Missed out on part 1? Here you go! —–> PART 1
Meanwhile inside the café, BOLANLE was being handed a ticket by her boss. Her hands shook as she took the ticket from him, along with the package she was supposed to deliver. He apologized for the short notice but it was urgent and she was the only one who was available to go. She’d go and come back later in the evening. Extra money for lunch transport and tospie for her pocket. No biggie. She stared at him wide eyed! Afraid to say no or do any other thing but nod her head. She really did not have a choice in the matter. She had started shaking before he got back to his office. Fact was, Bolanle was terrified of flying. She could totally handle seeing the big white planes across the windows of the terminal, but to actually be in one! ONE. She had never been able to comprehend how the heavy piece of metal was able to lift off and fly. It just never made sense to her TWO. She had heard of several instances of planes crashing and the likes. THREE. She had witnessed a near runway accident. FOUR. She had sworn, in ignorance but she cared not, that she’d never fly. FIVE. She was going to fly that day. She felt faint and excused herself to use the restroom. ========================================================================= YINKA sat very still, totally dumbfounded… totally embarrassed… totally totaled! He cut the phone and just stared. The lounge got a bit busier as calls for two flights were made and passengers scrambled to get in line, happy to be relieved of their long wait. In the midst of the scramble, CASSANDRA couldn’t stop gloating at the dude. This showboat of a few seconds ago looks truly miserable, ha! He meekly looked up at her …the delightful grin on her face added to his grief. If he could, he’d slap the lipstick off her lips. Twice!!! And then stuff the phone down her throat for good measure. Okay Yinka, calm down. Ignore the lipstick. He looked at his phone again… back to the issue at hand. WHAT IN THE WORLD??? Beside him, the lady was answering a call… “…babe, you won’t believe the ringback tune I just heard! Freaking awesome! Hahahaha…” =============================================================================== ALHAJI was relieved when he finally got into the lounge. The flight delay had been his saving grace as he could not even imagine the consequences of missing the flight! His stomach rumbled! That’s true, I have to do something about this hunger. He stood up and made his way to the café. ================================================================================== Bolanle washed her face and calmed down enough to come out and continue working, at least till the time of the flight. She came out and saw a short dark skinned pot bellied man dressed in a kaftan and cap walking towards her. She forced a smile. See as this wan dey sweat anyha. “Welcome sir. Please can I take your order?” He dropped a small bag he carried on the counter and then asked. “What do you have?” The smile on her face faded and she looked at him for a full three seconds before pointing at the display above her where all they had and the prices were clearly listed. E com blind ontop the sweat, nawa! He looked up and after a few seconds of looking, began to mumble to himself at how expensive everything was. She pretended like she didn’t hear. “Sir?” “Yes, what is it?” What is it? “Your order sir.” “I’m still making up my mind. Why are these prices so high, ehn? See how much you’re charging for a plate of rice! Ehn! This is day light robbery, there’s no way I’m paying this much!” Ehn, ehn, ehn! So why you still dey stand dia nah? Commot dey go biko, I no get ya time plus I no dey mood join. “So you’re not buying anything sir?” “No I’m not. Not at these prices” “Ok sir, thank you. NESKT!” Alhaji just stared at her without moving. The man behind him reached out and started placing his order. “Hello, please I want chicken and…” “WHAT DO YOU MEAN? Can’t you see I’m still here! You want to jump the line?” “But I thought you said you weren’t….” “Come on keep quiet there. You young boys of nowadays are so disrespectful. You don’t…. “ He just went on and on. Bolanle stared at the scene with her mouth open, half in amusement, and half in irritation. This bros dey worry sha! “Erm, sir please…” “AND YOU TOO! You lack courtesy. Is this how you treat all your customers? No respect!” Ehn? Bola na u this guy dey follow talk anyha like this too sha! Sherrit, see my life in public o! She took a deep breath. Oya calm down. “Okay sir, sorry for any inconvenience.” Inconvenience? “What would you like to order?” Alhaji was about to launch into another round of verbal abuse when his stomach rumbled. Loudly. “Yeey. Ah, ehn okay. Please a plate of rice and chicken with a cold bottle of malt. Please add plantain too.” Shakara don finish. Mcheeeew! She served his food, collected the money and was happy to see him go. At last! NESKT!
YINKA hated travelling.
He was standing in front of two grumpy looking ladies who were checking-in his luggage and issuing him a ticket. Sometimes he wondered why they always looked so grumpy. Like the least they could do was paste a fake smile on their faces and maybe people will feel better about driving all the way through the bad roads and traffic that lead to Murtala Mohammed Airport, only to sweat some more and face attendants who looked like they were in a permanent state of Menstrual Pain.
Hmmm, “permanent state of menstrual pain”. He mumbled to himself as he typed the phrase into his I pad.
He liked to document random thoughts and ideas. These were the bedrock of many great stories and also what made him stand out in the midst of his fellow reporters.
Yes. A reporter who hated travelling.
He sighed as he typed that in too.
CASSANDRA was walking round the waiting lounge, looking in vain for a place to plug and charge her phone. Ironically she had carried out this search before, several times in fact. Maybe hoping that someday, someone will take pity on people like her and install some goddamn sockets. A girl can only dream right?
She eventually gave up and slumped on one of the metal chairs to wait for her flight
As expected, a young (and good) looking guy walked over and took the seat beside her. She smiled to herself. Okay, maybe she wasn’t really looking for a socket after all.
BOLANLE watched the young looking twenty-something ish years old lady parade up and down the lounge as she usually did most of the time she was travelling.
This wan no get job.
She worked in a small café in the lounge where travelers, weary from waiting for their repeatedly delayed flights, usually shuffled in for an overpriced bite and a drink. Several times, they do complain about the prices.
“Hey! Why is this thing so expensive? I can get it for ‘so-so and so’ outside”
“Sir I’m sorry, but that’s the price.” Na charity we dey run?
“Don’t ‘sorry’ me.”
She sort of liked her job. With the little education she had in life, she was content with what she had. Besides, she loved the drama that typically went on in the large waiting lounge. And of all her ‘actors’. Cassandra was one of her favourites.
“You’re very stupid! If I miss my flight, just know I’ll deduct it from your salary.”
ALHAJI MANSUR was very angry. Not only had the driver come late to the house, but he had also decided to take the longest route to the airport and now he was running really late for the flight.
“Sorry sah. I been think say here go free sah, na why…”
“Shut up and just get me there”, Alhaji fumed.
The driver kept going, not a tit bit worried about his salary. For all his rants and outbursts, he knew he was practically indispensable to Alhaji. And after seven years of working with him, he was used to his temper.
Alhaji eyed his driver from his perch at the back seat. He knew what the man was thinking right now. That he was indispensable and that for all his rants and threats, EVEN if he missed the flight, no one’s job or salary would really be at stake.
He sighed loudly… the driver was totally right.
When they finally got to the airport, the driver flew out of the vehicle and got his bag out from the car.
“Safe journey sir.” He smiled wryly.
Alhaji just nodded and hurried off to get his ticket.
As the driver watched him walk off, he smiled as he took out his phone and dialed a number.
“Baby he haf go! Yesso, full cruise, I dey come naow naow naow!”
With that he hung up and was gone in a flash.
Meanwhile Alhaji had a problem inside.
“Sir, we’ve closed the counter for this flight.”
“What do you mean? I still have about fifteen minutes before boarding.”
“Sir, boarding time is one hour before the flight. I’m sorry but the counter is closed.”
Alhaji looked at the young man squarely and was about to go into one of his legendary outbursts when over the speakers, a one hour delay was announced for his flight.
Alhaji held his tongue and briskly walked to the counter to get his ticket.
Back in the lounge, Yinka was trying not to be too upset about his delayed flight. He surfed through the web and made some notes while whiling away the time.
He couldn’t help but notice that the lady beside him kept staring at him and flicking her Brazilian hair from side to side. Okay, she WAS pretty and this dress she had on…
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he cleared his throat and leaned slightly towards her, like he was going to start a conversation. Quick as flash, the lady put up the ‘I’m-hot-and-about-to-play-hard-to-get’ look up on her face. He struggled to keep from laughing as he kept mute and instead, reached out for the newspaper by the side.
He smiled to himself. Hmm, that’s true. I should call my fiancé and let her know the flight was delayed.
At this time, she probably assumed that he was airborne and en-route already.
He speed-dialed her number and waited as the phone rang. With more mischief in his eyes, he decided to put on the speaker. Maybe all the love talk will chase Miss pretty girl away.
Cassandra had her arms folded and was fuming silently. What a jerk! She could swear that this guy was taunting her on purpose. She side eyed his phone and saw he was calling “BABY”… and he put it on speaker for that matter. Only the two of them were seated there so it HAD to be on purpose!
She was about to get up when the call went through. But instead of a cute “Hello, baby” he was probably expecting, they could both hear, clearly, very very clearly, the sound of people making out on the other end of the phone.
Yinka froze for a full eight seconds with his mouth wide open, trying to convince himself (and failing woefully) that this wasn’t Pate’s voice in the background.
When his reflexes finally remembered to kick in, he quickly ended the call.
Save for his dark complexion, he would have been totally red in the face.
Cassandra cleared her throat and leaned towards him.
Slowly. Very slowly. Making every mini-second count.
“Is that like a ring back tune or something? If it is, I totally need one of those! Totally awesome!”
Yinka sank into his seat.
So I had been thinking to myself, “dude, it’s been ages since you blogged! Ki lo de?” (Don’t be deceived, I suck @ Yoruba!)
I’ve had several reasons. In fact, I have had several great reasons, but yesterday, I listened to something that made all those reasons seem… well pathetic.
I don’t know who the speaker was and honestly, I don’t really care. All I know that is that I got my mind blown!
Trust me, it was lots of work writing this out, but I do believe it was worth it.
I believe it’ll be worth your while.
So please, read and DO!
Selah! (Stop and reflect)
You cannot change yesterday, but you can do something today that can change tomorrow.
It doesn’t matter how you were born, that was yesterday. It doesn’t matter what happened last five years, ten years… you may not be able to change that, but you can reposition yourself today.
You can make new decisions today that’ll change what tomorrow will bring.
Invest in your future, refuse to be a mental HOBO! Refuse to end your life on the sidewalk.
I believe that if you hear these words, you will act on them and you’ll change your future.
None of you was born to be poor. You may have been born poor, buy you were not born to be poor.
You may have been brought up poor, but you were not brought up to be poor.
Understand this; the definition of adulthood is responsibility. When you become an adult, you take responsibility for your future. Become responsible.
What do you have in yourself?
There are many who cry for help and because there are no answers to their call for help, they feel the pain and the pangs of neglect.
No, refuse to give up. Believe in what GOD made.
GOD made you and HE never made a failure.
Believe that GOD has a purpose for your life.
You may have been born as a parental accident, but you are not a divine accident. GOD knew you were coming and he made sufficient provision for you. There’s a place for you in the world, and I’m helping you find that place.
There are certain things you must do for these things to become a reality.
There are things that are not in abundant supply, they are limited.
One of them is time! Save time! Save it! Keep track of your time
The Bible says for us to redeem the time, because the days are evil. You don’t have extra time.
Life is not a game; therefore make everyday count for your life. Improve yourself every day. Introduce something into your life that counts. Choose to be a success, become inspiring
Distinguish yourself with character, with excellence.
If you’re a musician, be a musician with a difference! Become inspiring. Whatever you do, do it with excellence! Put yourself and your best into what u do and change your world
Remember there’s no extra time, therefore whatever u do now, do it the best way the first time
Success is waiting for the man who says yes to success. Success is waiting for the man who plans for it, who reaches out for it
Who says “I’ll wake up” and he wakes up
Who says “I’ll read this book” and he reads it
Who says “I’ll go to school” and he goes.
Success is waiting for the man who makes a decision. So time is important
So don’t waste your time watching television 24 hours a day. Watching video 24 hours a day.
Those that you’re watching have put their best into what you’re watching. CHANGE THE POSITION! Say to yourself, I will be watched!
You know sometimes, I’m concerned about those who only think about designer perfumes, designer clothes, designer shoes. WHERE ARE YOUR DESIGNS? Where are your own designs?
Challenge yourself for the future, there’s room for you. There’s a place for you at the top! Train your mind and use it.
Give yourself to a teacher, give yourself a tutor. Train yourself and your mind
And if u train your mind, it’ll be ready to deliver to you, thoughts… the right thoughts and ideas that will earn you commercial value
There’s no poverty for the man who has made an investment in his mind and is willing to act
There’s no hunger for the man who has trained his mind to think through on every problem. To solve every problem.
Train yourself, think through a problem, render solutions, let men come to you for advice.
Decide to be smart; decide to be a problem solver. If you make that decision, that’s what you’ll be
Problem solvers are in short supply in the world. There’s a place for the man who chooses to be one
Engage yourself in national issues, get involved, get concerned
Some of you are the best writers in the country. BUT WHERE ARE YOUR WRITINGS?
Maybe you’re sleeping too much!
Maybe you’re resting too much!
Maybe you’re playing too much!
It’s time to put your best into that writing and let the country read your writings!
Feel free to drop a comment.
The curtain finally falls on BLANK. Honestly, it left me feeling blank more than once.
You can catch up on the previous parts by clicking these links… I have a stroooong feeling that you might need them, hehe!
When Robert finally woke up, he found himself bound to a chair in a brightly lit room. He looked around slowly and realized that he was alone.
He shook his head gently, as the full details of this fiasco flooded his mind.
His name WAS Robert.
He WAS the President.
Two weeks ago, he had received a surprise call from Richard, his twin. The fact was that there was no love lost between them; quite unusual for twin brothers.
He had always been the better of the two and their parents didn’t help matters by pointing this out at every given opportunity. It also didn’t help matters that Robert ‘stole’ his girlfriends on more than one occasion. Frankly, it was all a game to him… apparently not to Richard.
He hated them all.
A few years down the line, Robert got a call while away at his Ivy League school where he was running his master’s program. His parents were dead. The house got burnt and all was lost. All except Richard of cause.
Richard claimed to be out when the ‘incident’ happened. Though he had no particularly strong alibi, he was let off the hook; after all he was also a victim of some sort as he sustained some burns trying to save them.
Robert always had his reservations about that story, but he never voiced them.
After the burial, Richard hung around for a few months and took off, never to be heard from until he got elected.
And after that, he vanished again, until two weeks ago, when he called him.
“Robert. It’s me.”
Robert recognized his gruff voice right away. In fact, they did sound alike too, only that Richard’s was abit rough around the edges.
They said nothing for a while.
“I’ve been following up on you Mr. President. You’re doing well.”
“… Where have you been Richard? Why did you…”
“You’re in danger Rob.”
He paused. “I’m the President Rich, I’m potentially always in some form of danger.”
“Don’t rub that in my face you piece of crap. You’re the President, so freaking what?”
“Ooooooh, someone’s still pissed off at my shadow I see.” Robert hated that Richard still held a grudge.
There was a pause.
And listen he did.
Someone wanted him out. Richard gave him loads of details and information that all checked out. How did he know? Well that was cause not only did they want him dead, they wanted him replaced by someone who’d go soft on certain laws. Who better than the President’s twin, who particularly hated his guts.
Someone had done their homework apparently.
“So why are you telling me all this Richard?”
“I may hate your guts, but I’m not stupid enough to go through with this without letting you on it. Even if I was… you’re the only family I’ve got left and…”
“I understand. Just play along till I get some more information about this. And thank you.”
So he quietly set his hounds on the trail and surprisingly, everything turned out to be true and well planned. So well planned that making arrests would only delay the inevitable. So he came up with the plan of going blank and Richard agreed. With his help, he’d get to the bottom of it without getting killed.
He told Sophie what she needed to know. Fast forward the whole thing and here he was, bound to a chair.
Two weeks seemed like a long long time ago.
The door opened and RB walked in.
“We would have preferred if you had just stayed put at the facility.”
Robert stared at him blankly.
“We planned to kill you, really. But then you lost your memory, and we thought that you could still be useful to us in some way.” Richard’s pulse shot up as he walked behind him. “But then, it seems like you were somehow aware of this our little arrangement, and even though you couldn’t remember a thing, you got out.”
RB’s movements stopped.
“The only reason you’re not dead right now Mr. President, is cause your brother insisted we wait…delay the inevitable.”
Robert smiled. This was the plan he had discussed with Richard. He should be here any minute now and…
Behind him, RB smiled suddenly kicked out at him, sending Robert tumbling, still stuck to the chair.
Just then the door opened and Richard walked in. he frowned at RB and lifted Robert off the ground.
“Please leave us.”
RB grunted and walked out, shutting the door behind him.
“He’s technically in hate with you Rob.”
“I figured. Thanks for showing up”
Richard walked back to the door, opened it slightly and shut it back. He then quickly untied him.
Robert quickly got up, rubbing his wrists. “So what do we do…?”
At first, he wasn’t quite sure what had happened. When the second bullet ripped through his thighs, he fell to his knees in pain.
Richard stared at him for a minute, enjoying the sight of him writhing in pain.
“The only reason I called you before all of this began was so I could keep tabs on you Rob.”
Robert couldn’t believe his ears.
“Richie don’t do this, come on. This is taking it too far come on!”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Too far was when you and your parents ruined my life by placing me in your shadow before I knew what the words ‘too far’ meant.”
His eyes were cold.
“Don’t do this…”
“I already did Rob, I’m sorry. Thank you for being so good at everything and being the President now. Now I can have whatever I want! And oh, don’t worry, Sophie’s fine. I prepared very well for this role and I’ll relish every minute of it.”
Rob was going to say something when the bullet struck his chest.
The President dropped the gun and briskly walked out of the room.
Rob seemed to fall in slow motion before finally hitting the floor. His eyes were fixed on the retreating feet of Richard and then, they went BLANK.
BLANK will continue shortly. But before then, read and really try to understand the words of this post. I learnt and am still learning alot from it. Just maybe you will too.
P.S. The “lyrics” have been “copyrighted”! Write your own! Hehe
My baby, my Dee, my very own
I never thought fantasies we have as children ever came true
And really, they mostly don’t
On meeting you, I thought you were my fantasy brought to be
Physically, I couldn’t ask for more
Charming smile, nice teeth, lovely curves
So I came after you like a kid would chase a fantasy
And over time, after much ado, I caught up with you
And held you…like a kid would. Ever so tightly.
And then something happened, which children always forget
And then I saw the whole of you
At first I was taken aback.
Yes, this was my fantasy, but why all d rough edges?
Why the imperfection?
Why the ugly past?
I grew again
And I realized that GOD was indeed merciful
And HE gave me
Not one perfect…
Cos HE knew that if HE did
…I’d never learn to really love you
Love you like HE does
And HE knew that through you
I’d see the faults in me
The weaknesses, the grey areas, the dirt
And HE knew too well that I’d learn
Learn to love you
With my all
Just like HE does
Or @ least, in an image of HIS love
And I’d dig deep within
And clean up my house
And be d best I can be
And in doing so….be the best you deserve
Cos irrespective of where you were coming from
You deserve the best
And HE also made me realize
That I wasn’t any better
That by loving you with my all
I’ll be a better person
For my generation
And for you
I love you
With a love beyond me
Love beyond words
Love beyond time
Love d@ will last for all of time
Love d@ will last forever
And if there’s a pause in forever
Then I’d catch my breath…and tell you again
“I love you”
I love you, I love you, I love you.
And nothing…nothing can take that from me
Robert laughed out loud as the others just stared and watched.
“You guys have got to be kidding me!”
“Uh huh… okay really now, what do you really want from me?”
“What do we…?”
“Yes. What’s all this president talk? I don’t believe a word of it. I think I was better off at that fake hospital; at least I didn’t have to listen to this much crap! Besides, it was sort of fun arguing with your non-existent twin!”
He sat down and crossed his legs, waiting for their reaction.
There was none at first.
Sophie just stared at him and then at the other man.
She suddenly stood up and faced him.
“My name is Sophie; we’ve been married for seven years, seven months and twenty-five days. You have been the President for two years and five months now, and you are a good man, a good President, a great husband and a wonderful father!”
Robert sat up. “I have a…”
“I am not going to seat here and wait for your memory to come back while another man destroys all that we’ve worked for.” She pointed at the muted TV. “That man right there, that man… he hates your guts and we don’t have a lot of time before he brings the walls crumbling down.”
He was speechless at this point.
“I will do anything necessary to fix you. Anything.”
He was about to speak when he felt something heavy slam into his head.
“I’m sorry Mr. President” the other man said, as he went unconscious.
They quickly laid him on the couch and watched him for a few seconds.
“You’re sure this will work?” Sophie asked.
“No ma’am.” Lanre replied.
“It’s worth the shot.”
“It’s worth the shot.” She repeated.
The President got out of the meeting room and headed straight for the car. Thankfully, he didn’t have to smile and wave at anybody as it was a few minutes past two in the morning.
He sank into his seat and shut his eyes; a short nap definitely wouldn’t be a bad idea.
His phone vibrated. He ignored it for a few seconds, willing the caller to leave him in peace. But that wasn’t going to happen.
He listened for a few seconds.
“Say what?” His eyes flew open.
On the other end of the line, RB was explaining what happened.
“I don’t give a damn about how you go about it. JUST FIND HIM!!!”
Richard slammed the phone shut.
“Robert, where the heck are you now?”
He read through the file in front of him as the car sped through the night. When he was done, he instructed the driver to clear off the road. The other cars following them did same.
He stepped out, and with a cigarette lighter in his hand, burnt a lone sheet of paper and waited till the wind scattered the fragments before stepping back into the car.
“Everything okay Mr. President?”
He looked at RB and nodded.
When his eyes moved to the lighter he had just placed on the seat, he said “Above your pay grade I’m afraid.”
RB nodded, spoke into his radio and the car moved on.
A few minutes later, there was a loud screeching noise and suddenly the car was spinning in the air and…
ROBERT jumped up from his slumber, head throbbing horribly from where he had been smacked. He was immediately aware of gunshots going off somewhere close by.
Sophie appeared in his line of sight. “You’re up? Good. We need to move. Now!”
She and Lanre helped him to his feet and hurriedly headed for the door.
“What’s happening? Are those…”
“Yes, gunshots. RB located us much earlier than we expected.”
“RB! I know that name.”
The explosion sent them all slamming into the wall and he lost consciousness again.
“… this has to work. The drug has already been tested; I don’t think we have any other option at this time.”
He listened to the voice at the other end of the phone.
“Yes I know. He’ll need me alive. Losing my memory is the safest way right now. Sophia has been roped in already, Sophie knows what she needs to.”
“Fine. I should be out by then. Just play along as agreed, I will communicate with you when the effects wear off.”
“I know Richard. Do be careful. Bye.”
Robert quickly swallowed the tablets and washed his hands before heading out of the facility.
He headed for the car with his security personnel.
Time to go blank
She rubbed her neck as she drove home. They were right, RB was a beast. If all went well, the next few days could still be tough, but she knew she could handle it.
The important thing was that he was free for now, but that could change at any time.
She looked at her rear view mirror for the sixth time in the last minute, sure enough she was being trailed.
She abruptly stopped under a street light on the deserted road, quickly reached beneath the wheel and cut the designated wires. The car went off at once. She then got out, opened the hood of the car and just stood there looking confused.
Sure enough, after about ten minutes of waiting, her tracker pulled up beside her offering to help.
He looked nice enough, dressed in a suit and a sagging tie, the typical tired-after-a-hard-day’s-work executive.
Oh boy, he had no idea how much harder his day was about to get.
“President of what?”
A hand touched him gently and he whirled around to see who.
“In the flesh babe, but please, we really have to get in right now. I’ll answer all your questions inside.” And with that, they began to move quickly.
They got off the road and into a house, where a few other people were standing around, looking nervous.
Finally, they stopped moving and he found himself in an expansive sitting room. He sat down and realized how tired he was!
Sophie sat beside him, holding his hand as he caught his breath.
“From the beginning… start from the beginning.”
Sophie nodded at the man behind them and in a flash, they were left alone in the room save for three other men.
“You had an accident Robert. Apparently you took quite a hit and can’t remember a thing. The accident was a setup. We kinda saw it coming, but we weren’t sure when. That’s why we didn’t go together, why we haven’t been in the same car together for a while now. Thankfully you didn’t die, I… ”
“Hold on a second.”
What was she saying?
“I know it’s a lot to take in. But you have to calm down and think. Remember.”
“What da? Wait a minute, who are you really?”
“I’m your wife “
“My wife??? But, but I thought you were in the hosp… that place.”
“Well, I was and I wasn’t.”
“But it was you.”
She smiled. “You remember my non-existent twin right? The one in the army…”
She stood aside with her arms folded while the man tried to find the ‘problem’. She looked around and made sure there was no one else before making her move.
“Do you mind just taking me home?”
“Oh, well that’s an option, but…”
“No buts, just leave it please. I’d really hate to have to stand out here any longer at such a late hour.”
He slowly stood up straight.
Hand to throat, flat palm to face, breaks nose, another hit to the throat, smashes trachea, elbow to face, man collapses.
She bent to collect his keys and briskly walked to his car, started the engine and drove off.
A short distance away, a drunk stood with, mouth wide open, staring from the scene to his bottle and back again. The whole thing had taken what? Nine seconds?
He looked down at himself. Oh darn, he had wet his pants.
RB had a hunch.
They couldn’t have been so bold could they? No, but…
He sped on, heading to the place.
“So, you’re telling me that I really am the president?”
“I’m not. I swear I’m not.”
“Ok, then why isn’t the whole country looking for me?”
“Well sir, that’s because you’re officially not missing.”
He turned to face the man in suit who had been quiet all this while.
The man reached for the remote and turned on the TV, flipped a few stations and…
“Here what?” He turned to face the TV.
“…in what will be a major step in his administration, the president will tomorrow…”
He tuned out. HE had just walked into view, smiling and waving.
“Is this live?”
“But, but I am…”
“I mentioned about my non-existent twin right? Well you sort of have one too!”
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When Sophie came to, there was so much noise in the room. She was carried from the corner she had slumped in and taken into another room. People were everywhere.
Someone shook her rather harshly till she fully opened her eyes.
“What happened here? Where’s he? WHERE’S HE?”
This time she was slapped across the face. HARD
She woke up then.
“Huh? I don’t… what are you talking about?”
The tall man in the suit leaned forward to take a closer look at her.
She leaned back instinctively..
“What happened here?”
“How should I know? I just… hey that’s true. I just remember inhaling something and… wait, what happened?”
“Well that’s what I’m trying to find out from you?”
“Did you or did you not hear me say that I was knocked out?”
He sized her up, not fully trusting her.
“I said he’s gone. Tell me where he is!”
He reached out to hit her again, but she held his hand, eyes hard as stone.
She got on her feet.
“I agreed to go on with this plan, cos I had no choice. Without him, there’s no plan. So right now I advise that you dedicate your strength and spit, with which you have thoroughly soiled my face, to finding him.”
RB was slightly taken aback. He had heard she had some balls, but this?
He released the pressure from his hand and just as she dropped her hands, he grabbed her by the neck and lifted her a few inches off the ground.
She panicked just then, scrambling wildly to get his hands off.
He wasn’t fazed; he just kept his cold eyes on her. Just when she felt like she was passing out, he flung her across the room, just like a doll.
She hit the wall and collapsed in a heap on the ground.
Before she could move, he had walked over to where she was and yanked her hair.
“If you ever talk to me like that again….”
Both pair of eyes turned to the door, where a man stood.
“The blackout also affected the cameras sir, we have nothing.”
He released her hair and she fell down in a heap.
“You’re going home and you’re going to stay there till something comes up. We have to find him before he remembers anything, else; it’s over for all of us. Let me know if he contacts you.”
And with that he strode out of the room, leaving her right there on the ground.
She slowly got up, swiping blood from the side of her face. She knew she had provoked him, but it was worth it.
She walked out to her car and drove out into the night.
As he left the room, he paused and said to the man following at his heels.
“Make sure she’s followed and monitored at all times. Something doesn’t smell right.”
He had a thousand questions running through his mind as the van sped on.
Why was he kept in that place? Away from who or what? So those doctors were fakes? Or hired for the purpose? Sophie, was she really his wife? Who was she?
WHO THE HECK WAS HE?
He wasn’t sure he could trust these guys either. For all he knew, he was being kidnapped right now
He had a headache.
They drove on for about twenty minutes, during which he struggled not to sleep off. There was no way he was missing any second of this.
He felt the van finally slowdown and come to a halt.
The guy at the back with him jumped up and opened the door.
“This way sir”
He gave him a double take. Sir?
He was assisted out of the van by two other men from outside.
His strength was returning slowly.
“This way sir.”
Sir again? He was really puzzled.
“Hold on. Please stop. Stop!”
One of them reached out to hold his shoulder.
“Sir, you’re safe now. “
“Safe from who? Who are you? Who am I really?”
They looked momentarily baffled.
“Errm, you’re the President Sir.”
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In the next six days that followed, he drifted in and out of consciousness and each time he was conscious, he became more inclined to believe them. He had really lost his memory.
They called him Peter.
But it didn’t ring half a bell!
When he was awake, he was groggy.
He was getting better, they said.
He would be out sooner than expected, they said.
How soon? They never said.
The woman they called his wife, Sophia, came in everyday, and watched him with that blank expression of hers. Her eyes seemed to speak volumes but he couldn’t quite place what exactly he was missing. He couldn’t wait to get out and piece his life together, somehow!
When he felt strong enough, he walked to the bathroom and looked at himself in front of the mirror.
He was well built with strong tanned arms, pointed nose and random scars here and there (from the accident he was told). Quite good looking he had to admit… white teeth, nice smile, black hair blah blah blah.
He had no idea who this person was!
When he got back to the room, he stopped and stared at Sophia. She stared back.
“I married you?” He just had to ask.
“I married you?”
“I heard you the first time.”
“So why ask again?”
“It was a rhetorical question”
“Ok so, I married you right?”
“You’re asking for the third time?”
“Apparently I am”
“That was rhetorical too!”
He sighed and stared at her. He had a feeling that this wasn’t the first time they were having this ‘back and forth’.
“Are you going to answer me?”
“I have to right? Ok, yes you did. Why do you ask?”
“Because I don’t think you’re my type.”
An awkward silence followed. That was unkind, why did he say that? He started to apologize when she began to giggle.
“Ermm, and you’re laughing because?”
“I’m glad you’re getting back to yourself, that’s all.”
“Yeah. An ass.”
He couldn’t help but smile.
“And you’re the babe that married an ass?”
“Unfortunately so.” She retorted right back, smiling.
She had a sharp mouth; he had to be wary of that in the future.
She walked up to him and hugged him. Slowly, he responded and held her back.
“It’s alright; it’ll all come back to you in time.”
He hoped she was right.
Just then, one of the doctors came in. As she let go, she whispered something he couldn’t quite get. He looked into her eyes, searching for any meaning, but she just walked back to her seat in the corner, blank expression back in place. What a character!
A few minutes later, as he fell asleep Sophie sighed and shut her eyes too.
He wasn’t exactly sure of what it was that woke him up. The strange dream he was having or the people moving round in the room.
He opened his eyes. It was dark!
He could make out two silhouettes moving around the room. For some reason he didn’t panic; he tried not to move.
His moved his eyes to where Sophia was sleeping and found a third silhouette bending over her.
Before he could make a move, he felt hands hold him down. He struggled in futility for a few seconds before someone whispered in his ear:
“Calm down, we’re getting you out of here to a safe place. Shhhhhhh!”
At first he wanted to fight them off, but on second thought, maybe they were right. He hadn’t been able to shake off the feeling that something wasn’t quite right about this place.
They got him out of bed and into a wheelchair and immediately they were on the move.
“Two more minutes. Hurry!” Someone whispered.
They seemed to know their way around in the dark and moved urgently.
He heard a door open, and then another… and then another. And then, he was outside, facing a van.
He barely had time to take in the cool night breeze when the back door opened and hands pulled him inside. The lights in the car park and the building returned as the door was slammed shut.
The engine revved and with a screech of tires, they were speeding off.
He struggled to his feet and looked through the window at the hospital he’d been in all this while.
Only there was no hospital! Only a small bungalow surrounded by trees!
He was vaguely aware of the movements around him. Frantic cries, horns blaring, the noise from the people around him… everything was in a haze.
He felt himself being carried and he had no idea where to.
He felt no pain, but yet, he couldn’t open his eyes. In fact he couldn’t move any part of his body, the body… because it didn’t feel like his anymore. He heard the sound of a car door being flung open, shut and after that, nothing.
He woke up an hour and half later, and then, he felt EVERYTHING!
His screams echoed down the corridors of the hospital.
Frantic nurses hurried to strap him down and inject him with something. He hardly felt the needle; the pain was like nothing he had ever felt. He screamed and screamed, till he could hear himself no more. Yes, he had stopped screaming out loud, but the pain didn’t stop. Slowly, he slipped back into the darkness of his unconscious mind.
206 hours later, he ‘woke up’.
He opened his eyes, looking straight up at the ceiling; mind, jumbled up.
At first, he couldn’t remember how he got here, or why for that matter. All that he knew was that he was in a lot of pain at that moment.
He turned his head to the left, then to the right and blinked a couple of times.
“Oh, he’s awake.”
He turned (slowly) to check the source of the voice. A skinny nurse walked over to him and stared at him, as though to confirm that he was really awake. They looked at each other for a few seconds.
She frowned and hurried off.
He wondered what had upset her.
He struggled to sit up, the pain doubled. He felt tears fill his eyes… this was bad! This was very bad!.
Gentle but firm hands reached out to support him till he was upright. By this time, he was sweating and panting.
There were three people staring at him in the room and they were all dressed in white.
He stared back at them. One of the doctor’s came closer and checked his vitals, his charts, notes, checked him up again, went back to the group to whisper, and then they started staring again.
When he got tired of the stares, he had to ask.
“Doctors, what is wrong with me?”
Just saying that alone made him feel dizzy, this wasn’t good.
The skinny nurse from earlier walked up to him and held his hand.
“How do you feel?”
He tried to talk but his mouth felt dry, so he just showed her the ‘thumbs down’ sign.
She just kept looking at him.
He couldn’t take it any longer.
“Why in the world are you just staring at me?” He managed to say.
She squeezed his hand as her eyes misted, and she hurriedly walked out of the room.
Before he could say anything, one of the men stepped forward.
“Sir, try and get some rest. We’ll run a few more tests now that you’re awake…:
“Will I be okay?”
“Sir I…you…’ he coughed. “Sir you are suffering from some sort of memory loss. We are ummm, yet to ascertain the extent of the damage but we…”
“What are you talking about? I remember everything quite well. The accident, being carried out, who I…” He trailed off, struggling to remember the last bit.
“Sir, for starters, the lady that just walked out…. That’s your wife.”
Blood drained from his face. He had never seen that woman before.