Must Read: Fighting Back! - Season 1 - Episode 23

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Must Read: Fighting Back! - Season 1 - Episode 23

After the embrace, Osaz took her hand in his. ‘I
am going to miss you.’
‘I will also, take good care of yourself. ‘ Hester
smiled
‘You too darling, if I intend to stay longer than
scheduled, your smile will catapult me back.’
‘Do you have to say that, my head is so
spinning that I need a spindle machine. ‘
He grinned. ‘Bye for now.’
‘Bye.’ She sq££zed his hand.
His eyes lingered on her before he went to
board the private aircraft the Kenyan
government had provided.

Every invitation to execute any project in any
part of the world entitled him to the best of
accommodation, transportation, feeding and
the likes.
Hester shivered slightly. She felt lonely.
‘Gem, Gem! The Gem! Oh boy yeh! what
happens? You look as if two years was knocked
off you. ‘
‘Shay that na insult abi na compliment? ‘ Osaz
frowned.
‘No, na remedy! ‘
‘Ebi like say wire don de touch for your head.
Wetin all that one come mean na, de careful o.’
‘You don de scatter yan abi, the day me go use
soap and water wash your mouth, e go be you
be like film, you go just sitdon, internal cold go
catch you, you go just confuse.’ He clapped
both palms in demonstration.

They both burst into laughter as they embraced
each other.
‘Gem! ‘ Ethelbert Franklin Onyemakazi hailed. ‘I
wouldn’t want to believe Kenya did all this to
you, you look good.’ He smiled revealing
immaculate teeth that one could liken to a
child’s and watched as his best friend settled
into his favorite sofa in the sitting wing of his
mansion and unbuttoned his blazers. He stood
six feet, four inches tall towering Osagie with
two inches. He was fair unlike Osagie who was
ebony and at a first glance, one could tell he
was hairy, his hair was curly which he had to
cut every three days, his beards around his face
like Rick Ross’, he kept very low and trimmed
while Osagie preferred his hair like that of Stone
cold..

Osagie had the athletic and eager look and
smiled easily unlike Ethel who is slim, whose
eyes were appeared small, watching him, you
would think he was squinting, his smile hardly
came but when it did, it was winsome.

They were both thirty two years of age but
Osagie was four months and a couple of days
older. Both looking handsome in their own
unique way.
Osagie stretched out his legs. ‘The Don, what
do we do when we don’t have voice, how can
we shout? ‘ His palms were opened before him.
Ethel chuckled as he poured one of their
favorite fruit wine into tumblers. He glanced at
his friend from the bar.
‘I don’t have voice talk more of shouting, ’cause
I am in a long thing …’ He drawled. ‘ There is a
story to tell.’
He handed him his tumbler and sat on the sofa
across.

‘Thanks man. How are my pals? ‘ He was
referring to Ethel’s aides.
‘They’ve all got their head bowed over one thing
or the other,no time to play around .’ He took a
sip.
‘Yeah. Not when the boss still have the target
intact. ‘ Osagie gave his friend a warm smile
and took a sip from the tumbler which he
allowed to linger in his mouth before
swallowing.
‘I saw the bridge in a current CNN bulletin, it
was spectacular. ‘
‘Thanks Don.’
‘Are you going to tell me about the long story or
do I have to beg? ‘ Ethel placed his tumbler on
a side table, sat back and studied his friend
leisurely.
….