The characters in this novel as written by the author, are fictionally invented. Names are not the names of any known human being living or dead. If there happens to be any similarity with those of any person living or dead I offer heartfelt apology.
Life is our question and understanding it, our burden. It approaches us the way we approach it. It serves our existence. Its great to be alive but life is only a breath.
Guns came up around the enlightenment and immediately after the reformation, they kill people faster than swords. Yet we are cajoled to live in a civilized world!
Welcome to the speech.
CHAPTER ONE
THE GENESIS
“You’ve left us to ourselves in our season
of drought, we have come hands full and
have made our mouth taleful between drought
and new yams, but you have left your hold
and your seeds fall unripe”.
- Okogbule wonodi
2020 August 23rd: 14days to A.U summit.
The august rains had cooled the air all over Jos Metropolis. Comely land breeze blew across the metropolis from the hills tops. The hill stood out in sharp relief against the afternoon sky.
The alarm clock jerks off and Alade immediately picks up the clock and put off the alarm. “The damn alarm he muttered. I could have slept more he sighed; guess I had too much crystal champagne last night”.
He puts on a pair of sleepers and looked at his dolce and gabana watch. “Its just 24 minutes past 1 and Jummai wasn’t back yet, he whispered” he walks into the bathroom and took a lick. He slot in a music disc into his home theatre system and whistles quietly to lyrics from light house family tracks.
He sat on the bed, picked up a framed picture of himself dancing to music played by a steel band, which was snapped while he was at
Thought you’ll still be sleeping! Well, I just could not keep sleeping, he snorted out with some grin on his face. Hey, did you make the phone call? Oh yes I did she replied, and also I sent out a S.O.S to the D.M.I Chief he promised that the transfer would be done at 0800hrs on Friday. “That’s my girl he replied sheepishly” hey, Jummai, I’ll advice you change your cloths, get sporty; we’ll be off to the grillade for some lunch and beer. You should be ready while I take my bath!
He was in the shower and was out soon to pick his Siemens phone which rang unceasingly, by his pillow side. ; He answered the phone while he put on some Tommy Hilfinger jeans and Karl Kani tee shirt.
“Hello, Alade Marshall on the line, who is this please?
The voice on the other side was husky and deep.
“Oh! Mr. Melingo!
I never knew you’d return my call?
How are you coping with
I hope you still got the letter?
“Alright, what about the seal?
“It’s broken?
“Then we’ll need to carry out an autopsy; on the body, right?
“I’ll call you after breakfast tomorrow”
“Aurevoire monsieur Melingo”
He put off the phone, and walks into Jummai’s room, you set already?
She was shaping her nails with a nail file.
“Come on baby boy, I am not set for no outing, why don’t you come give it to me? Am in the mood at least, she said parting her lips slowly revealing a set of sparkling white dentition.
“Then am not just in the mood he snaps. He pick up the keys to his B.M.W 9 series tinted convertible, put on a blue Kangol on his head, tucked his Smith and Wesson 45 automatic into his Versace pants and slipped out of the door, “I’ll be back he yelled!
Astalabista baby! She muttered quietly to herself, as she almost mistakenly filled off her little fingernails, the cunning bastard she yelled!
Driving out of
As he drove past Zololo junction he observed the presence of a mob of Hausa boys. These youngsters have often been identified to sniff gums, smoke marijuana, drink Sukudai and spend time and money on cigarette.
I often wonder how able-bodied youths could just loafer about lacking some specific duty to attend to. This youths reminded him of some boys he had fell out with once during his tourist tour of the street of Tangier in
His residence was a hotel in the international zone of Fez but he spent some days touring the street of tangier. On one occasion, he lost his wallet to set of pick - pockets that acted as his tour guides. After a long tussle with them and with the help of local police, he recovered his wallet. The local police chief apologized to him and concluded his apologies remorsefully. “They were filled with majaun and kiff! Please when next you come from
As he drove into Dogon - Dutse close, a black Cadillac drove by with the side glasses all wind up and tinted. He immediately tried to look at the registration number of the Car, it read: PL 404 JK.
Then all of a sudden, the road develops a slow traffic. So many vehicles hooted and angry drivers popped out their heads cursing loudly. “Kai Kuyi Tafiya Da Sauri mana”!
As he was still pondering about the movement of the Cadillac, someone tapped his passenger glass; Alaye Mi Eje Wanle O!, you need dope? eh?
The intruder was trying to force his head into his car. He had serious bad smelling breath and an unkempt hair.
Alade gazed intently, into the intruder’s eyeballs and ferociously barked at him, I don’t use marijuana, okay? I think you’ve sold enough halitosis, back off!, or else, he was suddenly loosing his cool, he tucked his hands into his leather pants and brought out his Smith Wesson 45. Am a cop do you want to see your friends in Jail, I swear I’ll nail you, if you don’t leave.
The peddler seemed to have lost comprehension of English language conversation as she didn’t move an inch.
Alade quickly thought he perceived being tailed, before he could turn his face to look out of his window side, he saw within a flash, a thick black fist sinking into his face before he could defend himself.
Alade, tried looking at his assaulter but he could not clearly. He felt dizzy and immediately passed out on the steering wheel.
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