GUN POINT [II]

GUN POINT [II]

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Ahmed was born as a twin at Room Nine in the fourth floor of the Jason Memorial Hospital, Ikeja. His mother had passed out after his birth, giving Dr. Simon the ample opportunity to carry out his plan.

8months ago, a convoy of 4 black SUV's parked on a dirty track close to the Mainland Bridge. A lady in her late forties, clad in a black satin Mandy Dress, a pair of black Prada wedge, a heavy makeup that disguised her face and a black head cover walked down the Mainland Bridge with Dr. Simon on Navy Blue Paul Smith polo, black Camsi denim and a black Angelo Jude sneakers. Both walked side by side, as they were locked in a serious discussion.

"I still don't get why you decided we meet at the bridge, you could have chosen my office or yours" Simon asked, a bit perplexed.

The lady adjusted her head cover, allowing Simon to catch a whiff of her Victoria Secrets perfume.

"Relax Doc, the air is cool here" she paused and walked to the rail, and Simon joined her "look at the water, everything seems cool, at the same time everything is not cool"

The pressure of the suspense was already piling up on the Doc. He couldn't believe that he was standing at the Mainland Bridge by 2am. He remembered his wife, how she would be enjoying their king size bed alone, with the thoughts that her husband was saving lives at the hospital, because that was the excuse that allowed him out.

"I chose here because of the degree of what we are about to discuss" Simon was cut of his thoughts, and he allowed it trail, and paid attention to what the lady had to say.

The lady smiled in satisfaction, as she had successfully built the suspense, and watching the effects on Simon gave her the urge to do more. She could see the goose pimples on the doctor's skin, and the restlessness on his face, even out in the cold weather, he was sweating profusely.

Gradually, her smiled twine into a stern, expressionless look. She was ready to start the discussion that had kept her awake and standing out on the bridge under the heavy night cold, instead of lying in the comfort of the canopy bed in her mansion at Banana Island.

"Dr. Simon Owoseni" she said with sarcasm, "I am surprised you haven't changed your identity, I thought it would be hard to find you" she chuckled "but in the global village which the world has become, you were just like a grammatical blunder in a sentence, very easy to find"

The Doctor was not certain, as to the point the lady was driving at, but he hoped she wasn't about tying him to the past he has been running away from. He hated the lady, because she knew a secret that could cost him everything he had worked had to build.

"I called you out here because...

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TUN/0025//26/02/15

GUN POINT

GUN POINT
 

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Martha couldn't stand the sight of the nozzles of assault rifles pointed at her, and the MP4 pointed at her 6 months old baby. She was the only one with a lesser gun, a 34" automatic she pointed at her dad.

Her mum had been shot in the head when the Insurgents invaded their house. She was now standing between two dilemmas, to either shoot her dad or allow her 6months old baby sliced with the knife of the invaders. 

Killing her dad was a taboo she wouldn't have considered even in an insane state, she would prefer to die before she put a bullet in her father's skull, but her life was not an option. The leader of the gang had taken interest in her beauty, and was ready to spare her. Her baby would die if she doesn't kill her dad.

Clad in a black silk dress, Martha stood before her father with a strong grip on the automatic, her veins were visible, and goose pimples were all over her body. Her eyes were now red from the tears she had been crying. Her mind was blank; she tried to remember the number of bullets an automatic could carry, 6 or 8. She couldn't remember she had never seen one before; her only picture of an automatic was from the novels she had read. She thought of taken on the terrorists, but how many of them would she take down before her cartridge becomes empty, she had no experience of how to fight, she had thought it to be useless each time her dad taught her in their farm. She was a girl and had no intention of joining the army, though her dad had such plans for her. 

The shrill cry of mercy from her baby got her mingling in tears, faced with this option, Ozoani was ready to die, but he pleaded with the monsters to take his life themselves, knowing the trauma they were putting his daughter through. When he saw that the invaders wouldn't heed to his cry, he pleaded with the daughter to take his life, so as to save the baby.

"Take my life dear" he said between tears "it's the only option we have to keep the baby safe"

"I can't take your life dad, I will rather die than..."

She was cut short by her dad, who became stern and serious in order to make his daughter do his wish

"Listen, Listen to me, I am old, and that baby needs you more than she needs me. Pull the trigger child, we have no time"

The leader of the gang, a dark athletic built male of over 6ft with a deep scar across his left cheek was already growing impatient of the drama, he let out a warning shot in the air, and in the commotion of the fright caused by the shot, another shot was heard, and Ozoani was dead, a bullet drilling a hole into his skull.

Martha froze in shock, her hands trembling; the automatic was already lying on the floor. Her eyes were wide open, and looked like they were going to pop out of their sockets, her mouth was wide open in disbelief, had she pulled the trigger in confusion? Her strength was gone, she slumped on her knee, and like a rehearsed script, she began wailing, rolling on her Dad who was already soaked in blood.

"No, No No. Dad you can't go..."

The leader of the gang made an attempt to drag her up from the corpse, but Martha stuck to her dad, even the cry from her baby was not enough to drag her up. It took the extra efforts of 2 other terrorists to get her up and steady her to her feet, while the leader handed the baby to her, he had seen what happened, Ozoani had pulled the trigger of the automatic when the warning shot was fired. He had probably done so to save his family after realizing his daughter might not do so.

It didn't occur to Ahmed, the leader of the gang, that he had just prompted the killing of his father, while watching his twin sister quake in shock.

Ahmed was born as...

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TUN/0024//26/02/15

DESTINY OR FATE?

DESTINY OR FATE?

There he sat, wondering why he was broke
If being broke was funny, he would never be out of jokes
There he sat thinking, hand on his chin
The world seemed to have stopped, at least for him
It didn't use to be like this, he wasn't always sad
Until death came from nowhere and took away his dad
Uncles and other relations came and took all their properties
Accused his mother of murder and all sorts of atrocities
And so they left the house, empty-handed
He, his mother and his 2 siblings heavy hearted
He knew in this journey called life, he had approached a bend
He knew all would get better, it was far from the end
But nothing was really moving, everything was stagnant
His younger brother had just gotten a girl pregnant
Final year in the university, trying hard to cope
Still being optimistic. So high were his hopes
All he wanted was to give his mother a reason to smile
He knew he would do it. Though it was going to take a while
Still sitting down thinking, he finally let out a sigh
He decided to do the best he could and leave the rest for the Most High
And so, the mother had all her hope in her son
She knew one day, he was going to shine brighter than the sun
Graduation soon came, he came out top of his class
The 1st First Class student of the department, he broke the record like it was glass
Fortunately, he was called to work for a big company
With a huge salary, a car and a house to accompany
Taking his bath excitedly on that Monday morning, he fell in his bath tub
Sadly, he died the day he was to start job
His mother died of shock. In him was her faith
Is dying at such a time his destiny or is it just fate?

 

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THE JOURNEY TO GRADUATION

THE JOURNEY TO GRADUATION

One day it shall be a blissful remembrance of how we passed through that beautiful entrance, into this excellence, discipline, and self reliance globe, with our dreams in a big brown envelope; the administrative staffs that embraced us with radiant beaming, the non- academic staffs that took us as pleasant darlings, the banks that saluted us as buoyant mayors, and our lecturers that became our constant mentors. 

The journey of our dreams had just began; our quest to be genuine giants in this citadel of excellence.

          A lot of people think they stayed in this school long enough to be called elders, they would walk up to us to say a lot of boring shit in the name of advice. Somehow we know nothing, so we just sit and listen.

          By now you must have received a dozen fliers containing some kind of irritating information on different aspects ranging from Campus Fellowship, Politics, Job Opportunities and many more. Don’t worry, we are bound to receive more, but in case you want to discard any of them, like I know we might naturally want to, please don’t litter the campus, you can learn some basketball skills by throwing them inside the nearest waste bin. It is called free-throw, and no one will harass you.

          They must have told you that you can’t cross the Campus gate, if you are indecently dressed. They might be right, but the girl sitting next to me at the moment is flaunting the cleavage of her round orange breasts, and I bet her lingerie must show if she bends to pick a pen. Oh! She didn’t use the gate, she probably used the fence or maybe she is decently dressed, after all, indecent dressing is just a dress code you morally perceive to be bad. Meanwhile another man’s meat is another man’s poison.

          We shall hear a lot of advices, even from psychopaths that need rehab; they shall all advice us, because we are fresher’s. But only the fools amongst us shall heed to all the advices, the wise shall scan and sieve the best.

          Just like #OneNigerianGirl said, never fall prey to the whims of the stereotype bullies, who will want you to use mascara and brown powder because they think it will make you more beautiful, or wear bum shorts, because they think you have the kind of sexy legs the guys want.

          Nobody has the right to set the moral path for you. You are the one to decide the path you wish to follow in this journey to Graduation.

          Be careful with the number of courses you may wish to carryover, so as to avoid staying behind after your mates leave for Chibok to serve our fatherland.

          Today, we feel happy embarking on this journey to graduation; we hope to leave wonderful legacies that will blow our trumpets after we graduate from this campus of Excellence, Discipline, and Self Reliance.

Until then...

I recognize the intellectual creativity of  OGBONNAYA CHINEDU a graduate of UNIZIK. Your poem, inspired my write up. thanks

Augustus Bill

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