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Chapter 1
Misplaced Identity

Noises, laughter, scream.
He opened his eyes. The expression that might be found on a man that had just woken is the grim expression, and this was the expression on his face. But he was not having such expression because it was typical of a person waking; rather, he was having the expression because he can’t help it, because he didn’t remember anything, anything about where he was, anything about himself, anything about what he did sometimes before.
The room of someone who is just waking is supposed to be his or her room, but he was sure he had never seen that room before in his life. The shoes should be his' ,but he can’t remember ever putting any of them on. Even the clothes on the hanger were his own but he can’t remember ever putting any of them on; not the shirt, neither the polos nor the trousers.
His phone vibrated and rang the moment he placed his back on the wall. He stopped breathing. Then, he started breathing very slowly, very slowly as he slowly scanned the room again. He can’t remember anything. Not a single thing and that annoyed him. He smacked his head.
He looked at his phone, which was still vibrating to see who the caller was.
‘My Love’
My love?
He didn’t have any love or did he? He picked the call
‘Hello, Jerry dear, how are you?’ The voice of a lady said, happiness radiating in her voice.
‘I’m fine…’ he said, then changed his mind, ‘I’m not fine… I’m not fine… Please who are you?’
‘Jerry, what are you saying?’
‘I don’t know you… I don’t know who you are’.
‘What are you saying, you don’t know me? Jerry, who is there with you?’
‘Here with me? Of course, nobody’, Jerry said. At the same time, one of the girls among the children playing outside the room snickered loudly.
‘Is that not the voice of a lady?’
‘Yes… No’
‘You are a liar…You are cheating on me’.
‘Cheating you? I don’t even know you’.
‘Me…? Shade?’
‘Shade’
‘Ah! Jerry, you are a pretender, and I know what to do for you’.
The call went off. Jerry stared at the phone with his mouth open widely as he his eyes darted from one part of the room to another. He smacked his head again.
‘Where am I?’
‘Who am I?’
‘What is wrong with me?’
He asked himself as he rose from the medium-size bed he was sleeping on. He was putting on a blue silk short, and a singlet. He stepped out of the bed on to the brown rug, examining the room absentmindedly.
‘What is wrong with me?’


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