So once inside his car, Franck was taken and held by all sorts of melancholic thoughts and strong emotions. Seemingly, Dark Messiah was the one who infiltrated in his family or was in connection with the person. Leaving him to one question. Who was this person then? A slip of the tongue? One thing for sure he had to discover this individual by all cost. Seen from the look of things, he was a well-disciplined 419er and who strives a lot to preserve image. Hiding his face from his own 419 accomplices simply meant, a lot was at stake. Something Franck was bent to demystify mindless of any associated risk. The stableness of his whole family was bent on taking away this individual or this group of rogues.
Franck was still in his basin of hallucinations, wondering how this person knew about the money his dad had given them for Junior`s health. The one hundred thousand dollars’ worth check. The disturbing part here, was that t
It was already 7:00 AM when Franck was awaken by his wife. For a new dawn, a new day, another challenge. The night had been so tedious for him. He slept like a baby. The sky was so bright with a forefront zeal to administer it`s daily duties. Jane came with a tray carrying all the breakfast jollies. “Morning Sweetheart, I think you need to eat something. You came back late yesterday night and didn`t take your supper.” She said to her husband sitting next to him near their bed. Looking at him lovingly. In a sign that, despite their challenges there`s still hope and togetherness. Inside the bed cover and battling with sleep, Franck managed to open his eyes smiling as he spoke softly. In that romantic mood spirit, “Can I sleep some more dearie, please? He went in a supplicating tone. She stared at him for some seconds and mused a bit.
As Jane drove towards the hospital, she started reflecting. Asking her inner self how she could really bring her son out of this mess, whether there was another way out. It was more than a week since her son entered into coma. As a mother, she was missing his voice, his actions, his love, his silliness, his caprices and his duties. Nostalgically, it was deeply worrisome. For the love for a mother to a child is priceless. She remembered the series of miscarriages she had had before Junior came and stayed in their lives. The voice of her mother-in-law was like yesterday. “I know the pain in your heart. I know the eagerness. I know you love my son so much. I know you`re a woman full of self-esteem. When you sit on something with faith, sooner the thing will become gold. That next pregnancy will be a destiny child. Bear with me, and you shall see.”&nb
‘Yes Jessica, I’m really happy you made up your mind to come and help us at the office. Just as we spoke last time at home. It`s better than staying at home and being a boredom to mom and dad. And playing sweet sixteen at your old age.” Franck spoke looking at his kid sister in the face. Praying God in his heart that she should develop some sense of responsibility. As they both sat in his office. He proceeded, “Our family strength reposes on our ability like the children of Dubila family to stick together to form a strong unison.” Jessica was looking at him and nodding her head in gentleness of a baby-like style. “I want you to head the department of hygiene in this building. Can you handle that?” Jessica`s brother proposed it to her with due sincerity. “It`s okay bro. I
“A minute honey. Let me check from whom the incoming video call is from.” Franck separated himself from his wife whom he was holding intimately. As he takes a seat while checking through the computer. It was his junior brother Simolen from Canada calling. He rapidly answered the call by pressing the respond button on the keyboard. While putting on his earphones incorporated with a microphone. “Shati bro!(Greetings bro) “ki dze leh”? (How`re you?)” Beckoning his wife to come and sit on his laps in a haste who obeyed quickly. “ki dze ki juun tarrh”. (I`m fine bro.) It`s been a while. How`s everything down there?” He inquired and showed burdened of long-time-not-heard from each other. Then suddenly he saw Jane waving
It was a journey of about three kilometers. As Franck was driving with his friends, he recognized. “Guys I must admit that it`s been very long. So how is business going on?” he asked. James took the lead. “Well everything is going fine. We have just been worried about you and Jane.” Mathew followed. “True brother. I had not stopped wondering what`s really going on. It`s really hard you know.” Looking at Franck in sympathy as he cruised them along towards Church Avenue. “Seriously bro, this issue had not stopped boiling my stomach. We really want Anthony back. We want your immediate family back. And without Junior, the nuclear circle will be incomplete.” He shared his sincere feeling with him. “I do take account of everything. You guys have really been honeybunches both ph
After parking their car at a nice spot, Franck Dubila and his team of two entered in a seductive restaurant called ‘Naija Plates’. When they got in, they were received by a sales mate who showed them the way in and where to sit. As in appreciatory mood he concocted. “You`re welcome to ‘Naija plates’ my Ogas (Nigerian expression of Sir, elder, respect; for males appellations only). On our list we have gari and okro soup, pounded yam and egusi soup, Water-fufu and ogbono soup and lastly rice and stew. All cooked in the pure Nigerian style.” The guys all looked at themselves then laughed mockingly. As to say, ‘What was all that?’ It was their first time from their novice attitude. “Well guys, let everyone give himself a chance to discover.” While looking at them in a foxy manner. Then in a boyish style to
The day was gone. Franck arrived home safely when Jane had not yet returned. It was about 5:30pm. He was very satisfied with the time he had just spent with his true friends. Talking with his brother abroad. And the divine disclosure which they`ve just had through his wife which was also a soul healing. All these in one day, it was a bit of relief considering what they were going through. Well, there was no doubt about it, if it was the divine intention then guess it had yielded it fruit grandiosely. He sat on the couch in his house taking another glass of wine. Thinking of the way forward. Then he removed the contact card that madam V-Boot of ‘Naija Plates’ had given him. He kept an eye on the piece of card for about five minutes. Then left for the store room where the computers and the things he took from Spiritus’s domiciliate were. He took out the laptop, put it on and scrolled to pictures sect
Franck arrived at the spot twenty five minutes after separating from Diego. The area was a vast pace with very few houses around. He has never been in this neighborhood before. But knew of its existence. The place was a kind of hidden area to be straight in description. A pauperization zone. Being born and bred in Makepeville, every corner in that city Franck had an idea of or had passed there once in his lifetime. He looked for a more discrete corner. Voided of nuisance and quick alert signals. To where it was having a bird view of Madame Ugochi front house. Franck in his stratagem gave a distance of about two hundred meters. Left his driver sit for the long sit behind. After collecting and mounting his sniper rifle from where it was at the back boot. His jeep car was kind of smoked and by the fall of the day you could hardly see any person within. From his vantage position,