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|The Fixer (A Short Story) by longjohnsilver: 4:39pm On Dec 17, 2016|
This short story is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication maybe reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior permission of Longjohnsilver
Please I need comments (harsh comments are allowed), this is my first story I would be putting here, I have always been a silent reader here, trying my best to learn from others and I think I am ready (like Adekunle Gold). Please do not hesitate to point out any of my mistakes.
“Grrrrrrr…grrrrrrr” …Victor knew that was his phone vibrating, I did not set any alarm he said to himself as he decided he was not going to answer the phone call, rather he choose to find solace in the fact that the call was a prank call. He turned his head to the other side of the bed away from the vibrating phone. The room was as dark as every shade of black you could imagine, he did not specifically know what the time was but he knew it was in the early hours of the day as the only source of light in the room was from his phone screen, he fought within himself to ignore the call but the persistent vibration made him reconsider, he groaned as he turned his head and decided to finally answer the call.
He weakly picked the phone up to check caller’s identity, but fortunately for him the line went cold, as such he did not waste any time in dropping the phone on the drawer next to his bed, he can at least go back to his sweet sleep as he was really enjoying his rest and he was not ready to sacrifice it for anything right now.
“grrrrrrr….grrrrrr”…the phone vibrated again, his worst fears just became reality “the caller is calling back”. He cussed silently in mind; he knew the caller has achieved his or her aim of ruining his wonderful sleep.
“Akin!!!” he read out the callers identity with an evidently surprised look on his face, he exhaled deeply and hissed silently. Akin is the last person you would want calling you in the middle of the night, something was definitely wrong as he swiped his thumb across the phone screen to answer the incoming phone call.
“Hello, V”…a shivering voice pierced his ears from the other end.
“Hi, man…why are you calling me this late, don’t tell me you need something I wouldn’t be able to get by this time”...he replied with so much scorn and dissent in his voice.
“Tonye is dead!!!”...Akin dropped the bombshell right away.
Victor sat up immediately on hearing the last statement, the sleep cleared from his weary eyes right away.
“What? When? How did it happen?”...he questioned intently as he different thoughts ran through his head as to what could have transpired the over the night as he could remember dropping Tonye at Akin’s place the night before.
“I am not level headed to answer your questions right now, can you come over to my place, please man you have to help me out!!!”...you could feel the soberness in his voice as he pleaded with Victor.
“I will be right there, give 30 minutes”, he replied as he quickly disconnected the call.
Victor buried his head between his hands, as he tried to fathom what could have transpired between Akin and Tonye, he knew Akin was hot headed and Tonye had a caustic tongue but the last thing he had envisioned to happen between them was murder, because despite their differences, they loved each other to pieces.
He got up from his bed and headed for the bathroom for a quick “rub n shine”, five minutes after the call, he was good to go. He picked up his car keys and headed over to Akin’s place.
|Re: The Fixer (A Short Story) by longjohnsilver: 4:40pm On Dec 17, 2016|
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|Re: The Fixer (A Short Story) by Nobody: 4:44pm On Dec 17, 2016|
Lemme put on my glasses
|Re: The Fixer (A Short Story) by ayoxelee(m): 5:38pm On Dec 17, 2016|
thanks for d invitation now following
|Re: The Fixer (A Short Story) by longjohnsilver: 10:54pm On Dec 17, 2016|
|Re: The Fixer (A Short Story) by YungTemy(m): 7:44am On Dec 18, 2016|
Thanks for the invite. And nice story... I can observe it's filled with suspense. Keep it up
|Re: The Fixer (A Short Story) by Free101(m): 8:53am On Dec 18, 2016|
longjohnsilver:Oshey baba, thanks for the invite, following bumper to fender
|Re: The Fixer (A Short Story) by olatex25(m): 5:52pm On Dec 18, 2016|
longjohnsilver:reporting 2 duty
|Re: The Fixer (A Short Story) by longjohnsilver: 1:19am On Dec 20, 2016|
sorry for the very late update, GLO no try these past few days...let us continue shall we?
Victor and Akin met two years ago at NYSC orientation camp in Kwara State, they were bunkmates back then but they were not exactly close mainly because they had different approach to life…
Victor is from an average family, he had the proper upbringing that every normal kid would have; nothing was in excess, this made him more cultured and respectful. He also a temperament of the speak less and listen more type, the kind that think deep before he utter a word and pay attention to the tiniest of details to things that are oblivious to many people. He has always used these traits to his advantage like getting himself out tight situations, getting things done his way in a less obvious manner; he is always two steps ahead of his adversaries.
Akin on the other hand was a typical rich spoilt brat who also happens to be the only son of his family as such he was over pampered by his father although he did lose his mother when he was young this did not stop him from being hot headed and was always impatient, he was so used having his ways right from when he was little boy and he had less regard for anybody that was not his father as that was the only man he feared and respected.
Akin was a notorious “white fowl” during his time in the camp, as he stepped on toe of many officials most especially the soldiers in the camp but he was untouchable as not only does the regulations of the programme forbade manhandling of corps members, his father was a very influential politician in the country. We all know politicians as powerful as Akin’s father have strings they pull when they want things their way, so everyone who valued their jobs or position avoided reacting to tantrums threw by Akin. Everyone did a wonderful job of letting it slide even when they don’t seem too comfortable with that option.
Victor and Akin could be likened to two parallel lines whose path seem like it will never cross beyond the fact that they are bunkmates, but life had the last smile before the end of the orientation programme.
It was four days to the end of the orientation camp, that evening Victor who was really pressed and needed to answer the call of nature had rushed to his hostel restroom to ease himself, but the odour that ooze from the restroom could make a dead man turn in his coffin, he made a U- turn and decided to do his thing in the bush very close to his hostel, one thing must kill a man he said to himself as he made his way to the bush, it is better to die from a soldiers whip than die choking on the odour from another human body waste, at least you die a hero...he mused to himself as he gently made his way to the bush.
One quick look around to make sure no one was looking as he was trying hard to avoid being seen as that would definitely attract some punishment, he squat down like a little boy that is yet to get a hang of the water closet system, ready to do his thing, few minutes into what seem like heaven to him as he was finally relieved.
He sudden he heard footsteps and twigs breaking behind his back, he knew those were the guards he wanted to run but on a second thought, he just went into stealth mode, the guards were not looking for him in first place so why make them aware of his presence, “let me just finish what I started” he concluded in his mind.
True to his thought, the soldier were busy talking loudly about their escapades in camp, while Victor was busy eavesdropping and enjoying their talk, he smiled and shook his head in disbelief “this people no get chills at all, see as them dey dissect female corpers”. He said to himself
He continued to listen on but as the talk proceeded, something caught his attention when one of the soldiers said he really wants to deal with a rude “white fowl”, he decided to listen attentively and try really hard to determine the identity of the corps member from their talk. As fate would have it, the apple did not fall far from the tree as he could deduce from all indications it was none other than his infamous bunkmate, Mr. Akin Ilesanmi , “that was expected” he shook his head in affirmation.
Victor peeped really hard through the dry bushes trying to know the identity of the soldier and Bam!!! He could recognise one of the Privates as his yellow skin betrayed him in the darkness, there was only one light skinned soldier on camp, Private Tony the notorious playboy, his reputation does precedes him as he quickly connected the dot of his escapades he had narrated earlier.
The events of two nights ago played in his head, there was a clash of ego over a very pretty Fulani girl between the Private Tony and Akin at the popular Mammy market, although the cause of clash was made secret but everyone suspected it was over Halima as Akin had used his money and influence to win the affection of the pretty girl much to the chagrin of the fine soldier boy.
To begin with, all the odds were in favour of Victor’s bunkmate, the relationship between the Tony and Halima was inappropriate as it was totally unacceptable for an official to date a corps member, but we are only human and we cannot choose who to love, this fact gave Akin the undue advantage in the race coupled with his bad boy persona and influence, Tony stood no chance, he was pained and the climax of the cold war happened that fateful night as they had a heated exchange.
All the pretty boy soldier could do was shout “Bloody civilian!!!”, he knew he had lost to a blood civilian and there is nothing he can do about it in this situation, maybe if the scenario were a little different, he could have seriously dealt with Akin, but in the particular script he could not touch a hair on Akin’s head, should he try it, he knew the consequences of his actions would be dire, but if he can’t get Akin in the full glare of everybody, he always thought he could deal with him in closed quarters.
And that was exactly what the Private and one of his colleagues were planning that night in the bush, creating a strategic military plan that could be likened to the military coup that have ousted many head of states, the two private planned and dissected the idea of punishing Akin with so much gusto, that a war veteran would give these Privates a wonderful salute but unbeknownst to them Victor also was a master strategist and the last “white fowl” you would want eavesdropping on your civilian coup.
The penultimate night before the close of camp was the famous camp fire night, where every corps members celebrate and enjoy their last moments in the orientation camp, Victor who decided not to tell Akin about the evil plan of the privates, was keeping a very close tab on Akin and on the privates, as he knew something would definitely go down that night.
Few hours into the merriment, a visibly drunk Akin deviated from the lot of other corps members as he seem to pull down his trouser to urinate, he was oblivious of the fact that he had strayed a little too much from the whole lot. It was now or never for Private Tony to carry out his well laid out coup.
Like a guerrilla styled kidnap, Akin was abducted by the two privates, gagged and blindfolded and taken towards the secluded dark part of the vast Yikpata Orientation camp, Victor who seem like the director of the movie watched as everything unfolded and stealthily followed the two privates as they made their way to jungle.
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|Re: The Fixer (A Short Story) by longjohnsilver: 1:23am On Dec 20, 2016|
CC : kisschrix, ayoxelee, yungtemy, free101, olatex25 and the silent readers,please drop comments, I need your reviews.
|Re: The Fixer (A Short Story) by YungTemy(m): 6:55am On Dec 20, 2016|
Reading with a keen interest. Bro, try proofread your story b4 sending, in other to check your spellings. No man is above mistake. Jah bless
|Re: The Fixer (A Short Story) by longjohnsilver: 7:36am On Dec 20, 2016|
Thanks man, I go over and over but some just keep escaping my eyes.
Maybe i shud give a third party bfor posting.
|Re: The Fixer (A Short Story) by YungTemy(m): 7:44am On Dec 20, 2016|
longjohnsilver:lolz. Nice work fam
|Re: The Fixer (A Short Story) by Nobody: 7:44am On Dec 20, 2016|
Ride on bro
Like the guy above said, try to proofread your work
|Re: The Fixer (A Short Story) by longjohnsilver: 8:42am On Dec 20, 2016|
KissChrix:I will work on it sir!!!
|Re: The Fixer (A Short Story) by Free101(m): 9:21am On Dec 20, 2016|
Op! Where our dialogue nau? I think it's essential for dialogue to take place in the story often. For example, you might have dialogued the Soldiers' conversation while victor was in the bush.
Just a little bit of opinion though.
|Re: The Fixer (A Short Story) by olatex25(m): 9:24am On Dec 20, 2016|
Just started reading dis, i bet it reali wot my worthy Time.. Am loving dis beautiful write up, is jst kind of decent idea frm a reasonable writer..
Weldone guy, u are doing gr8... Let d update flow, kip it cuming
|Re: The Fixer (A Short Story) by ayoxelee(m): 10:02am On Dec 20, 2016|
you are doing a grt job. mayb u shd calm dwn n read d story bfo updating but hope d nxt update wnt b as late as d prvs one
|Re: The Fixer (A Short Story) by longjohnsilver: 10:54am On Dec 20, 2016|
Free101:Point taken, I will try to chip in more dialogues in the next post.
|Re: The Fixer (A Short Story) by longjohnsilver: 10:55am On Dec 20, 2016|
olatex25:Thanks, I pray GLO does not disappoint me again.
Thanks once again.
|Re: The Fixer (A Short Story) by longjohnsilver: 10:57am On Dec 20, 2016|
ayoxelee:Yeah, I would try and triple check for any mistake bfor posting and I will try not to delay bfor posting, just hopin GLO would not mess up.
|Re: The Fixer (A Short Story) by Free101(m): 11:50am On Dec 20, 2016|
longjohnsilver:You're welcome my boss
|Re: The Fixer (A Short Story) by mismore(f): 2:47pm On Dec 20, 2016|
|Re: The Fixer (A Short Story) by Nobody: 3:06pm On Dec 20, 2016|
longjohnsilver, can I have my sofa please, these chairs always give me backache .
What do we have here........
*praying* Lord make I no see name like Tunde, Tade, T............abeg. These names confuse some of us, more especially when we read many story with the same character names............Amen.
|Re: The Fixer (A Short Story) by Nobody: 3:41pm On Dec 20, 2016|
Come sit close to me sweety.... I was summoned too
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|Re: The Fixer (A Short Story) by joshuamoses101(m): 4:08pm On Dec 20, 2016|
greg42:xo u leave all ya readers cum here come sitdown with woman abi
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|Re: The Fixer (A Short Story) by longjohnsilver: 12:17am On Dec 21, 2016|
The two privates made their way deep into the jungle, as the other corps members were basking in the euphoria of the campfire, the reverse was the case for Akin as he struggled to free himself from the clasp of the unknown, but all his struggles were in vain as the soldier boys held on tight to his arms and legs.
“Hmmmm hmmmm”… that was the muffled sound that emanated from his mouth, he tried to figure out the identity of his abductors in his head, but he could not pinpoint it, he had stepped on a lot of toes within the short period of three weeks that he himself had lost count, it was time he faced the full wrath of his actions.
He gave up the struggle when he realised he was not going to win, maybe the alcohol in his system also played a part in making him accept his fate as he grew weaker and weaker with every attempt he made to break free, this was a battle he was not going to win.
“We don reach the arena”…he could hear one of the abductors say, as they stopped and dumped Akin on the ground like a piece of dirt on the innocent earth violently, Bam!!! Was the cry the earth made as the earth cried for help when Akin full bodyweight gave it a good blow.
“A man die but once”… he concluded in his mind as his body touch the ground, he felt the pain all over his body, he wanted to cry but that would not make abductors have mercy on him, it was pointless and he knew it.
“Bad guy, so you no even chop any liver, see as you weak like vegetable”…Private Tony said him as he busted in a series of sinister laughter.
“Stupid bagger”…the other private barked as he proceeded to join his colleague in the laughter that connoted victory.
They refused to remove the gag from neither his mouth to prevent him from drawing unwanted attention nor his blindfold to prevent him from knowing their identity, after all he had made plenty of enemies so the abductors could have been any of those.
“Wey that whip, to flog this boy dey hungry me”... Tony stretched out his right arm demanding for the horse whip from his accomplice.
“”Na hin be this”…he replied as he handed the fierce looking whip to Tony.
“Today, you go see heaven... you no go die oh”... Tony said to Akin, to reassure him of his ‘safety’…
“But your papa wey dey give you liver self go pity you when he jam your yeye sef again, mumu boy”…Tony promised Akin as he raised the whip intently with his left arm and with full power ready to unleash its wrath on the fresh looking back of the ‘innocent’ boy
Tony was about to bring back the raised arm with so much speed that could make the speed of light look like child’s play when Victor emerged from the darkness…
“I would not want to do that, if I were you!!!”…he said with so much confidence as he step forward, holding his fanny pack in his left hand.
Tony paused for a second as he was scared shitless, he started sweating even though the weather was quite cold, he was visibly shaken, and another voice was the least of things on his mind, the other private scampered away from the arena, leaving Tony to face the consequences of their actions.
The confidence exuded by the speaker as he confidently made the speech made him thought that a superior officer had caught them in the act.
“Don’t run away, I know who you are””…Victor said to him as he finally revealed himself
Tony heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that it was another “white fowl” giving them order.
The other private who has now regained a bit of composure charged angrily towards Victor, even thought Victor could pass for a giant as he was well over 6ft tall and had a well built body that could rival most military personnel, it better to be safe than sorry he thought as he took two steps backward in a bit to avoid the fury of charging soldier boy.
He knew he could not outrun or overpower a trained military personel should it turn to a battle of wit. But should it be a mental battle, he knew there was no way the privates were going to win.
“You don’t want to do that”…He quickly retorted as he conjured up a stop signal with an outstretched hand to stop the charging private in his tracks.
“Who you be?” The other private asked with so much anger, Victor could feel the burning rage in his voice.
“I am just a concerned citizen and I am doing this to protect you guys interest”…he said gently to calm the nerves of the angry privates.
“You see that white wall over there” using his right hand to point at the wall few meters away and adjacent to where they were all standing.
“You know there is projector attached to the ceiling there right?”…he asked rhetorically with a raised right eyebrow, something he does when he is calmly stating his points to his listener.
“Ehen en!!!, wetin come happen”…the privates fired back, they were growing impatient with his narration.
“Let just say… I have on tape the events of the past 10 minutes on how you guys abducted the corps member over there”…he said as he pointed his fingers in Akin’s direction, he deliberately avoided mentioning his name to prevent the soldier boys from knowing that he was familiar with Akin.
To them, he just wanted to play a Good Samaritan poking nose in their private issue.
“This one na fool oh, come where dem bring all of una come sef?”…the other private asked Tony rhetorically with so much disdain, Victor knew the guy was not convinced enough, but he knew what he was doing.
“I know I might not get out of this alive so I just sent copies of the file to two of my friends via whatsapp. With instructions that state that, should I fail to return with that tied corps member to the parade ground in 2 minute, they are going to project a very nice movie to the whole camp and it is going to be on a loop till everyone sees it”…he concluded as looked into the eyes of the two privates, he could see defeat.
He had won the mind game even though he knew the privates stood no chance in the first place, it was unfair for Akin to get away with some much bad attitude but all is fair in love and war they said.
“You would be surprised what a smartphone can do these days”…he said to the privates who by now had given up, you could feel the sarcasm laden in his tone as delivered the final nail in their coffin.
“We do not want get court – martial(ed) now, do we?”… He concluded with another rhetorical question, he had so much confidence the private could not question his claims.
“Na God save you”…Tony said to the kneeling Akin that still had blindfolds on his eyes, as Tony withdrew his whip.
The other private hissed and decided to leave the arena right away as you could hear them cussing Victor and arguing till their voices faded away with the night.
Even though Victor was using a Nokia phone that had no camera, he was able to win the battle with his head rather than his might, this scenario could be likened to the popular phrase of “the pen is mightier than the sword”
Victor basic instinct came to f.oreplay here, the awareness of his immediate environment saved him and Akin that night, because the projector he used to blackmail the privates did not work last time the camp officials tried to use it for a camp activity.
Neither did he have anything on tape nor had he sent any file to any of his friends and up until that very moment, he had no idea what the Privates final plan was all about, all he knew was their initial decision to deal with Akin.
“Thanks man… you are a lifesaver bro”…a now sober Akin said to him as Victor helped him remove the blindfold, you could see the surprise in Akin’s eyes when he saw him.
You!!!, how did you kn…he was about to ask when Victor cut in.
“Don’t thank me yet, as it is now your turn to save my life…he replied with so much seriousness as he untied Akin’s hands and legs.
“Those guys are going to come after me immediately we leave camp, so you need to work your magic with your father and get me posted to the same firm as yourself, maybe then I would accept the thank you”…he quickly retorted with so much concern in his voice.
“Done!!! Anything you want man, but wait I know you don’t own a smartphone, because I have never seen one on you since this camp opened. How were you able to tape or record anything in the first place”…a visibly surprised Akin asked, you could see the eagerness for the answer on his face.
“Two things…either I watch too many movies or maybe I just have a death wish, either way…I was able to get you out”…he replied with a gentle smile as they both made their way back to the parade ground.
“Could you please not tell anyone about what just happened”…Akin asked with so much meekness in his voice, a trait Victor has never seen him exhibit.
“And also can you provide the identity of those stupid guys?”…Akin asked
Nope!!! Victor replied accompanied with a nod of his head to acknowledge the earlier request.
“Hmmm”, Akin scoffed and he decided not to probe any further.
“My father would like you; you showed loyalty to my abductors by keeping their identities secret and remained loyal to me by keeping my secret. You, my friend have something that is very rare these days, loyalty!!!”…he concluded while they both made their way back amidst smiles as they joined other corps members to continue the merriment of the famous finale of the camp fire.
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|Re: The Fixer (A Short Story) by longjohnsilver: 12:23am On Dec 21, 2016|
cc : kisschrix, ayoxelee, greg42, jagugu88li, joshuamoses101, mismore, free101, olatex25, yungtemy and all other silent readers, I need una comments too oh (whether na constructive or destructive criticism, yes it is allowed)
slowly slowly, we are getting towards the end.
|Re: The Fixer (A Short Story) by joshuamoses101(m): 12:41am On Dec 21, 2016|
[quote author=longjohnsilver post=52116791][/quote]xo u re d longjohn d wicked producer i hv bin luking 4
|Re: The Fixer (A Short Story) by longjohnsilver: 12:48am On Dec 21, 2016|
me na longjohn the vicious writer
...him na youngjohn the wicked producer
|Re: The Fixer (A Short Story) by Nobody: 8:09am On Dec 21, 2016|
The errors have reduced... Cool
|Re: The Fixer (A Short Story) by Nobody: 12:34pm On Dec 21, 2016|
The mentality displayed by these soldiers is so unsoldiered, mumu pipul...
Nastynic, why you no report for duty na? Nastyd call him abeg.........nastypeople
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