Irene Aphmau Novels & Stories

Ruby had also stayed back with her. Madison had a slight headache, so she didn't join them. Although the real reason was because she was still mad at Raphael. As usual Alexandra and Ruby are busy maunching different varieties of cereals in the kitchen, talking about nothing reasonable, just some random talks. Ruby phone suddenly rings. Alexandra watches her check the caller ID, her face morphs into a frown, before putting the phone away. The phone rings four more times, she also ignores it, this act makes Alexandra question why she didn't pick the call.

They had spaghetti, fruit salad, and a cake with a candle shaped 18 on it. Ellaine was forced to speak just to break the awkward silence, “Auntie, a while ago I met a strange woman. Her name is Margarette.” “Margarette? I don’t know a woman named Margarette living in the neighborhood.” “Maybe that’s because she’s living near the city proper. She has this shop selling weird stuffs as well.” Ellaine was not interested in eating her spaghetti anymore. She was merely poking it with her fork. “What kind of weird stuffs?”

She had struggled recalling the events. She shut her seconds and racked her head more and slowly she began to things remember bits by bits. “The huge terrifying man had approached me and…I was going to stab him…yes, stab him…but…but then what happened again…fuvk! that is as far as I can recall…what do they keep doing to my body…” She groaned. “Oh heavens, I knew those people were bad luck and horrible people. I should report them to the cops to save lives.” She marched to the telephone to call the cops but then she realized she couldn’t even tell their location or house number.

'Adolf's shadow' was the name she earned due to how inept and cruel she was to her targets. She remembered how she felt as if a part of her humanity crumbled off every time she took a life until a time came when she felt nothing. Like the man who felt nothing as he toyed around with women’s hearts, she had no regard for other people and was selfish of her own happiness and pleasure. She then snapped out of her own maze of reminiscence and started her busy day.

“She wrote: my grandmother’s name was Hauwa Musa. She was born in 1941 in Kano State. She died in 2003 of a neurological condition that no doctor in her community could explain. The sixth field documentation from 1983 describes the agricultural compound use in her village and the neurological pathway it damaged. She is in the documentation. She has been in it since 1983. She just did not know it yet.” Sera was very still. Hauwa Musa. Born 1941. Died 2003. Named in the sixth field documentation from 1983. In the research a twenty-three-year-old was building in Edinburgh when someone flagged her work as a threat. In the permanent record since 1983 without knowing it. “Send the section to Amara