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    *CHRISTIANA*
    I’m spooked and afraid of this trial. It has
    gotten to this stage that I have to be prayerful
    and watchful. The end is near and might come
    in anytime. This is such an imperilling
    situation that makes me sad, even annoyed at
    times. Should I say my parents were benighted
    or what? This is hilarious! They were still
    unrepentant after Richie spoke with them, they
    weren’t impelled. It seems they did it on
    purpose.
    I’m nowfamiliar with Doctor Esther and
    Doctor Kate, they are my best friends after
    Stephanie. They’ve always told me to relax, all
    would be fine, they’ve been marvelous and
    interesting to be with. But, would all really be
    well?
    I can’t give any guy my heart because I might
    die, and wouldn’t want to cause him a broken
    or shattered heart. I hate seeing Stephanie up
    and doing just to keep me lively, I hate seeing
    tears in Richard’s eyes, I hate it when there’s
    no peace of mind just because of me, I also
    wish to be free like everyone! I wish to be free!
    I wish to be able to last for six months or
    beyond without being rushed to the hospital,
    I… I also.. want.. j… joy!
    ******
    “There’s no God!” Richard clouted the dressing
    mirror before him and kept his fist still on the
    shattered mirror that was left behind.
    He went down on his kneels and tears ran
    down his cheeks. Uche and Jay rushed into
    the room and met him on the floor. His left
    hand had started bleeding as he wept bitterly
    on his kneels. “This is too much for me to
    bear! It is!” He made a vehement outcry and
    laid on the floor.
    Uche and Jay stood close to each other and
    some steps away from Richard. The two gazed
    at each other continuously. They were
    becoming tired of Richard’s rambunctiousness,
    it seemed his emotion had taken over him
    finally. “I don’t like this, Richard. I don’t!”
    Uche scowled.
    Richard raised his head slowly and fixed his
    eyes on Uche, just like a collector fixes his
    insect with formalin. “I don’t like it likewise, I
    don’t want this to happen too. The more I
    remember God, I get mad!” He snorted.
    “What on earth makes you run mad whenever
    you remember God? Do you know you’re
    making me annoyed and even pissed off?” Jay
    spoke slowly.
    “Did I even mention God? Is there God at all?
    There’s definitely no God! None!” He tried to
    push himself up but his left hand couldn’t
    help. He fell back on the floor and swallowed.
    “God is wicked, that is if his existence is real.”
    “Just because of this trial?” Uche smiled
    faintly and took few steps to him up. He
    helped him up while Jay was fixed on the
    same spot and watched them.
    “You are wrong, Uche.” He said and struggled
    to gain a stand. He looked into his eyes for
    seconds and looked at his blood-stained hand
    then continued. “God is just partial.” He said
    softly and closed his eyes as tears fell.
    “Richard, watch your mouth!” Jay rebuffed.
    Richard looked at Jay with a grimace and
    went on his kneels again. “This is so
    unbearable, it is so sad. I wonder how she’s
    been managing, I fear death! She might die!”
    He burst into tears again.
    Jay then walked to Richard and ruffled his
    hair. “Stop this man, we have to get this
    wound treated now.” He told him.
    Richard gave a soft chuckle and looked at his
    hand. “Why should it be protected? Let me
    die!” He shrieked.
    Uche sniggered. “Is this how you wish to die?
    You couldn’t visit the kitchen to use a knife on
    yourself or even drink Dettol antiseptic, you
    should have perfected those ones before
    screaming.”
    Richard was breathing heavily. He stood up
    and bit his lower lip. “It’s time to ramble.” He
    said as he made the move to walk out.
    Uche drew him back and looked into his eyes.
    “Let’s get this laceration dressed and we then
    go to the club.”
    “Club? Bar section? You know I don’t follow
    you guys, you should know I hate drinking.”
    He scoffed.
    “Just to drink away your sorrows, if you don’t
    wish to drink, you should remain in the house.
    Don’t make an aimless ramble on a winding
    course!”
    “In this house, I might do what you suggested
    earlier on. I think you guys can go, lock me up
    in the house.” He smiled for some seconds
    and continued. “Don’t worry, I won’t die
    anyhow, I mean I won’t die in a rough way.
    You will meet a neat and well dressed corpse
    in the living room.”
    Jay laughed. “This guy still dey craze! E be
    like say you don dey drink the drink wey you
    talk say you no want?”
    Uche faced Jay. “Should we not go?”
    “Why won’t we go? I’ve been sleepless
    throughout the week because I’ve not been
    able to set my eyes on the beautiful lady for
    seven days now.”
    Richard hissed and walked into the bathroom
    to clean his hand and take a cold shower.
    Uche stood by the door, he wished he could
    monitor him more than that. He knew it had
    been tough on Richard, he had always felt for
    his sister who could die anytime.
    He took a deep breath and sat on Richard’s
    bed when he discovered that he had just
    entered into the bathroom to bath, not to
    follow his deadly suggestions. If he were in his
    shoes, he might have done what he suggested
    so as to terminate his life soon. Really, of
    what importance is life when it cannot be lived
    gleefully? Richard had mostly been boisterous,
    was he really to be blamed?
    His enthusiasm had gone down the drain. He
    hardly smiled. A month wouldn’t end without
    rushing Christiana to the hospital. It was
    irksome! It was very revolting! Richard had a
    strong aversion for it. He did mostly stare at
    his sister in the hospital bed and both would
    be weeping. It was such a jeopardizing
    situation.
    “Guys, go and get ready. I think I should
    follow you today.” Richard said as he stepped
    out of the bathroom in towel.
    “You want to follow us?” Uche’s eyes widened.
    “Yes, go and get dressed.” He stared at him.
    Uche and Jay smiled. It was incredulous,
    wasn’t it? They never knew Richie would
    concur. It was at least better for him that way,
    rather than meandering. The two dashed out
    of the room, it seemed the friday would be
    great.
    ———————-
    “Having two graduates is what I have always
    wanted, I thank God you guys concluded
    everything well.” Davies smiled and sipped
    from the mist-covered glass of wine in his
    right hand.
    Pemisire plopped down the cushion and gave
    a long breath. “Dad! It wasn’t an easy thing,
    all the same, a man’s…”
    “-destiny” Pemisayo concluded it for her. She
    grinned as she shook her head wondering the
    kind of twin sister she had. Everyone knew her
    with those words- a man’s destiny.
    Pemisayo rested her back on the chocolate-
    brown sofa with flared arms. Resting her back
    couldn’t make her legs touch the the white
    terracotta tile in the living room which ties the
    interior to the exterior, practical and easy-to-
    clean type. She had to place her legs on the
    black glassy stool which was dazzling
    lustrous due to it’s reflectivity, caused by the
    eye-dimming illumination from the wall
    sconces whose sources were concealed.
    The living room was a big one with an orange
    curtain round the windows and a 49inch LCD
    TV mounted to the wall, located about a foot
    below ceiling. It had two wall mounted shelves
    directly below the TV, two glass coffee tables
    with metal framing and two more lamps and
    leather recliner. As big as the house was,
    there was no derelict part in it.
    Pemisayo stared at her twin sister- Pemisire
    and beamed. She was clad in a black gown
    whose fabric was sequenced elegantly. She
    looked smart and beautiful in the dress. “Your
    nickname.” She smiled.
    “It’s the reality, if you guys don’t know.” She
    replied and licked her lower lip, she smiled
    and tweaked her nose. “A man’s destiny will
    surely get him what it has in stock, either
    good or bad. I think the prayer should be –
    God should help us change anything bad in
    our destinies to good one.” She added.
    “But in a man’s destiny, there are some things
    that might look somewhat bad but they just
    look that way just to get the man to his or her
    promise land, they are good qualities.” Davies
    chimed in as he dropped the wine glass on the
    stool before him and pressed his lips together.
    “Anyhow, I just know a man’s destiny can’t be
    changed.” Pemisire sprung to her feet. “I guess
    I have to ease myself.” She said as she dusted
    her skirt. As she stood, she was five feet, seven
    inches tall, dressed in a v-neck with an oval
    button which had a design of love on it. She
    wore a white skirt designed with flowers, the
    skirt had blue ruffles at the end and the
    flowers are light pink with yellow pollen. She
    also had a white belt at the middle which
    looked like strip.
    Pemisire was elegant and rich in glamour. If
    words could describe perfection, this would be
    it. She was not chunky, neither slim, ‘average’
    could be the best word to use on her.
    “You and this english of yours… how do you
    guess you want to ease yourself?” Pemisayo
    chuckled.
    “I’ve been feeling ill at ease for a while, I think
    it’s high time I urinated.” She smiled and
    walked in.
    She walked slowly as she pressed buttons on
    her handheld until she flung the door open
    and yawned. It was late already, she was tired
    due to the stress she had that day. She had to
    dance with her friends at the get-together
    party for hours. After she had eased herself,
    she picked up her dairy and wrote something
    inside it.
    She sat on her Queen-sized soft-side bed and
    drooped the dairy on it. The room was a not
    too big, it had richly coloured tapestries on
    the wall, fuzzy black accent pillows with
    leopard and tiger rugs and a pink silk canopy.
    The room was painted pink, floor to ceiling
    with two shelves in it. One of the shelves had
    books of various types- novels, diaries and
    some other textbooks while the other was the
    home of DVDs. There were also one white
    acoustic guitar, a nylon guitar and an electric
    one that all inclined against the shelves.
    The room also had a flat panel television with
    two black speakers at the front. The dresser
    held the personal undergarments and
    unmentionable. The room had a centered
    traditional chandelier with a trasitional close-
    to-ceiling fixture that produced the basic
    illumination and created a welcoming
    atmosphere. The air conditioner and the
    window was blacked out.
    She sprawled on the bed when the door to her
    room screeched open. She dropped her phone
    and sat up. “Dad.” She called and smiled
    chivalrously.
    Davies walked in with an attaché case which
    was a box-style case made of leather,
    scrunched over a hinged frame that opens into
    two compartments. “Daughter, I’ve come here
    because I think you can be trusted.” He said
    and sat beside her.
    “Trust?” She repeated as she squinted her face.
    She wasn’t sure of what trust meant at that
    particular time. She knew Lawrence- his friend
    whom he trusted so much, she wondered if he
    had been sold down the river by his friend, to
    make him come to her. Wasn’t she to be
    trusted before? Since her mother died of
    cancer, Davies had no other person who he
    did confine in but Lawrence, was there any
    skirmish?
    “Yes.” He smiled and dropped the attaché
    case on the floor. “Mart said he’s going to die
    soon.” He stopped abruptly and swooshed out
    a long breath. “He called me today and gave
    me this.” He pointed his index finger at the
    attaché case on the floor and faced Pemisire.
    “Promise me you will keep this as a secret,
    even from your twin sister.” He dimmed his
    eyes and looked more serious.
    “I… do Dad.” She drawled. Her father’s
    reaction was getting suspicious, what could be
    in the case that he kept from his friend and
    even Pemisayo? Though, Pemisire was an
    easy-going type, she did talk but wasn’t a
    largiloquent type like her sister. All she did do
    was to admonish people concerning life, she
    was a serious and Godly lady.
    “Good.” He smiled and continued as he picked
    up the case and placed it on his laps. “This
    attaché case contains Mart’s classic
    documents. He said he insisted that he must
    be flown back to Nigeria because he was sure
    to die any moment and wouldn’t want his
    business to collapse. This case contains
    everything that has to do with all he has all
    over the world.” He was silent for a while
    before he opened the attaché case.
    “According to him, anyone who has this case
    with him or her is already like him already, a
    multi-billionaire. He has no child, neither a
    wife, not even a person to be trusted but me.
    He told me what he had written in his will,
    that anyone with the classic documents is
    entitled to everything he has on earth.”
    Pemisire’s eyes widened. For Davies to have
    the classic documents, they’ve sure have
    caught a big fish. Who didn’t know Mart
    Foods all over Nigeria? It had various
    branches of the company in sixteen states in
    Nigeria and was a multi-billionaire. His real
    name was Michael Matthew and coined the
    name out of the latter. He had a food-
    processing companies, construction
    companies where various raw materials and
    finished products were been produced like-
    Mart noodles, Mart sugar, Mart rice and even
    Mart cement.
    “Dad.” She called him softly. She was awed by
    the explanations her father had made and kept
    breathing heavily. She stared at him without
    blinking, it was a vital thing that her father
    just got.
    “Now, I’m not sure about my safety.” He
    sniffled. “If anything happens to me, make
    sure you keep this case as a secret because I
    see danger on the way. Please Pemisire, know
    the kind of person you put your trust in, if
    possible don’t trust anyone. I just got to know
    I’ve been confining in someone who do not
    wish me well. From all indications, Lawrence
    may attack me.”
    “Dad, stop this joke! He’s your friend now.”
    “I got to know more about him today. He
    overheard everything Mart told me and when I
    left Mart’s place, he kept staring at this
    attaché case with me. He looked annoyed and
    was portend. In case anything happens, make
    away with this case with your twin sister and
    keep your identity unleaked because every
    man on earth, even his lawyer would want to
    have these documents.”
    It was eight years already that he had been
    working at the headquarters of Mart Foods
    with his best friend- Lawrence. He was a man
    in his late fifties and a cheerful type.
    Pemisire smiled. “Nothing can happen.”
    “I pray so.” He said and closed the attaché
    case. He handed it over to her and stood up.
    “I have to leave now so that your sister won’t
    suspect anything.”
    “But dad, this looks partial. You should have
    called her along.” Pemisire stood carrying the
    case with her two hands.
    “It’s not that I’m being paranoid to your sister,
    the fact that she’s garrulous and I know you’re
    reticent.” He replied and walked out of the
    room.
    ————–
    Richard walked into the bar- a dusky and
    dank place filled with best friends, lovers or
    maybe ex-lovers. As he walked in, he
    amalgamated the smell of drinks and various
    sweats that outraged his nostrils as he
    inhaled deeply. As he motioned further, his
    eyes were already adjusting to the imminent
    darkness. He turned his head and looked
    round, he could see seats that had been filled
    up. He walked with his friends to the empty
    barstroll in a corner where there were bright
    spots on the wall, illuminating faces and
    people in there.
    He could then see that it wasn’t totally dark,
    it was his first time. “As usual.” Jay said as
    he smiled at the bartender and sat down.
    “As usual?” Richard muttered under his breath
    and took his seat. He placed his wounded
    hand on the table and continued looking
    around the bar, it seemed someone was
    smoking there. He finally found the lady and
    shook his head. “I think meandering is far
    better than all these things.” He tapped Uche
    as he spoke.
    “Abeg oh, Richard! Why would you meander?
    Let’s drink and return home, this is the only
    way you can forget things easily.”
    “Really? Drinking? All about forgetting all the
    bad things, right?” He smiled faintly.
    “Yes, it will wash down your worries.” Jay
    cooed.
    Richard smiled faintly. “Red wine.” He told
    Jay. “And, what’s your usual?” He asked.
    Jay grinned. “You know say you be small boy,
    I take gin and tonic.”
    “He’s new in the game..” Uche chimed in,
    smiling.
    “Anyhow.” He hissed faintly and smiled.
    As he smiled, he looked down and started
    thinking again. He was muttering in a way no
    one would hear him, wondering if God really
    existed. If he did, why would he give some
    people long life and even prosperity and on
    the other hand, give some people a short time
    to live on earth. It was pestiferous! Some
    people would be filled with mirth, while other
    people lachyrmose.
    He was in a flurry state. He was melancholic.
    It was usually a thing of great fear whenever
    he remembered his sister- Christina as an
    anemic patient. He had heard many people
    who did eventually die after all the struggles
    and pains.
    He had always asked himself if Christiana
    wouldn’t end hers in the grave. He had head of
    testimonies likewise, he had heard people who
    scraped through and made it, but they’ve just
    been ten out of a thousand! Would Christiana
    be part of those that would scrape through it?
    He didn’t know he had started crying again
    until he was tapped by Uche. He then raised
    his head and wiped his tears. He had been
    served the wine then and his friends had
    started drinking.
    “A skunk can’t bite and give off it’s scent at a
    time! Either you drink or be depressed! For
    God’s sake your sister is still alive, she’s not
    dead. You should be happy concerning that, if
    she sees you like this do you expect her to be
    happy? You’ll even make her sadder because
    all she’s going to be thinking of would be
    death! Man, be serious!”
    Richard sighed. “I believe all is well.” He said
    and started drinking.
    They were the three young guys that worked
    with Maverick Company and had been friends
    since their tertiary education. The three were
    employed into the big company and decided
    to live together.
    —————
    ….a man’s destiny…
    Temitope Daniel Abimbola

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    Episode 2

    So how’s Debbie?” Uche asked Richard.
    Richard stroked his beard. “We broke up.” He
    hissed and picked up his drink again.
    “You broke up?” Uche asked again, this time
    surprised. He kept his eyes on the
    overwhelmed Richard and shook his head
    continuously. “This will be the third lady… I
    don’t even know, I think fourth.” He tried to
    remember as he closed his eyes. “Yeah.. four
    of them.” He surmised.
    Richard chuckled softly. “They’ve been
    frustrating.” He said as he stared at Jay who
    discussed with the female bartender.
    “I don’t think you still follow your popular
    heuristic rule, this is annoying! When will you
    settle down? Guy, don’t let your sister’s health
    turn you to something else!”
    “I don’t think they have true love for me.” He
    smiled faintly and drank from the cup.
    “Is it that they don’t have true love for you or
    that you an unrequited love for them? Guy,
    wake up!”
    “I love them, they’ve always tried to be rivals
    between my sister and I.”
    “You should be optimistic concerning your
    sister, don’t think otherwise. Try to calm
    yourself down, life is not a bed of roses, I have
    my own problem too.” Uche said passionately.
    “Yes, you do! You’re even wrong, you were
    meant to say that you have your problems
    too, oral diarrhea that won’t make you keep
    shut!” He hissed.
    Uche was tight-lipped for a moment as he
    stared at him. “You still have a lot to work on,
    your sense of humor is really.. I don’t know!”
    Richard laughed. “You won’t know. I love my
    sister, I love Christie, she’s my life.”
    “It’s not your fault.” Uche started drinking.
    Richard swallowed. “It’s my parents’ fault! If
    the didn’t marry each other, would they put
    my sister in such a menacing situation? I
    wonder what brought them together, I wonder
    why they deliberately married just to make
    themselves happy and make us unhappy. It’s
    sad.” He placed his head on his hands as he
    started weeping again.
    Christina was all he had. To him, she was the
    best sister in the world. She had a bad state
    of health because she was anemic, hardly
    would there be a month that she wouldn’t be
    rushed to the hospital. He had fought his
    parents because they got married to ruin their
    joy, he had been an unhappy guy since his
    sister’s sickness got worse. He wasn’t chirpy
    any longer, he had developed hatred for ladies
    because they always caution him to take
    things easy. He’d say- they don’t have true
    love, if they did, they would cater for his
    sister.
    “Guy!We aren’t at home oh, we are in the
    public.” Uche said softly as he tapped him.
    Richard wiped his tears and raised head
    again. “One thing about me is that I can’t keep
    my characters for a lady. I love my sister, fine!
    If she loves me, she’s going to stay and if she
    doesn’t, let her go!”
    “Alright, that is if you’ve not been bad to these
    ladies.”
    “If they see it as a bad thing, fine! I’ve always
    tried to clear my conscience, you know I’m
    guileless.” He said and continued drinking.
    “Alright… alright.” Uche gave an awkward grin
    and squinted his face.
    Richard and Christina were like two peas in a
    pod.
    *******
    As Pemisire kept the attaché case under her
    soft-side bed, she rushed because her sister
    might walk in. After getting it done, she
    smiled and sat again.
    She picked up her diary and wrote inside,
    perhaps she might have written what just
    happened inside it. After she did that, she
    discovered she just made a big mistake. What
    if her diary was found? She nodded
    continuously, “I have to be very watchful.”
    She picked up her mobile phone and called
    her best friend- Helen. She felt it was a while
    she heard her voice. After the call, she picked
    up her acoustic guitar and sat again.
    She was a music composer and had a lot of
    songs composed. She loved playing guitar
    anytime, it looked as if it did wash her worries
    down. Sometimes she remembered her mother,
    the guitar would be her best friend, to keep
    her lively. As she played, she moved her head
    slowly with the rhythm of the song she sang
    along. She was filled with mirth. Her soul was
    lifted as she sang with passion. It was her life,
    as her twin sister liked to write stories. Both
    were extremely blessed with talents.
    After she played for some minutes, she
    dropped it back and darted out of the room.
    She went to the kitchen to prepare herself
    something. She couldn’t eat at the get-
    together party like her sister did and was
    famished already.
    She was in the kitchen when the doorbell
    chimed. “Who’s this person? This night?” She
    asked herself calmly as she leaned against the
    refinished oak cabinet.
    The kitchen was a big one with a ceramic
    tiles, it had an open plan with a refinished oak
    cabinet and pane style cabinet doors.
    Stainless steel cookers which had at least five
    tops, a black dishwasher, a microwave which
    was near the white deep fryer plugged to the
    wall and sink which had a window over it,
    covered with a floral curtain. It had a rack for
    the utensils and brushed stainless appliances.
    She tried to peep and saw two guys that
    walked in. “Who are these ones?” She asked
    herself as she gazed at them. The guys sat
    down freely, smiling as they admired the
    house.
    “I think trouble is brewing.” She said as she
    took in a long breath and exhaled deeply.
    Pemisayo locked up the door and decided to
    leave the living room for the visitors when she
    was called back by the guys, to have her seat.
    One of them started the discussion with a
    buirdly voice. “I learnt you are three inside this
    house, where’s the last lady?”
    Davies was getting terrified as he stared at
    them. To him, they didn’t look armed but if
    they weren’t, they wouldn’t come in just like
    that. The approach looked affrightening.
    There was silence for a while. Pemisire had
    stopped peeking, her heartbeat had increased
    as she left the place she stood. Her father had
    said it, it seemed they came for the classic
    documents already. What would she do? Run
    away? She wasn’t certain, she wasn’t sure of
    what to be done. She could maneuver her way
    into the room, but if she ran away, what of her
    father and her twin sister? She was now ill at
    ease properly, thinking on what to do. She had
    left her phone inside the room, and did that
    even matter then? What mattered was the
    safety of the three and the classic documents!
    She thought and peeped again.
    The earlier, the better. She walked stealthily
    across the dinning room. It was Pemisayo
    that saw her as she tiptoed inside the house,
    the guys sat backing the dining room where
    Pemisire walked through. She had to do
    everything with ease, it looked as if they were
    desperate to get her.
    She opened the door to her room gently and
    got hold of the attaché case when she heard
    the roaring voices of the guys from where she
    was. She looked around the room to reach her
    phone but couldn’t find it. She must have left
    it in the kitchen, thinking she left the room
    without it earlier.
    She had started panicking as she held on to
    the case firmly. What would she do? She
    summoned courage and walked out of the
    room quietly so she could hear what the
    discussion was all about. “Get me the last
    lady!” She heard vividly.
    She was in the bigger sitting room that was
    upstairs then. Should she descend the stairs?
    She was antsy and confused already. Or has it
    been known that she was with the classic
    documents already? The documents every man
    would want to have.
    She heard the shout of her twin sister and the
    attaché case fell from her hands due to the
    fear. “Someone is still in this house, go and
    get her.” One of the guys addressed the other
    as they heard the hollow thud made by the
    case. She picked up the case quickly. She had
    known that would stir up their zeal to get her.
    She ran through the stairs behind the house
    to the backyard. How could she tell if there
    was one of those guys at the gate? Her big
    brown eyes started squeezing out tears.
    ******
    “Another.. shot!” Richard hit the glass cup on
    the table. He was drunk already and needed
    more of the wine.
    This time, Jay had returned back to his seat
    to start drinking. He stared at Richard and
    shook his head. “How many glasses has he
    taken?”
    “I don’t know.. he’s just been drinking.” Uche
    replied as he yawned.
    “I don’t think he should take anything any
    longer. Though, I think this is better than
    wandering around.” Jay said.
    “A lot better! If he had been wandering around
    the whole place, he might be robbed or might
    have done something bad to himself. All the
    same, he shouldn’t get drunk to this state.”
    “If she dies, I die!” Richard said and started
    mumbling some incoherent words too. He had
    lost all coordination.
    “It seems this guy is going to cause a scene.”
    Jay said as he dropped his drink and looked
    around if there was no one watching them.
    “Richard, stop this.” He winced.
    Uche nudged him but he just laughed.
    “Christina is my life! She must not die oh! If
    she dies, everyone is going to die.” He
    continued babbling until his friends helped
    him up.
    It seemed they overstayed already, they should
    get going.
    ————-

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    Dis is interesting n captivating. Pls more of It.

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    next pls

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    Episode 3

    Pemisire was still at the same spot until she
    made a move to peep at the entrance, if there
    was no one there. She didn’t know what would
    become of her father and twin sister if she ran
    away. She was agitated, short of ideas at that
    time. If she didn’t leave that spot as early as
    possible, she might even be caught.
    ————–
    “Alright, tell me. Where are the classic
    documents?” The guy questioned Davies.
    He had already made them kneel on the floor
    as he stood like a mountain before them,
    wearing the face of a hungry lion that could
    devour any animal seen. He was breathing
    heavily, to make his anger known to them.
    “There are no classic documents.” Davies
    replied.
    “I hateliars!” The guy roared as he hit his
    hand on Davies’ head and made him lay on
    the floor. His breathing hadn’t changed,
    neither the look on his face. He looked into
    Pemisayo’s eyes and walked closer to her. “I
    repeat, for the last time. Where is that bag in
    which documents are?”
    Pemisayo couldn’t tell. She didn’t even know
    any document existed, if she knew, she’d have
    told the furious guy before her as she shivered
    on her kneels. She was just quiet, it was just a
    earring that was on her, the second one must
    have fallen while she was trying to obey the
    assassin.
    He gave a wicked laughter and brought out
    his phone. He punched some buttons and
    stepped aside to make a call, maybe to the
    person who sent them. “Proving stubborn
    boss.” He said and was quiet for a moment.
    “Alright, the ball is in my court? I’ll waste
    them.” He said and ended the call. He walked
    back to them exasperatingly and pulled Davies
    up. “Now…” he was about to talk when his
    accompanist stepped out. “No other person.”
    He stated as he walked closer.
    “No problem. They will be wasted.” He
    laughed and faced Davies again. “Where are
    the documents? For your information, Mart is
    already dead and all his companies would be
    shut down soon. You know what I’m saying,
    don’t you?”
    Davies had lost control then, he looked worn
    out as he knelt before him. “I.. d.. don..don’t.”
    He stammered.
    “Don’t tell me that crap!” He blurted as he
    stood upright and faced the fellow guy.
    “What do we do now?” The guy asked.
    “I was told they are three in this house, make
    sure you get that last lady! From all
    indications, it seems she has the documents.”
    He responded swinging his hands along.
    “Alright.” The guy replied and hastened back.
    *****

    PEMISIRE

    I think I better go inside back. This guy keeps
    repeating that word ‘waste’, was it Lawrence
    that sent them? If this classic documents will
    be the one to destroy my family, I think going
    back will be the best. Pemisayo must not die,
    neither dad. What have they been passing
    through there? There’s no way I can raise an
    alarm, I’m not sure if they’ve not been in some
    places, hiding and watching out to get me.
    This is frustrating! I reall.. I really don’t know!
    Money is the root of all evil, if not for the
    wealth, why would they be looking for the
    documents? What’s the….. wait, was that a
    gun…shot gunshot?”
    ******
    “Pemi!” Pemisire screamed as she shook her
    twin sister continuously. She was shivering,
    tears running down her cheeks as she held on
    to her and screamed again. She had flung the
    attaché case to a side and was in the saddest
    mood ever. The white terracotta tiles had turn
    to red already as the blood of her twin sister
    and father had gushed out immensely. “No!”
    She weeped.
    She turned around and sighted her father
    again. “Your…id..identity..tity..” he said and
    gave up at once.
    She never knew he could still speak, she held
    on to his Ankara dress and shouted. She
    turned to her twin sister too, she didn’t even
    know which to hold, it was still like a dream.
    She was breathing heavily, her cherished white
    skirt had turned red, even her v-neck was
    blood-stained. It really looked like the end.
    *******

    SATURDAY MORNING.
    Richard rose up from his brass full-sized bed
    and yawned. He shook his head and yawned
    again and stretched along. As he opened his
    eyes fully, they caught the pieces of the
    shattered mirror on the floor. He couldn’t pack
    it up the night before.
    He took a glance at his wounded hand and
    raised his head to check what time it was. It
    was six-thirty in the morning. He scratched
    his head snd sank back into the bed.
    As he sat, he stared at the picture of his sister
    that was placed on the Sony Television which
    was at a certain angle, facing the bed. His
    room was not too big but it was well
    decorated for him, by his friends. He didn’t
    have time for decorating the room, all he did
    was to enter into the room to either sleep or
    cry.
    The room was wallpapered in predominantly
    christain calligraphies on the lavender walls.
    It had two windows, adjacent to each other
    and with a computer table which had a
    swiveling lamp, placed on it. He had his shoe
    rack at angle, near to his wardrobe and
    checkered curtains. The room also had a small
    gray bookshelf filled with some of his files and
    diaries, a well rugged abode with a brown
    ceiling fan.
    “I think this alcohol worked out.” He said
    softly as he laid his hand on his sister’s
    picture and stared at it. Usually, he wouldn’t
    sleep like he did, he did sleep for few hours
    and use the remaining hours of the night to
    cry or question God.
    It would be a very nice thing to keep doing, if
    that would scare his worries away. “Christina
    Omolara.” He called her name softly and
    smiled faintly. As he kept staring, his phone
    buzzed.
    “Hope there’s no problem again?” He asked
    Stephanie as he picked up the call.
    “She’s ill.” Steph replied Richard almost
    instantaneously.
    “Again?” He asked as he looked terrible, down
    in tears again. He flung the phone to the other
    side of the bed and knelt on the floor as
    usual. “Anaemia!” He burst out.
    He stood on his feet at once and walked out of
    his room, aiming to drive to his parent’s
    house. He looked bellicose

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    Oh Pemisire! U got it rite. Money is d root of all evil. May God safeguard u with d case.

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