The devil’s fairy angel - S01 E38

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The devil’s fairy angel - S01 E38

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 38

His living room where Ayomide and Gbengs waited for him was locally decorated. It had no carpet. The seats were more of woods than fabric. On the walls hungs pictures of his ancestors which some seemed dusty with cobwebs on their surfaces. To crown it all, there was no electrical appliances in the room. Just then, Isiala came out from his room, wearing a native caftan. He was huge, black and had bushy beards. He cleared his throat as he made use of an opposite seat. “Sorry, Gbenga, i had to tidy up some things before meeting you. He who doesn’t clean his mouth before breakfast always complains that the food is sour.” he concluded with a proverb.

“That is true.” Gbenga supported. He sat up, cleared his throat too and hit his staff on the floor. They say thatconfiding a secret to an unworthy person is like carrying grain in a bag with a hole. Other people’s wisdom prevents the king from being called a fool. A wise man fills his head before emptying his mouth.”

Isiala also sat up. “What is it, Gbenga? Let the cat out of the bag.”

The old man told Isiala why they came, starting from the discovery of Claude to his disappearance. He also ch¡pped in the part of Abosede being looked for by a stranger. Isiala leaned back on his seat with heavy exhalation. “If while climbing a tree you insist on going beyond the top, the earth will be waiting for you. You made a good decision by coming to me, Gbenga. Did you just say the boy speaks french?”

“Yes” Ayomide nodded his head.

“My goodness! It can’t be!” Isiala hurried up from his seat to the room while Ayomide and Gbengs looked at each other anxiously………
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On the other hand, Eniola’s door cracked opened. She rushed out well dressed in a black leggings and a white design t-shirt. On her feet were flat leather wears. She flipped them to the road just after their house. If not her young face, one wouldn’t know she was just approaching fourteen years regarding her matured body features. She stood by the Sandy road when Raphael drove out. Apparently, she had felt his coming from the room. That was why she came out to wait for him. When she waved her hand at the car, the young man stopped and whined down the glass of the black Lexus.

“Young girl, are you going somewhere?” he asked her.

Eniola nodded her head. “To the market.” she replied, feeling her heart beating faster than initial. “Can you help me, please?” she added immaturely.

“Why not?” The man opened the door, she entered and they drove off…..
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Isiala came out with a large old book. He flipped several pages swiftly as he took back his seat why Gbenga and Ayomide watched him in anticipation. Suddenly, they heard him reading aloud. “From 1802, there lived the family of Sawadogo who their blood were used to win wars and to heal some tremendous diseases with difficult conditions attached to them. Because of this, they were dying from all manner of ways, madness, cripple, blindness, etc. They were called the Hugos from Burkina Faso a landlocked country in West Africa,, bordered by Mali to the northwest, Niger to the northeast, Benin to the southeast, Togo and Ghana to the south, and the Ivory Coast to the southwest.” He looked up at them.

“Are you saying Claude is Hugo and he is from Burkina Faso?” Ayomide asked.

“I think so.You said he speaks french and Burkina Faso official language is french. Abosede believed Hugo’s have gone extinct. He would have been surprised to hear this if he was alive.” Isiala replied.

“What is he doing in Nigeria then?”

“I don’t think the Hugo is alone and his mission in Nigeria is what I do not know. Mind you, many are looking for them to exploit the ability of their blood, so who knows, he might be in danger.”

Gbenga cleared his throat again and hit his staff on the floor. “They say Birds sing not because they have answers but because they have songs. What is the way forward now for her little daughter who is so obsess with this Hugo of a boy! He’s driving her crazy that she might hurt herself if she doesn’t see him, more or less be with him.”

“You learn how to cut down trees by cutting them down.” Isiala began. “To be on a safer side especially for Claude, your daughter must never set her eyes on him again. They should never cross paths again. That was why he left after using his blood to heal your daughter’s deafness because we don’t know the condition attached to it. And According to history the consequences are always; not seeing the victim, or having emotional feelings with him/her or even having s–xual intercourse and many more unbearable conditions. Furthermore, these conditions can metamorphos” he added.

“What do you mean by it can metamorphos?” Gbenga asked.

“It can move from not seeing the victim to no feelings or no talking to the victim if their blood receive any impurity like dog bite and cat scratch. So I’ll advise you to advise your daughter, let her know what might befall the little boy or both of them if they should see or do anything contrary to the condition attached to her healing.” Isiala concluded, while Gbenga shook his head pitifully because he knew how poor Eniola will feel about the decision. Even Ayomide became speechless.
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in,side the Lexus was as cool as a refrigerator. Eniola twisted her fingers uncomfortably. She glanced at the young man again. He has some beards and mustache. “Do you know who Claude is?” she broke the silence.

“Claude?” Raphael repeated. “No, as a matter of fact. I came looking for a man called Abosede but just learnt that he’s dead.” He looked at her. “Who’s Claude and why asking me?”

“He’s my friend and he’s missing” Eniola’s mouth quivered in a broken cry. “And I’m very sure you’ve come in contact with him. Please, I beg you, take me to him.”

Raphael became astonished. He slowed down. Truly, he didn’t know that the Hugo his mother captured was Claude as he was known by Eniola. So he couldn’t put a finger on the particular person she was emotionally complaining of.

“Girl, I sincerely do not know who you’re talking about. I’m ready to find him for you.” he said.

“Really?”

“Yes, what can I do?”

“Just take me to the place you’re going.” Eniola replied.

“What!?” Raphael totally stopped the car. “I don’t think I can do that. Is several kilometers from here. I’m sorry, you need to get down from my car.” He ordered.

“Please, I beg you!” Eniola pleaded but Raphael ended up driving her away from the car. That was at the main road. Quickly, Eniola booked a cab and followed him immediately. It was a long drive, paying the cab man wouldn’t be a problem to her because not only did she still her mother’s money, she had her ATM card too.

Raphael pulled over in front of a warehouse where Claude hung on a rope without knowing Eniola was a few meters away watching him. When he entered into the warehouse, Eniola came out too, paid the driver and began to run into the warehouse too…….
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