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Lost But Satisfied By Akíntayo Akinjide

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Lost But Satisfied By Akíntayo Akinjide by Akinjidetayo(m) : 12:45 pm On Dec 11, 2018

I've posted this. But some guys are yet to read it...


Let's journey through...

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Re: Lost But Satisfied By Akíntayo Akinjide by Akinjidetayo(m) : 12:45 pm On Dec 11, 2018

Misplaced Identity

Noises, laughter, scream.
He opened his eyes. The expression that might be found on a man that had just woken was the grim expression. This was the expression on his face. Yet, he wasn't having such expression because it was typical of a person waking. Rather, he was having the expression because he couldn’t help it.
The room of someone who was just waking was supposed to be his or her room, but he was sure he had never seen that room before in his life. The shoes should be his. But he couldn’t remember ever putting any of them on. Even the clothes on the hanger should be his own, but he couldn’t remember ever putting any of them on.
That was curious. Where was he? Who was he?
A phone beside him vibrated and rang the moment he placed his back on the wall. There was only one way to know he wasn't dreaming. He inhaled and exhaled, slowly and repeatedly. Yet, he couldn't remember a single thing. Still dazed, he glanced at his vibrating phone to see who the caller was: My Love. My love? He didn’t have any love or did he?
‘Hello, Jerry dear, how are you?’ A lady said into the earpiece the moment he placed his phone on his ear, happiness radiating in her voice. 'I don't even need to ask. That bed must be weak by now'.
‘I’m fine’, he said and changed his mind, ‘I’m not fine. I’m not fine. Who are you?’
‘Who…? Jerry, what are you saying?’
‘I don’t know you. I don’t know who you are’.
‘What are you saying? You don’t know me? Wait... Why will you have the effrontery to say you don't know me. Jerry, who is there with you?’
‘Here with me? Of course, nobody’, Jerry said. At the same time, some ladies bickering outside his room talked louder. ‘Is that not the voice of a lady?’
‘Yes… No’.
‘You are a liar. You are cheating on me’.
‘Cheating on you? I don’t even know you’.
‘Me…? Shade?’
‘Shade?’
‘Ah! Jerry, you are a pretender, and I know what to do to you’.
She disconnected the call. Jerry stared at the phone with his mouth agape as his eyes darted from one part of the room to another. He smacked his head again.
‘Where am I? Who am I? What is wrong with me?’ He asked himself as he climbed out of the bed.

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Re: Lost But Satisfied By Akíntayo Akinjide by Akinjidetayo(m) : 12:55 pm On Dec 11, 2018

Chapter 2


Cutting the Last Hope
Jerry glanced about in the room again to be sure he was seeing well. How sure was he that his name was even Jerry? He sat on the edge of the bed, dejected, with his head between his hands as he stared at the ground. What did he do yesterday? No idea. Where was he?
He gently opened the door to avoid surprising himself. The street was dusty. His eyes roamed the street to savor it. Little children ran about in the street. A man on a bicycle rode in a haste. A jeep cruised the street rather slowly as if it was a very fat woman, who had been asked to compete in a 100-meter race, but couldn’t help being the last.
Birds on the wires sang happily as if the whole world was in their care. The sky was white; birds were scanty in it, maybe because the sun was very hot or because everything was dry or because they were migrating out of that part of the world. He looked at the street and knew he didn't know this place. Nothing could change that fact.
He returned to the room and checked everything in the room, leaving no tiny stone unturned. That was when he saw five diaries that belonged to him. When he had savored the information in them, he knew who he was.
His name was Jeremiah Olusola Olumide, and was born on June 25th, 1991. He looked at his calendar and saw that he celebrated his birthday the previous day. Could it be hangover? There was no logical explanation for what had happened to him.
At first, he didn’t believe the diaries were his until he wrote a few words on one of them and saw a semblance in the writings. His girlfriend's name was Shade, the lady that called. His parent died last five years, and his best friend and only friend, Martins died of HIV four months ago.
Shade knew everything about him because he told her everything. He had cheated on Shade five times. Him? The last time he asked for her forgiveness, she promised that time would be his last. In fact, she said any day she smelt any form of cheating she would leave him for good. That meant he would soon know all about himself. He must see her.
He had been given a job at an international school, where he would be paid 150,000 naira per month. Good for him.
'Can I teach?'
He got an Hp laptop some days ago and was still pondering on the password to use, and gave himself the ultimatum of the day he woke.
Although he felt compelled to seat still with the hope that he would recollect all that had happened to him, he knew he needed to act to get more information. He picked his phone to call Shade. Her phone rang at the other end and was disconnected immediately. He looked at the phone, frowned, and redialed the number.
‘You are a cheat’, someone shouted, banging her way through the door.
He was short of words by what he saw. The desire to like a dog fell on him. He would have succumbed to this desire if he didn't have to beg her. The air was filled with mixture of dryness from the season and mountain flower perfume- her perfume.
She was very fair, and busty. Her round face was well-dressed with make-up. Even, as her long eyelashes went up and down, showing perfect white eyes, his blood rate increased.
‘Are... Are you Shade?’ he said, still staring at her. Her demeanor showed someone that should be worshiped. Her leggings showed her perfect curves. Without a moment's thought, he went on his knee.
‘Please, don't leave me. I need you to help me know myself'.
‘Shut up!' She shouted, 'so… You think… In your mind of mind that you can make me cry over you again. God forbid'.
‘Please’, he cried and held her hand. The hand was smooth and as soft as butter, and its nails, neat.
'Leave my hand', she snapped.
She withdrew and pulled her hand as if his hands were filled with maggots.
‘You are useless', she muttered as she tried opening the back cover of her phone. Her breathe rushed out in faster progressions, and her hands vibrated rigorously as she removed the battery of her phone, then the sim card. She raised the sim card up for him to see it clearly, and broke it.
‘You will never ever see me or call me again and for your information', she said as she eyed him vigorously, and smiled wickedly. ‘I’m leaving Fortune City'.
Jerry felt an invisible bell ring in his head.

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Re: Lost But Satisfied By Akíntayo Akinjide by Akinjidetayo(m) : 9:46 am On Dec 12, 2018

Chapter 3

Chapter 3
Saviour of The Night

The weeks that followed Shade’s sudden disappearance from his life weakened the hope that he had harbored in his heart of ever having a relationship with her. He hoped she would guide his path. Nothing looked like hope.
Seeing this, he decided to live a normal life. If it was anything near normal. Fortunately for him, he had written the password to most of his things in his diary. That gave him ample opportunities to withdraw money from his bank after he discovered that he was two million naira rich.
Jerry started teaching English in the school, and nothing made him happier than to know that he was good at teaching English. He was enjoying every stay in that part of Greencity. In fact, he enjoyed listening to other teachers tell their experiences, especially the wayward ones. He loved the way they enthusiastically described their evil deeds, putting comma to every of their sentences, and using the appropriate adjectives to describe their escapades.
After school, he would walk about the area to see if there was anything to remind him of who he was. but nothing brought back the memory. So, he decided to remain in his comfort zone: go to school, sleep, eat, and the rest, enjoying his new and perfect life.
Later, he joined a church and was active there, studying the bible as if it was the only thing in the world. Pastor Matthew was his favorite pastor. Once he even helped Pastor Matthew escape from some people that called him crazy.
Pastor Matthew had just returned from a mental home after the psychiatrists told them he was better. He said God wanted him to keep wild animals. So, he paid some hunters who got him some breeds of snakes. These reptiles escaped and gave people the scare. Jerry believed he wasn't crazy and helped him escape when his church members tied him down.
Sometimes, Jerry would do some background research on himself, but he always met a dead end; in fact, when he got to the schools he saw in his certificates, they didn't give him helpful information. Even the phone numbers they gave him were either wrong or not available. And for four months, he kept searching all about himself until he knew there was nothing he could do to bring back the past.
Therefore, he decided to let it go- everything- because from what the teachers at his school had been saying, having a family can even be disastrous. Nothing was as good as living alone. One got the chance to enjoy one's life. His laptop was very useful as he watched many films on it. Although he didn't know how he got the films on it, he let it go. After the third month of trying to remember, he decided that he had to let go and enjoy every bit of his life. People in the house didn't know him and were only trying to make acquaintances with him. He loved it that way. Jerry was satisfied.
It was with this mind-set he got out of his room on the night of October 30, around 12.30 a.m. The night was as dry as usual, the light had been off for four days and all his gadgets had died from him over working them. He had used his phone to play game after his laptop went off. Even the sky had been dry ever since he woke in June. There had been no record of rain anywhere in Brown Valley, Greencity, Black Town, and Suncity- the cities that are in the private Island called Fortune City. Despite the torrents of rain in the other parts of the world, they didn't get any.
Sitting on a chair in the dark night was cool. His heart lurched with happiness as he imagined himself living in a dark world for years. He mouthed Nathaniel Bassey’s song
Summer, Winter, Autumn spring.
Mountain, blue sky and the sea.
Rainbow sunshine and the trees
Jesus, maker of them all.
Everywhere I go I see you right there
In the beauty of nature, you shine al…
Something shuffled past him. He didn’t know what it was, but he knew that he had to enter his room. So, he picked his chair and rushed into the house. As he turned to close the door, someone pushed the door with so much force that Jerry fell. Quickly, he bounced back up.
‘Who is there?’ He whispered as against the noise he wanted to make.
‘Shhh’, the person hissed angrily like a snake, which tail was stepped on. Jerry held his breathe.
Several legs shuffled outside his room. That made him wished his room wasn’t opened to the street. The people outside raised their voices in desperation.
‘Catch him’.
‘He must not escape’.
‘Today must be his last’.
Jerry was transfixed. If he moved near that person, he might be injured. There was no light to show him who the person was. However, from the people outside, he understood that this person was a gentleman of the night. If caught, he would receive immediate death sentence.
Feeling terrible, Jerry shifted weight from one leg to another. In his few months in Fortune City, he had come to the realization that only a lazy person would beg in the private Island.
When the people left his arena, and decided to check other parts of the area, the power holding company of Fortunecity restored the light.
The first thing in Jerry's room to report was the old fan, which hummed-on angrily like an injured cow. The person before Jerry was panting hard and held a gun so hard that if it were a glass cup, it would have broken. The body texture of the thief surprised him. He swallowed hard. his Adam’s apple made a loud noise and made the thief glance at him. He was sure that he was seeing right. The thief was a lady.
‘I can’t let you stay here’, he muttered.
Sensing he would do what he said, she rose suddenly. Jerry moved back with fear, and raised his hands to prepare himself. Threatened thieves would do anything from maiming their attackers to killing them to elude being caught. Instead of doing any of what Jerry assumed, the lady went on her knees, clasping her hands.
‘Please, Bide…bro…’ she said, with a silky voice, 'don’t let them catch me’.
‘But you are a lady, why did you join these people?'
‘It’s a long story. Please spare me and I promise you will not regret it. Someday, I will come back to help you’.
He felt sad for her. ‘You can’t help me… I’m the one that can help you, and what I want of you and from you is that you stop stealing’.
Immediately, she raised her hands in the I-surrender position, and whimpered like one that had been shown a greater wisdom. Her mask was still on, making her look like a robot.
‘I will not steal again’.
Jerry’s eyes went to the wall and knew that he had to do something for her, and the first thing was to switch off the light, and the next was to shelter her.
‘Alright, give me your gun till tomorrow’, he said as he locked the door.
The lady looked at the gun and looked at him, then shrugged. She brought her hands forward and looked at Jerry as if he has been forewarned. When she handed the gun to Jerry, he burst into a terrible laughter that jolted her.
‘You do not mean you were using a toy gun?’ He said and smiled.
He turned the gun in his hand. For a fragment of seconds, he wished the gun was real. So that he would use it to shoot himself later in the day, to end his trouble.
‘Well, you have to wait till tomorrow. Sleep here’, he said, pointing to his bed.
‘No. Don’t worry; I’ll sleep here on the floor’.
‘No.No. Do come and sleep here’.
She agreed and laid on the bed after putting off her shoes. Instead of sleeping, she sat at the farthest corner of the bed holding herself tightly.
Jerry switched off the light, plunging the room into utmost darkness. The only light reflecting in the room was that the bulb outside shining through the curtain. He decided to lie down, to sleep.
Suddenly, the noise of the searchers came again and this time to his door. They knocked.

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Re: Lost But Satisfied By Akíntayo Akinjide by Akinjidetayo(m) : 8:14 am On Dec 13, 2018

Chased by A Past

Jerry wondered, as he walked to school, if he wasn't supposed to ever love fair ladies because he couldn’t fathom the reason the two fair beautiful ladies left him. That day was the third day after he met the beautiful thief. Yet, he couldn’t keep his mind off her. Sometimes, when he mistaken other people for her.
He was an early riser and always made sure he got to the school first. In addition, luckily for him, his street wasn't far from his school- trekable. When he got to three streets from his, he wasn't surprised to see the beggar, seated already. This beggar was an old crippled woman.
However, he felt enormous pity for her whenever he saw her and for that he decided that he would always give her a big amount of money every day. Seeing that he had no family member to help him enjoy the money he was now getting, and everything he owned. He saw no harm in giving the poor woman some money, making her day, putting smile on her dry ragged lips.
‘Good morning’, he said as he brought out a note and gave it to her absent-mindedly.
‘Thank you my son, the sun of this earth shall not shine like your glory would’, she said with cracked voices, as she collected the money with delights in her eyes, her brown teeth matching the colour of her brown tattered wrapper.
Something fell from her hand as he turned. He turned to see what fell he couldn't see it clearly as she had hidden it in her cloth. Was that a gun? He wondered.
Well, he didn't see it clearly but he was sure it was a black object. She smiled deceptively at him. Whatever she was hiding in her cloth was her problem and not his. He kept walking and then paused when he realized he had just given the woman a thousand naira.
‘What is wrong with me?’ he whispered. His mind wandered off to the dry ground, which looked as if even if rain fell for thousands of years, it would never become muddy.
The rain, which everyone was expecting, had only sent storm and thunder to announce its impending visitation, and had been doing that for days without showing up.
After closing from school that day, he decided to hang around and walk home with the Agric and P.H.E teachers, with whom he discussed and enjoyed himself. He sighted the old woman again and his mind went to the black object.
‘Uncle, we’ve always being talking about our past, but I’ve never seen you say anything about yourself. Why?’ Said the Yoruba teacher, Miss Rita Jacobs. ‘one eats with a friend because of the pleasure of friendship not because one lacks’.
Miss Jacobs was a tawny lady; slim, tall, and would have been considered beautiful, if not that she wore long, faded skirts, big blouse and gowns, shoes that were always oversized. Her dressing had a way of confusing people on what category of people to classify her in- a member of deeper life or S.U? Her hair- rather, her wig- disfigured her face so much that one might be forced to imagine how ugly her children would be. However, she didn’t look like someone who cared about their crazy talks. Her ear and body were always devoid of jewelries.
Although she wasn’t married, she was looking older than most old women, making many men avoid her like plague. Even Jerry didn’t like her when he first met her, but hearing her speak: her seasoned opinion, her reliable advice, and her joy always enthralled him that he felt like listening to her always.
‘Enn…’ Jerry muttered and shrugged, ‘I have nothing interesting to say’.
As they got out of the staffroom and headed towards the gate.
‘Do you mean your childhood was that boring?’ Miss Jacobs said as she looked at him as if she was seeing a ghost for the first time in her life.
Jerry hissed and grinned.
‘That means you didn’t go out of your way to have fun with ladies, and you know what I mean…’ She made a face at him.
‘Ahhh!’ He belched in laughter, and bent forward, covering his mouth as his eyes roamed the street, 'Miss Jacobs, don’t let children hear you say that’.
‘What did she say? The line from which you are taking this thing is too serious. Almost all the men that I’ve ever come across, including me had done it before’, the P.H.E teacher added.
Jerry held onto his bag and stared into the space. He wished he could also tell them fascinating and exciting adventures but there was nothing he could do, nothing to say. Seeing that they would keep pestering him, he decided to fabricate his past a little. A little dot and brushing wouldn’t destroy anything.
‘Well…’ he said and saw their eyes brightened, ‘I didn’t do anything. You know I was a cool boy, little trouble, no girlfriend, few friends, and thing like that’.
He saw that the brightness in the P.H.E teacher eyes fade, replaced by an irritating look.
‘Are you kidding me?’ In this year?’
‘Actually…’ Jerry said, to give them something to hold, a reason good enough for them to stop talking about his past, 'I lived with reverend Fathers, Popes. You know how strict it would be there’.
‘That's a big lie… My friend, Paul, lived in a monastery also. If I tell you how many women he had taken to bed even before he escaped the prison of a place, you would not close your mouth'.
Jerry scratched his head as he became lost. The flow of thought had reduced drastically, and his thinking, shallow; ideas refused to form in his brain. They danced a little in his brain, but when he tried to form something out of them they showed themselves as useless and unfit for use.
Then, APC members campaigning got into the street. As it was usual in the month of October; they had introduced it to the month of November. Jerry looked up and saw, from the corner of his eyes with relief that the P.H.E teacher had open his mouth midway. He had been meaning to continue with the topic but the campaigners infuriated him.
‘What is wrong with these ones?’ the P.H.E teacher complained. He liked to complain about things: neighbors, the students, the management.
Jerry, still staring at the people, wasn’t looking at his front when his left leg hit a stone, making him moan.
‘When you use your left leg to hit a stone’, Miss Jacobs said, ‘that means there is danger looming somewhere’.
Miss Jacobs was from the western Nigeria and had value for the culture of her land unlike most Nigerians in Fortune City. Jerry immediately snapped his fingers across his head as if the looming danger was a dirt on his head and he was trying to dust it off.
‘That is a lie’, the P.H.E teacher said.
However, Jerry had a feeling Miss Jacobs was right because he couldn't shake off the fear of impending doom. He had plans to buy the film the beautiful night thief recommended. Therefore, after leaving the two teachers, he boarded a bike to a popular junction.
It him a while to get but when he eventually did, he was so excited that he didn't know see someone approaching. The guy was a sturdy short on.
‘Hey... Guy, 're you blind? Am I too short?’ The person asked irksomely with a voice that sounded like a broken record.
‘I’m sorry… sorry’.
***
Jasper, a dreaded sharp shooter among all the criminals of Fortune City, stood transfixed as he saw who it was that had just run into him. He almost screamed and ran for his life.
‘Sorry for yourself’, he shouted as he pushed past him. At that instance, he hated his voice. Leech wasn’t dead. Leech was still alive. He shook his head as he watched Leech leave. He frowned as Leech left. Leech would never forget a face, never. He remembered faces and names more than anyone Jasper had ever met, and Leech, not recognizing him surprised Jasper.
‘Wow…’ Jasper mouthed, and wrinkled his nose as he wondered if that was indeed Leech because Once, a top Fortune City assassin, had killed Leech and their doctor confirmed the death.
Once was his senior in the job of assassination, who was called Once because he killed once and for all and had been getting jobs a lot from chief.
Peradventure one discovered that another assassin didn’t kill a person he was supposed to kill. And, one got the opportunity to kill this 'dead' person, one would get the opportunity to kill that other assassin with dignity because one of the code of conducts of Fortune City association of Life Taker (F.A.L.T) restricted assassins from killing one another without an authorization from top men like chief.
Jasper had been looking for opportunity to kill Once ever since the day he killed since the day he killed someone close to him. Seeing an opportunity like this again, and finding diamond on the street of Fortune City. Both were impossible.
Jasper changed his mind about going to survey the house of the new person he was to kill. He would do that later. He followed Leech and saw him clutching a book, and a film, very typical of him. Leech boarded a bike, which drove off immediately.
With his weapons bag dangling from his shoulder, Jasper climbed a bike.
‘Follow that guy’, Jasper ordered as he pointed at Leech,’ follow him gently’.
The bike zoomed off. He was happy that he was holding his weapons bag since most of the things he needed to kill Leech were there. Now, he would definitely kill him sweet and clean as he did all his job unlike that foolish Once. With the thought of that, he smiled and licked his lips. He tasted imaginary blood. The bike zoomed into a street and stopped.
‘Stop’, he hissed at his own bike driver and dropped, ‘how much?’
‘70 naira’.
Jasper brought out five hundred naira note from his pocket and gave it to the bike man, his eyes glued on Leech’s back as Leech moved towards a house.
‘Keep the change’.
‘Boss, thank you’.
Jasper felt like calling Chief Suberu that he saw Leech, but he didn’t want to bring the news of Leech being alive. He didn’t want to spoil the suspense; instead, he would do as Chief had always wanted. He would kill Leech.
Even if this person wasn’t Leech, he would still kill him and falsify the evidence just to get to Once. There was a need to kill Once once and for all.
***
Jerry glanced at the side as he dropped from the bike, and saw the guy he ran into at the bus stop getting off a bike. He smiled as he strolled to his room.
‘Human. Water’, he muttered.

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Re: Lost But Satisfied By Akíntayo Akinjide by Akinjidetayo(m) : 2:48 pm On Dec 13, 2018

Chapter 6
Loosed Ends

Jasper watched Leech enter his house and hid near the house. The street was free of witnesses and that was golden. All he needed there was to pick the right time to kill him because everything good was playing into his hands.
***
As he sat in front of his laptop to watch the movie, an unknown number called his phone.
‘Hello’, he said cautiously, hoping that it wouldn’t be Shade.
‘Hello, Mr. Olusola’, Miss Jacobs voice said, ‘It’s me … Rita’.
‘Ah! Miss Jacobs’, he said with relief.
‘I don’t know. Did you by chance see my lesson note?’
‘No’, he replied but caught himself in the midsentence because the book he had been holding was hers. ‘Wait… It’s with me’.
‘Oh! Great. Let's meet at Rivers street’.
Jerry slouched in frustration as he rose from the bed, locked the door, and had to stop himself from running. Was it not a movie? He could see it any time. He remembered he didn't plug the laptop to electricity.
***
Jasper backed away immediately Leech came out. Leech almost saw him and that shouldn't happen. Jasper hid behind the walls and took pictures of Leech to make the others see the time before he killed him. Immediately he was done with the job, he would take the other picture as a proof.
Jasper braced himself the moment Leech came out the second time, getting ready to follow him, to kill him; in fact, he had an idea. He smiled and smiled again.
Jasper looked about, and saw that no one was there except an old haggard beggar that laid at the end of the street and was asleep. He brought out his pistol, placed a silencer into it, and steadied himself.
Leech rushed past without noticing anyone around. Jasper followed him and knew it might take the whole year if he kept following without doing anything. He needed to up his game. So, he went near Leech, near enough for him to stick his gun to his back. Jasper looked to the left and the right and saw no one. The street was empty for reason he couldn’t place his hands on. But he loved it. He loved it like that.
‘Don’t panic. It is your death at hand’, Jasper announced, ‘I have a loaded revolver pointed at your spinal cord, arched enough to hit your heart. So, cooperate’.
Leech froze but Jasper nudged him. ‘Keep moving, Leech’.
‘Leech?’
‘Take us to a secluded place’
‘I did not get that’.
‘I said take us to a secluded place’.
‘A secluded place?’
‘Yes… for introduction, you can call me Sheila, I like long walks and fresh flowers. Since fresh flowers can easily be found by rivers, I don’t mind you taking us to the river around this area, where I can see and enjoy my fresh, lively flowers’.
‘No… I mean I don’t know any river here’.
‘What? You are lying to me. Is this not Agric Area?’
‘I don’t know any river’, Leech said. Jasper stopped him and faced him. Now, there was nobody in the street that could testify against the death of Leech but he didn’t want to play to chance. If anybody saw him after he killed Leech, the information might be used against him later. Jasper wasn't ready to start cleaning messes and evidences. No one catches an assassin and he didn’t want to be the assassin to be caught in 20years.
‘I hope your neurons are working well. I hope you can feel the gun I’m sticking to your back?’
‘Who are you?’ Leech said with a quivering voice and that made Jasper’s voice warmer and deeper. He loved when people begged for their life. The taste of killing such people was always sweet. Their plea always gave him the desire to deepen his voice because it gave him power and made others believe he had the power.
Yet, he must agree with them. After all, he had the power to either give them life or take it away from them, like God, like a god.
‘Okay, buckle up. Can’t you think of any at all? I’ve got all day’.
‘I don’t know any…’
‘Then, I will have to kill you here. Surely’, Jasper hissed like a wounded snake as his eyes darted from one corner of the deserted street to the other. He placed the gun on Jasper’s head
‘Wait…Wait…’ Leech cried, ‘I know a pond’.
‘Goodly…Take us there, and smile. I hate people who frown’.
Jasper let down his guard a little and Leech seized the opportunity. He turned sharply and kicked Jasper in his groin. Jasper moaned. Leech gave him another punch on the nose. Jasper bent forward as pain surged through his body, making him clasp his teeth.
Jasper was angry. He shot the floor around Leech, who was bracing himself to hit him again. Leech jumped repeatedly in fear that he had been shot.
‘If you move, I will shoot’, he said with a suppressed anger as he wheezed like a monster, ‘now, your hands up’.
He felt like shooting the sky, like shooting God for giving him such a voice that doesn’t send fear into people. Leech raised his hands.
‘Leech, you are a b*st*rd and I will show you what we do to bastards’, Jasper groaned, baring his teeth. He slapped Leech. ‘Take me to the pond quickly’.
They moved from the street to the pond. Although they passed many people, nobody noticed anything awkward about the way he was holding Leech. Even if they knew, they dared not talk.
The road that led to the pond was like one coming down a mountaintop to an area. The whole road was rough. Trees of different forms shook briefly. Most of their leaves were dry and were lying on the floor. Birds rested on the branches of these trees, chirping and humming with so much glee that one would wonder if they didn’t know about the dry season or that they could see the rain coming.
When they got to the pond, they had to go deeper as if they were entering another hole. The sky was unusually white and devoid of any cloud. Even the few that tried to show themselves dissolved immediately as if abhorred the evil Jasper would carry out. Thinking of that alone made him beam.
Flowers from different parts of the place gladdened his heart.
‘You were trying to hit me the other time. What are you? A kind of superman or something? I have dealt with people of greater caliber and greater power than yours and I had vanquished, grinded and dissolved them off the earth. Therefore, you won’t be an exception. In fact, your case is pro bono’, Jasper announced spreading his hands. ‘I’ll kill you happily’.
The body of water kept stirring slowly. Dirt and leaves floated gently on it. He smiled as he sighted lilies dancing on the water. His heart warmed. That was a good sign.
‘Face the river’.
He gagged Leech to reduce the noise he would make. Leech moaned something.
‘Oh! I’m sorry…What? I can’t hear you clearly’, Jasper mocked with a face smeared with a wicked happiness, 'with the… you’ve got something across your mouth and I can’t hear you’.
‘Okay… Okay. I don’t do this always. This opportunity comes once in every twenty kill and you are the one getting the seventh opportunity. Say your last prayer sharperly’.
Leech brought his hands together and prayed inaudibly.
‘Alright. It’s party time’, Jasper said as he pointed the gun to Leech’s head. He suddenly had a feeling someone was watching him, that someone’s eyes were creeping slowly on his back. He looked back but saw no one. Yet, he knew that even if someone wasn't there, someone was coming to that place very soon and he didn’t want anyone to know he was there.
Jasper inhaled a deep breath of relief, fulfilment, and happiness as he exerted force on the trigger of the gun.
Suddenly, something like an insect hit him at the back of the head. He touched the back of his head.
***
Jerry himself didn’t know he could cry but tears poured down his eyes as he felt the coldness of the gun on the back of his head. His whole body vibrated. To worsen the situation, hot liquid ran between his legs. Was that how he would die?
He swallowed hard when the guy said the prayer time was over. He should have been careful when he saw the guy in their area that afternoon. But he couldn’t suspect everyone he met on the street.
He held his breathe, expecting the pain to surge through his head to his body and him drifting off into the abyss.
Instead of the bullet, he felt a body crashing into him from behind. He opened his eyes that he didn’t know he had closed. The guy’s body was now resting on him lifelessly. He moaned fearfully as he pushed the dead body to a side.
Jumping from his kneeling position, his eyes darted from one corner of the area to the other but he didn’t see anyone. Vibrating like a wet leaf, he raised his hands. A bullet had drilled a hole into the back of his assailant’s head and opened a way for blood to ooze out. The guy’s eyes were blank as if he was a statute and his hand was now loosely holding the gun. Everywhere was silent.
Jerry looked around desperately as he expected either a gunshot or someone to come out to confront him. But, after waiting for some seconds, he ran out of the riverside and out of the place. Nothing happened to him.
Then, he stopped and looked around to be sure no one saw him there. Happy that he was safe, he walked on briskly to his house, jogging whenever he got to a secluded area. His heart was beating fast and he couldn’t help gasping.
Someone had tried to kill him. He saw a dead person. Someone killed his assailant. Someone committed a cold-blooded murder and had left him alone to deal with the problem of the body. Who was Leech?
Jerry locked the door and crammed himself to a corner of the room, staring out of focus into the space.
Though the person saved his life, he felt the person needed to show him his face, to allow him thank him. But there was none to thank and that scared him because he didn't know who the killer was following- him or his assailant.
Then his phone rang, Miss Jacobs.
‘Oh! Miss Jacobs, I’m sorry, I’m on my way’.
He risked going out again, this time looking back from time to time.
*** Officer Yemi James looked at his phone again and wondered why he had to be the one that his boss sent to the crime scene. There were many people, who were his junior in the work of investigating. They should receive more training as this case would be a minor case. As he got there, he met some policemen trying to make sense out of the unexplainable situation. They kept warding people away from the area around the pond.
‘Make a hole’, Yemi shouted as he passed through them.
‘Hey, move back, are you insane?’ A lanky police shouted. He was reeking of alcohol. Yemi held his breathe when he got near the policeman.
‘What do you have on him?’ He asked another policeman, who was checking the corpse.
They showed him the gun, the dead man's phone, and all his weapons.
‘No identity?’
‘None’.
Yemi became interested in the phone. He surfed through it but found nothing of interest, and was about to pass it to another policeman, when he saw something that interested him. A picture taken some moments before the time of his death. He stared blankly at the body of river because he knew the person in the picture.

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Re: Lost But Satisfied By Akíntayo Akinjide by Akinjidetayo(m) : 10:41 am On Dec 14, 2018

Chapter 6
Loosed Ends

Jasper watched Leech enter his house and hid near the house. The street was free of witnesses and that was golden. All he needed there was to pick the right time to kill him because everything good was playing into his hands.
***
As he sat in front of his laptop to watch the movie, an unknown number called his phone.
‘Hello’, he said cautiously, hoping that it wouldn’t be Shade.
‘Hello, Mr. Olusola’, Miss Jacobs voice said, ‘It’s me … Rita’.
‘Ah! Miss Jacobs’, he said with relief.
‘I don’t know. Did you by chance see my lesson note?’
‘No’, he replied but caught himself in the midsentence because the book he had been holding was hers. ‘Wait… It’s with me’.
‘Oh! Great. Let's meet at Rivers street’.
Jerry slouched in frustration as he rose from the bed, locked the door, and had to stop himself from running. Was it not a movie? He could see it any time. He remembered he didn't plug the laptop to electricity.
***
Jasper backed away immediately Leech came out. Leech almost saw him and that shouldn't happen. Jasper hid behind the walls and took pictures of Leech to make the others see the time before he killed him. Immediately he was done with the job, he would take the other picture as a proof.
Jasper braced himself the moment Leech came out the second time, getting ready to follow him, to kill him; in fact, he had an idea. He smiled and smiled again.
Jasper looked about, and saw that no one was there except an old haggard beggar that laid at the end of the street and was asleep. He brought out his pistol, placed a silencer into it, and steadied himself.
Leech rushed past without noticing anyone around. Jasper followed him and knew it might take the whole year if he kept following without doing anything. He needed to up his game. So, he went near Leech, near enough for him to stick his gun to his back. Jasper looked to the left and the right and saw no one. The street was empty for reason he couldn’t place his hands on. But he loved it. He loved it like that.
‘Don’t panic. It is your death at hand’, Jasper announced, ‘I have a loaded revolver pointed at your spinal cord, arched enough to hit your heart. So, cooperate’.
Leech froze but Jasper nudged him. ‘Keep moving, Leech’.
‘Leech?’
‘Take us to a secluded place’
‘I did not get that’.
‘I said take us to a secluded place’.
‘A secluded place?’
‘Yes… for introduction, you can call me Sheila, I like long walks and fresh flowers. Since fresh flowers can easily be found by rivers, I don’t mind you taking us to the river around this area, where I can see and enjoy my fresh, lively flowers’.
‘No… I mean I don’t know any river here’.
‘What? You are lying to me. Is this not Agric Area?’
‘I don’t know any river’, Leech said. Jasper stopped him and faced him. Now, there was nobody in the street that could testify against the death of Leech but he didn’t want to play to chance. If anybody saw him after he killed Leech, the information might be used against him later. Jasper wasn't ready to start cleaning messes and evidences. No one catches an assassin and he didn’t want to be the assassin to be caught in 20years.
‘I hope your neurons are working well. I hope you can feel the gun I’m sticking to your back?’
‘Who are you?’ Leech said with a quivering voice and that made Jasper’s voice warmer and deeper. He loved when people begged for their life. The taste of killing such people was always sweet. Their plea always gave him the desire to deepen his voice because it gave him power and made others believe he had the power.
Yet, he must agree with them. After all, he had the power to either give them life or take it away from them, like God, like a god.
‘Okay, buckle up. Can’t you think of any at all? I’ve got all day’.
‘I don’t know any…’
‘Then, I will have to kill you here. Surely’, Jasper hissed like a wounded snake as his eyes darted from one corner of the deserted street to the other. He placed the gun on Jasper’s head
‘Wait…Wait…’ Leech cried, ‘I know a pond’.
‘Goodly…Take us there, and smile. I hate people who frown’.
Jasper let down his guard a little and Leech seized the opportunity. He turned sharply and kicked Jasper in his groin. Jasper moaned. Leech gave him another punch on the nose. Jasper bent forward as pain surged through his body, making him clasp his teeth.
Jasper was angry. He shot the floor around Leech, who was bracing himself to hit him again. Leech jumped repeatedly in fear that he had been shot.
‘If you move, I will shoot’, he said with a suppressed anger as he wheezed like a monster, ‘now, your hands up’.
He felt like shooting the sky, like shooting God for giving him such a voice that doesn’t send fear into people. Leech raised his hands.
‘Leech, you are a b*st*rd and I will show you what we do to bastards’, Jasper groaned, baring his teeth. He slapped Leech. ‘Take me to the pond quickly’.
They moved from the street to the pond. Although they passed many people, nobody noticed anything awkward about the way he was holding Leech. Even if they knew, they dared not talk.
The road that led to the pond was like one coming down a mountaintop to an area. The whole road was rough. Trees of different forms shook briefly. Most of their leaves were dry and were lying on the floor. Birds rested on the branches of these trees, chirping and humming with so much glee that one would wonder if they didn’t know about the dry season or that they could see the rain coming.
When they got to the pond, they had to go deeper as if they were entering another hole. The sky was unusually white and devoid of any cloud. Even the few that tried to show themselves dissolved immediately as if abhorred the evil Jasper would carry out. Thinking of that alone made him beam.
Flowers from different parts of the place gladdened his heart.
‘You were trying to hit me the other time. What are you? A kind of superman or something? I have dealt with people of greater caliber and greater power than yours and I had vanquished, grinded and dissolved them off the earth. Therefore, you won’t be an exception. In fact, your case is pro bono’, Jasper announced spreading his hands. ‘I’ll kill you happily’.
The body of water kept stirring slowly. Dirt and leaves floated gently on it. He smiled as he sighted lilies dancing on the water. His heart warmed. That was a good sign.
‘Face the river’.
He gagged Leech to reduce the noise he would make. Leech moaned something.
‘Oh! I’m sorry…What? I can’t hear you clearly’, Jasper mocked with a face smeared with a wicked happiness, 'with the… you’ve got something across your mouth and I can’t hear you’.
‘Okay… Okay. I don’t do this always. This opportunity comes once in every twenty kill and you are the one getting the seventh opportunity. Say your last prayer sharperly’.
Leech brought his hands together and prayed inaudibly.
‘Alright. It’s party time’, Jasper said as he pointed the gun to Leech’s head. He suddenly had a feeling someone was watching him, that someone’s eyes were creeping slowly on his back. He looked back but saw no one. Yet, he knew that even if someone wasn't there, someone was coming to that place very soon and he didn’t want anyone to know he was there.
Jasper inhaled a deep breath of relief, fulfilment, and happiness as he exerted force on the trigger of the gun.
Suddenly, something like an insect hit him at the back of the head. He touched the back of his head.
***
Jerry himself didn’t know he could cry but tears poured down his eyes as he felt the coldness of the gun on the back of his head. His whole body vibrated. To worsen the situation, hot liquid ran between his legs. Was that how he would die?
He swallowed hard when the guy said the prayer time was over. He should have been careful when he saw the guy in their area that afternoon. But he couldn’t suspect everyone he met on the street.
He held his breathe, expecting the pain to surge through his head to his body and him drifting off into the abyss.
Instead of the bullet, he felt a body crashing into him from behind. He opened his eyes that he didn’t know he had closed. The guy’s body was now resting on him lifelessly. He moaned fearfully as he pushed the dead body to a side.
Jumping from his kneeling position, his eyes darted from one corner of the area to the other but he didn’t see anyone. Vibrating like a wet leaf, he raised his hands. A bullet had drilled a hole into the back of his assailant’s head and opened a way for blood to ooze out. The guy’s eyes were blank as if he was a statute and his hand was now loosely holding the gun. Everywhere was silent.
Jerry looked around desperately as he expected either a gunshot or someone to come out to confront him. But, after waiting for some seconds, he ran out of the riverside and out of the place. Nothing happened to him.
Then, he stopped and looked around to be sure no one saw him there. Happy that he was safe, he walked on briskly to his house, jogging whenever he got to a secluded area. His heart was beating fast and he couldn’t help gasping.
Someone had tried to kill him. He saw a dead person. Someone killed his assailant. Someone committed a cold-blooded murder and had left him alone to deal with the problem of the body. Who was Leech?
Jerry locked the door and crammed himself to a corner of the room, staring out of focus into the space.
Though the person saved his life, he felt the person needed to show him his face, to allow him thank him. But there was none to thank and that scared him because he didn't know who the killer was following- him or his assailant.
Then his phone rang, Miss Jacobs.
‘Oh! Miss Jacobs, I’m sorry, I’m on my way’.
He risked going out again, this time looking back from time to time.
*** Officer Yemi James looked at his phone again and wondered why he had to be the one that his boss sent to the crime scene. There were many people, who were his junior in the work of investigating. They should receive more training as this case would be a minor case. As he got there, he met some policemen trying to make sense out of the unexplainable situation. They kept warding people away from the area around the pond.
‘Make a hole’, Yemi shouted as he passed through them.
‘Hey, move back, are you insane?’ A lanky police shouted. He was reeking of alcohol. Yemi held his breathe when he got near the policeman.
‘What do you have on him?’ He asked another policeman, who was checking the corpse.
They showed him the gun, the dead man's phone, and all his weapons.
‘No identity?’
‘None’.
Yemi became interested in the phone. He surfed through it but found nothing of interest, and was about to pass it to another policeman, when he saw something that interested him. A picture taken some moments before the time of his death. He stared blankly at the body of river because he knew the person in the picture.

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Re: Lost But Satisfied By Akíntayo Akinjide by Akinjidetayo(m) : 10:43 am On Dec 14, 2018

Chapter 7
The Titans Are Rising

'I'm still alive', Jerry kept repeating as he glanced over his shoulders for the umpteenth time that day, scanning the environment for any sign of anyone following him as he returned home from church. But all he could see was the old haggard woman crunched at a corner of the street. It was two days to Christmas and many days from the day he escaped; yet, the fear of the event still held him bound.
Thunder rumbled in distance. Despite being the 8th week after his near-death experience, he couldn't shake off the fear that something big was coming for him. And he relayed these fears to Pastor Matthew, who kept supporting him morally.
'This sweet strawberry', he muttered as he inhaled mixed fragrance of harmattan and the air freshener in his room, which Rita had placed there two days ago when she came to visit him.
He and Rita had become an item and her dressing style was going through its pruning sessions. Just when he thought he was hidden in the safety of his room, someone knocked the door, jolting Jerry out of his thought about the horrible harmattan. Jerry opened his mouth, held his breathe, and closed it again. The knock came again.
Jerry quickly scanned the room and allowed his eyes to ransack it as he sought for a good, strong, long, harmful object. He rushed to the stick he had started keeping in his room since his encounter with his dead assailant.
‘Yes?’ He said with a voice that would have made any chicken-hearted fellow cow away from his door.
‘Good afternoon’, a cool throaty reply came from outside the room, as if the owner was used to such threat.
Jerry looked through a hole to be prepared for any eventualities. The face was unfavorably unfamiliar and that gave him a better reason to tighten his grip on the stick. His breathe steadied to prevent him from overacting as he poised himself for retaliation in case there was a need for it.
Jerry opened the door and quickly surveyed the man before him. The man was short, fair, and slim, and had shrewd eyes. his nose pointed forward as if it could even smell the thought of men’s heart.
He looked up and smiled warily, giving Jerry an opportunity to calculate where he would hit the man if he tried anything foolish, or if he made any unwanted move.
‘Yes?’ Jerry said, scowling at the man, squinting his face as the cold white breeze of harmattan rushed to his eyes and nose.
‘Good afternoon sir…’, the policeman said and stared at him, opened his mouth, and changed what he wanted to say, swallowed hard, squinted his eyes, widened his long nose, cocked his head to a side as if he was searching for something from Jerry’s eyes. Then, he straightened when he seemed not to find what he was looking for in Jerry, ’we saw this phone on a dead man and would like to …’
‘Who are you? Who is the ‘we’ ‘, Jerry cut-in, and his beat increasing as he prepared himself for anything. Can it be that his life was more complicated than he thought? Should he worry about his past? He opened his mouth halfway in expectation of a bad news.
‘Oh! I’m sorry’, the short man said as he brought out a neat ID card out of his front pocket and pointed it at Jerry, who drew nearer to be sure he was seeing right,’ I’m Inspector Yemi…’
‘Good…’ He said as he gently released the stick he was holding on the wall, making sure that it didn’t fall so that the policeman wouldn’t think otherwise. Then, it occurred to him that the police would be investigating the death of his assailant.
‘As I was saying the other time, we saw this phone on a dead man, and we were surprised to see your picture in it’.
‘My picture?’ Jerry said as he edged forward to see the picture, which the policeman pointed at him. It was the picture of the cloth he was putting on the day of the death of his assailant. The picture was taken when Jerry was coming out of the room. He had to ward off this police. He quickly changed his look of fear to a quizzical look.
‘That’s me of course’, he proclaimed.
‘We know… Have you ever seen this man?’ The police said, raising his own phone to show Jerry the picture of the dead man.
When Jerry saw the picture of the dead man, he almost shouted that that was the man, who wanted to kill him some days before, whom death saved Jerry from.
‘No. I’ve never seen him…But what was he doing with my picture? That was me last month, on my way to meet one of the teachers of the school I work in’.
‘Does this teacher live around here? Can I talk to her?’
‘Yes… Yes…’ Jerry said, happy to have an alibi who would readily, happily and surely vindicate him, making sure that she didn’t say anything that would spoil what he said before, ‘excuse me, let me get my phone’.
Jerry rushed to the room to pick his phone and called Rita in the presence of the police, and she came to testify that she saw him, even when the police asked her if she could remember the time he got to her, she told him he got to her around 5.00pm, which would have been true because the picture was taken 4.51pm of that same day.
When the police left, Jerry smiled with relief and longed to hug Rita, to kiss her for saving him, but he restrained himself with the hope he would get his opportunity soon. He turned to face her, only to see her eyes running on him intently. Her expression poised.
‘Where were you from 4:51- 5:50?’
Unluckily for him, Rita was a time-freak, who believed humans couldn't tie the day down with a rope. She kept track of every of her movement, and kept track time of all the things she did. Therefore, when she said it’s 5.50pm, it was truly 5.50pm.
***
Officer Yemi was surprised at what he saw. He still couldn’t believe his eyes. The young man he saw was Bidemi Bennett Adeoti and he was supposed to know him. In fact, he knew him very well. Their path had crossed many times especially on the occasion of people's death. And unfortunately this time, on the occasion of another person’s death.
Though he knew that Bidemi wasn't a member of any bad group or cult because he had followed him when they were in the University, Yemi did know that evil occurrences lurked around Bidemi, and that people liked to pass blame on Bidemi, making the world believe he did what he didn’t do.
Yemi knew and have heard enough about Bidemi to know that ladies talked about him when he was in the University as if he was their god. Their eyes sparkled whenever they saw him. They giggled behind him, always avoiding his eyes whenever he mistakenly felt their eyes on himself. They scribbled his name whenever they were daydreaming. All of these to Yemi’s chagrin because all his life he had wanted such attention but had gotten them from only his wife, a very beautiful lady, Rose, whose only problem was jealousy.
Bidemi acted as if he didn’t know him; in fact, as if their path had never crossed. Maybe he was indeed a look-alike. Whatever the case was, Yemi needed to find out from someone, who would know every bit of information about Bidemi. The strong feeling in his guts was never wrong. Not for once.
***
Once had expected Jasper back for days now. Even though he knew Jasper was always rude to him and disliked some of his actions, he saw Jasper as his protégé and valued him like a little brother. He hadn’t seen him for some days, which was unlike Jasper, who liked being around, letting everyone know he was around, hale, hearty, and ready for any job.
Once called his phone number, it wasn't ringing- switched off, which wasn't a good sign. Once rolled the stick of sweet in his mouth and knew what must be done. He needed to find Jasper immediately.

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Re: Lost But Satisfied By Akíntayo Akinjide by Akinjidetayo(m) : 10:45 am On Dec 14, 2018

Chapter 8
Visitors

A good night rest and a sound spirit are the only things needed to make a man whole after a long day of trouble and unexpected event. Jerry woke into the darkness at 11.30pm after sleeping off in the evening, after the great ordeal between Rita and him.
The whole concept of loneliness was so sweet and very good to Jerry. He spent most of his free time surfing the net, reading every news he could lay his hand on with curiosity, and great concentration as if they were his problem. He read about climatic changes, Travels, criminal cases, death, and it was in this wake he delved into the searching for past news; they entertained a man, whose brain has been wiped off, who knows, he might find things about himself.
That night, again like the week the beautiful thief came to his house, there had been another accident, and their power had been disconnected. Due to the harmattan, everywhere was cold and not as hot as that day but he wished the juicy part of that day would repeat itself.
She wouldn’t come, he assured himself. Sleep refused to come and there was no power on his laptop. He had used the little power on it to finish the film the beautiful thief asked him to watch, and he enjoyed the film a lot. But he didn’t see anything extraordinary in the film. Maybe, the message was that he should be careful.
Rita wasn’t bent on knowing anything about his past. All she told him was that she wanted to know him in the present, and, if possible, she wanted to know him more in the future but none of his past. And with that he himself didn’t see reasons to delve more into asking about her past; yet, their conversation went smoothly.
After waiting for the sleep, which wasn't forthcoming, Jerry rose from the bed, picked his plastic chair from a corner, and went outside. The day had had enough event, and he was sure it was safe again to sit outside his room without fear of anything.
The most interesting event of the day was when Rita accused him. At that time, he wished she wasn't good with time, that she was sloppy with things like that. The look on her face proved she was right and that she needed an answer immediately. No excuses were allowed. No lie was wanted.
Jerry dragged her into his room, explained everything, expecting her to either shout or make a fuss about it, but she surprised him.
‘That’s good, but tell me: do you have such a scary past that an unknown guy would call you Leech and even plan to kill you?’ She said, her hand fiddling with his bedsheet. Her shrill voice heightened his breathe.
‘I don’t know… I do not know, maybe I’m a look-alike… Maybe, he is a Psycho or, who knows, one of those people who are bent on making it in life that they can use anything, maybe,’ he shrugged, hoping she would understand him.
’ Maybe…’, he said stuttering.
‘Shhh…’ she said, putting her right index finger on his lips. What did they say about index finger? When you place a ring on it, it shows you are searching for a partner, someone to love.
‘I trust you with all my life that you didn’t kill that man, or whoever they accused you of killing’, Rita said, moved nearer to him, still staring at him.
Their eyes spoke wonders, hungers and desires. She kissed his lips briefly and that little action escalated into something else, something they never expected. The end of it met them on the bed, panting heavily as they communicated only through the smiles of their mouth and the brightness of their eyes. Without reaching a consensus on whether they should go on another round, they went for another round.
Around 11:55pm, Jerry left for his room because the youths of the street had made a proclamation that nobody must be seen outside after 12 in the midnight. So, he closed the door and jumped into his bed.
‘Arg....’ he and someone shouted at the same time. Jerry flew off his bed, and ran for the door. There was no light to fight whoever it was. The person had gotten to his room before him, leaving him unprepared. No matter how fast the person was, he should be faster than the person at getting to the door.
'Stop, my friend', a silky voice said. The light was restored.
***
Once used to be a normal guy that one would pass on the street and would wish to beat up. His melancholic demeanor always made people dot on him. Moreover, he was lanky.
When he noticed this trouble of having a melancholic look, he decided to change his look, and the first thing he did was to start have love for some things that would change his look. He liked cutting his hair to skin, wearing big chains, leaving his beard and moustache, putting on body-hugging clothes to please himself that he was building muscles, and that he was to be feared.
He drummed his fingers on his laps, folded and unfolded them as he waited for Jasper’s girlfriend to give him a positive reply.
‘Hello’, he said hurriedly the moment her, and cautioned himself from letting this lady know that he loved Jasper, ‘What did you F.F.M?’
‘What?’
‘Find for me?’
‘I’ve not been able to reach him’, she said with fear reflecting in her voice.
‘Hey…Take a chill pill, babe. Is it not that foolish boy? He must be doing business somewhere’, he said, with a voice that didn’t reassure him himself. His stick of sweet dangled from his mouth. ‘He would call you, if I get him… Erm… Where was his LKL?’
‘Lk what?’
‘Last known Location’.
‘Agric area’, she said, ‘he told me he was going there. Tell him to call me’.
‘Alright, enjoy yourself. TTYL’.
Agric area, next stop.
‘Let’s go get wicked’, he mumbled.

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Re: Lost But Satisfied By Akíntayo Akinjide by Akinjidetayo(m) : 6:18 pm On Dec 14, 2018

Chapter 9
Meeting The Great Schemer

The light went off again, without giving Jerry the opportunity to see who it was.
Jerry held his breathe, wishing the person was the beautiful thief, hoping she had come to give him a chance to love her forever.
‘Shhh’, the voice said near him.
He jumped. That was her voice- silky, hair-raising, and tinkling- filtering through his ear. And then, electricity was restored, the old fan reporting to duty as it squeaked continuously.
‘Whoa...You scared me.', he said as he turned to see her frame. Indeed, it was his beautiful night thief. His heart skipped a beat as he saw her. The last time he saw, she was desperate to escape her attackers but today she was not desperate to escape any attacker. Instead, she was at home and that gave her a queenly look. Olivia's beauty be damned. This was pure beauty. The beautiful night thief was wearing a black top and black jean trousers and her hair was packed, giving her a sultry look. ‘Hello, Jerry'.
‘Hello, my night visitor', he said as he stretched his hand to take her handshake.
She giggled when she saw the way he responded to her touch, he himself didn’t know what happened but he felt his body vibrating when she touched him as if her touch was electrifying.
‘Night visitor!’ She said amusingly as she went across the room to the seat he brought back inside the room and sat on it.
Jerry also sat, looking at her intently as he tried to fathom why his body vibrated when their hands met the other time. He imagined how it would be to feel her touch again, to feel her hands on his body, to hear her raspy voice talk to him one more time. His heart warmed at the thought of that.
‘You know you should consider moving to a bigger place, where you can have chairs and the rest', she said as she played with her hair and kept staring at him.
‘So how has it been with you?’ He asked, with the hope of striking a good conversation between them.
She smiled, loosened her hair, and shook her head gently as her hair graciously rested on her shoulders.
‘How has it been? Well, it had been as usual. Living as a fugitive, running from here to there, not being able to stay in one place like Satan. It's hard. Especially these days that people now wonder if the thief they have been chasing was actually a thin boy or a woman. But, I don’t allow the thought of being caught hit my little beating heart. So, I have been here and there and as usual I mistakenly…'She smiled broadly when she said this,' yes... mistakenly stole this phone'. She brought out a phone.
The phone! Jerry's was stunned by the sight of the only phone that connected him to the dead man.
‘Ah...How...How did you get that?' Jerry said, batting his eyes, as he rose from his bed to meet her.
He dragged it out of her hand as she pointed it at him. Quickly, he scrolled to the gallery and saw his picture as he moved backward.
‘Your picture made me save the phone from the eyes of the man that was staring at it', the night visitor continued.’ He kept staring at it like you stared at me that night’.
Jerry mouthed a word and allowed it die.
'Since, the picture was yours, I figured the phone might be yours too, so I stole it, but after I stole it, I discovered that the phone was not yours neither was it the man's, but I felt you need to know about the man that was staring at your picture'.
She brought out another android phone and showed him the picture: a picture of the policeman that came to his place in the afternoon.
‘So, what up between the two of you?’
‘Nothing much’, he said, scowling as he deleted his picture from the phone and sat on the bed, happy with himself, happy that he was free from whatever allegation they might want to hold against him. All he needed to do was to go through the phone for any information that might help him.
‘Or are you people gay?’
‘What?’ Jerry shouted, his voice resounding in the dark cold night. ‘Me… Gay? God forbid…’ He said, shaking his head vigorously. There was nothing worth chasing on the guy's phone.
‘Good’.
Her expertise as a thief had saved him from further investigation of the police. He decided to tell her part of the truth.
‘Someone took my picture and was later found dead. So, they thought I might be involved. Now that you have freed me. How I can repay you?’ Jerry said coming to the edge of the bed.
‘Can’t you keep on living with me? Do you have to continue being a fugitive? I live here alone, no friend or…’ He stopped himself from talking. She shouldn’t be aware of all this information until they have had a good relationship. People play others when they have such information. He didn’t want to be a victim of such.
She laughed heartily, her voice mixing with the swirling, the squeaking and the ‘whee’ sound of the fan.
‘Keep living with you? There is always a new thing in every new place; more so, I will stop moving all about when I’m sure the wind of life will truly come as a breeze and not a storm. I guess we are at par. I've repaid you for the last time. I can’t live with you for many reasons... Now,’ she said as she moved to the door like a model.
Jerry wondered what she was up to as she locked it. She turned to him graciously, removed her t-shirt, took her hand to the zip of her trouser, let it slip off her body gently, switched off the light, and before Jerry could see clearly, she planted a kiss on his lips.
***
When Jerry woke up the next morning, she was gone.
‘Again’, he muttered as he used his head to hit the bed in despair, angry that he had allowed sleep to overcome him again. She must be so good at entering and breaking because of the way she moved. He rolled off the bed the moment he saw a letter on the bed. Like the other day, she had replaced herself with a letter.

'Jerry,
Sweet. God, you are good. I hope we have the chance to meet again. Did you watch the film I asked you to watch? No. If Yes, I’m not sure you have seen what I wanted you see. The questions you should ask yourself: What is the most essential thing after air, water, and food? What is the word which when the first and the last letter is remove means unity? Someday, this hide and seek period will be gone- Night Visitor.
The last sentence baffled Jerry. He sat up. What is unity?
Accord…Harmony…Consensus…One. One?
What is the essential thing of life except those things she listed below? Jerry shook his head when the thought of shelter crept into his mind, and used his hand to ward off an imaginary object registered in his mind. The light was still on. So, he scrambled out of the bed to plug his laptop and all other gadgets. He decided that he would watch the film, Jack Ryan, again. Then, he settled down to be sure he wasn't missing anything. As he was watching the movie, he got it. He got it. He threw his fists into the air and tumbled on the bed. He got it.
‘Whoa! Oh! My God!’
Quickly, as if he was on fire, Jerry rushed out of the bed and got dressed. Then, he rushed to the landlord’s apartment. The thin man came out after he relayed a message to the landlord’s wife that he wanted to see the landlord.
‘Good morning, Mr. Jerry’, the landlord said with a strong Yoruba accent, extending his hand for a shake.
‘Good morning sir’, Jerry said, taking the landlord’s handshake half-heartedly.
‘I hope all is well?’
‘Yes sir. Please, I want to ask…’ Jerry said, wondering how he would post this question at the landlord. ‘Please sir, I can’t remember, but I’m not sure you have given me any receipt since I got here because I can’t find any in my room’.
‘Oh! I’m sorry, I should have sent Bimpe, that my short beautiful daughter, to you, but I always forget’, the landlord said. 'But, Mr. Jerry, don’t worry I will send someone to you’.
‘Okay sir’, Jerry said as he left for his room, wondering how this was connected to what he watched in the movie. Then, he wondered why he didn’t tell the landlord to give him there, that he wasn't busy, that he could wait for him to write and sign the receipt. So, he turned back and returned to the landlord’s room and as he was about to knock, he heard,
‘Hello! The boy is already asking questions’.
His night thief was right: follow the money and the money will guide your path. Now, he seemed to have a better thing to do than listen to Pastor Matthew's ramble about a coming doom and building an underground road.

***
Yemi James was prepared to meet her, he was already up, but Grace Adeoti asked him to come around 9 0’clock that morning. He searched his pocket for the phone, but he didn’t find it.
‘What?’ He mouthed. Then, he remembered the beautiful lady that was sitting beside him, she nearly fell on him as she was about to get out of the bus.
‘Foolish thieves’, he muttered as soon as the clock struck 8:30, he stood and left for Grace’s place, happy that she trusted him with her life. They were almost family because their lives were almost intertwined. Every year, something brought them together almost.
Her home was at Damola estate, which was a stone throw from the hotel he settled in. When he got there, she entertained him with gladness. He wondered how she still kept her beauty in check; her trimmed curvy beautiful body still in shape; her fair skin still shining; her hair still long; and her face that looked like Angelina Jolie’s still well structured.
‘Thank you. I’m sorry I came to disturb you’.
‘Officer Yemi, disturb me?’ She said with a bright smile as if that was a permanent feature of her face.
‘Thank you’, he said he sipped the drink before him, ‘please, when last did you hear from Bidemi… You know the Bidemi I’m talking about right’.
Grace nodded, her bright smile still lingering on her lips as she looked at him.
‘It’s almost seven months now’.
‘Oh!’ Yemi gasped, and sighed heavily, 'I thought you would help me get in touch with him, because I need to get some information from him. So what happened? Did you people not end up…? You know… Married?’
‘Yes. Yes. We married’, she said, ‘and the foolish boy decided to leave me’.
‘Oh! You divorced?’
‘No. He ran away from home, as if he was trying to divert the attention of something bad. He left me and the next day, his body… No… His headless body was found… Dead, stone cold dead’.

***
Rachael, the beautiful thief, was happy with herself, with her achievement. Although she knew the implication, she loved it. How would it be that the guy she had spent most of her life crushing upon would die without sleeping with her?
She had planned it well and fate helped her. Her plan was simple: she waited for that period when it was most unsafe to have any sexual intercourse with any man and slept with Leech, now known as Jerry. Jasper was the fate that played into the scene. She would have dumped his body into the river but she allowed his body lay beside the river. She followed the policeman until it was safe to steal the phone. Then, she wondered when Leech, her most beloved, would stop being careless.
Racheal gently rubbed her stomach as she hoped her stomach wouldn’t shoot out before her second plan came into play. She hoped Leech understood her letter.

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Re: Lost But Satisfied By Akíntayo Akinjide by Akinjidetayo(m) : 6:41 am On Dec 15, 2018

Chapter 10
Reunion

Jerry knew he had to start treading gently in his new quest for knowledge. He would start following all the money he had (every one of them) and the best place to start his search was his bank account. How did he get such a huge amount of money? He needed to find that out.
Now that he was beginning to get clues as regarding himself, he would stop at nothing to know more about himself. At that moment, he wished above all things to meet his beautiful thief again, so that he would get to know all he needed from her. She had many questions to answer, a whole lot of them. And from what he had learnt, she has a lot of answers to any of his question.
When he got to his room, his phone rang. Rita was calling him to remind him about the fridge she wanted to buy and that she wanted him to follow her to Agric bus-stop at 2.00pm.
‘Please remember to bring that thing’, she said, ‘I can’t come there to collect it because of time’. He smiled as her high-pitched voice resonated in his eardrum.
Jerry had promised to give her thirty thousand naira out of the amount she said she needed to get a freezer. She wanted to start selling soft drinks at her house. He would have loved to give her everything but he wanted to keep the fact away from everybody that he was two million naira rich, especially now that he needed to find his origin.
‘Should I seek out my past?’ He asked himself as he laid back on the bed, with fear that he himself wouldn’t like what the future might hold, that whatever might have happened in the past was a beginning of his trouble, of a bigger trouble.
***
By 2.30pm, Once had gotten to Agric Area, from Brown Valley. He hated the journey and its stress, especially the traffic jam. He promised himself that any time he saw Jasper he would use the 6utt of gun to hit his head. Why had the foolish boy not be picking his calls? Once looked around at the place he parked. As he dropped from the car, he was happy that he had done his research about that area well because his search would have made him be at stand-still. He stared at his box of stick sweet and smiled. Chief’s complaint came to him again like before: Jedi Jedi. Bile.
He pondered on where he would start his search. Should he start by going to the police station? No. One of the code of conducts of their organization warned them to avoid the police station at all cost, He looked for a place to park his car, where it would get full protection.
At that time, he wished he had followed a public transport. He drove to the nearest car-wash park, took his tools bag, and left the car for them to wash. Once crossed the road, still pondering on what to do as he crossed the road. Would he walk the whole of Ikorodu, searching for Jasper?
Once had all the details of the place and was preparing to do the job before Chief told him he had given it to someone else. Although he always wanted to be praise, he knew he had to stop deceiving them about being the best before someone discovered how he had remained on top of the game.
‘What did you think about that fridge?’ A lady’s shrill voice said behind him, startling him as he hurriedly left the way for the owner of the voice to overtake him.
‘It’s not worth that amount… At least the guy should have given a better price or try reducing the price’, another voice- a male voice said.
Once knew that voice. He knew that voice. That mustn't be who he thought it was. There must be some resemblance somewhere. He needed to be sure the voice didn’t belong to whom he, Once, thought it belonged to.
Nothing would ruin his precious reputation, the one he had been preserving for five years now, the one many people feared, the one he hid its secret from everyone.
If he was who he thought it was, the person mustn't see him. And if he was the one, Once promised himself, ‘it's final judgement time’.
Even from the physique of this person, Once saw that the owner of the voice looked like who he thought he was. His heartbeat increased as he thought of what that would means for him if the person was truly the one, what that means if Jasper saw him.
After sometimes, he saw that it was who he feared it would be: it was Leech.
As much as he was in a hurry, Once wasn't ready to jeopardize this new mission by doing anything stupid in the public. Leech was supposed to be dead and when they say dead, it could be hidden in a very faraway place or buried. Confused, he brought out a stick of sweet and stuck it in his mouth as he parted the bracelet in his pocket. Racheal had warned him about his attachment to the object but he wasn't ready to heed her warning.
Once followed them via a bike, making sure he kept a safe distance until Leech and the Lady entered a house. All he needed was to be alone with him. So, Leech was still alive? How did he survive that great fall? Thousands of question arose in his mind, he needed answers and Leech must answer them.
Even till now, Leech was still a leech. He was still with the lady he went into the house with, not coming out, and that vexed Once where he sat, waiting. As for the lady, Once was sure he had seen her someone before.
Leech had not stop doing what made everyone in Chief’s house call him ‘Leech’. Once looked at the house, his sweet-stick rolling in his mouth.
At last, Leech came out of the house, making Once’s heart warm up as he quickly took his hand to his bag and brought out a pistol. His gun was always loaded because of emergencies like this. Unlike the other time, when he had trusted the system, he would ensure this killing was clean, sweet and easy. This time he wasn't going to play to chance. He would make sure he watched Leech die.
Despite all, he was ready to offend himself and the one that had always been his help because if any other person knew about this, he was dead. In fact, he would do this and she wouldn’t know anything about it.
He watched the street for any sign of anyone following but there was none there except a haggard beggar. When Leech walked past where he was hiding, Once placed a silencer on the pistol and watched him turn to a corner before he hastily followed him. When he saw Leech cutting another corner, he ran after him and only stopped when he saw where it led to.
He backed away quickly return to the corner, when Leech turned back as if he heard the screeching of Once's face. After hearing the door close, he came out and decided to go in. But some people had pitched a tent beside his house in a bid to celebrate some. So, he decided to wait till the night. As Rachael would always say, ' enjoy your kill, and never procrastinate'.
But this wasn't procrastination. This was enjoying the kill. He chose the night, which had a cloak that would cover Once’s face.
***
Yemi sat transfixed as he watched Grace smiling, and knew the reason she had the big, bright smile on: she wanted to kill every grief and face life squarely, she wanted to let the pain drift away.
‘Your son… What is his name?’
‘Precious’.
‘Hmmm... Precious Adeoti the son of Bidemi Adeoti. I saw him outside. He’s really grown’, Yemi said absent-mindedly.
Grace got the pregnancy of this boy when she was still an undergraduate and it almost affected her education, but she scaled through especially with the help of Bidemi.
‘Grace, accept my condolences’, Yemi said slowly, trying not to raise any sad emotion in Grace.
‘Oh! Please Officer. The ones that would die would die. I’ve been hoping he would return home for months but I didn’t see anyone. That is a reason enough for me not to think over his death any longer’.
Yemi felt tears swelling in his eyes, so he quickly pinched it away and checked the time- 9:30.
‘I saw a man in Greencity that looked exactly like Bidemi’, Yemi said blankly.’ And, he is connected to a murder case that I am working on now, and that’s why I came to ask questions’.
Grace edged forward in her seat, and looked at Yemi intently as if she hadn't given up on her husband being dead. The chair screeched.
‘Where is his picture? Don’t you have any picture of him? Anything that might make me see him? Even though he is a look-alike’.
‘But I thought…’ Yemi said and changed his mind, 'someone stole the phone that has the picture from me in the bus. And you do not need to bother, since…’
‘I need to see him. What if it is Bidemi?’
‘But…’ Yemi said again and kept quiet, 'he is not the one because this other person does not know me’.
‘What if he is pretending?’
‘Nah…’ Yemi said shaking his head, ‘this one wasn't pretending at all; in fact, the way he looked at me, one would know he had never seen me in his entire life’.
‘So…’ Yemi said as he rose, and dusted off unseen dirt from his body, smoothening his trousers, ‘Grace, I’ll have to return to the station to know what we can make of that murder case’.
Saying that, he turned towards the door but Grace pulled his cloth.
‘Please, Officer Yemi, let me follow you…To clear my mind, for me to truly believe he is dead because I am not sure he is dead. I have a feeling he is still alive’.
She went down on her knees.
‘Please, let me follow you to this person in Green City’.
***
Rachael almost jumped for joy as she got to the concluding part of her final plan.
‘I’m good! I’m their boss! I’m the great schemer’, she whispered as she carried the bags of money into her car. She had been monitoring Chief’s transactions for months now and had been waiting for the biggest one to click, to lay her hands on it.
So, when she got the information about this one, she knew she had to grab it and hold fast to it. Luckily for her, Chief still enjoyed following the primitive ways of collecting money. The people, who brought the money to him, brought it to the house:50 billion naira. She found a way to drug everyone in the house that day since they all trusted her. She had served the family for long and it was time to get out. More so, they saw it as a privilege for Rachael, a whole Rachael, to cook for them and serve them.
However, she couldn't leave without saving her crush, newfound lover and, hopefully the father of her unborn child. She couldn't leave without taking Leech from the place she was forced to put him. The place she was forced to hide him from the evil of this world and Chief's desire to use him.
The moment she got outside the building, she tipped the gateman, and zoomed off. Agric Area straight, she thought. She had rushed down all the way from Greencity to Brown valley when she caught notice of the money. The money was like the flower that blossomed in adversity. It was the rare and beautiful.
Her phone rang: It was Martha. ‘Hello Mat…’
‘Once is here’, she whispered.
Rachael inhaled and became rattled. She glanced at her bottle of coffee and gulped it with a great intensity that could break the bottle.

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Re: Lost But Satisfied By Akíntayo Akinjide by Akinjidetayo(m) : 3:06 pm On Dec 15, 2018

Chapter 11

Confusion

Jerry smiled, lying down on the bed, listening to Nigerian Asa's 'No one knows tomorrow'.
Just the other day, the other day
I was talking to the weatherman about today, oh, oh, oh
And all, all he could say, was no one knows tomorrow.
See I can read the weather, child. I can say maybe the rain will fall....
The rain, Jerry thought. The wind had been blowing horribly for days now as if it would rain but there was no rain. Thick, dark clouds have been hovering over Greencity. News had it that rain hadn't fallen in Brown valley since January- wells were dry; borehole engines were spoilt; Rivers, streams and ponds were drying up as if all the water was on strike.
He was still thinking of these, when he drifted into sleep, and had slept for two hours when he felt someone tapping him. He imagined the shake in his subconscious, wondering if he was still dreaming. But the shake was rough and real. So, he opened his eyes to see a man pointing a pistol at him.
The night has arrived and Fortune City’s Electricians had been able to restore the electricity. Jerry jumped up and backwards when he saw what a lanky man was pointing at him. And he swallowed hard as he watched his assailant eye him terribly with a big smirk.
Suddenly, the room became small. The fan began to sing lullaby as the man kept staring at him as if he was a specimen that needed to be studied for a once-in-a-lifetime examination. Jerry swallowed hard in preparation to talk.
‘Who are you?’ Jerry asked.
‘Leech, you…’
‘Leech’, Jerry heartbeat waxed in anger and every of his fear disappeared into the thin air, manipulating his thinking pattern as he stood, not minding that a gun was pointed to his head.
‘So… You are the Leech that almost got me killed. Someone almost killed me because of you and here you are pointing a gun at me’, Jerry said and stood in anger as he faced the man, on a kneeling position. The man pushed him back and tighten his grip on the gun.
‘Shut up! You are Leech. You are Leech. Idiot, do you want to play me? You can’t deceive me. You will die. But before that, what happened to the man that almost killed you?’
‘He is dead’, Jerry said as he braced himself to die.
‘No….’ his assailant groaned. Jerry had to shift back as his assailant moved forward.
‘How did you kill him? Why did you kill him’, he said slowly as he hit Jerry with the 6utt of the gun on the face, making Jerry fall sideways on the bed. Jerry rose immediately so as not to be killed without a fight.
‘I didn’t kill him’.
‘Then who killed him? You are a liar. If you want to revenge, why him…?’
'Revenge?'
The door opened, making Jerry almost faint, thinking he had been shot.
Suddenly, the pop sound of a silenced gun reported and his assailant staggered back. Jerry stood immediately and ran to the corner of the room, and hid under the table. His assailant screamed in pain and fell with a thud, making Jerry think he was dead at first. However, he gave a loud cry and tried to reach for his gun, which flew out his hand. Another bullet was shot into the injured man, who moaned in serious pain and stopped moving: Died.
‘You are crazy…’ A gruff lady’s voice shouted in pure anger as Jerry began to see clearly. The person who shot at his assailant was none other than his beautiful night thief.
‘Why did you rush?’ The lady shouted again, coming into the view of the light, making Jerry see her very well. He had to hold himself from shouting when he saw her. It was none other than the poor beggar that he had been helping, the one he loved to give money. This time around, the wrapper around her was no longer wrapped around her body. The only thing she wore was the brown sweater she was known to wear. Jerry couldn’t fathom how he had been fooled for days. What was he? What do all these people want from him? Why was someone watching over him for months?
‘Spoil everything. You want to spoil everything we have been doing for months? For your information, I suffered for this thing’, the lady shouted now at the top of her voice, not minding what would happen to her.
The beautiful thief turned to face this lady-the old haggard beggar- squarely, and smiled at her.
‘You don't want to understand anything about this life at all…’ She said as she moved back, ‘Mat… I'm sorry…’
She shot Martha on the right thigh, her expression not changing. Martha screamed with intense pain, folding, and sprawling on the floor. Then, she reached for something within her cloth.
‘Martha, you know I trained you… Even though, you are now getting the glory that is mine’, the beautiful night thief said, smiling broadly as she moved to where Martha was wriggling in pain, removed the silenced-gun Martha was about to bring out and placed it away from Martha’s reach, her big smile lingering on.
‘C'mon, stand up’, she ordered Martha, who was still moaning in pain as she held on to her injured leg, limping, ‘go, and protect Jessy’.
Martha stared dagger and limped off. 'I will get you for this’.
‘In your dreams… Now, leave before I change my mind about letting you live’, the beautiful night thief snarled, shooting the grounds around Martha, making Martha hop off in haste.
‘What are you? Who are you?’ Jerry asked.
‘Leech… Jerry, we need to leave here now’.
‘I said who are you? Who am I? What did you people do to me? Why are you doing all these?’
‘I promise to tell you everything if you follow me’, she said with her usual raspy, whispering voice.
‘Follow you… So that you can do what did to me again. So, what we did that night was a means of deceiving me,’ Jerry said as he edged near her.
‘They were true. It was from my heart. I love you sincerely, and dearly’ she said, as her eyes became red and tears began to well up in them, ‘all these were for you, to save you, to help you, to…’
‘Then, tell me everything now’.
‘Now?’
‘Yes, now’.
‘There is no time. Please, let’s go. Let’s leave this God-forsaken place. What they are planning will destroy many people’s lives, so your live is nothing to them. Please, Jerry let’s go’.
‘What? Who?’
‘Them… Chief… The people we all work for’, the beautiful thief said, pointing at the dead man, 'they will stop at nothing to succeed, and they are ready to send anybody to the slaughter house as a sacrificial lamb even their children’.
‘Before I follow you, what is my name?’
The beautiful night thief, looked at him with remorse, shook her head, and moved near him. She put her hand on his head, ruffling the little hair he had on it. At first, this warmed his heart, but he let the thought go, and concentrated on the present need. He looked at her as she stared into his eyes.
‘Tell me. This moment’.
‘Your name…’
‘Good evening…’ two voices said- a male’s and a female’s voice, with the female’s voice being exceptionally loud.
Jerry and the beautiful night thief were startled.
‘Who is there?’ He roared.
‘It’s the-’
‘Bidemi’, a lady said as she ran to him, hugged him tightly, crying over him like she found a lost pearl.
‘What now?'
With the new twist of event, he knew he would go mad.
‘Who is Bidemi?’
‘Bidemi, It’s I, Grace’.
‘Grace?’
‘Yes, your wife. Grace. Bidemi. Why did you leave me? Bidemi’.
Jerry removed her hands and moved back Although, he had seen beauty, especially that of the beautiful night thief, and Shade’s beauty, he had never seen anyone as beautiful as the lady in front of him. Quickly, his eyes roamed to the man at the other end and he felt blood pumping faster in his heart. The man at the other end was the police that came days before to ask questions.
***
Ever since the day the Rachael could remember waking up without memory of the past, she had never ever felt so inferior to anyone, none- be it her elder or mate. Neither had she felt so drawn too quickly to a lady like she just did.
However, she knew that if she didn’t take Leech with her, she would lose him to Grace, his wife, whom Jerry always loved. She cringed as she watched Grace hug him and almost ran to stop them from hugging. She had to make Jerry follow her, to forget Grace or not know her because the moment he did, he would give up everything for her. She had watched them from afar years before he lost his memory, and knew what he could do if he remembered who she was.
‘Jerry, you have to follow me’, Rachael said raptly, holding her pistol well, making it visible enough.
‘Where are you taking him to? Bidemi, look at me.’, Grace said with such a tone that even the daughters of Aphrodite in their beauty and splendor would obey. Her voice was more enchanting than that of any charm talker. Grace stared at for a while and turned to Jerry. He looked at her. ‘I’m your wife. You are going home with me’.
‘Please, Jerry you can’t go home now’, Rachael said with her pleading voice, ‘please follow me. Remember, I am the one that have all the information about you. Please, let me help you’.
She herself knew that her pleading voice could be also charming and confusing. Jerry glanced at her. She had once used this pleading voice to destroy a whole family- a family of ten. Jerry seemed ready to succumb to her request.
‘Bidemi, you have to follow me’, Grace said again, firmly. Grace gave her a prolong look like a wounded Lion, who was ready to pounce, finish, and destroy any obstacle, making Rachael feared for her life for the first time in many years, despite the gun she held.
‘Jerry… See you need to leave her, even if she is your wife. There are more to this than meet the eyes. Look at me, I have a gun. I would have used it to force you away, but if you need to make any decision, you need to make it now’, she said with the expectation that her word had sunk into his brain.

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Re: Lost But Satisfied By Akíntayo Akinjide by Akinjidetayo(m) : 3:07 pm On Dec 15, 2018

Chapter 12
Opening New Jams
Jerry looked from one woman to the other. He was angry with this woman that called herself his wife for showing up at a wrong time to declare that she was his wife. She should have come a long time before he fell in love with the beautiful night thief. She should have come before the beautiful night thief gave him the enticing choice of following her for information about himself. Also, he was angry with the beautiful night thief for playing with his emotion, memory, and intelligence.
Jerry looked around angrily, roughly picked his bag, phones, and his diaries, dropped the diaries, and hissed. He should have guessed that the diary was falsified but he wanted to believe in the lie that had been propounded for him. The others watched him attentively, waiting for what he would do. None of them talked.
The room was plunged into a grave silence as he continued picking one thing or the other. He picked his wallet and checked to see that it contained his ATM card. He removed the I.D card in it and flung it around the room, which hit his dead assailant. He picked a piece of paper, wrote Rita’s number on it, and slipped the paper into his wallet. And then, he removed his Sim cards from his phones, made sure the others could see what he was about to do, and broke the Sim cards. And with that, he moved towards the door. With the bag at his back, he went out of the room.
‘Jerry, where are you going?’
‘Nobody should follow me or find… I don’t know you… Any of you’, he said gingerly, still clutching the bag.
‘Bidemi, come back’, Grace shouted as she rushed to him, and held his cloth. This action infuriated Jerry; he roughly removed her hands off his cloth, and pushed her away, not minding if she fell.
‘Nobody… Nobody should follow me’, he shouted, to the extent that he himself felt pain as his veins expanded, ‘leave me alone…Let me be’.
‘Bidemi Adeoti… Come back, we need to talk about all these murders. I need someone to explain all these to me’, Yemi, the police officer, shouted, making Jerry pause and turn.
‘Go and investigate it yourself. I must never ever see any of you in my life till I die. Any of you’, Jerry warned as he turned back.
‘You cannot go anywhere… Not until you tell me ….’ Yemi began to say but stopped midway as the beautiful night thief pointed her gun at him.
***
‘He said nobody… Nobody… and that includes you’, she growled, ‘now back off’.
Rachael moved back to a point where her gun could cover both Officer Yemi and Grace, who still looked at her quizzically.
‘Now, the two of you, move back. Do you know how it feels to one’s lose memory?’ She barked at them, and watched their expression, ‘Do you? No, you don’t. I know how it feels and that’s why you must leave him alone’, she shouted, tears flowing from her eyes. At this point, her logicality was eluding her and was creating a space for sentimentality, but she wasn't concerned.
‘But he would… I need him’, Grace cried, moving an inch. She glanced at her as if she was trying to come out of a misty position to an open space.
‘To survive? If you move again, I will turn you to watermelon’, Rachael said, eyeing Grace’s feet. Then, she gulped the bottle of coffee.
Grace paused and stared at her.' You are…It's you. I know you o. Oh! My God.’
‘Ehy… Don’t try to enter into my head. You want to play me’, Rachael growled, and later scoffed,’ you can’t do anything to me’.
‘Racheal?’
Rachael's hand faltered and she began to lower her hand. However, she quickly steadied her hands.
‘How did you know my name?’
‘Racheal?’ Grace mouthed and moved forward, not minding that the gun was pointed to her chest, ‘I knew it from the moment I saw you. That bottle of coffee. The gouts. Watermelon. I should have known it was you’.
Grace ran to Racheal and hugged her, crying like a baby.
‘Oh! Racheal’, she cried, her cry piercing the peace of the night, ‘oh! Racheal’.
Racheal, who was still confused, withdrew herself from Grace’s grasp and looked at her intently.
‘Who are you?’ she said as her expression lightened up with joy and hope that she had gotten a missing link she had looking for.
‘I should be the one not knowing you’, Grace said, ‘you have suddenly become fairer’.
‘Fairer?’
‘Yes, you were fair, but not as fair as this. It’s I, Grace’.
Racheal, swallowed hard and looked at Grace intently, hoping that the message she was passing would have meaning.
‘I found out that I was injected when I was small, maybe around 15 or so, and I can’t remember anything that had happen to me when I was small’, said Racheal,’ so, I might not know you’.
‘We will talk later. I can know you anywhere with your watermelon’, Grace said hurriedly, ‘That guy, the one that we've had encounter with many time. That’s Bidemi. He is my husband’.
‘I know he’s your husband but I truly can’t remember the times we've met before. I used to watch from afar but you shouldn't know me…’ Racheal said.
‘Well, he is my husband now. You have to help me find him. I thought he was dead but that’s him’.
‘No…’ Racheal said as she shook her head, and raised her gun to the chest level of Grace,’ you can’t. Let him be. He is safe if nobody knows where he is. The bad people that want to kill him wouldn’t get the chance to do so’.
‘Please, I can tell you everything you were before you were kidnapped. I’m sure that would help you remember the things happened to you when you were small’, Grace said like someone, who had a very hot potato in the mouth,’ I will tell you everything, ranging from Mama Agba, to how Ngozi, the girl that treated you inhumanly and about Madam Flourish, and how ….’
Flood of images flowed into her head; Racheal saw images from her nightmares coming back into her head at that moment and it was horrible and tormenting.
‘Argh…’ she yelled as she raised her hand to her head, and held it firmly, bending her head a little.
‘Stop. Stop’, she shouted and held the gun firmly, stabilizing her hand and the look.
‘Please, how are you sure he would be safe?’ Grace pleaded.
‘He would be…’ Racheal started to say and stopped midway as she realized Grace was right. She had to snap out of her emotional roller coaster and pursue Bidemi before he fell into the wrong hands. What if he fell into the hand of Chief himself or those that had the intention of killing him?
‘Alright, let's go....'
They all ran out into the street.
‘I will use my car to search this side', Racheal said after they had searched the street fruitlessly and they got to a-two-way junction.
‘And if I see him', she continued hurriedly, ' I'll persuade him to follow me, or make sure he gets to a safe place'.
‘Ah-ahn', Grace said, and stopped talking when Racheal raised her left hand, her gun still in her right hand.
'If you find him', Racheal continued,' please, take care of him. Try to persuade him to follow you. Move out of this dung hole. Go very far from Fortunecity. Nowhere is safe. Go to Lagos or outside Nigeria'.
‘And what about the dead man?' Yemi said moving towards her.
‘Guy, what? Please. Go and do your investigation. The dead man is a crook. Now, be gone before I change my mind about letting you also live'.
‘What about your memory, your past?' Grace said agitatedly, moving towards Racheal,’ what about our friendship?’
‘Forget me, and search for Bidemi. Leave my memory, my past and our friendship'.
‘Friendship? You were my half-sister. Our father was… Can’t you bring him back when...?’
‘Half-sister? No bargain. I’m not bringing him back. Be fast and be gone'.
‘In case you don’t see him, what will you do?'
‘I’m leaving the city, of course'.
Grace ran to her, hugged her, and pecked her on the cheek, dazzling Racheal. Grace sniffled.
‘Take care, Racheal. We've been meeting like this before. We will surely meet again'.
‘Hun’, Racheal murmured.
Racheal ran to her car before the policeman decided to follow her, seeing that he was adamant and wanted to know more about Once, who was in pain in Jerry’s room. She almost missed the bangles in his bre*st pocket. Now, she was happy the idiot had it on him. And so, she drove off.
She searched the whole area as she went on, with the fear that Chief and the few F.A.L.T men with chief would be awake, and that meant she would soon start having one police problem or the other.
She didn’t see Jerry on the way and she had to double back to go through another area. Racheal glanced at the time and decided it was time to leave.
‘He’ll be fine', she whispered to herself, the glasses wound up. She blinked back tears. So she had a half-sister that loved her.
***
Jerry was sure none of them saw him, when he doubled back to go the carnal area of Agric. He entered the deep, into the bush, trying as much as possible not to make any sound as he entered. When he found where he was going, he parted the bush, and saw the frail path. He followed it and walked for fifteen minutes before he finally came to a large expanse of land that had been cleared. In the middle of it stood a wooden house from which slow music flowed into the atmosphere, making it fit as a place one would find joy in resting, thinking, and imagining great things.
He trudged forward and knocked, heaving with relief that he would be safe from everybody now. He withdrew his hand to knock again,
‘Come in, Mr. Jerry. I've been expecting you', Pastor Matthew said.
Jerry opened the door, and felt peace radiating in his bones, and marrow.
***
Once rose at last, after he was sure every one of them was gone. He removed the bangles that was in his bre*st pocket and stared at it admirably.
‘Guy...’ he said as he tried to stabilized himself with the wall,' you saved a man's life. You are my hero'.
Once took the bangles from his last operation. When he fell in love with the rich woman, Juliana, he was supposed to kill; in fact, he decided not to kill her again and was ready to defile every authority because of this woman. However, the tide turned when he couldn’t hold his guilt anymore and told her his initial plan. When she heard about the consequences of his not-killing-her, she gave him her bangles as a good-luck charm and poisoned herself.
He kissed it and stared at it admirably again. Rachael really wanted to kill just as he wanted to kill Leech.
‘Thank you, Juliana’.
He removed the bullet that was stuck to the bangles and threw the bullet away, smiling happily that he was still alive, and that he knew where he should go first- not hospital, neither would he chase any of those buffoons nor will he look for Leech: He would return to Chief's place to renew his contract. He would use Chief’s love for riches to do his biddings.

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Re: Lost But Satisfied By Akíntayo Akinjide by Akinjidetayo(m) : 4:27 pm On Dec 16, 2018

Chapter 13
God or Brain Touch?

Jerry couldn’t fathom why Pastor Matthew had initially kept this place but it was useful at that time. Two months ago, he had saved the Pastor from being sent to an asylum for the second time and today Pastor Matthew was the one saving him. Pastor Matthew, a 5.3 feet tall man, who also had a very big bald that made the little hair on his head look like an island. People had advised him to let the hair go, but he was adamant. He told people he was a Nazarene and the hair of a Nazarene mustn't be touched with a blade.
Four weeks ago, about the same time Jerry began to have problem from left and right, Pastor Matthew was almost sent to an asylum. All preparation had been made, but Jerry saved him by helping him escape the church members that tied him down after Pastor Matthew gave him assurance that he was actually sane.
The church, at that time, after many deliverance sections, had agreed that the best option was to take the pastor to an asylum, where he would have little or no contact with anybody, whosoever. How would God tell a Pastor to go to the wild and gather wild animals for a coming doom? Either the Pastor wasn't hearing well from God or the Pastor was misinterpreting God.
The more he fought the urge to think about the events, the more the events came to him vividly. Jerry smirked and gently hit his head on the wall repeatedly. He shouldn't have allowed his emotion overrule his logic. If he had followed one of the women, he would have information about himself. He hissed and turned to face the pastor, who was busy drawing something.
Pastor Matthew, who was constructing something in a big drawing book, turned to Jerry. The small table held a lamp, a Mathematical set, gum, compass, protractor.
‘Bro. Jeremiah, you do not understand what you have done by coming here? How the lord plans to use you to wrought great wonders and great preparation. Eyes have not seen. Ears have not heard. Neither has it come to the hearts of men what God plans for you. However how long the moon disappears, someday it must shine again’.
Jerry nodded. He didn’t understand what Pastor Matthew was talking about, but he had to respect him, no matter what others might thought of him.
‘I have plotted the ship. According to what the lord is telling me, it would be bigger than Noah’s ark. All I need now is to start work on it’, Pastor Matthew said, rubbing his hands happily.
Pastor Matthew stood hurriedly and opened his bible. He bent over it, drew the orange lamp towards himself, and began to rapidly write out figures into a small notepad. This behavior was disturbing to Jerry.
The house was cozy. It was plastered inside out, there were two arm-chair in the mini-sitting room. In addition, there were two other bedrooms. When Jerry entered one of the rooms to drop his bag, a bed had been placed there for him.
Jerry sat there like one of those University students, who were bent on graduating, but have no real plan for their life. Right now, Jerry believed, anything goes.
‘Bro. Jerry…’ Pastor Matthew said as he sat on the chair opposite Jerry.
‘Why are you worried as if there is no solution? God is always around to solve whatever problem you might have. More so, all things work together for the good of those that love God and you love God. Don’t you believe in God again? Be like the cricket. It’s never blinded by sands of its burrowing’.
Jerry couldn’t utter a word. If Pastor Matthew was a child, Jerry would have slapped him for telling him to trust in God at that time. So, he nodded.
‘So, what’s your plan? Plans are the foundation of our tomorrow. God has been teaching plans for days now. You needed to see the underground road, he made me build these past days’.
‘Plans? Pastor Matt, I have no plan whatsoever. All I wish was for is the cold hand of death to grab my hardened souls and return it to God’.
‘Well, you are still here’.
‘I know. I know and that’s disturbing. I want to die…’
‘Hmm... Bro. Jerry. Have you forgotten that lines are falling for us in pleasant places? The lines we are talking about here are sometimes problem. What did the lord say about the lady of the night?’
‘I didn’t hear anything from God as regarding her, maybe because I was so much engrossed in appreciating her beauty and personality that I was so deaf to God concerning her’.
‘Hmmm… Would God have wanted you to follow her’?
Jerry waited and stared at Pastor Matthew for sometimes.
‘No…’ He said affirmatively.
‘What of that woman that called herself your wife?’
‘Nah. God wouldn’t have wanted me to follow her. She is too possessive’.
‘Do you have anything in mind that you wish to do?’ Pastor Matthew asked as he shifted forward as if he expected something and had been praying Jerry would say what he wanted.
Jerry’s eyes flew to the time on the wall that kept ticking and striking chords in his brain. The time was fifteen minutes after midnight.
‘I’ll like to leave Green City’.
Pastor Matthew flew up and screamed, 'Yes!’
He jabbed the air excitedly and began to pace the room, his hand behind his back like someone who had gotten an idea but still feared the consequences.
‘I think the lord had impressed it on my heart to leave Greencity for my house in….’
The door burst open and five men rushed into the room. They ran to Pastor Matthew, held him tight, and began to tie him with a very long rope.
‘What’s this? ‘Jerry shouted, standing and trying to pull the men off Pastor Matthew, ‘Bro. Seye, what is the meaning of this?’
‘Bro. Jerry. We must carry Pastor to Yaba, Lagos. He needs it. Don’t you know how many people died from the animals he took the other time? And now, he is hiding here. We don’t know what he would be doing next. Moreover, whatever he might be planning, God knows, would be detrimental to humans' health. See, Police had been looking all over the place for him’.
Bro. Seye was a fat man. His belly protruded under the t-shirt he wore and he was panting heavily.
‘Honor me. I’m your pastor. Carry me well’ Pastor Matthew shouted as he wriggled in the hand of the men tying him, ‘No…I’m alright. I’m not mad. I’m perfectly alright’.
Jerry ran from one man to the other and tried to pull their grips off the pastor, but the men were adamant and were soon carrying Pastor Matthew away as if he was a robot that needed repair.
The men kept carrying him away, not minding his noise, not minding the way Jerry pulled their hands off him. They carried him on, out of the garden, through the bush, and headed straight for a car that was waiting for them.
‘Good’, a throaty voice called from afar, ‘I knew we would find you’.
Jerry stopped trying to save Pastor Matthew and stopped as he saw the owner of the voice coming out of the darkness into the light emanating from the headlight of a van. The owner of the voice was a plump policeman, whose belly didn’t allow him to close the button of his shirt well.
‘Do you think you can keep on hiding from us?’ The policeman said.
‘I was not hiding’, Pastor Matthew cried in pain, ‘it was an instruction from the lord’.
At that time, Jerry felt like slapping the pastor to tell him to shut up. He felt like crushing these church members, who thought they were helping the pastor, for ruining his plan. He had hoped that he would enjoy his stay with the pastor but these loyalists have disrupted every plan he had.
‘The lord told us too to carry you. Take him into the van’, the police officer shouted. Some of the policemen ran to carry Pastor Matthew, loosened him and used the rope to tie only his hands.
‘What do we do with the remaining people?’ One of the policemen shouted above the noise of a car hurrying towards their direction.
‘Leave them, we have gotten the person we need’.
Jerry shifted back in frustration. He decided to keep on staying in Pastor’s hut and turned towards it the same time a shot rang from afar. Jerry turned hurriedly to see where the gunshot was from. Suddenly the shots became more than one. The sounds of the gunshots were different- some sounded like Dane guns, some other pistol, and sophisticated guns and another set sounded like old type of modern guns.
Jerry crouched as stray bullets hit one of the policemen and one of Pastor Matthew’s church members. Noises erupted from everyone as they tried to hide their heads. Even light from lamps suddenly went off in some houses. The siren of a police car blared and disturbed the choky night.
‘Thief!’ People shouted as a car zoomed past Jerry and others in the night. The police officer that was supposed to catch Pastor Matthew joined in the shooting. His gun hit the tyre of the car and the car swerved and later stopped. The policemen ran towards the car.
Jerry, seeing this opportunity, not knowing the reason he was doing that, ran to the Pastor and opened the door. Luckily for him, the rope used to tie the pastor wasn't tied well. He untied it and pulled Pastor Matthew out of the van. They ran back towards the hut- Jerry at the front, not minding if Pastor was running fast. All he wanted was to get out of the danger zone and to help Pastor Matthew escape these people.
‘Come here’, Pastor Matthew shouted, when Jerry rushed towards the house.
Jerry stopped and followed him. Pastor Matthew had better have a good plan or else he would tie him down himself.
‘Where are we going?’ Jerry asked amidst his pant and desire to escape.
'The underground', Pastor Matthew ran to the back of the house, screeching to a halt in front of a big blue plastic drum, which was locked, and stood there.
‘What now?’ Jerry asked as he stopped behind the pastor.
‘Pastor’ someone was calling from afar
‘We have to leave here fast before they catch you’, Jerry said. He didn’t know what he should believe. Should he agree with the pastor that a doom of water was coming fast and that they needed to prepare like the days of Noah? On the other hand, should he agree with the members of Pastor’s church, who believed Pastor was mad and needed immediate remanding.
Pastor Matthew pushed the drum. Bennett smirked and nodded in agreement to what everyone believed, that the Pastor was mad, and that he needed to tie him, but there was no time to tie Pastor down. He had to bring Pastor’s back to the situation at hand.
‘Pastor Matthew, what are you doing?’ He shouted as the person calling Pastor Matthew got nearer.
‘Come. Help me remove this drum of sand. Two hands better one.’
Jerry joined him in pushing the drum away. The drum rolled away in the dark, clanging on the floor as it kept on running into stones, but the drum didn’t stop until it got to a fence. Pastor Matthew bent and opened a trapdoor. If not that he saw the head of the trapdoor, he would have ever believed it was there.
‘Follow me’, Pastor Matthew said as he jumped into the hole. Jerry hesitated and he scanned the hole and then decided to enter the hole seeing he had no better option.
Pastor Matthew locked the trapdoor from within. The whole place was so dark to the chagrin of Jerry, who held his breathe and refused to talk as Pastor Mathew held his hand firmly. He nodded even though Pastor Matthew wouldn’t see him. The men looking for Pastor Matthew were already outside the hole and were calling his name.
‘You have to hold my cloth. We will be walking through this place in the dark till I am sure we can put on the light’.
Jerry knew he was done for. But no matter what, he was totally free from everyone that wanted him at all cost.

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Re: Lost But Satisfied By Akíntayo Akinjide by Akinjidetayo(m) : 4:27 pm On Dec 16, 2018

Chapter 13
God or Brain Touch?

Jerry couldn’t fathom why Pastor Matthew had initially kept this place but it was useful at that time. Two months ago, he had saved the Pastor from being sent to an asylum for the second time and today Pastor Matthew was the one saving him. Pastor Matthew, a 5.3 feet tall man, who also had a very big bald that made the little hair on his head look like an island. People had advised him to let the hair go, but he was adamant. He told people he was a Nazarene and the hair of a Nazarene mustn't be touched with a blade.
Four weeks ago, about the same time Jerry began to have problem from left and right, Pastor Matthew was almost sent to an asylum. All preparation had been made, but Jerry saved him by helping him escape the church members that tied him down after Pastor Matthew gave him assurance that he was actually sane.
The church, at that time, after many deliverance sections, had agreed that the best option was to take the pastor to an asylum, where he would have little or no contact with anybody, whosoever. How would God tell a Pastor to go to the wild and gather wild animals for a coming doom? Either the Pastor wasn't hearing well from God or the Pastor was misinterpreting God.
The more he fought the urge to think about the events, the more the events came to him vividly. Jerry smirked and gently hit his head on the wall repeatedly. He shouldn't have allowed his emotion overrule his logic. If he had followed one of the women, he would have information about himself. He hissed and turned to face the pastor, who was busy drawing something.
Pastor Matthew, who was constructing something in a big drawing book, turned to Jerry. The small table held a lamp, a Mathematical set, gum, compass, protractor.
‘Bro. Jeremiah, you do not understand what you have done by coming here? How the lord plans to use you to wrought great wonders and great preparation. Eyes have not seen. Ears have not heard. Neither has it come to the hearts of men what God plans for you. However how long the moon disappears, someday it must shine again’.
Jerry nodded. He didn’t understand what Pastor Matthew was talking about, but he had to respect him, no matter what others might thought of him.
‘I have plotted the ship. According to what the lord is telling me, it would be bigger than Noah’s ark. All I need now is to start work on it’, Pastor Matthew said, rubbing his hands happily.
Pastor Matthew stood hurriedly and opened his bible. He bent over it, drew the orange lamp towards himself, and began to rapidly write out figures into a small notepad. This behavior was disturbing to Jerry.
The house was cozy. It was plastered inside out, there were two arm-chair in the mini-sitting room. In addition, there were two other bedrooms. When Jerry entered one of the rooms to drop his bag, a bed had been placed there for him.
Jerry sat there like one of those University students, who were bent on graduating, but have no real plan for their life. Right now, Jerry believed, anything goes.
‘Bro. Jerry…’ Pastor Matthew said as he sat on the chair opposite Jerry.
‘Why are you worried as if there is no solution? God is always around to solve whatever problem you might have. More so, all things work together for the good of those that love God and you love God. Don’t you believe in God again? Be like the cricket. It’s never blinded by sands of its burrowing’.
Jerry couldn’t utter a word. If Pastor Matthew was a child, Jerry would have slapped him for telling him to trust in God at that time. So, he nodded.
‘So, what’s your plan? Plans are the foundation of our tomorrow. God has been teaching plans for days now. You needed to see the underground road, he made me build these past days’.
‘Plans? Pastor Matt, I have no plan whatsoever. All I wish was for is the cold hand of death to grab my hardened souls and return it to God’.
‘Well, you are still here’.
‘I know. I know and that’s disturbing. I want to die…’
‘Hmm... Bro. Jerry. Have you forgotten that lines are falling for us in pleasant places? The lines we are talking about here are sometimes problem. What did the lord say about the lady of the night?’
‘I didn’t hear anything from God as regarding her, maybe because I was so much engrossed in appreciating her beauty and personality that I was so deaf to God concerning her’.
‘Hmmm… Would God have wanted you to follow her’?
Jerry waited and stared at Pastor Matthew for sometimes.
‘No…’ He said affirmatively.
‘What of that woman that called herself your wife?’
‘Nah. God wouldn’t have wanted me to follow her. She is too possessive’.
‘Do you have anything in mind that you wish to do?’ Pastor Matthew asked as he shifted forward as if he expected something and had been praying Jerry would say what he wanted.
Jerry’s eyes flew to the time on the wall that kept ticking and striking chords in his brain. The time was fifteen minutes after midnight.
‘I’ll like to leave Green City’.
Pastor Matthew flew up and screamed, 'Yes!’
He jabbed the air excitedly and began to pace the room, his hand behind his back like someone who had gotten an idea but still feared the consequences.
‘I think the lord had impressed it on my heart to leave Greencity for my house in….’
The door burst open and five men rushed into the room. They ran to Pastor Matthew, held him tight, and began to tie him with a very long rope.
‘What’s this? ‘Jerry shouted, standing and trying to pull the men off Pastor Matthew, ‘Bro. Seye, what is the meaning of this?’
‘Bro. Jerry. We must carry Pastor to Yaba, Lagos. He needs it. Don’t you know how many people died from the animals he took the other time? And now, he is hiding here. We don’t know what he would be doing next. Moreover, whatever he might be planning, God knows, would be detrimental to humans' health. See, Police had been looking all over the place for him’.
Bro. Seye was a fat man. His belly protruded under the t-shirt he wore and he was panting heavily.
‘Honor me. I’m your pastor. Carry me well’ Pastor Matthew shouted as he wriggled in the hand of the men tying him, ‘No…I’m alright. I’m not mad. I’m perfectly alright’.
Jerry ran from one man to the other and tried to pull their grips off the pastor, but the men were adamant and were soon carrying Pastor Matthew away as if he was a robot that needed repair.
The men kept carrying him away, not minding his noise, not minding the way Jerry pulled their hands off him. They carried him on, out of the garden, through the bush, and headed straight for a car that was waiting for them.
‘Good’, a throaty voice called from afar, ‘I knew we would find you’.
Jerry stopped trying to save Pastor Matthew and stopped as he saw the owner of the voice coming out of the darkness into the light emanating from the headlight of a van. The owner of the voice was a plump policeman, whose belly didn’t allow him to close the button of his shirt well.
‘Do you think you can keep on hiding from us?’ The policeman said.
‘I was not hiding’, Pastor Matthew cried in pain, ‘it was an instruction from the lord’.
At that time, Jerry felt like slapping the pastor to tell him to shut up. He felt like crushing these church members, who thought they were helping the pastor, for ruining his plan. He had hoped that he would enjoy his stay with the pastor but these loyalists have disrupted every plan he had.
‘The lord told us too to carry you. Take him into the van’, the police officer shouted. Some of the policemen ran to carry Pastor Matthew, loosened him and used the rope to tie only his hands.
‘What do we do with the remaining people?’ One of the policemen shouted above the noise of a car hurrying towards their direction.
‘Leave them, we have gotten the person we need’.
Jerry shifted back in frustration. He decided to keep on staying in Pastor’s hut and turned towards it the same time a shot rang from afar. Jerry turned hurriedly to see where the gunshot was from. Suddenly the shots became more than one. The sounds of the gunshots were different- some sounded like Dane guns, some other pistol, and sophisticated guns and another set sounded like old type of modern guns.
Jerry crouched as stray bullets hit one of the policemen and one of Pastor Matthew’s church members. Noises erupted from everyone as they tried to hide their heads. Even light from lamps suddenly went off in some houses. The siren of a police car blared and disturbed the choky night.
‘Thief!’ People shouted as a car zoomed past Jerry and others in the night. The police officer that was supposed to catch Pastor Matthew joined in the shooting. His gun hit the tyre of the car and the car swerved and later stopped. The policemen ran towards the car.
Jerry, seeing this opportunity, not knowing the reason he was doing that, ran to the Pastor and opened the door. Luckily for him, the rope used to tie the pastor wasn't tied well. He untied it and pulled Pastor Matthew out of the van. They ran back towards the hut- Jerry at the front, not minding if Pastor was running fast. All he wanted was to get out of the danger zone and to help Pastor Matthew escape these people.
‘Come here’, Pastor Matthew shouted, when Jerry rushed towards the house.
Jerry stopped and followed him. Pastor Matthew had better have a good plan or else he would tie him down himself.
‘Where are we going?’ Jerry asked amidst his pant and desire to escape.
'The underground', Pastor Matthew ran to the back of the house, screeching to a halt in front of a big blue plastic drum, which was locked, and stood there.
‘What now?’ Jerry asked as he stopped behind the pastor.
‘Pastor’ someone was calling from afar
‘We have to leave here fast before they catch you’, Jerry said. He didn’t know what he should believe. Should he agree with the pastor that a doom of water was coming fast and that they needed to prepare like the days of Noah? On the other hand, should he agree with the members of Pastor’s church, who believed Pastor was mad and needed immediate remanding.
Pastor Matthew pushed the drum. Bennett smirked and nodded in agreement to what everyone believed, that the Pastor was mad, and that he needed to tie him, but there was no time to tie Pastor down. He had to bring Pastor’s back to the situation at hand.
‘Pastor Matthew, what are you doing?’ He shouted as the person calling Pastor Matthew got nearer.
‘Come. Help me remove this drum of sand. Two hands better one.’
Jerry joined him in pushing the drum away. The drum rolled away in the dark, clanging on the floor as it kept on running into stones, but the drum didn’t stop until it got to a fence. Pastor Matthew bent and opened a trapdoor. If not that he saw the head of the trapdoor, he would have ever believed it was there.
‘Follow me’, Pastor Matthew said as he jumped into the hole. Jerry hesitated and he scanned the hole and then decided to enter the hole seeing he had no better option.
Pastor Matthew locked the trapdoor from within. The whole place was so dark to the chagrin of Jerry, who held his breathe and refused to talk as Pastor Mathew held his hand firmly. He nodded even though Pastor Matthew wouldn’t see him. The men looking for Pastor Matthew were already outside the hole and were calling his name.
‘You have to hold my cloth. We will be walking through this place in the dark till I am sure we can put on the light’.
Jerry knew he was done for. But no matter what, he was totally free from everyone that wanted him at all cost.

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Re: Lost But Satisfied By Akíntayo Akinjide by Akinjidetayo(m) : 4:29 pm On Dec 16, 2018

Chapter 14
The Beginning of Woes

Pastor Matthew stopped in the dark tunnel and switched on a torchlight. They had been walking in the underground tunnel for a long time that Jerry had even lost count of time. Although he informed Jerry that he had worked on the underground, he never expected it to be so equipped for such thing like they were about to do. Jerry seemed to remember being in a place like this when he was younger but he knew it would be one of his memory and hoped to get it soon.
‘Oh! Lest I forget, Merry Christmas’, Pastor Matthew said when the light came on.
Jerry couldn’t bring himself to reply Pastor Matthew. If he gave him a definite response, then Pastor Matthew would be in trouble because he would tell him the truth that would make anybody cry.
There was nothing interesting about the place. They kept moving with the light as their guide, until they finally came out of another bush. Pastor Matthew climbed out of a tunnel and Jerry did so.
They soon began to move in a bush path that made Jerry hate the little life he had. Pastor Matthew led the way until they got out into a street that soon led to Agric bus stop.
Luckily, for them it was Christmas. People wandered the street; the vigilantes were absent to question people’s movement; instead, they were in a corner at one of the dry gin seller’s shop.
‘How do we leave this place’, Jerry asked, irritated. He himself didn’t know why he allowed one situation to be the propellant of his belief in Pastor’s Matthew visions. Why had he released the Pastor and hadn't allow him to be in the psychiatric home? In fact, that would have saved him from the trouble he was having now.
‘We didn’t take the plan for the ship’, Pastor lamented and raised his hands.
‘How do we get away, Pastor?’
‘Don’t worry, brother Jeremiah, the lord himself has provided a car for the easy movement of our natural body out of Greencity’.
Jerry was tired of everything that had been happening. He needed a sound rest and, probably, a cold drink.
The beautiful night thief told him that there was an impending evil and that he needed to leave town. And here was the most wanted Pastor in town telling him that they they had to leave too. He believed a water doom was coming. Where would the water come from? It had not been raining for a long time now. The cloud kept gathering everywhere; yet, the rain refused to fall. Thunder rumbled in the distant again like it had been doing since the beginning of the time Jerry woke; yet, the rain didn’t drop.
A black Toyota parked in front of them and a young woman scrambled out of it, acknowledged Jerry and faced the Pastor.
'I knew you were right. And this is a confirmation that I must start what the lord had been telling me'.
‘So far you're sure it's God, then you don't need any more trouble’, Pastor Matthew said, holding the woman’s hand firmly.
'Bro. Jerry, meet Chloe Kings Obaigbanwen. She is…'
Jerry's eyes opened in surprised. 'She was the one that was said to have escape the asylum after kidnapping and killing some women that saw visions of heaven. I read her story in the news'.
She looked sideways towards Jerry and her eyes caught his doubting look, and she quickly turned to the Pastor’s again.
‘I will … I know where to meet you’.
‘Please, make it fast before it starts’.
The woman bent as Pastor Matthew gave her a side hug and opened the door to enter the car.
‘Bro. Jerry, please enter’, Pastor Matthew called from the other side. 'Time speeds on.’
The woman pulled Jerry aside.
‘You seems afraid of me because of the half-baked news you heard about me. I saw doubt in your eyes; yet, you are following him…’
‘That’s because I myself have no place to go…’
‘You have to believe everything he says’, the woman said and squeezed Jerry’s hand very well, ‘he told me to meet him here last year. We were in the asylum together before he was released and we've not been in contact ever since. But here we're today. And I also the vision of God. The rapture is coming. I'm to prepare the world for that. God would destroy the world after he had taken some selected few away’.
‘But how…. the Lord says he wouldn’t destroy man with rain again’, Jerry said as Pastor Matthew honked.
‘Yes. However, it’s men that are causing it this time, not God. His only job is to give the final say. How will God not allow the spiritual causes to have its effect when some people are already sacrificing humans to Devil the god of this world and had made him the master of their life? How will God not accept when the blood of men is a power to invoke anything in the heavenlies’? And Christians are not praying- for the drought or to know what will happen in the future. They are not trying to know the mysteries of the spirit'.
‘What mysteries of the spirit?'
'There’s always more and more of God that can be tapped. The secret of God is so much that it takes closer relationship with him to know a lot.’
She squeezed his hands harder and the car honked thrice this time. Jerry let go of her hand and felt the pain the woman must be feeling at that time. At the same time, someone drove pass and the music that blasted from his car was ‘Story for the gods’ by Olamide. Jerry smiled and headed for the car.
‘Pastor Matthew, I will tell as many people as I can’, she said.
‘May the lord strengthen you’, Pastor Matthew said and drove off.
‘Where are we going now?’ Jerry asked after thirty minutes of their journey.
‘Brown valley’.
Jerry sighed. A least, they would leave Greencity for the people giving him trouble.

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Re: Lost But Satisfied By Akíntayo Akinjide by Akinjidetayo(m) : 4:21 am On Dec 17, 2018

Hunch
Chief Suberu opened his eyes, stared at the ceiling, and smiled at himself. Even a fierce lion like himself couldn’t overcome sleep when it came. His head was pounding. He rose from the bed and rested his back on the wall. He enjoyed the sleep. Chief yawned as he stretched his body and checked the time. The wall clock had stopped working. How would it say 11.35? He checked his phone and saw that the time on his phone correlated with his wall clock.
‘Ki lode…What happen?’ He shouted and felt the noise run through the house. The voice rebounded into his room. That was unlikely. He rose from the bed hurriedly and went to the wardrobe. The house had never been so deserted before-no music, no chatting, and no smell of alcohol.
The moment he opened the wardrobe, he unlatched a part of it. The wardrobe was full of Agbadas and some other traditional clothes but Chief grabbed his Dane gun that was hidden behind the clothes. He snuck out of his room like a hunter, his eyes scanning the whole place to be sure he could proceed. When he got to the parlor, he met some of the assassins and thugs sleeping as if they were drugged. He went to other rooms. And he discovered that they had all slept. How would everyone in the house sleep? Something was wrong.
Chief spun around in the room until he sighted the megaphone he got for such purpose then he screamed into it. ‘Stand up… Wake up everybody’.
People scrambled into the parlor. Many of them still looked drowsy. He looked at the room and knew something was amiss.
‘Shadiat…’ He said as he pointed to his secretary.
‘It’s Chioma’.
‘Ehn…. Whatever your name is?’ He screamed at his secretary, who shifted back as he moved his head forward. She eyed him. He knew she hated him and he wasn't concerned. In fact, he loved to strangle her, to kill her but he didn’t have a better person to replace her. She was good at what she did and he had even mistakenly commended her in the public before, to his chagrin.
‘Count everyone in the room, and make sure nobody is missing’.
She brought a book from a folder and began to call out names, and the owner of the names replied with either a noise or by raising his or her hand.
Chief sat and watched as the secretary reeled out the names of everybody, until she got to Jasper.
‘Where is Jasper?’ He asked. No reply. ‘Did your mothers use their head to hit the floor?’
No response. He turned from one part of the room to the other, expecting one of them to talk, to give him a reasonable reply. He stumped the Dane gun on the tile and the tile broke. The tiles had been replaced after an advice from his beloved daughter that he should do so, and now these new ones had started facing the same fate the former set faced.
His secretary moved near him. He smirked.
‘Yes…?’ He said, maintaining a stoic expression, ’talk what you want to talk’. He bit his lower lips, he hated making mistake in front of this girl.
‘He had travelled for more than three weeks now’, his secretary said, ‘and had not reported to me’.
The feeling was still lingering on his mind and he knew he must be thorough. He smelt danger. Something was definitely amiss and he must get to the root of it. ‘Who has seen Jasper?’
No one talked. He felt like becoming many and rushing to every of these boys and girls he trained to give them resounding slaps for staring at him like dullard, for staring at him with no one to give him a good reply.
‘Check the log’, the chief ordered the secretary. Her body, twinning like a snake as she scurried out of the parlor, made his heart warm-up as he watched her go. God! If only he could lay his hand on this lady, and…
'Run, my friend’, he shouted at her.
She rushed off, out of the parlor, to her room, returned with her laptop and switched it on. Chief watched her. He looked around to make sure nobody was watching him so that they wouldn’t see the lust he had for the lady. They were all watching him. He hissed.
‘Be fast…’
She plugged a modem into the laptop and worked on the laptop.
‘The last place he was seen was… Agric’.
‘That’s still good…’
‘But he is dead…’
‘Dead…?' Voices from the others said.
‘How do you know?’, one of the others in the room asked, making his secretary look at the person with disdain, her long eye lashes making chief’s heart melt. Chief unconsciously licked his tongue, and caught himself doing so. He stopped.
‘If she says that he is dead, he is dead. Continue, my friend’, Chief ordered.
She continued calling names.
‘Jeremy….’
No response.
‘Where Jeremy…’
‘I wake am’.
‘Talk like a professional, madman. Talk like a professional’, Chief said and was happy to see his secretary smile.
‘I woke him when you made the call but he didn’t stand up’.
‘Go to his room and tell him that if he does not come around now, I will come up there and send him to heaven quicker than he had ever wished’, Chief shouted, and rejoiced within that his sentence was correct. Through the corner of his eyes, he looked at her, and saw her face brightened. He hated her.
They waited as one of the assassins went to call Jeremy, who came into the room, looking tired, grumpy, and in need of more sleep.
‘It seems you want the god of thunder to visit your parents', Chief fumed,’ come down here foolish son of many fathers’.
Chief quickly looked around to do a mental count of everyone in the room and saw everyone or was he not seeing well?
‘Erm… Rachael…’the secretary called as if she had said it before but Chief didn’t hear her.
‘Rachael…Racheal’ Chief said,’ she would be with my daughter in the other quarters,’ she would come around when the time for meeting starts. Call… Call the others’.
‘Um sir…’
‘What…?’ Chief said as he stiffly turned to her. He had been trying to avoid looking at her. The moment he looked at her, the tingling feeling came under his skin again. He hated that feeling. He hated her for causing that feeling in him, ‘What?’.
She scowled and kept quiet, looking at him and making him feel so uncomfortable. ‘She is not with your daughter’.
‘Ehy… Where else would she be? I say she is with my daughter. Call other people’.
‘She is in Kasali’s room…’
‘Kasali…? Racheal…? Kasali…? Is Kasali is mad?’
‘What is Rachael doing in Kasali's room? ‘Someone asked.
‘Eh… You… You and you follow me. I will teach this girl a lesson she will not forget. I will let her know’, Chief said and turned towards the door, with the others following him.
He moved on to the gateman’s office with such anger that if he ran into the wall, the wall would crumble. When they got to the gateman’s condo, Chief felt like rushing into the room and beating Kasali up. Kasali was a professional illiterate; Rachael was a professional killer, a professional Guard, a professional Cleaner of evidence, a professional runner, a professional… A professional brainy student, a professional trainer and a professional everything and the first girl he would train into being an assassin, also the best of all the assassins he has ever trained, and their teacher. Was this what she would teach the others? How could Kasali be sleeping with the same girl as he? Kasali wanted to start dipping his filthy hand into the same pot as he?
When they got to Kasali’s doorstep, they heard the serious moaning of a lady, presumably Rachael. Chief’s blood boiled, and he felt himself puffing invisible hot smoke. He would make Kasali beg for his life with what he had done. Even, that foolish Rachael- he would let her know one doesn’t use one's mouth to praise a king and use that same mouth to praise a slave- never.
‘Kasali, your life would be ruined today', Chief shouted as he banged the door, ‘I will destroy you, your family and I will…destroy you’.
Kasali rushed to open the door.
‘Enter and bring her’, Chief ordered his men, ‘bring her for me’.
The men pushed Kasali aside and entered.
‘Leave me’ someone screamed. The voice was different from Racheal’s.
They brought out a lady. The bulb in front of Kasali’s door reflected on the lady’s face and, of course, she wasn't Rachael. Her face was laced with five Gombo-a type of tribal mark that runs from the head to the chin.
‘Is Chidinma mad? Go and call her for me’.
‘Who…?’
‘Secretary. Idiot. Be fast’, he shouted and watched as one of the men ran to call the secretary. He didn’t know what the fuse was all about but he still felt this same way. The last time he had that type of feeling and didn’t do anything about it, he almost died. He wasn’t leaving any stone unturned.
The secretary came towards him, her figure shifting to both sides rhythmically, with her laptop in her hand. Her slim but attractive body aroused that feeling in him.
‘Oh…’ Chief mouthed, ‘I hate this girl’.
‘Sir’, she said as she got near him, even in the night she smelt nice. He shook his head. She smelt bad.
‘Rachael is not here’, he scowled.
‘But this is her link blinking’, she said.
His secretary went forward and stopped in front of Kasali. She dropped her shoulder, faced one of the men, gave him her laptop, and ran off into the room.
‘Shola, where are you going’?
‘It’s Chioma… I’m going to pick the scanner’.
What is wrong with this girl?
‘You!’ He said to the lady Kasali was having nice time with,’ enter the house…’
The lady, grateful, stood and ran into the room, closing the door behind her as she kept on saying ‘Thank you, sir’.
The secretary returned with alacrity, the scanner in her hand, and rushed to Kasali. She went to him, not minding Kasali’s look of disdain as she began to run the scanner over him. She stopped when she got to a part of Kasali’s hand. The secretary drew his hand nearer and hissed. The chip was at the back of his hand. Rachael had discovered the chip, removed it, and had escaped.
Chief waited patiently to hear the result of her search.
‘She has discovered the chip, Chief, and has escaped’
‘Escaped, why?’
'What chip? Someone asked but quiet when Chief gave him a cold glare.
‘Ogini, how will I know? May be you …’ she said, stopped, eyed him and turned towards the house.
‘Kasali, when Rachael pass?'
‘Chief, it's been long’.
‘How did that thing get to your hand?' Chief asked pointing to the back of Kasali’s hand.
'Chief, I don't know’.
Chief shook his head and turned back towards the house. When they got to the house, people have changed their position, many of them were now sitting, but he wasn't concerned. Why did she run away?
‘My Money…’ he said faintly as he quickly held the chair to stabilize himself. Then, he screamed, 'go to the room. My money…’
His men ran to check the room.
‘The money is not there’, one of the men that left to check announced as they returned to the room, and from their stance he understood that they were waiting for orders from him. They wanted to know if they were to start looking for the money, the thief or to kill someone. He felt bad and looked at the men.
‘Let her go. It's Rachael. Let her go. She has been here since she was a child. Let her go with it. And you people won't be able to handle her’, he said and faced his secretary, ‘Simbi, continue’.
‘It’s Chioma’.
‘Ehn. Continue’.
She called their names until she got to Once.
‘I’m here’, Once said, entering the house, his cloth draped with bloodstain. He was clutching his stomach as he entered the room. Everyone’s eyes turned to him. A lady ran to him and supported him as he limped into the room.
‘Chief, Bidemi Adeoti is still alive’, he said and faced everyone, and ‘Leech is still alive’.
The secretary dropped the laptop she was holding and it rattled on the tiles. Chief shifted back. Even the ceiling fan stopped having sound.

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Re: Lost But Satisfied By Akíntayo Akinjide by Akinjidetayo(m) : 6:19 am On Dec 18, 2018

Chapter 16
Everyman to Himself
Everyone in Chief’s house that night was quiet and waited for Chief to shout, rage or even ask the men to kill Once. Instead, he began to dance, not minding he was fooling around in front of his secretary, that they were all expecting him to talk- he loved to surprise people. He sang excitedly for a while then stopped and turned to Once.
‘How did you know this?'
‘I saw him with my eyes… I saw him’.
‘He killed Jasper?’ Someone asked.
‘How did you know Jasper is dead?’ Once asked as his hand flying to his equipment bag.
‘Shaki told us’, Chief said. Once relaxed.
‘It’s Chioma’, his secretary protested.
‘Whatever’.
‘I don't know if he killed Jasper. He said that he didn’t kill Jasper, that someone killed him’.
‘Who is that person’?
‘I suspect Rachael….’
‘Rachael’, all the people in the house exclaimed.
Chief raised his hand and everyone became silent. He looked around, his stance emitting fear, everyone looked at him with great trepidation, even his secretary quivered, and he loved that. He moved forward and pointed at some men.
‘Go and get those Americans for me’.
The men set to work, leaving the room in a hurry. They were to go the University of Greencity, from where they were to bring the men to Chief in blindfolds- these they know and must do perfectly.
‘Where is he?’ Chioma asked and looked at Chief,’ you know that Chief would want to know what happened to him?’
‘Ehn... Beeni... Yes… Where is he?’ Chief said with his Yoruba accent lacing the sentence but he didn’t smirk as he didn’t notice this.
‘He escaped. Remember that fair policeman, Chief. He and Bidemi’s wife and Rachael helped him escape’.
‘Where were you when he escaped?’ Chioma asked angrily and Chief was happy that she was taking his matter seriously. Once gave her a cold glare.
‘Who are you to talk when I am talking?’ Once barked at her and Chief smiled again. His secretary didn’t wince neither did she do as if Once had shouted at her. Her eyes were focused as she awaited his response.
‘My friend, answer her. That’s my P.A’.
‘Rachael shot me, and left me for dead’. Once moved towards a seat and when Chief wasn't looking, he pointed two of his fingers to his eyes and towards Chioma, who bared her teeth at him.
‘You, go and call my daughter for me’, Chief order a recruit nonchalantly.
‘Sir?’
‘I said call my daughter for me’.
The person Chief sent to call his daughter looked at him again with his mouth agape, looked at the door, then towards the direction of Chief’s daughter room and then back at Chief again.
‘Chief…Your daughter’.
‘Ehn…. Ina la n ran si ina’, the chief said and to others, expecting that he had sent the right person to his daughter and hoped that the statement that ‘we send fire to fire’ would jeer this recruit up, and make him do what he had always expected from all the assassins.
‘Chineye…’
‘It’s Chioma…’
‘We are going out’.
‘This Midnight…?’
‘Yes… We are going to Erinnla, the herbalist’, Chief said, eyeing her as he climbed the stairs to his room to change his cloth. His secretary didn’t like going to Erinnla place even in the day. So, going in the night was like rendering her heart into pieces, like putting her in a sea when they know she hated swimming pool.
When Chief got back, the assassin he sent to his daughter was already panting on the floor, holding his head, and was cleaning bloodstain from the tile on the floor with a rag. He moaned and tended to his face, which was now swollen. Chief’s daughter was sitting at a corner.
‘He walked towards her and stroked her hair,’ Asabi, my daughter, the Elephant that has the character of her father, an Elephant’.
‘Daddy, why did you wake me up in the middle of the night?’ She asked still fuming as the shoe she used to hit the assassin dangled in her hand. Chief glanced at the assassin and wondered when these recruits would understand that his daughter was trained as an assassin also, and that they must handle her like a thug, like an assassin and not as a jellyfish that her face always presented her to be.
His daughter, Jessica, the second person he successfully trained as an assassin after he finished training Rachael, had become so good that if Rachael, the best, stopped killing in a long time, his daughter would be ranked the best. Chief decided to train Jessica also after he discovered anybody could endure the rigorous pain of being a professional assassin, since a 14-year old Rachael survived it.
‘Bidemi Adeoti is alive…’
‘Ehy’, his daughter shouted and almost choked. He knew how his daughter and Bidemi were close and knew how she became sick the same day Bidemi was proclaimed dead.
‘How did they find him?' Jessica asked.
‘Once found him’.
She looked up at Once disdainful. Her gaze always had a way swallowing the person she was looking at, making such person feel unsecured, even Chief always had that feeling whenever he looked at her.
‘Where did you find him?’ She asked.
‘Lagos’, Once said and quickly turn to face Chief. 'I have a plan about Bidemi…’
‘Yes. I have a plan for Bidemi too…’ Chief said, trudging to the place he kept the megaphone, picked it and spoke into it, 'anybody that finds Bidemi Adeoti first would get double of his present money and would have the opportunity of killing Once’.
***
Chief’s daughter, Jessica, head went wild. She must find Bidemi before anybody.
‘Rachael’, she shouted angrily. How did Rachael make Once get to know that Bidemi was alive after all these times she had made sure he was safe from the hand of her father? Where was Martha?
‘Racheal? She helped Leech escape’.
Her anger doubled, as she felt the flame of fury arouse within her. She felt like killing someone. If she had the opportunity, she would kill Once there. He was a poke-nosing idiot. She threw the shoe she held at the person that made the statement.
‘I said you should never ever in your life call him Leech’.
The person cried in pain and she looked at the person- the same foolish recruit that came to call her. Jessica stood with the mind-set of finding Bidemi first.
***
Chief’s secretary decided to launch all weapon she had to catch Bidemi first. So, that she would use the money to disappear and leave before people start seeing what Chief was planning. She, Rachael, and Chief were the only people who knew the main thing Chief wanted but she didn’t want to be involved in it, anymore. Her fear as regarding her own sets of plan made her want to leave Greencity before she was compelled to do them. Even, if she saw Bidemi first, she would help them catch him, collect the money, and release him afterward.

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Re: Lost But Satisfied By Akíntayo Akinjide by Akinjidetayo(m) : 6:20 am On Dec 18, 2018

Chapter 17
The Son of His Father
On the 28th of December, the noise of banger should be disturbing the peace of the area but the house they were staying was deep in the bush.
Jerry was tired of the house, so he decided to sightsee the area. To go out, one must go through a small hole Pastor Matthew called the entrance. There was a big gate at the main entrance, but he preferred to leave it locked and covered in bushes. Doing that gave him an unusual assurance.
Jerry trekked deep into the forest, appreciating the scope of it. The place was filled with very tall trees, making Jerry wonder how Pastor Matthew even got the place they were hiding in.
He was about to return to the house when he noticed that a small path led into the forest. Perhaps, he would meet a lady and they would fall in love and get married in the forest, like some romance movies portray. He was still amusing himself with this thought when he saw a very tall thick wall ahead.
That was surprising. There wasn't any reason for putting up a wall in such place except there was something fishy happening there. What even made the wall look anomalous was that it was in the forest. As much as he knew it wasn't his business, he couldn't let such revelation slip by.
Without wasting anytime, he climbed a tree. Thrice, he slipped, breaking fragile limbs but he kept climbing and was sure that he would see something amazing. When he got to the top and looked at the left, he saw that the wall stopped at a point that showed it was still in construction. He looked at the right and discovered the wall was coming from a very far place.
But how come people haven’t see the wall?
He would have regarded the place as a base for a training or something near that, but the wall caved out and caved in for those on the side Jerry stood. Also, the wall was made in two ways- a little part of the wall was covering a river that was at the back of the wall, while the other part looked as if it would be used to surround the whole city.
Jerry decided to go to the left side of the wall for him to see the other side of the wall. So, he began to navigate through the forest and missed road twice; yet, his curiosity got the best of him.
HoHHHhof However, when the road kept spiraling into new ones, he became frustrated and decided to turn back. That was when he heard the quivering voice of an old man.
‘Chief', the voice said and went off for a long pause. Then, it resumed again. 'I don’t know where the boy is but the Oracle will know’.
‘Then, you need not give me too much talk. Consult, the oracle again. It said the boy would return to Brown Valley three days ago. Yet, there's been no news of him. Even if he was as small as a needle, my boys would find him. F.A.LT would definitely find him'.
Jerry was surprised that he was near an herbalist's house but he decided to return to their hiding place. One was better without some knowledge than to be swallowed in the maze of trouble. Then, he decided to give himself another landmark, he would get to the end of the herbalist's house and see where the wall led to. So, he moved nearer to the house, and saw that just by the side of the herbalist's house, there was a small door frame that led out of the wall.
Jerry peeped through the door and was astounded by the sight of water. Seeing the purity of the water alone warmed his heart. At a closer look, he discovered machines pumping water into the river.
'Madness', he muttered.
The next thing to do there was to make landmarks and find the herbalist's house again because he and Pastor Matthew had had to manage the little water they got at a very expensive rate. There was scarcity of water. To worsen their case, when they tried to get bags of sachet water, it was sold at the price of 500 naira per bag and the content of the sachet water tasted as if they weren't purified.
Jerry turned towards the house and tiptoed to get a clearer view, to stick it to his memory.
‘The oracle said… Impossible’.
‘What's that, Baba?’ A husky voice asked.
‘Oracle said that the boy is at the back of my house. Impossible’.
‘Which house’, the man with the husky voice said.
Jerry looked at the house. Chairs screeched within the house
‘Wait….’ Jerry said as he looked about him.’ I’m at the back of the house’.
He was the only person at the back of the house. Jerry decided to leave the place before their oracle picked him as someone else. Feet scuffled towards the door. He ran away. Suddenly, the door opened as if men crashed into it.
A fat man who was putting on a grey Agbada rushed out of the house and was followed by a young fair lady, a hefty guy, and an old man, who kept chewing something, whose face exuded joy.
‘Baba, the oracle is not lying’, the lady said in disbelieve, turning to the old man coming out.
'How will my oracle lie?' He said and gnash his teeth. By this time, Jerry knew he had to increase his pace.
***
When she got to a good spot to hide, Jessica hid well. Her father had been taking his foolish secretary, Chioma, everywhere he went as if she was his daughter, neglecting her ever since he heard the news about Bidemi. She also, the foolish secretary, wouldn’t stop hanging around her father like a chain and this made Jessica feel like maiming her.
After Jessica had returned from her little sickness, her father had stopped seeking her advice on things; rather, he listened more to this foolish girl and would even choose the secretary’s advice over hers whenever he ventured to ask her for advice.
Jessica longed for an opportunity to get hold of the foolish girl’s neck to wriggle and squeezed the life out it, to make her know one doesn't distance fathers from their daughters.
When they got to the forest, she had to stop her car somewhere her father and his secretary wouldn’t see her, and followed their car on feet, running when necessary. Luckily for her, the road was rough and rickety. It gave her the chance to catch up with them easily.
When she got to the back of the house, she saw someone, looking at something so she ran back. She had seen this figure before. He must be one of the assassins her father was training.
Jessica bit her lower lip. Why had she suddenly become forgetful after the event of fainting because of Bidemi’s death?
She tried to go out to peep again, her hand clutching her equipment bag. Rachael had trained them to never leave their equipment bag in the car or in the house for any reason; in fact, she killed one of the assassins to prove this point when he forgot his equipment bag in his car.
The man that was looking at the wall turned. And the door opened. She clutched her mouth to prevent herself from screaming. Her fingernails dug into the walls as she saw who the person was. What was he doing there? How did he get to the back of whatever house it was that her father was in? How did Bidemi get here? Oh God!
Then that foolish secretary said something but Jessica wasn't in the mood to hear what the foolish girl would say.
Bidemi suddenly turned as if he was controlled by a remote control and ran wildly into the forest, making her hold her breathe until she was sure anybody that followed him wouldn’t easily catch up with him.
***
Chioma, the secretary, felt like running to Bidemi to hug him there and kiss him, stare at him for a while and kiss him again and again. That moment, memories of their first meeting flooded back.
Those times, she allowed her pride to overrule her desire. She refused to talk to him. However, when she began to talk to him, she pushed him so hard for a relationship, which he declined saying he was married and had a kid.
She later forced herself on him; she drugged his drink on a get-together and almost had her way with him but he was able to escape her seduction. He disappeared the next day. For two weeks, she had to use make-up to camouflage her swollen face because she couldn’t stop crying, especially when she heard that he died the next day.
‘Follow him’, Chief shouted and hit the only bodyguard he took with him to the herbalist house. Chioma was happy. Chief didn’t take many bodyguards. How would she have endured them catching him and torturing him?
Chief with his Agbada began to run into the forest. Chief stopped and pulled off his Agbada to aid his race.
‘Chief, come back…’ She said. Her brain became void of idea. Chief didn’t stop; instead, he kept on running on.
‘Chief, we need back up’, she shouted.
‘Ah…. It will be well with you’, Chief said and ran back towards her. 'pe won…call them’.
She dialed the wrong number thrice before finally calling the right home address, and by the time someone would pick it, she was sure Bidemi would have gone very far- far from the reach of whosoever that wanted to catch him.
***
Jerry knew he had to keep running, no matter the case. He dared not look back. With long strides, he ran onward, his mind and body calculating the right place for him to put his feet. He ran on, not stopping to catch a single breath. He ran like a maniac and kept running.
However, just as he got to the bend, which he could use to deceive his pursuer before entering the secret compound, he fell heavily. He didn’t see a stalk partially buried in the ground. The pain should have held him to the ground but the fear of being caught strengthened him. He began to get up but his pursuer was on him before he himself realized it.
‘Stand up’, the person said, pointing a pistol to his chest, ’slowly’.
Suddenly, a noise erupted from another side of the forest. His pursuer shouted with agony and fell. Blood was oozing out of his head, Jerry hurriedly stood, and decided that running was his best option.
‘Stay back there and don’t turn back’, a lady’s voice said, moving nearer. He didn’t know his legs were shaking until they buckled and he fell.
The lady covered his nose with a white handkerchief and drained his lungs of all the functional air in it. And he became unconscious
Jerry couldn’t say what the time was or how long he had been unconscious but he woke up with a start and was rising to run away when he discovered that he was in their secret house, the one pastor took him to.
‘Was I dreaming?’ he asked himself.

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Re: Lost But Satisfied By Akíntayo Akinjide by Akinjidetayo(m) : 6:47 am On Dec 19, 2018

Chapter 18
Meeting Jessica
Jerry rose gently from the bed. He had to be sneaky. Who knows, it might be a replica?
‘This is going to take a long time, Uncle Matthew, a very long time, and I don’t like the smell of things’, a lady said. The lady’s voice sounded familiar. It sounded like the last voice he heard before he became unconscious.
‘Don’t worry about tomorrow, Jessica. The trouble of today is sufficient for today’.
‘Uncle, don’t you see this is a fruitless effort. Why not tell people to leave town?’
‘And go where, dear?’
‘America, Ghana, anywhere’, the lady's voice said, frustrated, 'I want you to take him away from here. You know Chief is in Brown Valley. Why did you bring him here?’
Jerry edged forward and was eager to know who this person was. Soft music from Pastor Matthew’s DVD player filtered into the air.
‘I wish I knew Chief was looking for him. I wish you had come to me on time to explain things'.
‘I couldn’t come to you. He was there and I was at home, pretending to be sick while I allowed Rachael and Martha watch over him’.
‘Then, you could have sent one of them to inform me. To let me know how to treat him, and where I should advise him to go and be because he looked up to me for advice on many issues especially love matters’.
‘What love matters? Are you saying- Do you mean?’
There was a pause for sometimes. Jerry pined to get more information.
‘Pastor, you can still leave Brown Valley now’.
‘And watch all these people die?’
‘They will die anyway’.
‘Says who? Who is man to say a thing when God have not said it’
‘Yes. They will die. If the water doesn't kill them, their disobedience will kill them. They are all strong and block heads. If what you are saying is true, then you will see a representation of what was said in the bible concerning the children of Israel in the days of Noah’.
‘You still remember your bible lessons. Even when fire is at its very worst, one must resort to it for cooking. At least, few people would be saved and would be prevented from missing heaven’.
‘Uncle Matthew, you can’t go on telling people about a God who is going to release rain to them. Which foolish God is that?’
‘Jessica, be careful of your words. They have effects here and in life to come’.
‘If God was not…’, she shouted and paused’, okay… Sorry about that. But why will God pour out another rain? Why didn’t he send you out of the country and why did he ask you to come to Brown Valley?'
Jerry entered the parlour and saw a tall slender lady, who had the body of an athlete. Her arms were strong and Jerry was sure she could fight four men at the same time with the way she was standing.
‘Now… You’ve brought him here. You’ve brought him here’.
‘Nothing will happen to him’.
‘How did you know?’
‘I know’
‘How? Maybe you didn’t hear of it but my father…’ She said and paused. Pastor Matthew was staring at Jerry who was coming from behind. She turned.
‘Continue… Who is your father? What did I do to him?’ Jerry said as he moved near her slowly.
‘Oh Bidemi’, she said and gasped. Her gaze was fixed on his face and she stood, looking like a statue, making him wonder if something was on his face. He touched his face and saw nothing of interest there.
‘What?’ Jerry asked. 'Tell me, what did your father do to me that made me forget everything that ever happened to me?'
‘Bidemi…’
‘Stop calling me Bidemi for God’s sake’, Jerry shouted, stomping his right leg on the floor. His hands, stiffened, moved up and down as he shouted, 'Stop. My name is Jerry… ah’.
‘Your name is not Jerry. Your name is Bidemi… Bidemi Adeoti’
‘My name is not Bidemi… It’s not Bidemi’.
‘Bro Jerry…’
‘Please, Pastor stay out of this. I’m not letting her go or say any other thing until I know what happened to me’.
Then two things happened. His phone rang; Miss Rita Jacobs was calling. The day after he got to Brown Valley, he got a bought a new sim for 100 naira and immediately registered it. He had tried calling Miss Jacobs but she didn’t pick his call, so he sent her a message, informing her that he was the caller. Now, she was calling in the middle of a very big revelation of his life.
Even if he had the mind of picking the call, he couldn’t because the Jessica was the second thing that happened. She fell and began to vibrate on the floor as if there were electrical charges in her.
‘Bro. Jerry. Help… Get me water. Get spoon’.
Jerry ran to the kitchen and picked a bowl of water. God! Water was scarce. Will they waste this whole water on her? He picked a spoon and rushed to the parlour. She was convulsing. Foams poured out of her mouth. Jerry had never seen anything like that before.
‘Fan… Bro. Jerry, fan…You shall not die but live, Jessica. You shall not die but live. I relieve you in the name of Jesus’.
‘Oh! God, Pastor’, Jerry exclaimed, pointing at Jessica. She was unconscious. He himself vibrated internally. Jessica was dead. He rushed to her and placed his ear on her chest.
‘She is still alive’, he said as he expelled more breaths loudly.
‘Give me some water, Bro.’
Jerry took the basin of water to the pastor and watched her lie there as Pastor Matthew brought out a handkerchief. Pastor Matthew cleaned up the mess while Jerry was trying to regulate his breath.
‘Who is she?’ Jerry asked when the tension had reduced.
‘She is my niece. Her father is the Chief that you must have seen. He is fat’.
Jerry remembered the fat man he saw coming out of the house. So, that was the man that made him forget everything he had ever done.
‘Why is she helping me?’
‘You know’, Pastor Matthew said, shrugged and stared at the table that contained his constructions and everything he needed to plan for the oncoming rain.
‘She loves me?’
Pastor Matthew hissed tiredly. Jerry frowned, wondering if he was the promiscuous type. How many women did he fall in love with before his memory loss?
‘How did she know this place?’
‘Her mother… She owns this place and she allowed her to know all about this place'.
‘Her mother… Your sister?’
‘Sister-in-law or late sister-in-law’.
‘Wait! Are you saying that her father, the one that had been trying to kill me is your brother?’
Pastor Matthew nodded and sighed.
‘Children of the same parents?’
‘Yes…’
Jerry scowled as he watched Pastor Matthew rubbing his head. Pastor Matthew rose from his seat.
‘We have big plans in our family. Trust me, we do. Our plan is to be the first to discover something, to dominate. And that’s my brother’s biggest problem. I’m sure whatever he’s planning, we are in for a big trouble and that’s why I must continue what I’m doing before the time comes. He always thinks he is doing the right thing. And I think that's true but he goes about it the wrong way’.
Pastor Matthew left him and faced the construction he was making. Soft music flowed into the house as Jerry wondered what he should. Should he find his way to Brown Valley and find a way of contacting the beautiful night thief whom he believed would help him. If it were possible he could find the policeman that was investigating the death of the first person that tried to kill him. Then, his phone rang again.
‘Hello, Jerry. Where are you?’ Rita asked the moment he picked his call. Jerry looked up at Pastor Matthew, remembered how they suffered to get here.
‘I’m sorry, something came up and I had to rush down to Brown Valley’.
‘What happened? I had been trying to locate you for days and I had been going mad when I thought you left me’.
‘I wouldn’t do such’, Jerry said as Jessica began to rise from her unconsciousness.
Jerry rushed to her when she tried to rise but fall. He had to remove the phone from his ear and used the other hand to lift her up as she moaned.
‘Did you hear me?’ Rita asked when he replaced the receiver on his ear.
‘No. You were saying?’
‘I said I’m coming to Brown Valley’.
‘For?’ Jerry asked hurriedly. His heart skipped beats as he imagined what would happen to him if she ever died, if any of the people following him tried to kill her. ‘Erm… Are you sure that’s a good idea?’
‘Of course. I’m coming to celebrate the new year with my father’.
‘Good’.
‘And he wants to meet you…’
‘What!’ Jerry exclaimed. Jessica stood and began to move all around the room like a zombie.
Jerry frowned at Pastor Matthew, who had turned from his work. He mouthed ‘she is okay’ and returned to what he was doing.
‘What’s that?’
‘Nothing’, Jerry said and sipped air. He wasn't ready to play to chance again. He didn’t know if in his previous days, he would have loved to meet her parents but after coming close to death for the third time in six months, he knew it was time to lay low. Yet, he didn’t want to miss the opportunity of meeting the parent of the damsel, the one nearest his heart. The one he had always wished to marry.
‘So, are you coming?'
‘Ehn… 'He said, scratching his head. Pastor Matthew looked back, and stood still, watching him. He put call on speaker phone.
‘Jerry please… I already told him about you and he is eager to meet you…’
‘No…’
Pastor Matthew nodded. Jerry shook his head. His eyes widened in disbelief and he raised his brow as Jessica kept walking all about the room.
‘Jerry, please’.
Pastor Matthew nodded to tell him it was okay to go. Jerry held his breathe and turned to Jessica for advice but she was still engrossed in walking about in the room.
‘Okay… I’ll be there’.
‘Oh, Jerry! I love you. I love you', she shouted and kissed the air.
‘I love you too’, he replied and caught Jessica giving him a cold glare.
‘What if those men see me? I’m not ready to die’.
‘The lord is saying…'
‘The lord himself know that I’m not ready to die… Why did I even call Rita?’
Jessica sat straight. Jerry watched her in awe and glanced at Pastor Matthew. She caught his reaction and smile. 'You need not worry. After my fit of epilepsy, I am always disoriented for a while. I'm okay. Now I think it is time to tell somebody the story of his life’.

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