The Activist - Season 1 - Episode 2

5 years ago

The Activist - Season 1 - Episode 2

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His eyes caught the sight of the man again, now that he was very close to the school gate. Why was the man following him? He decided to find out why.

He turned around and faced the man. “How can I help you again, sir?” He asked in plain anger.
“Is that how you ask questions from your elders, young man?” He replied with the usual antagonistic nature of older citizens of the nature when questioned by younger chaps.

“Sir, it does not answer my question. Why are you following me? I directed you to your destination and you…..”

Gbam! He felt a sharp sudden pain before he went into the darkened blackness known as unconsciousness.

“Nice work, Razor.” The old man spoke, removing the shades. “Carry him away, let’s meet at the meeting place.” It was Kareem.
When he came to, he noticed the fire dancing in a cleared part of the forest. As his head cleared from the fog that was blinding his reasoning faculties, he saw figures moving around the fire, dancing to the beats of locally made drums. The nature of the attires they wore, coupled with some sharp cutlasses hooked to the ground told him something.

He was in a cult meeting.

He tried moving, but as he expected, he was restrained tightly by ropes, binding him like a mad man expected to run once he is a bit loosed. He also noticed the bruises all around him and concluded that he must have been beaten to be here. He was still lost on what happened when the guys stopped dancing and the music stopped.
Kareem emerged from the shadows, which forced the area to even more silence. Now the fire stopped dancing and stood still, like it also understood who was present.

Kareem whistled a bit loudly, then started moving towards the guys dancing in the fire, inspecting them one by one. He then smiled, clapping his hands as they seemingly passed his inspection.

From no where, other guys started to emerge, causing some sort of jubilation among the inspected guys. Kareem carried a smug smile at him, the moon’s light causing him to have a better view of Kareem.

Andrew’s eyes widened on spotting the sun glasses, as memories started to flood his mind. He remembered the man with the glasses, was that Kareem? He remembered the conversation they had and realised how he was captured. He had no choice than to nod to Kareem’s expert method of handling his situation. He knew that Kareem disguised as such a man so as to make Andrew bring his guard down. He again, tried to release himself but it proved abortive.

Kareem soon raised his hand, ending all the jubilation. He looked sternly at Andrew.
“Thunder, bring the prisoner here.”
Andrew was suddenly carried away like a sack of raw food and placed in front of Kareem by Thunder. Once he was dropped, he stole a quick glance at who was Thunder and almost shouted out of surprise.

Thunder was his close friend on campus and his fierce supporter. Together they arrested and imprisoned a lot of cult members and he was close to Andrew. They both were a tag team and Andrew could not believe that He was a cult member, not to talk of the Ravens.
“This guy, Kareem’s voice brought him to the current situation. This guy thinks he can outsmart me by arranging my arrest.” ” He even get the liver to come my area, my capital, come arrest me. A mi, Kareem aka Lightening, Lightening whose blade sharp pass Raikiri, who fast pass any blade for this earth, omo lo mo, Omo to score ju Ronaldo ati Messi. You think you can arrest me?” He slapped Andrew.

He motioned the inspected guys. “Come and see this fool.” They walked forward, cautiously as Andrew deduced them to be recruits.
“Carry this fool away, Thunder.” Andrew was soon hurled away by Thunder, wallowing at the disappointment of been betrayed by Kunle Falade, now known as Thunder and the DPO.
“We will deal with him later.” Kareem declared. Thunder watch him. Kareem then went ahead to discuss other topics for the day. They had a politician to kill, while a girl seems to have pissed off Senegal, one of the old members with a slashed ear, so they planned towards her rape.
Despite the injured state he was, Andrew was planning his escape. He managed to steal a knife from the rear pocket of Thunder without the latter knowing and now planned to wait for his chance to make a run for it.

With Andrew seemingly bound, the meeting was flowing with ease. The members of the Ravens talked, argued and sang their cult songs. It was not long before a girl was dragged to their presence. Andrew quickly identified her as Biola, a second year student of Chemical Engineering of the school.

He watched as one of the new members called Scorpion accused her of insulting him in public and slapping him. This caused an outrage among them, scaring the girl. He remembered her boyfriend, Ovie himself was the Capone of a rival cult group, the Red Axes. He watched as one of them almost slapped her, only to have his hand held by Kareem himself.

“E be like say you wan slap am back, abi? Matches, where you get this pikin from?”
Matches, a lanky dude with dangerous, red eyes like one who was perpetually under the influence of alcohol, spoke up.

“Oga, no mind jare, he no sabi code. Hey!” He motioned the lad, “Come here!”
The young man ‘bounced’ confidently to his side but soon had his confidence snuffed off with a ‘choke-punch’ by Matches. Default mode restored.

Kareem raised his hand up, commanding another bolt of silence. He then asked each of them to look at him.

“This is how we deal with people who insult us. Matches show them!”

Matches moved as quick as he could, forced the poor girl to the ground, stripping her naked before he started teasing her body, in readiness for entry.

Everyone was enjoying the show, even Thunder. Andrew watched on until he was sure that Thunder was completed occupied with the ‘rape show’, then he dropped the ropes and quietly crept away,before he started running.