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Sunday, 23 October 2022

LETTER TO MY WIFE By Siloko, Oyintari Ben [episode 5]

 

When I heard a knock on my door, Nene was still wailing in agony. I wondered when I heard the bang for the second time, "Who could it be?"

"Who is that?" I questioned.

He answered in the affirmative.

I asked, "Who are you?"

The banger said, "The guy from Nene's house. Nene's groaning was still audible.

Yes, please tell me how I can help. Since of the resentment I harboured toward him because he had what I needed, I came off as somewhat nasty.

Nene injured herself. I sprinted to the door and unlocked it as soon as I heard him say those words. Leading the way into Nene's apartment was Mr Zee World.

As she was bleeding from her left hand, I exclaimed, "Nene, Oh No." Zee World did nothing but stands and stares as I carried Nene on my back, disregarding the blood that was oozing out all over. Fortunately, as I took Nene downstairs, I had my car key.

When I got to the car, I unlocked it and put Nene in the backseat, telling her everything would be okay as I gently closed the back door and proceeded to the driver's door.

Zee world opened the passenger door as I opened the driver's door. I had no idea who invited him or what he was doing, but I knew his goal was to accompany us to the hospital. I was silent the entire time due to Nene's situation. Since all I had on my mind was getting Nene to the hospital, he was the least of my concerns.

Bello swung the gate wide for me as I hurried to get out of St Abz mini estate. The people in Romeo Spot stared at me as I passed by quickly. Some people may have said foul things, but so what? In my opinion, I don't care.

I turned left at the Prime Traffic Light Junction and continued along Ikedum's Drive into AMY Specialist Hospital.

Arriving at AMY's Specialist Hospital, a highly regarded hospital in Heartland City that is well-organized and top-notch. They assumed it was an A&E emergency because of the manner I sped in quickly, so when I parked and opened the car, a stretcher was already at the back door.

Zee was still standing and just staring, doing nothing. But I asked myself, "Why should I keep worrying about this guy?" His reasoning may have been influenced by the movies he has been seeing since arriving at Nene's house, or it might be because Nene has been feeding him nonstop.

As I held Nene and carried her into a separate ward, the nurses helped me. They started using their clinical tools to treat the injury. I was unable to identify the name of the apparatus because all I was familiar with was cotton wool. After they were done, they bandaged her hand and informed us that because Nene was so weak, she would need to be in bed for about six hours.

I sat by Nene's head side as she lay on the bed. The next thing I saw was that Zee world was preparing to sit at Nene's feet at the other end of the bed.

What sort of wahala is this? This dude sef, who is he? Abi him no see this chair I was referring to a blue single seater sofa in the ward] to sit down? I murmured in silence.

My phone rang right then. Happiness had called. What does this chick want again? Which kind of yeye call be this one for this kind of time? After the first ring, I put my phone on mute and slipped it into my pocket because everything I needed to focus on was right in front of me.

The nurses informed Nene that she would be receiving injections ten minutes later and inquired if she had eaten. Nene responded with a "no," and I later learned that she had been cooking at the time of the incident. I'm not going to ask the Zee world what occurred; instead, I'll wait for Nene to be in a good enough condition to tell me.

As the nurse left, I asked Nene in a hushed voice, "What would you want to eat, Nene?"

Jollof rice was her reply.

I'll go ahead and get it for you now. I said.

Zee world trailed me as I made my way to the door. I had to speak now because I was unable to contain myself.

Bros, ........................................

Stay tuned for the next episode.


Friday, 7 October 2022

Dreams Beyond The Creeks - By Siloko Oyintari Ben.

 


"Pabo olotu pabo!! anda oya ehhhhhhh."

"Ahhhhh Zinzon!!"

"Ahhhhhhh Zinzon!!!"

"Wana!! Wana! Wana! Wana!"

I was chanting with Tari by the riverside of camp Imbila, in Tuatua Creek, 11 Nautical Miles south of Barasin River.

General Tinton was our general, a friendly tall and darkly handsome man in his early 40s. You will wonder how such a gentle and attractive man, who had the qualities a lady would die to have in a man, will involve in such. However, as the saying goes, a man should never be judged sometimes by his appearance. Some are the lion in teddy bear form.

"Who will go…………?"

They came to our camp, convincing us to drop our arms for amnesty and take a new turn.

The government representatives were still staring as our commander was waiting for responses to the question he had asked earlier.

Tari and I were the least they expected to consent to the commander's question. The rest of the boys were scared that the general would behead them thinking they were chickens, but I understand that sometimes somehow, you must have to speak up your mind and not die in silence.

I have always been known for bravery all through Imbila. Unknown to us, the general had already consented to the representatives from the government. They already had a deal. It was a vain opinion-seeking exercise to make us feel we had choices. Most people were still waiting out of fear. Their minds were still doubtful if that was what the general wanted them to do. However, we all wanted a second life to be better humans and not live all our lives in naivety and rascality.

Our families were also in danger because, in our absence, the government would pick randomly from each home affiliated with the militants and torture them to make us surrender. So I asked myself, "if my family is not protected, then what am I doing here"?

Several questions ran through my mind that I could never summon any courage to speak of. Not even the best motivational speaker would make me say anything in such a manner.

This is an opportunity I have always dreamt of, to see a new world with different views about life operations and be exposed to life aesthetics.

Commandeer Bibi was still staring at us, waiting for the first person, but he never looked in my direction because he knew I would be the last person to come out.

Without any further delay, I stepped forward, and Tari followed behind.

Our view was to see something different, as the entire camp was now full of whispering.

I heard a voice faintly,

"See oga best boys nai march out first".

It was as if we read the General's mind. After we stepped forward, a few boys joined us before the General showed up with smiles to inform Camp Imbila that we were surrendering for the best reasons.

A week later, it was time to leave for the training camp at Cordoba after the demands had been met.

The General had gotten some huge Ankara bags full of notes. I didn't know if it were books, but all the same, the General was happy with the contents, and we all got a few of the notes in excitement.

The journey to Cordoba was quite a distance. From Imbila to the capital city of my state was three hours by boat. Arriving at my capital city, Nagoa, a few security escorts were waiting for us and several white coaster buses with various camp names written on them.

I believe the negotiations from the government and various generals had been on the board for a long time because the arrangements and notice for training were short, but who are we?

We can't decide for the Generals; we are just mere boys acting on orders.

As we made our way to the coaster buses, we boldly found our camp name written IMBILA. The names attached to the buses were facing the direction of the jetty. Hence, the identification process was not complicated.

The journey to Cordoba was a journey to remember as we travelled for about six hours. Security teams in front and rear escorted us while the coaster buses were in the middle.

Arriving at Paradise Training Camp at 9 pm, one could see the beautiful flood and street lights, estates and classrooms, long hostels and various arenas. Different hostels had different camp names. The exercise was adequately coordinated as we marched towards ours, still written in bold words IMBILA.

After we refreshed, we were ushered to the dining, and we had a great meal.

Lying on my bed after I had a handful of eba and ogbono soup that evening, our first at Camp Paradise, was a different feeling from Imbila. I never had any stress thinking of various names as long as it was a training facility. I just had to pick the first name of a group and add camp to it.

I was reminiscing on the activities we were used to, the gbele songs we played and danced, and those rugged chanting. I am a destructive militant, and whenever we had operations, I mean special operations, I was usually among the first five to be selected. Even though I was young, I was brave.

Now, it is a different world, and I gradually start to think about my aged mother and a younger sister whom I knew deserved better.

My younger sister had already given birth to three children due to a lack of care and advice, and our father died several years ago when we were young.

The thunder rumbled while I listened to the rustling leaves and the whistling winds close to my window and felt the cool breeze. I had already made up my mind that I was going to utilize every opportunity to become better.

The following morning was orientation. It was a long session with Mr Tonye, who was in charge of training at Camp Paradise. He spoke extensively as I paid sharp detail. His words were captivating and transforming.

The picture of the new life became more precise. We were made to understand that there were different training areas. After much explanation, I settled for underwater welding, knowing that I would do better with effort and commitment.

The training began, and I followed every bit of it. I won't forget the tenth day. I had a severe burn on my thumb from the welding machine because I mistakenly removed my glove and was about to take my phone to check if my girlfriend had called that day. I haven't spoken with Timi for a few days, and I seriously missed her. I waited daily for her call, as I had no units to call her. Only Timi had my number, as I frequently changed the lines. Here I was, suffering from the pain of emotional carelessness.

As we advanced, I concentrated after the injury taught me a vital lesson. If I continued like that, I would put myself into so much trouble for a wasted opportunity.

The zeal to deal with the pain and continue the process was felt deep inside of me.

About the fourteenth day, the pain had reduced. However, it was still unbearable, making me unable to enjoy my favourite meal, 'eba', with my right hand. Every attempt to try was futile. Those moments of pain I caused for myself were hell, but I managed to eat with my left hand, only that I spent more extended time eating. And eating at a slow pace wasn't something I liked.

The brave young bloody militant was now a soft boy who detested violence.

How did the transformation happen?

A mystery I know not about. I found a friend in my new skill that I love so much. I wish I could speak about the tales of the violent transformation, but I can only see the vision and the new man I wanted to be.

After our training, I was among the best awardees. My determination had given me a new zest for life.

We were given options; if we wanted to be employed or continue with our monthly stipend to test our level of transformation. Many of my colleagues were thinking differently from me, but Tari and I were thinking in the same direction. This is the true definition of a good friend.

Some people opted for a monthly stipend that they couldn't work in any office or travel anywhere else and expressed dissatisfaction. They wanted to continue in the business of womanizing, excessive drinking, and putting people in fear.

These people thought they would continue to bear arms if they settled for monthly stipends. However, they never understood the meaning of amnesty and never saw the light and the potential in them.

They never saw their dreams beyond the creeks simply because they had limited mindsets.

I made up during our stay at Paradise. I knew I would never return to my old self because I had discovered my potential.

During the orientation, the facilitator's words renewed my thinking when he said,

"If you want to change something, try not to be like the people who engage in it".

That was the turning point in my life. I was no longer a militant of destruction but a minister for change just because of that word.

I wondered how I learnt so fast, but then I realized I had a firm conviction. It wasn't easy at the beginning.

As the days went by, I began to love every moment, and those moments became my rebirth.

I was the fix-it-guy right from childhood. When I followed my father to the fishing camp at Isongu Creek, I usually fixed our boats and engine because my father was a fisherman. That was how I became good at repairs. I learnt so many things from him, which he made me practice daily.

It became clear that the skill for repairs and zeal for learning had been in me for many years, but I was unaware until I got to Camp Paradise. I am now exploring and living my dreams.

After a few months of quitting camp and returning to our various families with our certificates and other subventions, we were contacted by multiple companies. I then discovered that most instructors were well-trained professionals in various fields.

I was contacted and offered a job at Brain Oil and Gas Company (a famous global company operating in every oil-producing country) with the opportunity of further training after performing exceptionally well at the basic training in Camp Paradise.

I completed the advanced training and was posted to a country I had always dreamt of visiting from childhood after watching their Samba Dance. The beautiful Brazilian girls were on display at the Atlanta 1996 final match.

I looked in the mirror, getting set to resume work at a rig in Brazil. And I said to myself, 'Today, my dreams have gone beyond the Creek.'




Saturday, 3 September 2022

A LETTER TO MY WIFE [episode 4]



As Nene was about to mention who he was, her phone rang. She looked at the phone to see the caller, and after seeing the caller, she smiled as she answered in a low tone.

“Hello, how are you, handsome?” Nene spoke in a romantic tone as she answered the call.

She didn’t even wait to let the caller say a word after the hello. At that moment, I turned down the stereo volume, so the music didn’t interfere with her call. However, I was no longer paying attention as the call became romantic and annoying.

“Which kind wahala I enter today na,” I thought. First na Zee World man for her house, now na unknown caller.

My jealousy had already clouded my thoughts, as I was thinking negatively now. After the call, Nene informed me that it was her boss who called and that she always teased him with pet names.

“Tee, is everything okay?” Nene queried, as I was looking a bit moody. As a sharp guy, I didn’t want to look stupid, so I quickly acted on my defence.

“Nene, it’s just a slight headache”, I responded.

If only Nene knew I had served myself breakfast twice from her action. Now the conversation had changed.

“Sorry about the headache, Tee; we will get panadol from BLOOMS pharmacy for you”, Nene replied.

Deep down, I knew my problem was an emotional headache. My panadol was right beside me, sitting in the passenger seat.

We made a left turn at the Prime traffic light junction. We drove further for another two minutes, about one and a half kilometres from the traffic light, before arriving at BLOOMS supermarket.

If only all this drama were not happening, shey I for don act romantic, I for don tell Nene make she chill, so I go open the door for her, I said.

The supermarket had many customers, and the parking lot was congested, so it was not easy to see a space. One of the supermarket guards called our attention and pointed to his colleague, who directed us to an accessible area.

All on my mind was the Oga abi MD that called her and the Zee World master at home, chilling as I parked and unlocked the car.

I reluctantly said to Nene, “Nene, this headache is getting worse; I think I should stay back in the car and rest a bit.” All this was a ploy so I don’t walk with her moody, end up embarrassing myself, and have Nene think so weird of me.

“Oh, sorry, Tee, I also think you should stay back. I will get the panadol for you,” Nene assured me in a romantic tone.

“Abi na, my turn to receive romantic words. Abi, my position for today na errand boy among Nene’s romantic recipients. Am I the third guy for the day? Or the guy for house dey servicing department, while her Oga when call dey finance department, then me na logistics department?”

Imaginative thoughts were flying through my head, aggravating the headache as Nene made her way to the entrance to the supermarket.

“Why she no tell me who the guy for her house be after she finish the call with her oga? Should I ask her when she returns, or make I lock up? It was as if I was discussing with someone. Maybe my mind and emotions were debating between themselves, and I became the spokesman.

I yawned as I changed the loader of the car stereo to Loader three, a gospel digital audio compact disc. I selected Mercy Said No track by Cece Winas, so I can feel better, especially when it gets to the line, “Mercy said no, sin will never take control.” I had to encourage myself. Otherwise, this headache will show me pepper from thoughts I can’t help.

After twenty minutes, Nene came out of the supermarket with nylon bags. I unlocked the car as she opened the rear door and placed the bags on the chair before making her way to the front passenger seat.

“Tee, here is your panadol,” Nene said as she handed me the card for panadol and a bottle of water and Lucozade boost.

I took tabs and opened the Lucozade as I engaged the gear as we began our trip back to St Abz mini estate along Liverpool crescent. The rest of the journey was silent as Nene truly felt I had a headache, and I also wasn’t in the mood to talk, as the gospel music made me feel good.

We arrived at St Abz estate, and I drove to my parking space. I was about to assist Nene with the bag, but she declined and reminded me that I was not feeling too well and that she could handle the loads. We climbed the staircase together. As she got to her door, she rang her bell while I began to unlock my door.

The Zee world master opened the door and said “welcome” in a romantic way. Everything anybody said to Nene sounded romantic because of my jealousy. At this point, the effect of the gospel music was fading away as I entered the room. I went straight to my LG digital video disc player and inserted another digital audio compact disc. It was Nathaniel Bassey’s THE KING IS COMING ALBUM. I played the track, titled EMMANUEL, so I could feel better when it got to the line where he said, “The redeemer of my soul, and you’re the keeper, the keeper of my heart”.

As the song played in a low tone, I switched on my television. I tuned the DSTV to channel 406, one of my favourite channels, Al Jazeera, to see the latest global news. They were transmitting violent reports from the ongoing war between Russia and Ukraine. I remembered I had baileys in my fridge as I reached out for it and a glass cup in a bid to get tipsy and forget about Nene. 

When I took my first sip, I heard a noise from Nene’s apartment. She was screaming, “Faster. after a few minutes, she was screaming, gently, please,” as if the guy was pounding her. At the same time, Tony, my mechanic, was also calling. I said furiously, “which kind wahala be this na?”

Watch out for the next episode.  

 


Thursday, 11 August 2022

A LETTER TO MY WIFE [episode 3]


 

I got back into my apartment, furious. I couldn't even listen to the fabulous music anymore because the atmosphere wasn't calm like a few minutes ago when I was listening to 'THE MOMENT' album by Kenny G.

The inflatable air sofa became uncomfortable as I stood up and stepped towards the fridge by my dining.

I took out a bottle of Bailey Irish cream and filled a margarita glass to the brim as I took the first sip making the glass half. All I wanted was to forget about what I saw in flat 6. I should have left flat six the way it had been.

Thirty minutes later, I heard my phone ring as I looked at the caller. It was Tony.

"OgaTenny," Tony called

"Hey bro, are you at my gate?" I replied

"Yes, boss", Tony replied.

"Put the phone on speaker so I can tell Bello to give you access," I said.

"The phone is on speaker now, sir," Tony updated me.

"Bello, na me Tenny, abeg allow Tony come inside," I instructed

"OK, sir," Bello responded.

I stood by my door as Tony climbed up, and I ushered him into my house to brief him on what he was to do.

"Tony, take one shot, na," I said as I handed Tony another margarita glass.

He turned some Irish cream into his glass until his glass was half.

Tony began to sip his baileys Irish cream as I briefed him.

"Tony, na my neighbour car you go fix, e dey for our junction. Follow me, make we go," I said to Tony.

He finished his drink and followed me.

I called Nene while standing in front of my flat to avoid seeing the Zee world master.

The phone rang as Nene answered. I was the one who spoke first.

"Nene, Tony is here. Please, can you come out so we can go and give him the car," I asked her?

"OK, Tenny, just a moment. I'm coming." Nene replied.

Less than five minutes, Nene came out, wearing a ladies' fashion button gown and summer women's flip-flop slippers. She looked so beautiful, and I couldn't help but stare and smile at Nene as she smiled back.

Myself, Nene and Tony walked downstairs as I unlocked my 2017 Toyota Corolla SE model. Nene reached out for the back seat door behind my seat, but I told her to sit at the front as Tony won't be coming back with us.

We drove to where the car was, and Nene unlocked her 2016 Toyota Venza XLE, removing a document as she handed Tony the key.

"Tony, whatever it is, let me know. Thank you," I said to Tony as I entered my car with Nene.

"Please, can you take me to the BOOMS SUPERMARKET? I need to get a few things for the house." Nene asked.

"Sure, Nene," I answered as I began driving in that direction.

It was as if she knew I wanted to ask if that was her boyfriend because I had never seen a guy at Nene's apartment since she moved in a month ago.

"Tee," Nene called me in a soft tone.

"The person you saw in my house is ...........

 

Watch out for the next episode....

©SOB BOOKS.

Saturday, 30 July 2022

A LETTER TO MY WIFE (EPISODE 2) by Siloko Oyintari Ben

  

                       

Discarding happiness to get happiness is an Irony that is underrated. I didn't even let the phone ring so much as I tapped the button to receive Nene's call.

Internally, I felt so much joy as I answered the call.

"Hi Tee", Nene responded first.

"Fine, girl", I replied.

"Please can you help me call your mechanic, so he can come and fix the car," Nene asked?

"Yes, Nene," I concurred. 

In my state of confusion, I called her Nene instead of the fine girl because I expected her to call me over to assist her in whatever she wanted or for company.

Nene dropped the call after I assured her that I would call Tony.

The moment Nene hung the call, I called Tony.

As the phone rang, Tony answered quickly,

"OgaTenny, I greet you," Tony spoke in his usual jovial way.

"Bro, how are you? Hope the rain no keep you for house?" I asked Tony

"No o oga, I dey workshop already. I need to work, so I go carry Blessing go BOUNCING STAR this night," Tony responded.

I laughed as I responded, 

"Na enjoyment you dey o, meanwhile, I need you to come carry car for my place."

"OK, oga Tenny, I dey come." He affirmed.

As the call ended, I decided to go and knock on Nene's door to see if I could get a chance to render any service since she didn't invite me when she called earlier.

I took the bull by the horn, using the option of telling her the feedback I got from Tony.

"If the bull horn wan wound me, make e wound me,"

I said to myself as I tapped gently on Nene's door. I heard a masculine voice, but I wasn't sure if it was from the television or the radio inside Nene's sitting room. At this point, I hoped it was the television.

"Yes, who's at the door," the masculine voice responded to the gentle tap on the door as he opened to the door to check.

'Good afternoon,' I greeted.

'Afternoon,' replied the voice.

'I'm looking for Nene, please,' I said

'Nene! Nene! He called. Someone is looking for you,'

He said in a tone Nene heard as he moved back to the couch with the door open as I stood in a sculpted form. I watched him sitting comfortably with his legs lying straight on the sofa and concentrating on the 'Zee World' channel.

(Zee World is an English-Bollywood entertainment pay television channel in South Africa. It was launched on 3 February 2015)

I was already boiling inside of me, so many thoughts on my mind as I began to murmur,

"Why this girl go tell me to call mechanic for her when she get boyfriend for house? Na wa, I don suffer....and see as him dey, grown up man dey watch zee world." At this point, I was jealous as my mind was biased.

"Oh, Tenny," Nene called as she approached the door where I was standing. I wasn't interested in going inside her house anymore because I had no idea who the guy was. Even as she called me Tenny instead of Tee, I wondered if the rain that beat her earlier made her think differently.

"I called Tony already, and he is on his way," I summoned courage in the heat of my annoyance to speak to her without my anger in view.

"Oh, that's nice of you. You should have just called instead of stressing yourself."

As she talked to me, the guy left the sitting room for the bedroom. He was in short and singlet, while Nene was in singlet and short, revealing some points on her chest. 

Thoughts were already running through my head for the second time when I saw what Nene was wearing. I had concluded that the guy had already heated Nene. That's why she wasn't shivering anymore.

"When Tony arrives, I'll let you know," I said as I walked back to my flat, with Nene responding, "thank you, Tenny." 

Watch out for episode 3, to find out to what transpired afterwards.

©SOB BOOKS.

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Monday, 25 July 2022

A LETTER TO MY WIFE by Siloko Oyintari Ben

 



A LETTER TO MY WIFE

                by Siloko Oyintari Ben

(SOB BOOKs production)

 

The rains had started on a beautiful Saturday morning with dark clouds. I peeped through my window, hoping to have a good view from my apartment on the three-story building along Liverpool crescent in St Abz mini estate. Growing up with dreams was the best part of my life.


The day I moved into my apartment, Flat 5, block A, I fell in love not just with my flat but flat 6, which housed a banker, Nene.


Nene was light-skinned, beautiful, and a figure eight, about 5.9ft tall. She was just a perfect figure of the picture for a woman of my dreams.


The moment I slid my curtains and looked towards the gate of our mini estate, my eyes caught Nene running in from the entrance towards block A, directly opposite the gate.


The buildings were painted in white colours as white colours had always been a beauty to behold. Immediately I sighted Nene, the good Samaritan in me ignited as I left the window for my door, hoping to render any service Nene wanted.


I heard her footsteps approaching as she was climbing the third floor. I had already summarised a way to initiate communication with her.


Nene was already soaked from the rain as the water was drizzling from her gown, and Nene was shivering.


"Oh, sorry, Nene," I began to say those crammed words, and the response returned as anticipated.


"Thank you, Tee," Nene responded, as she called me a different name for the first time. I remembered telling Nene my name was Tenny, and since then, she has been calling me Tenny. However, today, I got a different name. I was joyful because it was a dream becoming a reality.


"Fine geh," why did you return under the rain? What happened to your car? I inquired.


I summoned the courage to call Nene' fine geh' because she had already called me a different name, so it became a situation of preparation meeting opportunity.


"My car developed a fault by Romeo Spot," replied Nene.

(Romeo Spot is a jazz bar by the junction leading to our estate.)


"Don't worry. 

(Tony is my mechanic, a dark fellow skilled in fixing Toyota cars.) After the rains, I'll call Tony to look at it."


"Can I assist you with anything," I asked Nene.


"Not really. If I need your assistance, I'll ring you." Nene responded as she unlocked her flat and entered, leaving me behind.


"Now them never leave me......., they have left me...."


I said to myself as I looked at the gate and developed cold feet, which indicated the mission failed because I had so much fantasy in my head as I had always admired Nene.


I returned to my flat and sat on my blue three-seater couch in my sitting room. This time, I turned on the music player and connected it to the Bluetooth on my phone as I began to play a selected fantastic mix from my phone.

Sunny Neji was playing, and the title was "Still The One...."


Ten minutes later, my phone rang. It was Happiness calling as I looked at my phone.


"Wetin Happiness deh call me for na? shey she say she no want me, why she deh worry me?" I muttered to myself as I allowed the phone to ring without answering.


Happiness is a colleague of mine in the Nations Development Organisation. She serves in the Protocol department, while I do in the Documentation department.


She called again, and I ignored her call for the second time as I continued my music.


The thunders were rumbling, and the rain still poured heavily as my phone beeped. It was a text message, and I opened it to see the sender and the content.


It was Happiness.

'Are you home, Tenny? I want to stop by and say hello in the next hour. Kindly respond.'


I responded immediately, 'Sorry, Happiness, I can't take calls right now, and I'm not home. I went to visit my uncle in Bolton Avenue.'

(Bolton Avenue is about 1hr drive from my house. )


'OK, noted. Some other time then,' came the response from Happiness.


Thoughts of Nene were just all over my mind.


Ten minutes after the conversation with Happiness, a call came into my phone. This time, it was Nene calling.


Watch out for the next episode.


Sunday, 24 October 2021

Soti : The man & his choices.



The Banga boys are respected across the communities within the river banks.

The boys were instructed by General Pick-Two never to enter any community except recruitment period, and they are not supposed to harm any individual from those communities.
“Kipu, stop this boat”
Weni ordered the boat rider as he anchored the boat immediately at Pina-ama jetty.
Indibala, raced like a cheetah the moment he sighted Soti and Weni. Soti chased him immediately, with Weni following behind.
Weni had a type two AK 47 milled receiver rifle so his pace was slow, unlike Soti, who was carrying a 1911 commander pistol, as Indibala ran in the direction where soldiers were guarding a federal facility.
Aunty Tare’s sickness had worsen. Inetimi was now living with us at Garden City, leaving our energetic grandpa who was seventy eight years to take care of aunty Tare with herbs, as grandpa said the English man's chalk isn’t effective on aunty Tare.
“Indibala, stop there”.
Soti ordered as he fired two shots in the air from his pistol. Fear gripped indibala whose feet got stuck to the ground, as he heard the shots. He never processed the stop signal, but the shot signal.
The soldiers, upon hearing the shots fired, advanced towards the scene. Weni was four hundred meters from the scene when Soti shot Indibala three times, killing him instantly.
Just then, Soti sighted the soldiers and opened fire on them as he fled for the jetty thinking he was still fortified. The soldiers returned the shots as they pursued and their bullets penetrated him.
Weni saw Soti falling to the ground as the shots hit him. He dropped his AK rifle and sprinted as fast as his legs can carry him towards the jetty.
The Banga spy for the mission had tailed them and seen what happened. He knew the soldiers will capture the team if they decide to wait for Weni, so he ordered Kipu to ride the boat back to the camp.
Soti and Weni had disobeyed commanders order and they had no choice than leave them to their fate.
Weni got to the jetty and the boat had left. Immediately he turned back, he saw the soldiers who told him to stand still, but he disobeyed and was still trying to run towards the river when they gunned him down.
Aunty Tare was still hoping her Soti will return back someday, but Soti was never coming back home. He drank too much power and died from the overdose.
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