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!"
Blackwheel got the message about the plans of the 'Priory of Göteborg' that had to do with him some days after the official meeting had been held in Munich. He got the message when he came out from the bathroom in the afternoon only to see another Colombian lad standing in front of him with his hands glued to a phone. He was furious as he stared at the lad who he had assigned to receive messages for him."I have a message for you, sir," the Colombian lad had said. "It is in this phone. The sender said I should tell you that he is fine and that he is waiting for your return. Reply as soon as possible, sir. He is earnestly waiting."
Pennsylvania, 2022A wonderful time to forget the past and start thinking of moving forward, Clark thought as he tried to concentrate on Maria who was staring at a wall painted white with her hands around her body. Reluctantly, he reached over her shoulder and dropped his hand there. It was a short moment of affection that she felt strongly."I have to go and find a way to ease my soul," Clark said. "Since we have been doing our research about James Blackwheel, I haven't been able to understand what kind of werewolf he is! He is both slightly confusing and entertaining. I can no longer continue wasting my time over a man who is difficult to understand. I have to accept that Micheal is dead and gone. He is the major reason why I have been so dedicated in getting to the root of everything. . ."Silence.After a moment, Maria moved away and grabbed a picture of Uju and Abby. Clark looked away too and stared at his friend, Dark who had offered to dr
Lagos, 2016MACRADONA :So, it has been a month now and I have missed you. I just want to say I am sorry if I have made you feel somehow. Deep down, I have always wished I asked why you felt we didn't satisfy each other's needs. I know it is too late now and I sincerely wished things were different. Even if this might take you a long time before you see this mail, I want you to know that I think about you everyday, and that I care about you and wish you were still taking care of my emotional needs. I am not going to write the short story I told you about again because I feel less motivated to write. I mean, I tried to write and create something beautiful but it is impossible to create something beautiful when you can't stop thinking about something! Everything about me right now just feels empty. I am done with thinking about the flowers close to the road so I sent you some pictures of them. And I just felt that as you have decided to cut me out of your life