Writer's POV
Age 6.
There was this weird feeling, that she had inside of her. Because she knew something wasn't right. Thunder clapped loudly in the dark gloomy sky, like an enraged giant. And that was the moment a rain took it upon itself to pour. Hurtling down the trees and making the harsh cold wind to generate goose bumps on her every single pore.
She wanted to see her parents. She hadn't seen them for some time. The night had been a long long night. She was six, but she knew they traveled for some business trip. Leaving her behind with her baby sitter.
She didn't know what happened yesterday, she was dropped at home by her driver, and then she saw lots and lots of unknown faces in her parents house.
And then Grandma Felicia
Writer's POVAge 13."I trust you'll do well with the cooking."She shoke her head no, but her Grandma Felicia who was occupied looking for something inside her purse, did not look up to meet her eyes."Great. I have where I'm headed to. Don't let the boys walk around the house in their muddy sports shoes, when they return back from the field." Turning to Luke, the eldest boy at her side, she said. "Now come along young man, we don't have much time to kill."The boy scowled."There's some beef in the freezer, as well. So you won't spend much money." The old woman slapped some piece of naira notes into the girl's hand."But-" Mia's protest was interrupted by the slamming of the door shut.Sighing in defeat, she purposely slumped on the chair at her s
Writer's POVAge 19.Standford University, California, USA."Yo girl, your clothes look awful!" A blonde skinny girl like a Barbie doll, paused from gossiping and taking photos with her friends in front of her locker, then directed this statement to Mia. Accompanied with a mocking look."Yeah, right. I don't like your face, but I didn't tell you either." Mia turned around and raised her hands up, not giving a care about what they thought. She gave them a lopsided smirk and a nonchalant shrug when they glowered daggers at her. She began whistling, as she fisted her hands inside the pockets of masculine baggy jean pants, as she carried on walking, merging into the crowd of studen
Writer's POVGive It All To Me by Mavado ft Nicki Minaj blared from the speakers, as she made her way into the crowded frat house. There were numerous people inside the house, as she had expected.The smell of sweat, body odour and both cheap and expensive perfumes, radiated in the atmosphere. Making vomit climbed up to her throat.People where dancing and grinding on each other, few girls pressed to the walls with boys sucking their faces. While someone were getting their busts fondled at some corner. Just as she had expected.On the dance floor, one boy with sweat damped clothes, was bent over the floor, and a girl was untop of him, dancing like she was riding a horse.While two girls were
Writer's POVAge 24."I can see you studied English at Standford University, California." The man said, with his eyes swaying sideways as they accessed the CV he was holding up to his face.Beaming widely, Mia nodded. "Yes, I just came back a month ago." She provided."Why didn't you stay and look for a better job there? Here in Nigeria, reporters don't earn that much. And it's quite risky out there." He raised his head up, just to frown at her.Mia narrowed her eyes at him, with her smile completely gone. "I have my reasons why I came back. So there's no point to make a fuss about this." She squeezed the arms of
MiaMy eyes that felt heavy, lazily fluttered open. And the first thing they were welcomed with, was blurriness.Everything was hazy. But I could make out a human figure in black, close to me.Deja vu was what I would call it because when the blurriness finally waned, the first thing I saw was Alex staring down at me. With a look that I had never seen on his face before.I tried to swallow, but I couldn't.My head was banging from a migraine, and my throat which felt dry, was filled with sores. Because it was itching and hurting me.Alex.Why was he always watching me while I was asleep? It was a habit of him that I couldn't co
AlexRelief flooded through me when she finally flickered her eyes opened, and they landed directly on mine.Oh. Thank God. I muttered under my breath. Glad she was awake.She was staring at me like she was confused, and she had no idea of where she was. Her big wide eyes, had uncertainty in them.I wouldn't blame her though. The drugs those mother fuckers had used on her, were still in her body system. And I discerned that they were highly stimulating to her senses. Making the hospital seem strange to her.Plus the way she looked at that moment, made my breath got caught up in my throat. There had been no woman who had looked as captivating as she was right now.She looked magnificent, with
MiaWe arrived at Alex's sister's house which was located at Banana Island. A place which spoke of wealth and blood. As a reporter I had been there a couple of times.My first time being there was when Nick Richardson, commissioner of Education was hosting a Charity Event. The Governor,his deputy, house of representatives members, senators and other well recognized men in the state, also attended the Charity Event.FlashbackThere were scads of reporters who also attended. And among them, was me. As usual, clad in my ill fitting clothes, making people ponder if I was a reporter or not. When one of the security guard approached me while I was taking shots of the governor and senators, I slipped o
MiaAlex horned and it interrupted me from my mind traveling down that fucking memory lane. It seemed like I had zoned out throughout the drive on the streets, inside Banana island. Until we got to his sister's house.The gate was flung opened by a security guard. When I caught sight of him, I remembered the one Tunde Ibrahim's men killed at Alex's house.I took a hard dry gulp, feeling guilty. Because the man was killed because of me. I could never stop blaming myself over his death. Having been I wasn't at Alex's house, he would still be alive by now.He perhaps had a family somewhere.T he sting of sadness stung me deeply, because I felt like I was the one
MiaI was alive, and it was a miracle. Because I had completely given up the ghost, and had woken up, right when I was taken to the morgue.I had survived death twice.After six painful months of getting treated in Indian, I was put on a wheelchair. And the doctor said it could take a year or two, before I could start walking again. Because Tunde Ibrahim had completely broken my legsThe fact that Bolu had taken a bullet for me, and had died, made my respect grew for her. She had exchanged her life for mine. And it was something I would forever remain grateful for. Though I still lived witj guilt, because everything she had suffered before death, was because of me. Was even pregnant for Alex. And had risked her and her baby's life, for mine.Something which always made me cry, inspite of me being in a terrible state.Alex didn't cry out. But it I kne
CharlesThe fact that Bolu was dead was still too hard to comprehend.It had been three weeks after her funeral, and it felt like it was just yesterday. I had cried so much, because I loved her with everything inside of me.She was buried on a cold Friday evening, with her parents and relative crying non-stopingly.Alex didn't join anyone. He had stood and watched from a distance, dressed in all black. Tearing up himself, that I couldn't even hate him anymore.He had cared for Bolu in his own way. And the fact that she had died with his baby, was taking a turmoil on him.I had loss Bolu, but the fact that we were all safe, made me not to feel completely lost.Bolu's death was something that really affected Ruby, that she chose to stay mute and refused anyone coming close to her. She deprived herself off food, personal hygiene, and cried he
AlexAn old woman, and a boy who could barely move his limbs came and held Mia as they wept. At this, I knew it was her grandmother and her cousin brother.My brain couldn't properly align that she was gone.I was still hugging her body to myself, as I wept, until I heard "Bolu."Instantly I snapped my head back, and saw one of the cops rushing to the lady who was on the floor. It was the same lady who had taken the gunshot for Mia.I stared at the lady closely, until I saw that it was Bolu.Taking my mask off, I left Mia in the arms of her grandmother, as I quickly walked up to where she was laying on the floor, in the pool of her own blood.The cop and a little girl was crying so hard, as they held her.And I squated and took one good look at her. Wondering why she was there in the first place. And why she had taken the
AlexWith my eyes, I searched for Mia, but I couldn't see her. It was other people who where tied with ropes, and had rags in their mouths.Tunde Ibrahim who had sustained a bullet on his leg, was on the floor. And he had a gun pointed at a female who was decorated in bruises, and had her clothes coated in blood.I looked closely, and saw that it was Mia.My heart moved to my throat at this, and I felt weak right at that instant.Mia looked half as dead, and I could tell that I stopped breathing.Just as Tunde Ibrahim pulled the trigger, I saw a lady from nowhere diving in to shield Mia away from the bullet.And when the bullet got through her neck, and she slumped heavily on the floor.This happened within the space of two seconds, and I shot Tunde Ibrahim on both hands. Before I rushed in to Mia.She was
AlexThe two cops accompanied me down to the basement, after adding more bullets to their guns.I could recall how Kate had told me, one of them; the tall fair one to be precise. Had saved them, when Tunde Ibrahim had sent a bomb.I knew if I hadn't shot the man who intended shooting him, he would have been as dead. Because he was out of bullets at that time.Him and his colleague had stared at me wide eyed, after I had shot and killed the other Tunde Ibrahim's man, who had wanted to kill the colleague.On getting to the basement, I kicked the door opened with my feet, and gunshots where behind fired at me. But for the fact that I was clad in a bullet proof all through, made no bullet to penetrate into my body.Taking steps backwards, I shot at these men, with the cops at my behind, assisting me.The more we moved backwards, the more they
CharlesMax and I exchanged gunshots with some of Tunde Ibrahim's men. It was really easy, because I was quite scared I was going to be shot dead. Even Max had fear evident in his face. We had our backs against eachother as we hid and shot at these men.It was one of the most difficult situation I had ever been thrown in, because we were surrounded by these men who where shooting at us from different angles. But God was still guiding us.The fact that Tunde Ibrahim had my mom and daughter, was worth panicking. I had no idea what he had done to them. If they were still alive or not.Max and I had killed most of Tunde Ibrahim's men, and it looked like two where still remaining, and hiding at some corner so they could shoot us.Just then, one of Tunde Ibrahim's men jumped out from his hidden place and aimed his gun at me.I tried to shoot at him, but then I r
BoluIt looked like something was on going outside, that most of Tunde Ibrahim's men started running out.Gunshots and screams could be heard.And on seeing how Tunde Ibrahim and the remaining of his men were rendering hefty blows and kicks on Mia, was making me sick.There was a pool of blood on the floor, and Mia's face looked swollenly covered in blood.Guilt stung me deeply, that the pace of my breathing became fast and uneasy. Because it was partially because of me that she was in this condition.I had been blinded by hate and jealousy, to see that Mia was innocent. I knew Alex, he wouldn't fall for a despicable person. He had fallen in love with her for his own reasons.Something I was too angry and jealous to notice.And now, she was thrown into this situation because of me.Like a beast, Tunde Ibra
CharlesThroughout the drive to Tunde Ibrahim's house, Max and I were panicking, to the extent that Max even wet his pants.I was trying so hard to keep my emotions in check, and it really wasn't easy.Tunde Ibrahim had my daughter and my mom, and I didn't even know if they were dead or alive. But I chose to believe that they were alive.Meanwhile, Max had lost all hopes.He broke into tears like a baby, and despite that I was in an anxious state, I still managed to talk to him. That everything was going to be fine, and we'd have our families safely. But Max still refused to believe me. His facial expression was like his world was crumpled, and there was no hope of restoring it.Even me too was scared, because Tunde Ibrahim had my daughter and my mother, but I still managed to stay strong. Because if I acted weak, then it meant I was willing to accept the
AlexOn getting in front of Tunde Ibrahim's house, I made sure I took hold of my bulletproof mask. My whole body was clad in bulletproof, before I wore my clothes.I wore a face cap, so it would be hard to recognize me.Then I banged loudly on the gate, and when I heard a masculine voice demanding who I was, I told him I was the pizza delivery guy.The peephole of the gate was flung opened, and a white milky eye stared at me, and the pizza I was holding in a suspicious manner.Before closing the peephole back. Then my ears kicked in the dangling sounds of heavy keys, which read that the gate was being unlocked.Blowing out a big puff off breath, then waited.The gate was finally jerked opened, and I stepped in.Right there an then, I saw an heavy raccoon of a man, with other shirtless guys who had bullets as necklace, and guns in thei