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Tuesday, 12 December 2017

How I Cherish My Sister (Episode 1-4)

EPISODE 1
IF YOU WANT TO THREAD THE PATH OF REVENGE, YOU MUST DIG TWO GRAVES – Some wise guy or something, I’m not good with their names I just take their words to mind.
A professional “do it all” consultant. From finding missing persons or object to high profile assassination; I’m the guy to call. Been in the business for a while, so on my worst days I’m am considered an experienced professional and on my best days I am a bleeding expert.
My name is Kunle Smith and as I lie down here in a pool of my own blood waiting for death’s cold embrace, I cannot help but ask the question : HOW THE Bleep DID IT COME TO THIS.
To answer my question I thought back to when it all started to go wrong… The very beginning : Apologies in advance for the gritty nature of what I am about to tell you. Some of us had it rough in the origin department…
It’s a Cinderella story really, I was the unplanned fifth of five boys left to fend for myself after my mom died giving birth to number six, the only girl, Vera. The only good thing I had, brothers had all gone off and wound up dead or in jail where they wound up dead anyway and my father buries himself deep in liquor ever since my mum died, hardly gives us the time of day. “I’m hungry!” Vera would yell when she couldn’t hold it in anymore. My father would throw an empty bottle at her as he growled his usual response “be glad I give you a pilow to sleep and a roof over your head, you want something to eat, work it out for yourself.” crying she would beg to go out with me and I would take her. She was special, did all I could to protect her, but really she was the one always taking care of me. Because when she started to put on her lonely lost child act in the center of a town the attention of all the bleeding hearts in the town focuses on her and while they were busy trying to comfort her, I would slowly creep behind them, help myself to all the fancibles and valuables in their pockets and be gone before they realise it. We were happy until one faithful day…. We had a great run, plenty of loose wallets in heaping pile, we were planning on how to go about our spending. “Let’s get ice cream” Vera was saying, when they showed up. About six guys none of them was over twenty by the looks of them but they were all bigger than me. ‘good idea little Dam’ said one of them, “after that we can go to Freddie’s and get us each a girl for the night” added the one who struck me as the leader. With anger I stepped in front of them protectively standing over Vera and our money and said “stand back, our hard work, our money” the leader replied “but it’s on our turf so that makes it our money you are either going to hand it over or get bloodied, you and your pretty little Dam sister, your choice” he laughed. ” Stay away from us” I warned. He came forward eerily looming over, he bent low his face inches from mine and with a suffocating foul breath said “Who’s gonna make me” and all of a sudden they descended on me with punches, sticks, and wait was that a hammer? Oh OK it was a big fist, felt like a hammer though. It was hell I have never experienced such physical pain in my life before. With spared glance I saw Vera throwing rocks at them screaming “leave my brother alone” I wanted to scream, tell her to run but my voice wasn’t working. Then one of Them walked over to her and tried to grab her but she wouldn’t let him. She was squirming under his loose grip I was screaming “vera no, leave her alone!” forcefully Vera managed to break herself free from her attacker. she had used her legs to push as hard as she could against the guy, it’s resulting force propelled her forward right into the main road. And then I HEARD: PAAAAAAANM PAAAAAAANM, it was getting dark so no one really saw it coming, no one heard it blew it’s trumpet, not until it was too late. VERAAAAAA! I screamed with all my strength. It was a freaking horror show me on my knees unable to move, couldn’t stand, couldn’t run, Vera was screaming as the truck hit and then ran over her, I was helpless wishing for it all to stop but it didn’t, almost immediately after everything was quiet. Our attackers fled, the driver fled too he had been driving Without headlights that’s why I had not seen him in time. The truck had crushed her thoroughly scattering Vera’s body parts all over the road. With an overwhelming, an immeasurable and an unimaginable grief in my heart, a realisation came to me: this world is a cruel world, only the wicked thrive. And vera was an angel the world was not meant for her let her go back to heaven that’s were she belongs with angels like her. “goodbye Vera watch over me, they didn’t kill you but they are the reason you are dead and thats the same thing to me, watch as I bring down hell upon those that brought you this gruesome fate”…. I vowed.
……After that horrible incident, to become stronger, I joined gangs, pushed drugs, abused drugs, engage in Street fights, gang wars, pimped girls over the years, A bloody waste of time if you ask me. For none of it made me strong the way I wanted to be. It was when I got arrested and was sent to prison, that I found the kind of strength I was looking for. Warmed my way to the hearts of the inmates quickly enough. it was after I told my story and expressed my determination for revenge that one of the prison bosses took me in, thought me everything I need to know. Trained me in combat and gun battle, thought me the best revenge path to take. After serving four years of prison time I was released three years ahead of schedule for good conduct, I wasted no time in plotting my revenge course, using the connection Don piccolo (my prison boss) gave me, finding my first target wasn’t hard: The Driver. I traced him to his home town, where he was a mechanic. Immediately I saw him, eight years of anger welled up inside of me. I walked up to him and asked “do you know me”. He gave me a once over look and said “no can I help you with anything?” “you don’t remember me” I asked again. He stopped what he was doing and looked at me then asked “Who are you”. “Do you know vera?” I answered his question with mine. “No and I would like you to leave my property, I am not comfortable with you on it”, he replied as he looked up into my eyes and took a step back. Guessing he must have seen it, the murderous intent in my eyes. Before he could speak I asked him “do you remember the little girl you crushed to pieces eight years ago with that truck” pointing to the last truck at the roll of vehicles on the left. His eyes widened as he remembered, he raised his left hand that held a huge metal spanner and tried to hit me with it but I was quick, I stepped back thrusting forward I jabbed him on the jaw, he staggered back. seeing that he couldn’t fight me he ran back so fast inside his shop and locked the wooden gates, I could hear his footsteps retreating deeper inside. something shiny caught my eyes. The fool had left the key to the truck he was repairing on the ground I picked it up and climed in, then started it, and drove it straight through the gate, as the gate shattered he came into view, his back against the wall, his chest heaving so high I thought his heart was gonna bust out, his eyes as wide as they could go. With a tinge of satisfaction and a small smile on my lips because I liked the fear that resonated from him, it was the same fear that vera felt before dying, I drove the vehicle straight at him crushing him against the wall behind him, I came out of the truck, went out to pick surrounding flowers. Wasn’t really comfortable with it, I didn’t want to leave any trail for the police to track, but I believed it was the right thing to do. The Don had said that It’s meant to be like a sense of knowing for Vera that her killers hadn’t gone unpunished. plus by the time the police caught up, i would have been done with my vengeance mission, dissappeard and started a new life. Placing the flowers on the dead driver I muttered ‘for Vera’.
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EPISODE 2 continues..
After taking down the driver, Tracking down the first guy from the gang of six that attacked Vera and I was easy as pie, his name was Seun. He leads a gang of his own now. He was very loud in carrying out his operations. All i had to do was follow his trail of bloody robberies. Finally I caught up with him at a run down bar, and luckily for me he was sitting in the bar with another member from the group of six that attacked Vera and I; good dead man, saved me the trouble of finding him I thought as I strolled up to their table and sat with them. Every night for the past eight years, I dreamt of that unfortunate incident. So it’s impossible to forget their faces, no matter how much time may change them, they will still look the same to me : six boys that must die by my hand. “Find another table” Seun, the one I tracked said to me. “why… this one’s got plenty of space” I said. “Don’t you know who we are boy, who I am?”, he asked. And I replied “I do, it’s why am here, I have come to kill you”. At my last words recognition dawned on their faces. The other one quickly went straight for his gun but before he could pull it out, I had already brought mine out. I was fast and ready, I shot the guy two times: on his chest and on his jaw. He died before he hit the ground. Seun just recovering from the shock of what he was seeing reached for his own gun, while his hand was still in his pocket I stabbed it through to his thighs pinning it painfully in place. “aaaaargh!” he screamed, pointing my gun at him, I said “you are only still alive because of the information I need from you. Now am going to ask you only once, if you answer me too slowly I will shoot out your two eyes”. He pleaded “anything, I will tell you anything please don’t kill me”. “I want the names and addresses of the rest of your group From that night”. He was quick to divulge the information of the remaining members. Except for the leader, whom he swears that he has no information on his whereabouts for years, after I shot his ankles and knees. He told me his name was William and he left them shortly after the incident. Imagine fate I thought to myself, all the the rest was delivered into my hands easily except for the one I really want to kill.
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Falling broke I decided to go professional, since I was really good at finding people and killing them… why not make money off it I told myself, to fund my mission and (if I got really lucky) find something that will lead me to the main person i want to kill: William, the guy that led the group that got my sister killed. So in between my personal revenge kills, I would take random jobs Like taking out coperate heads or politicians by finding dirt on them and sometimes (if you paid well) I would kill them. For two years I did this and in those two years, I rounded Up the killing of the remaining members of the gang of six that killed vera. It was frustrating to track down these guys and kill them but what is more frustrating is the fact that I still have nothing on William, no whereabouts, no links not even a mention it was almost like he ceased to exist, no one in the underground network has any information on him… Thought it was funny, fate playing a cruel joke on me. The one guy I want to kill is the one guy I can’t find.
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EPISODE 3
Continues…
“Aaagh please beg you, I know n’ting I swear! William just dissappeard on us few weeks after that business with your sister, no calls, no text, no nothing, it’s like the muthaf*** just cut us off, tis all i know I swear… please don’t kill me ” the last guy on my list of revenge killings cried out after I had cut off his feet and hands. It was the same thing he said when I asked nicely so I believed him. Raising my gun to his head, he begged me not kill him, bewildered I asked “dude, how exactly do you hope to live a fulfilling life with your hands and feet gone”. Do not wound who you are not going to kill Don piccolo had warned. There was absolutely no way I was going to let him live, so I shot him, multiple times and he died. I guess that about wraps it up, i thought to myself self… I give up, William whom I’ve wasted considerable amount of money to search for may already be dead, it’s the only logical explanation for my lack of results and if he isn’t I hope he dies. One last job, something simple but enough to help get away as far as I can from this place and all its bad memories and start over was all I needed .
For a year I laid low moved underground, waiting to get a contract call which be my ticket out of the city which didn’t come until summer that year. “hello, is this Smith’s do it all consultancy” “yeah, Smith speaking”. “got a job for you, how fast can you get to Martinsville” “uuuh two hours” “good, I will be expecting you. I went to Martinsville, met my client. “you want me to what!” I exclaimed a bit annoyed at his job proposition. “I know it’s not your Forte but you are the only one I can trust to do this for me, i know my wife cheats on me, hell the whole fuckin’ town knows, but I need Hard proof to present to the court” how could she not I thought, you look like a cross between a walrus, a worm and a shark. ” look sir” I said out loud, “I know my business card says do it all, but I don’t get involved in this kind of jobs, I major in captains of industries, CEOs, Politicians.” “I know, your reputation precedes you, that’s why you are perfect for this Job. You are very thorough and my wife covers her tracks well”. I replied “sorry sir am gonna have decline this contract”. sighing deeply he said “look I will pay the exact amount it would cost you to do one of your hits, money is not a problem for me, she wants a divorce and if she gets it on her own terms, the court will give her half my assets and I am as sure as hell not ready to give that woman a single kobo.” I did not really want to do it, but there is the irresistable amount of money to consider so finally I replied “fine, I’ll do it”, how hard can it be to take a few pictures. ” I am going to need 80% of my money deposited up front”. “Done” he assured. Three days later, pictures of his wife and her lover sleeping together were with me and are on their way to my client. Showing it to him I said “There you go, full proof of your wife’s infidelity, now you can divorce her with rest of mind knowing that she won’t be getting anything.” “I don’t want to divorce her” he said, I could sense the cold fury in his voice. “I want you to kill her, and that ruddy lover of hers” . He was hurt by looking at the pictures, “did you know I picked her up from the slums, from nothing I made her the woman she is, sent her siblings out of the country to study, established her father, built a big house for her mother, gave her everything she wanted in this world and this is how she repays my love! ” he tore in half the photo he was holding, ” I want you to kill her for me ” he really loved her, men like him, in his state of mind would kill me if I refused. At the same time would agree to anything to get their wishes carried out. ” killing is gonna cost extra. In the next three days you will hear from me, until then, I want you to act normal, go to functions, act as if you are on the best terms with her, buy her gifts, you make sure you look like everything is normal, not too happy, not too sad, just be you till you hear from me three days from now”. “Understood” he assured me. Three days later, I followed her to a local hotel, where she met her lover. I followed them up to their room to get their room number, then I went back down to the bar, after about an hour I went back up straight to their room, as I got close I could hear moans of pleasure coming from within. It’s the Las of those you will be getting, I thought to myself as I slowly and quietly opened the door. I stalked in, they were both clothed but entangled in romance with each other . Just getting started are we, I thought to myself but aloud I said “sorry to cut your little play Time short but I’ve got a plane to catch, so am kind of on the clock here.” the woman said to me “do you know who I am, my husband will find you, and make you wish you were never born, leave now and and I will forget any of this ever happened.” laughing at her weak threats, I replied “sorry to bust your bubble honey but, your loving husband is the one that wants you dead” her Face dawned a look of horror” Don’t tell me he- he-“, “yeah he knows you are, cheating on him” I helped complete her sentence. “he has asked me to come show you how he feels about it” and with that I shot Her, she dropped dead. Then i turned to the guy she was with, his phone started to ring. ” a word of advice” I said to him “in your next life, cut your bloody coat according to your size” BANG! BANG! I shot him too and he crumpled. Called my client, “it’s done” i told him. From here I thought to myself, It’s straight to the airport to catch my plane and fly to somewhere far far away, where I can forget about this life and the misery it brought me. I had given up on finding William, he has gone to wind… Hope he is dead, I thought. Then the ringing from earlier went into voice-mail and I could not believe what I heard, I was making my way to the door but I was stopped in my tracks : William’s voice was coming from the phone…. There is no mistaking it, it was his voice “hello Gbenga, you there, pick up dammit, your sister is worried about you, Gbenga! Gbenga! Are you with that woman again, Gbenga, I warn you, that woman will be the death of you one day, you know her husband is a dangerous man. Call me immediately you get this” I stood there in excilliration, just when I had given up on him the universe delivers him on a platter to me, couldn’t thank fate6 enough, I picked up the phone of dead Gbenga, called some people who helped me run a trace on the number that called and within days, I was at William’s house. A pretty innocent place for a monster like him, I thought. Peering through the window I saw him, WILLIAM : the source of all my hatred for the better part of eight years was before my eyes and nothing was gonna stop me from killing him…. Or so I thought.
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EPISODE 4
Continues…
It was raining and William was sitting by the fire, staring into it… He seemed lost in thought. I knocked “Who is it?” his voice called from inside. “delivery for William Amadi” I lied, to get him to open the door but to myself I thought, yeah delivery of bullets in your skull, at least two in your head, one in your stomach, three to your chest…. I had already imagined how I was going to kill him. I heard footsteps come towards the door, When he opened the door I saw him clearly for the first time since that night: he looked different, more reformed… He is not the William I pictured. An anger burned inside of me, how can he be at peace and live comfortably with all the things he had done. He recognized me I noticed, there was fear in his eyes but he was strangely calm “come in” he said. “good thing I didn’t have to introduce myself, I must say though that you’re a hard man to find, I had almost given up on you… But even the universe did not want you to go unpunished for your sins. That’s why you were delivered to me. You must know why am here don’t you” I asked him and he replied “yes, how could I forget such a night, I have always known you would come for me one day. I heard the vow you made to your sister, Vera.” “you know her name” I noted “the others didn’t even remember her; not until I had to painfully remind them”. “the others, Seun and the rest?” he said as if he had only just realized that he wasn’t alone that night. “yes, they are dead all of them. And it’s time for you to join them” I said “I understand” he replied. Although there was still fear in his eyes, he looked calm, he wasn’t like the others, he was ready for me to kill him, but why is he afraid then I asked myself. “Daddy?” an unexpected voice called from behind me. A child, a little girl, “I heard talking, I couldn’t sleep” the child was complaining. William replied “it’s okay, sweetie, daddy was just talking with his friend here who came to visit, go back to your room, I promise we will be more quiet”. I stood there transfixed, staring at the little girl, my hate for William kept me focused on him. It had not allowed me to take in the details of my surroundings. I did and I noticed the pictures on the wall; William and his family, his wife and this girl, their daughter, then it hit me: the fear in his eyes wasn’t for himself, it was for his family. He saw me looking at the pictures and said “I want you to meet my daughter, Vera.” “Vera” I repeated, “after her?” “yes, that night I didn’t want all that happened to happen, it was the first time that I saw something like that, I’ve seen people die but to see someone die like that much less a child up close, that was my first and it was something I never want to see again. But when the others fled into different directions, I made myself come back to look very closely at what had happened to show myself that what happened was my fault and mine only and thats when I heard the vow you made to vera.” he said. “you got that right” I told him, then continued “the others, when I found them, they had delved deeper lnto crime but you seem, different, what happened?”
He sat down, I did too, his daughter vera walked over to him and placed herself around his arms. “He found me” he said pointing to a picture of an old man on the wall. “Pa John, he was a preacher. After that night the group went back to normal, they didn’t care, to them people die everyday and vera’s death was one of the normalcy of life but to me it was my fault, because of that guilt, I left the group, but the guilt remained and for years it ate at me, I lost a lot of myself, I felt empty, less than alive, and one day I decided to end it all and thats when the preacher Pa John found me, He stopped me and took me in and I told him my story, then he told me something that changed my life for ever, he said ‘in life there are about five events that shape the course of a person’s fate, four of those five are as a result of the choices we make and the decisions we take. But there comes one ultimate choice, we are given at our weakest and most vulnerable moment that not only shapes your fate but the fate of the world at large. You can choose to let your guilt eat you up from the inside out or you can convert it to a conviction to never let anyone in your circumstances destroy himself or anyone else. You can choose to become an example of man’s ability to conquer darkness or you can choose to be the guy that let his darkness engulf and destroy him.’ so I made a choice. I chose to be the example he believed I could be. I made my peace with your sister, though I never forgot her and then moved on, we went on missionaries together, he would preach and I would tell them my life story and it helped. When Pa John died, I continued but not as a preacher, I became a motivational speaker, started to speak at gatherings and meetings, I helped a lot of people change their lives for the better. It was on one such meetings that I met my wife and together we got this beautiful girl you see here. The rest as people say is history” he concluded.
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… “where is your wife” I asked. “she’s at work, she’s a nurse at the city hospital”. His story was good, but I have been nursing a hate and anger which have now mixed together to evolve into something else for this man for eight years. Such a feeling doesn’t go away with one story, I am still going to kill him I decided. He can’t be alive while vera is still dead, no matter how many veras he calls his kids it won’t replace my dead sister “send her away” i ordered him “you don’t want her to see this”. I brought out my gun and began to fix in its silencer. “vera honey, I want you to go up to your room” “what’s going on, why does your friend want to kill you.. Daddy?!” little vera asked, “vera go upstairs and lock your room, mommy will be back soon, everything is going to be fine”…. William assured his daughter.
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