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Kombi 2

Till Death Do Us Part!



They only see what you let them see! (Saturday night by Khalid)



I peeked from the window of our Audi r8 and peered into the village. Smoke from houses were high above the sky. A feeling of nostalgia washed over me as I remembered how my childhood days were.

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‘No. mum, dad' I called as I ran through the muddy street.

‘God please, let it not be. Please God, I pray to you, let it not be' I repeated as my little feet carried me father down the street, jumping over muddy water that has been caused by the rain that fell two days ago.

Finally, I reached my destination. I looked at the building that harboured my parents and immediately broke down. I tried to regain myself and dashed off to the burning house but was stopped by someone. I cried uncontrollably that day. luckily for me, my junior sister was at my aunt house.

The fire consumed my parents alive!

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I snapped out of my past as a hand encircled around my waist. I flinched a little and turned to the bearer; my husband.

‘This is kombi, not the past' He whispered soothingly to me, I smiled and faced the window again.

Finally, we pulled over in front of a thatched roof house and came down. As soon as my legs made contact with the ground, I stretched and yawned. My husband looked at me curiously.

‘Are you tired, hun?' he asked, coming over to the other side of the car.

‘what.. No!' I said, rolling my eyes.

‘okay then, C'mon we have things to do' He said, as he held my hand and we marched to the house.

When Fred said ‘things' I might have read the meaning wrongly. I thought it was just meeting people that own the house and allowing them gush about our existence. But that was opposite of what happened.

We literally helped the owners of the house renovate the house and made it look a lot better. We donated few things that we brought with us from the city and their joy knew no bound.

After all the work of fixing about two more homes, we finally retired to our lodge. All my body ached and all I could think of was the softness of our bed and the delicious meal that fred will probably prep for us and last but not the least, bodies against bodies(if you know what I mean❤)

We walked in silence into the building and was greeted coldly by the receptionist who only glared at me and smiled broadly to my husband. Again, I paid no attention to her.

Finally, we got into the room, I kicked off my shoes and watched Fred so the same. I watched him removed his shirt in the process, revealing his broad shoulders and hard muscles. I sighed contently, realization hitting me that this beautiful creature in front of me was indeed my husband.

‘Today was a bit interesting, don't you think Mrs Johnson?' he asked, as he drew closer.

I nodded my head, unable to say anything at the moment. I watched him caress my cheek, eliciting a moan in the process.

‘Maybe a bit hectic!' I dared to say. Fred laughed, his laughter sounded around the room and resounded into my ear buds as sweet sensation.

‘okay, maybe hectic is included. After all, I'm a bit tired' he said as he drew away from me.

I sighed..

‘You go take a shower, I will fix us something to eat' He said as he made his way into the mini kitchen and I made my way into the bathroom.

Few minutes later, we both settled on the reading table that has been converted into a dining table, facing each other as we devoured the delicious meal of spaghetti with fried eggs.

‘Tomorrow, we would be going to see Otenga in his make shift chambers' He said as he rolled up few strands of spaghetti on a fork.

‘who's Otenga?' I asked, grabbing a glass of water at my side of the table, swallowing it's content.

‘The supposed king of the village who doesn't know his right from his left' He replied, chewing his food momentarily.

‘I didn't know this village has some kind of king!' I said.

‘Well, he's not supposed to be in that position' Fred answered.

‘Hmmm. So what position are you supposed to be?'  I asked.

Fred abruptly stopped his chewing and faced me. Slowly, a smile crept unto his lush lips.

‘Hmm, maybe a care taker?' Fred suggested. I rolled my eyes and finished the last spaghetti on my plate.

‘That doesn't sound certain, Fred Johnson!' I said, taking a sip from my wine.

He smirked and then finished his own portion of food as well.

‘Whyever not, my dearest lady?' he asked, smirking even more broader than before.

I looked at him, unable to give a proper answer to his question.

‘One can't be a care taker of a whole village!' I said.

‘okay hun, you win! Well, I own this whole lodge and hold a remarkable position in the country. So that explains the reason why I can come here and renovate as much as I please. You can call it charity' He said as he finished the remnant of his wine and pour another measurable share.

I digested his words and nods in agreement.

‘Okay, that will do' He smiled.

After the little tèté a tèté we shared after dinner, Fred went to take his shower and I turned on my phone.

After going through tons of messages from my sister, Fred sister, mother In-law and father In-law, I decided to call my sister.

The first ring went on voice mail, so did the second and on third ring, she answered.

‘Helo?' she croaked, I must have woken her from her sleep.

‘Hey sis..' I answered.

‘Kay?is that you?' she asked, unconvinced.

‘Yes sis. It's I Kayla, your one and only elder sister' I heard rustle from the other end which seemed like she was fully awake and ready to yell.

‘What the hell happened to your phone? I have been trying to reach you for ages. What's going on sis?' she asked.

‘I've been busy. Lots of things going on. I'm sorry' I said in one breath.

‘Too busy to call your only sister?' I sensed hurt in her voice.

‘You won't understand...' I allowed myself trail off knowingly.

‘oh, I do understand. you're married now and with lots of responsibilities so I truly understand sis' she said. I smiled

We talked about a lot of things and she showed sincere sympathy about the condition of my honeymoon. She blamed Fred for it all and I couldn't help but defend my husband.

I called Kate afterwards...

‘helo Kate?' I asked as she answered on first ring.

‘Omfg kaylaaaaa. What in the name of short dwarf in game of thrones is wrong with you?' she yelled.

I giggled.

‘How?' I asked innocently.

‘You Kayla Johnson, wife to my elder brother and my most honourable sister in law, is not a good person' I laughed

As I was about answering her, Fred stepped out of the room from the shower, water trickled down his body in a delicious manner, making me gasp.

‘Hellurr, hellurrrrr. Kayla are you there? Did you drop dead or is my brother doing things that he's not supposed to do to his wife at 12 midnight?' Kate asked from the other side of the phone. I smiled, took my eyes away from my husband and focused on Kate.

‘What? You bad child!!' I retaliated.








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Kombi


Till Death Do Us Part!

I opened my eyes slightly but was greeted by darkness. Only the small lights from few houses around and the little car light that illuminated the surrounding. I gulped, held unto my husband's lap tightly.

‘hun, are you scared?' He asked, I shake my head and wondered if he saw me.

‘Okay, we need to go to our lodge. It's dark already and no further activities till tomorrow morning' he said as he tried getting out of the car with me tagging along.

When I stepped my foot on the soil, I was greeted with the smell of charcoal and burning wood. I twisted my nose momentarily and followed my husband to the direction he was going.

‘What about our belongings?' I asked.

‘It will remain in the van till tomorrow morning. Our personal bags will be kept in the room we will be staying' He answered, I nodded.

We walked through a narrow path and crossed a small bridge. I held my husband tighter and I heard him chuckle.

‘Kombi isn't that bad, you know?' He whispered.

‘I guess' was all I could say.

We finally made it into a building with lights. The light illuminated the whole surrounding and it looked amazingly decorated.

I read the imprint on the wall.

“Welcome, mr&mrs Johnson to your honeymoon!"

I smiled and squeezed my husband's hand gently. He squeezed back.

We walked farther down the hall to a receptionist desk. My husband nodded to her and she handed him a set of keys. She observed me with her big eyes, disgust written all over her face. I ignored her and followed my husband.

As we walked, I heard voices from different doors that we passed.

‘Do people live here' I asked.

‘Yes, foreigners!' was he's curt reply. I nodded and matched along with him.

We finally made it to a different door with the caption I saw earlier on. Fred got out the keys and slide it into the key hole. Two turns and snaps, the door opened and my eyes went wide like saucers.

Before me, stood the most magnificent room that I have ever seen. The place was decorated from the start to the end. Flowers littered all over the bed in a decorative manner, soft music (love lies by Khalid) played in the background and the smell of lavender filled my nostrils.

I almost collapsed in awe. I got in, kicked off my shoes and made for the bed. As I sat down, the bed squeaked and I bounced.

I love the bed!

I let my eyes wander again and found beautiful paintings and a set of China laid on a coffee table. I eyed the coffee machine and licked my lips absent mindedly.

This was simply amazing!

‘welcome to kombi, Mrs Johnson!' my husband said, making my eyes leave the already arranged wardrobes and settle on him.

‘Thank you, Mr Johnson' I replied and giggled.

‘Well, I hope you like the place'

‘No.... I love it Fred. This is simply amazing!' I squealed.

He laughed softly and came over to me.

‘Just like you my Love' He said.

‘Awww, Fred...' I blushed, slapping his hand playfully.

He stood up, and made to the mini kitchen which I didn't even notice.

‘I will make dinner. Would you like sweet potato and scrambled eggs?' He asked.

I nodded energetically and surveyed the room once more.

The small kitchen had a cooking gas and few kitchen utensils. A fridge stuffed with different kinds of groceries, a set of pots, knives and spoons.

Well, I guess I will have to do my cooking here.

Few minutes later, we settled to eat dinner.

I gushed about how amazing the place is and almost died in joy when my husband kept laughing and feeding me at the same time.

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The next day, I awoke at my husband's side and watched him sleep peacefully. He looked so adorable and so peaceful.

I maneuvered my way out of the bed and carefully slide on my fluffy flip-flops.

I made it to the kitchen, arranged and washed the dishes of yesterday and began looking for what to cook for breakfast.

Breakfast went faster than I expected. We shared little jokes about Fred knowing how to cook better than me. We made bets and apparently, Fred won. Now I'm at twenty thousand lost.

When the afternoon began, it was time for us to see the village and all that is in it.

I dressed up in a short floral gown and paired it with a brown leather sandals. Fred wore shorts with a sunflower shirt to match, he paired it with his brown sandals as well.

We walked hand in hand into the village.

Dear kayla, kombi awaits you!!





Kombi awaits our dearest Kayla. Will she be able to take all that kombi has, having that she has grown up in luxury all her life?

Now(drum roll)

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Eligible wife/Honeymoon


Till Death Do Us Part!

I followed Kate to her room.

A beautiful piece, decorated with all types of gracious paintings from history.

Mona Lisa painting hung in the middle of the room, with her smile drawn over to each sides and a mustache at the end of her lower lip. I smiled!

A vase of Lillie's at the far corner with words scribbled on the pot body ‘Bleep fake life'.

I have no idea what fake life has to do with precious Lillie's.

At the left corner of the spacious room, a bunch of clothes were scattered on the floor and a door stood right in front of it. That must be the walk in closet.

Books at the reading table and a table lamp with pens of all types on top of the wooden table.

A dresser was opposite the reading table. Nail polish, hair brush, cream, perfumes, hair products and relaxing shower jell lay at the table. Shouldn't the shower jell be in the bathroom?

My eyes wandered on everything in the room and finally landed on Kate who was sitting on the queen size bed with Mona Lisa frame hanging above her head.

I smiled at mustache Mona Lisa once again and said..

‘nice drawing, nice room!' I nodded at everything.

‘Thanks! Although I don't think Mona Lisa deserve the assault' she said and looked at her finger nails.

I took my seat at the corner of the bed and faced her.

‘Well, we can as well get the prep talk started if you don't want your brother dragging me out of this room in five minutes' I told her and folded my hands in front of my chest.

‘I can't believe it's here, in Nigeria! How could he? You didn't even object. Don't tell me my brother dictates things to you, Kayla. It's unfair' she said, I could tell that she was disappointed.

‘And I was dreaming of when you come back from any country that is not Nigeria to tell me all that you saw and enjoyed. Now, that dream is been washed down the drain!' she said, as she brought a pillow to her face and buried her face in it.  I heard muffled voice which almost resembled a sob coming from her.

Before I could say something or stroke her back, she jolted up and out of the bed in a blink of an eye.

Christ!

‘I know just what you should do!' she almost yelled. I looked at her surprised.

‘What could that be?' I asked, everly eager to here what she has to say.

‘You would trick him and make him to fall for whatever you say!' she said, almost proud of herself.

I looked at her in disbelief, has she met her brother at all?

‘Trick him?' I asked, she nodded.

‘Your brother, my husband can never be tricked by any mortal! Have you met him? He stands for what he wants and no one can tell him different. And I think I want to go to this village, maybe help in some way. Spend money on the poor instead of lavish on the already rich 5star hotel of new York, Germany, Yorkshire and all other places around the world' I said, rather surprised at my own tone of voice.

She looked at me blankly, rushed back to the bed again, pick up that same pillow and buried her face in it. This time, I heard sob and she was crying for real.

I stroked her back and assured her of my safety and lots of news when I get back.

She made me promise to call her every night before I go to sleep.

After the whole emotional crack up, I finally made my way downstairs.

Fred and his father were at the dining table discussing.

When he saw me, he stood from the seat and dashed towards me. He engulfed me into a warm hug and squeezed tightly.

‘I hope she didn't tell you how to disengage my head from its original place?' my husband asked and I laughed.

‘Of course not!' I said between laughs.

‘okay, then it's time to go. Mother has already packed your chicken soup in a take away. You will eat when we get home. Or do you want to eat here?' he asked, as he pulled me away from his body and looked at my face.

I smiled up at him..

‘No, I'd rather get home' I said.

‘okay.. Father, we will be on our way now!'

‘okay son, let me call your mother. Paula, the children want to leave now!' the old man called. Paula came rushing out, with a bag on her hand.

‘Oh dearie, Kate won't let you be. Now you can't eat here! But nevertheless, I have packed some things up for you. Here it is!' she said as she handed me a bag, I looked inside and saw that she has not only packaged my food but also some groceries and few cans of drink. I smiled at her and hugged her. She giggled.

‘Okay Now, we will be leaving!' fred said, looking at his wrist watch.

He's mother looked at him angrily and then slide out of my arms.

‘Dear, do take care of yourself. Call me at anytime possible! Okay?' I nodded at her and she smiled.

‘call me too' the father said, I smiled at him too and nodded.

Few minutes later, I and Fred were on our way home- our home.

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The day for our departure finally came.

All the servants were busy helping us load lots of things into the car. I almost thought we were moving into another house instead of a cozy honeymoon.

We took few mattresses, some white bedspread and some kitchen utensils.

I kept glancing over my shoulder at my husband who was only dedicated to phone calls and yelling at misbehaving servants all day. He looked dishelved and it slightly amused me.

I kept to arranging and making sure everything fitted into the minivan. Finally, we climbed into the back seat of our own car and watched the driver kick the engine to life.

I stared after my new home as the car rolled past the building. I couldn't help but remember all the nights I had spent there for the past two weeks of our marriage.

Oh, what blessed night it indeed was!

‘Don't worry, you will soon return to it' my husband whispered to me. I sighed loudly and awaited what comes after us.

The rest of the journey was a blur, we drove for hours and hours. Stopped at restaurants, ate lunch, took drinks, and continued on our journey.

Some roads were very bad and some were smooth. I appreciated the good roads and cursed the bad roads!

I fell asleep countless times on my husband's lap, he stroked my hair and whispered sweet things of nothingness in my ear.

We took to the road because, apparently the little village doesn't have airports!

Part of me was anxious to see the little village. I watched and heard my husband make few calls concerning the village and was placing orders like he practically owned the place--maybe he does!

I fell asleep again and awoke when I heard my husband's raspy voice in my ears.

‘we are here, hun....'






How many of us want to see this village?

I can't wait, myself.

Now(drum roll)

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TO LOVE & TO CHERISH


Till Death Do Us Part!


When the vicar mentioned  ‘to love and to cherish' during his joining of the couples, some people may think it to just be random words, ordained by law. But Fred and I, accepted that fate with everything within us and made sure that Jesus, the son of Joseph the carpenter was proud of us.

Who knew marriage would be blissful, just you and your newly Wed, savoring every minute and every moment that passed.

I thought I had seen it all, until my husband declared that our honeymoon would be in a small village located in the heart of the eastern region. I couldn't judge or argue about this course but just willfully and blissfully accepted my husband's wise decision. For, you won't expect much drama from a woman in love!

When he told his family about this new developed plan, they visited the god of porous lips and came back with much water stuffed in their mouths. For apparently, the god of porous lips had had a crazy tango with their son.

“Mother, Father...." Fred called as we entered the luxurious interior of the Johnson's family, with me tagging along behind him and he holding my hand firmly, as if afraid that if he let go, he might loose a worthy treasure.

“Mother... Father... Kate..." He called the three occupants of the house once more, with the latter being his younger sister.

“Yes, dearie... Ah..the both of you are here. Good thing because I was making chicken soup in the kitchen" He's mother said as she came over to me, tried to tug my hand away from my husband's grip but he wouldn't budge. I smiled my most elegant smile and she returned it with a knowing smile and a repeated head nod.

“Mother, we do not have time to sit and eat chicken soup. We are here to discuss something much important. Where's father?"  Fred asked, glancing around the whole room as if he's father was hidden behind the huge cushions that adorned the living room.

“I heard noises, what's the fuss about in this hot afternoon? Oh, it's the both of you, how delightful!" Mr Patt said as he maneuvered his way to where we stood.

“we weren't expecting you too here, please do sit down my lovable daughter In-law." Mr Patt told me as he tried to sit down with much grace but failed brutally.

“Oh, Patt. I have told you that you are old now, you don't need to still put up those youthful antics of yours now" Mrs Paulina Johnson said to her husband and giggled at the man's behavior.

“oh, Pauly. Allow me to make myself more comfortable. Life's too short" He said, shaking his head at his wife's dutiful care towards him.

“Father, mother.. I and my wife has successfully decided on the venue for our honeymoon" Fred began, watching the two elderly couple in front of him and trying to study their expression. His mother never cease to put her emotions into good us. She squealed and almost leapt out in joy.

“You have, haven't you? Oh, this is wonderful news. Com'on darling, come tell me all about it" she motioned for me to follow her, but Fred held unto me tighter than before. I forced a defeated smile across my face and gave my ever so kind mother in-law an apologetic smile. She waved me off and concentrated on her son.

“Where's it going to be, son?" I heard the father ask.

“In the heart of the eastern region. It's a small village called kombi. I have made the rightful reservations, we will be leaving the day after tomorrow" My husband said, ever so cheerily. 

The faces of the two elderly couples dropped and then, they looked at I and my husband in awestruck.  They were sad, angry and surprised at the same time. He's mother forced a smile unto her face and said, trying so hard not to let those tears drop.

“But that place is too shabby, poor and filled with treacherous people" she said apologetically.

Fred pretended to not hear her but was looking up to his father. It presumes that he still has some regard for the old man.

“Father..." He tagged, expecting him to say something.

“Oh, Frederick! When you make decisions sometimes and come to tell us about it, it only means that you have made up your mind solemnly on the issue" He's father said.

“I'm glad that you see my point father" Fred replied.

He's mother was still rambling about how dangerous the village is, and almost scared me out of my witt when she mentioned kidnap of foreigners. I exhaled sharply and shot my eyes close.

I felt warm breath inbetween my ear and neck and I opened my eyes to see Fred leaning closer to me.

“don't listen to whatever she says" was all he said and took me by the hand again, for apparently, he had to shake his father with the hand he was holding me with.  I exhaled once more.

He's mother looked at me with pity shadowing her lovely face. I couldn't help but feel guilty, I might be giving the woman a steady heart attack. I tried to smile but my face was already hurting from trying to smile all day.

Mind you, it's not like I don't trust my husband enough to choose what's best for us, I actually do want to go to this small village and see how it is.

I have per-say, lived a life of luxury all my life and change is the only thing that is constant!

I watched my mother in-law sit dejectedly on one of the sofas and buried her face in it.

Father and son were looking at each other with such gracious glare that you might think that there have once being a solemn understanding between the two.

After my mother In-law has dashed off to the kitchen to fix something for us, kate came in.

With all her grace and energy of a young girl, she marched into the living room, humming along with the song that played through the speakers of the earpiece connected to her phone.

I smiled at the sight of her, making myself comfortable in the sofa and prep myself to endure the tight hug she might issue to me if she saw me.

And indeed, she did See Me!

She shouted with joy and leapt forward, with her right hand placed on her chest, she dashed forward and engulfed me into a tight warm hug. I almost cried for joy.

“Ah, you are here! In flesh and blood. I never thought my brother would let you out of that house without you by his side" She said, giving my husband a murderous glare.

I laughed heartily!

“Com'on Kayla, tell me what's happening" She asked, batting her eye lashes at me.

I smiled, this time, genuinely!

“Honeymoon" Fred answered before I could say anything.

Kate rolled her eyes at him and faced me.

“Honeymoon? That's fantastic Kayla. I almost thought you guys won't go for something like that, considering how ‘uptight' my brother is" she said, placing emphasis on the word ‘uptight'.  Fred ignored her, focusing on his phone and typing away.

“So, where's this place? Canada, Friesland, Germany, London, New York?" she asked, with hope of wanting to mention more countries. 

“Kombi! That's the place we are going" I managed to say.

“kombi? Kombi!" she repeated, as if trying to taste the word in her mouth.

I nodded energetically. She stared at me blankly and I looked away.

“Where's that? What sort of country is that?" she asked

“it's here in Nigeria, in the eastern part" I replied wryly.

She stared at me in disbelief. Suddenly standing up, she dashed off to where her brother was sitting, bent towards him and held him in his collar.

“What in seven hells is wrong with you? Are you that chauvinistic in nature? You don't think she has every right to choose the country of her choice? You chauvinistic son of a bachelor!"

I smiled devilishly!

You see the reason why I love Kate?

Fred just sat there, unperturbed as if Kate was a stubborn fly that has refused to let him go.

I laughed as the two sibling engaged in a staring contest.

After what looked like ages, Kate gave up, fixed her dress straight, straightened her tall frame, hissed at her brother and walked away.

Their father, whom I didn't realize was still in the living room burst out in a fitful laughter. He laughed so hard that you could see tears at the brink of his eye lids.

“Com'on Kayla, let's go to my room so that I could teach you the antics of being an eligible wife" She said to me as she matched to the stair cases, gave her brother another murderous glare and then stormed upstairs.









Kombi: a minivan (South Africa).

The name above, doesn't belong to anywhere in the Middle East actually. I just made that up ;-)

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WEDDING BELLS!



Till Death Do us part!


“Dear beloved, we are gathered here to unite Fred Johnson and Kayla Eze on this faithful day. According to how the Lord Jesus has said in his holy book: A man shall find a woman that pleases his heart, make his intentions known and bring her to church. for a man that findeth a wife findeth good thing"

I tried to steady my breathing as I looked at my will soon be husband. His face was lovely and I could tell that he wanted this as much as I did. I looked back at the priest and tried to concentrate on what he was saying.

“We bless the almighty for this period which he has given us. As you have abandoned everything you ought to do today to come here to celebrate with this two, may the almighty see you through...” he continued

Fred looked at his time, he smiled softly at me and gave the priest a glare.

“Erhem.... get to the point already, your grace. we don't need this long sermon” my husband whispered to the priest.

The priest gave my husband a cool look and then, flipped to the last page of the script he had written down.

I smiled..

“Errmm.. it seems like time is not by our side, so we will try to get this whole thing started nevertheless" He turned to my husband..

“Will you, Fred Johnson, take miss Kayla Eze to be your lawfully wedded wife......”

His voice faded into nothingness, as I couldn't help but wonder how I finally got entangled with this charming man in front of me.

I thought of the first day we met, how dishelved I was. Rushing to get to the office that faithful early morning. I had parked my car at home, used the public bus because I thought it would help me get to the office without getting stuck in traffic. But then, I was wrong!

Coming down from the public bus, I decided I would have to exercise my legs by trekking a 105 kilometers away from the traffic. I had adjusted my skirt, fixed the hand of my blouse, checked my bra strap and then crossed to the other side of the road.

Checking the time on my phone, 8:53, I only have about 56 minutes to get to the office and sign-in.

I had already walked 20 minutes away from the traffic which was caused by a deflated truck's tyre. I muttered a curse under my breath about the nonchalance of people and tamed myself to walk faster.

The honking of a car, saved me from ripping my skirt off and pulling away the wig I wore on my hair. The sun was high and it's rays paid homage to mother earth.

The car honked repeatedly, and I was forced to look at the piss head who was trying to run me mad by an unnecessary noise pollution.

Lo and behold, the piss head turned out to be this charming man in front of me......

“Miss Eze, are you alright? Do you by any chance have fever, what's happening to you?"  I was snapped out of my reminisce by the priest. I looked around, all the 1048 guests were all staring at me, with curiosity lacing their faces. I turned to my husband, he looked pale. I composed myself, looked at the priest and managed few words.

“Yes of course, I'm alright. Could you please repeat what you said before?" I asked with a wide smile and looked at my husband who by now, have composed himself as well.

“Do you, Kayla Eze take this man, Fred Johnson to be your lawfully wedded husband. To love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, in poverty and in riches, both fully aware that you are humans, till Death do you part?" the priest asked.

“I...do!" I said, as I watched my husband heave a sigh of relief and the congregation cheered.

I smiled a very wide smile to the extent I could feel the corners of my mouth aching.

“Having both parties agree to this union, by the power vested upon me as the anointed of our Lord Jesus and his faithful servant, I now pronounce you,husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride"

Fred smiled broadly, displaying his thirty-two sets of teeth. He drew me closer to him, capturing my lips in the process.

He kissed the life out of me!

A kiss that lasted quite some seconds which made the priest clear his throat.

“Errmm.. We can now proceed to the orders of marriage and issuing of marriage certificate!" The priest said as he involuntarily tried to pull me away from my husband's hold.

Did I mention that the priest happens to be my husband's former professor during his university days?!

Now, you know why he acts that way and you can tell how far their teacher and student relationship went.

Speaking of relationships, today, I am married to the most influential men in history. Today, I cease to be miss Eze but Mrs Johnson. Today, I am going to obtain a marriage certificate, shove it into my aunts nostrils and make sure she doesn't choke on it.

Today, I am going to dance with my husband and friends and then after all this is over, something that I have been waiting for in my entire life will happen this night.

I don't need to go into details of what husbands and wives do on their wedding night.

After the signing of certificates, the photographers began the purpose of being here. Shots were taken and the most remarkable one was when the relatives were called to snap with the bride and my aunt was involved. I made sure I shoot out my ass in other to show her that the lazy ass she called, is now married and fulfilled.

After the photographs, came the dance and greetings and then throwing of the flower to the bride's maids. The flower, landed in front of my junior sister who squealed, dance around and giggled continuously.

Then, the moment that everyone has been waiting for, the RECEPTION.

Different delicacies from different tribes were served, everyone got fair portion and never complained about lack of food.

All I did, was look for my husband whom I have not seen ever since the signing of papers.

I spotted him with a handful of men, dressed in black at a corner, near a bouquet of flowers and a chocolate fountain at the opposite end. They stood and were discussing in low tones. I managed my way through the chocolate fountain, resisting the urge to deep my fingers into it and savor it's taste.

Approaching my husband and his group of associates, I cleared my throat and they turned to look at me.

“Hi... " I waved.

Fred smiled and so did the men in black!

“Hey, hun... You need something?" He asked, letting his eyes drift to my white gown and the curves that bust out mercilessly.

“Urrmm.. No, not exactly. I was wondering if you would.... Like a bite of the cake" I said, motioning to the cake farther down the hall, beckoning on us. I tried to ignore the three little children who were staring at the cake like it was an island of beauty which has been hidden away from the world and its people.

“Oh, well, yes of course. I'd love to!" my husband said as he entwined our fingers and left his group of men in black.

The vanilla et chocolate cake was heaven on earth! I made a mental reminder to locate the baker and have him make exact taste for my new home.

After what looked forever, the day came to an end.

I and my husband stood outside, greeting the guests and wishing them safe journey back to their homes. Shaking the hands of those that outstretched and hugging those that want to be hugged, the day finally ended.

“Mrs Johnson...." My husband called, I smiled, slowly turning to face him. I could feel my ears burning and my cheek turning into a shade of pink in the faint moonlight and lush luminously lit environment.

“yes, Mr Johnson.." I squealed.

“I think the day is over"

“Yes, indeed I think so too" I answered.

“So you know what that means?"  He asked, taking steady steps towards me.

“Yes, I do"  I caught his eyes traveling through my body, in a blink, he was standing right in front of me. Our faces only inches apart.

“it means, that we have to retire and see what the rest of the night holds for us, don't you think?" He asked, allowing his gentle manly hand caress my cheek softly.

“You are right on that" After those words left my mouth, I was lifted up from my feet and met a hard muscled body, which right now doesn't seem so hard. I giggled and the rest of the night faded into nothingness.

Oh, A lot of things was done that very night. But I don't need to go into details. You probably know the rest...

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Welcome,

Did you stumble on my write up or you were invited to read? Which ever it is, you are most definitely welcome.

This book, gives you insight on how life after and before marriage should look like.

It might be a little bit hazy but I will try my best to share what I have in mind and all the metaphorical fantasies in my head.

I will do my best as a twenty years old un-married lady, sooo......

I hope you enjoy, I will try to make it brief, concise and understandable. So, stick with me on this magical ride. Don't forget to hold still and cling onto my imaginary cloth so that you won't fall off from the rollercoaster of emotions.

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Part 1(Fate)





They say the consequences of everyone action depends on the action been conducted, but I say ‘put a sock in it'



St James refer consequences as gender inequality. A situation whereby, the action been made is weighed by the gender of the accused. Females tend not to be judged more passive and cruel because of their weak nature. Males, serve till when they no longer need to the judged.



Now, the big question is: Was St James right?




Camera flashing,



Sharp lit bulb illuminated the whole room!



Dead silence!



‘Guilty or not guilty, St James?' The guffy old judge asked, drawing his spectacles over his nose. He waited patiently, probably counting to twenty in order to keep his impatience stable.



‘Not guilty! Your lordship'



Dead silence again!



The judge made a derisive noise at the back of his throat, drew the spectacles farther down his nose and spoke again.




‘Guilty or not guilty, St James?' he repeated, probably not so sure of what he heard.



‘Not guilty, your lordship!' I repeated, looking about the room for the fifth time in boredom. About five witnesses, my lawyer and some other pioneers of a court room. I diverted my gaze to my lawyer and he nodded solenmly.



Looking at the judge who felt exhausted by my lack of accepting my sins, I gave him a cool look.



‘N..ot.. Guilty?' he asked again. I looked him straight in the eye and repeated.



‘Not guilty, your lordship!'



The man swallowed and the witnesses shook their heads. I waited patiently, tapping on the wooden surface and trying so hard to calculate my anger.



‘This court proceedings shall be adjourned till on the twentieth, when the accused has admitted his crimes' The judge said, pity and confusion laced his eyebrows. A loud bang on a wooden surface and everyone stood up as the judge made his way out of the room.



I watched as he went away, burning holes into his back with my stare. When will he ever get the fact that I will never admit to anything. Admission is for the weak, and I am not a weakling!



Few minutes later, my lawyer came over to where I stood and we shook hands. He looked me in the eye and said,


‘Nice job James, very nice job'


I didn't need to answer, I just nodded while the policeman came and handcuffed me, dragging me away from the room.



...............................................................................................
Outside the building, cameras where clicking and reporters where all over the place like bees to the beehive. As the police dragged me off, the reporters scurried to ask questions.



‘Sir, St James. Why did you do it? Why didn't you plead guilty?' I ignored them and followed the policeman who was getting impatient due to the heated sun and noises of cameras.


‘Sir James, you are powerful and a very fearfully respected man in this country. Why then did you have to denial?'



‘Because, there are most things that needs not ‘sticking your noses' in' I said as I tried to jab the female reporter in the ribs but thought otherwise. She was a female after all, the weakling!



She stared at me with fear evident in her eyes. I looked at her sternly and she flinched, her knuckles turning white due to the harsh grip on the microphone.



~~~~~~~

Let's begin another epic journey into the world of crimes, power, fame and disaster....

I made a cover for this book but can't upload it here and I'm not too happy about that. Btw, I hope you enjoyed this part?


*Three days update*


Update after every three days

WHO KILLED SAM



Pt6 {end of the beginning}





The graveyard could never compete with the wrapped silence that settled in the court room.



Everyone were eyed open and their hearing organs stood straight at attention.



Sweat prickled down my face, down to my neck and other parts. The new revelation had caught everyone off guard.



The judge fixed her gaze on the man named DANGER. Her eyes as cold as the atlantic and those eyes spoke louder than words

‘you stupid piece of shit. Why don't you wrap your tongue up and back out? How do you expect me to judge this case' this was probably the thing going on in her mind.



I tore my gaze away from the judge and finally accessed the man who killed my Sam. He was wearing a year old minted tuxedo and tinted sun shades. He could easily be mistaken as a man who held remarkable position in the British empire or highest, a greedy politician.




I allowed my eyes travel freely from his outfits to his face and I met him eye to eye. The rare devil had been looking at me too.



Damn and blast him straight to hell!



We held each other gaze for quite sometime before we were cut off by the sudden clear of throat by the judge.



I gave her a cold look and I saw her quiver. Damn! She did quiver under my gaze. Hallelujah somebody!!.



‘Are you sure Mr......' came the judge voice.



‘DANGER' the man replied



‘Mr danger, you do realize that this is a serious matter of life and death and should never be played with?' she asked.



‘yes my lord, I do know. I am an assassin and I humbly came to confess my misdeeds. Can we at least go straight to the point? Times is money and should never be vandalized inappropriately' the wicked son of a bachelor said rather proudly.




The judge swallowed,



I blinked, twice



The people present, shook their heads in sympathy.



Lord have mercy!.




After what seemed like forever, the judge finally rose her head from the pile of documents in front of her and cleared her throat distinctively, again.



‘All the evidence are correct and the other culprit has been arrested and he had said the truth' she turned to me, dragged down her glasses so that it hung at the tip of her nose, she addressed me



‘ Mr Jamie, I hereby declare you released and offer you good living at any state of your choice and in order for you to completely forget your beloved, I offer you a good paying job at Owen's telecommunications......' she trailed off, watched me closely again and added



‘I hope you will be able to handle all of this, Mr Jamie?'



‘yes ma'am, sure ma'am. You need not to worry'


‘hmmmph' she nodded and with one last dreadful look, she turned to the assassin.



‘And as for you Mr Danger, you are hereby sentenced to 10 years imprisonment for not just the murder of miss Sam but also the spilling of innocent blood of God knows how many you have killed' she said disgustingly



‘it's a 105, I keep records of them all. I make a sacrifice of burnt ashes every evening in other to keep their spirits at peace and mine too' the assassin said, again proud of himself.


I mentally appraised he's bravery and nonchalant attitude.



There was a heavy bang on a wooden surface and the judge immediately gathered her belongings, stood up and said;


‘This is the end of this court proceedings and we shall part to meet no more. Have a wonderful life y'all' And with that, she scuried off to the exit and disappeared out of sight.


I felt something heavy leave my chest and for the first time in how many years, I felt happy and satisfied.



I glanced at the corners of the room and there Sam stood, at the far end, smiling up at me.



I involuntarily picked up my hand and waved to her. She waved back, blew me a kiss and she disappeared.




She was going to rest in peace now.


Rest in peace Sam, no we know who killed you.







Well, well, well,
[should I insert another well? ›

Bythewho's, who killed Sam is officially over and a very loads of thank you to everyone that supported me in this journey.

Thank y'all for the support and quotes


As the judge said: we shall part to meet no more
[I was thinking that's a bit rude] because we will be meeting again for another amazing series.

I'm thinking of posting this on wattpad because I can't really put the cover for the book here. But anywho's once I put it on wattpad, imma drop the link.


Sooooo, we shall part to meet no more?
Or part to meet again
Or meet to part again.


Which ever fancy your opinion though :-)
Graçias my pipo

well, this is wonderful!

Thanks op for this wonderful opportunity. I have two books on wattpad : Enemy of the same soul
: New reality

Enemy of the same soul is all about woman power.

Susanna Peters is a single working class woman who is struggling to maintain a good life but fails brutally. she doesn't seem to adjust to life challenges around her and her only rescue happens to be her best friend Alice. Eric comes into view, he's a billionaire who just dumped the sorry ass of Anastasia Eruka, a supermodel who does tolerate nonsense and one of the richest female model in the country.

what if Eric catches goosebumps when Susanna is around?


what if Susanna needs her therapist to get her life back?

what if Anastasia is going to try to make Susanna Ife miserable? what if she doesn't?

what if Susanna is the enemy of her own soul?

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New reality :

Tzevaot is missing and no one has any idea why. Christus is devastated about the disappearance of his father. Lucifer is not making anything better.

Humans are being tormented because their master has gone missing.

will Tzevaot be found?

will humans perish?

will Lucifer gain the world?

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Who killed Sam?




Pt5 {Truth never lies}




DANGER'S POV



Hi,

I'm danger and I am an assassin.


You might be wondering why the hell I appeared in this whole thing but what if I was the mastermind behind the whole scenario.


June 10th 2012



6:00pm



Casper Obiora had delivered a very enticing job to me. He had asked me to help him in killing the woman he thought he loved [for he said he loved her but love can never lead to hate or loathe neither can love be blood thirsty].



I took this job seriously and devoted my heart and soul to it. I was never known to be a failure.



As I drove to the exact location, it was a house that has embraced rust in the recent years and had become friends with the shimmering sun rays and adamant spiders.



I felt disgusted by the sight and wondered how a normal human would survive in such a nasty place.



I brushed off the nastiness and decided to survey the whole building and look for a decent free from the eyes place where I can stay and carry out my duty.



Casper told me that he's beloved will be home at exactly 7:00pm and would be at this destination, for the love of her life resided here.



I checked my wrist watch and it's was 6:30. That means, enough time to position myself for the attack.



As I was surveying, I noticed another building in front of the described destination. This one was more rusty and uncompleted. It looks like it has been abandoned for a very long time.



I left the described destination and headed to the abandoned building. I got to the second floor which faces directly to the apartment of the so called lover of the aforementioned woman [Casper's supposedly love of his life].


After setting out my weapon, I waited for the right time.


6:37.....


6:36.....


6:38.....


I dozed off. I for one couldn't resist nature's call, so I found myself sleeping comfortably on a crooked stone.


6:40.....


6:46.....


6:48....


6:50.....


I was still sleeping..


6:56...



I heard some singing in my ear and I sprang to my feet, ready for attack. I laughed my ass off after realizing it was just those stupid mosquitoes.



I looked at my wrist watch and...


7:00


‘Jesus!' I muttered.


‘Thank you dearest mosquitoes for this remarkable awakening of the sleeping assassin' I said out loud, like those little things cared about my existence or the work other than my precious reserved blood.


7:03....


No sign of the supposed victim. I began loosing faith in my 4 years of assassin training.


How da hell could I have slept off in the middle of an important Operation.


7:20.....fuq


And then,


The victim came out of a room, shaking like a leaf and sweating profusely. And for once, I thought she was beautiful.



Tears welled up her innocent eyes as she began saying things I couldn't hear very well. A man lingered after her with gun in his hand and began shouting.

“you still fuckn want to lie to me?" the man shouted.


And then it dawned on me that that is supposed to be the so called lover of the victim. Jesus! What terrible match. Yukk!!!


I leaned forward, calculating every move of the victim and trying to figure out when to fire.


The woman was visibly shaken and started explaining things and making gestures with her hands.


All I could read from the whole thing was;
“Casper asked me out and I said no and you know how Casper could be" damn, I was very good at this.


The man took the gun from his head and placed it down, rubbed his forehead and looked furious.


He seemed not to know what to do and look confused. The woman just stood there and watched, calculating if she should run down the stairs or just stay and watch her doom.


She began making few steps back and as she touched the rickety stairs, it made a squeak and the man abruptly turned to face her but I was fast enough.


I shot the damned bullet straight at her heart. And there she went, flying all the way down with blood stains on her white shirt.


Confusion laced the face of the man as he ran through the stairs, shouting out the name of his beloved.





May 10th 2013


Now,


I'm on my way to court to confess my evil deeds for I cannot see another man suffer for my sake.

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I don't know who did o. The only Sam I know is still alive.

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Pt4


Worst case scenario [prison workout]




I woke up, sweating profusely and panting like a lion that has been chased deliberately by a python.



I stood straight, like a mighty king that has nothing to offer other than more power.



I began shouting, ‘ghosts are not real, ghosts are not real' I repeatedly shouted, pacing the room. Back from my sheath on the floor, front to my sheath on the floor.


Left,


Right,


Left,


Right.


Ghosts are not real


They can never be real.



Sam has always derived the pleasure of tormenting my life every now and then.




Then, I heard a grunt and slowly, I realised where I was. The Fuckn prison.



“who be that wey dey disturb pesin sleep?" A voice boomed through the whole room and bounced back in my ears. Literally



I felt a shiver run through my spine and my legs instantly felt cold.


Damn!


Damn!


Damn!


Hell and damnation!! I cursed.



Before I could react, I saw myself flying from the position I stood to the bars that acted as the prison gate.


Holding unto my stomach, afraid that I might spew every little content left from last night.


Pain soared through my body as I tried to stand up. I felt a hand grip the colar of my prison shirt and punched me in the face.


‘Great, another eye bag!' I muttered.


I lay on the floor helpless and hopeless. Every little ounce of strength slowly dropping to zero.



Laughter boomed through the room, my predators were mocking my lose. I shook the annoying fear away and tried once again to stand up but failed abruptly.


‘Stupid legs just cant stand straight'


I looked up and saw Khali smiling mischievously at me. His smile filled with terror, disgust, annoyance and perhaps regret.



Ever since I came into this second hell, he had been my most well hired torturer. He doesn't cease any opportunity to make sure I was weak to the knees.



And I hated him.



but worshipped him



“kh......kh.....kha....kha" I stammered nervously.


And there, the kick to the gut came.


Quickly, I saw death around the corner. In a flash, I was having handshake wih death itself.



“ow many times av I tol u to stop spoiling me name?" he shouted furious, with every word accompanied by a kick.


Motherfucker can't even pronounce words correctly.



I winced and silently prayed for death to come. This time, not for me but for the monster in front of me.



“kha... Khali" I managed finally


“what, you perverted god ridden fool" he thundered.


For once, I felt my ear itching to hear that insult once more.



“You are hurting me" I said as a matter of factly.



I saw the monster take few steps from me. Was he afraid that he might kill me or was he taken aback by my pleadings?



Before I could contemplate on it the more, I felt another kick. This time harder and merciless.



Hell!!!



“who fuckn cares" he growled.



All the colors in my body evaporated and took shelter in god knows where.




I felt dizzy and..........



Black out

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Pt3


A YEAR LATER



POWER, ANGER, LOATHE, SHAME!








“Guilty or not guilty, Jamie Oba" the judge enquired.



Dead silence fell in the court room.


Only the exhausted breathing of the officer at my left could be heard.



My eyes flickered to his direction, shooting a murderous glare. As if the judge read my thoughts, she thundered;



“Officer on the left, keep your breathing stable"



Well, this time, all eyes diverted to the already embarrassed man. Pity!



The judge repeated her question again, stretching the words like she was talking to a primary school child. Trying to embed him to do her wish.



“I plead guilty..... " I stuttered. The court recovered from its silence and began rambling.


Echoes of ‘heyi' ‘Chai' ‘what a pity' rang through the air.



Then, there was a sudden bang on a wooden surface and a voice shouted,



“silence, you riffraffs" I was too tensed to laugh at the expression on his face, one of disgust and frustration.


Silence followed,

More silence.


Then,



“well, this court shall be adjourned to the 10th of this month" As she declared this, she gathered her stuffs and began making her way to the exit. While two police men sauntered behind her like two chicks to the mother hen.



The silence broke loose and murderous glares started flying at my side. Clicking of two fingers together in a sign of ‘tufiakwa' ‘bad child' ‘Aru!' ‘children of nowadays' echoed about me.



I cared less.




I glanced at everyone present and as I was about to be dragged out of my position, I saw a figure leaning on the wall at the far end of the court room. With a monstrous glare and blood oozing out from the corner of her mouth. I could clearly see a hole at the corner of her heart, I flinched.


She smiled devilishly, as if pleased by my present predicament.



Well, I deserved it.



The police officer dragged me out and we made our way outside. I took another glance at where Sam stood and she was gone.






Heyo, I have updated chapter 1 of New reality but it's wattpad.
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Part 2


WHO KILLED SAM



Sam died two days ago but those haunting shadows have never left me




The death of Sam Hopkins was everywhere. The news papers carried it and everyone talked about it in their homes. The bar was not left out.


“I cunt believe Sam Hopkins died few days ago, she was such a lovely girl" a big fat bellied man said with his disgusting British accent.


“me too, rest in peace Sam. The lord grant you safe journey" another man with a miserable looking beard replied. Like he gave a shit about her.



“Man, she was shot two times. Who could be that heartless?" the fat bellied man asked.


I couldn't take this any longer, I paid the bar tender and left.



‘Jesus Christ' I muttered.




Sam was the love of my life, we did everything together. She worked, got the money and pay for everything but I only did nothing but suck her dry.


I was miserable at everything, I couldn't get a good paying job and I had no certificate.



But Sam was different, she was the good smart school girl who fell in love with the bad guy. She fell in love with the miserable school dropout.



But our fate where decided by the bullet.




I squeezed my eyes shot, anger soaring through me like straight bullet. I was never the type to hold my temper, I will always go crazy and do crazy things.



“ Tell me Sam, you are making feel like a Fuckn idiot" I roared



“Jamie, I honestly do not know what you are talking about" she replied, trying to reach for my hand. I flinched and stepped back. I was too upset to want her.



“Jamie, I promise I'm not doing anything that you don't already know" she defended.


“you fuckn liar, I'm I not good enough for you? Maybe I'm too sick for your liking this days. That poor useless school dropout" I shouted.


“No Jamie, you know it's only you right?"


I couldn't bear it anymore, all the causes of my past came back to me.


I hit her real hard on the face. She struggled, almost falling. She held her face with her hand as tears welled up her eyes.



I squeezed my eyes and rubbed my forehead, probably wishing for this anger to depart from me.



I scanned the whole room, searching for what would make me calm down. My eyes landed on the pistol that I had been keeping for purpose of safety. I hungrily picked it up, cocked it and pointed it at my head.

“You still Fuckn want to lie to me, Huh Sam?" I yelled. She ran out of the room and stood outside.



Her every being trembling, her eyes searching mine but I didn't care. All I felt was betrayal and I wanted to end this. End everything.


May God take my soul.



She ran her hands through her black hair and began crying. Confusion laced her brown eyes.



“Jam....ieee, please put the gun down. I will explain everything" she said, once again trying to reach for my hand.



“Explain Now or you will loose me. Maybe I'm fuckn not good enough for you" I yelled.



“ Casper saw me at the office, told me how beautiful I am an...nd an...nd" she trailed off



“And what Sam?" I boomed.



“And asked me out. I tried warning him Jamie. But you know how he is. He doesn't take no for an answer" she finished, sweats dripping off her forehead, down her eyes, nose and lips, then finally making its way to her throat.


“So it's I that take no for an answer right?"



“no Jamie, you don't get it"



“Now you are calling me a liar. Screw you Sam, I thought you loved me"



“I..... I... I did Jamie. I'm so sorry" she stuttered.



I turned back frustrated, ran my fingers through my bald head. I was visibly shaken and I was trying my damnedest to control myself.


But I was doing a terrible job, I guess I have never done a good job in anything after all.



I heard the stair case creak and turned abruptly but the pistol shook and triggered.


And there Sam went, flying down the staircase with blood rushing out of her and staining the white fabric she wore.




‘Jesus, Bleep. No, no, no, no' I raced down the stairs.

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This one is going to be a blow.
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The gun shot boomed through the whole building, casting out the silent night.




I ran through the rickety old stairs with my hand clasped around my chest. Blood furiously oozing out and I felt like I will drop dead anytime soon. But Sam was all I could think of.


“Sam, Sam.... " I kept yelling, afraid of what I might see after I descend this long devilish stair cases.


“ Sam please, don't do this to me... " I trailed off as i saw a body just below the stair case beside the waste bin.


“ Jesus, Bleep... " I cursed as I ran towards her. Sam was lying helplessly on the floor.


‘ No, she can't be dead' I mumbled to myself.

I raced towards her, used my right hand and picked up her cold body. As I positioned her in a sitting position, she coughed out blood and winced.


“ Sam? It's me Jamie. You will be fine, don't worry." I tried to reassure her but part of me knew she will never be fine. NEVER!


She opened her bloodshot eyes, smiled crookedly and traced her fingers to my face. She touched my lips, nose, eyes and then back to my lips.


“ Jami.... ee" she managed


“ Sam, darling I'm right here" I smiled, trying to encourage her.


“ Jamie, I loved yo....u b...ut you shouldn't have done th....is" she said. Tears clouded my eyes. What have I done?


She smiled again, before dropping dead right in my hands.


“ Nooooo, Sam, Sa...mmm. don't do this to me, I'm very sorry" I cried helplessly, shaking the lifeless body in my hands.


There was lightening and then the rains came down heavily.


I stood there, beside Sam's lifeless body and cried the more.


The rain mixed with my tears, driving my tears away, down to my lips, throat and to the already soaked fabric on my body.


I stood for more thirty minutes, crying like a little high school boy whom have been kicked out of the house under the weather.


After what looked like forever, I heard sirens and then it dawned on me that I needed to go if I want to be alive.




Screw everything!

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