The autobiography of the sorrowful life of a young boy amidst joy. A cruel and unforgettable past. Wickedness beyond recognition. Born to a busy and ignorant father. Nurtured in the cruel arms of his stepmother. Fate, love and hurdles surround his young life. Having God as the only voice that listens to him. Holding on to hope that light still exists at the end of the tunnel - A moral-filled book that threatens to keep you glued until the end. A book based on African settings, names and themes.
더 보기Dressed in a plain white sleeve, with a cobalt blue coat draped over a smart pair of trousers of the same tone, and an attractive pair of cufflinks holding on to his cuffs was Professor Wole. With the properly knotted polka dot tie on his neck, he looked exquisitely dashing!
It was his 64th birthday. At 64 years of age, Professor Oluwole Ajayimore looked more youthful than his age foretold of him. His years on earth had taken so little a toll on his physical appearance.
I looked at my eyes in the mirror as I adjusted my crooked but ever functioning glasses. I could see the healed scar still placed on it. My face still bore the scars of a past bruise, a very dreadful experience that I would forever hark back to.
I lifted my eyes to my old but treasured collection on my bedroom shelf and gave a smile. I took a picture frame of himself off the shelf stared at it and beaming with smiles and light laughter in between, I held it close to my chest. So close that it threatened to sink into my heart but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The memories that it enables me to ever keep in mind were so valuable and cherished by me that sinking it into my heart was the least of my worries. So to say, it deserved a place in the organ that pumps my blood.
I smiled once again taking it off my chest and giving it another stare that was sooner followed by a tear, a tear of joy directly above smiles. Those type of smiles that arose from the joy and happiness gotten from an accomplished aim.
As a matter of fact, he had gotten so much pain from his life. The life he had lived in as a juvenile had showed him her ugly sides majorly, but still, he has always been a wrestler with fate, who did not always want him to bear a beam and he had a couple of physical scars to prove that.
I dipped my hand into the pocket of my tuxedo and pulled with it my asthmatic inhaler. I took my inhaler in my hand then without wasting much of a time exposing it, I dragged a long puff.
Oluwole held the picture back to his chest burying it deep into his tuxedo.
So was the mid-morning of the old Professor. Once more, looking at the picture in his slightly wrinkled hands, he led himself in a blur back to his painful past. David blurred himself to the days of his juvenile agonies. To his days of suffering and sorrow. His days of been stripped and rejected by the society he had called his home.
Born in Lagos State, Nigeria, Oluwole David Ajayimore was rather odd at birth. Unlike most children, Oluwole did not cry at birth. He just stared blankly at his apparent environment. It took several attempts by the nursing attendants to get him to shoot out a sob. A sob that after much pressure brought about a diminutive outpour of tears. He had those cute, dreamy set of eyes that made him greatly admired as an infant. He was neither too fat nor too slim, he was perfect. He had a smooth hair texture and was a great beauty to behold. Baby Oluwole could even pass for a baby from a royal lineage as he had the physical makings of a prince. He was wonderfully made.
Oluwole had the resemblance of his mother, although he was never privileged to meet her. He at often times had wondered what she would have looked and been like. How an actual human being charged with the care and love of being his mother would have felt like.
Mrs. Rose Ajayimore had died after labor.
Oluwole was her first child after several years of unfruitful marriage with his father, Tunde. She was born in Delta State, Nigeria and was a devoted Catholic by faith.
She was fair in complexion, tall and had rosy cheeks. Rose also had to herself a very friendly and caring personality. She often had her hair up in curls. She was a Masters’ Degree holder, after studying Nursing in the prestigious University of Ibadan, most commonly referred to as U.I.
Oluwole’s father, Dr. Tunde Ajayimore had married her at the age of 37. They had both met in a Catholic Church convection at Ogun State, Nigeria in the year 1993. After the liturgical mass, a few hours into the program, Tunde had seen a not-so-young lady collapse on the ground.
Rose was an asthmatic patient and had collapsed due to the lack of proper ventilation, resulting from the large population that beheld the hall.
Thankfully, she had not fallen far from the young doctor – Tunde.
“Give her some space, help me get her out of here.” Tunde said carrying her bag in one hand and trying to help her up with the other.
With the help of a young man, he brought her out of the hall and into an open field. He tried various methods of resuscitation on Rose with the inhaler he found in her bag, until she finally woke up. Tunde gave her sometime to refresh her air circulation before opening up to speak to her. He later narrated all what had happened to her as far as he was aware of and Rose had no doubt that it was true because she had been involved in similar experiences in the past.
“Can I have my inhaler back? Please?” Rose asked for her inhaler.
“Sure!” responded Tunde handing over the medically manufactured asthmatic inhaler into her custody.
“Thank you!” exclaimed Rose with full smiles.
She quickly opened it up and took a few more puffs making sure to do with it, the gentle inhaling and exhaling exercises she was familiar with.
Seeing the young lady relieved, the small crowd of concerned persons and onlookers that had gathered due to self-concern on the young lady turned and had themselves slowly dispersed back into the hall.
Tunde was putting on a fashionable men’s suit. His hair was fuzzy and he also had a pair of glasses on, which made him look very gentlemanly, more than most cases with his medical wears.
“Thank you so much. I got carried away by the program and lost consciousness of the state of my environment.” Rose said back on her feet now, deeply grateful for his timely assistance.
They both got up onto a side bench and took their seats. With the young doctor breaking the establishing silence, Tunde and Rose begun a conversation.
“I take it that you are an asthmatic so I would give you a little tip. Next time, that is if there would be one, when you plan to attend an occasion such as this, do try to take a few rounds of fresh air in a more aerated environment.” “I am Dr. Tunde by the way.” the not-so-young man said stretching out his hand for a handshake.
Taking his hands in hers gently, Rose replied – “Miss Rose Obih.”
Rose was a nurse by profession at the reputed Johnsons hospital, Ughelli, Delta State. Rose was on a short sleeved blouse, a flowery patterned skirt and a colorful and at some areas, nude pair of flats. She also had a silk scarf wrapped around her hair that had now turned into a ring of tangled curls, as a result of the little incident.
Soon, they went into a long conversation, exchanged phone numbers and returned back into the tall with beaming smiles on their faces.
All those moments were all in the past now.
After Rose’ death, Tunde had himself married to another wife. Not exactly because he was in love again or wanted more kids, but because of young Wole. Tunde did not want him to grow up without the motherly love that he himself wasn’t privileged to have as a young child.
Tunde was raised up as a ward in St. Theresa’s Catholic orphanage, Warri, Delta State. He never experienced true motherly affection. Back at the orphanage where he was raised, all the children were treated fairly, although some a bit more fairly than others.
The Bishop of the preceding Catholic Diocese (Warri Diocese) sponsored and ran the operations of the entire orphanage, which included the education, feeding and accommodation of the children.
The name of the founding Bishop was Bishop Benedict O. Ajayimore.
Tunde had to struggle with life and the challenges that it brought his way, even up until he eventually graduated with a First Class Degree in Medicine and Surgery.
At just about 3 years of age, Oluwole also started exhibiting the signs and symptoms of asthma and after a thorough medical examination, he was diagnosed positive. This however did not come as a surprise to Tunde, judging by the fact that his mom, Rose also had the disease.
At 7 years, he was fit to take his medications by himself and had mastered proper use of his inhaler.
This moved him even more into marrying his second wife, Mrs. Katherine Ajayimore, who was an Anglican by faith. A tall and lanky lady with a hypocritical personality in her early thirties. It took a long while of courtship before Tunde finally proposed to her.
After their marriage, she still attended the church of her faith and took Oluwole along with her sometimes - when Tunde wasn’t chanced to take him to his own church.
After Oluwole’s baptism, Tunde bore within himself great dreams for him. Often at times, when they played together, he would imagine the bright future he intended on ensuring Oluwole had. Whether or not those dreams and imaginations would come into actualization, even Tunde himself wondered.
Chapter Seven DEUCALION I lay her down on the bed I hope to share with her from now on, and gaze down at her curvy figure. My mate is gorgeous. I never thought I would find her. Shit, I gave up thinking she was dead so don’t blame me for marking her the second I had the chance. She has the heart of a hybrid Alpha in her hands; she just doesn’t know it yet. ‘Cover her nicely,’ Karnage, my wolf, says in a low whisper, calming down for the first time since he picked up her scent. I smile, realizing this is the first time the word ‘nice’ came out of him. I came to New York to appease my uncle’s wishes of attending the wedding of a friend’s daughter. Karnage went crazy the instant I drove into the venue. I didn’t know what it was about until I picked up the heavenly scent surrounding the hall. The most shocking thing happened when I walked in and both Karnage and Kanine said the word, MATE when my eyes met hers. I swear to the Goddess, if I didn’t have good reason to be there, I
Chapter 12James Harvey ~“You shouldn’t be saying this nonsensical words to me! If you have any issue with the message that I just delivered, I advise you go and rain them down on Cassius himself and not I.” I said with a grunt as I leapt to the healing pool where we got our health from through Cassius.Amongst all the creatures who has step foot into the lycan lands, I was the only one privilege to call who they know as ‘the almighty’ by his actual name ‘Cassius’. I was given some respect and fear as the supreme leader over all the leagues of lycans under the rule of Cassius.Rather than respond verbally to what I just said, Aaron just fixed a firm glance at me and growled heavily. He might be an alpha but right here and right now, I was the alpha of alphas. The only one above me was Cassius.“Like you were to do any better.” he added making me stop in my tracks.“Cont
Chapter 13Ryan McFlame ~For about nine hundred years, I have led the rest of my brothers who survived the awful fate of our kind. We took refuge in the deserts, the only place that nature allowed us to possess.We made it our home.Amongst some other creatures we walked and lived.Our true nature at times brought us some trouble along the way but we always made it out in one piece.All hell was let loose when we were ambushed by some lycan creatures who surprisingly didn’t seem like the ones that I had known them to be. After a brutal fight, we to escape into the skies.After the attack, we knew that someone out there was in for us. We are the last phoenixes that escaped a very powerful curse meant to bring about our extinction so I guess that’s enough reason to have jealousy over us and our abilities.But what’s the point if we are immortals? Even if the certain someone catches us there&rs
Chapter 15Alessia Claw ~After I had shown Ryan and the rest of the league of phoenixes to where they could pass the night, I went straight to mine. About six hours ago, I was a locked up prisoner to one of the most or rather, the cruelest being in existence but I still had my child.I still had my Elena.I thought by escaping to meet my brother Frederick, we both would be safe but it seems that even the royal army of vampyres were no match for the sole mastermind surrounding what has happened to my kingdom and is gradually spreading all through this world – Lord Cassius.Along the way, I lost my baby to the human world without an iota of hope that I’ll always be there form her. My best friend, Sofia had to become the one who is to be her mother there.I had agreed with Frederick that I won’t try to bring her back until it’s the right time, I won’t have any witch or warlock bring
Chapter 16Alessia Claw ~“How is that happening say more of possible?” Morgana asked ending the mirror spell. “Weren’t the extinct ancestral warlocks and witches the only ones capable of making such portals at will? Even my magic can’t make a portal such as that.” she added with a grin on her face.“Yes! That’s a problem but right now, we have more to worry about and these lycans and the man whom I suspect to be their master are ranking the list.” “Go and get Frederick! We have to sound the coven’s alarm. Those lycans are going to be here anytime and I have a bad feeling that it’s for the both of us.” I added letting Morgana know that I meant those words.Without another word, Morgana headed to Frederick’s chambers while I went for Liam’s. I got there and knocked on the doors of his chambers. With a stern face, he opened the
Chapter 18Ryan McFlame ~“My master needs you alive and going if not, I would have loved to make bird soup out of you.” The lycan added walking up to me.“In your dreams!” I said making a ball of fire in my hands and threw it at him while my bruise healed.“Don’t waste your strength.” he said dodging the fireball. “Cassius is getting your abilities. The sooner you and they all accept that, the quicker we can get out of this coven.” he added raising me up with both hands by the neck.“Not on my watch!!!” stormed Frederick running the lycan through with his sword by the chest. “I told you to get off the back of the Royal family! You should have listened! You should have never came near Alessia!!!” he added taking the sword deeper into his chest.“Caaassiuus!!!” screeched the lyca
Chapter 19Ryan McFlame“My master needs you alive and going if not, I would have loved to make bird soup out of you.” The lycan added walking up to me.“In your dreams!” I said making a ball of fire in my hands and threw it at him while my bruise healed.“Don’t waste your strength.” he said dodging the fireball. “Cassius is getting your abilities. The sooner you and they all accept that, the quicker we can get out of this coven.” he added raising me up with both hands by the neck.“Not on my watch!!!” stormed Frederick running the lycan through with his sword by the chest. “I told you to get off the back of the Royal family! You should have listened! You should have never came near Alessia!!!” he added taking the sword deeper into his chest.“Caaassiuus!!!” screeched the
Chapter 18Ryan McFlame ~“My master needs you alive and going if not, I would have loved to make bird soup out of you.” The lycan added walking up to me.“In your dreams!” I said making a ball of fire in my hands and threw it at him while my bruise healed.“Don’t waste your strength.” he said dodging the fireball. “Cassius is getting your abilities. The sooner you and they all accept that, the quicker we can get out of this coven.” he added raising me up with both hands by the neck.“Not on my watch!!!” stormed Frederick running the lycan through with his sword by the chest. “I told you to get off the back of the Royal family! You should have listened! You should have never came near Alessia!!!” he added taking the sword deeper into his chest.“Caaassiuus!!!” screeched the lyca
Chapter 17Ryan McFlame ~Together, I and my brothers got ourselves prepared for the worst and finding Frederick and Morgana, they followed us to what those in the Eastern coven referred to as ‘The Control Room’. It was a very wide and spacious room with screens, switches and controls on one side out of four, and a couple of weapons on another side opposite to that. I watched as the lycans made their way through the gates and then proceeded into the coven.Frederick made us all equip and arm ourselves. Like him, I had no intentions of going down without a fight. The mission of those lycans is unclear so we all would have to take extreme caution. The lycans went straight to our direction. In a short while, they were just at the opposite side of the door leading in and out of the control room.At the same time as they were doing their best to break the heavy door down, a man appeared behind R
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