บททั้งหมดของ Travails of Oluwole: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Sam woke up the following morning with a nagging headache. He was surprised to see that the T.V was still on and that he had slept off while watching cartoons. He thought of starting the day with some few episodes but the rash headache seemed to disagree with him and denied him the opportunity. He forced himself to get out of bed in order search and to get a remedy. With his head dizzy, he attempted to look at the wall clock behind his bed. From the quick glance he was able to capture, it read 7:01pm. He got out of his room in a bid to go downstairs. Carefully, he made his way down the stairs. Looking through the demarcating centralized space of the living room and the kitchen, he could get a very good view of all the various angles of the warehouse. From the view, he could see the house to be more of a hotel than a warehouse. He was not aware that the place he was living in was a warehouse for hard-drugs. He was just in the belief that he lived in a regular house that contained nor

 As he watched the cartoon series, Sam could feel something in his heart. There was a feeling that was pointing out to him that all was not right. He was greatly disturbed by it. It was almost as if someone was trying to talk to him in his heart.  He could hear a voice speak but could not understand what it was saying. He was ignorant of what it was pinned on. Yet he was pinned on ignoring it. He was really into the cartoon channel, enjoying every scene and every show. Before all this, Kate never allowed him to watch any cartoons when his dad wasnt around and that was basically a lot of times. When he was not at school or doing his homework, she made him do house chores over and over again to her satisfaction. So it was normal for him to have a certain craving for cartoons at his age even though he didnt know it.  He got so caught up in the show that he ended up flushing both the feeling that was o

Switching to his right, Sam noticed another room door at the extreme end of the corridor.  He wiped his eyes with the aid of his hand thinking that he was now delusional. With the directions given to him by a maid, he was sure that his dads room was the last place that he had not checked on in the house.  Sam was curious as to know what was behind it. He was so bent on finding out what was inside. He walked up to the door and with his palm barely on the door knob shouted his name. She had been watching him for a while now following him from behind since the moment he entered that floor. He stood at the opposite side of the corridor.  He turned and looked towards her direction.  He could see her lips move and hear her call for him. He so badly wanted to ignore her voice so he could open the door and head into the room. When his ears told him that she mentioned the presence of his f

Felicia dropped off Sam's previous night wear at the laundry room and went back to Sam's room to prepare the connection for the video chat. She was able to get the TV online so as to get the video chat spring up at a much wider scale. Charles called her right on schedule, 8am sharp. By that time, Sam was just getting out from the bathing room. He had a towel hugged and tied around his small waist and his previous underwear folded neatly on his left hand.“Daddy!!!” he exclaimed when he saw a man looking like Charles on his TV screen. The underwear that he had been holding on to fell to ground. Sam was able to quickly recognize the man on his TV screen to have the same facial image and likeness with the man in the photographs that he received from Felicia In reference to his father. The man he had waited so anxiously to meet. Although it was not the physical appearance he was expecting and hoping for but it was something. "Hi son." he said as they saw him waving his plastered left pa

“Le PV22 a parfaitement fonctionné sur lui. Il a été absent pendant si longtemps qu'il était inutile d'essayer de le faire revenir à la réalité. Ouais patron, il n'y a pas d'autres effets secondaires. Je suis certain que tondre à droite tout ce qu'il voit devant ces yeux est pire que la vision d'une mouche Tout ce qu'il peut voir, c'est des tons noirs et blancs flous.” (The PV22 worked out perfectly on him. He was out for so long that it was pointless trying to make him come back to reality… Yeah boss, there are no other side effects from it. I am certain that right mow all he sees before those eyes are worse than the vision of a fly. All he can see is blurry Black and white tones…) The figure carried the phone call out of the room where Sam was held captive. Sam heard the entire call but could not make out on a word they were saying. It was from what he heard someone say that he was not blindfolded.But why can I not see anything. Everything just seems blurred in grey, he thought in