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2024-10-29 19:42:56THEY WERE FIGHTING AGAIN.
Felicia’s voice was louder as usual, her shrill voice resounding through the house while father’s thick baritone voice accompanied her with its vibrations. They never really fought or argued, but whenever they did we would have to make ourselves as scarce as possible, as anyone of us could readily be the focus of their anger at any moment, especially for father.
The first fight would have been before we came home from the beach when father had arrived home to our absence. I had gotten back to my phone on reaching the car to eleven missed calls, nine from Felicia and two from Joseph, and with a message that we were to go to her supermart where Joseph would be waiting to bring us home on pretence that we had gone there as usual for our occasional part-time work.
Felicia was scowling hard and her face red as we entered the house with terrified faces, and then another argument began when father came down and we greeted him. He h
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“You sure did take your time,” Kudaisi said when I finally appeared in the garden. I only had twenty minutes to stay. “A lady needs her time,” I replied with a forced smile, joining him on the bench where he sat. He eyed me for a moment, noting the weariness on my face. “Come here.” He drew me into his warm embrace. We sat like that without any words till it was time for me to go, and I had to reluctantly detach myself from his arms. “Be safe,” I muttered as I opened the portal that would lead me to my destination. I was sure I wouldn’t be able to stop Kudaisi from going out to look for trouble tonight or any other night no matter how hard I tried, I could only hope he would be safe. “You too.” Ahmed accosted me as soon as I arrived at our designated meeting place, a little village in the north called Dabi. “You are late,” he said, smiling in his easy self-assured way. “I’m not really, we were supposed to meet by eleven.
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WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE? My thoughts flew everywhere as I was unsure of what was really going on. It took all I had to compose myself and not break down from tension and fear as I sat inside the backseat of the highlander with Taiwo wrapping her arms around me and her head on my lap, as we waited for father and Felicia who had come to check me by the car minutes ago after Shola found them and told them I was sick and had then gone back to bid farewell to their friends before we left. Kenny and Shola stood outside the car, reclining against the side as music from the party which was still on sounded in the background.This was by far the scariest and strangest night of my life.Everyone of them had a black owl on their person; father, Felicia, Shola, Taiwo, Kenny, and the two drivers Mark and Joseph. I did not see those on Shola, Kenny and Taiwo until later when I connected to the sight, and I was sure it was the tension and fear that had made me reverse to basic
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THE SECONDS SEEMED TO PASS slowly, and although it was ten thirty five—four minutes since Kudaisi said he was coming—it seemed like hours to me. He would need at least fifteen to twenty minutes to make the two hours long journey.The inside of the car was steaming hot, the drive silent. Too silent. They had put off the air condition and rolled up the windows—save Joseph’s which was opened just a little—because of my cold. I felt the heat more because of the two Agbada wrapped around my body, but I had to keep up the pretence as Shola and Kenny passed me an occasional worried glances, also Taiwo who had her head on my lap and was sighing at intervals like an old woman.Kudaisi where are you? Be quick. I tested the shields on the two car again, ours and father’s in front, it was still firm.Taiwo took one long sigh which had the same effect as a thunder strike in the otherwise silent car, she sat up sl
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I was yanked out of Kudaisi’s body as he came to. He was still in the dungeons, and the red matron stood before him with two of her apprentices.“He is not going to make it” the red matron says, looking him over wistfully. My heart skips a beat hearing her. “Someone has tampered with him or something,” she looks around, frowning.“What do we do no?” one of the apprentices asked.The red matron frowned. “Get me blood. We can’t allow him die like this. We will feed him blood to make him heal and continue.”“Okay,” the girl turned around and left the dungeon.I came awake slowly, taking a moment to get my eyes used to the dim lightning of the room. The thick pungent smell of drug and pills hit me hard, and as I tried to move my right hand a strong warm hand gently, but firmly, stopped me.“Finally you're awake.” It was Mama. She was seated on the bed by my side.
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Kudaisi growled, fighting against the invisible shackles that bound him to no avail.Yeye Omo chortled softly as she eased herself away from him and stood to her feet, using her left hand to wipe the blood trailing down her lips.Kudaisi continued his struggles against the invisible shackle to no effect.“To say I had to use this before I could stop you. You should be proud.” There was a horn in Yeye Omo’s right hand which she raised us. The horn was long with spirals like a bull’s horn. It was wrapped in black and red cloth with cowries and dry leaves around it, and it shined dimly even under the soft yellow glow of the lamps, oozing smoke from its top.“Do you know what I had to do to get this five hundred years Áse?” Yeye Omo inquired, looking grim. “It took years and years of service to get something this powerful. Long years of service, and I doubt there are many charms of its caliber around.&
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