Bolu
"Hurry!"
"In a minute, I just need to fix this."
"Fix what?"
"My eyebrows, I drew them wrong."
"Do you even have to draw them?"
It was Ruby. She was in the sitting room waiting for me to come out, so we could head to the park. She was impatient and wouldn't let me get done with the finishing touches of my make up. I could imagine her throwing her hands up in frustration, and pacing back and forth with her skinny legs. Blowing out a big puff of breath, like she used to, when she was loosing her patience.
"Yes, to make my face look perfect. I have to." I smiled, finally replying to her question.
"Your face l
Charles Three weeks and still no sign of Ruby. I was worried, restless, having sleepless nights, constant headache from over thinking, tensed. Constantly loosing focus and couldn't concentrate on anything.All I thought about was my missing daughter.A child that was young, unmarked by anything was out on the dangerous streets of Lagos. A state that consisted of twenty million people. With plenty of visitors from all over the globe.We searched all over the city, but we couldn't find her. As the days went by began undergoing a great disorder of uncertainty. With great fear that I had completely lost her.I cried, in my heart. Because I was a man and couldn't cry out. Tough men didn't cry right? Even if their life
Charles"She use to sleep out with the cats, at nightfall." The middled age man informed us. And his wife nodded in agreement to this. They were the couple who had gone to report that they had seen Ruby."It wasn't her you saw. Ruby is allergic to cats. She doesn't even go close to them." I replied rising to my feet to leave. Fighting the urge not to slam my fist against a wall, repeatedly.I clenched and unclenched my fists, ticking my jaw till it hurt.Max motioned for me to wait."You just saw a homeless kid sleep out with your cats and you assumed it was his kid?" Max questioned them.He too was angry as I was, but he kept a straight face. Unlike me, he was good at schooling his anger. Because if he let's it get the best of him,
BoluWhen he had asked if Ruby was my kid, I wanted to say no, but I couldn't. She was just so adorable and calling her mine wouldn't hurt. In fact I liked it.Dad was okay with me keeping Ruby,but mom didn't like the idea, she had said people would say I had adopted a child because I refused to get married. She even told me to return Ruby back to where I had touch her. As if I would.Mother's could be frustrating at times.You were still a child to them, despite being three decades and a few years.You were always wrong, no matter what you did. If you take actions without consulting them, because they felt they were always right.She had clearly said that because she didn't know who Ruby was. If she had known, she would want
CharlesI was pissed. Max refused to let me have more than two bottles of beer. He had said he didn't want me to get drunk.He was a good friend and cared about my well-being, but that didn't stop from having this urge to continually punch him in the face."Give him a fruit juice like limeades with ice cubes in it. He needs it to cool his brain." Max told the bartender and I shot him a death glare."Stop doing this to yourself, man. Ruby would want you to be strong wherever she is. You're acting like shit.""You are shit." I insulted."You're making a big mess of yourself."I knew he was right, but I just ignored him. I was tired of repeatedly hearing such words. I just wanted Ruby back
MiaLife was unpredictable. And comical. The least things we expect, occur. Putting a stamp to the fact that, the only thing that is constant is change. That people change. Even the most rigid cold hearted person, could turn into a big softie, in a blink of an eye. Could soften at words that touched their hearts.I couldn't believe all that had happened. It was too good to be true. Making my chest full with invisible bubbles. Confusing the shit out of my senses.I heaved deeply, when I allowed my thoughts to flip over to Alex.At first the almighty Alex, had cried over what I had been through. It was the last thing I expected from him of all people. He was a hard man. Nothing moved him. He could be the meanest person ever. Always making use of harsh and hurtful words on
MiaWhen Alex's car drove out of the compound, I decided to take the dogs out for a walk. To free my limbs and my mind off him.The estate was big, and filled with wealthy people. So I could see people jugging and carrying out exercise. And they were staring at me, like I was someone foreign. Plus the dogs were huge like horses, making people back away in fear.I was in their middle, holding their massive chains. My hair was in a messy bun at the top of my head. I hadn't had the time to shower or brush my hair. I was putting on my cotton see through shirt, shorts and flip-flops.I felt a little bit free, like a normal person, like didn't have problems and my life was at risk."Are these dogs yours?" A guy who was jogging at my side, asked me in a fak
MiaI froze when I turned around to see the owner of the voice.It was no other person than Rachel Okafor.Holy freaking Molly.What was she doing out here? Where are her body guards?She had her behind rested against her range Rover Jeep. Dressed in a black expensive, official business suit pants that was ironed to crispy perfection, and black stiletto heels. Her artificial long blonde hair was pulled back into a pony tail. Her make up was light. Giving her the exact Barbie girl look. A Barbie in suit, that had this authoritative aura around her.I haven't talked to her before, was deprived off the opportunity to see her or speak with her one on one.But here she was, because she wanted to see me? Why?
MiaI was feeling itchy, sweaty and gummy all over, so I rushed into the bathroom to take a long long bath.I carried on washing my hair at first, because it was damp with sweat. When I was done, I gave my body a thorough washing, brushed my teeth, scrub and gave my tongue good lashing, before making use of the mouth wash.I stepped out when I felt human again, and wore a white rob which I discovered in the wardrobe and was towel drying my hair, humming along with the birds on the trees, when I heard a gunshot.I shuddered and the towel fell off my hands.What the hell just happened?Was that really a gun shot?I was contemplating on if it was really a gun shot, or it was something different, until I heard anot