[Story] Love, Lust And Lost

8 years ago

[Story] Love, Lust And Lost

Bala was now seating over Izu. He beat, punched, slap and did everything possible at Izu but few punches got to him, as he was blocking and guarding with his arm.

Suddenly, his power rejuvenated and he struggled to push Bala away. Bala didn’t give up. He continued throwing punches, elbows, slap. Then Izu received a bad one to his nose and his power were like Samson and he pushed Bala away. Stood up suddenly as if he had been stung by a killer bee. He scurried towards a struggling Bala on the floor and the first blow that brushed Bala’s mouth was horrific. It brushed Bala’s mouth to the side and blood forcefully spat out.

He was so angry now. He knew he’s had a broken nose when Bala was on him and the only thing he could do was to finish this Bala for his injuries. The blow to his mouth had rendered Bala very weak, yet he didn’t want to plead for mercy.

Izu shouted offensively “Arrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhh!!!” and his blood ran to his head. He felt a shock as if he had drank `ogorogoro’ and his strength gathered courage. His eyes were red now, so red they looked like a buffalo’s eyes. It could lit a cigarette when focused on it for a long time. He charged like a wild bull. Punched at a helpless Bala who couldn’t defend himself again.

He appeared to have not taken notice of his victim’s lack of defence. He was out of this world. His soul seemed to have surfaced at the altar of the devil. He didn’t even know he was shouting now. His anger thundered loudly with his voice.

“Arhh!! You no go do am again” amidst heavy punches. He shouted like a drug addict.

“God! Arh! I go kill you today!!!” And he was determined. His veins contracted more and more and seemed to have all concerted at his fist. He was out of control and Bala was dying.

Nobody had dared to come closer. They felt Izu had suddenly gone insane with the way he was shouting and inflicting his blows on his victim. His hands were a working machine, they were so fast.

“Arh, Izu, abeg wait wait abeg. Leave am!” Baba 70 struggled to break into the crowd. He knew Izu could kill Bala now. Izu had seen a stone at his side and decided he was going to use it on Bala when Baba 70 grabbed his hand and forced the stone out of it.

“Leave me alone,” he roared like a gorilla who was fighting invaders off his territory.

“See, you don nearly kill am. Him no dey breath again,” Baba 70 was now afraid.

He had never been so afraid in his entire life like he was now. Although, he was a wicked tout too but the last he could do was to kill someone. The only thing he did was to mark his opponent with bottle and that was all. He saw the fire in Izu’s eyes. Someone who didn’t even know what he was doing again. He would kill Bala with that stone if he had been allowed to use it on him. Person wey don chop beating for soldiers hand!!!

“Abeg make una help me abeg,” he pleaded to the crowd that had gathered.

Peter and Zainab had stopped running towards the bus-stop once they saw people gathered looking at something.

Zainab who was so concerned about her friends had been told not to even brave it to get to the bus-stop as it was bloody. It was just few minutes ago, the police had arrived there but the place wasn’t still safe to go as the hooligans were trying to have a show off with the police.

She started shedding uncontrolled tears now. May be it was meant for her friends she knew she could have rescued if she had went home with them. But seriously, it would mean three of them would have been kidnapped.

She was supposed to be thanking her stars, perhaps it was the love that had developed among them that made her think otherwise.

She hated herself for allowing her friends to go away without her. How would she explain it to their parents if they called and asked about them? Would she tell them she had left them for one so called Peter, who she wanted to have her first love with? What sort of friend was she to do that? And how would she reconcile back to them if they were later released? Yet, she didn’t know if they would be rescued.

They might never come back again. She might never see them again base on the stories she’s heard about kidnappers. She quickly rebuked her thoughts. `God, please let them be set free. I don’t know if I can live without them,’ she prayed in her mind.

She was emotional again. Was it about the friends she just thought about or her classmate Izu, who was about killing Senior Bala.

“Please help him,” she sobbed, her eyes were now filled with tears, snort ran down her nose. “Please.” Yet no one had been able to help until Baba 70 had come.

Peter joined a group of boys that decided to join Baba 70 to hold Izu and pull him off a dying Bala. They all gripped the madman yet he struggled to break loose.

Baba 70, only God knew may be he had done the job of an assassin before – he gave Izu some shocking blade of the palm-knack on both shoulders and Izu became weak. It was as if he had been shot a sleeping injection. He was lame and tired. It was when they had set him down at one side before he could speak again.

“Omo, we gaz rush this guy go hospital o,” Peter suggested as he looked at Bala on the floor. His face was stained with blood.

Zainab’s mind drifted back and rested on Peter. She saw everything in this guy. Look how he was trying to help. She saw he was cute and striking. He had the brain of a complete science student who could think at a second or two. I can’t wait to love him and think endlessly about him day and night!

`oh God, please forgive my evil thoughts’ she retrained herself once she remembered her friends. Should I even be thinking this way when my friends are in kidnappers den?

“Omo, the guy don dey lose blood o. See him nose and mouth. Help me carry am abeg.” Someone else who had helped to retrained Izu said and bent to lift Bala through the shoulder.

“Sharp sharp. Make we carry am go that hospital wey dey inside Ikoyi Primary School (IPS),” Baba 70 left Izu and hurried to join those who had lifted Bala off the floor.

They rushed to the hospital and were lucky the hospital was still opened at this time of the day when almost all students and staffs had all gone home.

“What happened to him?” The nurse at the reception hurried towards the hurrying students. She quickly directed them to the treatment room at the reception.

“Na fight him and him friend dey fight o”

“You mean him friend? Na wa o! Student sha!” The nurse exclaimed and hurried to get the Doctor.

“Please, we only need two people to stay at the reception,” the Doctor said as he entered swiftly into the ward.

Some 30minutes later, he came out to inform the two people, Baba 70 and Peter, Bala was okay and had been treated well. He just needs to rest for some few more minutes and he would be ready to go home.

“Please, can I get the name of the person he fought with?” The Doctor requested, removing his hand-gloves, disposing them and bringing out a pen from his chest pocket. He noted the name down and went his way.

Bala’s friends who had deserted him when Baba 70 had broke the bottle were now back to see their friend when they had learnt what had happened from someone.

Exception was the head boy who had decided, he didn’t want to see a determined Baba 70. He was a handsome boy and wasn’t ready to take a risk of receiving a mark on his face.

They later took Bala home and Izu’s fate was left with the Doctor who no one knew what he was going to do with his name.

********

You don’t need PVC to do this one on monday. Yes, you no go need am on the 18 when we go storm that voting thread to cast our vote for Miss adeh39 as the next Miss Nairaland 2015.

She’s one of us!
She’s intelligent.
She’s educated.
She’s smart.
She’s pretty.
She’s the definition of respect.
She’s the epitomy of a beauty queen.
She’s focused and objective.
She’s the one who deserve your vote/s.
She’s determined.
She’s the one you won’t regret voting for.
She’s our choice.
She’s change. #notAPC-change o!
She’s adeh39.
She needs your votes to win.

Don’t be intimidated by mere words, she’s tested and trusted. Come out in mass to vote for adeh39 on the 18th and she won’t disappoint you.

To Be Continued….[ads4]