บททั้งหมดของ SOUGHT-AFTER PEACE: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

         Striding past the large reception with the clerk maintaining a serious look as with focus, he bowed his head low in accord; Linda Solanke ignored with a glaring frown pulverizing her innermost feelings. Earlier, she noticed the rigorous effort which he had devoted to ironing his striped T-shirt with the vivid, smooth texture of the shirt pleading to be touched.              “Just how Kevin’s shirt was – smooth and neat.” she quailed, frowning for she knew the mistake she had made. She pledged never to utter the name yet her lips were an object of betrayal. Nodding in response to the resonant greetings from her workers, Linda stopped – glancing curiously at them as a teacher would steadily count his pupils to be sure of how accurate the attendance of the day was and why Sandra was absent for the class. They were all present, in dazzling and suiting office wears and behind the large office table with long star

" I am Inspector Chuwkuma and he is Detective Mark. We are from Elewe police station. We received a complaint and heard of the recent robbery and how belongings were despoiled and plundered. I'm certain the thieves are the same people we've been ransacking everywhere for, they move from street to street to collect with coercion, the hard - earned money and possession of others. We will continue with our investigation but we'll need information from you all. Who is Bode, please? " Bode watched the short, stubby man in black police uniform rattled, gesticulating with a black pistol beside his gird. 

Bode stamped his right foot on the small ant which had encroached his privacy by laying comfortably beside him. He felt irked by the mosquito bites he had suffered for three days and the tiny lumps gaining territory over his cracked skin. His bloodshot eyes stared at empty space as he brood , mesmerizing with his mind so far away. A cold surge of emotions overwhelmed him as he crouched, feeling the urge to micturate while he glanced at the dust-coated paint pail at the farther end of the cell. He wondered if his mother had hear about his arrest yet and how loudly she will yell like one grieving a dead child. He felt his body ache and pain suppressing his bod. He resented himself now that he was in a gruesome situation as this and like a peripatetic overseeing a city - his place of tour; he stared - his chin with beads scanty as it rested on his coarse palms. He was wounded with his soul and mind. Now he felt battered and the arid environment wasn’t soothing to him.He could re

With beads of sweat thinly plastered on his forehead trickling down his nose amidst the soft wind rustling by and his tears eyes tinged from an open fire next to a food seller joint. Bode bound past,  his legs aching and feet coated with dust. He walked on, avoiding the cans and empty water bags scattered partingly on the road, repugnant water peering from gutters. The sky was clay-like, girded by heap of greyish color and riant rays emitting from its beautiful abode.                   “Been long I’ve been to this place. More peaceful than my habitat. “ Bode mumbled, grunting as he bent, regarding a tall, dark woman braiding a little girl’s hair, her head stuck between her huge thighs. Bode trudged, walking down a street. He greeted some women sitting outside a bungalow - all attending to different chores with some semi-naked kids with exposed t

           Linda scowled, her dry palms inclining on her bosom. Her palpitation increased and rapidly, her heart throbbed while she walked with her shoulders, bent and dropping like a limp noodle falling from the dish it inclines on. She stared like her vision was blank - like a myopic one whose sight was failing and couldn’t distinguish black from white or outdoor from indoor and it was vivid she had a lot in her mind. The sun had rose , emitting fluorescent beams. Linda squinted her eyes - raising the car’s bonnets as she stared, unsure of what to touch or change. She was two streets away from her home - heading to work and in a split second, the car had stopped. She graciously stood, a car sped past. She entered, sitting awhile and wondering if to go back home or inform her father to send a driver over. She suspired, picking up her phone as it chimed.