Melbourne, 2022
Five blocks from a half-filled supermarket, an Australian man approached a convenient store with his hands tucked inside his pockets. He fought hard to focus his thoughts, but the situation was too bizarre to grasp rationally. He knew what he had to do and he had thought about it several times without having a slightest idea of how he was going to feel after it had been done. But it had to be done. Five hours ago he had been sound asleep in his hotel when he had gotten a rebellious order to murder a man he had long served. Now he was a few feet away from the man he was going to kill.
Dev!
He looked at him closely. Dev was focused straight ahead, talking to the owner of the store about an abnormal rise in price. There was an unusual strength in his voice as he spoke to the owner—that of an independent and determined man who had deep respect for death.
Time passed slowly.
The Australian man fingers wrapped around his gun with th
Pennsylvania, 2022Clark pointed to the multi-coloured book in the shelf with his lips tightly pressed together. "That is the book about James Blackwheel," he said.Maria looked at it. "What did he do in it?""A lot of bad stuffs," Clark replied. "There is information about a murder he did not commit though. I have looked into it several times and still, I can't understand why he was framed."Maria's eyes filled with foreboding. "As far as I am concerned, James Blackwheel was trouble. All he did was bring trouble to the people who lived around him. He should have been killed a long time ago.""He should have been killed indeed!" Clark repeated. "But it is almost impossible to kill someone who can't die. James Blackwheel is immortal. Don't you know!""I do!" Maria lowered her head down. "What fascinates me the most is how we are connected. The dates don’t match up in my head and I don't even know who is Nwakaego. Having a Nigerian ancestor is almost unthin
Athens, 2022Dear James Blackwheel,It is me. The seeker of the truth. One of the few members of the 'Priory of Göteborg' that still exists. I wrote this letter to inform you that Dev is dead and no longer exists. I sent a trusted Australian man to finish him up and good news has been sent to me. I understand Maria Blackwheel is family to you. But you need to understand that we have to do anything it takes just to get the necklace from her. We have been watching her for a while now and she appears lost because she doesn't know what is going on around her. She doesn't know she possess one of the greatest piece of art on her neck. I hope you are well. It has been a while since we last spoke physically. Please, come to Athens with Marcus. We are awaiting your arrival.Your trusted companion,Henry.
Lagos, 2022It has almost been two complete years since Ifenna last saw Maria Blackwheel and all he could feel about that incident was nothing because it was brief. It was quick and unsteady like a boat lost in the Pacific Ocean. As far as he could recall, Maria had told him that Uju's body was found dead somewhere and she didn't die alone but with a close friend of hers who was named Abby. Maria was not smiling when she spoke about death because she knew how important Uju was to both of them. She knew how her life had influenced their lives.As Ifenna sat in his new well-furnished apartment in Lagos, he realized that he should have spoken more to Maria than he had said during his last visit. Even though he had stayed a week in Pennsylvania, brooding about Uju's early death and the undeniable fact that there was no local Nigerian food around for him to eat, he still felt empty. He still felt lost. Not lost like a boy who had wandered alone in a forest filled wi
Lagos, 2016About six years ago, before Ifenna met Kelvin, he was involved in a platonic love situation with a Swedish woman who thought he was a scam. Even though he had mentioned the incident once to Ifenna during an absurd conversation, it wasn't justified until Ifenna had the opportunity to read all the mails he had exchanged with the Swedish woman.KELVIN :Hey! Hey again! So, I noticed you blocked me after I made that post on Facebook. I have been looking for words to describe your actions but I have found none. I know you must have told some of your friends that you successfully blocked the African guy who would have probably been a threat to your monetary value. I understand! It is common for humans to always seek ways to protect themselves from danger and if I am considered dangerous because of my background or because of statements I have made about coming to Sweden or migrating, I understand!I unfriended your best friend because I felt it was bes
Lagos, 2022Ifenna twisted his wristwatch clockwise as he tried to check the time.1 PM!He frowned as Kelvin encouraged him to be more patient. Then, he looked down to the end of the street. It was far. "You think there is another road to this place?"Kelvin doubted it. He had been to the place they were going to a few times and every time he went, he followed the road they were following. If there was another road that led to a small social club made up of expatriates, he would have known.Ifenna was already on the move when he called him back and asked if he had remembered to bring along his entry fee worth five hundred naira. A small token designed to encourage the founders of the small social club."I brought it," Ifenna said. "Is it not five hundred naira?"Kelvin nodded.Ifenna placed his hand on his shirt pocket and brought the money out to prove to Kelvin that he was not lying. Kelvin felt pleased. He didn't want them to r
Athens, 2022Dear James Blackwheel,It is me. Another seeker of the truth. Another one of the few members of the 'Priory of Göteborg' that still exists. Henry told me he wrote a letter to you. I am writing this letter to remind you about what Henry said. I know it has been hard for you for some time now. I know you are trying hard to believe in yourself even though you don't want to believe in yourself. I know how hard it is even though I can't explain how hard it is. I want you to know that you can live your life without thinking too much about your past. When you are ready to talk, send me a letter.Your foreign companion,Black.
Bogota, 2022Two weeks had passed since an Australian man raised his gun, pointed at Dev and shoot in his direction. An unexpected connection had occured, and then an event someone would easily describe as a placid fictitious lie had swept throughout the mind of Dev as he fell.The place Blackwheel stood in was Bogota. The capital of one of the finest countries in South America. And the heat of the sun was high enough for him to lower his eyes as he tried to see the Australian man who had been sent to kill Dev. It was an unusual afternoon where he had to wake up early with the help of a Colombian lad who had been assigned to serve as a guide for him.The Colombian lad was fair. His skin was a shinning white as he stood in the sun and watched as Blackwheel lower his gun and pointed at the Australian man. He knew what Blackwheel had in mind to do to the Australian man who had killed Dev, and he was aware of the danger that he was going to expose them to but he was
Munich, 2022The building was quiet after the official anthem belonging to the 'Priory of Göteborg' had been sang. The thick stone walls blocking out all hints of the outside world was also quiet as the members stared at each other. Henry stared at Black. Black stared back at him. They both stared at their new leader, Coast who was holding a staff and pointing towards the ceiling."Blackwheel has betrayed the brotherhood," Coast said, pointing his staff towards the ground. "He has killed the Australian man that was sent to kill Dev. He has to pay for his sins and he has to pay before the end of this month. Do you all agree?"They all shouted."Yes!"