EPISODE 35

“I don’t know how to!” Jemeh's head glided as he spoke.

“Look at me, Jem. Look at me!” she continued,“I’m fine now, the man is gone." She thought Jemeh was giving a full vent of his 
emotions in the violent outburst. 

From the onset, Gabriel had warned Jemeh on how much humans could create high and uncontrollable emotions in a spirit man like him, but Jemeh didn’t comprehend 
Gabriel’s admonition. He’d always believed he was flesh and blood anyway.

“Jemeh, please stop it, Jem, please…!” Amanda broke out in tears.

Jemeh heard her sob in his
unstable state; it was so coaxing, such that in a twinkle, the fireworks began to die down and tranquility started returning to Meverton Road and its neighbourhoods.

One hour after, rescuers  and anti-terrorist squads had stormed the area with different security equipments and personnel. Jemeh looked at the gravity of his destruction, many cars had been crushed, a building was still flaming and many people had been injured. He moaned, docked his head and lowered to the ground.

“Are you alright?” the voice of Amanda came from no where.

“Yes… yes, I am," Jemeh spluttered in a low voice without raising his head.

“Jem, ain’t yah fault, aye? We’ve got to leave."

“No, I’m too risky to be around you, please, go without me,” Jemeh spoke in a sob-consumed voice.

“Ain't leaving without you, get up and lets go. We gone sort things out."

When they got home, Jemeh told Amanda how all consuming and intoxicating 
the thing inside him became. He told her about Gabriel’s admonition. Amanda listened to his narrative in total silence. She was pleased with the part that revealed the strong feelings Jemeh had for her and felt rather safer with him, undermining what had happened about two hours ago. He explained how his inability to help her led to his frustration and felt a little
embarrassed to acknowledged that  watching Raymond play his role further intensified his
frustration which led to the outburst.

In Amanda’s bewilderment, she wondered what manner of man would have a plain heart, so straightforward, no secrets, a man who would apologise even when he could debate - such a man with the beauty of a child’s heart. She could imagine how beautiful his life was, and wished she was part of it.

“I’m really sorry for over reacting when I saw that man; Raymond. I’m not real and may never be. Look Manda, you need someone real in your life, you can’t continue this way with me. And I think that man is a good man, I’ll be watching. All I want is your happiness, Pompkin,” Jemeh spoke without looking at Amanda.

Amanda’s eyes poked out surprises. She had not heard her nickname for the past eighteen years. The name brought back the memories of her mother. Her eyes began to invite tears as she spoke.

“Jem, if you were in my head, how come you didn’t see da part that says I will never give up on you? Thanks for keeping my beautiful days of Pompkin alive.”

Jemeh lifted his eyes on Amanda, “If I could wipe those tears from those 
beautiful eyes, I would us my tongue, because they are like diamonds to me.”

Jemeh’s words lifted the dims in Amanda’s face.

“I’m sorry for not telling you, Jem.”

“Tell me what?”

“That I love you.”

“I Know already… it’s all spread out in your head. What else are you sorry about?"

“For being unable to help you.”

“And?”

“Hmm…and?”Amanda moved her eyes about.

“…and you should be more sorry for not telling me of the cancer that will be killing you in two days time,”Jemeh broke out of her navigation. "How could you do that to me?"

“Jem, I’m sorry for not telling you about it. I’ve been keeping it from everyone and I thought I should keep it from you da most. I didn't have to deep yah hurt.”

“I know the truth you speak of, Manda,” Jemeh said.

“Then lets not spend my last moments in anguish," Amanda said.

“On the contrary, my last moment!” said Jemeh.

“What do you mean?" Amanda asked with raised eyebrows.

“When I was inside you, I recalled the words of Gabriel. He once told me I had healing ability – a doze of it, and that’s what would be used to  bring me back to life if I would – ever get back to life. He however warned me against using it on someone 
else, as it was my only chance of ever returning to my body again,” Jemeh narrated.

“Tell me you didn’t do what I’m thinking."

“I’m not sorry I did. Your cancer’s gone, Manda.”

“You didn’t have to do that, Jemeh,” Amanda began to sob again as she flashed back on her anticipation to meeting Jemeh physically someday.

“I’ll die a million times again and again to see you well, Manda."

“Oh – Jem!"

“Get up, Pompkin. You don’t want to spend my last moments wailing, do you?.”

The evening was full of emotions. They decided to forget the odds and 
just chat and laugh, sharing their past, and it was surprising to Amanda when Jemeh launched into his past – a past beyond the Halloween party.

“Wow, good to have yah memories fully back.”

“Yeah… I now know how I got into that bed, and who crushed me. It all came back to me." he narrated on, "While I was inside you, the approaching truck struck my memories."

"Lemme know the monster that did this to you!” Amanda said as she got up from her seat.

TBC...

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EPISODE 36

Jemeh started, “I worked with Merit Plc and it all began there. Any idea of who 
Merit Walker is?” he asked Amanda.

“Yea… yea, he’s ma Dad,” Amanda spluttered in bewilderment.

Jemeh continued; his flashback had travelled down the time, when Mr. Anderson made him his Personal Assistant, just when he was getting used to working with Mr. Niyi. 

“My duty seems to change daily at the whim of my boss,” Jemeh had said to Chivera as they sat out for launch in their usual restaurant.

"Bof!” Chivera exclaimed in french, “Is it for good?”

“Emmm… maybe, but I was already used to working with Mr. Niyi, then the 
sudden change.”

“How about those pointless complaints by the orgy perfectionist about you? You know what, I think you complain too much.”

“He isn't as horrible as I painted him initially," Jemeh continued, "But how is it like,
working with Mr. Anderson?”

“Nase! I didn’t expect you to jitter about working with anyone here after all 
these time you’ve spent already. Well, Anderson is the coolest to work with around 
here. You got his back, you got no job insecurity problem, he’s the biggest fish here.”

“But I got no boobs,” Jemeh said with laughter.

“Wake up!” Chivera sighed, “Mr. Anderson is very professional.”

Chivera would need more evidence to convince Jemeh, not after the unprofessional intimacy he’d observed between her and the ‘biggest fish'.  Jemeh rationalized within himself just as the waiter brought their order.

“Watch what you’re doing, Miss!” Jemeh yelled a little aloud to bring back the 
young lady's attention from Chivera’s outfit.

“I’m sorry, sir,” the waiter said and left.

“Listen to me, Jemeh, your new position is an elevated one, you  should be 
happy.”

“That’s true though.”

“Yeah.”

Some minutes later when they finished up with their meals, Jemeh retired to his new office, which sat adjacent to Mr. Anderson's office, and took to Mr. Anderson in his office, the file he’d worked on the previous day.

“Mr. Dania,” Mr. Anderson called, as Jemeh was now standing, with a desk separating them.

“Sir!”Jemeh responded.

“You’ve been rescued from Niyi’s many troubles. Working as my PA, you’ve 
got to be very smart; your loyalty is not negotiable.”

“Alright, sir."

“Good, you may now leave to work on the other files."

Few months later, the rumour that the Chairman of the company; Merit Walker 
was coming from the States became trendy in the entire company. Only a few of the staffs had seen Walker before, as he visited once in every leap years and would stay up to a month before going back. For junior staffs like Jemeh, it was an opportunity to meet  the so much talked about business guru.

A week to Walker’s arrival, an event which generated a mixed reaction across all the departments of the company occurred: there was a management shake-up which affected Mr. Niyi. He was forced to resign actually as a result of some stacks that 
suddenly moulded up in his portfolio.

Two days to walker’s arrival, Jemeh sat snoozing in his office chair after a long 
rumination on Mr. Niyi’s unexpected exit, which somehow to him indicated job insecurity.

Niyi was a disciplined man, he’d taught Jemeh everything he now know about office handling, driving and so much more. He flashedback on Niyi’s words to him just before he exited the building - words of consternation.

“Gring!!! Gring!!!" Jemeh observed it was his new boss on the intercom.

“Hello, Sir.”

“Come at once.”

“Yes, Sir," Jemeh answered and hauled himself to Anderson office at once.

“Listen, Dania, the Chairmen is coming soon. I need you to tend to his office 
while he’s around.”

“Alright, Sir.”

“He doesn’t likes timidity,” Anderson asserted.“Well, I’m sure you can impress him - that’s why you’ve been chosen.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“That will be all for now, but see me after work. You’ll be accompanying me to Festac for a meeting.”
 
“Alright, Sir, but Festac meeting is scheduled for tomorrow.”

“I moved it up the roster.”

“Alright, Sir.”

TBC...



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" I lost my wallet," he said sadly.
instead,
"I lost my wallet," he said without looking up from the floor as he spoke.



"i said, get out of my house!" He shouted angrily and walked up to the stranger to drag him out.
instead,
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the exclamation mark has covered for 'shout' now, 'pointing his forefinger towards the man and matching to him without a break' simply show anger or warning that would likely lead to him being kicked out. But the interesting part of it is that, a vacuum is created for readers to explore and solve the riddle created by the writer. sometimes a reader can give it a better justification. The bottom line is that it engages readers and not spoonfeed them like the initial.

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EPISODE 37

The D-day finally came, everyone expected that a security van or some sort of security escort would accompany Walker from the airport but surprisingly, the multi million dollars business merchant drove himself all the way from the airport to the Island in a security challenged society. Walker walked straight to Anderson’s office and would have taken Anderson 
completely unaware, but for the quick correspondence from the company security men. The sight of Walker commanded respect irrespective of his body structure. Jemeh joined his 
boss as he jumped off his seat to welcome Walker, now standing before them.

Later that evening, a cocktail part was held to honour his arrival, and to introduce the new staffs admitted after his last visit. Jemeh’s attachment to Anderson made Walker to notice him just on time.

“Who’s this young man, Anderson?” Walker asked as Jemeh came to get a permit from Anderson through whispers.

“My PA, one of the new staffs.”

“Can I borrow him for my stay?”

“He’s all yours.”

The two men kept discussing the forth coming stakeholders meeting, as Jemeh left them in search of Chivera in the big hall. They barely had time to go out together for lunch these days - since he assumed his new responsibilities. He'd been working round the clock and sometimes would lost his weekend to work.

“Here you are, Miss Frenchy!” Jemeh gently held Chivera by the waist from behind. “I’ve looked for you, everywhere!”

“Moche! Watch those fingers, Monsieur!” Chivera whirled around and faced Jemeh. “...because they might become too attracted.”

”Hahaha! where’s your homeboy?” Jemeh asked Chivera, referring to the young man that had been hovering around her. 

“I lost him to the crowd.” Chivera answered and asked back, “And where’s your boss?”

“I sold him to Mr. Chairman.”

“Nul!” Chivera snapped. “You can’t sell him!”

“Hey, what’s that for? You don’t have to call me an idiot, I was just kidding!"

“Then, I was kidding too."

Chivera’s strong defence  and backings of Mr. Anderson  was stronger than a working relationship, Jemeh ruminated, he'd find out sooner or later. 

Jemeh had met a handful of stakeholder of the public liability company and was Astonished to know that some of them were just about his age. His drive for success had increased instantaneously as he shared same hall with the la-di-da. 

Jemeh started reporting directly to Walker after the party. At first, there were traces of anxiety in him, but faded very fast. Anderson didn’t fully relieved him off his duties – he still had him running errands for him, and in most of their conversations, Anderson 
would remind him that he was just on a temporal assignment with the Chairman, and had promised him success in his career as long as he would remain loyal. Jemeh wondered why Anderson kept talking about loyalty as if he wasn’t loyal enough. His tedious duties had turned him into an official slave with thick salary hung around his neck as chains. He'd been running errands without rationalizing – he was broken. Solaced by his new fat salary he'd been until one afternoon when he was invited by Anderson to his office.

“Mr. Dania, by now, you should know that diplomacy rules the cooperate world.”

Jemeh nodded even though he didn’t understand what exactly Anderson was driving at.

“Please have your seat.” Mr. Anderson motioned him to the seat opposite him.

“Thank you, Sir." Jemeh sat down.

“I would need you to bring out a document from the chairman’s office.”

“What  document, Sir?” Jemeh inquired, adjusting in his seat.

“I will let you see a photo sample of it.”

Mr. Anderson brought out an A4 sized paper in black and white from his drawer. 

TBC....

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EPISODE 38

“You must understand the ambiguity of my position, Mr. Dania,” Anderson said
in order to calm any inquisitiveness his task would likely spring up.

“I do, Sir.”

“Here!” Anderson handed the document over to Jemeh for full inspection.

The document looked so unusual. It’d so much stamps and signatures.

“Have
you come across it before?"

“No, Sir.”

"I need you to dig out the original copy."

Though Anderson had succeeded in putting Jemeh in an awkward position, he was still able to ask a few questions.

“So, I’m stealing the document?” Jemeh asked.

“Very smart!" Anderson adjusted in his seat.“This is why you’re my
Personal Assistant.”
He beamed a faint smile.

Jemeh’s body temperature suddenly rose beyond normal as he mentally counted the number of surveillance cameras he’d encountered in Walker’s office.

"...outsmart them, can’t you?” Anderson said, when Jemeh voiced the number of cameras to Anderson.

Anderson had a way of making risky situations looked palatable. After all said and
done, it looked he was able to buy Jemeh over with his promise of monetary gifts and job
security.

“So, Sir, where exactly is the document? The office is quiet spacious.”

“That’ the hardest of the task, like I said, you’ll have to search for it.”

“Alright, Sir, I’ll do my best?”

“Your very best, because this task is highly classified."

“I understand, Sir.”

“Good!”

Jemeh got home that night, laid on the bed - sleepless; his mind had been whirling from all that had
happened back in the office. Instinctively, he could see trouble looming on the horizon.
What if he got caught? He got up and sat propped against the pillows to the headboard slat.

Jemeh trusted in Chivera during the weekend over the burning issue and
Chivera as predicted by him, advised him to play an accomplice to Anderson’s so
called classified task. There was no more counsel for him, he just looked forward to the
ordeal of the coming week.

Monday came rather too soon, Jemeh took off to work half-heartedly. When he got to
Anderson’s office that morning, he met Walker having a discussion with Anderson. Walker
handed over his office keys to him for his daily routine. There was so much to be
done in file-sorting and rearrangement, but Walker would do that himself or be present when that was being done. Jemeh was the only one in the entire company having access to the
office in Walker's absence, not even Anderson. As Jemeh set out to exit the office, Anderson gave him a
wink; a signal to take his time to comb the office for the document, while he would hold Walker captivated in conversations.

Walker’s office occupied about one-third of the entire floor. It had a
reception of its own. As Jemeh stood at the entrance, his eyes had taken in the actual
dimension of the office. He exhaled heavily, as he stood perplexed – not knowing
where and how to began the hunt without being caught by the eyes of the snarling cameras. His head began
to spin, the office perhaps and the cameras glint suddenly turned a monstrous stares that almost made him ran out of the office. He wasn’t seeing clearly anymore, he was choking, he was
about turn back for some air when suddenly, the lights began to flicker. It was so fortunate in such a
time. Jemeh’s eyes lighted-up all at once. He rushed to the chairman’s seat as the light went off
again and sat. He observed that the drawers lined up along the curved desk were all
locked. The lights came up again, he raised his head and started dusting the desk.

Again, the lights went off, that was when he observed fully beneath the desk: each of the drawers had a spy camera attached beneath its extended roof. He raised his head. Rivulets
of sweat ran down his face in the chilling office as his eyes began to dance to the rhythm of his heartbeat. He prayed
Anderson was able to buy him more time as he kept dusting what was not dusty.

When the lights went out again this time, Jemeh took a paper-tape and paste on the eye
of the camera, then he began to test one key at a time from the bunch for a match. For each drawer, he would blindfold the eye of the camera before inserting the key.

“Are you okay, Youngie?” Walker asked from the office entrance.

Jemeh put up a composure and turned, recognizing the voice to be Walker’s. “Yes,
Sir, except I slept late last night,”
he lied.

“Party or girls?” Walker whined, moving closer to Jemeh who was already on his feet.

Jemeh smiled with no verbals.

“C’mon and help me with something over here!" Walker was now by the book shelves. (The lights now stabilized)
“You haven’t emptied the bin?” Walker’s eyes wondered to the waste basket beside the shelves

“Oh, I’m sorry, Sir… the unstable lights distorted me.”

Some minutes later, Jemeh joined Anderson in his office. Anderson had caught
the jitters already - Jemeh found him upstanding with a look of unrest beaming up his
face as he gave the door a steady gaze, as if waiting for someone to walker in.

“Hmm!” Anderson exhaled heavily as his eyes beheld Jemeh. “You're good?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir," Jemeh answered.

A dark smile crossed Anderson’s face.

“I’m sorry, Sir."

“What!” Anderson exclaimed, squeezing his face - this mission can't be failed!

“I’m sorry, sir," Jemeh reaffirmed as if he had heard Anderson's inner voice.

TBC...

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Hmm, hmmm

EPISODE 39

“Leave my office!” said Anderson.

Jemeh left the office without a word, but with two things hanging in his mind: If the cameras caught him snooping around in the office, he’d expose Anderson; and if Anderson fired him for his incompetence, he’d expose 
him as well.

Afterwards, Anderson started seeing Jemeh as a snitch – maybe he was just 
over sensitive about the whole situation. Jemeh however was acting as cool as possible, awaiting the dreadful. Walker was his usual self. Jemeh kept waving his observations, still awaiting the ordeal, but was shocked to 
his marrow by the conversations that escaped from Chivera’s office three days later, and even though they didn’t mention his name, he needed no prophet to tell he was in the box.

“… Pere, I told you before, he’s too soft for this operation,” a female voice, 
which Jemeh decoded to be Chivera’s spoke.

“Nul!...he gave up our one good chance, maybe our only chance," the male voice groaned.

“What're we gonna do now, Papa?”the female asked.
 
The male voice was Anderson’s, Jemeh needed no reaffirmation. So, it’d been a father – daughter affair... hmm! Jemeh pondered and listened on.

“Since he’d turned out to be a threat to us, there’s only one but ugly way out of this mess,” the man spoke in a dark voice.“I diot è tre execute!”

Jemeh’s brain was thundered. He began to count his steps backwards. Even though he was an illiterate in French language, he understood the last word, ‘execute'. His heart began 
to quake, but with the heart of a man, he mustard and subjected his ears to hearing again.

“What if you just send him away, Papa?”

“And what if he snitches on us to the Chairman?”

“Bof!”

“Do as I’ve said, we’ll switch over to plan B.”

“Take Amanda Walker hostage?"

“Yes!”

The name ‘Amanda Walker’ range a bell. The girl Jemeh had met some months ago at the Halloween party.
“Yes! She goes by those names,” Jemeh said under his breath. “Could she  be the Chairman’s daughter?”There wasn’t really much time to think, Jemeh rationalized quickly and started for the  elevator to take himself out the building, then look for a way to contact Amanda from the address she gave him at the party. He rushed to the subway where he’d packed his car. If only he knew he’d been dinning with the Devils, he cried deeply within himself as his peering eyes navigated 
his surroundings.

Approaching his car, a man in dark-blue overall, holding a toolbox walked past 
him. He gave the man a quick interrogative stares over his shoulder and increased his Pace. On getting to his car, he gave it a quick observation, it was intact. He took out his car key to be inserted in the key hole, but it fell off his weak grip. As he lowered to the ground to pick up the key, he could see greasy stains at the base of the front tyres. He raised his head and looked around the quiet passage. His mind flew back to the man with the toolbox. There was no better way to explain the scenario than to think the man had tampered with his car breaks. In all this, his eyes showed not the real fear that was deep inside him. In a twinkle, he started moving out of the subway, looking here and there as he walked. 

He was the only staff that usually parked at that location, the car park was big enough to accommodate his car notwithstanding. No time for self castigation he thought as he kept on moving in unsteady steps. He would needed a taxi to get out of the vicinity at once, but the Uber taxi he’d called seconds ago would take five more minutes to arrive; it was closest available at that point in time. Five minutes became fifty minutes, as he waited in haste, then he decided to move out to the road, a little away from the office building.

As he walked along the road side, he could hear the chug of a car engine behind him. He looked back, but the stationed car had stopped talking, only to resume humming when he turned back. Jemeh turned alarmed and decided to
cross over to the other  side of the road with an immediate alacrity. As he waited the cars to obey the pedestrians crossing signs, the sound drew closer; a meter close and accelerating behind him. He looked back only to be swept off his feet into the sky. It was so sudden that the only pain he felt was like the piecing of a needle – before his lights went out.
 
The lacuna between life and death was smaller than the size of an atom – so was the transition. 

The flashback was such a vivid one, Amanda looked up at Jemeh with great pity and fear.

“So many cruel people in the world,” she said in a low voice.

TBC...

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