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HOW I CHERISHED MY SISTER PART 1
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IF YOU WANT TO THREAD THE PATH
OF REVENGE, YOU MUST DIG TWO
GRAVES – Some wise guy or something,
I’m not good with their names I just take
their words to mind.
A professional “do it all” consultant.
From finding missing persons or object
to high profile assassination; I’m the guy
to call. Been in the business for a while,
so on my worst days I’m am considered
an experienced professional and on my
best days I am a bleeding expert.
My name is Kunle Smith and as I lie
down here in a pool of my own blood
waiting for death’s cold embrace, I
cannot help but ask the question : HOW
THE Bleep DID IT COME TO THIS.
To answer my question I thought back
to when it all started to go wrong… The
very beginning : Apologies in advance
for the gritty nature of what I am about
to tell you. Some of us had it rough in
the origin department…
It’s a Cinderella story really, I was the
unplanned fifth of five boys left to fend
for myself after my mom died giving
birth to number six, the only girl, Vera.
The only good thing I had, brothers had
all gone off and wound up dead or in jail
where they wound up dead anyway and
my father buries himself deep in liquor
ever since my mum died, hardly gives us
the time of day. “I’m hungry!” Vera would
yell when she couldn’t hold it in
anymore. My father would throw an
empty bottle at her as he growled his
usual response “be glad I give you a
pilow to sleep and a roof over your head,
you want something to eat, work it out
for yourself.” crying she would beg to go
out with me and I would take her. She
was special, did all I could to protect her,
but really she was the one always taking
care of me. Because when she started to
put on her lonely lost child act in the
center of a town the attention of all the
bleeding hearts in the town focuses on
her and while they were busy trying to
comfort her, I would slowly creep behind
them, help myself to all the fancibles and
valuables in their pockets and be gone
before they realise it. We were happy
until one faithful day…. We had a great
run, plenty of loose wallets in heaping
pile, we were planning on how to go
about our spending. “Let’s get ice
cream” Vera was saying, when they
showed up. About six guys none of them
was over twenty by the looks of them
but they were all bigger than me. ‘good
idea little Dam’ said one of them, “after
that we can go to Freddie’s and get us
each a girl for the night” added the one
who struck me as the leader. With anger
I stepped in front of them protectively
standing over Vera and our money and
said “stand back, our hard work, our
money” the leader replied “but it’s on our
turf so that makes it our money you are
either going to hand it over or get
bloodied, you and your pretty little Dam
sister, your choice” he laughed. ” Stay
away from us” I warned. He came
forward eerily looming over, he bent low
his face inches from mine and with a
suffocating foul breath said “Who’s
gonna make me” and all of a sudden
they descended on me with punches,
sticks, and wait was that a hammer? Oh
OK it was a big fist, felt like a hammer
though. It was hell I have never
experienced such physical pain in my life
before. With spared glance I saw Vera
throwing rocks at them screaming “leave
my brother alone” I wanted to scream,
tell her to run but my voice wasn’t
working. Then one of Them walked over
to her and tried to grab her but she
wouldn’t let him. She was squirming
under his loose grip I was screaming
“vera no, leave her alone!” forcefully
Vera managed to break herself free from
her attacker. she had used her legs to
push as hard as she could against the
guy, it’s resulting force propelled her
forward right into the main road. And
then I HEARD: PAAAAAAANM
PAAAAAAANM, it was getting dark so no
one really saw it coming, no one heard it
blew it’s trumpet, not until it was too
late. VERAAAAAA! I screamed with all
my strength. It was a freaking horror
show me on my knees unable to move,
couldn’t stand, couldn’t run, Vera was
screaming as the truck hit and then ran
over her, I was helpless wishing for it all
to stop but it didn’t, almost immediately
after everything was quiet. Our attackers
fled, the driver fled too he had been
driving Without headlights that’s why I
had not seen him in time. The truck had
crushed her thoroughly scattering Vera’s
body parts all over the road. With an
overwhelming, an immeasurable and an
unimaginable grief in my heart, a
realisation came to me: this world is a
cruel world, only the wicked thrive. And
vera was an angel the world was not
meant for her let her go back to heaven
that’s were she belongs with angels like
her. “goodbye Vera watch over me, they
didn’t kill you but they are the reason
you are dead and thats the same thing
to me, watch as I bring down hell upon
those that brought you this gruesome
fate”…. I vowed.
……After that horrible incident, to become
stronger, I joined gangs, pushed drugs,
abused drugs, engage in Street fights,
gang wars, pimped girls over the years,
A bloody waste of time if you ask me.
For none of it made me strong the way I
wanted to be. It was when I got arrested
and was sent to prison, that I found the
kind of strength I was looking for.
Warmed my way to the hearts of the
inmates quickly enough. it was after I
told my story and expressed my
determination for revenge that one of the
prison bosses took me in, thought me
everything I need to know. Trained me in
combat and gun battle, thought me the
best revenge path to take. After serving
four years of prison time I was released
three years ahead of schedule for good
conduct, I wasted no time in plotting my
revenge course, using the connection
Don piccolo (my prison boss) gave me,
finding my first target wasn’t hard: The
Driver. I traced him to his home town,
where he was a mechanic. Immediately I
saw him, eight years of anger welled up
inside of me. I walked up to him and
asked “do you know me”. He gave me a
once over look and said “no can I help
you with anything?” “you don’t
remember me” I asked again. He
stopped what he was doing and looked
at me then asked “Who are you”. “Do
you know vera?” I answered his question
with mine. “No and I would like you to
leave my property, I am not comfortable
with you on it”, he replied as he looked
up into my eyes and took a step back.
Guessing he must have seen it, the
murderous intent in my eyes. Before he
could speak I asked him “do you
remember the little girl you crushed to
pieces eight years ago with that truck”
pointing to the last truck at the roll of
vehicles on the left. His eyes widened as
he remembered, he raised his left hand
that held a huge metal spanner and tried
to hit me with it but I was quick, I
stepped back thrusting forward I jabbed
him on the jaw, he staggered back.
seeing that he couldn’t fight me he ran
back so fast inside his shop and locked
the wooden gates, I could hear his
footsteps retreating deeper inside.
something shiny caught my eyes. The
fool had left the key to the truck he was
repairing on the ground I picked it up
and climed in, then started it, and drove
it straight through the gate, as the gate
shattered he came into view, his back
against the wall, his chest heaving so
high I thought his heart was gonna bust
out, his eyes as wide as they could go.
With a tinge of satisfaction and a small
smile on my lips because I liked the fear
that resonated from him, it was the
same fear that vera felt before dying, I
drove the vehicle straight at him
crushing him against the wall behind
him, I came out of the truck, went out to
pick surrounding flowers. Wasn’t really
comfortable with it, I didn’t want to leave
any trail for the police to track, but I
believed it was the right thing to do. The
Don had said that It’s meant to be like a
sense of knowing for Vera that her killers
hadn’t gone unpunished. plus by the
time the police caught up, i would have
been done with my vengeance mission,
dissappeard and started a new life.
Placing the flowers on the dead driver I
muttered ‘for Vera’.


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click on the link below to continue reading
www.naijanoisemakers.com.ng/2017/08/14/cherished-sister-part-1/

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