The Dubila`s mansion was a come-and-see. One of the finest homes in the city. As it was in the outskirt of the busy city. Placed in a flowery vegetation section. A small paradise on earth. An inspiration from the love of cultivation and nature`s odor.
Mr. Celestine Dubila the patriarch and the wife and matriarch Rosaline have always wanted to elevate their children in the best way ever. Being from the Nso heritage; their earlier marital lives weren`t of glorious type even though the matriarch was from a well fed background. They had the challenge to build their own empire. So they vowed they would ever do everything within their rich so that their children should have the best of it in life. They wanted it from their own handwork. Soon things started manifesting as they will, their family act took to reality.
They became the seigniors of soil cultivation for food stuffs like beans, maize, groundnuts, veget
After his hot tête-à-tête with his recalcitrant sister, Franck returned to his parents with whom he spent some time. Then left for the hospital still over shadowed by the anger of everything that was plaguing his life. While in his car, he called Dorothy. “Hello Lil sis. How are you coping with office matters?” He enquired knowing the whole weight of the management was on his head. But still trusting his sister due to her smartness. “All is fine big bro, just clients who wished meeting you individually. Guess most of whom you`ve started the deal already. But it`s okay. I have brief them on the difficulties you were going through. So it was easy to take things from there with them. And I hope all is going good lane.” Dorothy gave him a summary of all that was transpiring in the
When they got home that day. They were all broken in spirit but strong. A routine each time when they go and see their son in that drastic situation. But this time Franck grew very emotional and wild within himself. Away a bit barbaric in spirit. After some rest Jane left to her business place. Since the incident, she has not gone to her shop. She was always briefed on the trading tendencies. Quite true she had built her business to suit her absence. This, by not pulling all the management and decision strings to herself. The manager could sign the checks when she gave orders. Or when she dimmed it necessary that an action can be taken for the benefit of the enterprise. Her assistant could also assure all the products are replaced and well account for. Jane took to the option of division of labor. The businesses were working in a broad base lane. Reasons being that Jane could profit to be by her son in this times of trial. This is
By the fall of that same day, Franck was already at Ground3, where he was set for any eventuality. He was sound and ready nor matter the risk involved; it was a “do” or die thing, being better to die for some true than to languished in lies adhesion. It was a normal evening as he was dressed all in black. In a black T-shirt, a zip opened pullover with an attached cap behind and a jean trouser all in slim mode. He looked sexy and very dangerous. He picked a black sport shoe to accompany his dressing. He was in an untold combat spirit. When Diego arrived Franck saw he was carrying the consignment. Diego handed a big envelope and the bag he was having to him. “Everything you asked for is in this bag.” Diego assured and continued, “The address, the names and pi
He cruised his way to the address given to him by Diego. It was a journey of about forty minutes. One of the most decisive drive Franck was making at this point and time. He was going to get in contact for the first time with the person that made the call which resulted to the deadly accident of his son. He was bonded by a focus and a mission. He did not want a misconception resulting from incorrect reasoning. He did not want to miss the first steps, because it all crafted the way forward. It was five kilometers from where he was and he was getting closer. As he drove. He looked at the picture on the seat beside him. He could still not make up the face in the picture in his deepest brain search. Who was that? As he looked at it time repeatedly while driving. Then he remembered truth will always be out. He developed the thoughts. And there was no doubt about it. It was part of nature`s law to man.&nbs
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
In another boisterous spirit all became bright again. Three days later Junior was discharged after all medical examination were re-conducted. He was in a bouncing health mood as if his coma made him go for healing in another world. Though physically weak as a result of many days of lying down. The whole family had visited him during this time. His cousins were very happy seeing their own cousin back to life because without him their circle was incomplete. There was joy and hope again between the two families. That of Jane and her husband`s. The baby boy of the home was back. His grandparents decided to hire a house help only for him. Who was going to answer to all his caprices. For them he had been away for a lifetime and deserved all forms of honor. After all grandpa had given him the name ‘Lord Anthony’ . His room was well decorat
It was six am when Jane`s cell phone rang. She was still lying beside her husband who came back late without her noticing. She turned and looked at him before managing to get up and go to the room`s table where her phone was. She answered it. “Allo. Mrs. Dubila on the phone.” Feeling very weak from the sleep effect. The caller went forth to speak. “It`s the hospital Ma`am. And we would like to confirm again if you`re truly the one.” Upon hearing that, she got frighten as if the worst had just happened, “Yes, please, I am the one.” Her desire to know more instantaneously grew. As he continues, “Please go ahead and let me know what`s happening?” As fear took over her body. Franck hearing that the hospital was the one on th
It was pretty going quick. Franck cruised towards the direction of Mountain Hill hotel. He had nothing in his mind than to end this nonsense once and for all. He was bound to finish the job this evening. Even if he had to pay the heavy price which was death upon himself. Mountain Hill hotel was his last bus stop and he knew it. There was no room for errors at this stage of the things. He had already prepared himself psychologically. Only God could judge him on his actions. He was just an angry and frustrated father trying to put things to order in his life. Before the worst could befall his entire family from every angle. Mountain Hill hotel was made up of sparky lights decorated with Christmas-like display on the front yards; giving the hotel a technical seduction and scintillations. The reception was also a very important part for the hotel as a high gear protocol could be
Forty minutes after, they were in Brando`s house. They were precisely at the garage sector. Frank was tied on a chair. He hadn`t regained consciousness yet; lacking awareness and the capacity for sensory perception as if asleep or dead. Brando was standing and looking at him as his remaining and savior bodyguard was standing behind him. In a temper of waiting for the next order. Franck finally took to consciousness. He looked left and right, then quickly understood he has been taken captive. He was in the hands of Brando whom he had wanted to capture for facts finding. This was so bad for him. Brando stood still without saying a word, turned and looked at his bodyguard and made a sign with his right had. Showing he should go ahead. The latter went to where Franck was sitting; stretched his left hand and held Franck`s jacket with power and drew him closer to him. Then gave him a series of punches on the face. Leaving Franck to fall
It was a cruel and gloomy night. Franck left Madame Ugochi`s perimeter quickly he could. Cruising fast to the boogie corner of Makepeville. Big Tower lights, and most expensive nightclubs all were left behind by Emeka. Once again in his mind, he knew he had wasted human lives. Two people dead due to their greed. In the act of reaping from where they did not sow. Easy acquisition of money mindless who`s in front. In what might be termed as indiscriminate scamming. A raw face of the human wickedness. Indiscriminate scammers are the cruelest and most diabolic pranksters. People with no remorse. Who`re always on the run and lonely. The most heartless in the industry who won`t hesitate to begin their evilness. For them every creature is a potential prey, be it a neighbor, a friend, a tribe`s person, a relative, a fellow citizen or a foreigner, all of them are the same
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,
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
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
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