My Madam And I - S01 E19

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My Madam And I - S01 E19

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 19

I sat on top of the car watching the man as he came out looking at me as though I was going to jump on him, and the lady stood behind the door staring at me with dread. Deep inside, I felt slightly scared of what may unfold .

The gate was opened and the dog that was hovering around the car, made to attack the men who it presumed as intruders. But the man who came out of the house held it by the neck belt and dragged it to its chain.

Strange looking men surfaced, from the look of their dress code, they were definitely vigilantes. They held double barrels, save two who held pump actions.

I was down already, went straight to them to explain myself. One if them seem to be irrational. He gave me a slap and asked me to sit on the floor, which I humbly complied . He was very muscular, wielding the short pump action gun as if it were a toy.

I called out from the floor, yelling my address and calling the names of influential people I know on my street. This made them treat me with a level of respect.

” how did you get here?! ” The muscular one asked harshly .

” armed rubbers took my phone and wallet from I and my friend prince, they wanted to shoot me so I ran. ” I said looking helpless on the floor.

The mention of the name prince, made them exchange glances. Then one tall lanky one said :

” what was this prince putting on?! ”

” blue jacket and a combat trouser ” I said, wondering what was going on.

They went to a side to discuss. Then came back to me and commanded me to stand up. I stood up looking at them puzzled.

One of them asked of the place we were attacked. I told him. Then he crossed his hand on my shoulder, walked a little from the rest and said.

” your friend is dead ”

I spontaneously took his hands off my shoulder. Looked at him as if he doesn’t know what he was saying.

” how? When?!! ” I asked in unbelief.

They didn’t bother to answer me but turned to the to the man who called them to discuss something. Then escorted me to my house.

My mom was so exhilarated to see me, she jumped and hugged me. My hands were colored in dried blood but didn’t bother much , the news of Prince demise shook me to the marrow that all the brouhaha from the nights event became unusually vague.

Prince was buried, my madam put to bed, I was in the village. Yes, village. I had to seek asylum somewhere, away from the preying eyes of whosoever seek me dead.

I was so secluded from the happenings of the town, my current state resulted to depression. I took to weed as my source of consolation. I had a cousin who was an adent smoker, you can never catch him sober.

So one day we were both high and was reasoning deep inspirations under a tree:

” do you know that the world is one? ” my cousin said.

” how do you mean ?” I asked, puffing out smoke.

“look, if you travel to Brazil, you will see your towns man there ” he said laughing out loud.

I reasoned what he said, there is truth in it, the world is indeed one. Again he said :

” money is paper, human beings are disgusting ” he said frowning. ” just paper that we all die for, I won’t kill or die for ordinary paper o, I will wipe my ass with it. Look at your saliva, disgusting! catarrh! Hmm! And someone will still kiss it. Gosh! ”

I noded in agreement.

” life is a penny, but death is a dollar” he said dragging a smoke into his lungs. As he puffed out, he continued. ” you see this tree my brother? ” pointing at the shield above us.” this tree is money! ” he laughed, looked at me to be sure I am with him ” you don’t know? ”

” I know” I said nodding in agreement, sipping from my tie.

” I am very rich because I know I am poor. It’s only a poor man that says he is rich ” he shook his head. ” life is an ocean, I wonder how many can swim to the other side”. He shook his head sadly.

” haven’t you not noticed that the sky is blue? ” I said looking up into the sky.

He looked at me and noded.

” the reason is because sickness is described as blue, we are all sick in different ways ” I said dragging in another smoke.

He nodded in agreement and said ” bros! You’re wise! ” then he looked at me confused and said. But sometimes it’s white, why? ”

” it’s because some people are angels on earth. They are the blessed ones. We are the sick ones. ” we both laughed.

I heard my madam gave birth to a baby boy, who looked some much like me. Why did she keep the pregnancy if she doesn’t want me to father the child? This thought kept me up most nights. Though I wasn’t sure about the pregnancy, but her current reactions speaks more.

So I packed my few clothes one morning and set out for the city before anyone decides to talk sense into me.