a computer table which had a
swiveling lamp, placed on it. He had his shoe
rack at angle, near to his wardrobe and
checkered curtains. The room also had a small
gray bookshelf filled with some of his files and
diaries, a well rugged abode with a brown
“I think this alcohol worked out.” He said
softly as he laid his hand on his sister’s
picture and stared at it. Usually, he wouldn’t
sleep like he did, he did sleep for few hours
and use the remaining hours of the night to
cry or question God.
It would be a very nice thing to keep doing, if
that would scare his worries away. “Christina
Omolara.” He called her name softly and
smiled faintly. As he kept staring, his phone
“Hope there’s no problem again?” He asked
Stephanie as he picked up the call.
“She’s ill.” Steph replied Richard almost
“Again?” He asked as he looked terrible, down
in tears again. He flung the phone to the other
side of the bed and knelt on the floor as
usual. “Anaemia!” He burst out.
He stood on his feet at once and walked out of
his room, aiming to drive to his parent’s
house. He looked bellicose+1January 9, 2015 at 8:07 pm #126078ToniaMember
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Oh Pemisire! U got it rite. Money is d root of all evil. May God safeguard u with d case.0
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