Igboland, 1810
When Blackwheel opened his eyes, he saw a tall woman standing close to the window across the room. Then, he shut his eyes as soon as he had opened it because he felt weak. His bones felt weak from the fall he had taken when he fainted on the path between two intersecting paths.
Again, Blackwheel attempted to move. He wanted to stand up but his little efforts were stopped by two warm hands firmly placed on his stomach.
"You need to rest," Adanna's calm voice filled his ears.
"Who are you?" Blackwheel asked, feeling a little bit dizzy. His eyes were almost swollen from the fall but he was able to see properly without external help.
"I am someone who just wants to help," Adanna replied.
"I know who you are," Blackwheel said, breathing heavily. "I have heard the sound of your voice from somewhere. You are a liar!"
"Please get some sleep," Adanna's calm voice filled the air. "I need to go to the village square to atten
Igboland, 1810Chief Obinze glared at the village town crier standing outside the back door of his large hut. The town crier glared back in a way that made him to be aware of their failure, his darkened smile supporting the peculiar ominous silent air accompanied with the absence of a chief priest."No news about the killer of the hunter?" Chief Obinze asked.The town crier shook his head."So, the meeting was all in vain?" Chief Obinze continued, biting his lips."We will find the murderer very soon," the town crier assured him. "Just give us a little bit of time and we will find him.""You better do," came an angry stare.
Igboland, 1810Blackwheel looked up as Arinze entered the hut with a necklace. The necklace was shinning. Its appearance, glowing."I was about to tell you the moment you stepped inside my hut, Blackwheel. But, I wanted to be sure of the kind of man I was dealing with," Arinze said."So, you don't trust me?" Blackwheel asked."Of course, I don't trust any man. The words of a man are as good as his actions."Blackwheel sighed and attempted to touch the necklace. Arinze withdrew and wore it on his neck."What are you trying to do?" Blackwheel asked."Doing what is right!" Arinze replied, laughing. "There is something about you that is strange."Blackwheel looked totally lost. “You are not going to trust me again? I thought we had an agreement.""Agreement?" Arinze chuckled. "We are yet to have an agreement.""What do you mean by that?"Arinze kept quiet and folded his hands, pacing around the room. "Nwa
Munich, 2014"Who painted a picture of Blackwheel and a black woman in a period where civilization was yet to come to the West African country, Nigeria?" Clark asked as he took a file from the dining table and gave it to Michael. They were staring at documents with a list of all the people that Prisha's husband had driven from the airport."My husband didn't tell me who painted a picture of Blackwheel and a black woman together," Prisha replied, shakily. She was the wife of the driver who had driven Michael and Clark from an airport in Munich and also the one who made a distress call to them, asking for their help."Where is your husband now?" Michael asked."I don't know for now," Prisha replied. "He just left without saying anything to me. Then, later on, I received a call from an unknown man saying that he is in trouble."Clark sighed. He was able to see in her eyes, a profound fear of waiting
Munich, 2014Savannah was sweating profusely now after vomiting three times in a row. Not only was the dead body of the boy who appeared to be around ten years old disgusting, it was also starting to make her feel like she had fallen inside a pool in an awkward position, taking in all the water as if she was getting involved in a drinking spree. But who would kill a young boy in such brutal manner and dump him there? She thought. They had spent about ten minutes in the place that the address that Prisha had written down indicated was a home for all lovers of strippers and naked women who offered sex, and were yet to see a living soul come out from the unpainted building close to them where loud music was arising from. In the drowning absence of Micheal's warning voice, the initial whispers of his confusion as he accused them of refusing to listen to him, she turned to outspoken anxiety as she felt the feeling of being betray
Munich, 2014"There have been standing outside for almost an hour now, saying nothing and doing nothing," David said, pacing a room on the top floor that was completely dark. He was Festus' friend. The one who made a call to Clark, Michael and Savannah, with the intention of seeking their help."Even if they stay longer in their car, we are still going to wait. We are still going to watch them and see if they are going to do anything stupid," Festus replied. "Our mission is of great importance and we can't do anything to mess it up. Keep that piece of information in your thick skull.""Watching three people see a dead body, sit in their car and act as if the boy didn't die is not an information that I am willing to keep in my head for a long time. You are not even my creator to say what goes on in my head and what comes out from it.""So, you believe in a creator?" Festus asked, laughing."Who is to say that one doesn't exists?" David looked draine
Munich, 2014Clark and Savannah sat alone in the car, thinking. And although they knew that they had wasted a lot of time sitting in the car, none of them was willing to make a move, none of them was willing to open the car door and tell Michael that their wait was over and they had the full right to take a quick look inside the building and cause whatever panic they had created in their minds.Outside the car, was a desperate face worn by Clark's partner and co-worker, Michael. Unlike his partner's work which involved sitting in the car with Savannah, his assignment was simple. Insultingly simple because of how he had been told and why he had been told. He had to stand outside and wait for ten minutes or more to pass, wait for an inner voice within his friends to grant him permission for a safe action."Fuck all of this!" Michael cursed as he drew closer to the car to knock at the window for the third time in one night.Clark couldn’t believe that
Munich, 2014Festus looked troubled as he approached the window on the top floor for the fifth time in a row and still saw Michael, Clark and Savannah, comfortably seated in the car, not making an attempt to advance towards the building."Why are they still in their car?" He asked David who was beside him, still staring at the car."I have no idea what they are waiting for," David replied."Do you feel they have discovered the dead body already? It appears they have gotten hold of something that we don't know.""In relation to the body, they did disover it some minutes ago when they first arrived and they didn't act as if they had seen a dead body. They just remained calm and started waiting for someone to show up from the building.""That was before we sent that old man to leave the building so they could know that people actually do live inside here.""Exactly," David said, feeling glad that he was helpful to the cause of the
Munich, 2014Inside the car, heart racing fast, Clark told Savannah to start the car engine as he recited the words of Carlos. He checked his watch and then returned his gaze to Michael. "We got to find Carlos now before it is too late," he said. "He can help us out."Michael agreed.When they reached the address that Carlos had given to them, Clark lifted his eyes and stepped out of the car."This is the time we find out what is going on," Savannah said as she locked the car properly."So, do we have a plan yet?" Michael asked."Not yet," Clark replied. "We will figure out one soon enough.""Why don't we come together and figure out a plan before it is too late?" Michael asked."It is never too late to figure out a brilliant plan. All we need to do is to confirm if we have the right address and if we are in the right place.""Of course, we have the right address! How can you say we don't have the right address when you