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I won't come on nairaland to scam people of 3k naira and put up my picture in my profile. You're rude and your attitude tire me.

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Chapter 8
After Kukoyi heard what happened, he sighed and sat down dejectedly. His glance at Simi announced the pain that embodied his heart.
‘Maybe you should…’ Kukoyi said.
‘I’m not going in alone…Nothing can change that?’ Simi said assuredly.
‘And… Wait, Eagle’, Dezzy said. ‘Why can’t we just send her somewhere she will get something meaningful for us. Not all these tidbit info…’
‘Let me think of everything… I’ll get back to you’, Kukoyi said after a while.
As they waited on Kukoyi for cues, Simi became bored. Dezzy returned to training and perfecting different fighting techniques, which she said she had been studying through YouTube videos, apps, and other movies.
Simi, on the other hand, just wanted peace. She wished that she hadn’t run away from the orphanage home. But she just couldn’t bring herself to stay anymore at the orphanage home. Everyone she grew with had either gotten a new home or no longer found her company-worthy. She was alone, despite the plethora of happy faces. The thought of this rocked her to sleep. After a long while, she woke and saw a little paper she made at the orphanage. It made her thought remain laced on the orphanage.
That was why she missed Ekele.
His smile, neatness, and genuine joy were what grabbed her attention the first time she saw him from their room. That Saturday, she, alongside every other orphan, was reading.
But her room, as Miss Johnson loved to call it, was a room for the rebels. Simi, tired of reading, stared out of the window since her bed was fortunately by the window. From her sitting position, she could see the backyard of the neighbouring compound.
Ekele was there, dancing enthusiastically to a song by Kizz Daniel. Oblivious of Simi’s stares and wonders, he was so focused on the music and dance steps. Simi sat up and glanced at the compound behind Ekele’s, which was a motel.
Many ladies and young girls moved within the motel’s compound during the day, washing clothes, plates, and so many other things. Their skimpy dresses always left little to the imagination, but Simi’s most troubled times were in the night when the bulb was dimmer. She would only see their shadows, moving, slowly at first, then with unknown aggression, repeatedly, briefly like the passing of the wind. After a while, some men would come out of the shadow into the full glare of the bulb. Then, one of the ladies or young girls would come out into the light, adjusting their clothes, staring at some sort of paper note under the dull reflection of the bulb.
Days after days, Ekele came back here to dance.
One day, after watching Ekele, she knew she had to talk to him. The orphans were rarely allowed out of the compound, except during annual excursions, and their fence was too high to let them see anyone outside. Their windows had darknets that made those outside the building have a hard time looking into the house.
So, Simi decided to write him a letter. Ensuring her roommates were playing outside when she was doing this, she got a sheet of paper and wrote,
Hi,
My name is Simisoluwa. I like the way you dance. I am a girl. I want to be your friend.
-Simi
Miss Johnson's time to send them all into the house for siesta was just around the corner. So, she rushed into the compound, sneakily picked a stone, and wrapped the letter around it. She pulled off one of her socks' threads; she tied the letter as furtively as she could around excited children running past her and then threw it into the next house.
Running at full speed into the house, she went straight to the window to see his reaction. By the time she got upstairs, Ekele was backing out from the wall, looking at the house, holding the wrapped letter.
He looked around for a while as he unwrapped the letter and eventually read it. With a big smile on his face, he waved at the available windows and danced again. He didn’t seem to know which of the windows she could be at. However, the knowledge that he was being watched made him take bolder and thrilling dance steps. After a while, he paused, ran off to the house, returned with a piece of paper and pen, and wrote sporadically on it.
When he was done wrapping it, he threw the letter into the orphanage. Simi dashed out of the room. No one must see the letter. Although they might not understand what it meant, she still didn’t want it to fall into the wrong hands. Simi, however, was met by a sea of the kids being guided into the house by Miss Johnson on their tail, with her stern look and bowlegs blazing behind them. Simi knew she had to get on her bed if she didn’t want to meet Mr Makinde, their patron, for not trying to obey her. That would mean punishment, a lot of advice, anger at herself, and lack of appetite.
As soon as Miss Johnson left, Simi scrambled out of bed and peered down the window to ensure the wrapped letter was safe. It was. Simi continually glanced from the letter to Ekele. Their nap took forever, that Simi was so sure she would burst into tears. The moment she got the chance, she sped down to grab the letter. It read:
‘Hello,
I’m Ekele, boss1. I’m in Jss 2. My uncle brought me from the village to learn trade. Where are you?’
She smiled.
Afterwards, they corresponded. Ekele began to send sweets and goodies alongside his letter. Then, their letters became lengthier and filled with promises of how they would visit places together. Ekele took his time to tell her about things happening outside. This made Simi excited about the world outside their home.
He told her how he dreamt of seeing her one day. She told him she was fat, but he replied that she hadn’t seen how fat his mother was. She told him she was shy, and he said he too used to be shy but still loved to see her.
They continued this practice till a day when the girls in the motel decided to burn clothes and papers. Ekele, who had been dancing excitedly, suddenly fell and began to gasp for his breathe on the floor. Simi chuckled. When his eyes bulged, she couldn’t control her laughter. Some of the other girls cautioned her, making her clamp her thick hand on her mouth.
Ekele crawled and aimed for the door as if he was dying. This wasn’t his first attempt at playing dead for her. However, she became scared when he didn’t stop. Ekele crashed back to the floor, becoming paler by the seconds. He tried to pull a blue drum for support. In a few seconds, he and the drum have fallen; the water in the drum was now soaking Ekele’s dress.
‘Help’, Simi yelled.
The girls in her room asked her to keep quiet. That fueled her shriek. Some of them got up to look at what she was seeing. At the same time, Miss Johnson entered, angry.
‘Why are you out of bed?’ Miss Johnson bellowed.
Tears drenched Simi’s face as she rushed to grab Miss Johnson and pulled her towards the window before she could utter a word. ‘He’s dying…’
‘Who?’ Miss Johnson wondered.
‘He’, Simi cried and pointed at the window.
Miss Johnson eyes shone in surprise. Like a horse with tail on fire, Miss Johnson sped out of the room. Simi dashed after her. Together, they ran into the compound. At the gate, however, Miss Johnson turned. ‘Stay here!’
Miss Johnson jammed the door behind her. Simi pulled at the door repeatedly until she knew she was sure nothing could come out of it. Tumbling up the stairs, mumbling and sniffing, hopeful and scared, Simi raced for the window. In a longer while, Miss Johnson and some other people were there to help Ekele. They rushed him out of the backyard, and there was nothing there anymore. Just the wet ground. And the rolling blue drum. The only thing she could do was stare at the smoke slowly overshadowing the backyard.
Miss Johnson never returned until late in the night, and Simi never left the window even when she was physically in several classes. Picking at her food, she was the first to return to the room when they got the chance. She was back in the room and was staring at an empty backyard. Without Ekele, the backyard looked just like the wall that separated them: bare. Miss Johnson entered the room, looked about, came towards her, and hugged her.
‘You did well today. You saved that boy’s life, Miss Johnson’s hug became tighter.
Tears welled in Simi’s eyes. The next few days, she expected him to be back. Mr Makinde, despite reminding the children to never look out of the window, told them how valiant Simi was. During class, he and some new people came for her. At first, she thought she was getting new parents, and she was ready to refuse their offer until she saw Ekele.
On the contrary, they were Ekele’s Uncle and Aunt. They came to tell her how much they appreciated her. They dropped enough money, which Mr Makinde promised to add to her money for University.
‘What of Ekele?’ She asked as they left.
His uncle looked at Simi for a while. ‘You know his name?’
She nodded.
‘We don’t know what will happen? He’s in a coma at the moment…’
Simi looked at him in wonder and glanced at Mr Makinde.
‘They mean he’s alive but like… sleeping…’
A bright smile formed on Simi’s mouth. ‘Does that mean he would be back soon?’
His uncle shook his head with sadness in his eyes. ‘We don’t know. The doctor said he might be there for a long time… Like a month’.
‘But he will be back?’ She asked sadly.
‘I don’t think so’, his aunt said. ‘He’s going to our brother in Abuja. They don’t want my ego to train him again. Our brother wants him to go to school’.
From that day, Simi looked at the empty backyard, and it held nothing again. Like before, it looked just like the wall in the middle of both houses. She sometimes rushed off to the window after class with the hope that something had changed, that he was back. But Ekele never came back.
The only thing she had of him was the wraps of his sweet and chocolate, which she had cut into shirts, trousers, blouse and skirts, all of which were now glued to a paper. Over the trousers and shirt, she had written ‘Husband’ and had written ‘Wife’ over the blouse and skirt. Then, below them, she had written Ekele and Simi, respectively. He didn’t know her face, and she was so sure he would never know her again.
Even as she laid there, she wondered what had become of him. He probably didn’t remember her anymore or didn’t love her as she did. There wasn’t a way she would know. She stared at the paper again.
Unless she visited his past. With that thought filling up her head, she rose and looked about.
‘What’s that?’ Kukoyi asked, rattled by the suddenness with which she jumped.
‘I have to find someone…’ Simi said with urgency and dashed for her bag of snacks. ‘In my past’.
‘Who?’ Kukoyi asked.
‘Ekele…’
‘The boy that you first saw?’ Kukoyi wondered.
‘Yes. You remember…’ Simi said.
‘You’re drunk?’ Dezzy wondered from where she was busying, training her knife-throwing skills.
‘You won’t understand’, Simi was already unwrapping one of the snacks in preparation for the place she would get to.
‘You’re going nowhere!’ Dezzy said.
‘Who will stop me…?’ Simi wondered.
As she placed the chocolate in her mouth to munch, she felt it was better to unwrap more. She unwrapped another as she closed her eyes and think of Ekele and where he might be.
‘I just need a trace of them…’ Someone was saying. His back was turned to her. Fierce-looking men surrounded him. Those facing Simi stared at her in wonder.
The person turned towards them and looked in wonder.
‘Ekele?’ She said in wonder.
‘That’s the one that disappears…’ Ekele shouted.
Luckily for her, she was reenergized by the chocolate in her mouth. She closed her eyes and willed their hiding location.
‘Oh! She’s back…’ Kukoyi said with relief.
‘I saw them. All of them?’ Simi said after calming her nerves that felt like millions of needles stabbed them.
Dezzy’s eyes shone with joy as she stopped herself from throwing the knife in her hand.
‘Who?’
‘The people that want us… They are many. Too many…’ Simi said and picked a sachet of chin chin, opened it, and dumped the content in her mouth.
‘How did you find them?’ Kukoyi asked.
‘Ekele…’ She muttered.
‘How?’ Dezzy glanced at Kukoyi for help. He grinned in ignorance.
‘I don’t know him. Oh! That was Ekele’, Simi said and nodded repeatedly. She was sure of it. That was his face. Nothing could tell her otherwise.

[b]Chapter 7
[/b]Simi shook her head. ‘Where are we?’
Dezzy was visibly shaking with anger. Spinning from side to side, she was yelling, ‘What’s this?’
Voices of people singing alongside their bell came from the farther end of the mountain. At the far end of the mountain, she could see a woman deflating the tires of another car on the road.
Simi was also bemused as she wondered why they were there. ‘I’m… I don’t know…’
‘Eh, Rhino! Get us out of here!’ Dezzy ordered.
Simi blinked repeatedly. Her flushed face was more out of frustration than in fear that was already building up in her mind about the cause of this. I’m losing it, Simi thought.
She swallowed hard as the woman got into a car and drove off while another man climbed out of the forest. Simi sighed. ‘You’ll have to give me a minute…’
Stretching her hand to Dezzy, she sighed and closed her eyes. Hunger like before trickled in, becoming the only thing her mind could focus on. At that instance, worms scampered in different directions in her stomach., causing a rumble.
‘Still here?’ Dezzy murmured.
‘I don’t know what’s happening? The only thing I can think of is food and… food…’. She fished her bag of snacks and began to munch because she could feel that spark of electricity again. This aggravated Dezzy.
‘Didn’t you just eat a while back?’ Dezzy clenched her fingers.
‘I don’t know o. Ah!’ Simi threw Dezzy a cold glance. If Dezzy was a regular lady, Simi would have rammed her into the sand, sat on her, and feasted her mouth with the fine sand without a second thought. ‘It didn’t happen before.
‘In war, how will you run?’ Dezzy was angry.
‘Oh! Spare me,’ Simi snapped, grabbing Dezzy’s hand.
Without giving it a second thought, she imagined the time she saw Oranmiyan and wished she could see him and the clue.
‘Stay sharp!’ Dezzy murmured as she tugged at Simi.
Simi didn’t need to open her eyes before she knew they were in the midst of chaos. Upon opening her eyes, she was mesmerized by what she saw. This wasn’t any chaos. It was a full-blown war.
With warriors chanting and howling as they approached one another, blood and sweat became food for the sands. Their heavy feet and bodies dropped with precision on the ground. Clashes of cutlasses, grunts of people throwing spear, and heavy thuds of batons became the war music. The dampness of the sand mixed with the gore scents blew past Simi’s nose even as they remained crouched.
‘Eat! Eat!’ Dezzy rolled her finger at Simi’s bag as she rolled her shoulders. If the war in front of her didn’t take Simi, she could have sworn she saw a glint of happiness in Dezzy’s eyes.
Crouched in their corner, Simi wondered how she always managed to bring them to a place they couldn’t be seen easily. Without giving it another thought, she searched for a wrap of sausage, tore off the wrap, and began to eat ferociously. She needed all the energy she could find.
‘I thought we were supposed to go back to the time you were here last!’ Dezzy’s hushed voice spat out her frustration.
Simi whispered back, ‘I thought so too.’
‘You need to learn to hold this thing together. We might one day fall into a river full of crocodile…’ Dezzy responded.
‘I hope so, and I could be able to disappear …’
‘Take my word!’ Dezzy turned to look at her. ‘You don’t have many weapons. Your food should serve as your weapon!’
Simi looked at her in confusion.
‘I’m saying’, Dezzy said as she leaned in towards her. ‘Always be prepared like the boys scout’.
‘I still don’t get!’
‘Are you dunce? Saying get your food ready before we disappear…’ She paused and moved her baton up in preparation because someone was peering into the little shrub they were hiding behind. Simi held her breath.
‘I think I’m getting you’, Simi said when they were safe.
‘Cut the snacks open and eat as soon as we get here! Need you prepared. Always. Like a gallant warrior’, Dezzy rambled.
‘I’m no warrior’, Simi grunted. ‘I’m just an innocent girl that was plucked into this rubbish. We’re simply wasting our time…’
Dezzy placed a hand on Simi’s shoulder and leaned towards her. ‘Shh… Rhino.’.
This time, two warriors came towards them, making Simi’s heart act erratically. She began to shake as her eyes opened and closed repeatedly.
‘Don’t you dare disappear without me… When we haven’t gotten anything’, Dezzy whispered.
Simi nodded as she felt her body vibrating. The men looked terrifying and more heavily built than Dezzy, with their weapons gleaming under the angry sun, which was also bouncing off their well-toned scarred muscles and chest. Despite the fury in Dezzy’s eyes, Simi knew her slim body couldn’t possibly ward off these men. I die for foolish wealth, Simi cried. Everything felt like MMM all of a sudden.
After she ran away from home, this was one of the things she was exposed to. When the scheme came out, she was one of the few that tapped into it. She made a lot of money from it and furnished her home with it. From there, she jumped on Paradise payment, Twinks, and a bunch of others. Things turned, however, when she had even gathered enough for school before she was advised to go for Loom, which sounded like fun. In all honesty, she made her first cash out from it. Then, she tried it again and again with more significant money until their website crashed, and she never got her money back. Simultaneously, Sergei Mavrodi, the owner of MMM, died, killing the scheme and her money.
‘Can you even fight?’ Simi whimpered. Despite seeing her practice several times, she had never seen her in a real fight. All her practices could have been a ruse.
Dezzy clenched Simi’s shoulder, ‘Stay down and watch…’
In a few seconds, Dezzy sprung out of their position and hit the first man across the face. The force of her blow was so much and swift that the man fell down instantly.
Seeing this, the second warrior dashed at her, with his weapon raised high and his yell filling the surrounding, but Dezzy didn’t slack a second. She went for his leg, falling him. He grunted like his mate just as he hit the floor. Before they could think of getting back up, Dezzy was on them, weakening their joints, jaws, and belly with her resounding punches.
Their grunt and moan came in shorter paces now.
‘Out! Out!’ Dezzy yelled. ‘We’ve got to look for Oranyan’.
The two ladies ran towards the heart of the war. Dezzy ran with an instinct that made them miss most of the warriors. However, when they got to a part of the forest and parted the leaves, they could see the warriors fighting with all their might. The roars and yells were fiercer than what Simi had ever witnessed.
Horses’ hoofs sped about in large numbers, and Simi understood at once that she needed to eat more. If her strength failed her here, they were dead.
‘That’s Oranmiyan…’ Simi pointed him out to Dezzy.
Dezzy stared at him in wonder. Unlike the last time, he was wearing the thick skins of dead animals and had several charms around his body. His eyes were laced with black shadows; even several ados hung on his body. He was yelling a chant as he was twirling a rope.
‘Withdraw!’ Someone yelled from Oranmiyan’s side of the war.
In quick successions, Oranmiyan’s army began to run towards another part of the forest with vigour as if their life depended on it.
‘What are you doing? Fight! Stop running!’ Dezzy grunted between clenched teeth.
At that instance, balls of fire began to shoot from Oranyan’s rope. They went into the enemies’ side of the war and jumped from one person to another as if they were becoming two per person. Simi’s mouth was wide open in wonder.
Even Dezzy looked at him with her mouth agape. ‘That’s Oranyan?’
‘Yes… That’s Oranmiyan…’ Simi glanced at Dezzy and wished she took her correction seriously.
‘I now understand it’, Dezzy said excitedly. ‘We’re here to see what I can do… With his power. But we’re not getting any clue here. So sad I have done something stupid. We wouldn’t have been looking for a clue’.
‘What’s that?’ Simi glanced at her absentmindedly and back at Oranyan.
Dezzy shook her head.
Simi nodded as she remained in admiration of the things Oranyan was doing. ‘What do we do?’ Simi asked.
‘What do we do?’ Dezzy stared at her in wonder. ‘Get us out of here!’
‘Who are those?’ Someone barked behind them.
Turning, they were surrounded by three heavy heaving men. The marks on their body accompanying the glistening bodies made Simi begin to lose balance.
‘Stay with me, Rhino’, Dezzy steadied Simi and rolled her batons in her hands. ‘We’re not here to disturb you.’
‘What kind of Yoruba is this one saying?’ One of the warriors said.
‘The Baribas accent is different and never as deep as this!’ The shorter one said.
The last one with the long neck glanced at them. ‘Their clothes. These are demons!’
‘You’re out of your mind!’ Dezzy grunted in Yoruba.
‘Ah! I’ve been shamed! Warriors, what are you waiting for?’
Immediately, the soldiers advanced. Dezzy sped towards them with her baton. Her movement was beyond anything Simi had seen, swift, hitting the men on the head, neck, and knees.
She weakened them in a few seconds. The first man had not fallen before she got to the last. Her speed made Simi quiver. While the men grunted, another set of voice began to draw nearer.
Someone from a different part of the forest shouted, ‘what’s happening there?’
At that instance, a large number of people came out from Simi behind Simi. Dezzy saw this first and pulled her away into the centre.
‘Let go home! Now!’ Dezzy ordered and grabbed Simi’s hand.
‘Home!’ Simi repeated, closed her eyes, and wished for their room where Kukoyi was making plans.
‘Welcome back!’ Kukoyi said.
Leaving Dezzy, Simi gasped repeatedly and panted as she laid on the floor, wondering what would have happened to them if they were attacked. Dezzy couldn’t possibly ward off those men. It was a good thing they didn’t wait to find out.

Lakesc:
Thanks for the update...

germaphobe:
got to know about this beautiful work this night, too bad you haven't updated in a while hope you're ok. looking forward to seeing an update soon.

So, I'm done with this novel but will be moving it to Diary Section because I entered it in a competition and won't want it to be flagged when they decide to see if I have posted it elsewhere.

There, if I will edit this and continue.
Thanks a lot.