It was a full moon and the sky was cloudless. Crickets creaked and the frogs croaked their own tunes as light radiates from Lt. Thomas’ house. The family was having supper at their grand table. Mrs. Thomas emerged from the kitchen with a grin, a covered platter in both hands. As she dropped the plate, she uncovered it, revealing a full baked chicken. Everyone sighed in delight. Lt. Thomas and his three sons swallowed hard and complimented their mother’s cooking.
“Stop that Dele! Where are your manners? Your dad is supposed to be the one taking the first bite!” She playfully scolded one of her sons.
“Hahaha, let them be, my dear. They are hungry that’s all.” The lieutenant said as he twisted a lap out of the chicken to his wide mouth and took a bite.
“You’re spoiling them.” His wife said.
“We’re sorry mum!!!” The boys chorus
Water trickling, dust absorbing the wind, and forming an image, though white as snow, faceless and void, sitting on edge of Existence, the image turned into Lex.He was clad in white, neat, groomed, and shaven. A voice made his ears twitch and his eyelids part. He woke up searching for the voice, when he got up, he staggered. His balance regained, he went in search of the voice. He got to an end and found out the voice called from the opposite direction of the white environment. There seems to be no exit.Is this an Asylum? He asked himself.Lexington.He searched for the voice. Nowhere.Lexington, why do you ignore my call?Huh? The next thing was a transition, with a much clearer voice. It called on to him like a missing child whose mother called out to them.“Lex?” A voice in the back
The car came to a stop in front of the big gate and Lexington came out, carrying grocery bags with "Hallmark" written on them. He hummed a tune as he opened the small gate with one hand. He was on Nike shorts, shirt, cap, and air max. Funke had called him in the middle of a workout to get some food items for dinner which he had rushed to get. He took every chance he could get to look at her.He entered their little yet airy compound that had an overview of the whole area from the upstairs balcony. He took slow strides, allowing the post-workout blaze kick in, when his ears picked up a rustling coming from the bush nearby.He stopped in his tracks, and turned owl-like, to the direction of the noise.Something was definitely there!The groceries fell to the ground. Lex stealthily moved closer to the well gardened bush and as he got closer, a huge frame stood, towering over him.The
Inside the mildly cold office, Bob was having Hollandia. His phone’s ring annoyed him. He hated interruptions while he ate. This was the only time he was free of worry, his only leisure moment. He picked the receiver and spoke.“Who's this?”“Bob? Is that you?” Sobbing in the background, familiar voice. “I need your help!”Bob was about to ask who this was, he held himself. The police man in him figured out that it's going to be hard to keep her holding on the line for long unless you hold the conversation. If actually, she's in some deadly situation.“Calm down. Where are you?” Bob's gentle voice settled calm on Olamide's quivering shoulders. She demanded that Bob bring an ambulance.“My friend, he's been injured pretty badly. I think he might not make it.” She told the detective, with an airily fain
Inside the dark, a flickering sound and then, light. It was a long silent path way with water dripping from a distance. The walls on both sides appeared to be enclosing on Lex's with every stride behind Gbenga who had resorted to not saying a word after the little heat in the car.He tailed Gbenga until they got to a door. Gbenga unlocked it with a singular key he had brought from his pocket. Lex wondered what was beyond the door. A circle of transmutation? A line of members clad in black cloaks, holding propped candles, cups of blood? Or torture materials. His thoughts faded when he stepped into the warm, well furnished room. A whiff of puzzlement, Lex demanded where this was.Gbenga slipped his hands into his pockets. “Here, have your seat.”“Where is he?” Lex crinkled in suspicion, sensing a gleam of deviltry in Gbenga's face and voice.He lapsed into fight-back mo
The next day, Lex and Byron were getting into the car when Lex’s phone vibrated in his pocket. He picked.“Speak.”“Hello, Lexington. It has been a while.”Lex stole a glance from Byron.“I’m sorry; who’s this?”“You have forgotten my voice so soon?”How could I possibly. Fucking psychopath.“I’m sorry, I don’t think I remember,” Lex feigned ignorance.There was a long pause over the line.“Very well then, it’s god.”“It took you a while to place a call to me.” Byron eyed Lex across the stirring.“It is all for the greater good, friend. We want to see you soon; your initiation date has been set. I will send Gbenga to get yo
Nnamdi Caesar slumped into his chair. He had just finished a lawsuit successfully and went to his chambers quickly. It had been a very stressful case. Two technological giants battling for whose software was copied, of course he had known that his opponents were the owners and brains behind the eye recognition software, he had not attacked his clients for stealing the software in the first place. What was important was winning the case and that was what Caesar was good at; winning cases. And he did.Rejected by his mother at birth, baby Caesar was admitted into an orphanage home. The matrons at the orphanage were fond of the beautiful little boy whose mother had flatly rejected. They gave him special attention and care than the other orphans. The name Nnamdi Caesar was given to him by the head matron, Lady Chinwe, popularly called Chi. She especially was very fond of the little Caesar and had once told Caesar that she reminded her of her f