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CONTINUATION OF T. D. A 9.






Apart from it being the closest way out, it also has a door at the other side that links to the kitchen terrace where I can easily get out of the house.

Remember, I built the house.

"Chris, is that you? ". Joke voiced out in anticipation to hear a reply.

"I don't think so.... I think we have an intruder.... " Lewis announced with a tone that depicts fear and anxiety and I could hear him making frantic attempts to get up from his seat.

In the split of seconds, I made a furious dash towards the kitchen, while I could hear Joke making some nervous noise at Lewis who was already on my trail.

"Don't follow me... Call police....! " Lewis shouted back as he ran after me.

Being a fast runner myself, and remember that I was also in this similar situation hours ago when Jarter's crew were breaking me out of prison, so I was still as fit as Samson against the philistines before the intervention of Delilah.

Like a speeding bullet I have rounded the corner of the terrace and was already heading towards the back gate where I plan to hide myself behind the generator house that is situated there. The garment was holding me back but still, I managed to push forward.

I got there panting heavily as Lewis footsteps grew nearer. I'm not planning on running outside, at least not without my child and at the same time, there's no scaling the fence, the barbed wires on it will make sure a potential climber bleeds out after getting past it. So I hid myself in between the fence wall and the generator house. I stood still while cautiously anticipating the arrival of Lewis so I can deal with him there before Joke would get any chance to see my face. Even though my face was covered in beards, Joke is the only person that can recognize me by merely staring deeply into my eyes.

The footsteps of the betrayer-turn-police in the name of Lewis reduced slowly but he was still approaching. From the holes in between the Generator house, I peeped and saw him holding the same stick I had dropped earlier in his hand. Surprisingly, his whole cloth was rumpled and covered in white powder. I wondered momentarily how his appearance could change so fast but then I got an hint of what happened. He must have fell down inside the kitchen and hence falling on the flour bag on the floor. I also saw it when I was running out, I was lucky to have escaped it.

He gripped the stick firmly as if his life depended on it as he continued his approach towards the rear fence wall.

Then, the experience of boxing kicked in. I slowly rounded the generator house back to the other side where I planned to get him from behind while he proceed towards the back gate with the keen intent of getting the intruder that disrupted his toasting unawares.

I completed the first breadth of the Gen house just as he arrived at the other side of it that leads to the back gate. Slowly again, I rounded the second length where the door of the Gen house was facing the backside of the house. I peeped again and saw him trying to figure where the intruder have gone. He stood before the gate and stared at the other length of the rectangular Gen house. He must be wondering where I'd vanished into.

A puzzled look appeared on his face as he starred down at the compound again and I seized that opportunity to rush at him from behind.

Fortunately for me, I got him before he could say Jack and before he knew it, my left kick has landed on his crotch region. The garment I was putting on reduced the effect of my kick but it still served its purpose.

"Ohhhhh! ". He cried out painfully as he bends to grab his affected crotch. The stick in his hand has already fell off.

A knee kick on his face was what quickly followed the kick I gave him before. He raised his battered face up and before he could get a chance to see my face, a direct hook on the left side of his cheek has sent his back on the floor.

He groaned in pain as he held his bleeding oblong face on the floor. He was rolling and cursing fervently on the floor.

I quickly picked up the stick he brought to the scene and like a late comer's fate when we were in public secondary school, I started flogging him heavily. I made sure every part of his body received my cane before I let him be. One way or the other, he needs to pay for how he's been treating my son.

I made no sound whatsoever as I continue to beat him because I don't want him to see me.

"Yes! " I looked up towards where that tiny voice of excitement emanated from.
Staring back down at me from a window of one of the rooms upstairs was the cutest face in the compound. The face of my son. Although, I couldn't see him clearly, but I could feel the excitement in his body.

This feeling spurred me on and another round of beating befell the poor Lewis.

At least, 25 new strokes landed on his body after the connection with my son's face. I unleashed every anger and hatred I've been habouring inside of me on him through the merciless flogging.

He was all the while rolling on the floor, wincing in pain and agony with every stroke that landed on him.

After some minutes, I got tired of beating him. He was just coughing out blood from his mouth. His eyes and nose have been battered. His hand and tommy are nothing to WhatsApp about.

So I dropped the cane and left him under the sun. I decided to go inside to face Joke, now that the main threat has been eliminated.

So, I got back inside the kitchen. Just like I presumed earlier , I saw the flour powder scattered all over on the kitchen floor.

I decided to disguise myself before meeting with my ex-wife. So I first remove my garment and used it to rub my face with plenty amount of flour powder. All that's needed of me to become a full puff-puff is just a hot vegetable oil.

I wore the garment again before returning to the sitting room where I was expecting to meet my ex-wife. I got there and couldn't find her.

I hurriedly searched everywhere inside the house except my son's room for her whereabouts but still couldn't find her.

Two phones were still on the dining table where they were sitting before. I pressed both but they were switched off.

I remember hearing Lewis giving her instructions on calling the police.
I became more alert when I remembered that. I dashed towards the compound to see if she has truly went out, I got to the front gate and saw it locked. Not from inside but outside. That means someone has gone outside and has locked the gate from outside so no one will get out or be able to follow her.
'Well, she's not mainly the reason why I'm here. Let me go and get my child so we can both get out of here before Joke comes back. We will get out through the back gate before she comes back with reinforcement. Thank God none of them have seen my face. My identity still remained hidden to them.
I head back inside the house, and begin to mount the steps that links upstairs once again.
I was almost at Chris doorsteps when I feel my garment pockets for the key I picked earlier to confirm if it's still there but to my shock, it was gone.

"What!..... Not again.... Where would I find this key now? " I lamented as the awful reality sets in after I had completely searched all my pockets the fifth time.

Frantically, I head back downstairs to look for another type among the bunch on the dinning table but again, the bunche was gone also.

I was almost crying at that time.

With jittery hands and trembling toes, I got on my knees and begin to search for a single key in the big house.

I retraced my steps to everywhere I've been to recently since I got out of my son's room. I searched the whole sitting room, back to the stairs, to where I first hide beside the refrigerator but still couldn't find the key.

'Without it, I'm doomed. My ex-wife will be back with the police to arrest me again. The judge will have no choice than to sentence me to death once the full account of my escape has been brought to him. They will easily link multiple deaths to my neck. Starting from the two people that died during my escape up to Lovelyn's death.

Therapist Sarah will be so disappointed to hear of this. She will probably hate herself for meeting someone doomed for failure in her life.
What of my mum? My siblings? My friends? Don't let me even go there.'

"Darous, check the kitchen, it might have fallen inside the flour when you were rubbing it over your face.. " An inner voice suddenly communed to me.

It was as if I was stung by a bee, I got to my feet and hurried towards the kitchen.

The flour that poured on the floor was too plenty. But nonetheless, I dived into it, deep my two hands into it while I got my nerves and neurones in an attentive mode to get them ready to send a signal to my brain once my hands finds the key.

I was sweating. I was trembling. I was breathing hard. But all this didn't stopped me from searching further. Just like Barca, they were not enough to stop my Liverpool from getting the champions league.

Yes, I did got it. My own champions league in the form of the key to the back gate. Buried under the depths of unreachable was where I found it.

I smiled happily when my hand got it. I put it inside my pocket quickly and made to go back upstairs.

I had barely set my foot on the first step when I begin to hear the sounds of siren coming from a distance away.

No doubt about it, Joke is coming with the police.

Embracing Haste and divorcing Slugishness, I made to run upstairs but unfortunately I heard a small sound from my back at that moment.

Swiftly, I turned around to see what it is and the next thing I saw was the battered face of Lewis, swinging a heavy pestle across my face.

In full force, like a sledge hammer, the pestle connected with my neck before I could weave or dodge it and the last thing I felt before going into oblivion was the heavy landing of my body against the floor.

Na Mopping stick I use, but na Pestle he carry come.

Na only me wakka come?

T. B. C

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Dedicated to all that wished me well on my birthday. Thanks all.



9. THE DOG ATTENDANT. [T. D. A]


The other half of my brain was telling me to have a rethink of what I was about to do as I continue my steps down the stairs in slow and sneaky motion. But apparently, the coordinates of the vengeance mood that has overwhelmed my mind since I was remanded in prison has fully locked on the other part of it.

From where they were sitting in the dinning, Impossible is the name of the neighbor to their chances of seeing me because the wall that coupled both the sitting room and the dinning forms a confluence with the stair rails I was descending.
I was taking the slow steps with one aim. Which is to get them off guard. That's the best way to deal with them both without suffering any damage myself.

The broken mop stick I held was perfectly hidden behind my oversized garment.
Four some months now since I was locked up, I have always have this raging feeling of dealing mercilessly with both Joke and Lewis, not to even mention Nike and Chioma. Although Chioma is presently under coma from the effect of the stray bullet she received on the day of my wife's birthday part, notwithstanding, I still feel like that bullet should have ended her life on that day.

The reason why she was at that event on that specific day is none other than to come and witness my downfall. Be as it may, I somehow feel so relieved when I stared down at her agonizing face while her back was lying on the floor of the Peak-Olam event center.

Never for once have I ever feel guilty for not intentionally shooting her down. After all , she deserves worse.
Enough said on her, Let's go back to the present situation.

My steps were barely audible as I descended the steps that links to the big sitting room of which dinning, Joke and Lewis were sitting down.

The betrayer still had the meat he was trying to feed my ex-wife in his hand. I was very angry for seeing such scene in front of me.
I will do anything to draw blood from Lewis today even if it means I get to jeopardize the mission at hand. The mission to get my child out of this house unnoticed is now being challenged by this latest development.

"Lewis, you are so dead today.... ". I swore under my breath as I finally land inside the sitting room unnoticed and quickly hiding behind the painted wall. I did all these within the space of thirty seconds, so don't let my lengthy narration make you think otherwise.
I took a peep at them from behind the wall to see if the time is ripe enough to strike only to see that Joke is still staring at the meat Lewis was offering her.
I quickly returned my head back behind the wall where my remaining body was standing.

I quickly wondered why Joke was hesitating to collect the meat from her hand. Are they not suppose to have gone past this stage of awkwardness already? Its been close to seven months since I was arrested. I don't know why she's staring at Lewis like that.

"Take it na? " I heard Lewis say with a pleading tone. I waited patiently to hear how Joke will react to that.
Silence dominated the moment briefly and I was starting to think she has collected the meat, but I was surprised to hear what she said next.

"No... ". She declined with an equally soft tone.

"What nau..... ". Lewis groaned.

"I told you several times already.... ". Joke said.

"Don't go there... Joke please don't go there. " Lewis was saying with a tone that portrayed more of caution than warning.

"But you keep giving me reason to open wound that is already healing.. " She spoke in metaphor or na figurative we go call am.

I was so shell shocked to hear that from her. Which wound is she talking about?

"How long will you continue to nurse this wound? After all said and done? I can't believe you are still talking this way Joke. You really surprise..to say the truth. " Lewis lamented bitterly.

"I myself don't even know... I feel guilty whenever you tell me of his latest condition.. I feel as if I made a hasty decision in my life..."

"Hey, look at me,... He should never have been in a decision for you in the first place... He played you for a fool for Godsake Joke? What more do you need to feel justified of what you did? " Lewis be moaned.

"I know... Lewis I know I shouldn't be feeling this way, but I just can't help it... I feel like a bad person for doing that to him... His mother is somewhere suffering from the agony of what I did to her son.... "

"And what did he do to your own mother? " Lewis chipped in abruptly and I could hear how Joke grumbled at that.

"Maybe you have forgotten how he impregnated your mum and raped your sister... you forgot soo soon how he lied to you about his past...you forgot how his lies gave you an accident that nearly wiped out a part of your memory.. You seriously can't tell me you've forgotten how he even abandoned you at the hospital and ran away? Eh? Joke seriously? If I didn't know better I would say he has bewitched you... Get yourself together and stop crying over a spilled milk... Darous is gone for good and nothing in this world can get him out of that place. Even if he manages to sneak out, am sure he won't be able to go any far before he meets his end. He came into your life to destroy you.. Now God has answered your prayers, he's gone forever.. Like a wind.... HE HIS GONE!" He ended with emphasis on the last words.

"I think that's where the problem lies. He's gone but I'm the one bearing the brunt? Isn't that a sign?" She paused before she continued. " He may be gone now but he still remain the only man that I truly love and I think that's why I'm suffering like this. Betraying someone I love... . ". Her voice was already breaking when she finished saying those words.

Hearing those words from her melted my heart. I didn't know when I subconsciously put the stick in my hand uprightly against the wall I was standing against.

"Joke, listen..." I hear from Lewis. " Its more than half a year already.. By now you should be enjoying your life to the fullest. You should be glad you were able to get rid of that riff raff before things got far between you. You should count yourself lucky that God was on your side... "

"Really? ". She scoffed. "How do I know everything that happened was for my own good? "

"Seriously? Are you really asking me that?"

"Yes! ". She stressed. "Don't get me wrong, I really do appreciate everything you have done for me, but if truly what we did to him was what he deserved, then tell me why I'm sharing a part of the punishment too? "

"How? If I may ask?"

"Okay.. for example, when last did I visit a boutique? When last did I attend any social gathering? When last did I get to roll with my friends in an open place? I had to resign from UNICEF for fear of people using my publicity against me? Even when going to the market, I always have to disguise like an Alhaja because of fear of encountering any of his family and friends. It was after I sent him to prison that my father started hunting for my life which isn't suppose to be so. What is the difference between me and a prisoner? All the properties I got from him, the human right body of UNICEF is telling me to return them to him if I want to continue working for them.... I was an ambassador for heaven's sake Lewis..... Isn't all that a pointer that what I did to him wasn't fair enough? "

There was another moment of silence when she paused.

I couldn't believe it. Hearing all that from her? Is this truly real? Or this is just another bad dream sponsored by the ill-rations they serve us in prison?

I had to pinch myself two consecutive times before my brain assured me vehemently that I wasn't dreaming.

Then I begin to think fast. Is this not like a blessing in disguise? There must be a reason why I'm hearing this at this particular time in my life. There must be a reason why my presence inside the house still remain unknown to both of them.

There must be a reason why Lovelyn and Jarter's attempt to kill me for my money foiled woefully.

There must be a reason why the prison warders have decided not to go public about my escape.

There must be a reason for everything.
The reason shouldn't be far fetched. Its can only be for one sole reason. And that reason is, nature still wants me to get out of this country with Joke. If I'm to go about what I just heard from her, it means I can easily convince her to follow me out of this country. All I just need is the courage to show myself to her.

I concluded in my thoughts to show myself to her in that very moment without having to fight neither of them. I will appear to her and let her decide on who to follow. If she chooses me, then it will be easier to handle Lewis without the fear of Joke raising any alarm.
But if on the contrary, she chooses Lewis, then this broken mop stick will taste human blood be that.

I returned my attention to their side to hear what they are discussing but they were just silent. I took that as a sign for me to proceed with my decision.

I peeped my eyes to see them before I step out only to see Lewis resting his head in the dining table.

I smiled happily when I saw that. Like I said earlier, everything is happening for a reason. What perfect time to give your enemy a surprise than when they are not looking? There definitely is a reason.
I made the sign of cross as I prepared to step out when I wasn't hearing anything from them again.

But just as I was about to show myself fully to them after taking two steps from the wall I was hiding, I hear Lewis say;

"So if you have the chance to see him now, tell me honestly what you will do.... , will you go back to him? "

I stopped instantly upon hearing that. I was frozen to the spot. My cloth that was getting blown by the giant fan inside the dinning is the only thing standing between their chances of seeing me. I was almost into the open.

"Why would I do that? " Joke blurted out to my chagrin. My eyes flew wide open to hear that. "Did I say he's innocent? Did I say he didn't do anything wrong? Why will I go back to such an idiot? Someone that impregnated my mother, raped my sister and still went ahead to marry me without confessing his sins and let me decide for myself? Nooooooooooooooo! " She lashed out.

Wait, what did I say I want to do before self? Show myself to her? Seriously, I no get sense... Ahswear.

"What do you even take me for Lewis? ". She continued while I retraced my steps back to where I was hiding before. "Someone so easy to manipulate? I've learnt my lessons the hard way and I'm not going to repeat that class. "

"By turning everyone else down? ". Lewis chipped in a sarcastic tone.

Joke scoffed at that before speaking.

"maybe, but perhaps, its for the better... At least not now. I can't rush into anything now.. And I'll like you to respect that for me please. "

I clutched my head inside my palms after witnessing all what just transpired between those two.

Me that was previously feeling like beating them is now suddenly finding it hard to stay on my feet. How fast things can change into unexpected course.

"I think you need to follow me to the clinic next week.. You need a therapist... " Lewis declared.

"Nooo... What I need is for you to stop pestering me about all this... So please... You do that and I'll be fine ... "

"Okay... But promise me you will always consider me first above others.... ". Lewis uttered but I couldn't bear it anymore. I can't keep standing there and be hearing all this rubbish talks.

I turned around and aimed to sneak back into my son's room so we can both get out of the house immediately but out of my unsettled mind and shaking body, my leg accidentally kicked the mopping stick that I'd earlier put against the wall.

Just like how a wood will sound once it collides with a tile floor, this one was no exception. It produce a sound that was loud enough for Lewis to speak up.

"Who is there? "

I can't let him see me. Things will get ugly and I may never get out with my child. Meaning all my attempts and efforts will go to waste.

Based on those quick judgments above, I turned to my left side where the kitchen door was opened and calculated it as the best option for now.

jbtobsyn:

Happy birthday to the best writer on Nairaland. You should be the only one winning that monthly prize if it was possible. Wishing long life and prosperity with sango guidance.

thanks to u baba.. U are mouthed. I feel u

SmartestPopQUEEN:
Even if I don't com online frequently, there is one day I will never dare to not show up. The day someone special was born. Happy birthday to the man setting the pace on this section. You are indeed a blessing to literature. Age with sufficient grace dearie. I miss u

Matilda's mum, I miss you plenty. Thanks for the honor.

crossfm:
HBD bro,wishing you enless joy 2day and forever.
I will like to tell you that you are a great writer any day anytime.just keep on doing what you know best to do.please claim your snake peper soup from lala...

lol... Thanks brotherly.....

Thanks all

jchioma:
In deed, he deserves it. That guy is one hell of a blessed writer. He goes to show the unlimited imagination of man.

Happy birthday brother.

thanks brotherly. I really do appreciate this sir

Wow, a whole topic created for me? God... This is so unbelievable... You guys are simply amazing. You are the best.

I can't thank you enough for this truly. But I pray to repay you someday.

I remain humble to the last kilobyte.

CONTINUATION OF T. D. A 8.




Picking my words one by one, I said;
"Yes Chris, you can go and meet her.... But please don't tell her that one angel is here at all...., or a white angel or angel Zeus or angel Gabriel. Don't mention any angel to her at all. You hear me? " I stated in what seemed like a whisper.

He assimilated my words briefly before he spoke up.
"Why? You don't want my mummy to follow us? "

I sighed little and bent my neck again to meet his face again.

"I want your mummy to follow us...but I can't take her now with me... "

"Why? ". He asked again.

"Ah.... You know, it can't work that way... "

"Why? "

"Chris! Don't let me to come and meet you there!" Joke's voice echoed again.

"See, your mum is waiting for you. When you come back, I'll tell you why okay?

"Okay" He finally said after a shrug.

"Remember, don't tell your mummy about any angel at all... Okay? " I warned lastly.

"Okay.... "

"You promise? "

"Yes"

"A promise is a.... "

"A debt... "

"Please don't disappoint me Chris. " That was what I said with a pleading tone, but the boy just moved closer to me and said in a whisper,
"My mummy said I should not be like her friend, aunty Amaka.. "

"Oh, and why's that? " I asked back still on my knees.

"She says she disapoints her every time... " He said out smiling again.
Poor me, my brain was too tensed to capture the real meaning of his words at that time, so I just flashed him a smile and tell him to go.

He answered back smiling after which he dashed towards the door and exited the room .

I released another breath the moment he closed the door.

After a minute of his absence, I decided to check if Lewis is still in the house or not, so I sneaked back to the lobby where I will be able to see the whole sitting room from upstairs.

I couldn't find him anywhere in the sitting room. Then, I head straight to the front terrace of the house situated upstairs to see from there if his car is still inside the compound. Unfortunately, his car was still there. It means the idiot is still somewhere inside the house or in the environment.

I begin to wonder where he may be but I couldn't quite come up with anything.
Just when I was about to give up, I suddenly hear the crying voice of my child. His cries was so deafening and very loud. Hurriedly, I made my way in a sneaking motion towards the direction of the crying voice.

I hid behind the giant refrigerator located inside the lobby of the upper chamber to see from there what is going on inside the sitting room downstairs.

To my total suprise, Lewis was there with the boy. The boy was looking at him with a deadly face while he was rubbing his cheecks. Evidently, Lewis has slapped him again. Only God knows what the boy did to him this time around. Just as I was still trying to figure out what happened, Lewis moved closer to my child again and gave him a slight knock on the head.

The boy yelped in pain as he tried to fight off the new level of pain from this maltreatment.

The Anger inside of me has quickly put the water inside the pot. It has placed the water on the gas stove and he was about to light the matches when the emergence of Joke made it to wait.

Joke walked from the kitchen with a tray containing beverages and meat sauce in her hands. She seemed to careless about what was happening there until Lewis spoke up.

"Joke, imagine what this boy told me now again? "

While still busy with arranging the foods she had carried to the dinning table, she said, "what did he tell you? "

"Ehehe, he said God has sent someone to come and kill me"

Upon hearing that, Joke turned around towards the boy with a lot of fury in her eyes.

"Chris, you really said that? "

"Must you always verify anything I tell you about him before you believe me? " Lewis blurted out in angst expression.

"Not like that Lewis, I just find it hard to believe that this boy could be doing all this to me after everything I've been teaching him concerning standard moral.... ". she lamented with a frustrated tone that got Chris shaking.

"You have not been listening to me. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree... " Lewis said to her while I watched on without being able to do anything to help my son.

"Not this apple." She pointed at Chris. " This one fell in America while the tree that birthed him was here in Nigeria. So don't expect me to give up on him so easily." Joke stressed.

"Well, good luck on that.... I'm starving.. ". Lewis declared and moved to the dinning area.
Joke proceeded to scolding the boy for some minutes until she got tired .
"Now, Chris, go back to your room and think of what you have done. If you see no wrong in it, please I beg you in the name of God, don't let me see your face throughout today. Your breakfast, and lunch and Dinner will be inside the Microwave when you are ready to eat. When we get to church tomorrow, I will tell Mrs Ezenwa to show you to other kids as a very bad child that no one should be friends with. I know you don't want that. So, Now get out of my face before I slap your stubborn face... " She barked at his face from close inches that visibly terrified the boy. He couldn't hold it again, he broke down in tears.
He was crying hard and unable to hold the tears.

Pain and anger struck my heart for witnessing such things being done to my child. I hate myself for being so powerless to help him out in that instance.

I wanted to get very angry and destroy things. They will be so shocked and terrified once they just see me coming to them. I can deal with them without any external help but the fear of Joke raising alarm while I will be busy battling with Lewis made me to tell the anger in me to drop the matches it was trying to ignite.

My son stood motionless for another seconds before he used his hand to make a gesture of 'DON'T WORRY' at Lewis. He followed that quickly with some mouthed that I couldn't depict their actual meanings.

That must have irritated Joke a lot because she also walked to him and spanked him on his buttocks,. He cried out loud again.
Lewis shouted at him but he didn't bulge for like thirty seconds. Then all of a sudden, Chris turned around with a teary face and started running up the stairs and back to his room. He didn't see me beside the refrigerator or else he would have run straight to me and doing so would definitely make my presence known to the adults.

I bit my lips very hard to suppress the anger again.

I spent more than two minutes behind the refrigerator, thinking of my child's plight with a very angry mind. I casted a look down the house again only to see what will escalate the boiling rage that was already swelling inside of me.

Lewis, with a meat in his hand, sitting before my wife on the dinning table, trying to feed the girl that once dominated the atmoslove-lic portion of my heart.

That was how I lost it. The control switch to my anger lock.

The pot was still beside the gas stove when the Anger picked the matches I told it earlier to drop from the floor . It grabbed petrol and pour it on the gas stove. The matche stick was already begging to have that last kiss with its mother before bidding this world a badbye. Nothing goodbye from setting yourself ablaze because of a kiss.

Damning the consequences, I grabbed the broken mopping stick located in front of the game room at the lobby. With total determination to get things bloody, I begin to descend the steps.

One thing is to betray me, another is to do it to steal my Wife.


ANGEL ZEUS ON ANGRY MODE...EVEN JOKE WILL PAY..........!!!!! .

T. B. C

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CONTINUATION OF T. D. A 8.






He tapped me gently on my hand and repeated the same words when he noticed I wasn't giving him any attention. He repeated the exercise two more times before I had no choice than to answer him.

"Of course, who do you think published the bible in the first place?...I was part of the people that proof-read it before God agreed to its publication. " I expressed with a wry grin that perfectly hides my growing apprehension. "I'm just trying to do your assignment like a human being so that your teacher will not know that it was done by an angel"

"Shebi I will get all the marks?"

"Trust me, no mark will go scotfree by the time I'm done with your assignment. " I assured him and re-focused my attention on the book in my hands.

Number 7 reads, " On which mountain did Moses died? " Option (a) mt Sinai. (b) mt Everest. (c) mt Kilimanjaro. (d) mt Olive.

Ah, this one go hard o, how am I suppose to know this one? Out of all the Moses wey dey for this world, na the one wey dey inside the bible dem come dey ask about which mountain he died?

Suddenly, my eyes reconnected with the heading of the page and it reads,: Moses and the Israelites at Egypt.
Oh! I remember now. Na that moses wey do prison break for Egypt in the bible dem dey talk about. I remember hearing about how he carry some people comot for Egypt when I still dey follow my mama to church. I still be small pikin that time. I remember the story but I still don't know on which mountain he died.

Cold sweats have started forming on my head by merely trying to find an answer to that question. Still, I can't let this boy detect anything that will make him to doubt my angelic status. So I started racking my brain for the possible mountain.

In a flash-like hurry, I glanced through the page again and saw the country Egypt written among the headings again. Seeing Egypt inside the page made me to stop reading the page immediately. I've already gotten the answer.
Egypt is located in africa. So the event took place in africa. The only mountain located in africa among the ones listed among the options is option C which is Kilimanjaro. Which means, it has to be Kilimanjaro.... Egypt, Africa, Kilimanjaro, Egypt, Africa, Kilimanjaro, Egypt, Africa, Kilimanjaro........ I recited the same sentence three times inside my brain as the book cotinue to shake inside my hand.
'Wow... I screamed in wardly as my brain finished processing the answer to that.
"The answer is C. Kilimanjaro... Underline it. "

Without doubting me at all, the boy took his pencil and underlined it the option C.

"That will be 8 over 10." He remarked gleefully.

I smiled satisfactorily upon hearing that. " I pity you... " I muffled and moved to the next question.

It reads: "Explain what you understand by Manna".

I looked for the options but none was given. Instead a blank line was drawn underneath the question.

"No options? " I asked out loud.

"Yes... They said we should check inside our bible for it... "

"Which kine nonsense be that one? Why will you suddenly stop the options? Ahah? " I was almost crying when I said that to myself. The boy was just looking at my face.

"You know it? "

"Erm.... Ye..s. Yes, of course. I told you I'm trying my best to do it like a human being so your teachers will not think an angel helped you. ". That seemed to have convinced the boy, because he just said "okay" and rested his jaw in his palm as he watched me.

'Manna, which Manna be this? The word Manna ring a bell, but I can't quite remember how it relates with what they are asking. Chai, na here all my brain go burst. See as I dey sweat as if na inside court I dey?

"Manna... " I said out again but the boy gave me no reply so I didn't bother to look at him. I would have read through the passage to look for answers to that question but unfortunately, there's no luxury of time to spend on reading the lengthy passage.

Then I got my brain into thinking mode again.

The only biblical names I know all my life are mostly starting from letter 'M'. Maria, Messiah, Mary, Matthew, Mark and all sorts. What if this Manna is someone and not a thing just like the other M's in the bible? What if, what if.. Yes, What if she's a woman? Because na woman full that egypt that time o. Hmmmm. Maybe those examiners are just trying to test the brain of this little child, just like a brain teaser.

Wait o, why am I even stressing my polygamous brain on this stewpid assignment? This boy will not even be there tomorrow so there's no way he will know if he fails or gets all the marks. Let me just write anything jor. He no hard at all. I smiled sheepishly as the thought crossed my mind.

Here is what I'll write.
"Give me your pencil... " I demanded and he gave me instantly. So I begin to write. "Manna was the first daughter of the former king of Egypt that ran away with the isrealites. She died at the age of 52. She was buried on the way out of Egypt."

I checked the boy's face and saw him smiling. I took that as a sign that he sees nothing wrong in what I just wrote in his book.
So I checked the last question.

This one reads:

"How did the isrealites destroyed the wall of Jericho? " I read that finish and the first answer that came to my mind wasn't far fetched atall. Yes, you guess right...

I went straight for the blank line underneath the question and wrote; They used a lot of sledge hammers on the first day before the arrival of bulldozers the following day. The walls of Jericho eventually bowed to the power of the bulldozers.

I didn't even let the boy see what I wrote before I closed it and gave him to hold. I got up on my feet and told him to lets go.
With a satisfactory smile, he offered me his palm and I held it.

"Are you ready to go and meet your father now Chris? " I asked him just to be sure he's really willing to go.

"Yes... Uncle Lewis cannot be beating me everyday again... " He murmured delightedly again.

"Oh, sweet boy, don't worry, all will be over soon. " I assured him and we both proceeded towards the door.
"Okay.... Lets.... " I was still saying when the sudden voice of Joke cuts into my words.

"Chris....! Chris!.... ". She was calling his name very loud and her approaching footsteps was very audible.

I panicked, not because I was afraid of facing her but rather because I don't want anything that will spoil show for me, not when I'm this close to fulfilling my mission. I wouldn't have cared assuming I had the sedative mixture and other ingredients with me that can make her sleep.

"My mummy is calling me, angel... " Chris told me in almost whispers. .

"Tell her you are coming..... " I told the boy in a whisper as I begin to frantically look for where to hide.

"I'm coming!!!!!! " He shouted on top of his voice.

"Okay. I'm going downstairs now, hurry. " Joke informed and everywhere was silent for five seconds. I heaved a sigh of relief when her foot steps was no longer approaching us.

"Can I go now? " Chris asked me after studying the look on my face. .

I quickly got down to my knees to meet his height. I placed both fingers on his shoulders and begin to talk to him in low tones.

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DEDICATED TO IDOWU OLUWADAMILARE EMMANUEL. A.K.A T. B. M on this occasion of my 28th birthday.






8. THE DOG ATTENDANT. [T. D. A]




The kind of look I gave the boy after he suddenly told me to wait was so full of fright and it evidently scared the little boy a bit.
"Is someone coming?" I reiterated furtherly to him.
He shook his head negatively as his eyes blinked in quick succession. "No "
"No? Then why did you want me to wait? ". I asked him again.
"my assignment, I want to finish it... " He portrayed a mild expression as he spoke out his mind.

"Assignment? What a ridiculous thing to say at a time like this" I muffled under my breath.
I wanted to get angry at him for that but somehow, I managed to hide my anger behind the surface of a calm face. I didn't want to do anything that will scare my son from me. Not now when I'm this close to achieving my mission.

"Which assignment?" I managed to ask him calmly when he begin to bite his fingers.

Instead of answering me, Chris turned around and head straight to the bed where he had previously dropped the book I saw earlier with him.
I stood motionlessly behind the door trying to figure out what he wants to do.
He walked back to me and showed me the book.
"Which book is this? "

"My assignment, I want to do it finish before we go... " He pleaded.
I was somehow surprised to hear that but then I remembered he was telling Joke earlier in the compound that he wants to go and do his assignment instead of saying sorry to Lewis.

I groaned under my breath when I remembered that.
"But wait Chris, why do you want to do it now? Are you not going to see your daddy again? "

"I want to, but I also promise my mummy and Josiah that I will do my assignment and have more marks than him. But if I don't do it now, Josiah will say I'm olodo, that I don't know anything."

"Who is this Josiah again? Thunder wan fire him?" I asked him but dropped the volume on the latter part of the statement and also with a pretence to make him believe that I care about his plight.

"Aunty Amaka's son, she's my mummy's friend and Josiah is also my friend too... " He replied.
My neck instantly went into a bending posture as my brain started looking for ways to solve this new problem. Time is of the essence here. Joke and Lewis might come back anytime. Only God knows what they are still doing outside that's taking long like this.

"But you know that your bad uncle Lewis may come back inside anytime and if he see's us, he will want to fight us... " I've already finished my statement before the bewildered look I saw on his young face made me realise the mistake I made in saying those word, so I quickly added.. "Not that I can't beat him but because of your mummy, I don't want her to get hurt when I send my thunder to fire him.. And you know, your mummy will be on his side. So we should hurry up here before someone gets hurt. "

"But, I want to do it. If you help me do it, it will be fast and my uncle cannot meet us here.. " He countered.

"Even if we do it, how will you be able to submit it? Since you are going to meet with your daddy today... "
I was hoping that would make him change his mind but the boy gave me another reason to believe he truly came from my sperm when he moved closer to me and said;

"Shebi you are an angel, you can take me to our church on the way and I will give it to Mrs Ezenwa by myself... " He said those words with enthusiasm.

I released another frustrated breath as I stared at my son's face. In his eyes, I could see how determined he was. I don't think there's anything I can do other than to grant his childish request only with the hope that I don't later regret it.
This is already taking longer than expected. I'm still unable to come up with a perfect plan to handle Lewis and Joke together.
Assuming they both see me at the same time, surely, I'll want to tackle Lewis first but there is no guarantee that Joke will not want to raise alarm while I'm battling with Lewis and that will undoubtedly spell doom for me if she does. The only way to make sure that doesn't happen is to leave the house as soon as possible without being seen by either of them.

I checked the digital wall clock to see the time. It says, 10:15. Which means I've spent more than an hour already. Chai, I'm very lucky that my presence in this house still remain unknown to the grown ups.

"Okay..." I finally said to him after thinking it through. "Lets do it."

"Thank you angel Zeus. ". He thanked with a delightful tone. He was very happy to the extent he gave me a bear hug. I patted him on his back to acknowledge his appreciation even though I wasn't happy with the new development, but what can I do? The fact that he has even agreed to follow me out of the house without raising any alarm should be enough for me to grant whatever request he makes. Childish or not.

I first locked the door very well just in case someone wants to come in unannounced.
I held his hand and led him back to the bed quickly.

"This is it... " He opened the book and placed it on my laps after we have both settled down on the edge of the bed.

A mere glance at the topic of the page in which the assignment was given is enough to let me know that this is where the boy will know that I'm a fake angel. All the words I saw in there at a quick glance are biblical words.

Truly, my son has done the first seven questions by himself. Maybe he got them right is what I don't know. The last three are the ones he wants me to help him to solve. I no dey go church talk less of reading the bible. How can this boy expect me to know all the answers to this questions?.

"Are you sure you even know how to do all these by yourself?"

"Yes.... ". He replied quickly.

"At this age, you can read and write very well? "

"Yes angel Zeus... I can write my name by myself when I was in K.G 2. And now I can write very well in prmary two and read too... I came first in my class every..... ".

"Its okay.... " I quickly cut in. Its okay, before you say something that will make me think you are trying to make mockery of me. The only first wey dey my result throughout my education na the ones that comes with older sibling like 2 and 3 that will make it 21st and 31st.

I was so confused for hearing that seriously. At age six when my mummy still dey beat me everyday on how to write 3, 5, 4, letter G and B? This one don sabi everything?

All the brain wey suppose dey inside my head, na inside my sperm he go dey? Now this boy don pack everything. There is no way I'm giving birth again. Who knows if I will even be left with any brain once I have another child.?

"But why haven't you let your mummy help you with this remaining ones? " I queried him with a finger pointed at the book.

He moved more closer to me before he started talking. "She wants to help me do it, I'm the one that say I can do it by myself... ". he beats his chest as he finished saying that.

"Then why haven't you completed it already? "

"I forgot my bible inside the church. "

"Don't your mummy have another bible you can use? "

"I can't use her own, mine is bible for children.. My mummy's own do not have pictures.. It's inside the bible that we will see the answers... . " He explained.

'Hmmmm, you should have let your mummy help you. Too much arrogance at this early age will cost you some of the marks now, because me wey you give this book no sabi anything for here o. ' I made those complaint within me as I stared cluelessly at the book.

"you know the answers very well?.. " He must have been studying the kind of tensed look on my face before he asked that.

My heart almost skipped a beat after my son said that. That is exactly one of the things I was trying to avoid by telling him all the things I told him earlier so he can change his mind.

There is no way I can lie my way out of this now. I can't tell him that a whole angel like me doesn't know anything from the bible. He will definitely smell my fluke and call me a fake.

Adesina12:
Happy birthday Darous Emmanuel
May the Lord uplift you and grant you your heart desires
Wish you long life and prosperity
TheBlessedMan, the one and only heir of Sango olukoso
Trust you had fun and enjoyed your birthday
Remain blessed

Thanks boss... But seriously, tomorrow na the birthday gangan. 29th of May

CONTINUATION OF T. D. A 7.




I took a few steps towards him after the completion of my statement and stopped within a feet of him. The boy still stood motionless even as I got more closer to him. Feeling his presence so close to me was tempting me to touch and hug him, but no, I can't do that just yet. Its enough that he is not shouting at my presence already. Don't let me push my luck further.

"For real? You can take me to my daddy?" The boy said out in a surprised expression after giving me another head to toe survey.

"Yes.... God never fails his children. He hates to see them suffer in the hands of people like Lewis when their real father is somewhere waiting and crying everyday because he wants to see them. Your daddy misses you soooooo much. " I don't really know where those words were coming from, all I know is whenever I open my mouth, words are coming out.
"But uncle Lewis said my Daddy is dead.... " He blurted out suddenly.
That statement hits me like a sledge hammer. Evidently, this Lewis is truly a bastard. How can he be telling a small boy such things? This guy is truly out to destroy me. No problem sha, I have a plan for him already. I will make him rot away in prison very soon. He's gonna pay for all the pains he has brought to my life. I promise him that. but first thing first, I must first get out of this country, then I can come back to make him pay for all his transgressions.

I gave the boy a sultry smile that perfectly hides my sadness before I found my voice again.
"You know Uncle Lewis is a bad person right?". He affirmed by nodding his head. "So you don't expect him to say good things to you. What if I tell you that he his also the one that took you away from your father because he wants to be hurting you everyday?."

"Hun"

"I saw it when I was coming from heaven the way he lied perfectly against you this morning and also when he slapped you too...."
"Wow.....You saw that?" Suprisedly, he cried out.
I nod my head in response."Yes Chris, I saw it very well. "

"you did not help me to tell my mummy, why? " He complained with a typical baby tone and reaction by folding his arms around his chest.

I was already cramming my brain for what response to give him before I quickly remember that he also didn't tell Joke anything when the latter showed up at the compound.
"The same reason you have for not telling her yourself Chris, is the same reason I also didn't tell her anything" He frowned his face a little. "You and I know that your mummy will never believe anything we say against your bad uncle Lewis... "
"but my mummy is not a bad person, its uncle Lewis that is very bad. " He grumbled under his breath.
"I know... Chris, believe me, as an angel, I know how bad he is... " I assured him before quickly adding, " But don't worry, God has called a meeting for his case already. God is ready to go anywhere for his case. He is presently working on a special plan to make uncle Lewis pay for everything he has been doing to you. And that is why you must follow me out of this place today so that all those plans of God will not fail.. Trust me on that. "

The boy took his time to scrutinize my face for a brief moment before he blurted out his next question.

"Is it God that also create him? "

"Create who? "
"Bad uncle Lewis"
"Nooooo.... Not at all. It was satan that created him. When God found out that satan has been creating people without his permission, he got angry and sent me and other angels to arrest them. He escaped from where we were keeping them and since then God has been looking for him. ". I said all that without even blinking at all.
"Really? " His eyes shone widely the moment he heard that from my lying and cunning mouth. "Tell him he's in our house! We can lock the door so he will not run away!". He was almost shouting when he made those statements.
"Don't worry, God already knows that he's here."

"Huh-hoh... "

"God wants to first of all deal with Satan, and then he will come back here to handle your bad uncle Lewis. " A chuckling sound erupted from his mouth after he heard me say that.

"Because Uncle Lewis is from the Devil right?
"Yes... He his a direct product of satan. So what we will do now before he comes back to this house is that, you and I, we will leave this place now now. "
"To meet my real daddy? " Eagerly, he asked me. I smiled inside of me for the kind of progress I'm having on this little lad.
"Ofcourse Chris. Your daddy loves you so much...He has been crying everyday unto God so that he can bring you to him. And now, God has sent me, one of his most trusted angels to come and answer your daddy's prayer.. "
He rubbed his hands in glee as he pondered on what I just told him. I was very excited because this boy appeared not to be giving me any problem at all. Sure that was what I thought, until he asked me this question from nowhere.
"What is your own name? " He asked me as he moved more closer to where I was standing.
Geez.. Which name will I tell him now? I don't know the name of angels to give him. The only two names I know among the angels are Michael and Gabriel. Whereas I must come up with a sensible answer quickly before this boy starts growing suspicious of me. And that might end my chances of taking him with me today. If I fail today, there is no guarantee that I will ever see this boy again.

"Why do you ask?" I suddenly asked him that, just to be able to get enough time to come up with a trick to outsmart him as I was already planning of telling him that my name is angel Gabriel. I just pray he doesn't ask me to tender my birth certificate to verify my claim.
He frowned and narrowed his look at the exposed part of my hand again before talking.

"What color is this? ". he said pointing to my hand. I raised my hand to my face level before replying him.
"You can call it fair or not too light.. " I answered him as I was trying to figure out what he was driving at.
"Is that so? "
Wetin this boy dey talk, shey I no sabi color again ni? I checked the complexion of my hand again and nod my head affirmatively.
"yes. This is fair color... " I reaffirmed.
"Angel Gabriel and Angel Michael are not fair, my teacher told us they are whites... But you are fair, not white... ". He explained with a gesture of his hand that was directed towards my hand.

"so you are saying am not angel Gabriel by just looking at my hand? " Almost feeling defeated, I managed to come up with that question.
"Yes.... " He muttered alongside a nod.
"Erm... Erm.... " I stammered momentarily as this little boy just gave me another herculean task. "So what is the difference between white and fair? I just want to know how much you have been using that brain that God told me to give you on the day you were born. Tell me Chris, what is the difference? " I asked him with a wry smile and slight bow.
The reason why I asked him that is just to make his little brain wander for a while until I can come up with a perfect tactic to outsmart him, but I got the greatest shock of the moment when the little boy walked to his shoe rack and picked one black shoe and another brown one. He came back to me and showed them both to me.
"My mummy said I can't wear these shoes together because they are different in color.... this one is brown while this one is black." He dropped that again and returned the shoes to the rack.

Geeze.... My brain is paining me. No wonder Lewis hates this boy? See how this little muppet is making an angel to sweat? Look at the cunning way he used in telling me that Fair and White are not the same... I'm almost the square of his age for heavens sake. Chai.... Forget it, if I were to be in Lewis shoes, I will probably be beating this boy everyday even if he no do anything to warrant any beating. I will just call him one day and say, "come here Chris, I'm going to beat you mercilessly for what you did to me three years ago. "

"Angel, please tell me your name.... " His cute little voice strayed into my thoughts again.

I shifted my gaze sideways just to avoid his look for that moment. I can't even find the right words to describe what I'm feeling at that moment. Tensed and scared at the same time. All this because of this little lad.

'Seriously, I wasn't expecting all these type of questions and talks from a six years old. No doubt he is very smart, the only place I've known of kids like this was when I was watching that program, 'AMERICA'S GOT TALENT in YouTube, where a three years old baby will be reciting the periodic table that made me fail my SS2 chemistry exams. . I have watched HOME ALONE, BABBY'S DAY OUT and other Child Disturbing Elders Movies but never for once thought it could ever be possible in real life.
Not in my wildest dreams did I ever thought of encountering one of such kids in my lifetime talkless of fathering one. But here I am, in the most complicated of situations, staring at one of them. Evidently, this little boy is the aggregate of my brain and character. I can't even begin to imagine what his other twin would have looked like if he hadn't died at birth. He would have probably be smart as this cute little boy in front of me.
But no problem sha, I go show this one say na me be hin papa. Na inside this world you meet me. We fit get the same brain, but my prick is longer than yours.' I told myself and returned my look to him. Now with a more determined mind to outsmart him.

"Okay, if I tell you my name, will you follow me and stop asking questions? because I only have a limited time to spend here... "
"If I don't have to, I will not ask..I want to know so I can tell my friends too. " He answered me in that baby-like tone again.
"But....but you are meeting your daddy today, you don't need to tell your friends anything... You may not see them after today again" I stressed out with a soft tone.
"If I get to my daddy, I will have new friends. I want to tell them that I've seen an angel before"
I processed his reply briefly and saw nothing wrong in it. Having in mind that all I need to do is to do everything possible to get him out of here first, then I will know how to handle him later. So I decided to tell him one name he will never be able to doubt. There is no way his little brain will know all the names of the angels in heaven. Even if his sunday school teacher dey collect 1million naira per week he self no fit. We are already spending too much time here already.

"Okay...." I cleared my throat before proceeding. " From the realm of the mighties of heaven, I present myself to you Master Chris, as Angel Zeus, the commander in chief of the third battalion of the thunder forces of heaven. " Seeing the surprised look on his face, I was encourage to continue. "Only third in rank to Chief Angel Gabriel and Angel holy Michael. The two of the most loyal servants of the creator of heaven and earth."

He displayed a skeptical look after I'd ended my speech before he spoke again.

"Oookkay.... " He said slowly and casted a look that frightened me towards my sides before he spoke again. "But where is your wing?" He gestured towards my sides.
"Erm, I'm not really a wing fighter. I don't operate from the wing. But once there is a battle to be fought, I can operate from the middle and defense. Only other angels like Gabriel and Michael are allowed to operate from the flank. " I ended with a smile. I was so sure I've answered him well that I even laughed a bit when the look on his face changed to a surprise one.

"I don't mean that wing... " He said again and that instantly ended the smile on my face.

'Which wing is he talking about please.. Someone should help me out here. The only wings I've ever known in my life are the ones I played on the football pitch. Seven and eleven and that's why I'm trying to relate it with my heavenly status.

"The wing that angels use to fly... " He added quickly when he saw the confused look on my face.

"Oh! " I nearly slapped myself for being so dull that I didn't know that one earlier.
"My wings,? Yes my wings.... I left them outside..." That was dumb, accepted, sincerely I didn't intend to say that, but the Lying application I downloaded the moment I stepped inside his room by deciding to accept the angel role has been sponsoring most of the things I've been saying. I just hope it doesn't affect what I'm trying to do here.
"Why did you put it outside?" Bewildered, he asked again.
"Erm... Your room is too small for my wings and they can't fit in here, thats why I left them outsi..... " He didn't let me finish before he chipped in his curiosity.

"Ah, what if Uncle Lewis finds it and start flying away? "
I was suprised to hear that but I managed to smile before answering him.
"Don't worry" I placed a hand on his young shoulder. "Your bad Uncle can't use my wings and even if he does, he won't be able to fly for long before he ends up deep inside the Atlantic ocean... And you know the big whales... " I demonstrated to him how a whale bites before I continued. " The big whales will eat his bad head.... "

He smiled satisfactorily as I finished my statement.
"I like you angel Zeus.... You are a good angel. " He remarked smiling.

Thunder fire your left yansh. I tell you say I be your papa for this game. How old are you wey you wan dey give me headache? Nonsense and calculator.

"Can we go now? " I asked him with a hasty look after he had stopped smiling.

"Yes.... Yes....I hate this place and everyone... They beat me everytime."
"I understand... " I checked inside my pockets to see if the key I took earlier was still there, confirming its presence, I grabbed Chris' hand and begin to walk towards the door.
I was very happy that my mission will be free of troubles afterall. The car I brought here will still be at the place I parked it. All I need to do is to sneak out through the back gate to avoid contacting Lewis or Joke and from there I can easily find my way to where the car is.

Once I get out, I will look for means to call Jide to help me get a house in a safe place where I can hide for the mean time.

This boy already likes me, I will continue to tell him every necessary lie he wants to hear until he accepts me as his personal lord and saviour.

Those were the thoughts that crept through my mind as my child and I heads towards the door.
I held the handle and was about to open the aluminum door before Chris spoke.
"Angel Zeus wait," That came out more like a command tone.
"Someone is coming?" I mumbled rhetorically with a slight frightened face.

THIS CAN'T BE THE END OF ME.....

T. B. C.


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T. D. A 7 is purposely dedicated to no one else but me and myself. As I patiently await the arrival of my birthday.

May 29th? 1991? Was a Wednesday. Now the same date also falls on a Wednesday in this year. Come on guys, rejoice with me. 28years inside this suicide provoking country no be small thing o.



7. THE DOG ATTENDANT. [T. D. A]




The rate at which my heart was beating after the words of Lewis came out was way faster and louder than the rate at which the crotch of a drug addict hits the excessive flesh of a very fat woman in a doggy style. In simpler unerotical terms, my heart was beating heavily.

"Stop there....!"
"Is that you Darous?"
"Is that you? Are you here for real?"
"What are you doing here?"
"Where did you passed into this compound?"
"How did you find me?"
"Let me call police.... He escaped from prison"
"Who told you I'm here?"
"What is your mission here?"
"Who let you out of prison? "
"Have you come to kill us? "
"What, where.... What...and what....?".

Loads of those questions is what I was nervously waiting to hear the moment I halted my steps in front of the round pillar that remained but two steps away from me.

I was anxiously expecting to hear footsteps or angry words like I stated above to be directed at me but somehow all of them refused to show up.


On the contrary, this was the statement that eventually showed up...

"Morning sir, please may I get your attention here sir? ". Those words came straight from the outside part of the gate which was very close to where Lewis and Joke were sitting down.

I managed to pull some courage to look at the entrance before quickly completing my steps to the round pillar where I was headed before.
None of them was looking in my direction. Even if they did, the driver's door of the car and the rear ones that was opened would have prevented them from seeing me unless they stand up.
So literally, I shouldn't have panicked in the first place but you can't simply blame me for that, you would probably have done the same thing if you were in my shoes.

"Don't follow me. Wait here, let me attend to him... ". I heard Lewis say and I managed to turn around to look in their direction after I'd successfully hide myself behind the white round pillar.


"No, let's go together.... Lets see who it is.... " Joke told him as she got to her feet and adjusted her short top.

I saw as they begin to take a slow and cautious steps towards the gate.

Lewis first peeped through the small open hole of the gate before he looked back at Joke's face and only God knows what reaction she gave him that made him to proceed in opening the small gate.
There was a figure of a man outside the gate but the long distance gave me no chance at seeing the person clearly.
I tried my best to see who the person was, just to see if I'm in any kind of trouble but all attempt that I made was to no avail.

Joke stood behind Lewis as he exchanged unaudible pleasantries with the man that knocked the gate earlier.
They talked briefly before they both proceeded outside the gate. They closed the gate behind them after completing the task of stepping out.

"Ah... That was close.... ". That was me making a sigh of relief. I caught the sight of my own face from the reflection of the glass-made aluminum door at the entrance of the house and realise how much my handsome face has diminished. It was nothing to write home about and thats assuming I have a house address to even write it to. Hairs done full every space on it. Me wey be hairy person before.

I consoled myself quickly and didn't waste anymore time dweling on what I can't presently change before I enter the house. The whole house appeared to be too empty and shallow. Its hard to believe that Joke and the little boy are the only ones occupying a big and spacious house as this.

Almost everything inside the house still maintained the appearance that was previously given to it by me.

Taking some steps more, my eyes caught the sight of a bunch of keys placed on the dinning table. I marched there quickly and a smile erupted on my face when I identified the key that opens the back gate of the compound among it.


It was after I'd successfully detached it from among others that I have a sense of belief that my mision wouldn't be so hard after all.

Everything I planned as plan B, after seeing Lewis in the compound solely lies on my chances of getting the key that I just put inside the pocket of my white garment.

After surveying the house for a brief moment again, I begin to look for my child without making any sound.


All the four doors of the rooms situated downstairs were locked from outside and that means my child wasn't there.

Next place to check is definitely upstairs.
Although, the long white garment I was putting on makes it a little bit difficult to climb the stairs, nonetheless, I still managed to do it successfully without much stress. I completed the stairs to the upstairs and started searching again.

I got to the third door of the room upstairs and was extremely relieved to find it unlocked.

I waited a brief seconds to prepare my mind. I wasn't expecting my son to give me any problem, but one can't be too sure in situations like this. Especially not after what I just witnessed myself moments ago. That boy has shown me how smart he his, so in order to outsmart him, I need to bring my A game into this or else, I will have myself to blame if my mission fails because of my overconfident.

Slowly, I pushed the aluminum door backwards, poked my head inside to see the situation of the room, seeing that it was covered in child lights, I stepped inside fully and locked the door behind me without making any sound.
The room was in a perfect condition. Nothing was out of its shape. The books on the reading table were well arranged likewise the console below the plasma tv.
I shifted my gaze towards where the 24inches bed was lying and saw my child gyrating his head to some music coming from the sound system plugged to his ears. No wonder he wasn't aware of my intrusion.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed while holding something that looked like a textbook in his hand.

I seized the moment to assimilate the very rare moment I was having at that time.

Since when he was born, I never got the ideal chance to express a fatherly feelings or attention to him. Even when Joke and I were still together, the fear of implicating myself by getting too attached to him made me to give him some distance back then. I purposely set some boundaries between us so no one would get suspicious of my connection with him.

That made me to wonder if he will still remember my face.
If not because of my unkept appearance, I would have bet my life that he will recognise me once he sees me. Not now that every circumference of my face is covered in hairs and beards.

Remembering that I don't have a lot of time to waste, I took another step forward and it was then that my child caught a glimpse of my shadow and he looked straight in my direction.

For the first time in almost a year, our eyes met again. Except this time, it was only mine that recognised him as he's was just staring at me without moving.

I was expecting him to make attempts of shouting to raise alarm, but surprisingly, the boy was as calm as the night sea.

The kind of look he was giving me is unexplainable. Calm, cute and innocent. The boy is just too adorable. Our eyes were fully locked on each other in that moment of awkwardness.

My child remained mute and motionless. Something that seemed very odd for a six years old to do in such situations.

I too on the other hand was so filled with emotions. The slightest thought of getting to see my child again was sending shrills of emotions into my body.
The silence of looks and emotion lingered for what seemed like eternity before I finally managed to pull myself together. Time is of the utmost essence here. I don't know when Joke and Lewis will come back inside the house. I don't know where they will want to go once they return. They might want to come in here and continue where they left it in the compound with the boy. So I need to be fast and swift in this. But still, I need to be very careful with this boy. With this kind of look he's giving me, I don't know what is going through his little mind at the moment.

I was about to call his name, so that he will think of me as someone that knows him before he said something I wasn't expecting.

After looking at me from head to toe, he removed his ear plugs and switched it off after which he rested his small and cute face on my face. He then stood up and said...

"Am I in trouble? " Almost devoid of sound, he stated that.

"Oh no..." With a very cool voice, I said that to him with a hand demonstration. " You are the most troubless child on earth...you are a good child of God. Adorable and gentle.... So there is no way you can ever be in trouble my child. " I said with prolong emphasis on the last three words.
My words were evidently working on his young brain, because what he did next gave me that indidcation. He smiled.
He shot me another thoughtful look before he spoke again.
"Are you an angel? " So soft and innocent, those words came out again from his mouth. "you disappear to my room? You are an angel? " Curiousity could be visibly seen in his eyes as he asked that.

I wasn't prepared for that kind of question but because I've already prepared my mental strength with the aim of outsmarting him, I was able to come up with something very quick that contradicts with what I already had in mind before. He probably called me an angel because of the white garment I was putting on. The effects of the lights in the room on the garment even makes it looked whiter.

'Yes, why not? if he sees me as an angel, then so be it.., who knows what he will do if I tell him headstright that I am his father? He might create a scene for me because I don't know how bad Joke and his co-horts have painted me to him. If seeing me as an angel will make him trust me, then so be it. Let me just play this angelic role. Anything to make him trust me enough to follow me out of this place is a welcome idea. '. I told myself as I took another step towards him.

"Yes little one..." I replied him. "I'm an angel... God heard your cries and pains in the hands of your daddy Lewis so he purposely sent me to earth to take you away to a more safer place where your real daddy is waiting for you. Your real daddy loves you so much. He will beat hell out of anyone that dares to hurt you. That is why I'm here so I can take you to him. ". I replied as cunning as my brain could carry me.

Everything now depends on how smart the boy is.

manuelFORBES:
Hype no dey exist for wia Tbm dey. Now u na eye don see y hin be boss

see someone that I've missed. Where have you been boss?

I tried mentioning a lot of people when I wanted to start this story but the antispam bot banned me severally. I had to stop.

Update will arrive shortly. Stay tuned guys.

Slimynonny:
Interesting story i must say TBM.... Bt i didnt like how the story ended... Even though Darous committed a lot bt atleast someone should have believed his own side of the story now. All the same bro OP weldone....kudos

story never end bro

CONTINUATION OF T. D. A 6.




This boy truly is from my sperm. No need of any D.N.A, when a Mental.N.A is right in front of me.

"So indirectly, you are saying you will rather be grounded than say sorry to daddy Lewis? Is that what you are trying to tell me?. " Joke stated after getting over the shock of Chris last words.

"But mum, you are the one that said I shouldn't tell people what I don't mean... "

Wow.... This is too much. Goddamn it, if not because I'm viewing from behind the flowers, I would have jumped ten thousand times to express the level of happiness I'm feeling inside. The kind of happiness this boy is giving me, I don't remember the last time I feel so happy like this.

"Go away!" A frustrated and angry Lewis thundered. "Go now or I'll smack your face... "

The boy refused to react to that order.


"are you deaf?" Lewis lashed out and made a furious attempt to slap him again but Joke quickly stepped in the way.


"Go upstairs and don't let me see your stubborn face until you are ready to apologise to daddy... Okay? ."

See this mumu girl, referring to Lewis as a daddy when the actual daddy is right there hiding behind the flowers.

The boy mumbled some words under his breath before he reluctantly turned around and walked straight to the entrance.


They both watch the boy go inside before they continued there conversation after some moments of silence. They sat on the seats of the driver side of the car and the back seat. So that way, I couldn't see their body language anymore but I could still hear clearly what they were saying.

The atmosphere was warming up to get sunny, but the cool breeze sweeping around the compound made it friendly to the skin.

They started by first tendering and accepting apologies for what Chris did. And I was already feeling a high level of pain in my ankle region and knee and I was preparing to sneak inside to get my task done before something that Lewis said caught my attention.


"I've got both good news and bad ones.. "

"Hmmmm..... "

"Which one do you want to hear first? " Lewis asked.

"How bad is the bad news... "

"You mean? "

"I mean is it bad enough to make me faint? "

"Funny... Well, I don't know o. It depends on how you take it sha.... "


"Okay... Go with the good news first. " Joke said after another moment of silence.


"Hun-hun... " Lewis cleared his throat. "Good news, your father is no longer searching for you.... "

"Really? ". Joke nearly screamed.

"Yes. I made sure my boys handled him well. "

"Did he returned the money? "

"Noooo. He would rather die than give up the money. He said those two houses your mother left behind belongs to him as her husband. We checked the documents and his name was truly written on it as the co-owner of those houses. Which is why he was able to sell them without anyone stopping him or asking questions."


"So, our house don go be that! " Lamented Joke with a strained voice.
"I'm sorry. You know I keep saying it, your mother made a great mistake. She should have removed his name on those documents immediately after the divorce. So that's still like a bad news but the good thing is, your father is not after you and your sister anymore. " He ended.

I couldn't see how Joke reacted to that but one could guess her mood with what she said next.

"So we can go back to living our lives in the city now? That's the only good thing that came out of all this trash... Right?"

"Unfortunately, not yet... "

" What again? Why can't we? Thought you said my father is the only one after me? " Joke moaned.

"Yes I did. But not after I discovered that Darous family are also searching for you... "

"Hun..... That's expected. I can handle them. So far they are not coming with guns and weapons like my father did..... "

"I know you can. But do you really know why I came here very early today? "

"I was planning to ask you that before all the trouble I met on seeing you."

"I think Darous is on his way here... ". Lewis dropped that like a heavy bomb and my heart produce a loud beat at the sound of that.

I swallowed hard as I strained my ear to listen clearly on their conversation.

"Wha... Wha...what are you talking about...? ". Stuttered Joke. It was evident that she was as shocked as me.

"You know I told you I've got eyes in the prison to keep me informed on his situation....? "

"Ehn-ehn" Joke replied with a tone that portrays anxiety and curiosity.

"one of them called me very early this morning to tell me that some people broke a prisoner out last night. He said the first person he looked out for this morning was Darous. Sadly, he was no where to be found. "

"I don't believe this... How can this be possible? Why is it not on the news already? Why would he even come here? "

"I think the prison commander knows about it. Or why would they hide it from the public?..... " Lewis said with a very worried tone.

There was a deafening silence in the whole compound after the last words of Lewis.

No need of telling you all about what I think at that moment, because in all honesty, I didn't even think about it. Like the words of the old man in my dream, "Life is what happens to you when you are busy on other plans. " Knowing life for what it is, I decided to not let it dissuade me on my plan to get out of that place with my child.

All I just need is to get inside and find the key to the small gate at the back of the compound and get my child and get out of the place once and for all. Convincing my child to follow me shouldn't be a hard thing to do, judging by what just happened moments ago in my presence. Truly, I had no specific plan on how to get him out without creating a scene but now, I'm more than convinced that he will follow me.

I surveyed the whole compound again as I prepared to embark on my task.

If not all the nooks, I think I still remember all the crannies of the house very well having spent more than three weeks there before.
I think I can still find my way around the
house without losing my way.

I raised my head up to see Joke and Lewis, fortunately for me, they were still sitting inside the car. They seemed to be lost in their own thoughts.

Carefully and cautiously, still on my bending posture, I changed my direction towards the entrance of the house with the aim of seizing the opportunity that Chris presented to me by leaving the door slightly ajar, to sneak inside unseen.

I took the first step still inside the flower area and paused to verify of the coast is clear for me to proceed. I got nothing. Encouraged to proceed, I took the next step, followed by another one, and another, and another one, and one again, still nothing,.

The entrance was now just a few steps away. All I just need to do is to get myself to the round pillar of the terrace and it will be very easier to get inside unseen.

I made the sign of cross, adjusted my garment so it doesn't hook any of the flower branch, checked where Joke and Lewis were sitting, seeing that they were still silent, I picked up in the speed of light and dashed towards the entrance. But as I was about to get behind the big round pillar, I stopped immediately when I hear Lewis say


"Who is there?"


OH LIFE! NOT AGAIN!...


T. B. C

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6. THE DOG ATTENDANT. [T. D. A]


The betrayer adjusted the wrist watch in his hand as the approaching boy got closer to him. He dressed in a casual grey vest. He still carried around that oblong face he inherited from the devil.

From my vantage point, I could easily hear and see everything going on within the car area.

I rested my back against the wall of the fence behind me to make my posture a bit more comfortable.


I was still trying to recover from the shock of seeing Lewis in that house when what happened next nearly made me threw my plans in thin air.


"Morning Daddy Lewis, " I heard the boy's tiny voice greeting Lewis with a slight bow and a fright-filled voice.

Lewis first looked straight at the entrance of the house probably to check if anyone was coming. He returned his gaze to the boy and within the twinkle of an eye, sent a big slap to his face with an angry look.

The boy yelped in pain and so was I. It felt as if the slap had landed on my own face. Parental instinct kicked inside of me and I felt like rushing towards the scene to help the boy but strangely, something held me back. Something that wants me to be cautious.

"Haven't I told you not to ever call me your daddy again? Eh? Don't you know my sperm is smart enough to avoid producing a big bastard like you and your stup*d father. " Lewis grumbled at the little boy.

Those words got to the boy very hard and his willpower broke. He could handle the slap, but the abusive words of the psychotic mugu before him proved too much to handle for a little boy like him.

"Next time you try that nonsense with me, I'm going to rip your ugly face off and feed it to my Labrado.... You this.... "

"What is going on? ". That female voice that came from the entrance of the house interrupted the cruel words coming out of Lewis mouth. All the eyes inside the compound shifted there gazes towards the entrance at the sound of it.

Unlike Lewis who had on his face a sinister grin, mine and my son's face was filled with a different thing entirely. An expression of sorrow.

While my son's face still carried his weeping mood, mine clung to its distraught one as Joke, my ex-wife descended the stairs of the entrance and begin to approach the ground hosting Lewis and Chris.

Joke was clad in a sky blue sleeveless top that stops at her abdomen and a black tight jean trousers. She carried no make up on her confused face as she finally gets to where other males in the compound were standing.

I can't even begin to tell you how angry I was to see her on that day. The fact that she's even doing fine without caring about the awful plight she threw at me made me feel like smashing her face against a hot carburetor. But don't let me go into that now. Let me just leave my feelings aside and tell you how the events continue to unfold.


"Why are you crying Chris?, Have you disrespected daddy Lewis again? " Joke asked but the boy remained mute while his palm still connects with his cheeks. Chris choose to remain silent in that instance for reasons best known to him. I wonder why he kept mute when he could have just open up and tell Joke what happened.

"Don't mind him, he did what you told him not to do and I scolded him. He called me Uncle Lewis instead of Daddy, and.... "

"All liars shall go to hell... " The boy fired back as he continued to rub his cheeks.

"Keep your mouth shut! ". Joke snarled at the boy. "You don't talk to an elderly person that way. "

"mummy why? " The boy asked with a half-crying tone.

"Because he's old enough to be your father... "

A moment of silence twittered her words before the boy suddenly clasped his palms in the air.

"I know it....! " Chris cried out in a voice that portrays a little bit of excitement.

"Know what?... " Joke asked.

"My father can never beat me. But uncle Lewis will be beating someone all the time as if someone is speaking vanacular. He lie against me all the time. He tear my teddy and throw it inside the swimming pool and said I'm the one that throw it there. Mummy, I don't like him.... "

"I can't believe you are standing there and let this boy say all this rubbish against me... Joke? " Lewis groaned what seemed like a defence to me.

Joke first gave Lewis a cursory glance before she approached the boy, bent her posture to meet his height and stared him hard in the face.

"Chris, where did I tell you that all liars and stubborn boys will go?"

The boy first looked at Lewis before talking. "they will go where uncle Lewis is going... "

"And which place is that? ". Joke asked sarcastically.

"Hell...fire... ". Chris pronounced slowly.

Wait... I want to laugh.. Seriously I cant hold it anymore. I need to laugh at that. But its a pity I dare not try to laugh right now or everyone would know of my presence. But we can't just waste this moment like that. Maybe you should help me laugh that laughter. I will see you later.

"I'm out of here.... " Lewis suddenly said as Joke seemed to be pondering on a decision to make of the boy's comment.

"Wait Lewis, let me handle this please... ". Joke said as she grabs Lewis arm.

"What is the meaning if this?" He moaned after turning back to meet her face. How could you allow this boy to continue insulting me on daily basis. What wrong did I do to deserve this? I've been there for you all the time and this is how you repay me? "

"Lewis, Lewis, I'm sorry.... You know he's a small boy... " pleaded Joke with a soft tone replica to her usual bedroom voice.

"A small boy? " Lewis scoffed. "Don't be ridiculous. That spoilt brat knows more than his age and I wouldn't be surprised if he eventually ends up biting the fingers that fed him....after all, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.. "

"I know you are angry... I understand.... Okay... Calm down... " she turned to the staring Chris and said. "See, I only told you to come outside and greet your daddy but see what you've done to him? You've made him angry.... ". She paused a bit and looked back at Lewis before she returned her look to Chris. "What are you suppose to do now? ". She asked the boy.

"Go inside and read my book so I don't make him angry again... "

Wait, who just said that? Tell me that's not coming from a 6years old boy.. Please someone should tell me not to scream out my excitement. Woooooooo..... I want to scream.... This boy keeps giving me more reasons to love him more. I must confess, I'm very much excited for seeing what I'm seeing in front of me.

Am glad... Seriously, I'm happy today after seeing all your comments guys.

It only means one thing... Seeing all your comments above made me realise how lucky I am that none of you know exactly where I live. Or else, the rate at which you for flog my childish brain back to common sense go pass be careful.


Initially, my sole plan was to suspend all typings till the end of this month because I thought it rightly so, but just last week end, I grabbed my phone again and started typing. You know why? Because I saw Lionel Messi back on the field.

I was thinking it would take him nothing less than two months to recover from that horrible exit from the champions league but he proved me wrong and that experience became an eye opener for me.

I realise that after all said and done, I still never grow up. Despite the fact that I will be 28 on the 29th of this month, its a pity that I still carry this kind of brain for head like mushroom umbrella.

If Leonel messi that has promised us that he would deliver the champions league can get back to doing what he knows how to do best, then who am I? A bloody son of thunder whose number starts from 081?

Well, I'm sorry for keeping you waiting guys. I'm ready to face whatever punishment you deem fit for me. But one thing I can promise you is that, it will never happen again.



So now that we are friends again, I think you guys should please help me and manage this gift.

Its T. D. A 6.

THANKS. THIS IS TO A FRESH START .

CONTINUATION OF T. D. A 5



To cut the long story short, I gave an elderly woman who was going to the market a lift. On the way, I played a cunning trick on her that made her offer me her phone. I called Jide and after all the expected noise of surprise, he agreed to help me out. We arranged everything perfectly on the phone after which I gave him my online banking ID and password to complete the transaction to his own account. He agreed to help me make arrangements on how to get to Malaysia once the day breaks well enough.


He knew what he was getting into. He knew its a lot of risk. He knew this could land him in big trouble once things go awol, but all the same, he still wanted to help.

So, that was how my 2.5billion naira ended up in Jide's account with the hope of getting it back once I'm about to leave the country in two days time.

"Where are you now going? " Jide asked me as I was about to end the call.

"To see my ex-wife before I leave." I replied him.

"For what? ". He queried.

"To claim my child... I can't leave this country without him... " I answered back.

He grumbled some words at me but I quickly ended the call.

Nothing can change my mind from seeing and taking my child away from that snitching b!tch.


***


I parked the car beside the roughy road of the other street before making my way to the next one where my house - which now belongs to my ex-wife - is located.

This place is one of the most remote places inside the city of Ibadan so you don't expect me to see many people on the street. The street was as empty as my brain was, when I sat for my first Waec exams.

I purposely built the one storey, four bedroom flat there for the main sake of getting safety from any enemy. But ironically, it's now a place where my enemies live. I know why Joke choose this particular house. Its probably to hide herself away from the wrath of my family members and friends that are looking for her. Only Jide, whom I told of where she may likely be, knows about her whereabouts. Others are still living with the believe that she had traveled back to the united states.

I was still clad in my white celestial garment which has underneath it my green prison vest and shorts.

The gate was closed by the time I sighted it from a few distance away. Technically, there is absolutely no way for me to get inside unless I knock the gate. But I can't do that. Not just yet. My plan is to get inside discreetly to confirm if my child is still living with Joke or he has travelled back to the states with Nike.

I pray to find him inside. Once I find him, then, I will know how to handle my ex-wife to make her release the child to me.

One of my prison mates have taught us how to mix a few quantity of garlic with a few salt and dettol to induce a lenghty hours of sleep on someone. So once she hands over the child to me, the next thing to do is to make her sleep for two days. By the time she wakes up, I would be out of the country. I just pray and hope to find her alone inside the house. My plan will go smoothly if I met her with only my child.

PERFECT PLAN.


I spent more than thirty minutes outside the gate, looking for means to get inside the house before I noticed that the gate was about to be opened.

I stood at alert immediately a car started approaching from the opposite direction of the road. It was a wine colored corolla sport. A padded one. I remained clueless as to who the owner is because the side glasses were tinted ones but I have one thing in my mind, to sneak inside once the car drives in. All I need to do is just to hide beside the car as it moves in. There's a flower plantation at the inner side of the fence that almost link to the main entrance of the house. So once I get myself inside, I will hide inside the flowers pending the time whoever is driving the car will spend outside.

That was my plan.


***


5 minutes later, I was still hiding behind the flowers because the person that drove the car is yet to get down. The person seemed very busy with some stuffs. The gate was already closed with the same remote control used in opening it.

I was getting increasingly uncomfortable inside the flower but I still managed to maintain my cool.

Shortly later, the front door of the house flew open. A very small figure appeared from there and started approaching the parked car. It wasn't until the figure got nearer to the car that my brain told me that that was my Chris. My now six years old son with Doris, Joke's mother.

The boy had grown very rapidly in size that you can easily mistake him for a ten year old boy.

Not fat but tall with a potential athletic body. Fair in complexion like me and also very hairy. He had on a purple Tom and Jerry top and short knickers. The dark curly low cut hair on his head is all the necessary X needed to complete the equation of his fine boy outlooks.

Seeing him again sent some sort of inexpressible feelings to my body. The boy is just too cute for me to do without.

Either by fire or by force, I must take him with me today. I prepared my mind for the task ahead as the door of the car opened and someone stepped outside of it.

That person? Was LEWIS. THE BRAIN BEHIND MY PRESENT PREDICAMENT.


T. B. C

CONTINUATION OF T. D. A 5.




At that junction, my eyes were already filled with emotional tears. Not even once have I ever thought that someone else could be passing through something more cruel than what I'm facing. I dropped to my knees and begin to sob quietly.

I was weeping profusely that I was bathed in my own tears. Reason why I was engaged in that mood was best known to me alone. I truly felt pity for this man before me.

"My child, now you see that this life isn't fair to all his wives. I can show you hundred of others like this man without having to go outside this prison yard but unfortunately, time isn't enough. And all of them are still striving hard to overcome the ugly challenges that this life is throwing at them. I want you to also join them in doing so.

Life is like a school. But the only difference is, in school, you learn before tests, while in life, you got to learn through the tests. How well you pass now depends on how much you've learn through each phases of those tests...

Before I go, let me give you two expos that can make you pass the tests of life.

No matter what, remain determined and resilient. Those two things are life's kryptonite.... "

The man finished talking and held my shoulder.
"Time is up. You should go now... "

The next thing that greeted my ears after the last words of the man were the noises of honking taxis.

My eyes flew open immediately. I was suprised to find myself still lying on the driver seat of the car. I glanced around and saw that I was blocking some cars from entering the filling station and a fuel attendant is already coming to accost me.

I didn't waste time to speed off from the spot.

***


I entered the center of Ibadan at exactly 7:25am. The heavy thoughts of what the elderly man said to me in my dream lingered in my mind as I drove the car on the road.

I decided to make a new plan. I decided that day to stop complaining about how life has been treating me. I decided to make best of the new opportunity I just found in this complicated freedom of mine. Not spiritually, I need to be born again.



I must get out of this country before two days time. I can't risk getting caught by the law enforcement agencies. That would be so catastrophic. It would be like fry pan to fire.

In order to get out of this country, I need to find a way to get my money from the bank, and to do that, I need the help of someone I can trust.

The only person that falls in that category is my therapist. Even though I don't know where she lives, she however remained the only person I can bet my life on. Apparently, the only problem I have now is how to contact her. Even if I get a phone, I don't even know her number off hand.


I continued driving with half mind as the other half of my mind was occupied with finding ways to solve my present predicament.

"What of Jide?" I suddenly said to myself as the name crept into my mind.

Wait, wait... I know what you want to say. You want to say "Darous, why Jide of all people remember how he betrayed you before? Or have your silly brain forgotten all the bad things he did to you in the past? Now you want to trust him with 2.5billion naira? "

I know that's what you want to say but please hold it... let me tell you why his name is even worthy of consideration.

"Truly, I don't fully trust him (like you've rightly said, at least not after everything he has done in the past that led me to this situation) but as it stands, he's the only one I know his number off hand, and again, he has proved himself to be a trusted ally each time he has paid me a visit in the prison. Not a single week has passed without him paying me a giftful visit in the prison.

He was the one that told me everything going on about Joke and his sister. He has been feeding me with a lot of information about them since I was locked up. He's the one that told me that Joke has left the city of Abeokuta and she now lives at one of my houses here in Ibadan which is where I'm heading now. If not for him, how would I know of that important info? Apart from that, remember how he helped me with Chioma? And the role he played in getting me and Joke back together? If all that are not enough to trust him a bit, then I'm sorry, you have to excuse me. I'm presently on the move, please make way for me... Thanks for your concern. Biko.

Let me test his loyalty with this 2.5million naira.

I concluded in my mind to trust him.

CONTINUATION OF T. D. A 5.



Without even bothering to check who it is, I opened the door and behold, staring at me with a blurry dark set of eyes was a man covered in grey hairs and white overall.

He beckoned to me to step outside. I obliged instantly and began to follow him in the direction he took.
The atmosphere was terrifyingly quiet. An angel seemed to have pacified the crying sky and it had stopped raining. What was left of it were mere hiccups of water.

We took some measurable steps forward on our nonstop walk before the man leading me away began to talk in a relatively calm voice.

"For the past four years, I have been forced to listen to your unending rants and complaints about how life has been treating you. What I don't really understand is how you possibly think the whole word revolves around you alone. What you fail to realise is that this life has got a lot of other things on its plate to handle than focusing all its attention on only you.

The fishes in the sea were living a fearless and peaceful life until the man that built the first ship was born. Likewise the birds in the sky and the animals in the forest.

You are already engaged to this life the moment you were born into it. You instantly become his wife. He fuucks everyone like you would Bleep your own wife whichever way you want. At times, he decides to fucck you with tender and care and also at times, he decides to go hard. You have no choice than to surrender your pusea to him. Not only you is facing the hardest dicck of life. There are thousand of other people out there that are facing what's a lot more worse than what your grumbling mind can ever comprehend."

"I stand to disagree with you sir... ". I countered the old man. "What I've faced this past years is more than what others experienced in three lifetimes. I can.... "

"You sure about that?" The man asked but he gave me no chance to reply before he suddenly grabbed my hand and said in a whisper. "Let me show you this...let me show you that life is what happens to you when you are busy on other plans..... ". Shortly after he said that, I suddenly found myself back inside the prison where I'd just escaped from. Fear quickly enveloped my heart as I starred at the arrays of fellow inmates snoring on the cold floor. Only that this part of the prison is not where I slept earlier.

Releasing my hand, the man stepped forward and stood in front of a light skinned man who had his head rested against the wall as he slept on. His face was covered in rough hairs and black stripes. Age and the man appeared to be at logger heads as wrinkles could be visibly seen on his facial outline.


"See this man here, " The old man began. His face still remained blurred as he speaks. "He his inside this wall for an offence he knew nothing about. As you see him, he became an orphan at the tender age of thirteen. His parents left him with absolutely nothing to live with. Still, despite the cruel treatments from his family, he still strived hard to graduate from the university. He sponsored himself all through to the graduation stage. He did a lot of menial jobs to finish his education.
Five years after graduating, he still remained jobless. Isn't that enough to start thinking of suicide? But no, he'd rather become a full time motor conductor. He spent another three years as a conductor until a near-life-claiming accident made him to resign. Yes, you heard that quite well. Now, let me tell you about the incident that led him here. After the conductor work, he looked for another means of survival. Unlike nowadays when there are lots of labour jobs to do to survive, back then in the early 2000, there is still little of those.

You know what he started doing?

He started selling pawpaw. Yes, pawpaw. He would pluck some pawpaw and sell it to a woman at a nearby mini market in his area. The woman pays him 4naira per one. So to eat a three square meal, he must pluck up to 12. You see how arduous that sounds? Still he never give up. Back to the incident that brought him here, on this fateful day, he was coming back from a small bush in a street far from his house where he had went to pluck the pawpaws. He had barely walked a few distance when one of the polythene bags he was carrying the pawpaw with busted. Thereby, sending four of the pawpaws rolling on the floor of the bushy walk way.

He had no choice than to look for another means to get his goods across to the woman.
Frantically, he searched around for another polythene bag and luckily for him, he saw one filled with refuse dumps sitting beside the fence of a duplex situated close to the road that links to the bushy walkway.

He approached the bag with the sole aim of pouring out the refuse but as he was about to do so, a security man suddenly ordered him to stop. Suprised, he looked at the approaching security man. The security man got to him and started accusing him of trying to dump refuse beside the fence of his boss house.

This man tendered his case and even told the security man to follow him to where his pawpaws were to prove his innocence but the security man would hear none of that.

One thing led to the other and people started gather around them. They asked this man to turn the polythene bag upside down so they could see what was inside it. The fear of getting a serious beating for an offence he knew nothing about made him succumb to their command.

This man received the greatest shock of his life when after turning the polythene bag upside down, the last things that dropped from it was too implicative. Two wards of five hundred naira notes and a pistol were the last things that fell from the bag after the few refuse on its top had dropped first.

You know, the police got involved and this man was arrested. They carried out investigations on the evidences and it was then that they found out that the same type of bullet that was used to assassinate a senator the previous week in that same street were the ones found inside the gun they retrieved from inside the polythene bag. The court sentenced this man to 34 years in jail based on the evidences found against him. All attempts to prove his innocence fell on deaf ear on. All his ambition, and aspiration and determination to become someone in life, all went into thin air because he was fuccked with the most hardest dicck of this life. 26years ago, he was striving to become someone, but unfortunately now, he could hardly recognise himself before a mirror.... "

5. THE DOG ATTENDANT. [T. D. A]


The time was 4:22am by the time I pulled over in front of the filling station situated along Apata there in the large city of Ibadan.

The reason why I stopped was because the rain was dropping heavily and water has started dominating the possession of the road.

I adjusted the seat of the car so I can relax well pending the time.
I had barely spent two seconds in my new posture when the memory of what happened hours ago began to highlight in my brain. The sudden death of Lovelyn still felt like an electric shock to me. I was finding it very difficult to come to terms with the ugly fact that another person had just died because of me.

'Why is it that everywhere I go, death usually follows?' I asked myself.

'Truly, Lovelyn played a larger role in her own death but must it be at my own expense? Cant she just find another time and place to die other than getting me involved?'

I held my head tightly as those thoughts continue to stream my troubled mind.

'Now her husband is after me. As if I don't already have enough problems to solve.. The police will soon be on my trail once the day breaks and my absence in the prison is known. They will instantly know that it was I that caused the chaos that happened few hours ago. The whole country will be searching for me.
The customs, police, army, soldier, Efcc, I.C.P.C, INEC, PHCN, NFL, airforce, waterforce, gaseousforce and spiritual force will all be on my trail. Ah, I'm now a fugitive because some sets of greedy individuals wants my money and last hope?.

Twenty four hours ago, I was snoring my life away under the roof of the Oba prison. Not in my wildest imaginations would I have ever thought that I will be in this kind of a mess in the next hours.

Darous, where did you took that costly wrong step that led you to this catastrophic junction? Where in your life did you got it soo wrong?' I queried myself while my teeths remained in a bitting relationship with my lower lips.

'Seriously, I miss those days. When I would wake up and the first thing that comes to mind is how to get to the soccer pitch very early so I can play the first set.

Days when merely starring at the big heap made up of my used clothes will be giving me ebolaristic headache.

Days when the journey to where to fetch water to bath is like a million kilometers to my then slouchy self.

Days when all the problem I had was to think of what to eat, what to wear and which party to attend. Days when my most concerns were plainly where to get a token of Hundred naira to watch a Chelsea match at the viewing center. Days when my concerns were where I would see hundred naira to recharge my line. Days when how to fucck Divatolas -my ex girlfriend- was the topmost of my priority. Honestly, I miss those days when I could visit any of my friends house to eat. Days when I can pick my phone to call my mum because I need Garri and rice and she would send them to me the following market day.

I thought being rich will be the solution to all my problems, I thought if I could just be like half of Dangote, all my problems would disappear...but little do I know that every status in life has its own equal problems.

In summary, I miss those days of being broke. Those days I used to complain about apparently turns out to be the most joyous days of my life, because those days were the only time I had peace of mind.


I continued to rant and rant for several minutes until...until...until... I said until I heard a knock on the glass window of the car I was inside.

Hello Mr blessed man, I just read the new update of the Dog attendant. I like the way you bring about the twist of the story, it was awesome. I pray God bless you with more knowledge and understanding and make u great in life.

There is a lot of battle and wars in front of Darous but I know he would conquer and have a happy ending at last. I want Nike and Lewis to pay for everything they do to Darous because he didn't do any bad thing to either Doris, Joke and Nike. He only wanted his family to be happy and forget all the pain he have cause her and Joke too is a good lady that really love darous but Nike and Lewis manipulate her to suit there own selfish purpose. I want Joke to find out the truth about Nike and remoursefully return all assets of Darous to him and they should finally be together. And Nike and Lewis should pay and regret all there actions and Chioma should end up in prison paying for all her crime and Darous should be free of all charges and become a free man.

Posted as sent to me by Rasheed Akeusola who is finding it difficult to register on Nairaland. Thanks buddy for the subscription gift. I appreciate it a lot. God bless.

CaptnSelfless:
Yeeeeeessssss....
Finally... TBM....
Well,welcome back.......
Thanks for d update and delivering d update when people are starting to lose faith...

Worry not,cos We will forgive you ur trespasses as The Lord forgives us our trespasses... And He will lead us not into temptation Buh deliver us from all evil,For His is the kingdom, the power and the glo........
Wait,I am beginning to quote the Bible just like our Great Writer.... TBM....
Forgive me my trespasses ooooo

Lemme come and be going before I start quoting the Holy Bible again......

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#CaptnSelfless

savage.... Lemme guess you are somehow related to Tiwa Savage right?