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Wednesday, 19 July 2017

Chained Again By Liars To The Generator Set


  Glossy skies shine and glister as tiny crystals fall from the pregnant sky. I should rejoice because it means I am no longer going to boil and burn from this heat. Instead my fear escalates and I am afraid. These hyenas think the money is mine but it's a loan, the money that is in my account isn't mine and I've given it back. I cried and pleaded but what chance does a fawn have when under arrest. I gallop and fight hard but my hands are chained to this growling monster producing light. That's it's function and what is mine?
Chained Again By Liars To The Generator Set, I do not know why this keeps happening. No this time it's not an angry abusive husband that chained his wife to a generator set. It's me a young man with a modern card, an ATM filled with cashed that these thieves in police uniform want. They have kidnapped me for information about cash that does not belong to me. I am afraid and the heat the generator set exhumes is making the chains cuffed to my hands burn. The fumes also fill my lungs with carbon monoxide and now the rain is hitting the exposed wires that could electrocute me. I surrender to their demands and send them to my house, where the ATM is. And pray my brother is suspicious and catches them in the lie.
Would they kill me after they have the cash to hide their crimes. Tears stream down my face as shame engulfs me. In my own country, my state and my hometown, this is humiliating and God please when will power supply work? I ask because it could Capture this crime, I mean that a security camera could expose this. But when a country depends on generators to su0ly power at least for twelve hours in a day minimum and petrol costs are high. Then what are our priorities? Feeding, housing or the extra expense on security cameras in case of situations like this.
The problem is that no one ever thinks this would happen to him or her. And look at how people look away because these armed men that kidnapped me and chained me to a generator set, have on police uniform.
The other criminals arrive with cash and celebrate and then he is tackled by a legit police man and overwhelmed by their numbers. Tears stream down my face as my brother shows up and hugs me. Crying I am glad I am free and happy these criminals did not bury their secrets with me. Their confessions reveal other victims and I just look up at the sky pouring down soft rains and just heave a heavy sigh of relief.
  I am free....

    Heaven is rejoicing and sending down tiny transparent jewels to earth.
I have a good feeling about today and it's been awhile since we all traveled together.
Ajoke is excited and can't wait for us to join her and Celine too.
'Are you for real?', Celine asked me.
 To understand the gravity of the question she just asked me, let me tell you where we are. We are at the airport on our way to visit a beautiful private island in Fiji. All Expenses paid by Daniel Ojora's mother, her gift to us all because her son was marrying our friend.
Nnoye, was just a character. A strange one. She told us that her other boyfriend offered us his private jet to Fiji.
 Can out just imagine?
'I snapped at her and insisted that none of us would go if she did such a ridiculously selfish thing', I tell my friend.
'Does she plan to keep seeing both men even when she marries Daniel?'
'See eh, I am sick of this her ridiculous love triangle. I am going to enjoy my trip to Fiji with my husband and friends. Nnoye is on her own'
 As if the girl could not get more annoying, she approached us grumbling.
'If we were in Idibia's private jet, we won't be on this ridiculous line in the airport'
  I count to hundred and look around for Henrik. I swear to God who made me if he takes any more' time to get back, I will kill somebody.
'Ade, are you ignoring me?'
 It was a stupid question but I smile as I spot my husband.
'Of course not, this trip is all about you. Enjoy my dear'
 I add as I stroll into Henrik arms and cup my hands around his handsome face.
If they think I will be judge and jury and help them if they get into a fight, they are joking.
Laucala Island on Nawi mountain Rikki torche here I come.
'So we are going to...', Celine adds looking at her ticket.
'Nadi airport', I answered massaging Henrik's back.
'How long will this take?', Nnoye grumbled.
I think she just was crying for attention and reminding us that she was the reason we are here.
'Does she know that you planted this trip in Daniel's mum's head. That you begged her to feign a united front for the baby's sake. And offered up Ajoke's travel agency would handle all the visa's and movement in Fiji? Does she, does she?'
 Celine could not hide her irritation and I squeezed her hand and gave her a signal.
'You miss him'
'Yes, but it was go back and take care of everyone or stay and be the only single babe on this trip'
 I chuckled, it was funny.
'Pierre can join you...'
'Can he fit?'
 The pigeon English gave her statement much more weight than she intended.
'I thought Pierre was rich?', Nnoye asked.
 So she was even listening to our talk.
'Pierre is rich but two million on tickets alone is a lot to churn out. Especially when you have kids'
'Pierre can afford it then'
 I open my mouth to protest but Celine pulls me back.
'Yes, but you plan these trips and it's best the family experience it with you...'
'Celine, don't be stingy for your man. Spend his money'
'I have mine, thank you'
 I almost fell off my heels, Henrik actually caught me. I was laughing so hard that I almost died.
 Nnoye had tears in her eyes and I could see the horror in Henrik and Celine's face.
 I have gone overboard and Nnoye wiped her years.

 This life shaaaa, my only crime is laughing ooo.

I put my hand around Nnoye who was visibly upset.
'Leaf me, jare'
'Nnoye, relax'
'You are angry with me'
 She was crying and everyone at the Lagos international airport was watching me upset this pregnant lady.
 I hug her and laugh.
'Relax my dear'
'Are we still friends?'
'Best friends', I add and she hugs me back.
'Im sorry I kissed Idibia in front of you, I just thought you would be okay with it'
 Henrik opened his mouth to protest.
'He didn't know?', Nnoye was surprised.
'I didn't tell him because I thought it was an honest mistake'
'It was and piting them against each other is. I'm done with that'
'That's the Spirit'
'But a private jet would have made this trip complete'
 I shake my head and look at Henrik, he was not happy.

  I know this is bad and our long flight out is going to be a very long one.
Na die I dey....

**Season 2, Episode 45**
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Adebusola Ukayat Elegbede is a Playwright and Content creator with a passion for real life challenges. Born in Kaduna state and lives in Lagos Nigeria, she has a passion for story telling from the perspectives of characters in conflicting situations. I started out on the New Writing Project in Nigeria with the British Council Lagos Nigeria and The Royal Court Theatre, Sloane Square U.K. My passion for creating stories led to comic books, television drama's and an online journal on my website (busolaelegbede.com). As part of the WPIC in Stockholm Sweden 2012, the experience has forged life long friends and ignited my passion as a volunteer and advocate for human rights and the United Nations 17 Sustainable Development Goals.

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