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She arrived at peters hostel, stepping in. He was lying on the bed, propped up on a pillow reading one of “Robert green’s book”. He had seen her from the window as she approached his department, in a rush he was on his bed faking slumber, but then decided against it, picking “Robert green Fourty eight laws of power”, he kept himself busy, awaiting her grand entrance. They opening and closing of the door brought in with it they storm raging outside, peter scampered into the furry bed sheet. He saw Elizabeth draw near the bed her arms akimbo she was holding a pair of gloves, he tried to keep up with this pretense of not noticing her entrance but he was betrayed by his own emotions, damn it he loved this woman, Elizabeth green eyes poked though his soul. whatever they reason, her presence was appreciated and even though he didn’t show it, it was just a matter of time, she strode in with her grace and poise an imperial aura.


She knew what she wanted, she wanted peter, she wanted him so badly her holes ached, she snatched they book from his grasp flinging it across the room, fire burning in her eyes, they engaged in a stare absorbing each other, she pulled of her cardigan flinging it across the room, peter was on his routine boxers and singlet when indoors, only that they storm made him put on a T-shirt, they kept on staring at each other they tension building up Lust, love, ecstasy. It all made sense, she loved him.


“Am sorry Peter I didn’t mean to hurt you I love you so much that it hurts”. Elizabeth cried.
Peter stared into her eyes he was at peace, he went to her standing tall as her gaze went upward, she could perceive his abs, peter had been working out, she liked what she was seeing she liked it, he grabbed a crisp of her silky blonde long hair, pushing of the sheaves of hair from her face. He had missed her.


They engaged in a short French kiss. She pushed him down climbing atop him her heels protruding the kept on kissing at each other madly her eyes glistening with savage fire, savage lust, they took each-others lips again she was still on top of him, she felt his bump, he was hard, this dark African God was hard, hard for her Nimrod style, their tongues working their mouths invigorating their pleasure he pulled of her top revealing her two glorious evidence of motherhood. they could not get enough of each other within a split second they were both unclad, peter grabbed her waist perusing and kissing her neck and ear, he caressed her neck kissing his way to her nipples as she let out intermittent moans, he engage her in a kiss for thirty seconds, then he starts working with her Bosom squeezing tenderly like his life depended on it, he goes down her cunt, she gasps rhythmically swaying her body as she feels his wet tongue going towards her womanhood from her navel down, he sucked ferociously at her clitoris as Elizabeth moans turned to wild scream peter feared she would bring the students to her doorstep..


Elizabeth shook and moaned like never before, she was squirting intensely strange.

“How does it feel?” peter ask.

“mhmm!!”. She responds with a moan.

She pushed him down the bed holding his “cock and bull” shoving it into her mouth. Peter felt like he was in heaven.

“You’re good she commended her”

She sucked peter as peter followed with the ferocity of her tempo he was about to erupt.
He introduced his thumb into her brushing her clit, she shook trembling as she becomes more wet, he gently push in his thumb in to her, she was tight, they pleasure stops coming, she looks up at him her eyes filled with ecstasy, she wanted more, peter was promising this was the third time she was coming.
“sweetie” she called convulsively.

He picked her heading towards they kitchen desk he drops her on top of it, he starts kissing up her ear, her nose, he moves down slowly to her lower lips sucking her tongue then moving back to her lips pounds of pleasure shook both of them peter sucked pounds of her cunt.

“I love you Elizabeth”

She liked every bit of it she liked his voice,

Without warning she felt his index finger in her, moving in and out gently then faster and faster, she moves rhythmically with the motion going forward to meet his index finger, she felt her orgasm coming, she was in cloud nine, they kept on going at it moving faster, she shudders moaning loudly as her fluid pours out: (she was squirting).


Peter inserts his cock and bull, pushing in and out as they maintained dynamic increasing tempo vibrating out into the world of pleasure as they bond to become one.
They both collapsed on each other breathing heavily like athletes that had just finished a marathon.
“I love you Elizabeth”.


They door to the room went ajar Noiselessly Abishek staring at them with a grin, he was with the dark skin girl.
“Peter I give you heads up you are really good at it” abishek said still grinning.
“you’re awesome” the black girl commended.
She threw Abishek the, “I hope you know how to do it like him kind of glance”.

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They News was all over the social media it was trending on nairaland, this is cruel, so cruel, who could have done such a thing, “such a cute guy rest in peace”, “bad this is bad”, “he sure looks like somebody I know are you sure the SARS doesn’t have a hand in this?”, “the country is in peril and the economy is a shamble this is not a new thing”, “thank God its not my brother”, “wasted! wasted! Destiny wasted”. Comments flowed.
Back home his Peter’s father was shocked to the bone marrow and haemoglobin staring at the grotesques image on his phone, Peters eyes still open, with blood clot on his lips, and his guts protruding, his neck showed were the knife slice went through.


His mother shouldn’t see this, a tear dropped, this was the first time he shed tears in years, not even when his own mother passed away, this was his son his only son.


Peters Mum tuned up the news she saw they pictures but she couldn’t believe her eyes, this was strange, she flipped through channels the same thing, she browsed through the news website there it was again staring at her, she twisted her phone upside down and in every direction but there it was peter her son, she was sobbing when she noticed something, and almost breaking a shout when her eyes caught something, “a scar”.


She beheld herself, looking at the graphic photo again she saw a scar on his face, her son had no scar, he was clean and beautiful he had no fault in his skin, she gave birth to him she knew him better than anybody in the world. She picked up her phone dialed his number.


“The number you’re calling is not reachable at the moment”. The machine voice blared.
He tried his Nigerian number only to be met with the same ordeal he was in Russia not Nigeria.
Where could he be peters father groaned, pacing to and fro with his hand crossed at his back, he had stayed back instead of going to the office today even though they had a board meeting at the firm to attend, his boss would be mad at him, he cared little.


He did not believe it at first but now it was dawning on him, he called the embassy demanding for his sons’ whereabouts. They called back reassuring him that he will see to it that the request is forwarded to the Nigerian embassy in Russia for that is all they could do. Meanwhile they Russian police were alerted, they went to his log, only to find out that he had not been seen in the school premises and they log for the past two months.


“Nonsense you took down they wrong person we can still feel his heart beating”. “you can feel his heart beating? How? Can’t you see. It’s all over the news boss he’s dead I killed him with my deadly hands”. “no he is not” they voice from the phone blared out angry. “you killed they wrong person Polycarp pray his soul forgives you, Polycarp we have booked a flight for you a flight to the Soviet-union”. “Wait how did you--- you get to know my name?”. father Polycarp obi asked.



Nobody knew his Identity Never, or history, real name, he made his parish members think they did. “it is to our personal interest to know our employees we know all about you, you will be leaving tomorrow by 10:00 pm you are they right Hand for this job” they line went dead. He was shocked absorbing they strange situation he found himself in, he was an assassin, he had worked in the shadows for almost a decade now.


He is most active in the dark web with a high dynamic catatonic reputation, he was top rated, politicians and people of power all over the world employed his hands, they whisper his name in their gatherings, he had made them people of power through outpour of blood, and the shed of souls of rivals with equal destination

“Vendetta”, blood belonging to their fiends and friends their oppositions. Those who could afford him used him to fight their battle, he could infiltrate any type of security, and guard laid by man and annihilate his target without a trace, nothing pointing to his presence, he wasn’t there even though His work made nature a victim always accused of what Polycarp did, accidents. Nobody knew his true identity in the dark web all they knew is that he existed they called him “the Unknown”, he had been they hired hands to many assassinations that was blamed on excessive intake of alcohol, suicide, people unaware of the ploy fell into the trap of falsehood, facing the long arms of the law for crimes they did not commit no amount of alibi could save them, they government needed someone to blame and the never lacked.


He was behind they death of the most celebrated American actor of the century who was found stone-cold dead in his apartment in los-angeles dead from overdose consumption of aspirin. Polycarp knew better, he had it all planned out perfectly, as much as he was a perfectionist, he had abducted him for three minutes before he could be pronounced missing, he made sure they actor forgot this encounter.


The American actor went in to use the rest room in the plane, Polycarp seized him immediately without making a sound. He had injected him with a bluish liquid that altered his breathing process, blood flow and retentive capability, this allowed him to hypnotize him more efficiently. the American actor was ordered to swallow all the drugs he could find in his home during the hypnotic session. They next day he was found dead in his home with large grams of aspirin up his gut and stomach he was dead they have killed him.


He had sniped they British prime minister up on a fast moving chopper, it was unsuspecting how he had done it nobody knew. His fellow assassins still debated they subject among themselves. But Polycarp knew it was simple he was two kilometers away from the suite in a suite were the prime minister logged, how could he had pulled this off, he knew were they prime minister was at each time interval through a tracker he had swallowed, Polycarp put it there, he knew what he ate that morning, how many hours he spent in the imperial bathtub, how many sex romp he had with his countless mistresses they previous day, he had been the brain behind the prime minister logging in a suite that had a window facing the large city. He utilized his knowledge of relative velocity,

he had timing, he had dexterity he calculated they time it will take they bullet to deflect towards they prime ministers’ location, he had measured they force it will take they lead to crush his skull, he had pulled the trigger shooting him right through his temple, a powerful sniper rifle, a soldier to be blamed for the killing, they innocent military personnel bullet was found in the prime ministers’ skull.


He remembered killing they occupants on the massive chopper just because they saw his face, they chopper crashed explosively. No body survived, he could still remember going into a notorious terrorist camp the “Boko Haram” in Nigeria.


They name brought shivery eerie feeling to all those who have witnessed their tyranny. He was an exception it didn’t touch him a bit.


He went into the camp and came out with their leaders head just like the governor wanted it, killing those around they radar that witnessed they event. He protected his identity just like his reputation. His employers knowing his identity, that has never been.


They “Dark web” was made to hide they identity of both parties, they employer and the employee from each other, whatever vendetta one politician had against the other party was bargained in secret with hired hands from the dark web.


How his present employers got enlightened about his identity terrified Polycarp, they couldn’t track his calls if they wanted to, he changed his IP address every half a pico second he was practically untraceable he was always on they look out.


He knew every employer that used him as their pawns before even though it was not meant to be so, but this people he was working for were alien to him, when they called he could not trace them, even with his sophisticated hacking art he still could not even sift their name. This was the first time he was working for this people, mysterious!! Mysterious!!! they had paid him a fortune just to kill they boy, he had done that.


But why, then it all dawn on him that it was a look alike, he had mercilessly slaughtered a church member.
Packing up few munitions and apparatus he went to the airport father Francis his assistant would see towards the church while he takes up this mission he had the feeling that things wouldn’t turn out the way he planned it.
End of chapter 3..

Continues..

CHAPTER THREE
Professor Hahan Kalishnikov a man at his forties, white hair and a crisp chick that make you think he was smiling, his spectacles on, Hahan is a professor of physics at the University of Hamburg Germany, he had taken serious with education since three, and had always had a child dream of colonizing a planet.

Hahan had made two ground breaking discoveries he had discovered a way to control the amount or mass of helium ray that could bombard carbon-dioxide immediately separating it into its component element, releasing oxygen and a residue carbon, he stared at the shiny substance on the lab bench, he had unintentionally created diamond in the process they purest form of carbon he
and indeed it was diamond.


He was standing in a conference room like setting with cushions surrounding a large circular table, each of cushions had gold embroidery and had they logo of the “secret German space agency(SGSA)” and they “Nazi opposition group(NOG)”.


The defense minister, chief of army staff were present, and many generals and prominent political god heads they were all impatient in anticipation of the cause of summon to the “Undergrounds”.


“They helium particle uhmm---”, he explained nervously to the group of German scientist and astronauts and they great men of the Germany. “They helium particle strangely ionize carbon dioxide into its two component elements oxygen and----err-----¬¬¬-carbon deionizing it into its elemental neutral components in its purest and natural form known to human. This abnormality is still studied, they helium particle defiled they physical laws of conservation of energy and matter”, they occupants in the hall ensued perplexed demeanors, astonishment and dismay, his elaboration was still blurry.


“No trace of helium particle was found and there was no increase or decrease in mass or energy of the compound and of they controlled surrounding”. Scientist Hahan brought out his mobile device touched they screen, and handling some few dialogues on they android screen, they whole hall went pitch black, simultaneously a projector in the hall came on bringing light back into the dark hall, there on the screen was they face of Hahan fiddling with the camera, then he was seen putting on a radioactive suit with the “Biohazard logo” embedded in the front.

“I am about to broadcast a discovery”, he said gesticulating, his head occupying they screen. They camera panned. A mini cyclotron was in display. “It is a closed, and controlled environment. My Location is currently classified”.


Hahan assured them through the screen his voice crackling. There was a large lead box, inside it was uranium an orange green brittle like stone object, he placed they box near a square opening that came up outwards from the cyclotron.

They cyclotron looked exactly like a doughnut with large square and circular pipes that protruded each from its north and south or its zero and one eighty degree points were they lead box is located but at the outer end of the room and the other circular end of the pipe is attached to a linear expanded heavy lead pipe that extended into a chamber filled with carbon dioxide, he pressed a button on they lead box, a click followed by an intense flash of light that lasted a minute issued inside they tempered glass chamber filled with carbon dioxide causing a roar sound, immediately pieces of crystals started reflecting light in all direction, soot formed, hanged in mid-air for a few seconds then fell slowly to the floor apparently slightly unaffected by its environmental gravitational pull”.
Dr. Olu a dark skinned in his late 30’s took note of this it simply corroborated his Skepticism this experiment was conducted elsewhere but within the solar system. But he was to be proven wrong.


“Hahan now out of his suit, took hold of a young orang-utan probably a year old forcefully pushing in the primate into the chamber devoid of oxygen with difficulty, the young primate is terrified, after three hours they mammal was still breathing unaffected by the carbon dioxide, he further conducted a rapid test on they orang-utan the creature was firm and was not affected by any of the radioactive ray that might have been present in the chamber and the oxygen level in the blood was fine, he then experimented with a chimpanzee, a dog, a cat, goat, and lastly with vivid hesitation he stepped into the chamber. There was total silence in the room as they stared in amazement, light from the projector illuminating they room. They occupants of the room gasped intermittently with every flash, it was appalling, now they scientists believed hahan was starkly crazy a “Mad genius” as they media portrayed it.


At his sixties Professor Hahan had been dubbed “specimen” by his colleagues due to his strange routine of belief that “when he found a cure, his cure is they cure”, and he was never wrong. So he perceived no need of using an inhuman subject to confirm his cure, this was the case when he discovered they cure for Lassa fever and they Ebola virus, he had injected himself with the virus, then within some specified period injected himself with his antidote they cure.


Immediately after that he had taken series of test that proved that there was no trace of the ailment the virus was gone, there was no symptom he was cured, media waited for his death, but never the less a cure had been found.



“They oxygen was breathable and was pure from my analysis”.
His voice re-emerged simultaneously with the light in the room, no lights on the projector anymore.
“I re-modified they cyclotron to accelerate they helium particles in close range to the speed of light, that was they machines maximum capacity, due to the speed they radiation gained more mass and became heavier, becoming unstable and increasing its surface area abnormally, this behavior was untypical of helium”.
He took few gasps calming his nerves.


“they impact on the carbon-dioxide by the helium particles caused a light Radiation due to heat, but they light got reflected back by the diamonds”.

He gave them some seconds to absorb they information, swallowed saliva and then continued.

“They light that escaped the one you saw, abnormally reversed back into the chamber behaving like though it was attracted by a light-type-magnet disobeying optical laws, creating a zero loss in energy, light waves velocity reduced to zero in reverse, but on further investigation I found out that there was an abnormal increase in mass and energy, this explains they case of the soot, and there was no change in the Delta-H enthalpy, defying they law of energy conservation”. They whole room was dead silent as they tried to absorb they strange information and evidence. A loud applause erupted from the whole hall as they realization hit them, a break-through has been achieved, and they all knew what it meant, Mars was soon going to be an inhabitable place the German government though secretly have in fact been in the forefront of the space race: “Germany would be at the top of the space race with this discovery”, they search for extra-terrestrial-life-forms would begin in large scale and they German government would claim uninhabitable areas of the solar system since the would of course make it inhabitable and also explore more into other planets. “So all types of matter can now be transformed into whatever entity we want like water?”. Dr. Olu asked. “yes that’s the main point of the experiment from my speculation we can transform even our common metals into gold just like they alchemist dreamt of”. “sir what do we make of it? Isn’t there are surreptitious hazard waiting to effuse?”.


“I am a living specimen to testify that apart from the radiation there is no harm what-so-ever that poked its head in the course of my experiment so it is proper to say that this experiment can be performed in any lab with standard apparatuses, they only hazard is they radiation itself, they by-products of they this conducted experiments were stable”. Hahan answered adjusting his spectacles.
“Does that imply that light could possibly have mass? And maybe a charge?” doctor Olu asked gaining more attention. They German scientist never liked him.


“That might be plausible since there have been breakthroughs that suggest that light behaves like matter and also like an electromagnetic radiation”. He responded.
“may I observe they crystal specimen Professor? Dr. Olu requested with a spackle in his eyes.
“yes you can”.


Dr olu observed they crystal for some few seconds. This is really diamond he said thoughtfully his greed rising his answer to wealth was a knowledge away carbon dioxide killed humans by asphyxiation but many powers came with this discovery he could transform an atmosphere filled with carbon-dioxide into oxygen filled atmosphere and bling-bling diamond, then he can transform anything to anything by changing the proton content deep from the heart of the nucleus, he can use this new found knowledge to control they climates, they weather he could even simulate rain and can even cause draught at will or send down fire from heaven, oh what potentials this discovery have and then he would rule from the shadows.


Hahan smiled inwardly he had other surreptitious plans with his knew found discovery, he had the power of human mutation on his palm.


He was in his private study, “Professor hahan is really that crazy he was withholding some information, he wasn’t going to release anytime soon”, but nature always had its ways when it comes to unravelling secrets.
“Knowledge truly is pregnant with power and power pregnant with destruction”.

CHAPTER TWO


He was late for mass, yanking his “stole”, putting it over his neck he dashed out towards the Basilica. They Alter-servers were already dressed up already waiting for his arrival when he barged in suddenly, they all gave out a sigh of relief, they thought they mass would be extricated.


Father Polycarp have never been this late to mass before, he had made punctuality his greatest priority and that he instilled it in anybody he worked with. “In the service of the Lord time should not be taken for granted punctuality is seriously taken to”.



They mass started officially immediately they cross bearer jingled the bell they processed to the alter in it might, father Polycarp noticed the decoration and admired it, he made a mental note to applaud the “alter girls”.


“In nomine patrie et fili et spiritus sanctus” after kissing they alter the mass took off.


They mass ended in good faith, his homily touched many lives and was life threatening to demons hanging around, people flocked towards him with their rosaries, pendants, cross, anointing oil, holy water, holy books congratulating him and asking for blessings, they lord really spoke through him today. He smiled Laying hands on each of them, “may they lord bless this sacramental and in his name exorcise demons, protect, make whole of you in mind and body and progress---- Amen” He prayed. When he was done with all of them he pulled of his stole his white cassock almost turning brown they harmattan is in it precipice he called on his cook who was his chauffeur.



“Yes Boss I see him do you want him fried, boiled or roasted?”,
“Ok boiled” he confirmed staring at his victim.

Peter had been thinking about the event of the past week between they both of them, he thought she loved him but he was wrong or so he thought, he searched himself all through to see if he made a mistake, it was appalling, he knew he loved her, he knew he could die for her, he knew his love for Elizabeth was genuine, he is not giving up, he saw it in her eyes she loved him.



This was the same feeling he had for her, they had won they Olympiad quiz he had claimed they price and scholarship for Sciences, while she bagged mathematics, she was his childhood friend, they grew up together went to the same primary school, the same secondary school, they both planned to school abroad, they both picked Russia as their study destination, they both applied to MSU they shared everything in common, they both took turns choosing which house they would sleep in his or hers, they both did chores for their parents, Mum do tease them calling them “Di na Wunye” Husband and wife in Igbo language. a couple from birth, though they both pretended not to like it but they cherished each other secretly.




In a little while her assets popping out to the world of men radiating it ripening feature, she changed, she was becoming a lady rapidly, boys were noticing and drawing closer, he knew he had to do something, he knew he was going to lose her to another God forbid---- “boy”, she had been the only girl he loved. He dreamed of having little junior with her.



His friends advised him to court her or he was going to lose her, she was intelligent, pretty, healthy.



Everybody wanted to be in peters shoe at least they thought he was going out with her, even they staff thought so their childhood friendship had been charismatic in all ramification, and to bright not to be seen, senior secondary school three SSS3. They were both head prefects for both sexes in they co-ed catholic seminary school, they had both registered for they Olympiad.




Peter knew it was now or never, he feared rejection, he knew rejection was going to thaw his fragile heart he dreaded it they more. He was handsome to and intelligent, they drooled over him, they girls in class never stop staring, each assume a “Staring Contest” when they see him carrying his duties in the school, even with a staff in class that was they peak of his charm on them he had girls crushing on him almost in all classes with all this he still felt he was no match for her, yes he was no match for her” he was way out of her league.



Their childhood friendship was crumbling she was becoming a woman, he needed to jump from his present ship to another appropriate ship, certainly with her, their Parents knew about their friendship from childhood and secretly waited for their relation-ship status announcement.



Both of them were already scaling adolescence. A day came, he made his decision with all they courage he could muster he asked her out, she accepted. That was his moment of glory, was he dreaming? This should definitely not be a dream. He could not contain his excitement swooping her of her feet they engulfed themselves in a tight hug. “You kept me waiting for this long”. She had whispered. How could he have known that she felt the same way towards him? “I didn’t know” he had mumbled in response excitement visible in his voice. “I gave you signs” she countered almost in tears.



Her heart was now at peace nobody is taking him away from her, she was going to flaunt her love to her envious friends she had feared they already taken him away.
Olympiad association had decided to give them a tour of Paris it was like a dream, both of them were from the same school and they had been lucky, their school had won a lot of trophies, medals, rewards and awards, they staff were really proud of them even their eccentric principal. “Tragedy strikes in beautiful places”, how could he have known that Paris would kill her, oh! Paris he caused they country that harbored it never would he step his hind limb into that land again, he caused the Effeil tower that took his love away, how could he have known that they would soon be separated he could still see her let go of his hand he could still see her fall in mid-air, tall huge Tower he could see they sorrow they pain they agony they petrification her life was cut off from a young age, she left him and he blamed that on himself, he could still see the face of the assassin, the bloody murderer.
He twisted on the bed, restlessness, and bitterness enveloped him, all he could do was succumb to the discomfort that accompanied that gruesome memory and weep like a new born, right there on the table was a bottle of whiskey, there is no need being sober anymore, drowning they bottle of it content he sunk into oblivion.


Elizabeth took a bite from the sushi on her thumb and index finger she had berated herself they night before she knew she was denied they love she deserved all because of a “one time” mistake, “not all that sparkles is diamond”. She saw herself in peter she saw a future with him, but what do you make of it, a future when they love of your life is at risk, she decided she was going to fight for her love yes she was going to do everything necessary even though it meant dying for him, “Romeo and Juliet” where her favorite characters, she would go extra mile more than Juliet if she could, her love for peter is genuinely intoxicating.



Peter woke up the next morning with a throbbing headache he tried to move but felt like a large jack hammer was used on his skull, he focused his gaze though blur he could see four silhouette in the room they looked familiar, his gaze was obscure, he could see their mocking gaze. “Peter are you okay?” he recognized they voice it was Abisheks’ “what’s happening?” peter asked rather perplexed.


“Amigo you were wandering they whole of Moscow on your undies” the other guy said rather mockingly, he had this Mexican accent to his English. “You were dead drunk”. Dimitri contributed in the little English he knew. Dimitri was an Anatomy student a very close friend of peter, he had been tutoring peter on how to better grab Russian language while peter did the same for him.


Yugorov they fourth guy gave out a loud laugh as he tried to describe what peter did and how he dressed, “you would have died of hypo—what’s that word again is it thermia?” “thermio” dimitri offered trying to help. “You went out to the frigid streets of Moscow peter Boa almost unclad we had to bring you here.” Abishek. Absorbing they room peter discovered he wasn’t in his hostel room.

He was staying at Dimitris’ now it all came back, he had taken liquor.“ you mean I missed my classes?” “exactly light headed people should not take light headed alcohol” dimitri advice with his phony English. “classes doesn’t matter now a-morae your----- life------is ----back”. Mexican.

“you ran into a taxi driver that’s how we got to notice it was you my friend” Abishek tried to explain.

“Ola you should have flown capuche!“. every eyes turned to the Mexican,

“where do you get those words felicio”. Peter asked the Mexican rather amused.

they found it hard understanding his English blunder, “Le Mehicoh” as he

preferred to be called was having a hard time getting use to English tongue, peter wondered how he had excelled in TOEFL Test Of English as A Foreign Language as he was already a graduate in the prestigious university of Boston


“I am UNITED STATES” felicio would be seen hollering felicio was also good at speaking broken Russia as foreigners who were used to the language would call it. They were all in jovial mode trying to pull his leg peter understood “would you sharrap your English is catablan-che”. they four pair of eyes stared at Yugorov, his English blunder was delirious and outstanding deserving a patent.


Yogorov is a medical student just like Peter he always boast about being a distant Relative of Vladimir Putin They could not help but laugh It was amusing he would blabber about his ancestor being a bastard to Vladimir ancestor and a long chain of descendants.


Peter knew he was going to be mocked by those ladies he really fooled himself, he turned gloomy and cold instantly, what will they say if they saw him on the news as he was in Russia anything could get on air since daily life could be pretty boring a little entertainment would do, Moscow was the home of bloggers, journalists and privy teenagers with hand held cameras. “Did anybody take my picture?” He feared he was going to make headline on the African websites with headlines: “Nigerian big boy living in Russia Runs mad”
“A medicine and surgery student in Russia experiment insanity in the Russian blizzard on Le street of Moscow”.


he was trying to figure out how his parents would react first. “oh! it was midnight nobody cared people get drunk in Ruskiya a lot” Dimitri answered.

“and you kept on yelling Lizzy! Like your life depended on it” Abishek asked worried.

“what did she do to you?”

“Nothing”

“but this is all about her right?” Abishek asked.

“No please leave me alone”.

“Ok--- ok” Abishek stretched his hands up in defeat “don’t devour me”.
Peter entered his room he felt tired to even to prepare his bed, He fell on the bed immediately he got near it, something poked his belly, now that’s painful, he tried to look for they causative, unfolding they sheet that covered they bed a strange book stared at him, it had a dual color, it radiated blue and black color at the same time you cannot tell if It was blue or black if asked. It was sealed with some form of belt straps, it had a bold inscription
THE I AM the rest of the inscription was oblique.


Peter tried to open the book but couldn’t they belt strap was of iron and threaten to remain locked, he went into the kitchen, came out with a bread knife he was determined to saw the strap into two, he complimented Abishek for the joke. he tried sawing one side of the book were they seal is located but they knife serrated edge wear off just like when you use a wood band saw to cut through steel.

Now that’s weird he observed they knife and then the book closely, it looked antique, illusive. He felt they surface and observed they book to make sure diamond particles were not fed into the book to exhibit such abnormal hardness and optical illusion.

Out of Curiosity He decide to look for proper instruments that will do they job, he went to the mart and got himself a saw and then tried to saw they book in half but they metal broke into two glowing red hot, just as he was about to drop they saw. From the middle of the book a white ball of light popped out giving a loud shriek, now that’s enough to scare the shit out of anyone, he ran out of the room banging they door behind him, before he could even find his leg, out of fear and disbelief he went to look for Abishek.


Abishek was in the hall talking to some dark chocolate girls he met, one was slim and tall, taller than average female height. The other was plump they were both from South Africa.

He came in gently not wanting to cause any chaos by running wildly just like his mind was at the moment. Abishek sighted him first “hey ladies this is peter boa my naïve friend and peter this are------.” Abishek introduced both parties, peter was in no mood for dialogue.

“You need to come with me I have got something to show you”, “my friend you want me to leave this ladies----- unattended to what’s so important that demands my immediate attention?”. “it’s an issue of life and death”, peter said hoping it works. He left the hall looking through the corner of his eyes to see if Abishek was following.


Abishek excused himself. They ladies were already enjoying his company
“you don’t have to go”. One of them said.


Well my friend is kind of crazy let me go see what he is up to, I will call you” he winked.


They both arrived in front of the door peter said a short prayer to they God he knew or had abandoned, they first time he did that since his arrival in this cold country.

He grabbed they door handle opening it slowly, Abishek took over, pushed they door ajar and then went in he stood there in shock transfixed. “Peter Boa what is in the room that you wanted to show me”.

He called with weary tone. Peter who had given way to Abishek was still standing outside he came and peered inside through his back, nothing, no book no ball of light no sound. Peter felt delirious Abishek was pissed, it has been long he had a gender of those humans on skirts and swollen shirts on his ritualistic honorary bed.

Peter he wouldn’t be seeing those black girls any time soon, Abishek was promiscuous and savage, “am not sure they would even pick my calls”, he had a record to break. Black ladies were on his lists he had never known a black woman carnally just Russian Italian and American bitches. “If you need any help let me know”.

He stormed out lighting a cigarette as he headed to college, peter felt he was going insane, or maybe they alcohol had really obscured his brain. Searching they room with his eye balls poking out, he remembered they bread knife and saw, he went on a search, both were gone, he sat up visibly tired, his hand shoved a piece of paper peter picked it up, noticing that it was a page part of a whole book on it was written.

“An account of how it began- Adam”

End of Chapter 2

continues...

Peter had not been speaking to his mum on phone due to serious school schedule his
kid sister missed him the most.

This was they tenth time Elizabeth was taking him out, she visited him regularly in his
hostel in Moscow state university main building, peter stayed at the ground floor, the Moscow
state university state main building is known worldwide with fifty plus stories during the 90’s.


Abishek had grown fond of Elizabeth he never stopped flirting with her and peter
never stopped posing a jealous stare anytime he came over her “Crazy Indian”.

he caused.
Peter was warned sternly about they “skin heads” they don’t take it likely with foreigners
going after their girls especially when your skin is chocolate dark in complexion, a student
from Uganda was once mutilated by the “skin heads”, though never heard of Nigerian playing
the victim they are pretty clever, because of the same issue, Racism was on the rampart but
muted you just have to watch out.


Do not give them a reason to “pack you in buckets if you
do it would be your own making”. Abishek advised just like fathers drill their strong headed
sons.

Unlike peters home country, Ladies in Russia don’t attach any pride to their
nomenclature and they are not really inconspicuous about their feelings, Peter was planning
on asking her out for serious relationship, though he was broke he could afford a small basket
of rose flowers, he did think she would say no, but he knew explicitly she had fallen for him.


Peter was standing in front of the restaurants and staring at its signboard filled with
electric light it was evening already and the long ride on the Marshrutka wasn’t that


uneventful either. He took in the beautiful structure before him and inhaled deeply he had
gotten Flu some few days ago, even with that he felt lucky to be in Russia.

He proceeded in,
there sitting fiddling with a phone was Elizabeth, she motioned towards him giving him a wink
and continuously tapping her phone like she was about to get a wrestling contest. Standing
there She was “breathe taking”, with rosy-pink cheeks covered up with this furry brown coat
that stopped at her knees, Russian ladies took pride in such a dress some can only afford one,
it cost almost a whooping sum of five thousand dollars, she was sporting a jean trouser and a
high heel the heel was high for sure, peter imagined her skidding and falling on the frozen icy
floor outside, Peter came over and gave her a boob smooching kind of hug feeling the length
and breadth of the soft boobs, before they settled down on the table, he handed her they
flower which she appreciated, then looking at peter with eyes filled with some form of
wanting you would think that she’s desperately falling for his pink lips or maybe the whole of
him.

They ordered for some sushi and other specialties, which were served in no time, they
ate in silence sipping tequila from a glass in intervals, they discussed about politics , how they
Russians see their leaders as thieves specialized in art of thievery, he told her about his own
country how his country leaders embezzled their money, they terrorism in the country some
time ago by the “Bushevik”, she told him how they country had not been good since they


dissolution of the USSR they Union of Soviet Socialist Republic, peter was learning about his
new country.


They talked about their love life, she Had dated ten whole men since she turned
eighteen, she said all those years she hadn’t felt the way she felt now it was wonderful
meeting peter.

Peter already determined not to be the eleventh even though he liked the gist
of her past relationships he just wanted to be the last his wish was granted but not the way
he had wanted it.


Peter told her about his onetime love that died in Paris their love life was kind off a
long story, he didn’t divulge any further, she implored him to open up but he made her
understand that it was a painful experience, and would not like to go through they experience
over again, she understood and let him be, he caught her staring at him, he took they drill
remembering what Abishek told him.


“Always keep an eye contact with a lady but not in weird manner”, he said. “it creates
a connection and improves they moment and oh---oh! It means she likes you very much”.


they were in the world of their own oblivious to the people and the surrounding, she wanted
to taste the skin covering his lips right there yeah she was in love with the man in front of her,
she wanted to taste that lips of his like crazy, she wanted to feel that magic she felt in movies,
fill in the hole in heart, she wanted to feel those butterflies, she wanted him so badly, she
already felt that spark of current they first time she touched him, she did not mind she
believed they both had a connection, African men are quite exotic.


Closer and closer they inched forward toward themselves across the table, closer--- closer-
-- clo--- their nose touched their lips followed suit as they took on each other’s lips savoring
they moment “entangled” as they tension dissipated into pleasure, she felt they butterflies


rising below her belly navel as they consumed their first kiss, she broke they kiss as they
retreated, peter was slightly embarrassed, he had never kissed girl publicly. In his country you
would see the wolves especially “Warri” women cursing and dialing your grandfathers
number, African parent are quite mean and would rain down knives and arrows if you’re
caught in the wrong, damn it he had never kissed any woman before except his mother, when
he was still a baby.

He thought about his mission, how he wanted to own her.


He threw they
bombshell they tugging in his heart, they feeling that gave him sleepless night. “Eliz—Liz ehmn
Liz cannnn we-e we be in a more serious relationship that could have a future?”. She seemed
to Hesitate a little, and then suddenly turned pale her blush dissipating, she grimaced,
thinking, rethinking, everywhere felt silent as silent as they cold outside with the hum of the
waking storm.


Confusion written all over her face “No” she said suddenly becoming gloomy and
more pale.

A long silence of about three minute Tazed they atmosphere between them.
peter was thrown aback by her response, but he didn’t show it he was a real gentle man that
only cried in the comfort of his bedroom, he least expected this, he least expected her
response after they moment they shared, he thought they had a connection, he immediately
felt a heart break, it ached his heart so deeply he did not know what to do any more than to
leave they restaurant a wave of Nostalgia enveloped him as he started towards school
thinking about his mother ,

he felt played, betrayed to say they least, he took they next taxi
home this going to be the most Longest journey home enclosed in disappointment. He did
not see Elizabeth calling after him, her heart aching, she wished she could tell him the truth.


, - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ++++

A man whose skin glowed, perched on his shoulder, an ancient bird known as the
phoenix Standing in a green vast meadow he played with the bird, they bird flew on high into
the skies deep into the clouds, it flew down again with lightening speed, perching only gently
on it owners shoulder carrying in it beak a sheave of light which they owner collects at
intervals and stuffs inside a ball of light that grew large with each stuffing.

He handed the ball to peter Boa peter collected.

the same process happening spontaneously between staged
consciousness “he felt like he was with the same man in three look alike dimensions repeating
three the same events it was strange distributed consciousness but he was here”.

they Man looked his thirties and glowed with almost twice the energy of a gigantic burning kiln though
it did not hurt him, beautiful six feet tall. Almost instantly they skies transformed into a scary
sight with thunder and hail stones storming they beautiful surrounding, huge fireballs with
fiery red blades sticking out, rained on the meadow, killing they bird and its master, a similar
arrow striking peter at the heart region as he passed out into oblivion. Peter woke up with a
start shrieking out loud and panting heavily the whole building seem to shook, as perspiration
found its way to the pores of his skin.
“It’s just a dream, it’s just a dream, it’s just a dre-- , its just a dream, butttt but why-y


is it is it so – o so real”, his thoughts grew apart and disputed between themselves, Some
nightmares can be so real you would swear it actually happened, but they world of “matter”
doesn’t coincide with the world of “Anti-matter” Unknown energy. Abishek barged in.

To be continued chapter 2

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They pandemonium really disturbed his prayer, staying with Abishek heightened peters quest for success, he learned many things and discovered new things, Abishek is an ambitious Indian who took pride in Hinduism a man who would pray to almost three hundred gods including Jesus, deserves some applause, his level of polytheism overshadowed peters awakening atheism. ”those Russian couples are always like that” .


Peter heard Abisheks voice, Abishek was five feet five inches tall peter was five inches taller, Abishek had silky hair and a light skin not they hybrid type, “women are a gift to those who have they skill and discipline to endure and handle them”.


Abishek continued, peter picked interest, he knew nothing about women, this was an opportunity, Abishek had earned himself a reputation in the circle of woman wrapping. In a moment he would be chatting with a girl he just met, they next moment they lady is in his room moaning and screaming in ecstasy as she gets banged away peter mostly found himself annoyingly hydrated in his pants after they are done. “A woman is an emotional being peter boa”.


Abishek stressed they Boa taking in a couple of deep breathes as he puffed out vapor, “you can still take a few flings while you keep her at bay without anticipating any reaction from her, if you can properly play her emotions”. “but that’s not true women in my country are not that emotional peter emphasized you need dollar bills plus Naira bills besides sweet words to actually succeed in getting her to smile at you for an extended period of time”.



Well we Indians aren’t any different we are not that rich even though our economy is stronger than yours. Why do you think I came to Russia?”Abishek asked.


“to take rum off-course” they both shared a laugh. “The ladies play with our feelings and get what they want effortlessly” peter countered trying to argue a point recalling his past experience with Jessica when he was still in high school, they lady that was determined to milk him dry copiously he almost gave away his school fees because of her.


“that’s not entirely true, you see you are weak such a love dove all you need to do is touch some few buttons and they become dummies but, don’t use their weaknesses against them you know Karma has its way, but love them, they put up a show all because they are looking for the one person that can make them happy and also somebody that can put up with their troubles for the rest of their life’s true love, though they search for love selfishly, but when they find there soulmate and he is worth loving, they give all their best, they love him abundantly, at times they can sacrifice their family for a love they think is genuine, they take risks”. Abishek finished. Baring his white teeth like as though he had finished a presentation at the United Nation council of War and wine.



Peter applauded him this guy needed to be awarded they love doctor of the year
“Moscow needs your assistance” though he made a mental note to poison his kid sister against boys whenever he suspects that she’s developing Abishek’s described characteristics.


“But I see you sleeping with almost half of all they ladies you meet since my stay here is that how they Hindu monks do it? Was lord Rahma a womanizer?”. peter demanded with a smirk mustering they little knowledge he had about Indian culture and religion.

Abishek laughed the way they Russians here laugh when whiskey is taking its toll, making sure he inhaled enough air to continue his tutoring and sipping some brown tea from his cup of coffee that was left untouched they whole time. “Life is too short to miss out they fun and Hindu is a peaceful religion full of peace always get that”, “whoa is fornication not a sin in your religion?” peter persisted, Abishek grimaced “you are funny my friend”, “I will be late for class see you later”.


He lighted a cigarette “I will be having a date, tell me if you want a hook up with a dame” he said amidst laughter,” and make sure you take your bath don’t be like they Russians” he concluded sarcastically puffing out huge smoke, before barging out making sure he suited up, one does not play with sweaters in this part of the world, just walking ten meters outdoors without them could land a foreigner in the emergency unit or the surgical unit for amputation.


It was Christmas eve morning they snow storm was over “winter is a bitch”, he was on a marshrutka a private minibus that transported people that’s those that wouldn’t like to go through the stress of Moscow metro an underground train station that servers Moscow and Moscow oblast.


He was going to be on the road for at least half an hour, Moscow was a big city with skyscrapers with it skies hiding the sun during winter times, it had this Paris-London look. Moscow being a city in Russia the largest country on the face of the earth in square miles is large, very large. Traveling to another part of the city could take more than an hour in a marshrutka.


Peter met some few black folks who were humble enough to wave a “hi”, most of the black folks here prefer the Moscow metro it saved a lot of expenses or Trams for black students, Peter met some Russians who were kind enough to show him they location of “zamoskvorechye restaurant” on the map he so possess in order not to get lost. Russia is a large country that have suffered so much large troubles, inflation being one of them, some of the residents complain that the inflation is tied to the fact that the soviet-union was dissolved,

“I don’t know why Vladimir would keep on tolerating this bloody Americans and their Leaders I think we ‘re have equal world power”

a man in the bus with thick accent said to his fellow seat mate only but audible to everybody, he was saying it to offend the Americans in the bus.



“you shouldn’t be saying that in front of the foreigners”. A lady that looked her Fourties countered.

“What do we care, what are they going to do?”

“you should know that the Americans and the Russians are good folks from the good old days even though we had issues of the cold war and some backbiting”


“but our country is the citadel of technology and large mass of weaponry we should be the world power”


“well tell that to the Germans all I know is that if we are to fight over who should be the world power between America and Russia”.

They man put his am on the arm rest and sighing, “you would wake up the next morning with your legs detached, ain;t you people afraid of nuclear holocaust?”. So the blabbered on.

Peter had been fast enough to let Elizabeth know how much he wanted to make her his “Dame” as the white folks say it, he did not hesitate a bit, luckily she liked him well enough to ask him on a Date since he was new in to city “Russian women are quite romantic”.

From that day on they had shared everything with each other, their happiness, pain, troubles and numerous and countless life experiences, Elizabeth is quite supportive. whenever he felt nostalgic he stayed in her warm embrace savoring her perfume and they scent of her hair, and then her eyes kept him focus that light green forest eyes, Elizabeth did get a lot of jealous stares from her friends, they were all “lovey dovey” in class to get noticed but they were not really into anything serious.

They temperature in the auditorium was warmer than anywhere peter had ever been, he had just finished taking a class the lecturer professor “esparando” Hispanic was quite interesting. some of the ladies duely take their time to wave to the conspicuous dark chocolate skin in the class, peter enjoyed the attention and made sure to

pick up intermittent conversations with them repeating their names in his head as he tried to make the name stick after any introduction, when he had had enough he would ask for their contacts, even though he knew no Russian language his hereditary charisma spoke for him, they little he learned helped him a little.


There is this lady is staring at him just beside him, she couldn’t let her eyes off him, she just kept staring at him in wonderment, she had seen a lot of black folks, but this one was different.


Elizabeth was sitting near him by they right, a perfect description of beauty without blemish, even they sexagenarian lecturer stole a glance at in intervals, and throwing some questions at her in order to devour her wining, she was putting a busty clothing that revealed what she’s made of, peter noticed, he always noticed.



Elizabeth the daughter of a military major general, mum passed away when she was still to small to know the stark the difference between her left palm and her right palm, she is a fighter she schooled in the US and just came back from the states to take on a bachelor degree, she is a proud owner of two degrees already.



Peter did pull up the courage to say “hi!”. Elizabeth had a greenish brown pupil and blond hair and she seemed to be different from her friends in physique, she had this pair of eyes that could bore a soul, you can feel her beautiful eyes even though you weren’t in direct perception path well there is no real black African or Negro that had green pupils except they albinos their eyes were mostly colored.



Peter gave her a hard stare trying his hard best to exaggerate his pink swollen lips, the only distinct colored region apart from his eyes, peter was outstandingly black, she turned away abruptly giggling silently, “hey! Man that girl likes ya go get her”.


an American said with a sleek greasy hair, he flipped the back of the note where he drew a love symbol.


He approached her just like he seen Russian men do they are courageous and brave when the go to court a lady and rude at the same time, most of the students already left they lecture room only a few were in and deeply


engrossed in whatever they were doing, she smiled making a hi gesture and a I cannot speak English kind of demeanor, he understood, “hi I am peter as in peeetahh”. he was gesticulating trying to stress they word

appropriately for her comprehension, “I know peter” she said amused by his sobriety, half of the boys she met today reeked of whiskey or vodka at least he had not been influenced---------- yet, and “ignorant” not every


Russian exercise illiteracy when it comes to the subject of English language fluency, and she liked him, his eyes ,his dark chocolate skin color, height, though not very tall most guys she had dated were huge and taller than him, his courage, and she saw the way her colleagues and girlfriends stole intermittent glances at him even her bestie.



Giggling as they whispered some words to each other, she took interest in him anyway, she wanted to touch that hair of his, it was totally different from the hair she was used to, this one was short but curled and wooly, she wanted to know if he had byceps or abs like Michael Tyson and De-rock she finds it pretty attractive.


A handsome foreigner her thoughts were running wild. “you speak English?” peter asked. Peter never wanted to bother himself with learning a new language, he did not even care to learn how to introduce oneself formally.



“Yeah” she said stressing they “yeah” the way French lads accentuate their English, unlike other Russians folks and those he had seen working in the city, her skin was not pale her eyes her green pupil did something to his heart. Peter normally fall in love with a lady’s eye’s, that alone implore him to make sure a spark of friendship or otherwise is ignited, “I speak French, Chinese, Arabic, Hebrew. she offered sagaciously”, peter was he was only good in “English and Hausa”.



Since they past eighteen years of peters life peter never made any effort to learn new tongues though he did try his luck on Arabic.


They talked about politics, her country, school, her previous study place. Peter told her about his family, his country, though he omitted they recession he was of the impression that he was from a rich background even though he wasn’t.


he still talked about his dislike for football, that reminded him of guys smashing bottles and trashing they whole place all in the name of “Messi” hat-trick. Peter loved sports that are aerodynamics aerodynamic in nature, how he loved “hang gliding” even though he had never flown on one. Throughout their commune they both felt a


connection they ‘ve never experienced before, it all felt like they’ve met many several years ago, she knew deep down in her heart she had just developed a soft spot for him love at first sight or maybe not, “fate is a dynamic bastard could give birth to a terrorizing future”, “nothing is fair in the face of love and war or is it?”.



It was 5:00am in the morning, they estate awoke to some howling and causing. In curiosity he came out to know what they pandemonium was all about, out in the corridor in a cold morning peter was suited up, ice and snow all over everywhere, they storm yesterday did more than freeze everything, a lady that look like she was at her mid-thirties with a heaving chest, she wasn’t wearing anything enough, she was enraged pulling her husband a professor who seemed to be beyond sobriety, she was practically pulling him through his “cock and bull” that seem “short in supply”, the unfortunate professor yelled for Liberation.



This brought attention to the scene as flashes of camera light brightened the early morning dissipating darkness, if his manhood was not as tiny they woman who seem to be his wife presumed accusing him of Adultery it would have been exposed in they bleaching cold, even though he was putting on a bogus combat trouser, peter was tempted to take a snapshot with his camera phone but decided against it at least he wanted to proof that even a “learned man can be a fool in a learned environ” , Abishek already retreated inside,
“This is unusual of people here” Abisheks voice fading away, mumbling some hindi.

CHAPTER ONE
Peter Boa Son of John Boa and brought into this crumbling world by Rachael boa is like his father, “that thing every woman wants to have and be with, yes a thing” , though he is eighteen peter is no juvenile.

They flight to Russia was a long and terrifying one, peter would not want to have any of it anytime soon, they turbulence was petrifying and terrifying, it gave this feeling that “they fixed wing heavier than air beast”, is about to “join it ancestors”.

If they captain of the flight hadn’t warned beforehand they impending turbulence Peter would shriek and scream till he had to be Tazed, it was his first time flying and this was not how he imagined the experience.


Everyone in the Aerodrome seem to be calm, he caused them mentally for being too careless and to naïve and to trusting, he had seen in it they movies this was the same way they captain or hostess would assure they occupant of the plane that it was a mere issue like turbulence only for them to be told to brace themselves for a crash land at least if they would alert the passengers before a crash some would bail out with parachutes or are their not parachutes onboard aircrafts. His thoughts wined.



They trip to Russia was uneventful, back in His newly assigned room the Moscow State University MSU, he was greeted by the strange petrifying inflow of cold that feels like wetting your hand with liquid nitrogen and allowing it to evaporate in a warm surrounding.

His both fore and hind limbs almost numb, he did not wait to be told to put on more Clothing than usual for the blood in his hands and leg region were racing towards his heart.

He was welcomed by his roommate an Indian Abishek who was quite accustomed to the cold in the room. He mumbled some words in Hindi then, then apologized for turning off the Heater, with a smile “welcome to Ruskiya Moscow my fellow roommate”,


peter nodded vibrating intensively with clenched teeth not able to reply they cold was taking a toll on him, He had not eaten anything reasonable since he left Nigeria the junk on the plane already made him all of a sudden nostalgic even though he had been wanting to leave Nigeria for quite a long time now, his stomach was

producing some distorted sounds that had a slight musical orientation and familiar meaning that yelled inactivity.

He went out to buy himself some food, in Russia they difference between morning and afternoon is not very much distinguishable during winter because the sun is rarely seen rising and to see it set is intriguing, no wonder the foreigners in his country appreciates the sun, it saves their skin from uneventful paleness. He


noticed that almost everybody even they students were accustomed to alcohol Rum and tequila, they seem to consume it excessively in this cold part of the world more than how they “babas and Ndi ichie” consume palm wine, rice wine and “ogogoro” there in Nigeria.



Most of the people he met were taller than they average height he was accustomed to in Nigeria. He did not fail to recognize they pretty ladies with Eight shape sleek feminine topography that yelled sexuality at its peek, though they were all covered up his eyes could peek into their Vitruvian form you can still perceive their beauty clairvoyantly, peter considered age meaningless when it comes to courtship he was a believer in love, if two


people really love each other, even though their age isn’t suitable for courtship the shouldn’t encourage such obstacle. Russia is really cold that fact would never be disputed, no wonder they German allied forces were having a hard time sieging Stalingrad and capturing they whole of Russia, nature fought them off with


hypothermia they men should have brought in huge sweaters, it seems like they thought that winter in Germany was same in they soviets, if Africans were in the offensive against Russia during they “warII” they wouldn’t have been in the position to lay a siege or even they ‘will’ power to pull a trigger or load a shell in the blistering cold.



They feeling of “De ja vu” accompanied peter anytime he tours they city, if he was not an atheist he would believe he reincarnated, probably he once lived in this particular city in his past life, Russia they largest city in the world have large states Moscow is almost they size of a quarter of Nigeria.



Russia has this skyscrapers, extremely tall buildings that looks antique some parts of it covered in snow, you would have to tip your neck upwards for your gaze to reach towards the top of the building and even with that dizziness would threaten your stability on the ground.

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Covered with a disguise that blends with the forest trees all following security protocol

a mysterious Assassin one who would play a major role in the fatal unsuccessful extinction of

knowledge of the unknown, Monitoring Dr. brown through the telescope of a sniper rifle,
waiting for an order to complete his divine


mission, a pull of a trigger away, as he watched
through his night vision Goggle a beep from his “walkytalky” confirmed his orders from his


employer. A squeeze of the trigger with a surge of exasperation, a hushed click from the


hammer, a muzzle flash and a very loud explosion rocking and awakening they inhabitants of


the forest, they animals of the jungle, the bunker underground exploded forming a large


crater underground as it lodged large rocks into the air uprooting trees, glass shatter, stone



shrapnel, everywhere clouded with dust. -TARGET TERMINATED- they assassin groans as he
prepares to climb down.



A Large bird, Launch high into the air with the book of unknown the only book that


ever got out of the blast in it claws. Dr. brown and Bogi are no more.

Dr. browns parents were not totally keen on him keeping they owl. He had found Bogi


in it nest on the roof like balcony, on the third floor of their mansion the mother must have


left, never to come back. they had no choice but to let they poor creature bond with it new


found owner young brown, since taking away they strange bird would bring about


pandemonium. Dr. brown is known for exhibiting a callous attitude towards everybody and


everything in the house if his decisions are not respected. He once as a teenager man-handled
his fathers’ rifle threatening both his mum dad

and they maids, where he had gotten hold of
the weapon is not known but his obnoxious attitude was spurred by his parents not


supporting his decision of bringing along their dog with them to the united states since then


on his decision is always awarded hundred percent attention, comprehension, adhesion and
action.


Though now his parents are occupants of the grave, he never missed them. Dr brown


and Bogi had a thing so uniquely in common, they both had no other sibling or friends or even
a love-life.


He carried they poor old bird to the desk wrapping it affected right wing with a


bandage, the bird crooked flapping it other wing as it felt excitement bubbling for being
carried on the palm of its old friend.


There in the Lab-sitting room they vibration intensified with pulsating intensity his
Dark skin glowed with hydrogen bomb

ferociousness and energy.
“Bogi!”. he whispered to the bird, “our time has come”.


A few meters away perched on a tree is a fully disguised young force man on military
camouflage.

height and width, euphorically he still calls they building a living place, it is a close replica to a


dilapidated Lab that represents his way of life, an uneventful life filled with a quest for a
knowledge that could not be absorbed by the


lengthy hands of the five senses, a knowledge
that is non-perceivable, a scientific impossibility. He hastened to they half opened window


staring at the unfortunate creature, it was “Bogi” his pet “owl”. Bogi is a little owl specie


athene noctus the bird is quite meek and little with the gestation of a sleeping donkey, He
picked they little creature from outside his


window they pet seemed to be unconscious but
breathing fine.


Africans are superstitious and this bird is a victim of one they many African


superstitious beliefs, believed to bring they aura of death with it, it is believed to come to the
home of a person whose demise is a few


moments away, crooks, shrieks and howls till
morning or until they “Last exhale” of the sick victim, this is coincidence as doctor brown


would see it, it did not in any way make him like they bird any less. He had been with the bird


for fifteen years, she saw him through his teeth grinding cold winter days in Harvard carrying


out biological experiments in the storm. He studied Zoology. What he admired in the bird


most was its ability to rotate its neck almost one eighty degrees on both left and right with a


three hundred and sixty degrees twist capability, its furry feathers and its facial structure


closely resembling they facial geography of that of humans with both the eye’s beak nose, all


in the front of its face its claws so malevolently designed to grasp it prey effortlessly with the
dexterity of a soldier. It has the aura and essence of a predator just like they Eagles Hawks


Ravens, and also its inability to see clearly during the day time becomes a prey to other predators of its size.

collector of precious artifacts and antique books. He has been inconspicuous concerning his

location in Nigeria Due to a ground breaking discovery which will revolutionize the human
race and the fact that he had a tragic past, he

was still a smart genius though people seek his
council, he is complacent but they knowledge he is so blessed with threatens his “beating


heart”.
“That thing you know may one day will extricate you”, he momentarily mutter to


himself. Dr. brown has been known to have a thick demeanor, always putting on a weary


vigorous look with bags under his eyes and slight wrinkles on the fore head and jaw, you


would allege he was an old man but this was not the case for he was still in the prime of his
life. A young five feet eight inches tall, skinny,


bald with white mustache he had himself sworn
into celibacy from age twenty he had seen things, things no man should see, things that


terrifies men who behold it, things that defies they laws of nature and its promise to keep
things intact.


Doctor browns’ hand started vibrating again in an abnormal frequency just like it did
few days ago, he felt nemesis approaching


clairvoyantly and fearlessly, he stands abruptly
taking a gentle pace with a gait like that of a sick horse as he strode silently through his study


door into his sitting room, cluttered with various specimen, plants in hips forming pillars in a


bag woven with cotton, he feels they enemy near, a radiance of negative energy consumed
him, his blood pressure rising.


A loud bang startled Dr. Brown from his from his wondering thoughts and dilemma


glass shatters, they noise came from a window opposite where he was sitting, His sitting room

is an empty space with desk covered with a white lengthy chiffon four in number standing


with the four walls of his sitting room. They sitting room is thirteen feet in both breadth,

PROLOGUE

A wooden bookshelf with stacks of Books, musk of bookish warm scent accentuating

they antique Nature of books in this personal library, Dr. brown Spectacles lay on the wooden


study table Made with Balsa wood, popular for it lightness and tensile strength with a repute

in the aeronautic industry. Dr. brown loves Nature and its blessings, His home is Located in
the Northern part of Nigeria. He loves the greens of the earth. Fond of trees and its unique

nature to support life and that of its surrounding living creatures.


He cultivates they deciduous apple tree, malus pumila, guava, mango, they famous
Iroko tree. His love for natures blessings


invigorated in him they urge to live in its river of
consciousness, it practically drove him into the wilderness where he found solace. He has an


underground bunker deep in the forest of the Sambisa forest in Bornu state. Though he
stayed seven feet below they ground he suffered no oxygen deficiency, practically he


operated the underground ventilation system.
Photosynthesis is a natural process that will happen when there is light, light from the


big star the sun in the presence of artificial light a new technology that mimicked the natural


sunlight plants thrive in. This in effect promoted indoor agriculture which brought with it, its


own economic advantage, drug dealers can now cultivate their marijuana, cocaine, cannabis


underneath their mansions and designated halls harvest, fertilize and plant again.
Books share a prey and predator relationship with humidity and oxygen especially


books, some antique book leaves especially those of palpus.
But plants require some of those, Dr. brown was generous turning a blind eye to the


fact that, his books will soon rot into oblivion with all its priceless knowledge, Dr. brown is a

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Ehibiggirl:
point of correction,I'm not a guy. I just wanted something real,like our culture, we should stop promoting other peoples cultures making ours seem inferior, what's wrong if she had character names in our native languages? See how u are quick to disqualify it because it has to sound like Joan, shantell Natasha Brian and the like to be sophisticated, I pity people like you who feel foreign cultures are better than urs, u quickly adopt it while throwing urs away. I pray for the freedom of the mind for u, I see your mind is enslaved.it is people like you that treat white men as though they are gods and better than you, your mind really needs healing and freedom.

I knew it... You're are one of Yoruba or is it edo girls that are sternly judgemental but still act against their jurisdiction...

I myself writing a story but not gracing they story with traditional names or events does not mean that I posses cultural or ethical obscurity towards taking sides with they western world's or not you are getting it wrong sister... A story is a story....
They author has they right to adopt whatever names they want...
And still their cultural morale would be intact...
I don't see any white man clairvoyantly we are equal and they see me same way I see them...
No segregation attached.

Ehibiggirl:
I wish you had given native names to the characters, I like something that shows appreciation for our culture, enough of the joana Jones ken Kentucky jade Freda.

you must be a chronic Yoruba guy, so you want names like, joke (as in are you joking)..
funke(as in funky monkey). and they rest...

aaah!!!!.

Mike4S:
How can I apply?

yes how can I apply?.

so as I was saying I would be sponsoring four handsome ladies that would like to go to they festival is it AKE?... ye-yeah... OK no strings attached.....
and so I thought that mynd44 had a swollen lower back and upper front with skirts...

nice update keep it up... divepen1 check this one out she's a novice...

ghostwritter:
AlamienDagash

Sir, I am so sorry. I will finish this story this week by God's grace. I honestly appreciate your words.

bro you are inconsistent. are you in school?.

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