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| Re: Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014 by repogirl(f): 1:54pm On Nov 21, 2014 |
CHAPTER 03 A TOTAL RECALL WRITTEN BY REPOGIRL TWO YEARS AGO 2:15 A.M Tonia was in some sort of trouble and he feared he wouldn’t get to her in time. When her call came in thirty minutes ago, Rimi was half asleep having dozed off while watching a movie. He wondered in his groggy state what it was she wanted that late in the night as she only called him when she needed something. He hadn't seen her for a few days and her door had been padlocked so he assumed she had travelled The hushed and apprehensive tone of her voice sent shivers through him, snapping him awake in a second. “Rimi, please get down to my office...I don’t know what to do.... there’s something going on.... There are some people here .....Please hurry!” She said before cutting him off. Hurriedly he found something to wear, hopping on to the first available cab he found and when they ran into some traffic which had been at a standstill, he’d jumped out and proceeded on foot. Jogging at a steady pace,the shop only a few blocks away. “Oh God, let her be alright.” He kept repeating to himself as he approached the place, he wasn't religious because one pastor had lied to him about being born into a line of prophets who saw things through dreams but during his varsity years he had failed one too many exams because of the hogwashed dreams. From then he had decided to stop believing that rubbish, but he found himself muttering the short prayer over and over again, hoping if there was a God out there somewhere, he would keep the love of his life safe. They might be at loggerheads most of the time but he didn’t know what he would do if she came to any harm. For most of his life he had been a loner, having lost both parents at an early age. An aunt had taken him in but she’d become ill when he’d hit his teens. A long dragging sickness that had slowly eaten at her until she’d passed on in his final year at the university. Not long after that he had met Uche. They had met during their youth corps and had hit it off immediately as friends. They'd shared something in common as his father who lived in Double R town had also been going through that dradded disease; cancer, the same disease which had claimed the life of his aunt. Unlike Uche, Rimi wasn't as outgoing, when they hung out, Uche was usually the life of the party while Rimi preferred to hang back. Mysterious and broody, Uche liked to call him. Uche had a way with people and was good at getting them to part with their money, he called it his 'talent'. Rimi and Uche were polar opposites, where Rimi believed in hardwork, Uche was more about the quick buck. Rimi laboured all day to make an honest living but Uche thought up some quick scam or the other to make quick bucks off poor unsuspecting people. Aside his dark goodlooks, Uche was equipped with a sharp intellect, most times outwitting Rimi in the simplest of things. Rimi had often lost money of which he didn’t even have to bet with Uche but the two still remained great friends. Whenever Uche got into trouble which was almost always, it was Rimi who helped him out. Uche was the brains while he was the brawn. Both of them had been unable to secure jobs and shared a self contain apartment which they could ill afford. He and Uche were as close as some brothers, putting whatever they made together to pay the rent and buy groceries. They even shared each other’s clothing, just that morning Uche had worn Rimi’s favourite shoes he’d planned on wearing to work, the black metal capped shoes, he’d saved up for months to buy but that hadn’t been much of a problem, he had managed another old shoe in its place. It was in their rundown compound Rimi had met Antonia, the most beautiful, stunning lady he had ever set his eyes upon. He’d just been coming back from one of his menial jobs he had just finished doing when he’d seen her struggling with some luggage as she’d newly been moving into the vacant room next to theirs. He’d been so lucky to have seen her first. It had been in the afternoon, none of the other guys had been around and he knew they wouldn’t have hesitated to pounce on such a beauty. She was tall, smoothly dark skinned with a svelte figure to die for. Rimi hadn’t hesitated to advance on such a beauty, he couldn’t afford to waste time as other guys in the neighbourhood were serious threats. He'd assisted with her bags that day and had been chasing after her since. As was the female style she rebuffed his advances but he’d remained persistent,doing little things for her and trying to make her see reason why he was the one for her. He’d warned the other guys from coming close to her and they had complied, for what Rimi didn’t possess in brains, he did in brawn. He was tall,a towering six feet five with an athletic body toned from hours of indulging in one menial labour or the other. The only guy who was allowed to hang around Tonia aside him was his closest friend, Uche for Rimi trusted only him. Believing he would get her in the end, he’d played the part of a good friend to her. Always there to help with anything, he also tried advising her but being strong willed and highly opinionated, she was never in agreement with him. They fought most of the time, one hot fight he recalled was when she had gone ahead to befriend that thug of a politician, Brown Dino. It had cut him real deep but Uche had persuaded him, telling him it was only a means to an end for her. Girls like Tonia wouldn’t settle for a broke guy like him when wealthy men knocked at their door. If he earned more money, Tonia might see reason to be with him. Rimi hadn't liked it but he'd lived with it while still hoping to win her affections someday soon. He had been working really hard to meet that goal and finally, some weeks back he had gotten a job with a construction firm as an assistant supervisor on a site, if he did really well he could be promoted to supervisor and then he would move out from that shi't hole of an apartment into a slightly more agreeable place, he was quite sure Tonia would notice him then. First he had to make sure she was well. Finally at the building now, all seemed eerily quiet. The building was dark and not a light was on outside, the sign on the plexiglass said 'Closed'. Knocking on the front door lightly, he awaited a response of which none came. Bringing out his phone he dialled her number again for the umpteenth time and got the same 'switched off ' voice prompt. Frowning, he wondered what in the world could be happening. Could he call the police? “No, that would take too long.” he decided. Knocking once again against the doors with no reply he went for the handle and turned it. To his utmost surprise the door slid open, urging him into the dark show room.That wasn’t right, the doors were not supposed to be unlocked at this time. He knew he should call the cops but he couldn’t wait while something happened toTonia. Creeping in as slowly and lightly, he made for the back office where he could see some sort of dim illumination noting that the pieces in the showroom were all gone, they were probably moving things around. He had visited Tonia at work a few times to know he was going into the direction of the strong room which housed valuable items not presently on display. The offices were deserted as they should be at that time of the night and he found the light was coming from the strong room itself. Now that wasn’t right, the room was always locked and only a handful of employees had the combination to its lock, Tonia had told him so. “What the hell?” he muttered finding the room open and empty, the shelves were all bare. What exactly had happened there? Looking down, near his feet he saw an exquisitely made gold necklace with a gold star shaped pendant. Reflexively, he squatted and picked it up but before he could straighten up, he saw a movement from his side eye. Someone else was in the room. It was probably the shock at suddenly realising he hadn't been alone afterall, but he’d been too slow to react. He couldn't defend himself against the sharp blow to the back of his head. He felt his head explode in a pain so great, his knees buckled and he dropped in a crumbled heap on the floor. Being a strong guy, he willed his body to obey him. Despite the pain he tried using his hands to prop himself up but they had turned to jelly refusing to support him. His vision seemed blurry and he felt faint but he willed himself not to give into unconsciousness. His blurry eyes made out the feet of his attacker, who approached him slowly. Something about the shoes, they were familiar and he tasked his severely aching head to recall them. Was this how Tonia had been killed? Was this how he was going to die? “Please...” He managed a plea, his voice strange to his own ears as he felt a warm liquid trickle down his ear. His head throbbed painfully, like the mother of all migraines, and his vision got even more blurry, he was succumbing to unconsciousness when another sharp pain exploded in his skull, knocking him out cold but not before he had placed his attackers shoes, they were his black metal capped shoes. “I remember,” He whispered opening his eyes slowly, suddenly staring at the prettiest doe eyes he had seen in a really long while. It was the lady with the necklace, and now it dangled quite close to his face as she was leaning toward him, a worried frown creasing her brows. Had he passed out? He wondered realising he was not in the most flattering of positions, lying with his back to the ground. Struggling to clear his muddled mind, He sat up. “Are you alright?” She asked, her voice light, tinged with a bit of an accent. “I think so, what happened?” He asked his eyes falling back to her cleavage, where the necklace fit so snuggly. That little thing had brought the memories flooding in and he must have lost consciousness. He wondered if it was the same one he had seen that night or a replica. It sure looked pretty similar. “You fainted.” She replied, her voice dragging his eyes up to her face. she was dainty in her features, innocent looking doe eyes, a pert nose leading to small but full lips which his gaze lingered upon a tad longer than necessary, framed by a heartshaped face, while luscious dark hair fell effortlessly to her shoulders. She was pretty but he supposed any female would look pretty to him as he’d been locked away for quite a while. An image of Tonia flashed through his mind and he recollected the day of his sentencing. She had been there..... she had been there with Uche.....and suddenly, another vision of metal capped shoes flashed and he remembered again what had really occurred in the store. Uche, that rat bastard! But then anybody could have worn those shoes, Uche wouldn't be that foolish to commit such a heirnous crime with the victim's shoes. “Can he get up?” A male voice asked and he looked up, noticing for the first time the little crowd in the restaurant all looking down at him but not brave enough to come close. Only the pendant lady had dared to, they probably feared he had ebola. Deciding he'd entertained them enough he shuffled to his feet, pendant lady rising up with him. He had to find Tonia, goodness only knew the lies Uche had fed her with all this time. There must have been a murderous look on his face because the pendant lady asked again “You're sure you are fine?” The little crowd had begun dispersing as there wasn’t much else to see now. “Yes, I think so.....” he replied his gaze drawn to the pendant again, “Please may I ask, .... where did you get that necklace from?” Her eyes went down to look at it, she held it up “My necklace?” She asked and he nodded “A few years back at Adam’sPearls.” His eyes shot up, that was where Tonia had worked “Adams Pearls?” He repeated stupidly. “Is there a problem?” she asked. “Umm.. no.” He said hurriedly dashing for the exit before remembering his manners, he turned, “Thanks for the help.” He called back, to which she nodded. ******** Zainab had waited a long time for this day. She had looked forward to that moment when she would meet the man who had her father and only surviving parent at the time gruesomely murdered. It hadn't been enough stealing everything he had, he'd had to kill the man who had already been plunged into huge debt. The news had left her stunned and in shock for a few days. Two years after and she still hadn't been able to move on from it. It had been of little comfort that the killer was in jail but when she'd heard he was being released on the grounds of amnesia, she'd gone mad with anger. He was a killer, a thief and they were going to just let him walk away? No way that was happening. She had decided to take matters into her own hands. She had never killed anyone before, but her father's death had hit her really hard and since the justice system seemed to be slacking, she was prepared to send the perpetrator down into hell all by herself. Resigning her job in another state she had moved back home, taken up a lower paying job with the Industrial Bank and began target and shooting practice at the local shooting range. She had proved a fast learner, surprising the instructor, unknown to him she always imagined the dummy target as the man who had murdered her father. She had waited in the restaurant knowing he would show up. It was the usual meet up place for released convicts waiting to be picked up by friends or family. She believed he would be there to meet with someone. Also, it wasn't rocket science to know the first thing someone locked up for a while would want was good food. The prison's cafeteria didn't offer much options aside beans, she had heard. He hadn't met with anyone but had chosen to eat and just as she had thought, her plan had worked. She'd had a feeling he would be drawn to the necklace as it had been the item found clutched in his hand at the store. She had worn it to get his attention but she hadn't been prepared at him passing out at the sight of it. She thought she had killed him and had rushed to his side as he'd fallen to the ground. He hadn't died, just in some kind of shock, muttering some unintelligent words before he had come to. Zainab had studied him in those few minutes. He was a big guy, dark with rough features, he'd probably look better if he had a shave. Was this the face of a murderer?” she had wondered for a fleeting second before he had opened his eyes. Deep set, he had held hers for a brief second before she had asked if he was alright. His behaviour had been quite strange and not exactly in accordance with the profile of a thief and murderer. His eyes had kept going back to the necklace as if scared it would jump and attack him. He really didn't seem like the brute she'd made him up to be in her mind. The man seemed confused but could it all be an act? Why would he be acting when he didn't even know who she was? He had thanked her for goodness sake! She was presently in her car, following the cab he'd taken and it seemed they were en route to her late father's store. The place was deserted now, the banks had claimed the building, intending to sell it to cover her father's debts. So far they hadn't been successful, the place had been left to gather dust now. He would be in for a shocker when he got there, she thought glancing at her handbag sitting on the floor of the passenger seat. In it was a gun that had belonged to her father, It would be her parting gift to him, confused or no. ******* CHAPTER THREE ENDS 15 Likes 2 Shares |
| Re: Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014 by TemitopeDaniel(m): 6:01am On Nov 23, 2014 |
CHAPTER FOUR. A WONDERFUL DREAM. WRITTEN BY TEMITOPE DANIEL Zainab was presently in her car, following the cab Rimi had taken and it seemed they were en route to her late father's store. The place was deserted now, the banks had claimed the building, intending to sell it to cover her father's debts. So far they hadn't been successful, the place had been left to gather dust now. Rimi would be in for a shocker when he got there, Zainab thought glancing at her handbag sitting on the floor of the passenger seat. In it was a gun that had belonged to her father, it would be her parting gift to him, confused or not. She marched on the accelerator and cleared the short distance between her car and the cab Rimi was in. She looked so exasperated and her mind was already inured to killing Rimi. She had been nodding her head, thinking Rimi's look was just to make her think he was confused, but to her, she felt that was just cooked up. She would definitely end his story like he ended that of her dear father. She was indurated and wouldn't back off that minute. She didn't know when the tears rolled down her cheeks when she remembered how the news was told to her. She just left the ward of a young man who was suffering from Nephritis that day when her phone buzzed and she heard an officer's voice. As a nurse which she was then, in one of the mightiest hospitals in Lamuti, she had been checking on the man every hour and decided to rest when she got the bombshell. She instantly lost control. Her dear father, dead? She kept wondering as she slumped and was rushed up by fellow nurses that were on duty. Though, she was a rich man's daughter, she just liked to practice what she felt was her dream. She liked nurses and had always said she would become a nurse in a mighty hospital. After she got the job, the disaster followed. The other nurses were running helter and skelter to help her out of her problem. One of them quickly made a mouth-to-mouth respiration on her as she was carried to a ward and laid on the bed. It was such an indelible experience to her. She wished she could just force the tears back, but she just kept crying as she remembered that. She did call him her dear father and to her father, she was his darling daughter. "You won't get away with this." She breathed heavily as she kept her eyes on the vehicle and they kept going. "No one else will get you but me, I'll surely annihilate your life." **** Rimi was in the cab too, still remembering how everything went that night again. He remembered Tonia's words again “Rimi, please get down to my office...I don’t know what to do.... there’s something going on.... There are some people here .....Please hurry!” He felt so sad, he was full of angish as his mind struck the black metal capped shoes too. There were his! He clapped his hands together and quickly took a look at other passengers to know if he wasn't causing a scene in the car, since that had been much of him since him since he left Kalakuta Prison. He noticed no one was looking at him and was downcast. He couldn't stop thinking till he remembered the star gold pendant. It was the pendant he was taking a look at when he was hit from behind. He was thinking of getting the pendant for Tonia, he never knew Tonia was the one who had set him up. He sobbed quietly as he raised his head slowly when the car halted. He paid the cab driver and came down from the vehicle. He saw the tall building and remembered how he got down from a cab that day, jogging till he got to the front of the building. He walked closer to the building and pressed the handle of the door, it was locked. He walked around and to the back of the building, still wondering why Tonia and Uche could have done that to him. He never did anything bad, why would they have gotten him into that trouble? He almost started crying again when he turned around and met Zainab behind her. She was pointing the gun at him. She was savage and on her mettle. He shivered. That was the lady he just saw, she was the one! He looked at her closely as his mouth was opened in shock and his two hands were raised up. He could see Zainab crying as she pointed the gun at him, breathing heavily. "You... you killed my father... you killed my dear Dad, you killed Mr Adamu.." "No.. please.." Rimi continued shivering as tears dropped down his cheeks. "I didn't kill anyone, I.. I .. I actually don't know... I don't know anything.." He stuttered. "You took everything away from us, you took my father's wealth and killed him.. I know you're not who you have painted yourself. You killed.. my fa.." she kept weeping. "Please.. it was Uche.. it was Uche and Tonia, I was set up.. believe me.. please, I never killed.. I didn't kill your father.. I should be able to lead you to where they can be.." Is he saying the truth? He had been so sad since he got here, he's been wondering where he had seen this pendant before, is he really amnesiac? She had thought as she moved closer to him. She had hardened her heart like an iron, she felt he was just lying to her. "It was Tonia. She called me and told me there was a problem, I was put in the dark, I never knew they had planned, the two were the ones that robbed.. I was hit by my best friend.. please, I know nothing." He couldn't stop crying. He was just imagining her pulling the trigger, he remembered how the rapist was being electrocuted in Kalakuta Prison, none of the deaths was preferable. "Believe me, please." He wept. Zainab felt for him. She could see his reaction too. If he really stole, why was he met inside the room? She shook her head again in disbelief. What if he just came with his accomplices and he was betrayed? She had thought again. "Please... I was called by Tonia to come and rescue her from some people when I was bashed from behind, I know nothing.." Zainab tried to stop her tears but it got so laborious for her to do. She didn't feel well at all. Could Rimi be telling her what really happened? She had no real answer yet. Still swallowing hard, her index finger that was shaking unremmentingly pulled the trigger accidentally and the gun went off. Rimi fell to the ground at once. **** As Antonia would always say, whoever said that money can't buy happiness, simply didn't know where to go shopping. She liked it when she looked perfectly dressed up like she presently was, dressed in a way everyone who passed her side would have to take a second look. She believed after getting rich, one should always look distinguished. She walked in front of Uche, clad in a yellow dress with thin spaghetti straps. The dress looked so beautiful on her dark, milky skin, with faint bands that went down accross her bre*sts, giving it an alluring look. Uche hurried and helped Tonia bring out a tucked-in chair. "Sit, My Princess." He said with a smile. Tonia loved it whenever he called her his princess. She would wonder if she really looked like one, or Uche was just trying to impress her. He wouldn't, why would he even wheedle her? She knew he really loved her so much and wouldn't tease her at all. Though, it'd been a while he called her his Princess, but it seemed he was just getting too ecstatic concerning his unborn baby. She sat slowly as she pulled down the tip of her gown. The hem of the gown just stopped short off her knees and had a chiffon skirting, gentle frills descending from the band. She wore big flaxen earrings and tawry wedge shoes. She was really beautiful, just as if an angel wore them. Uche took in a long breath as he sat down on the sheer slipcovers chair which was on other side of the round pedestal based table. "I know you feel so happy that you'd be father soon." She winked. He chuckled. "I'm just happy that I'll soon be shouting at a kid to sit down there! Come here! and many more." Both laughed. "Anyways, I'm happy this is happening. It's over two years now that we moved in, but now, God is working." "Just tell me what you'd love to eat and drink, Uche is here to do the needful." "Menu, please." Tonia protracted her hand at the waiter and ordered for the two of them on seat. "We should have a toast." Uche stroke his beard. Tonia grinned as she shrugged. "That's another thing. I just feel I'm now complete." "Don't you know that after sending an enemy to a place of no return, getting all we want, we should be left with unlimited enjoyment like this." "I've been thinking of the name to give to the child. If he's a boy, I'll name him Raymond or Richard." "No! We won't name him any name that has 'R' at the beginning. I don't want my son to be as dull as Rimi." He chuckled. Tonia laughed. "Alright, no problem. I think people whose names start with letter R are usually like Rimi, dull and brainless." They both laughed as the waiter came around and served them. **** Zainab was so shocked. She didn't mean to shoot Rimi at all. The gun dropped from her hand instanter as she rushed closer to him, now shivering more. "Rimi.." She called his name as she looked into his eyes and could still feel his pulse. He was still alive. The gun just grazed his arm and the wound was nothing much. Notwithstanding, she felt pity as Rimi started weeping again. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry.." She kept saying as she helped him up. The pitch of Rimi's voice had dropped down as he still managed to speak admist the pain. "I didn't kill anyone, I was... framed up." He said and breathed as if he just accomplished a big task. "Don't say anything, it will tire you out and don't worry, I'll help you out." She looked into his eyes and helped him to her car. She kept taking a short look at him till she got back to the track. "We can't visit the hospital, it's dangerous." Rimi told her. "Yes, I know. I'm taking you to my house for treatment." She replied him. Rimi took a close look at her. "Treatment?" "Yes. I was once nurse before being a bank manager." She said and sped on. Rimi thanked his goodness. As he was shot, he thought he was dead already. He never knew Zainab was that caring, he could see it in her eyes. He prayed something better would happen next, if not, he could just die of the pains he had been enduring for two years. But, he still couldn't stop remembering Tonia and Uche. He would definitely get them, he had thought. "Hope you're okay?" Zainab looked at him. He smiled faintly. "I'm fine, thanks." "I'm really sorry about this, we'll get home soon." She seemed to be calm now. "Thanks." Rimi replied, holding on to his arm. **** Officer Caleb walked into his living room. He wondered why the door wasn't locked. He just hissed, that was too minute to wonder on, unlike all he heard Rimi say to Zainab. He made sure he shadowed him to Adam's Pearls to know if he would actually remember anything. It was a big shock seeing Zainab point the gun at Rimi. Had thought that it was just a mere threat, she only wanted to know the other accomplices. Though, he was very impatient from where he stood. He felt like approaching Zainab to stop all that she was doing, but he had the belief that she wouldn't shoot Rimi. He wanted to rush to them when he heard the gunshot, but he felt something kept pulling him back. He had heard the names- Uche and Tonia and glad that Rimi said he would take her to where he thought they might be. It was such a big relief when he saw Rimi still alive. The bullet had just grazed his arm and hadn't left a serious wound to worry about. He made sure he followed them to Zainab's house before turning back. At least he knew where he was already. But, something was still getting him confused. He remembered he saw Kassim as he walked out of the eatery to continue trailing Rimi, both also saw each other while he was in hiding, watching Zainab and Rimi. As he was leaving Zainab's place, he saw Kassim's back view again and remembered that he had seen the same person twice already. Why is he after him? He wondered, squinting his face. Just then, Evelyn walked into the living room and thudded down the sofa. Caleb just looked at her briefly, probably wondering why she came to the living room and did as if she didn't see him. For days, he'd trying to know what the problem was but she never answered him. He was a caring and responsible husband to her and couldn't remember ever doing something wrong to her. Why did she change all of a sudden? He sighed as he stood up. "If you won't greet me, I'm going to greet you. By the way, I'm really hungry, what can I eat?" "Your food is on the dining table." Evelyn replied him without even looking at him. Caleb just walked to the dining table and sat down. He was hungry already and couldn't eat in the restaurant he shadowed Rimi to, maybe because he felt the food might be a source of distraction. The drink was a better choice. Even if Evelyn wouldn't be free with him, he thought she should just prepare him delicious meals. He opened the covered plate and met it empty. His eyes widened as he whisked to his feet. "What on earth is wrong with this woman?" He muttered under his breath as he walked to the living room. "Evelyn, what's the meaning of this nonsense?" "I will keep on doing that if it will take you ten years to get a criminal!" Evelyn brushed to her feet too. "What are you talking about? Why have you been like this?" "I won't change my ways until you get that criminal. It's two years already, I have been expecting you to lift the trophy that you've gotten the criminals, you always keep coming home with various excuses. I m fed up!" She blustered. She had been a serious nagger over years and did henspeck him to get Rimi and his accomplices so that he would be promoted. She had slowly developed into a problematic wife because of Rimi's case. "Woman, I am trying my best!" "Your best is not enough, Caleb! If you have been promoted last year, don't you know you should be receiving a double salary already?" "But we still live, we haven't died, have we? What if these criminals didn't commit this crime, what would you have done?" "At least, they have committed the crime already. You keep telling me amnesia, I need to look good too, I need to make hairstyles in vogue, I need to Behind up too!" Caleb chuckled. "You this woman, I have always given you all you've always wanted. At least I gave you the money to make this hairstyle on this head of yours some weeks back, you always look good, what else?" "I want to make another hairstyle. Infact, the one in vogue." Caleb dipped his hand into the pocket and brought out some money. "This is ten thousand naira, get another hairstyle done. So, I want my food." "What are you talking about? I want to make Brazilian hairstyle not any rubbish." "So? Even if it leaves Brazil and it travels to Togo, I have given you the money already." "Why are you playing around, Caleb? This is not even up to the amount I'll use to get the weavon now." "Woman, name your price, How much!" He clapped his hands together as he brought out the remaining 'change' in his pocket. "Original weavon that will make you keep admiring me is One Hundred and fifty thousand naira." Caleb's eyes jacked up, it seemed he didn't hear her very well. **** RIMI. Zainab has extracted the bullet from my skin already and everything was getting better. When last did a soft and gentle hand touch my skin? I don't think there's such thing in Kalakuta Prison. That place is just a portion of hell fire on earth. Even though I was feeling the pain as she helped me remove the bullet, I was still concerned about her soft hands. I raised my head slowly and my eyes caught her pretty face. She was tall, light and blessed with glabrous skin. I don't even know where she had been all the while I was running after Tonia. I think imagining her beauty is making my heart feel lighter because I have been overwhelmed with the thought of Uche and Tonia earlier. For her to have rescued me from death and still sit by my side, I think she now believes I am not part of the evil clique. I just keep glimpsing at her and taking my eyes off her quickly so that she wouldn't suspect me. I have done that severally till I slept off. I now believe that whatever you keep thinking of, before you sleep might be the one you will dream of, while sleeping. I saw myself already dancing with Zainab in my dream, we went to cinemas and walked hand-in-hand together. As we walked on, I wanted to talk to her and moved my right hand closer to her shoulder. I never knew I was truly moving my right hand in real sense until I felt that my hand landed on a soft place and I opened my eyes quickly from my dream. My hand as already on her shoulder. ** ** END OF CH.4 20 Likes 8 Shares |
| Re: Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014 by Therock5555(m): 10:50pm On Nov 25, 2014 |
CHAPTER FIVE LOVE IN THE AIR WRITTEN BY THEROCK5555 “What did you say happened?” Brown Dino screamed into his Iphone 4 posh phone, startling his nurse whom was trying to fix a drip into his left arm. “Rimi was shot by Zainab Sir, Mr Adamu's daughter,” Kassim replied again smiling sheepishly as he spoke to Brown Dino. He knew he would gain more from solving the case, he had personally tracked Rimi and noticed Zainab following him, the cop investigating the matter was also at the scene of the incident involving Zainab and Rimi so he could barely do anything. Rimi's death would have created a large vacuum in his investigations and he might have lost his pay check but he was grateful that the few years Rimi had spent in prison had toughened his skin, he once heard that you could meet almost anyone in prison. Maybe Rimi had met a herbalist who made his skin bullet proof. “I hope he did not die?” Brown's voice shook kassim out of his thoughts. “Yes sir, he did not, actually she misfired and he got a minor graze only but there is another problem Sir.” “What's it?” “They left together, I don't know why but it seems she suddenly had a change of heart about him, maybe to get close to the supposed murderer of her dad,” Kassim pointed out. “That's not good news, she can't find out the real truth, we need to look for a way to take Rimi out of her sight, I have wasted enough time and finances searching for the key and the cohorts of Rimi only to be outsmarted by a little girl whose dad laid dying at my request. This is not good news Kassim, what should I do?” Brown Dino asked, his temperature had increased unreasonably, his pulse striking so hard like his veins were gonna burst. “Some of your guards can do the job Sir, at least just two of them can scarce the life out of Rimi to flee from Zainab.” Kassim suggested. “Nice idea, I would get back to you.” “Bulus, come inside now.” The Chief spoke to a transponder laying next to him. He exhaled slowly and placed his palm on his forehead. The nurse attending to him had left quietly while he was throwing tantrums on the phone but she was back this time, she stood near the door watching him in case his condition fluctuated again. “Yes Boss.” Bulus replied as he walked in, his well built muscles filling into his shirt like a professional wrestler which was on of the reasons ladies loved him, his abs could scare any mullato to death. All through the many years of service to Chief Brown Dino, he had proved his loyalty to the boss and he could gladly brag that the boss could carelessly place his life in his hands. “Yes Bulus there is a big problem, Rimi has eloped with Mr Adamu's daughter, she tried killing him but he is fine, they later left together...” Bulus stood uneasily as the news was broken to him, his countenance changed lightly, not because he was scared of Zainab or Rimi but he was the killer of her dad, he shot the bullet which grazed into Mr Adamu's skull when the Jewellery shop was robbed and the key was also missing. He had done a lot of dirty works for his Boss but that particular one irked him, the man was not at fault so sentencing him to death was not only barbaric but wicked and degrading. “So what are we to do Boss?” He asked, pushing every vile thoughts to the back of his mind. “I want you to order two of the men watching Rimi to pay Zainab a visit and finish her off, its better she is silenced before we lose Rimi to her revenge plan.” “Yes Boss.” Bulus replied and walked out. Zainab stared deeply into the eyes of the man that she tried to murder just few hours ago, something welled up inside her, maybe the delusion of his words, maybe the sugar-coated lies which she was not sure if to fully believe him, maybe the fact that he was handsome and had puppy eyes or the fact that he was holding her shoulders, alone in her house. What if he loses control? Most men are known to be natural beasts but what happens when a beautiful lady like her was alone with an ex-convict of two years in an awkward position. Rimi stared into Zainab eyes. All he saw were that of Tonia, what she might be doing that moment, truth to be told, he missed her up till that moment and could not wait to rescue her from his wicked friend, oh what might she have been passing through all that moment but instead he was holding a beautiful damsel, the girl who almost killed him, her father had been murdered and she was accusing him of the crime, he could barely control the fire in his body that moment, his legs felt like jelly as his manhood struggled to find a comfortable part to sprout out, his hands were still on her shoulder, she neither made a move to remove them, himself could not classify if what he did was a voluntary or reflex action. He felt a deep rising in his system as he stared at her cleavage where the necklace wedged itself, it reminded him of Tonia but looking beyond the necklace made him want to seek unhabitated ventures, an act he had not performed in two years. He choose his second thought and bent low to kiss her, evenly expecting a slap for his act, instead a knock destroyed the tense atmosphere. He muttered a sorry and sat down on the couch as Zainab went to get the door. Zainab could barely believed what almost happened, one moment she was treating his wounds and the next moment they were almost kissing. She also was stirred up, ever since her dad died, she had committed herself steadily in seeking out her dad's killers and her bank job, she rarely concerned herself with the numerous jobless touts who won't mind themselves from trying to woo her. But in Rimi's case it was different, she felt like they had a connection since they met at the restaurant. She spied through the pigeon hole and saw a man with blue overalls and face cap standing in front of her door, his face did not look familiar but he seemed like a repair man so she gladly opened the door. A gun was the first thing she saw, before she could scream, a second person had grabbed her mouth, forcing her moans back inside. Slowly she was ordered back to the sitting room, when she got there, Rimi was nowhere to be found. She wondered where he had disappeared to or maybe he might also be an accomplice of the men in front of her. “Please don't kill me, what did I do wrong?” She asked, tears spilling down her face as one of the assailants went to check the inner room for Rimi, seems like they were not partners after all because the dude came back explaining that Rimi was nowhere in sight. They pointed their guns at her forehead as one of them spoke. “Miss Zainab Adamu, you have touched the lion's tale and taken meat from its cave so I want you to greet my grand mother for me when you meet her in wonderland.” “Not today boys.” a voice said behind them. He had hid himself thinking that the cops were after him. Before they could react, Rimi sent two powerful blows to the Jaws of both men, the first crashed fully on the glass centre table while the other somersaulted on the couch and landed roughly on the ground, both of them passed out. Wow and who said carrying bags of cements and lifting bricks were work for beggars? “Oh My God, who sent them?” Zainab asked, rushing to embrace Rimi, she did not mind his high libido. “I don't know, but at least you are safe now.” Rimi replied stroking her hair gently as he felt a womanly touch, his loins began stirring again. “Thanks for saving my life.” Zainab said and kissed him, almost knocking Rimi by surprise, he felt like he was in heaven.... End of Chapter Five 10 Likes |
| Re: Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014 by PrettySpicey(f): 5:23am On Nov 27, 2014 |
CHAPTER SIX INTRIGUES WRITER: PRETTYSPICEY Even as the sensations of her kiss was playing havoc with his senses, Rimi caught a quick movement from behind her and was fast enough to shove her aside but wasn’t quite as fast to avoid the blow as the man in blue overall-like jacket barreled head forward into him, knocking him backward, going with him as they both went down. Rimi threw up his left forearm in defensive reflex blocking off the blow that might have hit his chin. Realizing that the man was obviously stronger than he’d thought the first time, he ducked another blow, angled his elbow and rammed it into the vein-strained neck. Blue-jacket man howled out in pain, grabbing onto his shirt at the same time. He jerked him forward as if a rag doll and nailed him with a head butt that ripped Rimi’s brain apart with vicious pain and sent a band of stars dancing in front of his eyes. Reeling from the pain, he struggled to regain control, swinging out a punch. He missed the broad-nostrils by just inches as his knuckles swished past and caught the man on the lips. Grunting loudly even as a squirt of blood dripped from the cut, blue-jacket man slammed fisted hands into his sides and grasping him by the shirt sent them sprawling again to the floor. The other man was struggling to his feet just as Zainab shuffled up from the couch where Rimi’s shove had landed her. Noticing the man staggering towards her, she flew towards the rumble that was now the centre table where one of the guns was lying and tried to grab it. A hand grabbed her by the legs and yanked. She fell forward to her face, crying out in a flash of pain as a broken glass cut into palm. Defying the shooting pain on her hands and legs, she struggled to her knees and crawled for the gun. But he was grabbing her by the hair and jerking her around. Zainab cried out against the blistering pain as he yanked her about by the hair. She flung out her hands and caught his fury-blackened face with the claws of her nails. He shrieked and struck her across the face with a wide palm, knocking her to the floor. Placing his feet astride her body he bent over to grab her again. But Zainab was quick enough to heft up her right leg and kick him in the groin. He howled, a loud cry like an animal caught in a snare and doubled over. That gave her the room she needed. She jerked around and crawling on both hands and knees, reached for the gun, clutched her hand over it and turned swiftly with it. Somehow though the blue-jacket man had managed to extricate himself from Rimi’s grip and had gotten hold of his partner. Zainab pulled the trigger even as they staggered for the door. The shot rang out and there was another hideous cry as the man she’d been fighting with fell backward. She prepared to fire another shot but the blue-jacket man was quicker and had bolted through the door. Expelling a ragged breath, she pushed up from her knees, not at all surprised that her hands were shaking. There was no doubt in her mind now that shooting people was a whole different ballgame from target practice. Her head was swimming and she felt the rise of nausea but she swallowed down the bile and walked unsteadily towards the body beside the single-sofa a few feet from the door. She crunched over it. He wasn’t moving but was still breathing. “He’s still alive. I got him by the neck but it’s not a deadly shot. I think it’s the hit against the arm of the chair that’s got him knocked out though.” Rimi had also managed to heave to his feet. And in spite of the spurt of shame that a lady had bested the men he’d earlier thought he’d taken, he was lucid enough to know they had to get out of there. “We have to go.” He said urgently, his voice coming out in wheezing gasps. He felt like his entire body was on fire. “We can’t do anything about him now and we definitely can’t stick around long enough to question him and find out what he knows. We’ve got to move.” Zainab swung around to face him. She wanted to argue, wanted to tell him they needed to get the man awake and find out who had sent them to kill her. But the urgency in his voice was also plain on his face. And she knew he was somehow right. They had to leave, her house was no longer safe. Someone knew she lived there and that someone wanted her dead. But who was that someone? Shaking off the disturbing thoughts, she rose to her feet. “Fine. I’ll grab my bag, some money and my debit cards.” Rimi nodded and watched as she marched through a connecting door that led into the rooms. He wobbled forward, rubbing a hand down his side to ease the gripping pain on his rib cage. He stared down at the man passed out and bleeding through the crook of his neck. He didn’t look familiar and he knew definitely he didn’t know him. He contemplated searching him, maybe for some id or something but Zainab came back into the room. “I’m ready.” She announced. He turned around. She did not just have her handbag, she also had a small suitcase. Smart lady, he thought, stretching forward his hand to take the suitcase. A moment later, they were out of the yard, got into her car and drove off. **** Brown Dino was in his living room relaxed against a leather sofa, feeling somewhat restored after the drip and medications. Though he quivered with the hope that today would bring him better news than he’d had in the last two years, he was realistic, even pessimistic enough to anticipate a hindrance. He swung his head to the door as Bulus and Jackson walked it. Bulus looked like he was about to snap a vein while the tall, less hefty man beside him quavered like a man about to face the gallows. Brown eyed the two men as they stopped in front of him. He knew that the reason for his constant pessimism was about to become apparent, so he focused his attention on the sweating, cowering man in the ugliest jacket he ever saw. Why the fool persisted in wearing that hideous thing, he could never fathom but since he managed to get his jobs done, Brown figured it was an eyesore he could put up with. “Is she dead?” He queried. The words came out in a low growl, mostly because he already envisaged a negative response. “And Rimi, why is he not with you?” It was Bulus who answered. “She’s not dead.” He rasped out. “They couldn’t kill her... the bloody, whimpering fo.ols.” He glared at the man squirming beside him. “He said Rimi overpowered them and she shot Gideon on the back.” “WHAT?” Brown sprang to his feet. The fact that he’d expected it didn’t make it less a blow, any less another infuriating disappointment. “What the hell happened?” Jackson cringed, taking an involuntary step back. “He... he came out of nowhere, boss and took us by surprise.” “You bloody fo.ol!” Irate at the utter absurdity of his stuttering excuse, Brown struck out with his ivory steel walking stick. He missed his aim and wavered on his feet, tilting forward. Bulus rushed forward and broke his fall. “Easy, boss. Easy.” He said soothingly as he helped him back into the couch. Brown would have loved to knock off the hands that carefully settled him into the sofa and propped throw pillows behind his back but he was beginning to shake himself and knew that the strike out had taken much assertion than he could afford. His feeling of weakness did nothing to quell the fury pulsating through him. “He was one man... one damned man who just got out of jail and is probably weak and disoriented and yet he managed to overpower you and Gideon... two armed men, while a flimsy female shot one of you dead. ” Jackson cringed further into his blue jacket. “I... I am not sure Gideon is dead, boss.” Jackson stuttered, head bowed as he fiddled nervously with the buttons of his jacket. Two of them were missing, he noticed, no doubt lost during his struggle with that f.u.c.king Rimi. “I don’t care if he is dead or alive, you bloody idi.o.t.” Brown hissed, furious. “She is supposed to be dead and that goddamned petty thief is supposed to be here, kneeling before me and confessing all to me.” “Calm down, boss.” Bulus said noticing how he was beginning to quiver. “Don’t you dare tell me to calm down, you...” a coughing fit cut of his bellow. Bulus hastily reached for the jug of water on the stool beside him, filled a glass and rushed over with the glass. Incensed, Brown slapped off his hand and sent the glass flying across the room. “I don’t f.u.c.king need water.” He wheezed, struggling to hold down more coughs. “What I need is those petty thieves and my goddamn key.” “We’ll get them, boss and we will get your key, I swear on my life.” Bulus promised in a solemn, earnest tone. Brown was not placated by the vow. He needed action not empty promises. “Your life will mean nothing if you don’t get out of here now and go get those two. You know where she lives... go and get them... NOW!” “I don’t think they will still be there now, boss.” Bulus said evenly, not at all alarmed by the outbursts. He’d worked long enough with the Politician to gauge his flare-ups. Right now, he wasn’t mad enough to order Jackson’s death for his failure as he would have otherwise done. “They are no fo.ols, boss. They now know that someone is after the girl and they’d have made a run for it. But still, we’ll have to go retrieve Gideon, dead or alive... the Police must not find him there.” Brown refused to be impressed with his smart thinking as always. “You two get out of here and do whatever you have to do. I want this over and I want it over now.” He thundered, turning away from them in dismissal. “Yes, boss.” Bulus dipped his head differentially and turned to follow Jackson who was already scurrying out of the room. “Clean up the mess and get him another glass for his water.” He ordered a guard by the door. **** Downtown, Caleb had gotten a call that’ been noise of shooting in the Lincoln Island area. He hadn’t been surprised when he arrived the middle-class residential estate and it was at the house where Zainab Adamu lived. He walked gingerly into the Police-crowded apartment, nodding as several uniformed officers either saluted or called out quiet greetings. There was a trace of drying blood on the floor just a few feet from the door. He frowned at it. “Where is the body?” He asked the Sergeant marking out the spot and taking notes. “We found no one here, sir.” He answered punctiliously. “No one?” His frown deepened. The Sergeant shook his head. “Not a soul. The old lady from the next house who made the call to the Station said she saw a man and woman running out of the house minutes after she heard the shot. And less than an hour after they left, another car stopped right in front of the house and two men went in and came out carrying another man.” “Two men?” “Yes. One of them was wearing a conspicuous blue long jacket, she said. Like those you see bad guys wear in action movies.” The Sergeant shrugged like it was a little too dramatic. Caleb’s thoughts raced. “And the lady—slim, pretty, heart-shaped face and long dark hair... or weaves?” “Err, that would be her description, sir.” The Sergeant glanced at his note. “And the man, somewhat unkempt-looking with busy hair and beards.” “Zainab and Rimi.” Caleb muttered. “Huh? Sir?” He turned to stare vaguely at the officer, then shook his head. “Go on, Sergeant, finish up here.” He ordered absently. He walked cautiously past the broken glass and towards the connecting door. He wasn’t exactly sure what was going on at the moment but it appeared like Rimi and Zainab were now working together. Why, is what he needed to find out. And who were the other men, who had apparently carried out whoever it was that had been shot there, that too was something he needed to uncover. Meanwhile Rimi and Zainab had rented a room in a motel outside town. Well, two rooms, but right at the moment they were both in Zainab’s room. The whole fight and shooting drama had sort of pushed her back from the twirls of emotions she was beginning to surrender to. She’d squelched all illogical and out-of-bounds feelings and refocused her attention on her goal and on the reality at hand. “So, you want me to believe that you had absolutely nothing to do with the robbery and with my father’s murder?” She asked eyeing him warily as he sat on a couch across the room. Rimi sighed. He had told her all he knew, all that transpired that day. But obviously she was finding it hard believing him. He didn’t blame her. He had been the man found on the scene of the crime and the man who got convicted for same crime. It won’t be easy to trust him. “That is what I’m telling you and that is the truth.” Zainab studied him, her brows furrowed together in a frown. He looked like he was being honest and he’d saved her life too. But all that could just be an act? A front to cover up who he really was, right? Rimi sighed again and got up from the couch. “Look, I know you have no reason to trust me. But I am an innocent pawn in whatever evil game Uche was... is playing. I know he must have planned all this and possibly coaxed Tonia into helping him... he was always dubious and criminal.” “Don’t be naive.” Zainab reproved sharply. “Of course she was part of the conspiracy all along. Possibly, she came up with the idea.” She lifted her shoulders in a careless shrug. “She never liked you. And she was the one working at the jewellery store and the one who called you that night.” Rimi snorted disbelievingly. “Tonia? The brain behind the frame-up, robbery and murder?” He let out another snort. “I don’t think so.” Zainab looked at him and shrugged, getting up from the bed. “Well, I don’t know. I don’t know you or Uche or this Tonia.” She started pacing the room, feeling the rise of agitation. “All I know is that some people robbed my father’s store, murdered him and now someone else or same people want me dead.” Rimi watched her as she walked back and forth the medium-sized room careful enough to avoid where he was standing by the window. He understood her need to do that. Something odd was happening between them... well, not anymore since she seemed to have crushed whatever it was and was now back to the woman who’d pointed a gun at him and shot him. The woman seeking revenge for her father’s murder. “I think all this is getting out of hand way too fast.” He said. “I just got out of jail today, regained my memory out-of-the blue and almost got killed by the woman who triggered it...” he gave a jocular chuckle. She didn’t look amused, so he shrugged and went on. “And then ended up playing a poor imitation of Jackie Chan and Jet Li in another shootout that ended with the lady saving the day.” He shook his head. “Zainab, I am confused here and I think maybe we ought to go to the Police.” She swung around. “Are you insane?” There was no way in hell she was involving the Police. She wanted revenge not the Justice system. They’d failed her once and they were bound to fail her again. “You want to go to the Police? You just got out of jail early for a robbery and homicide conviction and now there’s a man probably dying right this minute in my apartment and you want to go to them and tell them what—that we shot him in self-defence?” Rimi stared at her. She made sense. The reason he’d wanted them to run out of her apartment was to avoid the Police and now he was suggesting they go to them? “So, what do you suggest we do?” Zainab straightened her shoulders and folded her arms across her chest. “We do what you intended initially— go after your criminal friends.” She said with icy calmness. “But you have to remain memory-less. Your amnesia is the key to our getting them and so, it stays. Nobody, absolutely nobody, gets to know that you’ve gotten your memory back.” Rimi looked at the unwavering resolution in her eyes and wondered briefly if he could match her determination. But then while betrayal was a strong driving force, murder was even more powerful. END OF CHAPTER SIX 14 Likes 5 Shares |
| Re: Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014 by PBeni(m): 7:30am On Nov 27, 2014 |
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| Re: Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014 by kayemjay(m): 11:08am On Nov 29, 2014 |
CHAPTER SEVEN CHRISTOPHER WRITER: KAYEMJAY Rimi was back in his hotel room. It was a few minutes till midnight. After a long argument which Zainab had won, he agreed that they could sleep in separate rooms. He paced the room, hands behind him. His mind was occupied. Very occupied. He kept wondering why Tonia would want to have him killed. What motive did she have? Uche he could understand. But Tonia? It just was not adding up. He had barely gotten out of prison and now he was wanted dead? There had to be something about him that people wanted desperately. What was it? He tried to connect the dots, but the lines kept disappearing. However, he had one single unwavering conclusion. Whatever it was, it had started that night of the theft at the jewellery store. He opened the curtains slightly and peeped through the window. The car park was deserted. There was no movement outside the motel. He kept staring. He had to be very alert now and conscious of his surroundings because he had no doubts whatsoever that those who wanted him dead would probably try again. Zainab was probably attacked because of him. He needed to be far away from her as possible. But how would he manage that? She was a huge piece of the puzzle and she was the only person who could help him make sense of all that was happening at the moment. He had no friend or family to turn to. He also could not run away because Zainab still suspected albeit lightly that he had a hand in the death of her father. He could not just leave. There have been two near death incidences in as many days, It was not a good sign. He left the window and sat on the bed, his head in his hands. He was confused. He needed some sort of direction but what would he do? He was still deep in thought when there came a knock on the door. He became alert. Who would be knocking at this time of day? He checked the clock on the wall. It was 12:25am. He waited for a while and then he heard the knock again. His heart began to beat fast. He looked around for some sort of weapon he could swing. There was a ceramic flower vase on the table. It would have to suffice. He removed the flowers from the vase and brandished the ceramic container as he approached the door. As he neared the door, the knock came again, accompanied by a voice. “Hey, it’s me.” The voice was unmistakably clear. Even in the middle of a raging storm, he would still be able to recognize Zainab’s voice. However, he peeped in the door hole just to be sure. She gave him a sweet smile. He nodded and opened the door. She was dressed in a sexy lingerie covered by knee length silk night gown. After letting her in, Rimi looked at the corridor for a few seconds to be sure no one followed her. Satisfied, he locked the door shut. “That flower vase sure is a deadly weapon.” Zainab teased as she nodded at the ceramic container still in Rimi’s hand. “You can never be too careful these days, especially with people trying to get me killed. There is no such thing as being over prepared you know.” Rimi replied. “Yes ames Bond.” “What brings you here?” Rimi asked. “I can't sleep. I'm also scared. I see the faces of those guys who attacked us whenever I close my eyes. Do you mind if I stay here for a while? Please?” She was freaked out and he felt sorry for her. “Not at all Zainab. Make yourself comfortable.” “Thank you.” Zainab lay on the bed as Rimi busied himself with replacing the flowers in the vase. He looked up at her and she caught him staring. She had such fine and beautiful skin. He temporarily forgot about his problems and began to fantasize about a million things that could happen between both of them in the next few hours. Done with the vase, he moved round and sat beside her on the only bed in the room. “I think I know a way we can find Uche and probably Tonia too.” Rimi said. Zainab just looked at him, locked in his gaze. She wondered if it was the amnesia giving him ideas or he was finally going nuts. This was a man who had been cut off from the world for years. He had no idea where Uche or Tonia was, and here he was saying he knew a way to get them. It was unbelievable. “What do you have in mind?” Zainab asked. “While I was incarcerated, I met a man. He looked so lean and fragile. His hair was bushy and unkempt and he was always wearing glasses. He was kept in the same cell as I was, far away from the hardened criminals so I was really interested in him. It happened that his crime was hacking into the database of the government and manipulating information for some unknown clients. He would not reveal who his clients were so he was locked up. No trial, nothing. While we got close, he opened up to me that he had also hacked into several bank servers, diverted money, changed account information and got people into trouble. All he needed was a device and an internet connection and he usually worked wonders. Months after he was imprisoned, we were having a general breakfast in the prison cafeteria when one of the hardened criminals came to our table and bullied Christopher…” “That’s his name? Christopher?” Zaniab interrupted. “Yes, Christopher. Anyways, a fight ensued and I broke the criminal’s jaw. They never bothered me or Christopher after that. He got out of prison in funny circumstances. I don’t know how he did it, but he somehow convinced the warder assigned to our cells, to sneak him a smart phone with internet connectivity. He was supposed to return the phone the next day. And he did. The phone left the prison the next day, and so did Christopher.” “How did he do it?” Zainab asked again “He accessed the email of the Chief Judge of the Federal High Court, forged a strong mail absolving him of all crimes labeled against him and sent it to the Director of Prisons effecting his immediate release. He had been planning his escape from the day he entered but he said he needed to study the system and understand how it worked. Obviously the prison system was flawed and things were done with no questions asked. He just had to bid time. He told me how to contact him if I ever got out and needed his help. I think he can help us trace the whereabouts of Uche and Tonia.” Rimi finished. “Alright then. Can we do this first thing in the morning? I really need to close my eyes for a bit.” Zainab said, lying on the bed and putting her head on Rimi’s laps. Rimi tried so hard to make his mind wander from the thoughts of Zainab but he could not help it. He watched as she slept; her huge, firm bosoms moving at par with her breathing. He needed to get up and sleep too but he did not want to wake her. He put a hand on her face and gently caressed the sides of her chin, adjusting her hair back in place. He continued like that for a while and then moved to her arm. He moved his fingers lightly up and down her arm as far as he could reach. If she felt anything, she did not show it. Rimi moved his hand back to her face and continued to touch her chin caressing her hairline lightly. Then it happened. Zainab took Rimi’s hand, pulling him to herself. His lips landed on hers as they kissed with a hunger that only passion could quench. Rimi landed beside her on the bed as they continued to kiss, helping each other take off their clothes as if they were on fire. Zainab did not know why and at this point she did not care. She had a desire, a burning desire that had to be satiated and right now Rimi was the only choice. Rimi wanted her so badly but he never anticipated that she would come at him so hard. It was unexpected but pleasing. He lay on his back, as she came on top of him, straddling him. They intertwined in lust, having a go at each other with reckless abandon. When they were done Zainab lay her head on Rimi’s chest savouring the feeling of satisfaction and finally able to really sleep. Rimi caressed her back, gently nudging her to sleep and closed his eyes. In the distance, outside the motel a black Van with tinted glasses was parked. There with a special kind of binoculars, Kassim watched the couple make out. He shook his head, brought out a writing pad and included a new entry, continuing where he left off. 2:16am. Sleeping soundly at Mayor’s Hotels after pleasuring themselves. Kassim was careful, smart and very patient. His patience was his most deadly asset. He set his alarm timer to 4:00am and adjusted his seat backwards. Folding his arms across his chest, he closed his eyes and waited. ******************* Tonia tapped Uche twice on the arm waking him from sleep. He sounded grumpy and whispered something that sounded like he needed more sleep. “Honey, the baby just kicked.” Tonia said excitedly. They had waited for this moment, the first kick of the baby. It was an experience both of them had planned to share. Uche placed his hand on Tonia protruded belly, and listened. Another kick. “Did you feel that?” Tonia asked “Yes. I did. I am so happy my princess.” Uche said and kissed her forehead. He planted another kiss on the centre of her stomach. “You deserve a treat. Let’s buy that favourite phone you always wanted from the online store you recommended.” Uche finished. “Really? Thank you baby.” Tonia said and kissed Uche. Uche took out his Mastercard and made the purchase. It would be delivered in a few hours. ************** Mr Dino Brown was sipping a bottle of water when Bull came into the room. Bull was not really in a good mood. He was pensive. He approached Mr Dino and stood at attention. “You sent for me Boss?” Bull asked “Yes I did. What was the rancour outside about?” Dino asked “It’s nothing Boss. One misfit who was so desperate to see you without any prior appointment.” “What did he want?” “Says he got information that he wants to trade else he would go to your rival, Don Kamir.” “No one knows Don Kamir! I want to see him. Let him in.” “But Boss…” “No arguments! I said let him in.” Dino Brown screamed, coughing at the same time. “Sorry Boss. Bringing him in right away.” A few minutes later, the man was ushered into Dino Brown’s presence. The Boss scrutinized him and shook his head. He really was a misfit. “What is your name son?” Dino Brown asked. The man removed his glasses and ran his hand through his afro. “My name is Christopher.” END OF CHAPTER SEVEN 14 Likes |
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