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CHAPTER 2

AFTER WARS

Sitting down and hearing grandma's war stories about our ancestors as I said, always produced a strange feeling and fear in me.

Back then, when I was way younger, I would get excited about them, especially as she would speak about the bravely of our ancestors in their fights against their arch enemies. But as I grew, my mind took a new turn and certain abilities in it began to work. Like the ability to recognize fear, the feeling of dread.

Also, as a young lad, I had not really known the reason behind the so called wars between us and the humans, which had traveled down the ages, of which we had inherited. The humans too, I am sure had inherited their dislike against us from their ancestors too. I had never really known why we were fighting.

Why were we leaving our homes to go to the homes of humans to fight and attack them? And yet, they had never really come to our homes to fight us. Was it not we that should be counted at fault? Must we 'go' after them? Why can't we just remain where we were- at our homes? What did we want with the humans?

"Blood", mama said, after much asking.

"Which blood? Ours or their"

"Don't get me upset. Your curiosity is damn annoying". She sighed, "but I like the fact that you are curious, even though you ask stupid questions some times, and I know why. You just want to be so sure. We need their blood to survive"

I could now understand. I wish I could do something to save our species from needing the blood of humans. I had heard and seen a lot about the aftermath of the wars. And each day, when the warriors return, I would be glad to see papa and still feel that one day, I might not see him fly back alive but dead and maybe his body would be left behind or carried home.

I had witnessed some of my friends lost their papas too and I had seen how they and their mamas cried. But the elderly male Anopheles, who were war veterans would talk to the sons to stay calm and courageous, that it was a death for a good cause. That it was better to die fighting for the survival of our race than to stay back home in fear.

I feared loosing papa. Papa was the best male I had met and I saw him as a role model. I wanted to be like papa. I liked how papa loved mama and I knew that I would also marry and would like to love a girl Anopheles the same way papa did to mama.

But one day, what I feared most happened. What I dreaded came to pass. What I was damn scared of, I got to see and experienced.

The 'readers'- members of our intelligence unit had 'read' the home of the new family that moved in. They said that it was a safe ground to hunt. That there was no threat. And we believed them. At least the whole council did, except for me, who was just a lad. I had fear instead of faith. I feared for papa.

The council gave order that the blood sacs be made ready and ensured to have no leaks and to keep them in shape so that the blood the warriors would suck and collect from the humans would not thicken or 'clot' before their arrival to our community.

Papa was commissioned to lead the attack. Mama had helped him shine his wings and stretch them so they could fly well. I on the other hand, was watching papa flex his muscles severally to enable him fly flexibily and swiftly without any muscle cramps.

Mama cried when papa was about to leave. I tried not to since I was a male but my fear for papa was intense. I had told mama of a dream I had about papa where he went for the fights and came back dead.

Papa kissed mama and promised her that he would be back. He told us that he would get extra blood for the family, apart from the one he would be getting for the community.

But papa left and returned dead. His body was borne by his fellow warriors and mama cried out her life.

CHAPTER 1

STORIES AND US

We all sat down. It was an early morning and the morning breeze was calm and slightly cold. It was the kind of breeze that would make flying easy, such that we would just pretend like we were eagles and 'soar' on the soft and gentle wind.

Grandma was set as usual for her morning tales. I have been finding the series of stories that grandma had been telling us these day interesting and strange and these stories were getting me scared.

Why? They were stories filled with wars and all the bad things that follow wars- deaths, blood sheds and sorrows in families that lost loves ones.

I am boy Anopheles. I had heard that word, boy from a human mother addressing his child, and it sounded good to me. I immigration, fell in love with it and got myself nicknamed with it.

The other name, Anopheles is our generic name. In an every day language, it is the general name for our kind.

As I was saying, the stories grandma was telling us were about our constant fights against humans. These creatures were far bigger and stronger than us. But that was not all, they were smarter than us.

The fact of their smartness was a general fact that could not be argued among the Anopheles species. In fact, it had led to some of the most brain storming and heated meetings in our community. Many times, papa would return back from such meetings without talking to anyone.

I did not know why at first, but as I grew, I discovered why. It was about the survival of our kind. And that really gote scared because papa was one of the warrior Anopheles. He was a top ranked officer and I feared that he would one day go out to one of these fights and attacks on humans and never return.

Why? Because a mean human, as my grandma would say, might clapp him dead in between his or her hand or might use one of these poisonous gases of theirs from a spray can and suffocate him to death.

Whatever it was, I just could not properly place my hand on it. Grandma had a way of getting so tensed and tight faced and agitated when telling us of how valiantly our ancestors fought against humans and exhibited such valor and boldness even in the faces of these giant creatures and some even died and died, gloriously.

Usually, we rarely hold burial ceremonies as I had heard about our arch enemies- humans. You might wonder how I could tell you all these, well, mama said I was special and I was one of the 'gifted ones' just like my papa.

Unlike my papa, who was 'gifted' in physical strength and energy, he was one of the most athletic and muscular male Anopheles, I was not gifted with a huge body but with a huge brain. My brain was something else, our elders had told papa. They said usually few of my kind were born in a generation. And that we hold special place in our survival.

I wondered why. I did not understand that. I wished I was as gifted as papa but I wasn't. They said I was gifted in my brain and would end up working with the Intelligence Unit of our community, which are responsible for getting Intels.

These intelligence officers were the ones that survey prospective human family homes to see if they were good for hunt. They were the 'readers', the spies. After which, they would bring back reports to tell us if the place was good and safe for hunt or not.

If they noticed how much the humans at the 'location' talked so much of malaria and dealing with it, if they saw them hang nets in their bedrooms and if they saw those cans of poisonous gases displayed around, they would declare such grounds as no battle grounds, as unsafe zones to hunt.

One of the days came, and a new human family moved into our most populated hunting sites and our intelligence officer- the readers went to read the situation of the family's home, and they saw no nets hanging, saw no cans of those poisonous gases displayed and did that a second night and got the same result. They concluded that it was safe to hunt and papa was commissioned to lead the hunt.

What happened changed everything for me.

SYNOPSIS

The war between humans and mosquitoes have been on for centuries.

A warrior male Anopheles was betrayed by his own and his son's destiny is about to be aborted.

What would become of his lineage?

Lost Trust. Betrayals lurk everywhere.

This is an allegory. It is an imagined work.

As usual, I salute the generals here.
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Oyinprince:
It's been a while I read anything. Nice story writer, you didn't write it like a novice

Thanks boss..

CHAPTER 2

"It takes a few people with strategy and good coordination to do evil which would affect the many"

The common event that had been making headlines in the country had been the kidnap of elder statesmen. The first of such events occurred last two years and after the kidnapped persons were kept for a year and a month, they were released.

The circumstances relating to their kidnap and release was greatly unknown to the masses. The best the people could do was come up with assumed stories. No one seemed to know the truth, not even the media houses.

Some schools of thought claimed that the kidnaps were staged and were nothing but dramatics set up to confuse the people and distract them from facing the real issues at hand. They claimed that such news were directed intentionally at the poor masses who would get anxious for the rich few who never cared for their simple existence.

"The poor sympathizes for the rich, who laughs at how much strength they still have to weep for the rich", one said.

After the release of the first batch of kidnapped elder statesmen, which were twelve men ranging from late sixties to late seventies in age. One was a former vice president, two were former national senators of the second republic, while three were founding political party leaders. Two were former governors, while the rest were national unionists and renowned educationalists, the nation felt it was the last of such a case they would witness but it wasn't.

Chief Theo Okima; a senior advocate, Chief Beko Hassan; a multimillion naira businessman, Chief Uke Sam; another business tycoon, Alhaji Sule Kai; founder and chairman Kai Holdings, and Alhaji Usman Pika, a retired inspector general of police- the notorious five sat discussing. A private detective had been persistently trying to unmask the men behind the kidnappings.

The issue with Private Detective Paddy Laki was that he was one of the foreign trained detective with a die hard doggedness. Who ever was behind him, sponsoring him must be very wealthy. Whatever was his interest, one could not say.

"He must be eliminated. Remember twelve years ago, how Mark Dimka went down? He was getting too.close in discovering the leak in the account. He wanted to know how such huge amount of money was missing from the Ministry of Transportation's account. If he had traced to the source, our plans would have failed. We must not loose power. We must retain power at all cost, to do that we must be like ghosts that cannot be gripped or held", chief Okima said. All agreed.

As usual in few weeks time, Private Detective Paddy was found dead in a hotel room. His girl friend was handsomely paid to do the job. What he did not discover as a detective that he was, was that Salome was his Delilah. She was trained and groomed to bring him down. It was a project that had a year's preparation and costed much. But it was worth it.

Anyone who had worked with Private Detective Paddy would agree that he was a very creative and intelligent man, and a dogged and diligent man whose weakness was any woman with a very fair skin, with curved hips, round backside, an average bust who walks with much feminine gait.

The devil that sent Delilah on a mission to bring Samson down did the same for Private Detective Paddy through the notorious five.

As soon as he saw her, for they ensured that she was always positioned in a place where he could not miss to see her. She was a close door neighbor, a staff in an organization near his office and a student in his PH.D class.

He went after her for a while, chasing her with his all as though his life depended on getting her. Unknown to him, his death depended on getting her.

She played hard to get for a while and then she fell for him as she had been told to. They needed some time for him to feel that she was indeed his, until she was signalled to kill him.

She poisoned his drink, and he drank from the cup of death and gave up the ghost, while his eyes stared at her.

When the notorious five had put him out of the way, they felt invincible not knowing that nemesis was waiting for them. Karma, they say, is a bitch. And their karma was Mark Dimka's son Leonard, whose whereabouts no one knew except Colonel Jack.

The two gun men had told them that they had killed the boy when asked, even though a boy was not mentioned in the mission given to them to be killed. The gun men never knew that Mark and his wife Helen had a boy.

The boy had grown having trained as a special force man in the states, he returned with one mission in mind- to avenge his parent's death.

CHAPTER 1

TWELVE YEARS BACK

"To better understand the future, we need look back to the past"

Mr. Mark sat before the television with his hand on the remote. It was his way of watching the television, two eyes on the screen and a hand of the remote. In this way, it would be easier for him to change the channel if he found what they show as unpleasant or uninteresting.

It was 9PM and a Tuesday's evening. It was the time for Crime Hour, his favorite television program. Mr. Mark loved crime related stories and would have been a detective, which was his childhood dream but his dad would not let him. His dad had preferred him studying a conventional course or an everyday course which could easily secure employment in the labor market than an abstract course like criminology.

The man on the screen was dressed in an ash suit, a white plain shirt and a blue tie. He loved ash, it was his favorite cloth color. Almost all of his suits were ash colored. It was his wife, Helen that compelled him to buy two black suits and a blue one.

He looked at his phone as soon as it vibrated. It was a text message from his close friend, Colonel Jack. They had been secondary school mates back in the days and had grown closer over the years. While Jack had a father that gave him the support to pursue his dream of becoming a soldier, Mark's dad pushed him into becoming an accountant, neglecting his dream of becoming a detective.

I am on my way, the text message read.

Mr. Mark had called his friend to come and see him. He could not clearly say why but he felt uneasy and it made me anxious. Mr. Mark was not one given to anxiety but this time, he felt an intense measure of it.

He had tried to ask himself what could be the reason behind his feeling of anxiety but he couldn't state any. His wife, Helen had noted his restless look and had asked the same question but he had told her that it was nothing. He didn't want to get her worried. Moreover, he knew the kind of woman he had married. She was one of the smartest women he had met, and with her line of thisprofession as a psychologist, he would find it hard to stand her series of questions to know what the issue was.

His son Leonard was with his mom in the kitchen helping her to do some of the dishes. He was just ten years old and had been longing to have a younger sibling for as long as he could remember.

Mr. Mark and his wife had not had another child since they had Leonard. They had gone for series of medical checks and tests to know what the issue was but all the results indicated nothing as been wrong.

One doctor had told them, "Wait on God, His time is always the best"

Mr. Mark had frowned at that talk. He was not someone who had anything serious with God. He believed life was governed by laws and principles which run systems and not some so called big unseen person.

His door bell rang, he stood up and opened the door without looking through the door hole. He felt it was his friend, Colonel Jack. As soon as he did, a gun was pointing straight at his face being held by a masked man. Behind him, followed another.

The man commanded him to put his hands behind him and walk towards the center of the sitting room.

"What do you want?", Mr. Mark asked

"Shut up. We ask the questions not you", the first gun man answered hitting him angrily with the handle of his gun.

He groaned in pain as his head began to pound. He had had a hectic day and had some feeling of headache. The hit magnified the feeling.

"Where is your wife?", the first gun man asked. Without waiting for him to answer, he commanded, "To the kitchen. I smell something cooking. She must be there."

The other man pointed his gun towards Helen as soon as he stepped into the kitchen. She gasped in fear. But Leonard was not there. He was hidden in one of the big cupboards by his mum, who had commanded him to make no sound no matter what he heard or saw.

"Don't be scared", Mr. Mark told his wife.

"Don't listen to this fool of a husband. Better be scared because a gun is not a tool for joke", the second said.

The first commanded, "Sit on the floor". Husband and wife complied and he got the husband tied up first.

"Get us some food", he commanded Helen. After the food was served, they sat to eat while ignoring Mark's wife's(Helen) constant plea to let them be.

"Whatever you need, we will give", she pleaded.

"Its your life that the people who sent us need", the second said. The first looked at his colleague, who regretted saying what he just said.

Mark was angry and was cursing under his breath, "Cowards", while the gun men gulped in the Eba and egusi soup set before them.

Leonard was furious at what was happening. He could see them through a slight opening by the door of the cupboard.

Suddenly, the door bell rang.

"I think someone is at the door. We have overstayed our time. Shoot them as we were instructed and let's go", the first gun man commanded the second.

A second ring of the door bell but with a knock on the door.

"Shoot, you fool!"

"I can't", the second stammered, shaking

"Coward", the first cursed and pulled the trigger at Mr. Mark and his wife as soon as another knock- a louder one landed on the door.

"Let's move!"

As soon as Colonel Jack heard the gun shots, he struggled frantically to break open the door, which he finally did but the gun men had escaped unknowingly to him through the kitchen door before he could get in.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, he saw his friend and his wife lying dead with bullets stuck in their forehead. And he went mad.

There was a movement in the big cupboard, he turned swiftly to the cupboard.

"Who is that?", he roared.

"Uncle Jack, its me", Leonard cried.

SYNOPSIS

A boy of 10 years old who had witnessed his parents murdered ruthlessly by masked gun men grew up with one mission in mind- revenge.

Years later, he joins the special armed forces with a secret motive in mind- to prepare himself for revenge.

Will he accomplish the mission he had set himself out to do or will he discover another?

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NICE ONE! good story,followed from the beginning.thank God i did,pls we need part 2.

Thanks, will work on that.

CHAPTER 9

"All things works together for good"- Paul of Tarsus

Its been two weeks since I resumed work at the office. As planned by my boss, we left on the day he had stated. Before the day arrived, I was already back to good health. All the spirit of Usain Bolt in my stomach had left. No more runny stomach. But beyond that a lot happened in those two days.

Debbie and I were fastly getting close and we discovered that we had lots in common. We could talk for long and almost on any subject except of course on matters regarding women's hair- Brazilian wig, and co; and their make up stuffs, which I was just a novice in. I heard they now lay foundation on their faces. Ah!

Since we could not cross proper boundaries like I staying in her room till late at night and she doing same in my room(as a lady, it would not be seen as proper. Moreover, given the fact that I was staying in her father's house and her mum was around), we resorted to prolonged and late night social media chats.

When we left- her dad and I, I wished I could eat more of those Mama Aki's bean and get sick and stay back again. Who knew that Mama Aki's beans could help me find a lady? A lady who ignored me when I was packed up in suits and ties and trying all to impress her but got close toe when I was sick. Who knew the power of a poorly cooked beans? I'm sure Mama Aki did not know the wonder work her beans did in my life. Such power!

After I arrived, I called Mr. Ben, and we fixed an appointment to see the next day. The meeting turned out successful. He invested a huge sum of money into the company and I stood in as his insurance agent or officer as he had requested.

And my boss? The man was busy telling anyone who cared to listen that I was a very smart, diligent and competent young man. And that I was a product of his close mentoring and watchfulness.

Na so. When guy don make brain come hammer, people go dey rush come say dem help the guy pay lesson fees back in the days when him dey still go school. Some go say dem help am buy pencil and sharpner.

But then, with all honesty, my boss challenged me and pushed out of my comfort zone to put my potentials to work and prove myself. To reward me, he got me promoted. Soon, I would be given a car since I secured one of the biggest investor.

But I decided to work more. I decided to chase after other big investors because I wouldn't want him to just toss me out when he discover that chemistry has been going on between his daughter, Debbie and I. I needed to solidify my relevance and competence in the company.

As of Mama Aki's beans, I avoided eating her beans. I had to maintain my lane and let the beans maintain its own. Its better that way, everyone should give heed and beware of what he or she eats

THE END...

CHAPTER 8

I could hardly contain my heart with my chest wall. It was beating fast and with much agitation in a.manner that made me fear it could drop on the floor anytime soon. I was also sweating and drops of sweat broke from my forehead.

Unlike my friend Alex, I could get so anxious about a thing and instantly loose every sense of personal control and coordination. And as often as was the case, the cause of such anxieties end up not leading to intense drastic outcomes as I had worried about.

I wished I was like Alex. I wished I was calm but I doubted that even Alex with all his PH.D in self control and personal calmness could be calm in such a situation as I was at that time.

"Leave us", he said, pointing to Debbie in a barely audible volume. But it sounded as if he spoke with a loud speaker.

Debbie left my side with a speed that was almost the speed of light. And I stood. She must have felt a little bit surprised, since she knew the kind of effect her father's anger could produce, that she didn't hear the sound of my body falling on the floor.

But looking at Mr. Morris, you could find no trace of surprise even if you used a microscope to view. And even if you spent a whole year doing that, you would find none except a look that says something like: I know your game boy. And that look was something else.

As soon as the door was closed, and Debbie's foot steps was no longer heard(she had worn a flat sandal whose steps could be heard as she walked), he walked to seat on the seat where Debbie had been sitting and motioned me to sit on the bed close to him and facing him. I couldn't look into his face.

Damn, this is bad, I thought. I should have just avoided pretending not been able to walk properly to get Debbie to hold me. Now, look at what this pretense had gotten me into. I was not just on my boss's incompetent persons list at office, I just got myself enlisted into another list at home.

But my mind flashed immediately at what I felt when Debbie held me, the softness of her touch, the scent of her body and I concluded that if the lion king was angry that I let his lion princesses touch me, then he was yet to see my next move. He would be shocked when I get her as mine.

"You are grossly incompetent as a human being. In all my existence, I have never seen an unserious young man like you. Sometimes, I wonder if you are really young because you act like someone with an aged brain. How could you after all you did, use craftiness to get my daughter to help you walk? Nothing fears you right? If I get you misbehave just one more time, I mean just one more time, you will be gone. Do you understand me?"

"Yes sir", I nodded. I was shocked at myself that I was no longer afraid. Ah, I thought, what a fool I was. Who wouldn't be afraid in such a case. I guess my brain had gotten sick not to register fear. I might really need brain transplant.

He was silent for some time and spoke up, "We are loosing funds at the company and its threatening the business. Moreover, we are needed to expand our capital base a bit. We need funds to do that and that can only be done by securing big investors that can be ready to put big money in the business. I would have said I am counting on you but seeing all these gross misbehaviors of yours, any man counting on you is like a man betting on having the Pacific ocean in Sahara desert or a man betting on Arsenal FC under Arsene Wenger to win the UEFA Champions League"

At this point, I began to pity for myself. What kind of analogy was that? And what kind of insult was that? I got determined immediately, to prove my boss wrong. I was going to strategize and show him that I was not a young man with aged brain. I was going to show him that I was a young man who he could count on to pull in big investors into the company, and last of all, I was going to show him that I could have the lion princesses. I could have Debbie.

He stood up, "You will be getting back to office next two days. You better recover fast. Meanwhile, I will be leaving soon, I will be back in two days time. You will be traveling back with me then."

"Alright sir. I am sorry for my wrongs"

He ignored me and walked towards the door, opened it and left.

"God, help me", I prayed.

I pulled out my phone after he left and began to scroll the contacts. I remembered I had met a man- Mr. Ben, whose car had a fault one evening on a lonely street and I was able to help him fix it. I was good with cars even though I didn't have any. And we had exchanged contacts when he asked me where I worked and what I was doing. I had spoken to him of insurance and he got some interest in it and asked me to keep in touch but I was barely doing that.

The phone rang and he picked after three rings.

"Hello Samson Omafe, just the man I wanted to hear from"

"Good day sir"

"How are you? Its been long. I have been wanting to call you but I have been so busy"

"I am good sir. Sorry for that sir"

"Its not your fault. I have some funds to put in, so I want you to serve as my insurance officer"

My heart skipped. Wow. That was miraculous. God just answered my prayers fast.

"Hello", he said, "Are you still there?"

"Sorry sir, I am. How do we meet?"

"I am not in town right now. I will be coming into Abuja in three days time. Let's see then. But I will call you tomorrow morning to get detailed information"

"It's alright by me. I hope you are good sir, and your family?"

"I am good and they are too. Got to go. Tomorrow then"

"Sure sir. Tomorrow. Nice day sir"

"Same", he said and hung up.

I felt excited.

Later that night, unlike usual, I heard a knock at my door around dinner time. Since I had come into my boss's house, dinner was always had at the dinning room. As the door opened, she stood there with a tray of food.

"Come in", I managed to say

She walked in with her usual gait. Oh Lord, this lady does something to me. I could get everyone into a stadium to pay and seat with them just to watch her walk.

She set it on a side stool which she had drawn close, opened it, it was jollof rice and a chicken lap.

"Your food"

"Thank you"

She stood up to go, I reached out and caught her hand, "please stay", I pleaded

She smiled, "just for a little while. As soon as you are through eating, I will pack the plates and leave"

"Then I will eat a seed of rice at a time. I can't bear to let you go"

She laughed, "You are funny"

CHAPTER 7

Looking at her as she walked carefully and gently into the room produced an effect on me. An effect I was so familiar with. During the week when she was with us at the office, when she had come to visit her dad, I had experienced tremendous measures of that effect.

My heart was racing fast, and I was suddenly perspiring despite the air conditioner in the room. It seemed my internal body temperature rose. This was not a medical symptom reflecting the condition of my health. It was something else. An emotional symptom of the fact that I was still in love with this lady, despite what had happened between us.

After I had strategized on how to get her convinced that I was in love with her by kissing her suddenly without her consent and expectation, I had rarely let my lips land on hers, when all of a sudden I began to hear the sound of a siren. I wondered why I should be hearing such sound so loud. It took me some seconds to register that I had been slapped.

Debbie slapped me for trying to kiss her. I was angry, frustrated and ashamed. These triplet of emotions had filled my mind but I could do nothing. Would I have slapped her back? Slapping the boss's daughter? Hmm, that would cost me my job. Moreover, I was afraid that she would report the issue to her dad, that was sexual harassment, and that would be something else. I prayed she didn't. After that day, I didn't see her again until now.

"Hey", I said. I was lying on the bed with drip on me.

"Hi", she replied with a faint smile. "Sorry"

I nodded thanks. I was looking at her and mere doing that, was having another effect on me. She drew a seat close.

"I heard you ate beans"

I was shocked. How could my boss have told her daughter about what I had told him. I thought it was supposed to be confidential. And then I remembered how close they were- father and daughter.

Moreover, I felt embarrassed that he did that. This was a lady I was interested in, and was trying to woo. Such story would affect my chance. It exposed my weakness- my weakness for food and for eating in a lowly place. Like most guys my age, I wanted my CV before her to be clean, not one filled with tales of eating poorly cooked beans and having a runny stomach.

"Oh, he told you?"

"Not really. He just mentioned that you had eaten beans. So, I wanted to hear the full gist that's why I came", she smiled.

Boy, that smile was heavenly. It was from a place so far from this blue planet of us.

Well, I was already exposed what would I do? I could choose to lie and cover some spots to impress her. I had done that before. And what did that achieve for me? Did it help me get the girl? No.

Moreover, I had a runny stomach and it was really running with the speed of Usain Bolt, and would soon beckon me to the toilet to relieve myself. That alone would further expose me.

"Are you sure you want to hear the whole gist?"

"Of course. It must be an interesting one. Tell me"

So, I started right from the dream I had had, to the arrogant guy that splashed me muddy water with his car, to the faeces the bird defaecated on me, to the set up by her dad, my boss to give an address, then to the rush back home and the dry cleaner's episode to the whole gist.

She was really finding it hard to stay quiet. She was really laughing her lungs out and loud. Being one gifted with humor, I accelerated further and as I did, she laughed more. The sound of her laughter was a great motivation. I could dare Goliath to a fight just to hear that sound again. I could die gladly looking at such beautiful face with the music of her laughter resounding in my ears.

I suddenly felt the pressure mount around my waist. Toilet calls. I calmed myself.

"Any issue? You need to go to the toilet?"

"Yes" I said with my face down.

"Its nothing to be ashamed of Sam"

That was the first time I heard her call me Sam not Samson. It was spectacular.

She helped me up from the bed, so I walked to the toilet. And after some pushing which seemed to produce more stool than before (I guess the medication was working or maybe, it was the miracle of her presence), I came out but she was still waiting for me.

As soon as I saw her looking at me expectedly and asking with her eyes, if I needed her help to walk to the bed, I felt excited. When I thought things were really getting bad, behold a sweet light of goodness waiting for me. So, really this whole incident is not as bad as it appears to be. It could have a good end to it.

Without me saying a thing, I just pretended I was having some difficulties in walking properly, she rushed to my side and held me to walk back. I was having the touch of heaven.

Suddenly, the door to the room opened and I froze on the spot. This was not who I wanted to see us like this. My happiness gave way to fear. Intense fear.

I want appreciate again, all who made comments. By God's grace, we are drawing close to the end of this story. As I said, I am just learning to write, so you might have noticed lots of flaws and imperfections. Please make comments of commendations, constructive criticisms as well as corrections to help me learn more and do better.
But then, I have some questions, they may not be really trying questions but I would like some answers.

1. Would Samson loose his job?
2. What do you think happened when Sam tried kissing Debbie?
3. Do you think anything good will finally result from these whole bad incidents that he had faced?
4. What good thing do you think it would be?

Thanks for attempting.

CHAPTER 6

My boss had been quiet towards me since we arrived. It had been two days since we came in- to his family home. I knew he was angry at me and was so angry that he was silent about it. The look in his eyes was distant, coldly angry and tired.

He was tired of me and all my annoying and unprofitable stunts. I had succeeded in making him miss an appointment he had fixed that afternoon. He was not pleased about it, but he couldn't really do anything since it was clear to him that I was having a difficult situation. He had to call to reschedule.

The journey was one of, if not the most uninteresting journey I have ever had. I was stooling in between. I couldn't continue the driving, my boss had to take over the wheels. Even after stopping by at a road side Pharmacy shop to buy some drugs and take them, I still didn't get any better. I even got extra bread to eat, still nothing.

The only statement he made to me at the height of his anger and frustration was, "How could you be this inefficient?". That statement or rather question got me really scared and wondering if I still had a place in the organization.

How would I loose my job? How would I be out of favor with my boss? How would I do things that made me frown at me and develop cold anger towards me? Can I handle the pains of loosing my job now especially when many are in need of jobs, many battling for the limited available jobs? And not only that, how many organization pay as when due and regularly like the one I work in?

What kind of problem is this? Why are all these bad stuffs happening to me?

These whole incidents in my life in these last few days made me remember a movie I had watchwatch. I think the title was or was close to something like A Series of Unfortunate Events.

Will any good thing happen? I doubt yet I believe God. Oh God, please help me, I prayed.

But there was another issue on ground. Its regarding my boss's second daughter- Debbie(I know the full name is Deborah. But you know ladies and their name- shortening skills. They could just shorten any name, as though they possess a special weapon or sword for cutting names. For example, Elizabeth could get cut to Eliza, then Lizzy, and further to Beth or Bethy with variations in spellings or ultimately, Li or Be).

From the first time I set my eyes on her, I noticed that my telescopic eyes zoomed into her soul. She had one of the most beautiful souls and she was a sight to behold. I immediately fell in love with her, and that was my usual wahala- love at first sight syndrome.

Please don't label me as a weak emotioned guy o. I don't need names calling now. The thing is, if I sight any lady that fits my specs, my hearts just teleports fast and far ahead of my brain, and I would be trying to brake the motion but it would seem the brakes failed. I hope this thing would not put me into trouble. Make I no fall in love with mammy wata one day.

But Debbie's case was different, she did her best to frustrate me by ignoring me. For the one week she spent at the office when she had come to see her Dad, I did everything imaginable to impress her, both wise and foolish things, natural and unnatural things. I even became hyper active in our staff meetings, since she was allowed in, by making nice suggestions, raising my hand to answer questions and ask further questions but none of these worked.

"Guy, your head dey knock?", Alex had asked me in his usual funny way. "That babe no send you o. I doubt say she know say you dey even exist. Moreover, you get liver to hustle boss daughter?"

I just gave up after some considerations, even though I was always encouraging myself to keep the game up but one particular incident between us made me pack up my 'toasting' jersey and boots on her case.

I told myself I was not going to give up so quickly. How would I? What kind of man would that make me look like in her eyes? How would I convince her that I was genuinely in love with her if I would just quit on her? I must do something, something I had not done before to get what I had not gotten before. They said, insanity is doing things in the same way and expecting results differently.

I started reading some love and romantic stories on Nairaland. I noticed some awkwardly bold moves some guys made towards ladies that they were in love with and how ultimately, such moves ended up getting the job done. One of those moves was top on my mind.

A kiss. Yes, a kiss. A sudden one. She might act at first as though she didn't expect it and was not alright with it but in the next few seconds, she might, in fact, I was sure, she would kiss me back.

I was so sure of that. I went on YouTube and watched videos on kissing styles. French kiss and the rest. When I was satisfied that I had learnt the 'killer' kisses and kiss moves, I smiled at myself. I felt ready for the job. I set out my plans on how to corner her and make my attempt.

But what happened shocked me.

You are an amazing writer sir. I am amazed at how you do that...

Wow!!! I am impressed. Nice work sir

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Another boss is here. Thank you sir

afolabiwunmi:
Ride on, kudos.

Thanks for the encouragement.

Dindondin:
If a sinner like me cN tell you that your story is sweet, shout hallelujah. I can derail a moving train, wreck a ship, cause accident in national assembly. I get PhD for thread derailing. Bet (but), I m here telling you that your thread is sweet. Yes it is. Am enjoying it like a chilled Coca-Cola I'm this hot sun, like a 6 inches long wrapped hemp around 7pm, like 1 bottle of Beta Gin consumed early @5am on the sea.
AvatarMode abi na Ben 10 or what's ya name? I give you the liberty stadium in Ibadan and effontry tank to continue with this thread. Turn it to season film. Elongate my bro. You get mouth like kettle, sorry...I mean closet.

Thanks chief sir.

CHAPTER 5

I kept stooling through out the night. It was as if an ocean of water was poured into my body and it succeeded in making watery, everything I had eaten. To make things easier, I positioned my white armless plastic seat close to my toilet door.

I had bought bread on my way home after leaving Mama Aki's place. I felt I would need it since I might, as I often experience, get hungry at night. It was strictly for treating hunger but I decided to use it for something else- to treat my running stomach. I had heard that eating bread helps thicken the stomach's watery contents, solidifies it a little and so limits constant stooling.

It was after I applied this street medication knowledge that I could relocate from my toilet door to my bed to catch some sleep. It was a short sleep, just a little above two hours. I needed to wake up around 5:00AM, latest 5:30AM. I wouldn't want a repeat of late coming again. At least, the one I did the previous day was yet to be properly atoned for. So, I set my phone alarm on.

I woke up at 5:30AM, prayed and started getting ready for the journey. I went to the toilet after I thought it was necessary I did that, since I was to travel with my boss. I wanted to give time to the stooling business, so as to empty everything from my belly and run on an empty stomach. It was far better running on such empty stomach than running on a full watery belly.

But I sat on my toilet seat and literally pushed like a woman in a labor room, sweat drops breaking forth from my forehead, and with all such energy applied in pushing, nothing serious came out. Whether they were hiding, I didn't know. It was just that I was not feeling my stomach well.

This bread don go cause lock down for my belle, I thought. Which kind matter be this? I was interested in pushing out everything but since nothing serious was ready to be pushed out, I began to pray that the state of emergency which the bread had declared on my belly remain.

To strengthen this bread induced state of emergency in the locality of my stomach, I decided to eat more bread. I wanted to reenforce my stomach walls from collapsing. I wouldn't want to be driving and be having a constant feeling to defaecate.

Soon enough, I was ready and took a bike to the office. It was 6:10AM. I spoke to the office's security man so I could use his toilet, he agreed. I tried again but nothing happened. Pushed and pushed, nothing.

Okay, I thought. I think this matter has been effectively laid to rest. I went out get more bread and ate again to create further lock down. After that, my stomach seemed to be healed. I felt good. I was ready for the journey. I was even feeling like going to my boss's house to remind him of the journey. My fear of having a running stomach had been dealt with.

But the issue had just taken a different turn, and that was far beyond what all my bread eating had got me prepared for.

My boss came and I greeted him, he answered and came out for me to take over the driver's seat. He came in his Toyota Venza. It was my dream car, my favorite car. As I sat on the driver's seat, I tried to imagine myself as the owner and it felt so good.

I turned on the air conditioner and radio as my boss told me. My boss, Mr. Morris loved listening to news. He said a wise man does not just read history books but also gets himself abreasted with facts of present happenings.

It was a discussion panel. The topic for discussion was the grazing rights. The anchor was asking some questions and letting his guests answer.

One man said, "You can't just push people into giving their lands for cattle to feed on. If the herds men want a place or a land to feed their cattle on, they should pay for it or get it rented. Land owners have plans for their lands, and if the government includes grazing as part of it, then the land owner should be properly motivated and rewarded to let his land be used as far as he profits from it. Whatever plan he is sacrificing his land for to be used for graze must be properly compensated for by the pay from the herds men. So, for me, grazing should be pay as the cattle graze. It should not be made into some funny law"

The other disagreed, "I don't think payment should be demanded. We are fellow citizens and should support each others venture. It is a key to encouraging and supporting and nurturing entrepreneural drive..."

The other cut, "Are they the only ones that need support? What about supporting the land owner too?"

I looked at the mirror to see my boss's face, he was enjoying their arguments and smiling in between.

As we went on, my stomach broke loose. The reenforcements began to collapse. What's happening, I asked myself again. I needed to stop and relieve myself or else, things would get bad.

To make things complicated, my boss said, we were behind schedules that we would not stop to get stuffs on the way. Who cared for that? Me? No way. Let me first remove these beans inside my stomach.

Eastatlantaniqqa:
I hope the title and content aren't in contrast

Thanks for the input sir. Just tying loose ends

elyna:
I'm following, please come and complete it.

I just did. Thank you for reading

Kingsunnyaleke:
Keep it up

Thanks sir

CHAPTER 4

I couldn't look at his face. It was as though his eyes were shooting arrows at me. It was few seconds but it seemed as though the time stood still and the moment dragged.

I knew he had every right to be angry. First, he had informed me and yet I had not acted appropriately. Second, I came in late, and in between, even when he called, I did not pick his calls, neither did I reply his text message. Even if I had missed his calls as I did, I was supposed to call back but I did not.

He seemed to be busy because he did not stop to call me into his office and scold me, which was his usual manner of handling such things. This was one of the things I liked about my boss, he never scolds one publicly. He would do that behind the door of his office. It was one of his ways of respecting his staff.

Alex walked up to me, "Guy, you mess up. Na wetin?"

I wiped off the sweat on my forehead with my handkerchief, "Na long story. How the thing come waka?"

"Boss delegate me to talk. Na God help me, I for really scatter the show. You know say I no even prepare. Na after him call you wey you no pick, na him he say make I cover for you. He come give me areas to talk on"

"No vex abeg. How far? Oga dey really vex for me abi? Hope him no go do something drastic about this matter?"

"Cool down. No worry. Nothing like that go happen. He wan see you?"

"He no even talk give me. I know say him dey vex, though he dey as if he still busy. I go go see am. Though I need to first send am text message to apologize. Make that one go ahead first"

"No p. Make we enter our office"

Alex was my paddy. Unlike me, he had this ability of staying calm in a tough situation and of saying words to calm one down. Just talking with him helped me.

The cold air from the air conditioner was a relief. As I sat, I was mentally preparing myself on how to talk with my boss. I imagined standing before him(that is if he did not ask me to sit), and apologizing and explaining myself.

My boss was not one that listens only to an apology, he would also ask to know what happened. It seemed he liked stories, to know what really happened.

Few moments after my text message to my boss was reported delivered, his came in: "Come to my office". My mind skipped despite all my mental preparation to explain myself properly.

"Good day sir", I greeted as I stepped into his office.

" You disappointed me", he started with his eyes fixed on me. He was not looking angry. "You must have a good explanation for that", he continued. Then paused. "You will be traveling with me tomorrow morning. You will tell me exactly why you came in late"

"I am sorry sir. If I may ask, where are we going to?"

"See you tomorrow Omafe. Be at the office by 6:30AM. You will be driving me"

"Alright sir", I replied. I wished he had told me where we were going to, and also, the purpose of the journey. It would have helped me have an idea of what to need for the journey. But at that moment, I felt it was not wise for me to insist on knowing where we were to travel to.

Moreover, he did not react angrily despite the fact that I offended him. I would not want to use my curiosity to annoy him further. So, I left his office as soon as he dismissed me. It was evident that he was still busy.

Mr. Morris, my boss was a man in his early fifty but looking at him, you would think he was in his mid forties. He was the one who helped me get the job even though I was not as qualified as the others but he said I had potentials and I was intelligent. So, from the start, I had always regarded him with utmost respect, to the point that I would often feel terribly bad whenever I hurt him. He was like a father figure.

After work, I decided to stop at Mama Aki's shop to eat since I was feeling famished. I had not eaten since morning. Mama Aki was my food customer. As a young unmarried guy just like my other team single guys members, I also had a particular spot where I eat regularly whenever I didn't cook at home. Mama Aki's place was mine.

For sometime, I and some other guys had been disturbing her of adding another class of food to her food business. It had been majorly, if not all carbohydrates. Rice(rice and stew, jollof rice, fried rice. Rice na rice, all of them na rice), Irish potatoes, sweet potatoes, white yam and egg sauce, spaghetti but no beans, which is protein.

On this fateful day, Mama Aki decided to answer our long awaited prayers and made beans- porridge beans. As soon as I steeped in, she called me in her characteristic way.

"Samson and Delilah, I make beans o"

"Serious?", I asked surprised. Some of my guys there, fellow members of team single guys that patronize her like me responded: "See flexing. Guy, the beans get sense. This thing make brain"

And without asking further, I ordered for the beans and also for a bottle of cold Pepsi to wash it down, to enable a safe journey of the beans to its destination- my stomach. The cold Pepsi was needed especially considering the weather too.

As soon as the plate of beans landed on my table, all the smell cells in my nose began to analyze it and soon enough my brain testified that indeed, the beans make brain. All the creatures in my stomach stood at the front line ready to welcome this long awaited guest.

I did a sharp prayer and started business. In few minutes, I was done. I guaged my stomach and got a message to order an extra half plate which I did immediately. By the time, I was through I felt as if a new life was passed into my system.

I gisted with my guys there about the Manchester City's match watch I had missed the other day, after which I headed home. I got my things ready for the journey, after which I decided to watch some movies and didn't even know when I slept off.

Around 2AM, I woke up. Something was happening inside of me. My stomach was reacting, speaking in a strange language which would only be answered by visiting the toilet. I succeeded in pushing and pushing but nothing substantial came out.

But this was the beginning of another trouble. When I thought things were getting less intense, my stomach has started having issues. The beans I ate was attacking my system with one bad formation like that.

What's happening, I asked again. All these issues on top one person?

Thank you sirs and mas- everyone who made comments.

Caustics:
its like you lost your job finally. If not a busy man like you wont have time to be writing stories.

Funny sir

nsien1:
That was quite spectacular.Keep up.

Thank you sir.

Rollins777:
Bro,complete the story na,am enjoying it,really interesting.

Thank you sir for the encouragement. I will do that.