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Lenin arrived at the National broadcasting studio on time; he wasn’t dressed in his usual flashy style but wore a rather conservative style, his choice of colour, a dull grey which amplified the gloomy, depressed persona he was trying to depict to perfection. At first glance, anyone would mistake him for Chris if he didn’t have the gloomy aura around him.“Mr Walter, it is a pleasure to meet you.” the reporter smiled amiably as he welcomed Lenin into the studio.“I wish it was under better circumstances.” Lenin replied dryly trying to bring a smile on his face and failing miserably.“Things will get better… you have to believe.” the reporter had a smile as he comforted but if one looked clearly, they would realize that the smile didn’t reach his eyes nor was it anything more than a professional front.“Yes… Hope is what keeps us moving forward…. keeps us going even when everything around us is screaming to give up…” Lenin sighed with a miserable look in his eyes before shaking his head
“It isn’t a secret.” Lenin shrugged as he let out a shallow laugh “My surname is a big giveaway although my father has refused to acknowledge me or my mother.”Lenin leaned forward and sat with his face buried in his hands, his fingers bunching the neatly combed strands of his hair. Pin drop silence reigned in the studio as Lenin worked up his courage. He slowly raised his head, his eyes unwavering as he spoke, word by word “My father is Adam Walter.”“Aha…..” Gasps arose from the audience; their shell-shocked faces were testament to Adam’s image in the community. They broke out into a flurry of conversation after they recovered from the shock of the explosive news that they just received.“Now… now….” Craig called the attention of the audience back to him “I know this is huge… but we only have another 30 mins…” He tapped his watch jokingly “and I am sure we want to hear more from his young gentleman.”“If you don’t mind me asking, how old are you Mr Walter?” Craig continued once the c
“You have suffered…” Craig broke the pin drop silence that was created as a result of everyone in the studio sinking into the sadness that Lenin’s words unleashed.“Before we move on to trying to reach out to your debtor for answers, I am going to open the floor for the Q & A session, but I would like to ask you if you are comfortable with going ahead.” Craig looked at Lenin in concern; Lenin was sitting hunched up with his head buried in his hands.Lenin raised his head after about 5 mins with a tensed smile “Apologies… I lost my composure… but it is hard to re-live your nightmare even though the verbal detail is only glossing past…” Lenin shrugged “sketchy to say the least.”“No offense taken.” Craig waved his hand in good nature “There is no need to apologize. This is why I asked you if you want to take a break? We can re-convene in a few minutes.”“No need. I can continue.” Lenin nodded stiffly.“The floor is open for questions.” Craig turned to the audience with his signature smil
“Now how many of you consider the sister of your best friend as a childhood sweetheart?”Almost everyone of them put their hands down.“Have you not been around your friend’s sister? Have you not played with her?”“We have” the people who put their hands up previously responded in unison.“Then, how is it fair that you, who had your friend’s sister around you and played with her when you were growing up not be considered childhood sweethearts while my father who is also guilty of the same crime, have to be forced into accepting his best friend’s sister as his childhood sweetheart?” Mark narrowed his eyes as he looked at the audience.No one dared to refute but Lenin couldn’t sit still. He jumped up in his chair as he pointed his finger at Mark and cursed “Big brother, don’t go too far. You can wriggle your way out of most things by your twisted logic but today…. You picked the wrong topic.”“All my brothers are around me …. I don’t have any other brothers.” Mark spoke sharply as he dir
Lenin had no idea how he left the studio. He walked through the streets like a lost soul; whether it was his mental state or his physical appearance, which one was more pathetic was debatable. As he walked through the streets, anyone who saw him would take 10 steps away from him. Eggs and rotten tomatoes covered his body giving off a pungent smell; to add to the graphic details was the juices from the smashed eggs and rotten tomatoes that were smashed on his head were running down his face. He didn’t even bother to wipe them off even though they were blurring his vision. He just kept walking, aimlessly through the streets that he once travelled like a king!There was no need to say that Lenin was finished. But what was worth noting was what he did once calmed down. He checked into a hotel and cleaned up before boarding a flight to his uncle’s hometown. He didn’t stop anywhere, nor did he take any detours. He went straight to the sanitorium where his uncle was admitted.“Son, you’re bac
Chris was enjoying a rare quiet moment with his wife and kids when Night Wing announced his presence with a cough.Chris raised his head to acknowledge Night Wing’s presence and raised his eyebrows enquiring.“Boss, about Lenin.” Night Wing hinted and stopped, waiting for Chris’s instructions. Chris gestured with his hand to continue. He had no secrets from his wife and his kids needed to be trained; they were not green house flowers, he hoped for them to be stronger than him.“Boss, he boarded the flight and went straight to Hugo’s place.” Night Wing pursed his lips pulling them lopsidedly “We also had a report that Hugo was found dead in his room with his throat slit.”“What else did you expect?” Chris shook his head “This is very much in alignment with his character. He holds a grudge for the smallest of unintentional grievance, how could he let go of Hugo who not only groomed him to be the way he is but also tricked him for his entire life and also robbed him of his true identity a
“Daddy’s got double standards.” Emm pouted as she folded her arms across her chest. Chris Jnr too nodded his head in agreement and explained looking at the clueless face of both his parents “Daddy said that a man should have principles that he should live by, but every time mommy throws a tantrum, daddy seems to forget that he is a man.”“Puchi….” Emile burst out giggling… she couldn’t hold it in… their kids were too cute.“How is this double standard?” Chris shrugged as he opened his palms upward in a matter-of-fact gesture.“When we ask daddy to break his principles and not punish us, he never succumbs but mommy doesn’t even need to ask, she only needs to look, and daddy back peddles faster than a super-fast jet.” Both Chris Jnr and Emm spoke in unison as though they have had this conversation a million times in their head.“Puchi….” Emile bend over laughing clutching her tummy; looks like their little ones had a huge grievance. They even completed a long sentence in unison without e
It didn’t take Chris long to cover thousands of miles as he arrived at his master’s island. He stood on the tallest treetop as he observed the island. There was nothing out of the ordinary, but he knew Night Mage’s ability. If he noted fluctuations in energy, then there was someone or something that intruded without permission… but who and why couldn’t he sense them?There was only one answer for why he couldn’t sense them, but he didn’t want that answer to be correct. How could he still protect his master’s abode?He remembered that his master had told him that the only time they wouldn’t be able to see through the other parties’ movements and cultivation is when they are levels above them.Even if he didn’t have the confidence to win, he couldn’t sit waiting for his master’s haven to be destroyed; he decided to take a closer look and edged closer.‘SHISH…” an arrow cut through the air and struck an inch away from his ear; Chris froze, he didn’t even sense the arrow till it was too la