 
Paul a boy brought up without his father in an uncertain future. He worked towards his father and mother wish for him becoming a trained seaman with the Nigeria navy. His zeal was to go as far on seas in campaigning against crude oil theft, illegal oil bunkering, pipeline vandalism, sea piracy, fish poaching, sea murder and other illicit sea activities. Somehow, he got his full happiness of his life.

CHAPTER ONE

**THE** LAIR present in a quadruple figure with an open space littered with grosses of animals voicing out noises. The pall environment was never humane as the air was filled with putrid odour. Sitting in the midst of these animals was a big spat on my face as the smell kept streaming. My indecision was obstructed by conversations as I sat with surprise. I bent my head. "Young man are you okay?" The cold voice cut my anger. Raising my head was another thing entirely as I can clearly see two legs standing right at me with a sling walking stick. _"_ _Water!_ _"_ "Young man it seems you are tired", he said while nodding his small head. The pant I exhibited due to tiredness was of pseudo. The tall old man with his tall walking stick can be easily identified by his hoary-hair. His scary face present a sour look like a pinched taste of salt. "Do you feel like eating something?" "No. I need water first." He quickly ordered for a bowl of water from his friend who was quick in response. "Take this I know you will be okay." "Thank you sir." The water was chilled as it was finding its way to my dry throat. "I am fully okay sir." "My son anything again?" "Yes sir. I'm in need of a job." "Job?" He burst into a thunderous laugh. "Can you really do the job I consider good for you?" "why not sir. I can do any job that comes." "Hurry up and follow me", he says. My crack ribs became upright as I am about achieving my aim. We both walk in haste; getting to the cornered hamlet was long from the onset. The old man unfriendly look gradually in a massive sweat due to the journey. He paused and inquired to know my name. "I'm Paul." He briskly nodded his head. "Now Paul. Can you work in a Pen?" "Pen?" "but you said you can do any job?" "really... sir." "Well Paul: let us walk faster." He never care that he is ageing as his legs were faster than expected. "We are almost getting there—Paul." Staring at the dirty pen; my heart beat massively. "So Paul can you see that pen over there?" "Yes sir." "That is your place of duty from today." "Okay sir. Your name sir?" the old man walk straight to his hut. The wood pen was scary indeed with little wood raining on me. "How comes?" The question flowing out of my mind. The nylon on the floor where swine were sleeping was really hurtful as I suggest it must be good for covering the crack wall. The mire floor was porous. I was too tired and lonely in the abode I have not determine. "No father and mother to come to my aid. What do I do to save myself from this dying situation? am really hungry!" Resting without food in my stomach that was rumbling was so challenging. "Who do I run to? Oh God help me from my travails! I am willing to hear from you!" herd-of-swine sniffing their short narrow noses to my discouraging body. I never paid much attention to them since I was too hungry and in need of a good rest. From above the gleam stars signals the day is becoming darker. My palpitating mood was surrounded with screeches noise closer to me. The pen was unpleasant and serving as a transit for any escape from the herd-of-swine. The walls was covered with wet nylon I attached with mud. "Oh!: am I going to die here? May be yes or maybe no. But I can still survive only if this situation will be temporal." Whirr of wings flying atop the leaking roof slamming everywhere covering me. "I know this will linger for a while. I am ready to fight these to the end. You evil bird go away. Please don't disturb me!" The birds were approaching the roof with more circuitous manner. Their leisure was disturbing. Suddenly they flew away and calmness came. The quiet seconds was dramatic with a fist and bang. Silently the door was making some noisy vibration minute by minute as the room was eager to know the unknown.*

"Who might this be?" lurking footsteps was waiting for the door to be flung open in a murky atmosphere. "I demand to know your name?" "Jerry." "Who is Jerry?" "Don't be scared. It's your master." "Oh! Am sorry." The rush was quick. Opening the door was tedious as it was locked from outside. "The key master?" "Paul look around and you will find a spare key hung on one of the swine body." "Which one actually? Okay! Okay! I can see it. Come my friend. I need that which is hanging around your neck. Easy am here. Yes I have done it! Master are you still there?" "Yes I am still waiting for you." "Hold on, master! I am doing everything I can sir! The lock is stiffed." "Paul I will unlock the door from outside!" "You mean?" in a jiffy, the small doorway was welcoming with rags thrown to the direction of the mud floor. "Thanks master. A thousand blessing must await him I know that!" Crying wind forcing the door to close. Normal thick night was ever busy with its shiny stars. "I still need some food how do I get it now?" A grating voice maximizing in the dark as I became motionless. Sharp bright light radiating from the moon was really helpful as it pierced the holes of the old roof. This was quite helpful in locating the little food in the room. The herd-of-swine really enjoying the slum near the mud. It shows they were hungry by the way they are rushing to tear the torn nylon on the floor. The food we were struggling for was in a plate which was stale. Inside the plate there lay hot faeces which was interesting to eat since there was no option of any food to eat. From far hooting of the owl deterred me from sleeping as if presentiment. "This new abode will be manage pro tempore." Footstep of a prowler was zooming as the storm utter a howl. Fast slim lightning above the earth as presage to an heavy rain. Cold enough to shatter the spine was within the vicinity. No blanket to cover my body from cold. The grunting from the swine was disturbing as they were sleeping. It rained heavily in a fountain way _._ Still the wind was never hush as the hoarse voice was heard in the dark. The rain waggled. My digested food was satisfactory as I wink due to tiredness. Fruitful sleep was on its course as it led to a dream. Two muscular men burgled into where I was and held me tight as they chastised me. Any help that might occurred will be prevented by the rain. Their ambidextrous seems they were wrestlers who want to test how prowess I am. I forced out resistance to the kidnappers who kept trying to overcome me. Finally I was lifted to the huge waiting van. Yet again, the heavy downpour was horrendous. "HELP!" No one was in the mood to come out. Sitting inside the open space of the van was pleasant as there were a lot to see. "Mama!" "Are you out of your senses? don't you see we are held ... captive?" "Is just that everyone is cruel—around me!" "So you mean it?" "Yes of course." "Like how?" "I remember when I was working as a carpenter: my master always make money out of me due to my talent but still I receive pittance every day." "Your case is not as bad like mine. So ... what is your name?" "Okoh." "How on earth will someone with such a wonderful name refuse to be smart? Nevertheless, Paul is by your side." "So that is your name?"

"Yes." "So how did you end up being here Paul?" "It's really a long story but I can give you a glimpse of the whole story. I was employed as a worker in a remote area." "Like?" "I mean in the slum." "To do what?" "To feed the herd-of-swine." "What?" "Really Okoh! Mother always advice me to be a man if circumstances arise with no help." "How about your father?" "He is in the horn of Africa doing what he likes doing—searching for job for the sake of his family." "Which country is he?" "Somalia." "I hope he doesn't find it difficult there." "Is just that I haven't heard from him since." "You mean?" "I am saying that we lost contact then I was a kid." "So you must have been working towards meeting him." "Like you say." "Paul where is our captors taking us to?" "I should be asking you—Okoh." "I guess we are heading for doom. We should better plan how to escape from this place now." "Quiet!" The moving van suddenly stops as everybody was scared to their feet. Grisly look on the kidnappers was strange as they were fully ready for business. "Who goes first?" His wide mouth bursting out massive saliva like a bulldog. His wrinkle body was enticing to flies. Guns stashed to break any plan of escaping. " _So_?" blotch teeth was passing us from the kidnapper. Still perplexed over the experience our instinct couldn't foretold us of this predicament. We are all faced with death or anything that might come short of our memory. Hunting for a decent job has speak volume of itself. "You two follow me." My heart faint as our partners whose names were unknown to us alight the van and all we could heard was gunshot. "Okoh can you here that?" "Yes. Lucky to be alive Paul." The van press on sluggishly. "I feel relief Okoh." "I too Paul. Let us get set Paul. Can you see?" "What? Opening door! It must be that dangerous man; He must be planning evil against us." "Silent! don't talk. Be quiet." "So you idiot boys has the right to speak! I will show you the other side of me!" "No ... We are only chatting." The gigantic club on his hand was shaking with speed. "You what is your name?" "Okoh." "Follow me Okoh." "Have mercy on him!" "Paul please don't leave me alone!" Stylish door of the van shut. Inside the van a gloomy state ran over me. "HELP! I don't want to die! My mother needs me more! Consider me! Open the door I have something to tell you! Just believe me!" My knuckle was hitting the van. I was crying. The van was setting to stop. Suddenly the van door opens. "Get down!" The harsh word flushed. Getting down was difficult as the entire environment was strange. My eyes tied and my direction was unknown. All I could feel was that I am in a dungeon. Above me was noisy. Smelling urine spreading faster on my head. My feet move restless faster. I untied my eyes. Redolent blood was on the body of a dead creature. "HELLO!" No response from anyone. Rough night changing to morning. In the dungeon I could see what I was standing on. "It is a skeleton. HELP!! Is someone there to carry me out from this place? Whoa! It was a dream. How can I be dreaming such? This is so serious. Imagine that." Heavy litres of water was poured on my body as my master has given his boys authority. "I was too tired sir!" mopping my brow was difficult as my master's boys gathered me. Each of them were giving me hurling blows. They look adept by their scud punches. "You people are callous!" "Paul your stupidity is so much! Sleeping till this time." Everyone are merciless merely looking at them. Walking forward with pains in his eyes was the master himself— Jerry. He will decline to trade his herd-of-swine for anything else. "Forgive me sir." "I thought you are bold enough to take care of my swine. You are finished, hence, I will deal with you. I will show you who I am! open your ears very well and listen to me. Hmmm. One step and after that death is certain if I can't see my beloved swine I cherished more than you. I employed you barbarian to feed all my precious swine. You slept, now they have escaped. Where are my swine?" "Oh, they have escaped! I will check everywhere I can." "Foolish boy!" Interesting vicinity was in total still. My partners of concern ready to help me. "Master we'll join him to search for the swine." "Listen to me boys it must be good news." "Yes master!" "Master Jerry has a waspish way of handling issues." "Really?" The person speaking to me was someone I never knew his name. "I am David. Don't worry we'll assist you. Guys we need to save our pal!" David was more open than the rest. "That is Atinko, Barak, they will also assist us Paul." "How did you knew my name?" "Master Jerry told me. We need to divest for us to be successful in catching all the swine." David dumpy height can be obstacle; I was baffled on how fast would he to make a catch. We move steadily round the swamp closer to the pen. Weed-out reeds on the surface of water was smelling. We move ditto as a way of laying an ambush. The wet bare ground was difficult to walk on. All the swine were directed back to the pen. Our team-work and perseverance was a success. "Thank you everyone! I appreciate your kind concern," I expressed. Lilting and jubilation was heard everywhere, even the bushy environs can feel the ecstasy. "Paul let's go and sit at that cement bench over there so as to acquaint you of our way of life in these place. We usually go and harvest some potatoes on the farm. That's the only food to eat here." "Who planted it?" I asked. "Me of course!" "David you mean it?" "never doubt me Paul; I know Paul: this specific point in time you shall also join our team. Glad being with you." "Eating only potatoes every day! Is there no other way we can eat another food?" "No other way." "I can't still believe this. Imagine?" "that is how we have been surviving Paul." David was fast to rescue his concealed sorrow. "What of if I decide not going to the farm?" "then I can say you are preparing to die of hunger. Paul start deciding for yourself before is too late. So ... Paul be careful with the master's boy—Atinko." My mind cut-off as the information was passed to my ear. "Thanks David for that," I said. Barak who was tired as a result of hectic work sat speechless, wept as he could not remember when last he had seen his parents. He walk straight to us and inform us of how sad he was since his uncle took him away from his parents and maltreated him. "My uncle," said Barak, "had caused many harm to people all because of a plot of land he has been battling from the village clan. Wicked as he is; he only trust himself and no one else that is the reason of his wickedness." "But Barak: why would a human being presume to do evil in his mind?" "Really unfortunate as it is. Now we have to think of how to escape before we die of stress. A mission," said Barak, "You can see Atinko coming like a mad man. I am sure Master Jerry has sent him to the forest to get some firewood for him." "How did you know?" "we all know the way a man going to the forest looks. You can see his pouch hung to his shoulder." "Paul!" screamed Atinko. "Let us go to the forest!" Atinko ordered. "Forest?" "Yes." "Atinko give me more time ... please!" "hasten up as you can see we are short of time." "Just now?" "yes Paul! We will be on a donkey soonest." To me this was the best chance of vanishing. Only David and Barak would understand my plan. "Climb the donkey Paul and let us go!" I climb and sat. The ride to the forest was enjoyable. I blew out my cheeks as the air welcome us to the route I can't stop gazing at. I was hungry deep in me. My eyeballs were weak to see further. First timers if not careful will lost their way home. hunters is not seen parading themselves everywhere. "Mother! You can save me." "You are scaring me Paul." "Okay I promise to be quiet." "That will be good of you if you can." Donkey we sat on running speedily. I calmed down fear that almost led to a determination to stop. "Hurray! We have escaped. Jerry would faint if he noticed it. We're not slaves anymore!"

Riding on the unsmooth road of the forest which is rife with an afro-haircut was an herculean task. "I know this might be the first time of you been on a donkey." "You got that right, Atinko." "Different colours of birds flying; nice to see the wonders of the glade!" "I can't remember if my father has brought me to the forest to see animals." "It seems animals are something you love seeing—Paul!" "My father was an hunter; he inherited his rifle from his father when he was young." "Good to hear that, Paul." Soggy ground fizz as the donkey was walking. "Parrot!" "where Atinko?" "on the baobab tree." "I can see it!" "monkeys also hopping on tree! Paul can we get down?" "I should be the first if you delay." "Wait for me Paul!" "very soon the parrot will hide; I hate climbing trees besides my mother has warn me never to come closer to trees. an opportunity I can't just let slip by. Atinko come quickly!" "at your back already." "I almost think it was a ploy from someone." "If not only me and you I don't think a stranger is here." "Call me a stranger Atinko." "That parrot is too beautiful." "You also admire it?" I asked. "Yes Paul! I saw it first you knew that." "Well I can't argue that." "Assist me in climbing this tree." "Difficult to accomplish; Atinko you won't understand my word." "That is jealousy, Paul." "time is going." "Paul I'm good at climbing tall tree. I'll capture the parrot for you." "O, such a nice person you are... Atinko!" I fidget. Atinko began to climb the tree. It was evening and the sun was dim. I sat on the grass and watch in case any assistance is needed. "Can you see me Atinko?" I screamed. "Yellow and blue, that is the colour of your shirt Paul!" I chuckled. As fast as he was; the parrot couldn't believe Atinko is good in disguise. "In my hand! In my hand!" "be careful Atinko, don't attempt jumping down." I flatter Atinko; he crawled down. "This is it, have a look at it." Beam was on Atinko's face. "Keep it on the grass temporary since it is feeble to run." I said. "That is weird Paul!" the single step of the parrot on the grass was funny. "Let us go after it Atinko." We were smiling to us it was like a game. Our ecstasy was denied when we saw an enormous cobra by our side. We ran for safety. Fear supervened. "Where are we running to Atinko?" I asked. "Any direction Paul." The sun was soft with its red glow. We wander about to the deepest end of the forest. "You could have knew that cobra was around—Paul!" "don't say that because I have never see a cobra before." "Let us rest here Paul." "Bring out the parrot." "From where?" "your pouch." "I threw it away to the cobra!" "I love the colour of the feather." "Forget about that Paul and let us get set to go to anywhere we can live." "How do we explain this to Master Jerry?" "Paul we have escaped from the idiot." "Why would you?" "Yes of course; the old bastard is a fool. I have worked with him as a slave for almost ten years without achievement. Often he flow out curses to my families and generations." "How could he?" I questioned. "Just because the old bastard has no family. He lost everything he has when his families were set ablaze in the building they reside." "How did it happen?" "a long time ago as he told me, he was a young man every ladies admire due to his promising future. Good in wrestling in the village; opposing forces are brought down by Jerry's prowess. He arouse the king and his daughters, chamberlains with his tactic. All the maids of the king admire him with gladness and they always wish to wash his feet. Master Jerry was pugnacious. Attractive apparel tied to his waist as an honour. His fight were prolific; not even a defeat in the bout. Master Jerry was known in every places he goes to. People in the village sees him as king to come." "How can such a wicked man be known? Okay maybe he is known for his evils!" "Paul it seems you hate that man. He may be nice far from his pen!" "Atinko he left me to eat swine faeces which he purposely did to show who he is.

Atinko a car is coming right at us. Help us, Help us!" "Paul that car could have been our haven. Now we lost it." "Hello boys!" "Atinko the voice is from the tree." "I'm an hunter!" "Paul be alert. Unearth yourself Hunter!" My aim of being an hunter was immediately felt as I stand face-to-face to the unknown hunter. Remembering the only picture I have; Image of my father and I right in the picture. Rifle of double mouth clutched to his hands. Our cold steps varied as we sway. Luck can be against us if we decide to run away. "Come forward boys!" The hunter ordered us to be courageous. We move closer to him as he came down from the tree spreading his hands to us for warmth embracement. I dipped into millions of thought while shivering. Surprisingly the hunter called me by my name. I was praying for the ground to swallow me. Atinko who was afraid from the onset ran to my back and whispered. "Don't go Paul!" boldness in me overcame my palpitating belief. Atinko tapped me all through. "Put away your fear," said the hunter. "Atinko let's come closer to him." "Are you out of your mind Paul? You have not met him before then why are you in a hurry to meet him? Be very careful. This man must be a serial killer. Come to think of it Paul: how did he knew your name?" "What did you mean by that Atinko?" "Please reason. This man is sent by God to help us." "Are you mad?" Atinko so bold with his confrontations against me. The old pygmy smiling with his missing teeth as his hands were still laying forward. "You are lost I can see it in your eyes. Paul I am your father's friend." Running to him from his word seems joyous to me; my happiness was been found. "From the day you were born I can't forget you. You have the zeal of your father. Tell your friend to come forward also." "Atinko come closer we don't have much time." "Earth sky is fading and I want the two of you to follow me home." I crashed into an avalanche of thoughts. How the hunter knew my name baffled me. As we walk quietly to his house my eyes was numbering our footprint. "This is the road to your home my children so be happy. Paul your father is like a brother to me. My name is Silas." "What? So you are the kind person my mother is always talking about? Life is so strange. Mr Silas my mother told me how nice you can be." "Is okay my son. So Paul where is your mother?" "She is so sick and the doctor diagnosed her of leukaemia." "How comes?" "Am still confused Mr Silas. My mother situation is retrogressive. Am trying to raise money for her upkeep." Atinko shook his head, join us in the conversation. "Mr Silas: Paul is too good as a friend. We met at the pen-house when we were working for our Master, named Jerry. Our job there is to feed the swine." I pinched Atinko to be careful of revealing where we were working before escaping but it was too late. Mr Silas calmly yodelling an African music that was interesting as myself and Atinko engaged to sing the blissful music. To me I never knew Mr Silas was fast enough to hear what Atinko was telling him. "Strange things happens on this earth," Mr Silas said. We finally got to his home which lays beside the road opposite the town. Mr Silas house suave, green and white colour of shapes trimming the environment in form of castle. Atinko never shy away from feeling the air of the house. "My first time Paul," he says. "Good to see an hammock twisted around the three branches." Fear ran from us as the air of the atmosphere increases. "Halima!" Mr Silas called his wife. Something beneficial communicated to Mrs Halima ear from her husband. Mr Silas brought out a wooden chair for us to sit. "Be comfortable with this," Mr Silas pleaded. His hospitable really appreciable as he was prepared to make us happy in his house. I enjoyed every full treatment Mr Silas gave us despite he never knew us very well. I feel the cool air moving about undisturbed. "Thank you sir, this place is great, I like the cool atmospheric condition of here."

"My wife Halima will soon prepare some food for you my children!" "Thank you sir," I said. Atinko was about making a statement again I signal him with my eyeball. "Okay." He snapped. "Atinko I thought you said something?" "No sir!" "well boys excuse me." Our heavenly abode seems to silence me to a great surprise. "My children the food is ready!" Mrs Halima was really fast in preparing the evening food for us and her husband. Her hands with a tray of food. "Please manage the little food and enjoy yourself!" Mrs Halima soft-hearted from her appeal. "Thank you ma. We're grateful to you." Myself and Atinko present our appreciation to Mrs Halima. Mrs Halima accepted our gratitude and walked away. The food was delicious indeed as Atinko rushed. After eating the food it began to rain. "My children: hurry up and come inside! Halima lead them to their room I showed you before the rain soaked them!" Mr Silas ordered his wife, Halima. Mrs Halima preventing us with an umbrella. Running to the room was not easy as everybody hasty to avoid striking of lightning. Cool air spread across four corner of our room, radio blasting with passion. Large fine hologram good to view. Image of Mr Silas and his wife smiling. "Mr Silas is humane, don't you think so Atinko?" "um ... too early to conclude. He might be exactly what you think of him." The pillow on our mattress ease tiredness out of us. Kipping, yawning, laughing in the room for me gladness is materializing. No disturbance of feeding the herd-of-swine. Memories of harsh treatment against me from my master now ended. Making friends with swine; eating their faeces, pretending to my master Jerry I love his herd-of swine had stopped. Loud snoring from Atinko really increasing bit by bit. Tired as Atinko was sweat on him ransacked the bed-sheet of our mattress. I stood sternly. Open window flashed. I peeked. "Bring it!" A scary voice of an hag whipping about in earnest, her hair half scrape. Street calmed. Dogs beaten heavily. Wetness of skins showing on both human and animals. I scowled. Immediately there was a power cut bringing the room to darkness. Huge desk beside the bed having all kind of torches to brighten the room. My hand was fast. I switched it on to look outside. Night overcame busy atmosphere. "In this rain?" another woman was having a large time chasing a lad. Broom were on her hand to reduce strength, agility, excitement from the lad. "Woman leave him alone!" My voice not thick enough in passing message of anger to her. "Leave him!!" every window danced, downbeat can't correct any atrocities committed aright. "How do I save him from this wicked woman? Whoa! I need to come up with an idea. What of if something attack me?" murk, murmur, screams, screech, within each vicinity. I flick Atinko. Eddies pull anything easier inside our room. Massive drop of water finding its way into the room. Ceiling shaking like machines grinding granite. Mr Silas knew danger is lurking, empty bucket, blankets, raincoat to be used. "Paul jacket or raincoat?" "jacket sir." "Give Atinko this blanket." Atinko awoke from his long sleep. "Shift Atinko, thunder so easy penetrating here. Halima bring it! don't waste time, please!" I was jaded. I need heat. Mrs Halima brought local stove, fire blowing cold away. The flames lambent. Thick blanket on Atinko. Mr Silas left us. Minute later Atinko continued his odyssey sleep. I ignore thinking, slept off. Yet another strange and dreadful dream. Mr Silas gently brought a steel box containing ropes and amulet. "My sons bend your heads, protection is important for two of you!" Bantus spoken, Mr Silas chew two cola-nut, knelt, rub the sand. "Your neck my sons!" Atinko's neck wore an amulet followed by my neck. Mr Silas tap our back, clean his hands on his coloured singlet. "Animals, scorpions, spirit shall never hurt you my sons. Fear not; thick sun and rain can't meet each other, hence you have both conquer any obstacles on your way." As we were listening to Mr Silas as he encourage us; Mrs Halima shouted to her husband and pointed a long wand at us turning everybody to an animal. I was the smallest, hairy and brown. Mrs Halima remove a knife from her pocket of the gown she wore and started chanting slow incantations. "Tonight you animals will be eaten raw!" A bearded man with red caftan; pool of blood in his open mouth was coming to confirm how we will be used for and offering. "They are smelling good," while looking up he whistled. Rain of fire came from above and turn into an iron cage locking us immediately. Mighty lions and tigers were just perambulating to pounce us. "Mrs Halima!" I shouted. "Come and unlock the cage, we need your help, hurry up! We are innocent and we deserve a better life!" "Quiet Paul!" sooner our bodies began to change back to the one of a human being. Mr Silas shrunk his fingers under his buttocks, remove a key and insert it through the padlock. "It works, walk out quietly, the lions, tigers have slept; but how do we understand this place?" "very easy Mr Silas, I can perceive it is that direction!" "Mr Silas, what of if we are incarcerated again," Atinko asked? "Then get ready, be determine to face the last. Remember tonight is the sacrifice, it is must to be hasty. Hold my hands, say after me: Our blood is bitter. Our blood is sour to the witches and wizard! don't give up for your lives! Wait!" Mr Silas wander to see if Mrs Halima and the bearded man is coming. Up, the firmament was twisting, turning earth round into blood. "Look!" "What? ... red sky? Can you hear that? The sound of bell, sacrifice intended shall commence soon. Close your eyes and say after me: I must overcome. God is with me!" "How comes another evil dream? Atinko wake up!" "O, While are you disturbing me from sleeping!" "I am not, is just that I have something to tell you." "What?" "Quiet. Is Mr Silas still in his room?" "I can't really tell Paul!" "Mrs Halima is a witch!" "don't be silly, how can you ..?" "I mean it. In the dream I saw it. Tonight, something might go wrong!" "So what is the way out?" "We must escape from this strange place!" "Are you crazy? Don't you see it is dark?" "Well... I am leaving right now!" "Now?" "Is everything alright with you my sons? I heard both of you quarrelling in the room?" "Not so Ma!" "Halima excuse us. I want to talk to them in privacy. Don't forget shutting the door." Mrs Halima left our room. "So let us be open to ourselves. Paul you have a bad dream!" "Yes sir." "What's it all about?" "A witchcraft." "In my house?" "Yes." "Take this amulet and wear it to prevent danger. There is still another one. I think Atinko will also make use of it. Take my son and do the same." "An uncountable thanks to you sir," I said. "My brother Collins lives in Lagos. In the morning you shall both go to meet him. He is better positioned to provide job for both of you. This is an envelope; hold it, later tear it, an address is inside, again there is ₦10,000 which is enough. A long bus shall take you to your destination. So we see tomorrow morning." Mr Silas close our room door. I tried to sleep. The sleep unable to come as a confirmation of the dream. It was 6:00 a. m. When I manage to force myself to a short sleep. "Wake up! It is time for the journey." Myself and Atinko were ready after bathing. "So let us go to the park my sons." "Goodbye Mrs Halima!" "Bye my children." We got to the park. Board a bus. Our journey was 450km to Lagos. I removed the envelope from my pocket and read through: _No. 10 American_ _road, Ikeja Lagos._ We arrived successfully in Lagos. "Come down!" the driver of the bus shouted. We all alighted. Atinko was sharp to see an old time friend who took him to his house. I was alone to the house of Mr Collins with nobody to accompany me. Crossing over the pavement was difficult as this is my first time of coming to a large city like this. "I hope my luck will shine here in a favourable way."
CHAPTER TWO

LAGOS on my arrival, was boring, humid and brighter; the promise land looked more promising from the glimpse of the sand. Walking along was with a magnetic haste, however, the clay building, massed traffic and abandon gigantic shop was shocking from the viewable approach. The sheer-luck could be achieve here as a driver due to number of positioned trucks, caterpillar, lorries, bulldozers _._ Walking to the end of the road seems strenuous with a slim hopeful thought. "Hey!" Amazed to see a handsome, well-dressed half-caste sweeping a heap of trash; "something is wrong; he suppose to be decisive in authorities. How comes? Mr Collins must shed more light on this issue. I definitely know that." "Move faster!" the slave worker hurried me; his dark trousers hugging his thin narrow legs as he was fast to deliver. "Excuse me sir!" a quick pause look came from him; to him, as the work begins seriousness is part of the agenda. "Give me your address!" as if he knew what I intended presenting to him. Stretching his fingers to me was a welcome solitude; I gave him the address of Mr Collins as I gaze through his inquisitive eyeball. "Oh, Collins!" he chuckle, scratch his curled hair. "I knew him. He is famous in this city. Follow me, that building over there is where he stays." "In that place?" "Yes. Are you scared?" he asked. "No. Thanks." "You are welcome." Breeze inert felt my presence. Flowers emotionally shaking to show how appreciating city life was. Horning of car everywhere. "So great!" Watching a team-of-lads playing a ball on grassy nearby field; each of them grinned. "Pass it to me!" I longed to play. Happiness on the field can be measured in a lengthy way due to the calmness around. _"_ _Goal!_ I have done it!" name of the scorer tone. Jersey of most valuable players in the world wore by the scorer on the field. "I shall dedicate this to my mentors," he declared. "Wait. You are almost hitting me," I said to him. Jumping himself on me was all the best he can do in making me smile to him. "I am proudly welcoming you to community field. I guess you are new in this city of Lagos?" "Yes of course. I'm going to my uncle's place." "... Who is he?" "Mr Collins!" "Mr Collins a philanthropic person. He donates heavy sum on any important match; friends and lovers of football knew him well." "You mean he cherished football?" "Yes. Very well. Mr Collins your uncle usually buy footballs and share it to all the children he sees on the field; promoting football as a game is something he can't ignore at all time. Look at this small shining emblem on my neck. It was been giving to me by your uncle, Mr Collins. Rare to score an hat trick in any final of competitions on this field. I did that. That is a record that is hard to break." "Is a pleasure talking with you. I will see you next time." "Your bag!" "Oh! Thank you. Your name?" "Peter." "So Peter, anytime I come here we will talk better. My name is Paul." "Your name sound familiar to me; maybe because the name is a great name." "Thank you ... Peter. I appreciate. See you ... soonest." "Please don't forget to come back." "I will." Speed and desperation to get to Mr Collins house retain my steps as I get closer; someone unknown waved me. "Such a tall building. How do I climb? Where can I see the staircase ...? too tall!" My surprise was narrow by an hefty dog cracking a large bone after killing his prey. "So many rooms up; which room actually is he? Every window is tightly shut. Who can help me out." "Wait, do you intend going up?" "Yes. Right now." Turning myself backward to have a chat with the person speaking to me was faster; I saw that as an opportunity which I must not delay. "David tell me it is not you! Don't say anything David. I must confirm if this is y-you. If I see the mark on your forehead I should be able to believe I am standing, front of my friend."

"Paul so this is you?" Snuggling each other was an unforgettable memory after seeing ourselves last in Jerry's abode. David beards growing out from his immature jaw, his muscle forming quick macho as a result of hard work. "Sorry for leaving you behind." I pleaded to David. "Thank God we can still see again Paul. Well let's go inside so that you can have a good rest. "This is the place I now stay. Working here is easy as an housekeeper. My time here not monitored unlike when I was with Jerry. This job was given to me by a kind-hearted man, which name is Collins." "Collins?" "Any problem?" "is just that this letter was given to me by one Mr Silas who said Collins is his brother." "To me that man is my boss. So feel free here. "All Jerry's worker depart after his demise." "Is he dead?" "He was bitten by snake in the night. By morning death took him away. His death really sad, big blow to us as we find nowhere to reside. Weeks so difficult; sojourning, begging crumbs of food, dirty water splashed to chase all of us working for Jerry. "Travellers going to Lagos were my recourse. On getting to this city; vacancy as an housekeeper was the first thing I saw, trust me I don't delay, now I am here enjoying. Bring out your letter I want to see your address." "Take." "Good, lets climb the stairs. This door exactly. Enter." "Such as big...?" "don't be carried away my friend. Rice for you, if that's your choice then am bringing it. I can also boil an hot water if needing it. taking your bathe with it is important." "David food before taking my bathe." I belched. Wonderful place I can't just imagine. Rug on the parlour floor smooth, too neat, crispy. Merely putting your foot usual breath is likely to seize due to feel at home grip. I sat after staring anything strange to me. I stood from the soft couch. My eyes won't stop at nothing; jellyfish swimming in the aquarium to catch a glimpse of me, as if they smell that I was a stranger. "Aquarium not to be touch, Paul!" "I only heard of fish swimming deep in the river, not inside a transparent box." "Your water fully ready, go and have yourself in the bath-tub." David unease. He pant openly. I turn immediately something struck me. "Problem to solve?" I asked. "Hmmm! Mr Collins has been keeping late at night. His wife I believe will utter her displeasure to this." Flash from the T.V. set scared David. News of murder pinch him. "Murder! Murder! Murder! O, this mustn't happen again." Already, redness filled screen graphics. "I hate watching innocent people been murder in cold-blood. Last month how can ... I tell you this Paul. I cried that night when an old woman rushing to see her only daughter giving birth after so, so much wasted years of childlessness with her husband unjustly murdered. Police-men drafted to bring all culprit to book concerning the old woman's death met a superhuman that rose from better equipment. Guns and bullets piled up in a war ready way. Children, adult, cripple, old men ran for their life to prevent unplanned death. The sky-scraper hospital blinking an alarm light just to alert all security personnel of danger. "Scary panicking, helter-skelter, shouting, looting, fainting from being stressed all around. I-I pitied everybody. Scene good to watch; but not in this particular incident, believe me. Victims of indigent parents lying on the ground, red blotch change their look to the one of a red gown worn by priest. Ambulance speed. Food on table got cold. My appetite turn different. Tears from me makes my face sticky. Mr Collins came out from his room as at then it is 10: 00 in the night. Unable to talk, surprises on him. The T. V. Set volume. He push the chair by his side and sat to watch. "Just ten men did all this? Robbers? Banks closing for fear of coming after customers money? Mr Collins shifted to my seat, touch my body, shook his head in confusion, off the T.V. set. I stood, about going to my room, Mr Collins held my hands, remove his handkerchief, mopped my sweaty face. I now remember I was hungry." "Oh my mother! She is in this city, David." "Stranger in my house? Who is this?" "Paul the master is here. Mr Collins." "What a pleasure standing right before you sir!" "you must have come so long, I guess." His toothy smiles won't shy away, his dotted cheeks sunk deeper. Curve thick specs, dark, glue to his face. "Any short message for me?" "No. Mr Silas sent his greetings through me." "We have different Silas in this world, which Silas are you referring to?" "Your brother." "But he suppose to visit me all this while. Many times as often my guess has proven me wrong; will Silas stop sending people to me? So, you came as far to borrow money from me as requested by Silas." "Only here for job." "Right now boy; the services of an housekeeper needed. By tomorrow it will be promulgated through the mass media." "No need sir! Keeping your house clean is mandatory, I am more capable." "... Well my boy: trial first before full confirmation. You can start work from tomorrow. Your conversations with David seems you met before?" "Not so sir." "Last year someone came on a pretence conspire with his friend to work in my house as an housekeeper. All my money looted. David has shown himself so great and he can be trusted anytime. Emulate his trust, you shall have no fear or worry. We see in the morning." Mr Collins walked into his room. Each second, the wall clock ticked. "Paul it's time to sleep. Your room, beside Mr Collins room. He will know if you sneak out of your room. Be trustworthy. Blanket positioned in case of cold." "Thank you David." I opened my room door, crashed on the soft mattress. Bulb glowed. I close my eyes, open it immediately. I search on how to off the switch; luckily I found it. I switched it off. Unbelievable, crow of cock awoke me. It was already morning. I stood up. Stretched my hands. I took my tooth-brush beside me, open a bathroom door opposite me, went in and brush my teeth. I finished, slept back on my room-mattress. "Paul wake up! Mr Collins needs your service." "Oh, day is bright?" "Hurry up." I ran to prevent unexpected sack from my boss. "Good morning sir!" "how was your night my boy?" "Fine sir!" "now go into my room; clean up the floor, make sure you take care of everything seen there." "Consider done sir!" coming near the room, flowery scent melt into my nose. "This room is great! Marked with exotic colours. Cleaning here, so easy." I went informing my boss quickly that I am through. "Boss, assignment perfectly done." "Very sure my boy?" "Yes boss." "Is your mother in this city?" "Sir: she is very sick." "Of what?" "leukaemia." "A critical situation she must had been by now." "As if you knew boss." "How about your father?" "he is not around." "Is he dead?" "Sir, he is in Somalia. I know he wished seeing me. How I feel his presence every day. For now, am unable to pay my mother's hospital bill. My plans actually is how to raise some money from my salary." "Don't worry my boy; we shall both go to the hospital your mother is." "Sir, Doctor Phills had warn me to pay her bills. At first, she was in the north, admitted for treatment there, but later transferred here for blood transfusion." "North to south? Sometimes; it is very dangerous to donate blood because, patient might as well die." "I want to donate my blood." "since is your mother, no problem; If the Doctor complain of inadequate blood I will donate mine to save your mother." "Good of you, boss. I appreciate." "Get ready tomorrow! By the way have you eaten?" "No." "Go, cook your choice of food. David will put you through if assistance is needed." "I can boss." "Good in cooking?" "Yes boss. My mother taught me that. Boss your wife travelled?" "Yes; in three days time she will be here, though I receive a call from her explaining reason for delays. Be free here! "My wife, a gentle type." "Boss your clothes sir! I am also qualified to wash many if you insist." "Here, my boy, washing-machine can do it easily! I like your courage, keep up with it, sky shall be your limit. Believe me my boy Paul. Believe me.

A lady with dry-cleaning profession will be here by 10:00; her name is Georgina. Working for almost five years without acting against her profession." "Sir, your phone rang just now!" buzz from the phone won't stop. "That might be Janet, filmy intelligent journalist, so adamant. She just want to interview me as there is rivalry in my business. Most business-mogul pays heavily to bring my company down. They uses journalist to get factitious information from you." "Do away with her boss." "My boy thanks for your advice. We can go and check your mother's condition at the hospital." "But... am I not stressing you boss?" "Not as you think, my boy." "Good morning sir!" "Paul my driver is here. Lawal by name, married, now father to three girls. Lawal meet my new housekeeper. He is Paul by name. He arrived yesterday." Mr Lawal fix a stick of cigarette in his mouth, remove his matchbox from back pocket, pull out matchstick, strike fire direct to his cigarette. "My boss you said?" "meet Paul." Mr Lawal embraced me, rub my back, puffed. "Lawal, drive us to see Paul's mother, she is critically ill at the hospital. Paul told me his mother was transferred here. Let us go now!" we squeeze ourselves, fastening the seat belt, in a jiffy, Mr Lawal drove hurriedly. Usual city hold-up free, cars so scanty on tiled road. Getting closer a colossal dolphin shaped hospital was noticed. "This is the place, I believe!" Mr Collins said. We forced down. "Gregory, friend of mine is in ward-9. Hello nurse is Doctor Gregory around?" Which ward is he?" "Ward-9." "Okay...he was here before but now transferred to the east." "Margaret come OO! The patient just died now!" "Doctor Phills, you mean that leukaemia patient?" "Yes. Paul where have you been all this while?" "I was so busy hustling for fund to pay my mother's bill." "Um, always flimsy excuses right from the north. For your information; your mother just parted to eternity." _"MAMA!"_ "This is not the better time to shout; by the way, have you been working?" "Y-Yes, as an housekeeper." "Who is this by your side?" "My boss." "You have a boss and you can't explain your present situation to him." "Doctor Phills, yesterday was the day I just got a job." "Too late Paul! Go and see your mother quickly before she is moved to the mortuary. Go to ward-9." I frowned. Around us, bereaved shedding tears, almost everyone has lost someone close to them. Mr Collins held me, closer to us was ward-9. Mr Collins open the door, my mother lay helpless, her body stiffed, her open eyes darkened. I closed her eyes. I spoke to her left ear, she gave no answer to me. Coming closer to her bed a folded note, exposing itself to be read. Carrying it to read was my aim. I spread the note wider. The writing was clear and easy to read. It says: _My dear Paul I am waiting to hear from you before I die. Since when we saw ourselves last things had been different. I was comatose for ten months! My spiritual realm was so strange. Paul could you believe my mother was the first to welcome me to the place she saw as a home fit for my living. She said all this while it has been tough for me after she left me in the world. So, it was an opportunity for me to tell her my state after her death. I couldn't hold back my tears seeing her. Surprisingly, an angel took me to a crystal place. Angels flew happily as I got there. The angel who brought me made it clear to me that sick and distress people comes here after their death. Everyone has an angel, I never knew he was my angel until he told me. No more death in that crystal place. I guess that place is heaven. People that has suffered unjustly in the earth smiling about. Wild animals of earthy forest gathered to play with me; uncountable animals rectilinear. My angel took me again to where dead babies resurrected to. I cried when I saw babies running to hug me, to them I have join them in their new abode. My hands filled as I was carrying all of them_.

_Most of the popular people dead in the world were seen there; no securities to avoid them from nearing the just. Vast opportunity for me eating alongside all celebrities dead for long in the earth. Paul my angel told me to go back and tell all bereaved, all broken hearted that he is with them when they are always alone. HE even assured me that praying to God receive speedy answers; but sometimes when we pray and it didn't come to pass; that might not mean God had abandon us; miraculously, our prayers shall be a big boost to us. Paul no more rain, snow, heat, earthquake, hurricane tornado, eclipse of the sun in that strange place. It got to a time your father comes to my mind; I start searching for him everywhere. Multi-coloured men and women wore gorgeous garment; singing, clapping, dancing to praise their creator. I smiled happily watching them. As I fold my hands, I can't forget thinking of you and my husband. My angel flew to me, as if he knew I intended asking something from him. I look into his eyes and I saw his eyes flamed. He disappeared, I ran, as I fear danger. Uncommon to run about as nothing can chase anyone. I never knew my angel was waiting for me to where I was running to. He called me and asked of my intention. My angel encouraged me to ask any question. I begged him to tell me if my husband is there with him. I didn't wait for his answer, I told him my husband can't be found on earth. My angel assured me your father is still in the world we both lived. To crown it all, he ordered me to continue to check everywhere I can._ _My angel_ _disappear before any word produce out of my mouth. I forgot telling my angel your father said he was heading to Somalia. Though_ , _I wasn't sure of myself that alone denied me of facts. Besides, The letter your father dropped before going does not look real. Paul, my breath was cut short as my name rung to my ears in clangour. Retinue of choristers singing their glorious music to their supreme being. They retard me with their songs. Large vicinity to occupy trillions of people; surprised to see only few men and woman there. There were lots of fruits to eat. Merely touching my body, no more leukaemia. Paul don't steal from anyone. Keep being gentle. Close the animals cote to prevent them from escaping. Feed them with grains to aid their growth; as you know, growing bigger attract more sales, that means more cash to start your schooling. Bad friends are around avoid them to be a good person always. Your father's friend Mr Silas is a kind man. If you come across him, greet him and avoid telling him my conditions. Try not being lazy because laziness is sin. Doctor Phills had been recourse to me; he is doing his best for my recovery. Thank him very well in case I die. Love is determination, some people sees it as a game, but see it as an opportunity for you building up your relationship with the opposite sex. Lady engaged to someone should be last thing on earth for you when is time. Success is measured by achievement if only working harder to succeed. Trust no one except your true living God who_ _never lie. Our guardian angel always follows us anywhere, to avoid danger; my angel told me that. Each time I pray, my prayers goes to you in millions. Paul cheer up and don't weep for me in case I die. My return to that place which I saw as heaven is near. The reason why my angel sent me back to the world was that my last letter had not been written to you before coming. Now that my letter had been written and kept beside me, my guardian angel will appear soonest to carry me along to that beautiful place. One day when is your time, you too shall see for yourself how better that place is than the world we are living today. Paul think twice in any race of life; hence, pit dug for you can't overcome you. Men we all see as great men start from a step filled with determination. Rush not as there is no short route to excel. Thank you, very, very much as my only child._ _"_ _With love from your only mother, Paulina!_ _"_ Reading the letter was not a problem; while reading it, I trickled as I got to the final end. I was in quivering situation; I flapped after the last word. Stupendous letter I can't forget was that of my mother. I was falter if really she was the writer of the unforgettable letter. Something is sure, I was aware my hands were clammy and there were sweat beads on my face all through. "No ... no! Mama, please tell me you are only sleeping!" "Paul take heart, your mother has tried enough." Doctor Phills, passionate by mopping my tears; he stood calm and burst into a harsh tears. Condolence to me and my boss—Mr Collins. "How do I bury her?" "In the cemetery." "No money for that boss." "All the burial arrangement shall be my responsibility. Today her body will be laid to rest. My wife Hillary is here, She can't see me. Hillary, come forward!" "wait for me!" Hillary ran, hugged Mr Collins, kissed him. "Our new housekeeper; meet him my wife." "He is crying. Hope no problem?" "Our new housekeeper lose his mother. She had been sick for long." "Really? Georgina told me you are here. At first, I was too scared. Thank God nothing is wrong with you." "Good of you as my wife. By the way, did you come across Lawal?" "Yes. So busy smoking." "Hillary go and tell him to get ready by starting the car." "Paul I feel your pain as your mother's doctor." "Thanks Doctor Phills, my mother wrote your kindness. This was the copy of letter beside her." I handed Doctor Phills the letter; he read it openly undisturbed. "There is nothing more to say but to wish her farewell!" "I think her body can be moved to the closest cemetery." "Now?" I asked. "Yes. Lawal's younger brother works in cemetery closer here. Time to carry her corpse." "Hillary help us out!" Doctor Phills pleaded. Hillary fully ready as she came eager to lift the longest patient now dead. "Take!" Mr Collins pinned out some money and gave it to Doctor Phills. "Good of you; but the money should be used for Paul's mother burial. See you next time." "Why Doctor Phills?" "Paul I am a disciplinarian in my profession. Margaret! Taking the corpse for burial had been decided. Join us to carry Paul's mother to Mr Collins car." Doctor Phills said. "My driver is waiting outside. Let's be faster!" all hands were so busy. Mr Lawal stern face signals how angry he was due to delay. "Inside Margaret." "Perfect! See you Doctor Phills!" Mr Collins shook his head, embrace Margaret for her gesture. Hillary stare in wonder. "A nurse about taking what belongs to me? Leave my husband, you nonentity! Ugly slut like you. My husband time to go. I can't take this anymore!" Margaret hissed, walked away. "Goodbye Mr Collins." Margaret flushed. "I must deal with her, I promise." "Why Hillary?" Mr Collins beckons. Drive to the cemetery was immediate. "Almost there!" The road was volatile; each angle we pass, Mr Lawal galloped. "This place!" Mr Lawal pointed. The steering longing for a stop. "Vast space sir!" the cemetery attendant smiling to lift the corpse for burial. "Business as usual. Your money for tax." "Is my brother around?" "Lawal your brother went home not long." "You know me?" "Of course!" "Take. Keep the rest change. Oh, I need to add something more for you." Mr Collins open his briefcase, counted some money and gave it to the tax man. "Nice doing business with you sir," said the tax man. "For the epitaph. What day did she died?" "today." "Time for dirge. Your name?" "Paul." "Anything to write?" "Like?" "Elegiac message. Be faster. The priest is standing by. Use this pen and compose anything." "Completed." " ... Ready priest!" "your name?" "Paul." "Read this out aloud." I read as commanded. "It is done," said the priest. "Pour a sand on her casket to bid her farewell." "NO! MAMA take me to that place! I want to go!" "Paul it is final. Time to go home. My wife and Lawal is waiting for us. Thank you priest." A blessed prayers was directed to us as we left the cemetery going home tired. "Sorry for delaying all of you. Myself and Paul wishes to grant our apology." "Time to go boss." "Now part of our family. Paul don't worry. I shall treat you kindly. Life sometimes is like that. I Hillary Collins, I will take care of you anytime, any day." "That is enough Hillary, Paul don't need disturbance." Mr Collins pleaded. "Mission to accomplish in life must start now, Paul. When time of nature calls nobody stand as obstacle. Your mother must had been a kind-hearted woman. Large turnout of sympathizers paying tribute to her. I was almost hit down by them. So scary." "Thanks boss, you are one of a kind. If I can come back in a new world, I suggest being a carpenter. Money won't be a barrier; then my mother should be able to enjoy my labour as her only child." "Paul, this must be statement out of your mind. Reason higher to acquire." Hillary warns. "For now, your major target is how to be great in life. We shall make that a necessity. Reason with me Paul. Best thing happening to someone aiming success in life is going to learn." "We are back home, sir!" Mr Lawal voiced. The car was exhausted from the distance; moving from place to place slow its parking. Georgina ran, flung her hands forward to welcome Mrs Hillary Collins who she knew as her boss wife. I was shocked to see her well fine smiling shining-teeth; one might say she is a model standing before her judges. "Follow her upstairs, Paul. Georgina show him his new room!" "Boss, new room for me?" "Yes. Not only here to do housekeeping job. Also here as member of my family." "Your creator shall reward you for this, sir!" "O, Paul that is enough." Georgina never believed I knew how to get to the difficult iron staircase of the upstairs. "So familiar here more than me, Paul. This is it!" "For me alone?" "Paul, who else do you think this room is for?" "So large to occupy myself Georgina." "Most properties of yours should be here!" "Georgina how could you, haven't David told you my poor state?" "Hmmm. No!" "The first day I arrived here was pitiful. My shirt on me so dirty, more of a rag. Heavy stinking rags was in my bag. Later that night, I threw away all my rags before it put me into trouble." "Well ... looking neat. Paul I have something to tell you." "Okay you can say it." "Daily devotion here. We don't miss that not even by mistake. No matter how tired you are, as the clock struck seven every morning, no excuse. This year is my fifth year I worked in this place. Handling my boss clothes is a priority. I would dry-clean some this night. Mr Collins have meeting to attend tomorrow by 11:00." "Can I do that for you Georgina?" "no knowledge on that, as you know any slip will lead to sack." "Tomorrow we shall see, Georgina." "Good night." From the hospital to cemetery, now at home. Busy day to remember. I look through the window. City of various activities became quiet. I can't sleep, my mother's death denied my happiness. "Oh MAMA how I feel your presence right now. How should life be for me without you? Don't expect me to sleep, speak to me!" My heart thumping. My legs trembling. I was cold. My dead mother calling me. "I am here mama! Her voice cracking and out of control. She appeared front of me, clapping her hand and blowing bubbles at me. The appearance of her shows her love towards me as her only child. As I move towards her, she disappeared. "I LOVE YOU MAMA!" "Any problem Paul?" "she came to me!" "who actually came?" "my mother!" "really?" "Yes ... boss." "Wait for me, I want to call Hillary!" as if Hillary knew her attention is needed, she pant while entering the room. "Paul's mother not quite long came here, Hillary!" "whoa!" "Paul follow me to my room, that is the best place for you this night." Mr Collins pull off his jacket and gave me to put on before heading to his room. "Boss, my mother's garment was too white." "Are ... you really sure the person who appeared to you was your mother?" "boss, from far I can recognise my mother." "This my room won't give you hallucination. That is my picture above. Come and touch it. I take a snap when I went to Amsterdam last year." "Nice boss." Leering at him, this reminds me of my father in one of his old picture, sitting beside a white man. "Mulattoes! I remember a picture of a man born from mixed parents. The people standing close to you seems they are aboriginal." "Umm, most of them are from Africa; good friends of mine." "Pictures of old days, tells more how the people lives off pomposity; shaggy hair style can be used to describe fellows of those days." "I have board meeting to attend as early as possible, don't forget to remind me when it is morning." "I will sir, your pyjamas, Georgina kept it for you." "I was almost sending for it." Mr Collins collected his pyjamas from me and smile broadly. "So squeeze. Maybe Georgina forgot ironing it." "It seems, boss!" "time to pray, Paul!" My prayers directed against my boss enemies battling to bring him down at all cost. After our prayers, my skin sodden of sweat. I opened the refrigerator two step from me, drain water I saw in a tumbler. "Ah, Paul! Enemies around!" "That is life. I can fight them for you!" "You are just a boy to them because fetishism is all they believe in." The clock struck twelve. We were on bed, we slept opposite each other. "A slap? Leave me alone!" "Lazy boy get up to do your work." "Sorry ma'am." "You must work early or I reduce your salary!" Hillary warning succinct. "Your boss just left to work. Sweep, clean everywhere, dress my bed, avoid raw light, am I understood!" "yes ma'am! Only problem of time for good work." "Well... as far it is done excellently, excuse me a minute!" "Wow! This woman must had been a repented tigress. Anyway." "Paul. Paul!" "Georgina have you gone insane? From wardrobe?" "I hid from my boss wife, Ah! am scared of her." "Hillary slapped me, I thought it was you that slap me." "Next time, you won't wake late." "That was outrageous! Mr Collins must hear this!" "kidding? Duties, performance is needed from you. Scrub easily, avoid tearing boss rug." "You know better; help me Georgina." "Too early for that. Give me your brush! Follow as I do. First stage is must. Remove all dirt by sweeping away. That is a map out for next stage." "Easy Georgina." "Paul. Not as concluded. Practice make perfect. In a week time, Mr Collins will hand you your salary. For now ... be serious and careful!" "thanks Georgina." "Once more, be careful." "I will." "Wait! Someone?" "umm ..." "Paul: overnight you changed, speaking to no one?" "prayer against all enemies." "When have you become prayer warrior?" "Today. I must not talk, am still in mood of praying." Hillary shook herself, slammed her buttocks to dissatisfaction, gradually, the wall brought out a thud. "Smoke from kitchen; I guess ma'am!" "Follow me." "I shall join you, am coming" "Come along with fire extinguisher!" "Consider it done ma'am." Hillary shut the room door. "Paul a ploy. Why" "that is good. Now I am free." "Panic wife of Mr Collins, so She is also scared?" "I trust Mr Collins. Marrying another woman won't be a difficult thing for him." "But Paul. Ready with that at your back." "Fire extinguisher is not needed. Only used in all emergency. I will pretend is too heavy to carry. Expensive joke as I may say. She is coming Georgina!" "Again Paul? Talking to ghost?" "No." "There was no smoke as speculated. But, I want to see the kitchen clean as possible." "Okay ma'am!" "Georgina should had come to accompany me to my working place. Today marks ten years of our office existence. Just like yesterday! Lawal should be on his way by now. Our good driver with prowess in driving. So focused." "Ma'am I will be through with my work in two minutes." I took along everything I can; keeping clean the kitchen won't come as surprise to Hillary. A complainant ready to pour her anger on anyone. Cobwebs on wall, broom to remove it off. Less than a minute I was through. I came back to the room, Hillary had gone. "Georgina come out from the wardrobe right now!" "S-She... had gone?" "yeah." "I overheard her expecting me back from where I did not go to." "Is there someone in this room?" "Georgina shut that door! Someone is coming here." "David ... he must be the one. Tell him am not around, be fast." "Say it yourself." "When you knew David knows my voice." "I won't. Maybe it is Hillary that is behind that voice." "You can Paul!" "she is not right here!" I snapped. "Georgina I got something for you! Open and take it. I believe this is for you ...!" David violently banged the door. "Stop that! Stop that! Georgina is not here!" I angrily force open the door. "Remember David, this is my boss room!" "Mr Collins called and told me he is on his way back home. He said that Georgina should be informed so that his best native-cloth will be ironed. Meeting he ought to have attended was cancelled while he was almost getting to the venue. Paul try to iron Mr Collins native-cloth, please." "Georgina is experience, more experience to carry out such specific task." "How do we communicate her to be fast before Mr Collins comes back?" "very soon David; Georgina should be back from Hillary place of work." "O, I expect you to have told me Georgina follow my boss wife, Hillary." "Don't mind me, it was because of my confuse state due to heavy bang at the door." "No time left; I think doing it myself will be accurate. Oh, I am gradually wasting time. Just close boss room door." "Yeah I will. Wow! He almost understand my trick. That guy is too smart!" "Is he gone?" Georgina asked. "Coward." "How can I thank you Paul?" "never mind." "Come, have my kiss." "Kiss? Has it come to this?" "love affair between us, I will say; besides love don't cost a thing." "Think again; wrong decision of planning an affair with me." "If Mr Collins and his wife realised this, Paul they will support us fully, that may lead to marriage." "Silly, and silly of you!" "How old are you, Paul?" "stupid telling you my age." "Okay; do you by mistake knew all your data are kept under my care?" her confession to me was daunting. "Who gave it to you?" I grabbed Georgina with my last strength, she dangle for safety. "Allow me!" She forced out. I mistakenly touched her boobs. "Sorry for this Georgina; is just that you got me angry." "You almost killed me, I don't expect that from you!" "I am begging you; forgive me Georgina." "Paul think twice, I love you!" tears from Georgina won't allow me to fall easily for her cheap love. "Let us date. If you agree I shall be checking you after school hours, I promise you." "School? Don't mock me." "This week, going to school as your aim will surely come to pass. Mr Collins and his wife has something good in mind concerning your case." "You must be telling lies, tell me the truth Georgina!" "It is nothing but true." "That is good news to hear." "Now: do you finally agree to what I want?" "Never! Never! Wherever my mother is, she would reject that nonsense you want for both of us. Something is certain; tears of joy will flow from her because of me about schooling. Though, if this is a joke, I won't take it likely with you!" "don't you trust me Paul?" "I can't. You are too desperate." Shrillness far from us, I noticed my boss was back, his growling makes me realize he is back. "Very soon Georgina, Mr Collins will knock. Open the door, pretend to be in kitchen." "Good idea! We shall discuss later." She rounded up. "Boss, welcome sir!" "Paul you must have been busy. I was making call to one of my manager in my second company. No time to waste. Get me my suit in the wardrobe." "The key master?" "Georgina should be in possession of it. Where is she?" "In the kitchen sir!" "go, call her for me." "Yes sir!" "Hurry up, my managers are waiting for me." Georgina was in my mind; she might had left before I get to her. Plates tossed. Georgina and David may be having a brawl. "Georgina! Georgina! Give me keys of Mr Collins wardrobe. He is waiting for me." "Check your pocket." "Oh, is even inside." "Go before Mr Collins rages. Be fast." "Did David came here?" "He had sneaked as he heard Mr Collins talking to you. Boss is waiting, Paul be fast please!"
CHAPTER THREE

Wardrobe in Mr Collins room painted brown. For a stranger sent to the room; just standing front, he or she might conclude it is a vault where money is stock for important use. I brought out the key, push it through for easy opening. Dark, white suit, guessing which one Mr Collins prefer left me pulling out my beards. Wristwatch to match each suit lie below; I took one fine wristwatch; gold-plated made, transparent logo showing inside. My name knock my head; I was scared as if someone has been watching me from a close range. Stealing is something my late mother hate. Taking what does not belong to me is sin. I paused to see if I am being watch unnoticed to me. "Paul bring me my dark suit. Also my briefcase." "Okay boss!" Mr Collins almost enter his room. Answer I gave to him was my saving-grace. Well posture dark suit clasp my hands. "Boss, I am coming!" I closed any side that may be open, locked my boss wardrobe. On my way to give him his dark suit, Georgina sprinkled water on me, I was shocked, I breath noisily. "So it is you!" "who else if not me." "Don't wet my boss suit; be prepared to face his wrath if his suit is wet." "Georgina! tell Paul I am waiting for him!" "boss, just a minute!" I left Georgina, she eavesdropped as she heard Mr Collins making a call. "Boss, am back." "You stayed so long, I expected you to run faster; well, this is exactly what I want. I must increase your salary. Only you will enjoy that benefit." "Sir, I don't think your wife will allow that!" "is there any problem when I left for work?" "I woke up late, your wife slapped me." "Paul ... tell me the truth, was there an argument between you and my wife?" "boss, it can't happen. Only waking late caused that. I pray such won't happen again." "Sorry for my wife treatment against you." "Paul take this sealed envelope and tear it gently." "Welcome ma'am!" "tear it first before welcoming me!" "Hillary even forgot her husband is standing close to her." Mr Collins voiced. "Admission to any college of my choice? Is this a fantasy or a dream? This is what my mother want for me. Now it has become a reality." My happiness was at its peak. "Hillary, good you did not tell Paul our plans for him." "Thank you ma'am. Thank you sir!" I said. "I am going back to work. I came for my dark suit." "Darling when you come back, we shall discuss more." Mr Collins never worry of going back to work for his meeting. As the chairman of his company, he was breaking his rules against his staff. "Early as possible, get ready, Mr Lawal is taking you to college. I have gone to check how quality the college I want for you is." "I have no sandals, school bag, books, biro to carry to school." "Inside that polythene, all your books, biros, sandals, bag you wish to have is there." "I'm too slim ma'am. How can uniform size me?" "this slim uniform in my arm-bag shall size you to fullest. By the way: is Georgina around?" "she should be in kitchen right now!" "that is not her place of duty." "Ma'am welcome back. I don't know you are back." "Georgina, you hid from me; all because of following me to my working place." "I did ma'am because you have been stressing me." Angrily, Hillary slapped Georgina. Georgina fell directly to her back. "Paul is she dead?" "I can't say." "Call the ambulance before something happens. I am finished. Help me Paul! Remove my cell phone from my bag. Dial this number." I dialled fast as possible. "Not available!" "Try again!" "Okay. Is ringing ma'am! Hello we need an ambulance. Someone here is injured. My name? I am Paul. From Mr Collins house. Yes. Yes." "Thank God an ambulance would soon be here. Paul it is not my fault; beg Georgina for me." Blood welled Georgina body due to falling. Her left eye seems it is badly damage. She struggled to lift herself up. Strength had gone far from her. I consoled her. She smiled sourly to me. "Paul what on earth is this? Blood? Did something happen just now?" "Put off your fear; just a misunderstanding." "By the way, who did this?" "my boss wife." "Almost murdering Georgina!" "an ambulance is on its way here. she will be treated when getting to hospital." "Georgina sorry for coming late; I could had save you! Bring me bandage from that locker!" "this is it." "How did it happen?" "Hard to explain." "how can it be hard to explain!" "Okay. I will tell you. Hillary slapped Georgina!" "why!" "Georgina expressed herself that she was been stressed by Hillary. That was the genesis; Hillary saw this as rudeness exhibited by Georgina. Margaret is here!" "Any problem?" "I receive a call informing me to come here." "Who called you actually?" "I of course called her. Hillary my boss wife begged me to call for an ambulance. I told my receiver that this call is from Mr Collins house." "Thank God they are here!" "Unfair of you ... ma'am!" "please it is a complete mistake. We shouldn't exaggerate this. I have money to give both of you as far this is kept secret." "This money you want to give us as bribe; how much is it ... ma'am?" I asked. "One thousand dollars!" "whoa! an opportunity I can't let slip by. Don't you think so?" David asked. "An evil was perpetrated and you want me to support that by receiving money to shut my mouth. By law I suppose to inform the police of this!" "if poverty is your heritage, to be rich is my target. Remember our suffering in Jerry's abode. Have you forgot your experience of eating swine faeces?" "I won't take that money. That is betrayal of trust to Georgina. Besides, this will tarnish my image!" Hillary rest herself on the couch. She swallowed her saliva. She brought out her cell phone pretending of calling. "David this is all the money I have here. I could have increase it. I promise each of you something more than that." I frown while kneeling beside Georgina. "She might die if not taking care of. Let us do everything to keep Georgina back to her good health." I pleaded. "Journalists is here! how comes?" Hillary inquired to know. "Hillary Collins the regular guest on radio 24 FM, we came immediately we were inform that somebody has been murdered in Mr Collins house; tell me more of this!" "I want to use this medium in apologising for my behaviour towards our dry-cleaner. I am so sorry. This won't happen again!" surprisingly, Georgina stood up. "She is not dead!" all the police men screamed. "This is a case of attempted murder. Ma'am, follow us to our station!" one of the stern looked police men ordered Hillary. "For a minor offence?" "Yes Ma'am. Your dry-cleaner will also follow us so that she can write a statement about you!" the other waiting police men came in rush with their clubs and whisked Hillary away. Another car was use to take Georgina to the police station. "Bye!" all the journalists present waved me. I was so bewildered. Only I and David were left alone. "As one family we must rescue Hillary from the police men. David this is all we can do!" "wrong boys. I brought them!" "who?" "police men you saw!" Margaret said. "I told your mother I love Collins. Before that your mother said she wants you to be a seaman because that was what your father want for you when you choose your career in life." "So you were so close to my mother?" "I and your mother are close friends. For this I must go and bail Hillary. Sgt. Okon is in charge of attempted murder case. He flirt a lot. My lips would kiss his lips and that is all. If proving stubborn; my buttocks will sit on him." "What?" I could not believe her sayings. "An harlot?" "Good nurse!" "This is out of your ethics you knew that?" "not even the womanizer Doctor can stop me. He is so easy! My hot hips is always what he likes most. Doctor Phills the one you knew is his name." "Doctor Phills?" "Margaret or whatever your name is; if my boss wife is imprison I must slice your throat. Try me and see!" "David that is okay." I begged. "Stupid of Doctor Phills I knew so much! Bringing himself low as against his profession. David, Doctor Phills was good to my mother. I trust my mother, she don't support flirting; Doctor Phills could had been advised if my mother knew all this." Margaret sat worried, to her the Collins' would be peeved with her petulant way of bringing the journalist when ought not to be so. "Boss! He is back." Margaret pretended, her back faced Mr Collins; she seems deserted. "Margaret why have you come to my house?" respond to Mr Collins question is more of a difficulty for Margaret. "I am talking, I need an answer now!" Margaret sprung from where she sat, adjust herself and smile tensed. "Hug me my love!" she demanded. "Look Margaret, leave my wife alone! Have I not pocket you with ten thousand dollars for you to stay clear from my wife?" "my love, loving you won't end." Mr Collins gently remove his dark sunny specs, rub his head, and spit anger, he put on his dark sunny specs. "I have just dropped anger out of me, luckily for you to have not take a share of my anger." Margaret grumbled, fix her wig on her head. "You surly woman get out before I call the police against you!" "last thing to do; I believe you can't!" "David I receive a call from Sgt. Okon informing me of my wife in cell; can I be brief on what happened?" "Georgina has a little quarrel with ma'am!" "my wife?" "yes boss!" "Not so ..! my love." Margaret snapped. "Your wife Hillary try to kill Georgina after a small argument." "I was told you brought an investigative journalist to my house." "I did that out of ignorance. I still love you and I want you back!" "understand this Margaret, it is over between us!" "I will blackmail you and your wife if that is the only option of getting you back! When I aborted my pregnancy you thought all was over? this is best time to seek my revenge against you or your wife. Look at you; how can anyone believe this is the most powerful chairman of various companies shaking like a rat beaten by cold." "Shut up! Boss: let me handle her myself!" "out of it, David! I was single when we were dating but now I am married; that signifies I am different from before. In two days time come to my office I shall give you any amount of money you want. Promise me my wife won't hear this." "Millionaire begging a nurse? Ha! Ha! Ha! I love that!" "boss your wife is back!" "Go after her!" The police men rush out from their cars, one of them handcuffed Margaret hands. "Game over! I won." Hillary said. "Georgina feeling good now?" "I feel okay. A confession boss; can I make it?" "Why not." "Boss, Margaret gave me some money to poison your wife." "My wife?" "I told the police men all." "Why refusing, telling my wife from onset? If not that my wife was arrested, you will conceal everything from me. I can't trust you." "Forgive me boss!" "Georgina we planned it." "No. Say the truth Margaret and let devil be ashamed!" "take her away." Heavily armed police pushing Margaret into the car. "Wait!" she yelled. "Collins this is not fair. Save me I don't intend going to jail." "Go ... leave my wife alone." Margaret was immediately taken away. "Hillary forgive me; all this while I have not open my past to you." "Weird to hear." "As your wife I must forgive you." "From now onward, no external affairs anymore. I won't keep late at night. I must take you to any night club I go to if you insist." "Hillary is no more a spitfire? After cooling her head at the police cell. What do you expect?" "people change at all time." David declared. "Let us go inside and have a merriment. In fact, your salaries are ready." Mr Collins said. Georgina smiling, her deep cut on her head shows how severe her wound was. Hillary, first to enter inside; oldie music to excite Mr Collins to dance blast out from the standing speaker. "Prepared to celebrate my victory against that harlot." Hillary announced. "Paul I heard you talking; during that time my spirit has gone. Everywhere change when I fell. I could remember hearing David talking about a thousand dollars. Tell me more." "I can't recall what you heard Georgina. Sorry to say it was a guess out of your mind. Yeah!" "Paul think twice and tell me; when my eyes was half opened, your voice brought me back to life." "Georgina, I will say it was not your time to die; to me you were almost dead. If it were the best time, then nobody would had save you." "Sit on that chair. Hillary is preparing rice and stew; today is a good day! Ready to dance with me after eating. All of you!" happy Mr Collins announced. Normal indoor work stopped. I ran inside my room, rub my face with white powder. I dust off my body. Ran back to parlour In readiness for celebration. Food serve on our table; Hillary so fast in preparing it. "I prefer rice and stew mix with salad; it gives me strength when I eat it." "David I also like it; not only you." "Disco time. Finish eating all of you and join me and my wife to dance. I dance very well when I was in Amsterdam. I go clubbing, but I don't bring ladies to where I lodge." As Mr Collins finish talking he embraced Hillary as he noticed Hillary about to say he was a liar. "Boss is getting a bit older and he has no child of his own." "I think you must be the one he would see as his child." "Funny of you Georgina; it mustn't be as you think." Freedom can't be trade for anything other than it. As one family eating same time is rule we must all follow. Mr Collins stop showing his skills of dancing. He quickly alert his wife so that both of them can join us to eat such a delicious food on the large table. "Alarm in my wristwatch must be informing me of something. O, today is my birthday. How I wish mother was here; she must be extremely happy to experience it with me." "For the fact that your mother is not here I can be your mother eating alongside you. I am. I am." "Good to hear that. As I clock a year older, best food I can say I have tasted is this delicious one." "Umm!" nobody was left out in surprise. Eating squalid food to mark my birthdays had now be a thing of past. "More food available in pot in case if any of you is not satisfied as I am seeing." "Look! flowers inside my food." "Bush boy. Lettuce is what they call it. Now you know!" "That's okay. That's okay both of you must end that harsh conversations or else it must turn into another thing. Am I clear?" we answer as I and Georgina shook our head. "Sorry for that boss," I said. We all finish in satisfactions, I stood up and pack all our plates to kitchen. "Now you are back. Congratulations Paul on your birthday. You are such an honest boy hard to find anywhere." "Cheers!!" I was too happy all along, an housekeeper like me treated with dignity. Fast enough for Hillary to dance while we watch in mood of celebration galore. The music was on as we all dance happily on a hot afternoon. I again remember my parents as we were all dancing. Georgina inquire to know my reason of stopping suddenly. I lied I am just having a little headache. Mr Collins carried away by interesting beats coming out from the music. "Can you dance Conga music?" "simple to try but don't laugh when I am dancing anyhow." I roll myself to the floor stood up in high esteem. My long sleeves fold up quickly. I clapped noisily. Stretched myself back to floor while resting on both hands and feet. "That is not Conga Paul!" "Can you please teach me how to dance that. Since you know better than me." "I have had that name couple of times but I believe is music. Dancing it is impossible to try." "We are okay for the day; everyone can go and rest, you can all sleep as well. By this time tomorrow my boy Paul would have been back from college." Hillary already fast tired; Boss was showing her way to room. "Where is David?" "sleeping undisturbed in his room. He prefer sleeping than being among everybody." We both push my room door open. Georgina crashed on my bed. She knew I am angry and I want her out immediately. Quietly, she crawled to sleep on rug. Happiness express from her shows how interesting the rug was sleeping on. I lain face up.* "First day in school will be so weird to me. What do you think of that Georgina? Am waiting for your response! Asleep? Just now? Only me, Well: time for me to also sleep; wake up and go to college for the first time. _College_ _day!_ _"_ _"_ Open your booklet for me to see if you are right or wrong. Please be faster. The invigilator is coming." "Give me some minutes Sandra." "Paul stand up. Give me reasons you chooses to talk while writing your examination. I said stand up!" "I ask her if she has an eraser." "You must be out of your mind. Sandra stand up. Is there any objection to his explanation?" "No sir." "Therefore you are both guilty of internal examination misconduct. Severe punishment for both of you!" "Objection sir! We did not cheat while writing our exam. Reconsider and give us last warning. We won't try that again. Trust me, trust me sir." "Hello class: something might be on between Sandra and Paul." "Whoa ...!" "Shut-up and write your examination; I don't want noises from class I am invigilating. Now sit both of you. When you are both through come and see me in my office." "Yes sir!" "Class silent please. Any problem?" "Through sir!" "now come forward and submit your answer booklet!" "I forgot writing my name on my booklet. Let me do that faster." The examinations was too tough for me. I now can see what led sweats to soak my uniform on me. "Through Sandra?" "Yes Paul." "Sir I got something in my mind I want to say." Students in the class were already tired. As if they were expecting me to distract Mr Steve attentions. "Mr Steve is calm, gentle and very nice. Cooperation is needed. I am not saying we should cheat. Do your best and leave the rest. Steer clear from cheating." "Sandra did you have a word for us?" "Paul is right I think. He is. He is. Look at us again we are one!" Sandra want me to have an affair with her. I never expect her to expose herself so cheaply. Mr Steve want more explanations from Sandra as she said we are one. Unexpectedly, Billy stubborn boy in class jump forward to hear more from Sandra. "Sandra is the girl of my dream. Many times I wash her uniform. I clean her sandals; plait her hair. She is mine Paul. Class: Paul is taking what doesn't belong to him. I can't concur whatever he says. Will you all help me?" my mother had already told me to be calm when provoked to anger. "You are a liar." Sandra rages to Billy. "Don't you ever say that again. You hear that? I have nothing in common with you. Look elsewhere and find a girl that will match your status." "Can you see Sandra is fit to be with Billy." "Paul you are perfectly right for saying what I have been expecting from you." "Billy hold her left hand!" "Okay Paul." "Now lift it up." "Hurray! Hurray!!" all students in class so happy seeing troublesome Billy beside the girl of his dream. "God forbid; with my servant? I bought every of his needs. Billy is serving me. Look for yourself. Billy! Clean my sandals for me. Now!" Stupid fool never knew Sandra was determine mocking him. He use his socks to clean Sandra's sandals. "That is good." New boy in class expressed. "I enjoy this I haven't seen in my former school. This is good I love it." "Go. Go back and sit." Mr Steve was perplexed. "Sandra is it true both of you had been dating?" Sandra spread her palms on her face; began crying. Billy pleaded with her to stop. My worries is that I can't warn Billy to free Sandra. "Okay I have question to ask in midst of everybody. Really?"Mr Steve eager to know more of Billy and Sandra. If what he is seeing is nothing but the truth then Sandra has case to answer in Mr Steve's office. "Class submit all your scripts immediately." I left the class taking all my books with me. Sandra also follow me as she sobbed. "Paul. Paul." I pretend having stomach ache so as to avoid Sandra. Disillusioned can affect my studies if not properly looked at. Family I left behind left a wide vacuum in my memory. I thought of them. Mr Collins a nice person to live with; I still baffled a person like him still exist, I was fortunate.

"Sandra why calling my name in pretence? Leave me alone. I deserve not to be bothered." "Is it because of what Billy said to the whole students in class?" "no." "Then cheer up and put on a warm smiles." "Of course that is part of me, Sandra!" "not what I see with my naked eyes." "Billy is right person for you. Go meet him along before he start to look for you." "I guess; you both are heading to the buffet. I can follow any of you if you want me to join." "Billy it occurs to me you want to know where Sandra and I are going to." "Wrong to say that Paul." Sandra hold herself when Billy appeared suddenly. Enough words is required to chase Billy away. "I need some money." "For what Billy?" "just give me if you have little." "Money on me is for taking a snapshot." "Can you lend me my friend?" "this is a pranks you both are trying to initiate. I know this will happen." "Swallow back your statement; I need you to apologise for derogatory statement against me in particular." "Sorry Paul, I fail to control my anger. It is as a result of this idiot Billy!" "Sandra he has done nothing wrong to you. Billy is funny all around places I have seen him. Entertainment is in him." "Oh. You want to say he was entertaining everyone in class? He made an embarrassment of me in class. I won't take it likely with him." "The money I need from you Paul is for buying gifts to Sandra. I have hurt her feelings. I did." "Lend the poor boy money he need. If it is not available tell him you don't have it right now." "Don't think I am poor Sandra. I got asset that can buy everything you need including you." "O, tell me what type of asset?" "my natural knowledge." "Silly." "You can't say I am silly. Have it in mind that I am the only person helping you during the time of tests and exams?" "It is normal to do." "From now henceforth it won't be normal again; Billy shall feed you with information you need during exams." "Paul change your mind." "What again you still expect me to do. Sandra understand I have tried enough for you." "No Paul." "Then what again?" "help in exams." "Read your book and pass. That's all." "I am sorry Paul." "Sandra we shall see again." "Sandra why worried when happiness is not far from you." "Listen to him." "He is disturbing me when he knows we are both talking together." Billy blew out air in tension. Discussions not favouring him bring an uneasy calm on him. "Why?" "Any problem?" "Billy is shedding tears." "Is it true." "Yeah. Why snubbing him?" "Billy sorry for that." "His tears has dried as you beg him." "I can join as well?" "No. Wait for me over there." "Sandra let us end this. Follow Billy to where he wish to take you to." "Paul succumb to my demand. That is all I need during exams." "Tomorrow we shall discuss this." "Goodbye Paul." "Take this money Billy; I want you to smile." "Going home?" "straight to the library for research work." "We see again when back with my Sandra." "See you." "Hey! Hey!" "where is that voice coming from?" trees beside the library were shaking. Only me walking alone to library. The wild breeze flow around. Despite how scorched the sun was. Nothing stops sand on floor to be hot. "It is me." "I can't see you ..." "Here closer to you." "Is this a game?" "Here!" "What?" "Sandra sent me. Come immediately." "My assignment to the library is yet to be completed. When I finish, believe me I shall be on my way to where you want me to meet you." "Can't you forfeit that for a moment?" "Not even a million cash can lure me away from achieving my aims in life. Time for school business. Am sorry other time. See... you." "Okay Paul: Just show up anytime you wish. Be hasty come to school buffet." "Hold my books Billy." "Why so heavy?" "That is the price of working towards success." "Another means is possible not this. Is unbelievable Paul." "Billy no shortcut to achieve greater success in life. Read as you can so that failure won't be yours." "Thanks for your advice. From tomorrow differences will show on me concerning my future in this college. Believe me." "Billy wait, can I trust you?" "Paul when you get there you will see Sandra waiting anxiously for you." "Okay no time to waste let's go!" I take a quick look at Billy; his school trouser were well trimmed as if he knew the day is his. "Hello Billy!" the sitting students in the school bus eager to see Billy their usual mentor. While moving the bus stopped and all the students forced out to shake Billy one after the other. "Thanks. Thanks I won't stop appreciating you all! My fans love me. How do you see that Paul?" "So interesting to see. Is it just because of today's drama in the examination hall?" "Of course. That has never happen before. I broke an history." "Sandra over there! Why so much gathering in buffet?" "Mr Steve had promise to wait till you arrive and join us. I didn't want to inform you. I want to take you by surprise." "Surprise!" "Paul we have wait so long for you." "Sir permit me to say I am about to be mock again." "Thinking otherwise?" "for the fact that I can see all my classmates here I will say something funny had been planned when I wasn't here." "Like what Paul?" "Billy and Sandra should have a clue about that." "Think so?" "I might not be wrong about this Sandra." "That is enough Paul. Actually, my wife gave birth today that was the reason everyone in your class gathered around me. Forty years of marriage had given me my first child I would not have Imagine as doctors says I am impotent." "You proved them wrong sir." "Of course I was right from onset. Nothing is wrong with me. I shall forever be happy of this." "I am so, so happy!" "sit for your food to be served." "My reading today is cancelled I must go to library tomorrow as early as possible, yeah!" I watch with calm as all my classmates eat happily. Billy sat close to Sandra watching me as if I am about distracting him from eating his food. My food was delayed due to late preparation. "Exactly the food in my boss house. The same scent every time." "Any problem?" "Georgina it was a dream about school I am yet to be in." "Boss sent for you. He require you to prepare faster. Remember today you will be in college. Mr Lawal is fully set to take you to school now." "My school wear is not ironed. How do I do now?" "trust me Paul it had been ironed. Smile!" "Thank you Georgina." "When you get to school a uniform must be given to you today, okay?" "Good to hear that. I am on my way to the bathroom." As I splash massive water on my body I began to feel cold. From the north, the cold is faster to team up with southern wild cold. Bathing very late can cause pneumonia I have no option but to make a determination of waking myself up day by day. Mr Lawal scared me as he shouted my name to alert me of his readiness. "I am about joining you shortly Mr Lawal!" "Paul be hasty before he leave you behind. Okay!" "Time is too short." "Mr Lawal must be so angry anyway he can't complain to avoid dismissal." "Yeah. Fully ready." Boss wait anxiously for me in happy mood. His curiosity take me back as I remember how I was as well curious about my father I longed to see. "Happy day for you today." Hurriedly I flung myself to the waiting car Mr Lawal was. Looking myself from mirror inside the car I became scared. Odd look from me downgraded my courage to experience first school life."First day for you." "How did you know Mr Lawal?" "By your dressing. Your collar is not presentable kindly adjust it." "O let me see what I can do to adjust it. I don't like any tie." "But now you can't escape to wear it. Your school uniform that would be given to you is with tie." "How to adjust it is a problem Mr Lawal." "Wait let me park the car and help you to adjust it." "Park here Mr Lawal." "Police-men around if I parked wrong you can't notice them until an offence is committed." "Here Mr Lawal." Easy for my boss driver to knot my tie. "Now you can call yourself a student not a tout. Nice to see you this way." "If not you many students will mock me today. Something bad is prevented in my first day of school." "Be prepared I am almost getting to your school." I pant as the word came out from Mr Lawal's mouth. "Get down hurry up. Students right now are in assembly ground you can catch up with them." "I am perplex to see large numbers of students." "Take away your fears Paul and join them in assembly or else you shall be punish." "A new student never know what late coming is all about. For this I will be childishly pardon." "Too early to make a judgement on your own case." "No time to talk more on this; I need to be among my fellow students. Bye." "I shall come to lift you home Paul." "Where should I stay in wait?" "outside school." "Okay." Mr Lawal drove speedily to meet up with my boss. On way to assembly; I was shaking as I walk. It was as if I was the person all the students had been waiting for. Thunderous claps to my direction almost push me down. How to come up with an idea of silencing them became my prime target. "I am one of you." "Hey new student keep your mouth shut or else I shut it for you." Bullying is around the corner; in fact muscular students were beside me making me look like grasshopper. "New student can you scratch my back for me?" I pretend as if I am deaf as I was asked to do what was not right for me. "You heard me." "Here to learn not to serve my mate." "O, ready to receive my blow." "Please know me and let us be friends." "I don't want to know you," he yells. "Students go to your various classes," the announcing prefect commanded. "Expect me in your classroom." "Am new and I don't think you can know my class." "Whoever dares with me pay through his or her nose." I left him while he was still barking to get me at all cost. A tall slightly slim man walked past the narrow ground linking to each classroom. He looked at me and make a low tone. My attention to know the man worry me. "He is the person in my dream. A teacher!" Circuitous prefects finish talking and each grin; hold whips checking shabby dressing. "New here?" "Y-Yes." "Tense this morning just like that." "Maybe Billy threatened him that is reason of him nervous." A prefect closer to me said openly. "Paul Collins The headmaster need to see you right now in his office." "It is Billy's fault not mine." "Not that. The headmaster want to give you new uniform and show you your classroom." Immediately I heard that I prayed not to be in Billy's class. "Pray to your God not to be in Billy's class. That boy is a bully. Expelling him is something difficult for the school authorities to do. He breaks students head for fun. I will prevent that from happening to you." "How?" "If the headmaster ask me to go and count number of students in Billy's class I shall tell him that class cannot occupy another student. That means going to that class will be almost impossible." "O." "Headmaster is coming!" Paunch tummy headmaster with his bald head bracing forward happily; lot of files equipped his stressful hands. "Good morning sir. Good morning sir!" I greeted him; he never answered. "Follow him." A prefect ordered. I catch his office and entered slowly with him. "Paul Collins where are you?" he shouted. "Already at your office sir." "The Collins' are a known family so therefore you are also known as one of their own. You are acting different from the family. Which class were you in your former school?" "never been to school all my life." "Wow! Can you cope in any class?" "of course sir." "School conduct is from this pamphlet. Take this keep it with you always. Rules and regulations also exist there. Fighting in school is a serious offence. We had expelled numerous students fighting. Billy is next we are targeting henceforth. You may know who he is later. Mr Collins is good friend of mine calling me time to time. Most people believe Mr Collins and I are twins. Take a look at me we are alike. So you are my son." we are not alike for even a second. I wondered if Mr Stingy's eyes is clear. I waited for my boss. Mighty textbooks on Mr Stingy's table shows he may be a bookworm. He smiled at me.

"But sir, who told you that I am son to Mr Collins?" "your resemblance is answer to that." "A worker in his house ... can never be his." "My handset is always ringing, who is on line now? When I finish; I want to hear what you are about telling me Paul Collins my son. Who? Who?" "It might be my boss." "Mr Collins is on line. Hello Mr Collins, I can't hear you clearly. Call back later." Again the phone rang harshly. The headmaster grudgingly picked his phone and answered. "Okay I'll be expecting you." An harder breath came from worried headmaster more enough to sent me shivering. "Take this books Paul Collins and keep some in your bag!" "Mr Collins is around," the female receptionist mutters. "Tell him to come in." I sat as my master was around. A shrill voice came forward into the headmaster's office. "Is Mr Stingy inside?" Mr Collins asked. "Yes. Standing before you sir!" school meeting is about to be held it stopped as Mr Collins had come. Telling exactly when his discussion with Mr Stingy would end is not easy to just predict. "Mr Stingy my boy is here, please take care of him before I come back from overseas!" "Congratulations sir." Mr Stingy excited as he heard overseas. He is aspiring to be there one day. "It occur to me meeting is about to commence here but my coming had prevented that." "Mr Collins my brother, happy to be with your son." "Oh my Paul? He is my housekeeper." "Gentle boy indeed my brother." "Well Mr Stingy I should be on my way to airport. Take this money. This money would be enough for Paul's schooling fees for each term spent here." "Thank you boss," I said. "My boy Paul when I come back from my trip I want to see you in flying colours. Avoid troubles when it comes." Unbelievable to me myself seeing me crying all along. "But boss for once you never told me you would be heading to overseas. How can I cope without you?" "Paul feel bad? From look of things I want you in school boarding house so that Hillary won't stress you!" "but boss how about Georgina?" "She will run all the work at home. Lawal is on his way to bring your belongings. My regional meeting is to be attended in Congo. Lawal is here. Bye Paul." Boss held his golden briefcase left after talking with me. On his left wrist a watch was there to keep his eyes busy each minute. "Wait boss!" "What again?" "Take my amulet wear it always to prevent you from attack from your enemies." "Good wearing but so heavy on my neck. Besides I don't believe in amulets." Mr Stingy silent and watching. "Keep it with you Paul. Maybe when I return you may give me back." Mr Lawal opened door for his boss to be in. "As usual boss early morning flight to Congo is now. Enter and let me drive faster to airport." It looked like dream to me; no Georgina here. "Paul primary three is too crowded. Only class free is primary four. You go there for interview. A teacher is waiting for you there. Hurry up before he finishes with other new students." "On my way sir!" I ran out shut the door. "Where actually... is primary four? Good morning sir!" interview had started as I enter. "How may we help you?" "Mr Stingy sent me here." "O yes, for interview?" "yes." "Did Mr Stingy mentioned my name to you?" "No." "Mr Johnbull is my name." Wider eyes man with short pointed nose. Mr Johnbull have an hectic days ahead for completing his mission as new entrance students tests officer. "Are you prepared for your test?" "fully ready to write it sir!" "Come over here take a sheet write your name!" while writing I turn every second to look if at all Billy is in that class pretending to write same tests with me. Billy is unpredictable since he had promised getting me at all cost. I faced down doing all my best to excel in my tests. One important mission easy for me accomplishing is in this college. My second mission is ahead. "Time up. Submit your tests I want you all to wait for your result." Mr Johnbull paused gaze through each answers of each tests submitted to him. "I don't need to mark it merely seeing your answers I can say the rights and wrongs. Sit here wait for results to be announce by no one else but me." My laps fidget restlessly; fear difficult to do away with began tormenting my state. Most new students sitting by my side never worry as defending all what they wrote is certain to make themselves calm. Mr Johnbull moody to announce what he might call poor results merely from his face one can say. "Only five students passed excellently. For now we now have our class four students. I shall paste their name for everyone to see." We rushed to see only five students name pasted. "My name! My name!" "if your name is not there come again next time to write another tests," Mr Johnbull said. "Who is Paul Collins?" "Here sir." "You scored the highest mark. Now follow me to headmaster's office for confirmation." I never feel scared rather my boldness was more pronounced. On reaching Mr Stingy's office my smiles increases bit by bit. "Paul Collins I may say I'm proud of you. First time someone from a rich family passed an entrance tests here is almost a decade ago. History difficult to break is broken by no one else but you. Congratulations!!" "thanks for that sir." "School boarding is ever ready to welcome you. Holiday can take you home. Without that reaching home is not permitted." "Mr Johnbull take my son to class four. Make sure he is comfortable there," Mr Stingy expressed. Stress is much, that led Mr Johnbull dashing his eyes and pushing his rounded tummy forward which can be mistake for a garbage can. Gravity stretched our feet to class waiting for me. Billy held his waist in wait; standing front of class four. I pointed my finger alerting Mr Johnbull that Billy wants to deal with me. Stupid of him, he rejected the claim. All students arose when Mr Johnbull enters. "I hope you have all prepared for my class. General studies is good to hear, enjoy it more and more." Conversations among students present makes class four a drama-place. "Silent. Total concentration! I need a student to shed more light about continent he or she is representing." Noise from onset seized; I kept head down thinking, waiting for a rescuer. "Raise your hand up if having anything to say." From my seat I show up courage stood up. "Yes Paul Collins anything to say?" "Umm ... Africans are more known with their dark race. We all belong to that category." Mr Johnbull clapped in appreciation to my explanation he accepted. "One day Paul Africans pride will be you." Billy smashes desks beside me out of quick anger. "Class this is Paul Collins know him very well from today." A girl came shaking hands with me. "I knew this face somewhere." "Me?" she forced out. "Sorry if I may be wrong saying so ... ." Her name eager for me to ask. "Your name?" "Sandra." "This is too much for me bearing. You were in my dream last night." "What role did I played in your dream?" "you were a burdensome to me Sandra." "That is enough Paul Collins. Billy can you shed an explanation on how British succeeded in colonizing Nigeria?" "Difficult to remember sir." An embarrassing laugh spread across quadruple corners of our class. "Unserious boy. Instead of researching you find pleasure in fighting." Though Mr Johnbull shows his dissatisfaction concerning how daft Billy had expressed himself but he never let that to weigh him down. "I should be ending this teaching for now and attend to Paul Collins." Mr stingy already waiting for me. I ran catching up with him making it easy for me to be handed my key to my room I will be staying. "I don't know my room sir!" "go meet that prefect over there he shall assist you." My heart beat reducing my faith in prefects. "Your belongings had been with me for over two hours. Paul Collins we pray you enjoy room that is free from violence." "Me?" "that is our college receptionist calling. Go and meet her she got something to tell you. Make sure you must listen to her very well." The college receptionist never complained I wasted her time. She gladly welcomed me smiling.
CHAPTER FOUR

"Paul every of that you need I will show it to you. Just follow me." Floor facing hostel I was walking to with the school receptionist present a smooth look to any guest coming there for first time. "Right here Paul!" "too big to stay, only me?" "put away your surprises." "Okay if you say so." Unnoticed to me I'm alone in midst of amazement. "This is magnificent. I won't even imagine me a poor boy can stay in room prepared for me." I check round anything I can focus on. Parading hangers all signals for pickup. "So neat!" stream of books piled up. Idleness difficult to engage in as each books can flush out lackadaisical thoughts in my room. Strange to switch on the light. My palms search about to switch on fluorescence above me. "I got it." A knock on my room door dried my boldness; I shifted myself and climb a cemented slab below window in my room to watch who might be knocking. "I hope is not Billy!" I watch calmly as I noticed a woman I suggested might be school messenger alerting everyone to gather themselves to eat at the school buffet. I came down from top immediately opening my room door to speak with her. "Are you only one occupying room-9," she asked. "Yes." "He must be rich." My only neighbour from room-8 said eagerly. "I'm Michael my trusted friend Jonathan is coming here very soon. If you need help knock my door close to you!" "Your class?" "O, primary-six." "That is great." "Time is against us. We must go together to school buffet to eat my friend. What is your name?" "Paul." "No surname?" "Okay. Paul Collins." "You must be from a rich class. Room-9 is only for three students." "Wow! How lucky I am. Only me." "Hi ... Paul!" "Sandra! You also have a room closer to me?" "not too closer. OO!" "What is wrong Sandra?" "Something ... Painful." An expression of pain and inward concentration altered the pale contours on her face. "Please ... tell me." "Can I follow you and Michael to school buffet?" "Of course we need you there. I know that place is right place for you to tell us that painful thing you wish to narrate." Quickly we were at school buffet sitting alongside other students watching TV and some were cracking jokes to entertain everybody. "Someone want me dead!" "how did you come up with that Sandra?" "I was bathing when the light went off. As if that is not all. I heard an heavy bang at the bathroom door. Scary voices all around me unbelievable to me I slept due to fear of been lynched." "Can we have a serial killer in this college?" "is possible Paul Collins." "Why can't you confirm who it was from room next to you?" "I did that but I got an encouragement to be free from premonition." "When only you again in your room did you hear another voice?" "No. Worst of all is red inscription boldly written on my doorway which say: —Beware of me Sandra." I gaze at Michael quickly; passion coupled with sorrows embraced his state. "Service of a clergyman is needed. If none of us can find that in this school definitely we must engage ourselves in night vigil to avert calamities to come." "Jonathan you will be leading us when we gather together to pray in my room." "No .. All we need is strong faith to brace us up for a showdown with that unwelcome night guest disturbing Sandra." From far I could feel my name been called by the unknown. "Quiet. Quiet. Who must be that person calling my name ...?" "It is me you fool. I now get you Paul. This time no escape not even from this sorts of cowards by your side." Billy and his gangs of same categories were more daring to us. "Paul I beg of you challenge me in midst of your friends." "Please Billy this is not right." "Oh. If that is what you will say tell me while you have guts to answer Mr Johnbull's question!" "I answer that out of ignorance." "Ignorance? Ha! Ha! Ha!" Billy excited to unleash vengeance on me as I pleaded.*

Michael cautioned Billy of school procedure so as averting disobeying school rules when in angry mood. "We are here to eat and not to fight. Billy come eat with us as one." "Sandra stay away from this matter I don't want to injure you. I guess you had nothing against me." "I know but if Paul offended you as it may be, report him straight to our headmaster." "If not for Sandra believe me Paul I could have give you what you deserved." "I-I know." Billy together with his gangs left us as we still shivers while he had gone. "Thank God nothing evil happen. Besides we must be lucky since nobody even knew what was going on." "See students going back to their hostels. We have to join them before Billy comes here again this time he might be back to kill." Choruses around our ears from each already satisfied students getting back to school hostels. I intended joining them to sing any song I can remember as I was still staying with my late mother. Lovely music began as I led fellow students on an hot day. "Here finally!" "Sandra within a second I smell here to be place we were allocated to." "Open your room door Sandra. That person always scaring you must be caught now!" we were in after her room door is opened; their laid uncommon silence. Minute later the fan breeze make rattling noise as something is clutching its blades. "This fan again? I disconnected it as I haste leaving my room." "Sandra is it spirit that is controlling the fan?" "help me I refuse to take this anymore!" "Prayer! Prayer! Only solution as challenges surface!" Jonathan usher us in mood of prayer. We ended as Sandra thank each of us before shutting the door. Evening hijacked such an hot afternoon as it won. Alone in my room I wept as my late mother came into my memory. So many books to read stopped me from shedding lonely tears. Patched brightness quickly turned night as I watch while laying flat on mattress with four-corner-stand. Heat shorten my breath that encourage me to pull off my body wears. School guards talking as they walk with their shiny duty torches. I peep through the window near bed I lie on. Four owls flew as they landed on cemented heap below window of my room. "This is exactly what might be disturbing Sandra while alone in her room!" Concern I have for Sandra growing so large. I felt worried since she may be powerless to face her oppressors. I step down from top of four corner stand which was holding me from downing. Metal chair nearer me played host to a lot of books as I checked only book related to what I wish reading. "Continent countries represent. I love this one. Mr Johnbull can challenge me in class. I must read what he likes." Tiredness, yawning weakened me. "How I wish I can still look through the windows." I lost kip that is part of me. Hours of reading caught short by cock-crow. I stood up to watch those usual voices of students heading variously to their classes. Horizontal exercises down the field became an interest rather than delay. Jonathan jog really strengthen all small courage within me. Grubby state never make students jogging ashamed. I wave from far still not even one person can sharply recognise me. I angrily grunted as I sat thinking of the day tasks. I swept the floor; as a former housekeeper I learnt ways of sweeping faster despite how horrible your broom might be. School bell jingled three times ahead. I prepared myself so clean. School bag coloured in Navy blue hanging on my shoulders. Teachers already teaching subjects of specialization in their fields. "Good morning Mr Johnbull." I humbled myself. "Paul Collins I am disappointed in you for your late arrival in class!" "Hungry is cause of it." My class was in complete ecstasy as I entered to sit on my chair. Mr Johnbull continue his teaching as I rested my head on the desk. "Georgina bring the food or else I will faint." "Paul Collins stand up!" "Sorry sir for sleeping." "Okay apology accepted but tell me who is your source of help?" I tapped head of mine as I ponder for an answer. Mother is still close pal I would never forget.

"The Collins' are my recourse. I will give them best gifts within my reach. That is to excel in my studies here." Mr Johnbull pinched his nose, he became baffled to see how serious my face is. Our day is interesting as students minute after Mr Johnbull asked me my source of help. Class work that is ten marks went to two of us in primary four. Five subjects for that day ended as I took the day. Closing hour I shook myself more ready another day to clinch another marks in class. Now tired as I got directly to my room. Assignment first is what I figure out for solution. Sandra had knocked my door violently; I refuse allowing disturbance alongside me. Sandra left since I never allowed her in. Books of interest lie on floor waiting so that it can be read. An envelope under the room carpet make me to write a letter to Mr Collins in Congo. "Hillary too need this. Georgina I won't write you any. You shall see me unexpectedly believe me I still remember help you had given me." I ran to take a shower as I penned the last written word. Just a short rest took me to another brighter day. I finished as usual, eat and hurried to class. Assembly ground seems tough as I can see no students even blinking their eyes. "Line straight," senior prefect in charge ordered. I recede as line extended. Strict looked prefects gathered far distance from us as if they had something against us. Mr Stingy watched our line, shook himself. It occur to me that morning is worst day he ever experienced as a school headmaster. He alight to addressed us. "Since 8:oo I had been waiting patiently now you all came at your own time." Grumbling in an apparent disagreement from the students make Mr Stingy to be more angry. "This days things change from something unexplainable: when I was like you students I am very smart. How do I say of you people?" noises around alerted each prefects as they punish us one after the other. "Let them back to their classes." Mr Stingy remark. As I step into my class I urge everyone to pray for a good moment. Class that almost look like classroom of breeding hooligans became class of prayer warriors. Mr Johnbull sat at back chair, join us praying as I appreciated his courage. Prayers ended exactly 10:00; sweats soaked my uniform than anyone. "How are you all?" "fine sir!" "have yourselves on your chairs as I teach." "So weak Paul. Eat this little bread I have with me." "Sandra, Umm ... good of you." Teaching materials positioned in case an example is needed. Mr Johnbull started lowly thereby giving us hope his teaching may end up becoming interesting. We enjoy his subject than any teacher that had taught us. The school bell jingled signalling it is time for another teacher to come into our class. "I think my period is over for today." An unfriendly man adjusting his specs walk in without saying his name. Mr Johnbull laughed broadly and left. Billy raise himself up to ask question from the man. We were fully ready to support him if he is punish just for his inquisitiveness. "I teach general studies but I practise tourism as an hobby." "Sir. Sorry interrupting you. We would appreciate knowing your name." Offence is best form of defence so I wasted no time to commit it in presence of my classmates. "I am known as a tourist around Africa and my country. I am Mr Adewale please accept my apology for not introducing myself earlier." His sun burn skin was only thing funny to look at. "Get lost we don't want you," Billy shouted. "Be free my students. My mission in a month should be accomplished." Diagram widely displaying map African nations are radiate for us to see as Mr Adewale show me first before moving round the class for open view. "Airplane can go faster than anyone's imagination. Along course of our study we shall be preparing for an excursion to excite you all. Read harder I may say best student in this class will go. Five in all will be heading directly for that. In a week from now that place might be paradise for the lucky student." I sank deeper into thoughts I know that place is my right to be. "Imagine to see yourself inside an helicopter on a free excursion." Weeks time from now I believe I shall be in an helicopter or an aeroplane. We rumble to one another as doubts were in our minds whether Mr Adewale was actually person to believe. Even a drunkard can't say what he told us. The money to hire helicopter is point of discussion for all primary four students. "Is there question from any one of you before I leave this class?" we could not even raise our hands up to ask if at all he is serious with what he promised our class. "You over there ..." I pretend as if I was not the person Mr Adewale is pointing. "Stand up young man." "Paul it is you." Sandra alert me. "Paul Collins is my name sir." "It seems curiosity can be seen on your face. I can read your mind." "Nothing for me to ask sir!" "this college is capable of giving money so as to support any project we needed. I shall talk to Mr Stingy about this." We ranted because it is must for our school to support Mr Adewale since he had something good for us. "Is there class monitor here?" "No. No!" Billy shouted. "Paul Collins is brand new class monitor. He is capable of that. I have nominated him." Only Billy against my nomination. He hissed while walking away from the class without saying excuse to Mr Adewale. Hot sun from surface of the Louvre shine into our eyes unexpectedly making our day quickly boring. Tint Sun too harsh for Mr Adewale specs, hence, he remove his specs and left the class. Talk of discussion around our class. A tall quiet boy whom I had try persuading to be my friend came, ask if Mr Adewale is truthful from his words. Another thing he was about asking was difficult for him to say since he stammers. Such handsome look from him will make anyone to doubt he is incapable talking faster. Mr Stingy together with Mr Adewale addressed us as we were almost leaving for break-time. "It came as surprise when Mr Adewale told me of the plan ahead. You all know the plan." "Safari park! Safari park!!" we shouted. "Plan date is not fixed." Turn of Mr Adewale is my expectation. Not too long Mr Adewale spoke confirming Mr Stingy as truthful. He assured us he shall convince Mr Stingy to hire an helicopter. "Northern hemisphere is where our helicopter shall be heading; after that we shall land in safari park." "Sir. I have question!" "Good. Ask class monitor." "Is there no region better going to than the north?" "Umm. Is just better as I have experience. Don't bother if you pass my test I know you shall enjoy there." "Another question. Please tell us what is inside safari park base on your notion." "Fine animals tamed for visitors to see is displayed inside their various homes." "How can we be sure that animals is safe to near?" "perfectly safe. Besides, a guard is ready in case something goes amiss." "God forbid. That guard cannot be rely upon." "I disagree with you as I have not heard bad news of safari park guides unable to perform their duties assigned to them." "Paul Collins. That is enough of that!" Mr Stingy expressed. "The safari park is our hub and abode in days coming. Paul Collins meet me in my office if there is questions again you might want to ask." Mr Adewale cherished me more than my classmates. Jealousy can be seen shining on their faces. Again the quiet boy came; he told me his name is Bravo. I stretch myself embracing him as my own. "Bravo I cherished your courage despite your agility." Sandra yelled, push me back as if she saw ghost walking in our class. "Sandra what is it?" I asked. "Bravo had never talk in class. It is miracle seeing him talking faster." "O, is that your surprise?" "yeah Paul Collins." Billy fold his arms fearfully. Bravo is his greatest threat as he now knows he can talk. For so long Billy had cheated him. "This boy is wicked!" "Bravo cool down your mind we shall both fight Billy." If Mr Collins heard I fought he must be disappointed with me when he arrive from Congo. Only me knew what was hitting harder in my mind. Sandra adjust her uniform looked at me suddenly.

"All humans have weak point." "Billy is scared exchanging punches when he is being watched." "Paul Collins you had studied him than I." "Is that all what you think Bravo?" Billy sat beside us pretend he is reading just to hear all we have against him. His bunch of unserious gangs that have same rough look as him were busy smoking their cigarettes happily. Break-time hour is opportunity of discussing bothering issues. Billy is not only in my mind but also in Sandra's mind. Something not too serious can pull Sandra's happiness down. Fear of night dangers is not over. Billy's case is a worry for her. Sandra hate cheating not to talk of limiting the defenceless students Billy got his fist on. "I got all you need!" Billy barked in an apparent display of war. Heavy slap went straight to Bravo as students scrambled for safety. Bravo retaliated faster than expected this led to a complete brawl between Bravo and Billy his oppressor. I sprang my feet; ready as I encouraged Bravo not only to fight for his right but also to report the matter so that the school disciplinary committee will caution or expel Billy together with his fellow gangs. "When I am through with him, you should be next Paul Collins!" Billy gangs pull out knives from their baggy pockets to stab me. Sandra began shouting for help. To her she believe I can't defend her and myself. The school balcony is that place secret war was going on Between Billy gangs and I. "Stab him! Stab him!" Again Sandra shouted painfully. Billy gangs seems to change their minds against me. Bravo is that person they want to unleashed terror on. "Do it now!" Bravo stopped fighting; shook his head as if I was going to die in minutes coming. "Very soon your friend Paul Collins shall be pronounced dead." Dead people are forgotten once years streamed memories of them away. If I die that would be big sadness to the Collins'. One door that serve as entrance to any class was blocked by Billy's gangs. "This boys is my protection. For Paul Collins unfortunately before I slice your throat new class-monitor is not elected. That means I am the new monitor." "Paul what can we do?" "Sandra I will overcome Billy once and for all." Sandra unable losing me knelt, pleaded so that I will negotiate with Billy. "Sandra why crying?" "Paul Collins I need your loyalty. That is enough!" "Thank God I know it is easy for you doing." "Paul Collins that is simple to do." "Paul we can't die here when our parents think we are in class by now. Just be loyal for our freedom." "No. I'm ready Billy. Attack me first!" Billy dive towards me. I twisted his hands backward. He shouted in pain. Neither his gangs could rescue him as he cried. "I surrender." Sandra couldn't imagine that. "Are you sure?" "trust me Paul Collins!" Sandra smiles difficult all her fear about keeping alive has diminished. "Unbelievable. Paul Collins this is true?" "as you can see Bravo it is true. Billy can be defeated!" Most students in our class had engage themselves to search for us. They suspect Billy about taking advantage of us. Jonathan trail our foots; located where we were but refused calling my name. Students in primary four rushed to the school balcony, held panting Billy for his judgement in Mr Stingy's office. While at headmaster's office Billy begged for mercy before I narrated what happened. "What is the problem Paul Collins?" "It is about Billy sir." Billy cleaned his eyebrows as he stand as an accused. "What had he done?" "He almost stab me sir." "Stab?" "I have witness sir." "Who is your witness?" "Sandra." "Call her here." Not long Sandra came in after I called her from class. "Em ... Paul Collins your father called from Congo." "What message for me sir." "He only ask of your performance which I told him you are excelling." "I am happy to hear this message." "So Billy murder is that thing you aspire for." "Let me explain sir." "No need for that. Stand here! I shall discipline you." Billy pinched his cheeks while tensed. He stare at wall clock backing Mr Stingy. "What are you staring at Billy?" "nothing sir." "Or do you intend to break it?"

Rear report comes unexpectedly at Mr Stingy's office Billy famous for his notorious character and this made him popular to school management. "We almost expel you last term if not for the school disciplinary committee I could have handle your case myself." "Paul Collins thinks he can offend someone and go scot-free." "Whoa! I see how audacious you can be. Until when I give right to you then talk." Mr Stingy left me in his office as I was with Billy taking a cold look at him. "Paul Collins I will win. I can manoeuvre each files on this table." "So you want good files change." "Fine. That is all." "Maybe that was why I heard students talking about an innocent boy that got expelled when he need his reward for championing the school to victory." "Trust me I exchange that innocent boy file since he refuse bowing for me." "Mr Stingy won't spare you when I tell him this evil deed you perpetrated." "I shall get revenge if they expel me. I will. I will." "Sorry Paul Collins I'm back." Billy prostrate beg for mercy as he knew all is not well with him. Greatest fear he exhibit is nothing more than expel. "Last parent meeting held was inconclusive because parents refuse agreeing on stiff punishment for any problematic student." "This is what you need sir." "Good of you my secretary." "I can assist you along sir." Mr Stingy brought sheets packets from his drawer gave it to me so that I will differentiate the sizes. "Small packet means small sheets." "Yes sir." "Rich parents fail training their wards. Hm!" "Upbringing contribute whenever a child is spoilt." "We suffer it most when they come with shady characters. School is last option for parents when children troubled them." "Sir. Is it bad contacting parents about their children manners?" "If school authorities do that parents would behave calm." "Why?" "they hate blames." "But it should be fault of parents having bad children disturbing school authorities." "In first place we shouldn't have give Billy admission." "Forget the past sir." "Prefect even make matter worse. Yesterday a prefect went drinking alcohol inside toilet." "I-I will say it is strange." "I caught him. Primary six is his class. By next year that idiot will be in secondary session, what will become of him?" "second chance is okay if he is granted." "He apologise which I forgive him." "Billy where is your parents?" "Can I stand up sir?" "you can." "M-my parents are in overseas." "Paul Collins I need your assistance kindly call Mr Johnbull here." "I shall sir." Billy dipped his hands into his narrow pockets fully ready bribing his way. "Your money should be big." Mr Stingy did not know I hid beside his office and eavesdropped. "$200 is what I have." "Billy add more money if you want me to turn this case upside down." "Okay tomorrow will solve it all. I shall add another $200." "Good boy. Be sure no one is briefed on this issue." Corruption is what I dislike Mr Stingy had mingle himself with Billy. Now I see reason that will make me believe Billy is above the law. I told Sandra all. Mr Johnbull drive his sport car gently into our school premises. I open his door for him which he came out thanking me. Sandra had warn me should in case Mr Johnbull asked me if I see Mr Stingy I should decline from saying I saw him that morning. School library open two hours after school assembly I went straight carrying all I need as Sandra accompanied me. I met a girl that taught me ways mathematics is solve without giving you problems. She saw how I battle for an answer. Sandra convince her I can do it. Jealousy sprung Sandra to know that difficult side so that putting me through won't bring second party. Lively vicinity around took off anger I have against Mr Stingy. "Paul very soon Mr Stingy would be sacked from his duty." "Hallucination as I can say." "He is our acting headmaster. The school owner would soon be back from Germany." Sandra broke my thoughts when she let me knew an acting headmaster is in-charge of the college he can't spearhead. "Is that owner a foreigner? I don't think so. He is an African."

"That headmaster of ours is fast to do whatever he wants if having slight opportunity." I seems confused starting from the moment I heard Mr Stingy receiving bribe from worst of all student in any college. "Big mistake for our school owner handling this enormous college to someone avid." "Mr Thomas with his accent, a simple man when addressing us very early on assembly ground." Without coming in contact with Mr Thomas I have a feel he should be best college owner that ever exist in this earth. "Paul Collins you prefer reading here." "Sandra you also add Collins to my name?" "Is it bad?" "don't be perplex I will say it is because I have never heard you called me Paul Collins." "Funny enough as you say. Paul is Mr Collins your father?" as I enjoy solving my mathematics I became lugubrious. Sandra want an explanation from this heart breaking question difficult for me replying. "Secret. Promise me you won't reveal it to even the ant." "Until permission is granted from you." "Nice hearing that Sandra. Collins is not my father. He is boss I worked for." "Is that why he attached Collins to your name?" "he did it since I told him my father had gone to Somalia. Mr Collins believed he may be dead." "More. More!" "let us sit under that tree Sandra." "Yes most students reading beside us may think we are talkative." Our day is interesting while discussing with one another. A big stone heavy to lift is pushed forward by me and Sandra. Good seat as I may say. We both sat mute after exercising out strengths. "So?" "Charles son is me." "Who is Charles?" "an hustler working tirelessly just for his family." "Ouch!" "hope is well?" "yeah!" "Sandra I ate swine faeces!" "tell me the truth!" "Jerry employed me as his worker when he saw how desperate I was searching for job so that I can raise money for mother's hospital bill." "Where is Jerry now?" "dead." "How comes?̒" "snake bite!" "Jerry allowed you to eat swine faeces?" "No. Hunger that night makes it easier tasting swine faeces." "Paul Collins I beg your pardon. Did Jerry chase you away?" "I escaped when he was about punishing me more for allowing his swine to escape from that wooden pen house." "Escape?" "I went far after my father's friend directed me." "To where?" "Mr Collins his brother's house." "I am touched!" "housekeeper job I did passionately. Mr Collins reasoned with his wife that I should be enrolled in a school." "New life as I believe!" "Work. Work. I became restless serving Mr Collins. I can't complain or else his wife would send me packing." "Can we both stroll to watch basketball? By now it should have started." "There!" "I said that." Ball went into the court. Students running on field enjoying warm weather brightening their day. "This is best game for me." "I prefer football." "Choice is hard making, with time this basketball game would be yours than any." "Hmm. I can't concur." "Hi. I trained all boys of mine rare tactics." "School basketball coach!" "you know better. I am nicknamed Sammy." Sandra on hearing his nickname hugged him. She longed seeing Sammy. "That is your favourite game?" "Yes Sammy." "How about my gentle friend?" "Paul goes for football." "Convince him basketball is for big boys and girls." "Football brings honour, fame more faster!" "Paul be among the boys. I shall gladly make you more famous than them." I felt a surge of triumph run through me. I focused on him monitor his eyeballs; sincerity empty in him. If Sammy word can be trusted definitely him as well should be greatest basketball coach ever existing. "You agree?" "I would think about it." "Hold this ball. Do as I say." "Okay Sammy." "Throw it up!" Sandra did as Sammy ordered her. "Perfect!" "Sandra pays more attention, Sammy." "So that is what you bear?" "yes Sammy." "Fine. On Thursdays meet other players, learn from them as they practice near the court." "Sammy Should I come with him?" "Who?" "Paul." "Why not, if he wish following you, fine!" "Sammy expect me on Thursdays this exact time." "With Paul too." Sammy waved blankly at us.

"Wonders. Sammy want me to join the college basketball team. He can't decide for me." Evening had appeared than we expect. "Basketball players all have strange tattoos on their skins." "Is that your belief about basketball players?" "I dislike basketball Sandra." "Mr Thomas car. I said so. He had arrived from Germany." Happy boys and girls smiled from outset, frowned when Mr Thomas dark German car passed them. "Tomorrow shall be a tough day Paul Collins." Birds flew to their nests. I turn watching how jovial day ended very well. "Paul Collins be fast we should be at our rooms." Trekking from field is for once hard explaining. I checked my wristwatch every five minutes of walk. "We are almost close." As I came close to my room I could feel flowing airs around me. "We see early Sandra." Sandra open her room door, entered inside. "Mr Stingy I smell danger around you. Your boss is back." I ate sugarless biscuits I left in my box, slept happily. "Who is that? Is morning?" "Open." I took my bathe put on my uniform; wore brown sandals. "I have finished please!" Immediately I step out I quickly locked the door. "Assembly had started Paul Collins." Mr Thomas was making an announcement respectively. I saw Mr Stingy absolve in fear. "Fellow students this morning I ordered Mr Stingy to expel a rude boy from this college. Billy is what they called him. He insulted me when it came to my notice he had offended his seniors." I now seems more happier when I receive live news I wished for. Mr Thomas finished making his announcement. "Sandra congrats!" "for what Paul Collins?" "Billy is a forgotten student." "Remember he can still buy his way in." "Mr Thomas does not accept nonsense for Billy it is over." "Hello students when is break-time free foods await everyone of you at school buffet. You are all free to your classes." Loud chorus make Mr Thomas smiling. Classroom already neat than ever before. Mr Thomas arrival had brought good changes we can't explain just in a day everything seems like dream to me. While we receive lecture about personal health the college time keeper jingled the bell. "Break time. Break time." It was fun ending what we should had known. School buffet crowded every seconds. Numbers placed on each seats. Sandra sat closer me. "Today our oppressor is finally expelled; I am too happy Paul Collins." "Which food do you prefer?" the hardworking known waitress asked calmly. "General food." "We never have that on our menu lists. Every foods had names. Look through the lists, select best one you prefer." "Rice mixed with salads." Sandra had started eating hers before food I ordered for was brought. "Billy is here!" A cold shrill voice from Sandra scared me. Simultaneous punches every inch around signals danger to school buffet owners especially. Empty bottles of soft drinks smashed while used as injuring tools. Gallant security men fully alert took Billy away. "Have no fear as you both eat. Billy would face full wrath of the law." Grey hairs she present tells more of her age. "I had been insulted by children I can give birth to." An indigent old woman speaking lucid language. "Your name is..." "Paul." "Mrs Fabian is serving you now." "But ma'am your children suppose to be assisting you whenever you are called for assistance." I showed displease with Sandra statement towards old Mrs Fabian. "I married almost three decades ago when love is love." I almost burst out massive laugh as I see she is still interested on love. "This work is tedious; most important hours that I had decided is for my children is consume serving college students." College ambience is calm when Mrs Fabian was talking. No order from customers waiting. I packed all dirty plates, spoon, cups for thorough washing. The work I engage myself into is laborious. Sandra assisted me in washing everything I packed to kitchen. We were through less than an hour. "Very quick Paul." "Is there more Mrs Fabian?" "Yes. I will do that. Thanks. You can sit, relax, listen about my past interesting years." "Sorry I am about to interrupt you, tell us about your husband." Sandra rustle as her desire was accomplish that is exactly what was bothering her mind. "Fabian had died for so long." A short sting surprise ran over me making me to cough. Doctor coming in contact with me firstly would think I am diagnosed of tuberculosis. "Want some water?" "don't mind Mrs Fabian," I said. "My husband was a loving type to his family and our neighbours. I missed my Fabian when alone!" Keeping close eye on Mrs Fabian one may suggest she had been conned so many times by crooks. "Good husband who performs duty of an house wife." "Sorry Mrs Fabian I share your feelings!" "I lay on bed beside him, admire him with praises. Fabian keep bad friends around him. He even got drunk often. Day came when things began getting worst; Fabian could not take worst situations as it come he beat me mercilessly in presence of the children." "It is unbearable. I suppose appropriate authorities should had been informed." "Worst thing trying if Fabian knows then I am finish." "If it is possible going back to the past I will help you Mrs Fabian." "You are not born then definitely it is impossible." "What were your children doing when your late husband maltreated you?" "They cried pitifully, as their tears was on they do what their instinct can convince them doing. Fabian legs were seized." "I love that! I love that!" "Fabian got angrier beat his children bruises were displaying on their feeble bodies." "Is your neighbours unaware of what was going on?" "I will say our closest neighbour came out pleading with him to stop beating his wife." "So Mrs Fabian is it death that snatched your husband away that allowed you to be a waitress in this college?" "It is not as you think. I can't feed my children with sands. They deserved good food from mother's hard work." "Wait Mrs Fabian, is your husband keeping an affair outside his matrimonial home?" "Yes. I remember my daughter inform me that her father's phone had rang continuously." "Did you told her to give it to her father?" "I did. She came back telling me he had slept." "I—I am heartbroken Mrs Fabian." "I read text forwarded to him. One thousand messages all were about Love, nothing more else off love." "If it is me I will wake him up. He deserved an answer." "I did that. Fabian snubbed me when asked about that text sent to him." "He should be found guilty if he is tried in court," I flushed. "White shirt he wore was blotched with red substance smelling offensively." "I guess Mrs Fabian it is nothing more than lipstick." "You know right. It is true." "Affair with a girl." "He is suspected for philandering. I refuse giving him his phone; mistakenly I dialled one number which later provoked him. The person that answered me seems to be his sugar girl." "Hmm!" "I receive insults from her as she believes it is Fabian's wife she was speaking to. I almost ran mad." "Mrs Fabian what you should have done is to warn that girl." "I warned her to keep off from Fabian or else I will deal with her publicly. In return she warned me to get ready for war." "Good men change sometimes; this experience I have heard will remain fresh in my mind." "Divorce won't come from him since I will say, he did not threaten you with divorce." "Fabian did that my daughter." "I am Sandra." Oh yes. Your mother knew best for you. Sandra fit you as a name." "An order? I can serve him!" "leave it I don't want our big boss wife to know I don't wish serving at this present moment." Break-time was over all students had left except I and Sandra. We wish to hear what led to the death of Mrs Fabian's husband that made her hairs grey while having young person skin. We dodge when we spotted dark car coming towards our direction. Under our chairs we hid watching different legs passing us faster. "Where is Sandra? Where is Paul? You could have inform me before leaving." "Mrs Fabian bend down." She stretch herself down, catching a glimpse of our welcoming eyes. "Come out and sit."

"I hope no dark car is cruising?" "If there is I won't call both of you out." "Mr Thomas can be unpredictable. If he discover we are sitting instead of being in our classroom he will forward our case. That means we will be expelled." "I know when he is coming. When the sun is at its scorching stage expect him." "Sandra be alert." "Paul Collins don't rely on me. Be as well alert." "More food if any of you is hungry." "Ah! As for me I can proudly say I am okay." "Selfish ingrate. You forgot I am here. how about me? You seems not to be bothered Paul Collins?" "That is enough Sandra." "Silent Paul. Silent Sandra! Mr Thomas can pass unnoticed. Do you both wish good for me?" "Yes. you are our school mother." "Em ... as I was narrating, I went reporting that matter to Fabian's friend. Mr Kobakoba followed me directly home. He knocked before I open the door and led him in. Fabian questioned appearance of his friend when he did not invite him." "Sandra check your time the sun will soon scorched." "Mr Kobakoba pretend I had not tell him anything. I smell danger when Fabian walked his friend out of his house." I winked Sandra forcefully. Mr Thomas pretend he was making an important call from his handset. Sandra knelt before Mrs Fabian to beg if asked about her presence and that of mine. Mrs Fabian promised she must do the undo so that we will not be expelled from the college. "I passed a circular informing all prefects to chase unserious students away if the bell is jingled. This two what are their problem?" "Yes. Yes. she is lucky you came quickly. Sandra is battling with stomach ache." "Is that what led her to kneel down?" "fear must be the cause sir." "Hey boy is there also problem with your stomach?" "No sir. I directed Sandra to school clinic but she insist food must be in her stomach before heading to clinic." "I understand boy. Now Sandra do you prefer your meal serve in school clinic?" "I want Mrs Fabian to prepare her delicious rice." "In school clinic my personal cook have an office there. She is a good cook. I don't need monitoring her prowess of cooking. All I need from her is delivering in services she likes rendering." "I have phobia for people I never knew. If I eat their food I can die in pain." "Mrs Fabian I must say I am happy you hear what she is saying. Tell me the truth, is Sandra really okay? Or did you cast a spell on her?" "Spell? Whatever Sandra said is her choice. Stomach is sensitive, therefore eating an unknown person food can be dangerous." "Mrs Fabian hold your lips!" "I will sir. If you want me to close my eyes I won't hesitate." "I own everything in this college. From this primary section to secondary section. I decide for you and your boss." "Mr Thomas I beg of you, avoid telling big boss wife. As for Mr Babs he will forgive me." I whimpered for Mrs Fabian. Dismissing her should not be welcome from either side. "Hold that tiny lips of yours." "Sir forgive Mrs Fabian." "Boy even in Germany I don't tolerate. Carry your cross alone. Mrs Fabian is certain not to escape this wrath of mine." "Stomach pain!" Facetious Mr Thomas rub his smooth palm on his cheeks. "Mrs Fabian go now bring some snacks." Sonorous voice of Mr Thomas shows his passionate feelings towards one of his student. "Boy fear not Sandra shall be strong when Mrs Fabian is through cooking sweet hot rice." Closing hour is drawing nearer. Mr Thomas try bringing an idea for excusing himself from attending to Sandra's health. That is opportunity we wait for still yet he find it difficult to come out with tangible reasons. "Sandra food is ready," Mrs Fabian informed. "Eat Sandra. If this food is not properly cooked well tell me now." "Sweet meal Mrs Fabian is too good to be elevated as chief cook in this college." "Chief cook I shall do all within my reach as Mrs Fabian has bring full happiness for me and all students. Ill health here is something your parents never expect for once. Mrs Fabian expect your promotion letter from now. I shall inform Mr Babs right now!"
CHAPTER FIVE

Horn from Mr Thomas dark car make him speedy joining his personal driver directly to college quarters which he temporary stay before he heads to Germany. "Is this real? For long I was sideline as big boss wife refused promoting me. Chief cook?" "be happy Mrs Fabian. I share this happy day with you." "I won't stop to thank both of you." "How can I convince myself that it is our school mother that won for us. We can't be afraid of expulsion." "Mr Thomas know our names." "Sandra I need the end of Mrs Fabian experience when she was married before becoming widow." "Students had closed." "Leave them, besides, Mrs Fabian is not complaining we are here disturbing her." "Paul Collins I wish to play basketball even when Sammy had not give me go ahead to join the college basketball team." "From this place trust me we would both watch how students are having fun around basketball court." "Serious?" "why not Sandra." "Promise is a debt." "Well believe me. Mrs Fabian I apologise for any obstruction." "How can you? Have I forget your contribution towards this success I have today? The answer is no!" Sandra smug state allowed basketball overtake her. "Fire gutted our house during that time my husband is already asleep." "Oh God!" "his body burnt beyond recognition." "Mrs Fabian how much will I give you so that past memories won't hurt your personality?" "Sandra enough of that. She have unlimited freedom so avoid stopping her!" "Mrs Fabian where were you when fire gutted the house?" "away monitoring business I have." "Which type of business do you do?" "in future journalist should be your career. Okay selling locally made cloths." "That is too stressful. Had it been that positioned paid workers are hired by you something wrong may not have happened." "Children foresee than adults, if I have ability to see as the way they see, I could have still be doing business by now. New business is dangerous entrusting it in employees hands." "Mistake. Mistake. Human is not born to be perfect. Definitely wrong must occur." "Sandra no one is above mistake." "Mrs Fabian don't be offended. How was your reaction when it occurred to you your husband is dead?" "sympathisers pass that message when I saw huge crowds gathered around our compound. Atmosphere thick of chronic smoke took over usual air." I remove white handkerchief I reserved in small bag in pocket of mine, cleaned Mrs Fabian falling tears. "Widow at young age is challenging for whoever is experiencing it presently." "When boss is back I shall assist you with any amount I can get from him." "I appreciate, but I did not ask for that." "Consider your children Mrs Fabian. Whatever I contribute can also assist them." "Me too. When is visitation day my father, a trained sailor is capable of giving you money within his reach if I complain you need assistance." "I should be satisfied with pittance I earned. Five girls under my care never complain one day." "So fast? Time is against us. We should be prepare to watch basketball players practising." "How happy I am. When I get home the good news I shall be telling everyone is nothing more than Mr Thomas promise. Chief cook too big for me." "By tomorrow expect I alone." "How about Sandra?" "maybe she may come as well." "Expect me Mrs Fabian. Bye." Noises along road towards the basketball court awake our spirit to high esteem. Sammy voice can be very funny; his instructions was demanding. "Sammy is it today?" "Thursday is not good for my players. I change their training to Tuesdays. I should have inform you yesterday." "Sammy let me spin the ball." I became fascinated watching Sandra swinging herself up in an apparent display to challenge any opponents. Sammy encouraged other players, tapping them on their shoulders. Three hours training over. Hostel was waiting for us.

I make a patter on pediment fix to the door of my room. Opposite me is room-8 which occupy four students of same family. "Can we help you? Sorry it is you." "I want to know if intruder comes, who will be first to know?" "we of course in room-8 if room-9 occupant is not around." "That was reason of me tapping room-9 door so that room-8 occupants can burst out see for themselves that stranger knocking opposite them. If it is your room you won't behave strange." "I understand you. You just want readiness in case emergency calls." "How about other brothers' of yours?" "trust them sleep had arrested their minds." "So early?" "their day was tough." "I reason, mathematics stress them." "You also know?" "our mathematics teacher Mr Sagastic want each students he ever taught to understand his subject." "I had it in mind I will meet him one on one. Do you hear?" "hear what?" "entrance examination to secondary is next week I have the form which I filled just now." "How do I get mine?" "go to Mr Stingy's office very early when he is in office. Tell him you also want to attempt writing entrance examination. If he ask which entrance examination just say the one of secondary." "I shall do that." "Paul prepare ahead once and for all." "Thanks for your advice. Goodnight neighbour." "Henry speaking to you." "Oh Goodnight Henry." I leap up, push the door fully open, close back the door. Cooking sweet rice exactly that of Mrs Fabian is my intention. College rules still stand cooking in hostel is prohibited. "Therefore this is useless. I don't need this foodstuff, stoves I brought from my boss house. Food? Who brought this?" I check three foiled plate hot rice is in. Each is having morning, afternoon, night and room-9 is pasted on it. "That is good. Mr Thomas had eradicated old laws. This new law will save time, energy." I pull drawer spoons I kept were, took one spoon remove the cover sealing the foiled plate. "This will be delicious." As expected aroma from the food allowed me eat comfortably. "One plate enough for only me. This two is waste." I crawl to my idle mattress. "Bed?" Mr Thomas countable reign had again changed my room. I expect to sleep on mattress which is now a decorated bed. I slept so early cock crow awoke me. Reminding myself for the necessary things is first every morning. I bathe quickly, put on my uniform, wore my sandals, buckled it. "Fully prepared." Mr Stingy's office played host to me. "Paul Collins can I do something for you?" "good morning sir. I came to make an enquiry if I can also collect the form for the entrance examination." "Which entrance examination?" "usual entrance examination which is mandatory to write for students gaining admission to secondary." "You trust yourself?" "I do sir." "Boy where you not the one I saw at the buffet?" "right sir." "Is Sandra fine?" "yes sir." "Mr Thomas this boy is a good Samaritan. If not for him that girl may not walk to eat at the buffet." "He is son to Collins." "Collins. Collins. I recall that rich man?" "he came when you were in Germany." "Did he ask of me?" "too hurry to even talk more. When Collins came here he was on his way heading for Congo." "Collins Jnr." "Paul Collins is what I call him. Since Collins is his father." "Right." "Take the form fill it now." I filled as I was requested to do. Next week dawn quickly. I sat in examination hall. Wrote what I know. Mr Adewale test is next in my agenda. If I do excellently well the Safari park must be my next destination. On reaching hostel I got an information from Henry that in a week time result will be out. For over six days I had not set my eyes on Sandra neither did she came to check me. Reading in library had denied me going to class. All I know is that Mr Adewale test cannot pass me by. Mrs Fabian must have ask after me. I won't keep this a secret if ask. As school mother she would not wish bad of me. "hold on." A bang gear me up. I open to see who it is. "Sandra how is everything." "Fine. Your name appeared on the list." "List of what?" "you are asking me?

have you forgotten you wrote an entrance examination?" "Oh! I made it. Sandra rejoice with me." "Mrs Fabian had already heard you passed excellently. She receive her letter of promotion as chief cook." "I shall be in secondary section. I saw Mr Thomas we spoke at office of Mr Stingy." "Mr Thomas? He had gone for his Masters Degree Programme in Germany today." "So quick? I pray he should not stay for so long. Walk faster I don't intend going late." The school sweepers had swept every floor, some were washing the school toilets, others were cleaning each hostels windows. "Mr Thomas must had approve this before travelling." "First time I have witness such in this place." Primary four students discussing how one of their own will soon be forgetting all about primary. "Paul Collins shake me." "Bravo I must do that even if I am stopped. Bravo be the class monitor from now." "Me? This is big workload." "Take things gradual as it comes. Secondary section is a reality for me." "Mr Adewale is in class Paul Collins." "No delay students, I should be on my way for an important symposium." "Sir your test when is it commencing?" "any moment in three weeks time. Paul Collins active class monitor. Your class now look spic-and-span." "Bravo is class monitor." "Is it this naive boy?" "Bravo fully capable sir." "Class cooperate with your new class monitor. Besides, how did votes went on his favour?" "I voted him sir." "Paul Collins I am delighted on your success. You alone passed from the whole primary four class. I shall present you a gift when I return from the symposium." "I wish you safe journey sir." Mr Adewale started his teaching by explaining how a good environment should be like. As it is common of him he drew a chart on the board, our inquisitive eyes fixed rectilinear. "Safari park has this environment I drew on board for all of you to have a view of. Class work. Bring out your books . List ten animals that is easily found in safari park. I shall give only twenty seconds." I created a version of thoughts; animals friendly, fierce ones, I listed them accordingly. "Paul Collins sweats over your body. Simple work to do. Hasten up I shall mark yours first." "Nine remaining one. This is it sir." "Paul Collins consumed thirteen seconds out of twenty seconds given." Mr Adewale rested his head against his shoulder as he smile while marking my work. His smile shows I passed his class work. "Passed. Get set for safari park." "Injustice! Injustice!" sixteen students that their work was rejected protested. "When I am back I should have your luggage set." "Sir. Is hired helicopter on its way?" "Mr Stingy had arranged for it." Mr Adewale wore his hat on his head, blew off dirt taking refuge on his specs. "Have a nice day," he said. Bravo snuffled as he notice Mr Adewale had no regard for other of the students in class. "Paul Collins do what you can, I want to go to the safari park with you." "Class monitor does not focus on only himself." This was a hell of a beginning for Bravo as I vomit my mind to him. "Paul Collins it is must for me to be at the safari park!" "save your last word Bravo," Sandra warned. Four teachers taught us before the time keeper jingled the bell. "Smile Paul Collins. In two minutes time Mrs Fabian will see you." "My children is coming!" Mrs Fabian yelled. "Sit here both of you. As chief cook all salaries I shall be receiving won't delay for once." "Mrs Fabian very soon I shall follow Mr Johnbull to safari park." "So Sandra is not going with you?" Sandra jovial mood changed when Mrs Fabian asked me question I must reply. "Mr Johnbull mentioned only me. I shall convince him when he is back." "Bring their food!" "where you aware we were coming Mrs Fabian?" "I just prepared myself. This buffet I worked now has another branch not far here. Right after my promotion I no longer cook but only to supervise." "Mrs Fabian why the noises around?" "Football stadium. Final will commence exactly ten." "I apologise, I don't want to miss little of the game. I shall come back with Sandra." We followed other students at their back. "Take your ticket." "Any need for this?" "yeah ... differentiating our students as against other students coming is the reason for the ticket in your hand." "Sandra hold it." "Number nine seat for you. For the girl number ten seat is also free." "I have heard of stadium I don't even know our college is beside this enormous fine stadium." "Large crowd?" "So wide." The gaudy stadium was filled to its capacity, thrilling songs of quick expectation from the welcoming crowd. Above us, glow weather was unpredictable. "Jonathan here too?" "I don't want to be told how the match ended." "So it is just starting?" "you came after ten minutes it started. One goal to nil. Our college football team is playing with no experience. Mr Adewale is our college coach. Look at him over there so worried." "Oh!!" our fans shouted immediately when one of our player was brought down. From look of things there is a flare among the spectators. "Our strikers seems timid scoring." "Paul Collins. I search for you everywhere. Mr Adewale had asked for you. Can you strike?" "Strike what?" "I mean play as a striker." "Never in my life have I played football not to talk of playing in an important match like this." "Our school shall be disgrace if we lose this match." "How about if we win?" "each players on winning side will be sponsored." "To where?" "football academy." "Go tell Mr Adewale I will try if given the chance." "Wait for me I should be back two minutes time." Sandra is a lover of basketball but she believe since I prefer football than basketball I can spring surprise when tried on pitch. I left her promise coming back after final whistle is blown. I jog down, on my way, Michael stopped me while taking me to meet Mr Adewale. "Paul Collins put on this jersey." "I will coach." "Substitution. Substitution!" a worse performing player changed, I got in. "Paul Collins play well upfront." "I shall not let my college down!" not too long I kicked the ball to my partner gusty rain pour violently. I became imperceptible by the opponents. I was ready in case direct pass come to me. Direct pass came. "Direct Paul Collins!" my firepower goal silent the opposition. "Good Paul Collins. I need more goals." Mr Adewale jumped around, his frowns turn to happiness. Again ball was passed to me, this time I slobber ten players with evolution knack, the goal post was my target which I did without an obstruction from the slender goalkeeper. "Goal!" drums were wildly beaten from our college supporters club. Frothy sweats all over me. "Latch onto that ball Paul Collins!" Mr Adewale not still satisfied with the two goals. My filmy posture never discouraged Mr Adewale from onset. Flawed and fickle human reasoning caused defeat for the opposing team. Final whistle blown after ninety minutes of play. Knickerbockers worn by the defeated team coach squeeze, unbelievable for the coach, he wept angrily against his players. Gloomy state all over Mangrove college players, supporters, and spectators wishing them victory. Mr Adewale ran, lifted me up, our college students sang happily. An emblem of victory given to me, dignitaries coming far shook hands with me. The impartial referee shook my right hand wishing better days ahead for me if I wish playing football as a player. "Paul Collins gold trophy for our college; Mr Thomas office will have this for anyone that want to have a feel of it." "First time playing, scoring, winning I can't believe what just happened now." "You can hear this? Paul Collins had not even kicked a ball in his life before playing today." Mr Adewale spoke directly against my team mates. "Paul Collins is a professional player that don't need any coach." Booed defeated Mangrove college players took all they brought, enter the waiting bus. Their unhappy driver drove off as he is instructed to go immediately. "If you are hungry Paul Collins, chief cook is coming soonest. She must follow five other women." "To do what?" "serve you and others of course." "Sir. This jersey I love it."

"It is now your own, also the boot." "I own this?" "is it too big?" "too gorgeous." Tint brown coloured jersey Mr Adewale gave me shows his love for me to be a future player. "This gold trophy will last for two years under our care. You made me proud. Our national dailies first headline must be about our college victory. Mr Stingy should have heard about our victory. Our college is best in Africa." "Paul Collins your cloth." "Sandra throw it to me." "Paul Collins tell me the truth. You were a striker before?" "never." "Then, where did that skills of yours came from?" "God surprised me when I need him. Watching my beloved college going down is what I will never accept." "Hmm!" "I am dedicating my emblem to my late mother." "How did it happened?" "I got to this city by chance. I search for job desperately that was why I am sent to this city." "Why must you search for job when you are still young?" "mother was sick so I need money to keep her alive." "I still don't understand. Where is your father?" "mother told me he had travelled to Somalia." "He should not have when he had family behind." "I would say I am desperate to meet him anywhere in this world." "Somalia is distance going to." "Ship can go there?" "that region is cold. People going there die on their way." "Help me out sir. How is this journey going to be if I embark it?" "sorrows, sorrows and sorrows if you refuse me." "I must be patient sir." "What type of job did you finally got?" "housekeeping job!" "Wonders. Continue Paul Collins." "This is where result of my hard work brought me." "I still don't understand. Who brought you to this college?" "Mr Collins my boss." "That your boss is a good person. He cherished you." "Education is best legacy for him, working as housekeeper can't make me educated, Mr Collins knew that." "Can I meet him?" "he is in Congo." "Is he a Congolese?" "No. A business man going for regional meeting annually in Congo." "Chief cook is here. We have waited so long Mrs Fabian." "Mr Adewale sorry for the delay." "Paul Collins is now an hero." "Paul Collins hug me. I hate defeat. That college deserved whatever happen to them." "They were more prepared than our team. Luck is just against them." "Serve him food before it get cold Sade," Mrs Fabian commanded one of her co-worker. Spices on food served discourage me from eating because I dislike spices. "It seems you are not hungry Paul Collins?" "too much spices is on this food." "Chief cook why did much spices appeared on this food?" "students coming to eat at the buffet enjoy spices in their snacks. Mr Stingy told my boss that we should not be serving snacks alone but also to cook rice and any meal, that prompt me to add more spices on food students demand." "Buffet is where snacks are served. Now explain where this rice came from?" "restaurant inside the buffet." "Is Mr Stingy aware of it?" "Mr Thomas knew about it." "What was his reaction?" "well he did not say anything about that." "Sir. Don't forward this issue." "Paul Collins there is no problem. It came as a surprise to see rice served instead of snacks and soft drinks." "I may not play ball for the primary again. How I wish such competitions are organised for secondary students." "We must see the organisers privately when they come for their trophy." "Sir. This is my school mother." "You should have told me when I am confronting her." "I suppose but I want you to finish talking with her." "Mrs Fabian sorry for hurting you." "No. No. As assistant acting headmaster has right his boss has." I stared eating when I have my appetite. Soonest all food in my plate finished. "Delicious meal. Can I get some more?" "Sade, is there more rice?" "I cooked food that is enough for two hundred students." "Paul Collins my son, Sade would serve you. Meet her." "I trust you mom." "Mr Stingy is around." "Gold trophy in my tenure, forever I won't forget this victory. Paul Collins it had been long we had battled so tough like today. We almost come close two years ago." "Life is not friendly with me two years ago. Besides, I focused more on this small stomach of mine and my mother." "Poor boy mama's pet. Prize money for this gold trophy is doubled two years ago." "Players that played two years ago where they sad when our college crashed out?" "I whipped them on assembly ground. I got a call before last two years final was played. An unknown caller told me our college players had danced all night with ladies in Addis Ababa." "Maybe the opponents framed it." "I called a friend of mine which I saw during when I visited them on pitch on semi-final day. He confirmed it is true our college players had gone to night club." "Did college coach supported them?" "he claimed it is a big lie." "That is weird." "I tabled the issue before Mr Thomas." "So?" "that unserious coach was changed then Mr Adewale was appointed college football coach with immediate effect." "That place you mentioned is not far from where my father is. I could had done the worst. I may had search about for my father." "Is his address with you?" "I will ask even a tiny creature I met if he knew Charles a good man." "Fatal mistake it could had been." "But someone may had seen him before." "Is it easy to leave your country, go far east Africa asking about someone you can't even describe?" "Frustration can cause that sir." Large crowd stadium I played became silent after ninety minutes of play. No tone recorded everywhere calmed. Decorations had been blown away by low friendly breeze. Stadium maintenance had given authority to all sweeping groups to start making both seats neat and the carpet grass should be rid of dirt. I joined workers , working tirelessly. I never intend collecting anything from whoever shall be paying them. Mr Stingy sat on stadium carpet grass wishing doing same but he was not allowed based on his personality. Mrs Fabian had packed every plates used for eating. She had left with her co-workers. Students had rushed asking for me from securities watching over the stadium. I saw Bravo coming forcefully, I dodged him if not he could had asked for that trophy given to me. I mopped seat number nine. For years to come that seat shall be special for me as a spectator. Rain had soften hard part difficult cleaning in stadium. Mr Stingy pinched his jaw wondering such victory in a large stadium he was standing in. Mammoth crowd had waited patiently for me in college. Football academy certain but I don't want it mentioned. Stampede almost occurred when I lifted the gold trophy for viewing. Jersey I worn demanded, I was almost like a worldwide football star. College securities denied access to whoever wants to touch our college gold trophy that is newly born. "Paul Collins shift back!" Mr Stingy warned. Most muscular students overpowered courageous security men. Mr Stingy flicked me, I backtrack running for my life with Mr Stingy doing same. Infighting occurred which turns bloody. I hid in college toilet. Mr Stingy was also at my back panting for his life. "I left my shoes while running away." "Can I get it for you sir?" "angry students are unpredictable. Some may be dangerous don't take this risk." "Sir. Prowlers stay calm." Situations protean from bad to worse. College windows smashed beyond recognition. "Paul Collins I can't harm you. I want to speak with you." "Bravo first assure me everything will be in control!" "trust me no one shall hurt you!" "he is lying Paul Collins." Mr Stingy assured. "Here I am Bravo." "Where is that coward?" "he had run away." "Where is our gold trophy?" "is with Mr Stingy." "The seniors in secondary section had gone for one week break. Anyone you ask when they are back will tell you I am good in boxing. Mr Stingy snubbed me after I told him I need a ring in this place." I flatter Bravo just to lessen his angry mood. "Bravo I shall tell him myself, boxing ring can promote talented students. I know you wished to win gold trophy for our college." "I must do all to follow you." "As footballer?" "As happy traveller."

"Mr Adewale must be aware that your presence in safari park is necessary. When he comes I shall convince him we can work together in whatever he want us to do." "This is a very good assurance coming from you. I believe I can't trust anyone but you." "Dialogue is best option to untold disagreement." "Paul Collins you reasoned like an old man." I sympathised with him, for once Bravo was not a troublesome type. All his fury, anger happened because his request was rejected. "Are you a lover of peace?" "I want it always. I hate chaos." "Bravo can you assure me all your supporters will stop their violent noises?" "I can hundred percent assure you everything would be calm. All those supporters of mine you see there, enjoy football and boxing." "I don't need you to tell me this. I know that." "I practiced every day, doctors at home once prescribed sleeping pills for me due to my serious insomnia condition." "Rest for a while, your health should come first, Mr Stingy will look into this issue." "You think so?" "Yes. Now he talks to me as if I am his lovely son." "The gold trophy our College won makes him see you so important." Worried by the menacing manner of approaching students I hurriedly call off discussions with Bravo. "Wait, I have negotiated for Paul Collins to bring coward Mr Stingy out from his hiding place." Bravo deceived the worried students. "I have a word for them." I lessen deep fear I had living inside me. "Hello students this is Paul Collins. Problems we have I can reduce it. The school managements will solve it." "Paul Collins! Paul Collins!!" they toned. "Mr Stingy promised coming out only when situations is calmed. Peace first then negotiating table will be open." I summarily counted number of them. If it was a campaign ground I have won their mind. Impatient ran over them as my words were long, boring, since what majority of them wants hearing is sports facilities must be created urgently. "Football! Football!" I know denying them what they wished for fresh trouble might occur. "Bravo get it for me!" I ordered. Less than a minute, Bravo appeared with the lucky football that brought goal for our college. "Yes O! Yes O!!" agreed celebration declared. "Paul Collins show them that style of yours Mangrove college can't ever forget." Bravo want peace. He wanted me contributing more. To him skills I posses can melt hostilities. I stare at them, I now understand how eager they want drama. I made an acrobatic moves, swing the ball to my head. For hours ball rested on my head which raises concern by the students that I might as well be a guru. Such drama had never happened in our college. "Prodigy! Prodigy!" they shouted. Raining me with lots of names make me happy. I now posed warmly. "Tomorrow we should all meet at college field, Mr Stingy shall make a very important announcement." I convinced them. "Situations as this is brittle when room for dialogue is permitted. Can we go back now?" "Paul Collins leave them, each of them will go back happily." Choruses arrested any hidden agenda from the students. "Paul Collins is our man!" Bravo said passionately. "Thank God this place is free." "Prolix speech almost rend this situation at hand." "Paul Collins, I want problem solver to be attached to your name." "That is enough Bravo. You almost make the situation worst." "Don't think so. Mr stingy prevaricate when being ask about the way forward. This is lesson he had learnt." "Bravo you can go now, I should be on my way to join you in a minute." Bravo left, I went straight to see Mr Stingy in where he was hiding. Fortunately, he was in good state. "have they all gone?" Mr Stingy asked. "I promised them an address will be made on our college field." "Have you gone out of your senses? How can I address them when you know how brutal they can be." "Tell them the truth sir." "What truth?" "no sporting facilities can be created until they show seriousness on sports." "That reminds me, I disapproved any sporting facilities since last year."

"Why sir?" "gold trophy slipped away when we suppose winning it two years ago." "I disagree sir. Disapproving sporting facilities can be a setback. Change your mind sir." "We spent large sum of amount. In fact, this year amount spent is the smallest." "Money attached to the gold trophy should be used for sporting facilities, sir." "What type of facilities?" "football and boxing is necessary to be encourage. Good pitch, boxing ring, is their demands." "I shall check cost before embarking on such projects. Mr Thomas must know about it." "This money with you can do all. No need for consultation." "Paul Collins $30000 money prize given for this gold trophy is for me. I am acting headmaster. Even the principal heading the secondary section won't have a dime." "Sir. This is not encouraging." "Very soon the helicopter will land. At least, $15000 is going to the pilot." Mr Stingy confirmation about that helicopter I was waiting for increased my hope. "Can I call the cops to dismiss them?" "to call cops to dismiss your students is wrong when their rights are denied. " "Is true. Let us get into my car, I shall take this trophy to a safe place." I ran into turmoil of thoughts on how it can be dangerous if my fellow students see me in their enemy's car. "Sir. I will go alone. Bravo is waiting for me." "Respect me, do as I say." We ran backward, Mr Stingy opened his car door, we both entered. "Don't be offended sir. I read almost all the students minds. To see me in your car means you have bribed me." "Just an assistance." Mr Stingy drove roughly, not minding whoever is passing. "Too dangerous sir." "Paul Collins you called this dangerous...?" "An animal sir!" "where?" "You just hit an animal." "That is even the smallest I hit daily." "You had just beat a traffic regulation." "I do that daily." "Wrong sir." Speed was much, I noticed tears coming out from my eyes, it began dropping on my lap. "I have gotten there!" "get down, Paul Collins. Be ready to accompany me to the college field very early." "I shall prepare myself sir. Bye." I was too weak running. I forced myself to walk further. After three minutes walk, I got to my college hostel. "Is there problem?" Jonathan who had been watching me walking weakly asked. "Mr Stingy drove roughly just now." "Did he threw you away out of his car?" "he almost with the way he drove." "Paul Collins go and have good rest. I love that way you use calming the angry students." "It is mandatory doing that. Meet me early tomorrow at the field." "I will do that." I entered into my room not long after talking with Jonathan. I slept snoring. As usual dozens foods were kept for me by the hostels cook. I woke up late, began eating wildly. "I would solve more problem if given that chance." I said to myself. I watch birds coalescing beside the entrance of my room. "Why can't they sleep?" I recalled when I play with pigeon, feeding them whenever they come playing with me. Mother take it as surprise. Manor is what I named my pigeon my mother bought for me. Harsh cold killed Manor after staying with me for six years. As unwelcome birds come closer the hostel, I continue to remember Manor. "Oh Manor when I get to heaven I shall see you!" as if the birds knew I was talking to Manor that can't hear me, they begin to use their beaks to knock my door. I flashed the torch, they refuse flying away. I now know they want comfort. I took all food I can't eat, gave them one by one. I gave each enough water. Dew on grasses signals morning is by the corner. I started sweeping, singing about my late mother. Henry open his door, shook his head, close back the door. I continue to sing until tears dropped. "Mother I won't forget you!" that ended the lyrics. I kissed amulet Mr Silas gave me. Safari park is all I think about. Mr Adewale must be expecting full preparations from me. I ironed all cloths of mine, arranged them neatly in my travelling bag Mr Collins bought for me. Students had started their morning prayers. Still the birds won't go. I chase them as they battled to enter my room.

As morning fully appeared they flew away. "I should not had chase them in first place." I shut door of my room, engage into morning prayer. Henry and his shy brothers were busy also praying. I finish as planned. I went knocking all room door, calling every students out. Every seconds produce crowded students beyond my imagination. "Paul Collins you have something for us?" I turn about trying to notice where that question came from I could not find the student that asked me. "Good morning everyone, sorry for the inconveniences I may had caused, Mr Stingy shall make an announcement about sporting facilities that will be created soonest." "Another lie again. We have heard all sort of lies, if this comes again as another lie, I myself will set this college ablaze." His threat brought big boost among the students. Not too long, each students in hostel run amok. "Is he part of us?" "he was voted as hostel students representative." "Sandra, I had not see such face before." "That is Gomik. He has so much supports." "Follow me Sandra." I scrabbled cheek of mine, reasoned deeper how I can avoid another clash when it comes. "Have something to say?" "Sandra I believe Mr Stingy does not have answers to questions students may ask. Sporting facilities is a big project, I don't think the money for that is available." "Your life is in jeopardy. Paul Collins expose him before is too late." "Expose Mr Stingy? If it happens, I am expelled already." "Stand for truth and nothing more than that." "I betrayed students that placed their trust on me." "How could you in first place conspired to tell lies." "I never did as you think, Sandra." "Paul Collins everywhere your name is been mentioned as champion. Most students talking about our victory against Mangrove college never stop to mention dollars attached to that trophy." "Hold it there Sandra. That is your plan against me? To rob me?" "Paul Collins why you? I can't do that for once!" "$30000 I received for our team is not with me. Mr Stingy collected it, promised using $15000 to pay the pilot coming to take me and others to safari park. $15000 remaining shall go for sporting facilities projects." "Mr Stingy told you that?" "yes Sandra!" "that is extortion. Big crime I may say ..." "I have no choice but to give him the money." "Paul Collins tell your supporters what he did." "This is not an issue Sandra." "Other players that took part in that game thinks money they expect is right with you." "Mr Adewale knew what happened. He will explain everything, but I also know he shall warn them not to tell anyone." "Money for sporting projects should come direct from Mr Thomas. Mr Thomas loved football than any other sports." "Actually Money had been approved for sports. Mr Stingy enforced a veto against the approval." "That man I pray he should not be toppled before Mr Thomas is back." "Any plan against him comes directly to his office." "Paul Collins, his closeness with you signifies something unexplainable." "Snitch? I will reject doing that a million times. Mr Stingy won't hire me as one of his boys." "He has already, his conversations with you tells more." "Okay. I trust myself." "I have a sweet chocolate inside my pocket. Do you wish eating?" "bring it." "It had been with me for almost one month. Our neighbour back home gave it to me on the day of my departure." "Chocolate as gift?" "Yes. Box of chocolates. I eat it regularly. It makes me to forget people I missed back home." "Even your parents?" "that is only people I can't forget when eating it." "Really? so if it happens Mr Adewale list you among other students going, box of chocolates will also go with you?" "it will." "Chocolate girl, your wish is to follow me." "I won't change it for once." "Bravo also hope to be with me there." "Bravo? He will cause problems for everyone. Mr Adewale knows that." "Sandra guess, who else will go with me?" "I, number two, then others." "Others like who?" "maybe Jonathan, maybe Michael. I dreamt about it." "I shall wait till that day."

A ghastly smile Sandra present shows her dream might come to pass. "Big challenge is easy solving if only all wiles in your brain can be tactically used. The special ball is last minute tactic I used to deceive all students protesting to have sporting facilities. As situation tensed Mr Stingy already preparing to vanish." "Putting your precious life at risk. Mr Stingy did not even care about you." "When boss return I must brief him of situations here." "Paul Collins wait till you return from safari park before thinking of telling your boss." "Why Sandra?" "he won't delay changing you to another college more safer." "I must keep this as a secret when he returns." "Here since? We can go to field now." "Sandra let us wait a while in my room. I can't go to class when back from field." "Class? I too." Sandra followed me as I demanded. We both start reading in my room. "Bell must be jingled before all students assembled on college field." "This book is interesting Paul Collins." "It talks about animals, their characters and relationship they have with humans." "I can't wait to take this book along with me!" "to where?" "of course safari park." "Chocolate girl, you are not even assured to go along with me." "Stop that Paul Collins." "Most animals I will see is listed on the book." "I expect you to say most animals we shall both see in safari park is in this book." "Sorry if I wrong you." "Paul Collins ... no!" "Sandra our food is coming soonest." "Yes. That is all I want. Including both of us as one." As I sank deeper reading curiously, a knock on my door allowed me opening the door halfway. "Oh, I am Sorry. I had forgot it is you." I collected usual food I was entitled to. "Sandra it has come. Take this spoon, eat as much as you can." "I eat not long ago." "Eat what?" "chocolates, grape, and I drain chilled water." "Chocolate girl, that can't satisfy your stomach." "I will eat little." Sandra swallowed full spoon of hot rice. "Hmm.. sweet food?" "That means for long you had not taste the hostel cooks food?" "confession time!" "what confession?" "most ladies cooking for our hostel never stop setting their eyes on you. I decided within me, I will not eat their food." "So ... you had been monitoring them? Sandra do you concur this is jealousy?" "I don't trust all of them, that is all!" "end this rubbish from now!" "then, warn them to keep their eyes away, from you." "I hate to jeopardize citizens human rights!" "human rights? Lust, best way to say this." "Sandra continue eating." "Appetite limited." "Is it because of what I said?" "don't go far Paul Collins." "Chocolate girl, bring it I must finish it." I had read her mind, she take offence when told the truth. I could not persuade her to smile, she can be provoked. "Paul Collins I must change. I easily get angry. I am temperamental!" "Sandra animals had languages unknown to man. That book on your hand tells more of that. Animals in safari park understands nothing more than their own language." "I shall speak their languages to them. Tamed animals shall comprehend my communications." "Your communications should be simple to them. Some of them are inquisitive." "Which one exactly?" "the cheetah. Fastest land animal of the cat family." "It can chase us, if it does not understand us." "There is fully alert guards holding rifles full of bullets. Wild animals can't be seen, if at all tamed animals turn against everyone they see, just run for your life." "Before running, I must cling your left hand." "Why not right hand?" "difficult running holding someone's right hand." "How did you arrived at that?" "My brother told me. He is an athlete. A dedicated sports man." "Is he your younger brother?" "I just know that we are twins." "For that fact, your brother suppose to be here." "He is schooling abroad on scholarship. A bookworm unlike me." "What scholarship is he on?" "Athletic scholarship. His former school back home sponsored him to learn more outside his country." "One on one, I shall discuss this with Mr Thomas. Good athlete is also in this college. They jogged daily." "On field daily, they practice during evening." "So you also had been, seeing them?" "Paul Collins if I don't, then who will ...?" "Sandra you are not even serious about practicing with Sammy and the others. Maybe when you have left, Sammy may be looking for you." Her face redden as she had one choice, either to practice basketball with other students and forget safari park or go to safari park and forget to train basketball. "I had decided to suspend any plan of going to train basketball with others. Safari park is what I will never stop dreaming of, the ambience, colourful birds, rare plants, monkeys hopping on trees. Mr Adewale is my last hope to make that dream of mine a reality." "Sandra, take a look at this knapsack. It is used for short journey." "Where do you get it from?" "In my travelling box, I saw it." "I need one if you can help me." "I only had one. I don't know where to help you get one." "I salute you Paul Collins." "For what?" "all you need for that journey is already positioned." "I prepared in case emergency comes. Yes, this torch, is necessary. Matchstick is useful when battery for this torch fails." "Paul Collins, hang your knapsack to the field." "I can see you reasoned like me. Today might be that day I had been waiting for. Mr Adewale promised me the helicopter shall come soonest." "Can I also go and arrange travelling bags of mine?" "go in time Sandra, bell will be jingled soonest." Sandra left, came back exactly twenty minutes. "I am ready as well." 9: 00 on the dot. College bell jingled. All students ran out of their rooms, preparing for another showdown at the field in case they hear another lies. Each rooms were shut to prevent an intruder. Sandra and I walked alone thirty minutes after college bell jingled. From afar, crops of students making hullabaloos. "Paul Collins I hope you have what to say?" "Trust me Sandra!" on noticing me, the students start shouting my name. I could not believe it is me; a president of a country was never given such an ovation. I spotted Mr Stingy's car coming, I was now happy he never disappointed. "Mr Stingy is calling you!" Sandra been a smart girl noticed Mr Stingy trying to signal me to come and meet him. I went responding to him. "Is situations under control?" He asked. "Yes sir. I am happy because today shall be a special day to remember, sir!" "what can be special about today? Do you know how I feel hotness within me?" that word alone, hammered me. Mr Stingy is someone not to trust. He had no offer that one can rely on. "Paul Collins where are you?" worried students shouted. I could hear some students talking in bad-tempered tone. Knapsack hung on my shoulder about falling, I pulled it up. Students watching me thought I want to train them football. Some knew what brought me and them. I was about talking to Sandra when Mr Stingy started his speech unexpectedly. "Hello students of Wisdom college, I shall be snappy in what I want to say. Paul Collins open my car boot, something is inside. Bring it for me." I went as I was instructed. I ransacked inside the boot. I remove boxing gloves, footballs, goal post nets. Accolades from students increases as I brought what is necessary. "What is this signifying? It is all about sports. Facilities shall be put in place." "Mr Adewale coming here with boxes of cloths?" Sandra alert. A stormy noise of an helicopter was approaching us from above distance. "Helicopter! Helicopter!!" students shouting as if something bad is about happening. Whirl noises everywhere. Mr Adewale spoke silently to Mr Stingy, both shook their heads. Mr Stingy called me, Sandra, Jonathan and Michael. He told every students, four of us did well in Mr Adewale's test. Sandra screamed out joy, her dream came to pass. "Paul Collins!" Mr Adewale called me. I was ordered to carry all boxes. I took every boxes inside the waiting helicopter. "Mr Johnbull suppose to follow five of us along, he is not coming for now. I am head, do as I say." We were in, the pilot take off, students waved emotionally. "4500 km to safari park," the pilot said.
CHAPTER SIX

"Kenya is a lovely place to be. Students, right choice to make!" "Kenya!" it appeared as big surprise when our pilot mentioned our unknown exact destination. "Mr Adewale, your students seems surprised." "I was warned not to reveal where we are heading to. Paul Collins this is a precious gift I have for you. I promised giving you when I am back from symposium." "Precious book." "So... your $15000 is beside your seat corner, Mr Pilot." "Orube!" "Oh, accept my apology Orube." "I can see we both negotiated well Mr Adewale." "Sandra hold my knapsack." I alerted her. "Okay Paul Collins." "I taught first time when I came to your class Paul Collins." "I was told you were appointed college coach." "Yes. I specialised in teaming up with the management for students to write a short test so as to travel to place they may not have heard or seen before." "Sir, Is this first time students of our college will travel to Kenya?" "you have said it. First in history. You all are fortunate. I will say gold trophy you won assured our journey." "Like how?" "The $30000 prize reward helped us to raise $15000 for this journey." "That means there was no money travelling to Kenya until our college sprang surprise?" "Kenya was not our destination. We were heading to the northern part of our country before." "Paul Collins thank you very ... much!" my classmates present. "Bravo must unleashed vengeance, to him, he believes he is wrongfully dropped just for his role in the violent protests." "I did that. Bravo name is swapped for Michael." "I am fortunate!" Michael vibrates. "Son of a pauper parents would never imagine himself in an helicopter," I voiced out. Journey air is sweet, kiting birds playing with one another. I checked images through narrow porthole; I became puzzled seeing creatures of earth turning to midget. Mr Adewale brought a folded map from his pocket, spread it widely and show us countries of each continent. "This is Kenya on east African region." "Which class are they?" our pilot asked Mr Adewale. "Primary four." "I have a son also in primary school, but he is in primary three." We enjoyed cool weather on the way. "Retirement soonest!" "I share your gladness," Mr Adewale said eagerly. The pilot tap control buttons facing him and speed from our helicopter increases. "Good engine. It can never fail me." This time again, a gear was shift up; our helicopter blades swung more louder. Strong breeze pulled Sandra off her seat. She screamed to survive her gory encounter. When look from far, one might conclude she is of a Rastafarian family. "Fasten your belt!" our pilot ordered. "Two decades of piloting is not a day job. I shall not lose anyone of you." Mr Adewale took all blames as his while he held Sandra tight. "Your saving grace is your belt you mistakenly ignored." Jonathan woke up after having a little sleep. "I hope no problem?" "everything is in control," our pilot gave out. "Brave Maasai cherished their cattle. Don't for once kill any of their cattle." "As I am with them they won't." Mr Adewale reminiscent us of our reason for coming so far. "Map reading can save anyone in case something wrong is about happening in a strange land. Approach it with calm and it will give all you need." "Can I land on rock when we get to Kenya?" "O, no change that plan sir." I remark. "When viewing animals stand on rock to keep off from danger. I tell you this because as a pilot I have seen a lot." I rest head of mine on back seat where our pilot sat. I think of Bravo how decisive he might be as class monitor. Boss also in my mind; when back from Congo he won't hesitate seeing me. "Paul Collins sit up." "Sandra I want to eat some chocolates, do you have any?" "I have one, take it." I remove the wrap, eat anxiously. I wondered if our helicopter can deliver; 14hours had gone still there is no hope we can get to Kenya before dark. While on air, evening turned into night. "Bring out your torch if you have Paul Collins. I can't find mine, I may have forgot it." I flashed to direction of each portholes. I quietly licked lips of mine due to fear. "Map with me is not useful for now. When everywhere is bright I would not hesitate using it." Mr Adewale declared. "Students, they could prove to be too tired when travelling far. As pilot I must stay awake in case of danger." No image shows to guide us to the exact location to land. "Landing in a dangerous zone can be dangerous, sir be careful!" "This money is for going and coming. I must get back to lift all of you, be fully ready, any place I land should be that place I want you all to wait for me when I am back." "We shall wait till your arrival. I told the headmaster in a week time, we must have land back." "I hope there is enough money for all upkeep?" "more than enough is with me." "Good luck to you all." I sang just to make our state lively, sleep slow my music to its barest minimum. Sandra continue as she noticed I am becoming too weak to push on. I resisted sleeping, now focusing on button directing our helicopter. All I needed is becoming familiar with each button so as preventing calamity when something goes wrong. "Almost close!" the stressed helicopter touched down lately. Looking through the porthole, I almost fainted, gloomy atmosphere contributed to my fear. Noisy blade still swinging harder. "Get down gradually," the pilot instructed. "Be all careful since there is no one to speak to. But I suggest there may be somewhere safe to rest until the morning appears." "No problem in that. I shall handle every situations. You can now go." The helicopter stopped, started again, lift up and continue its journey as programmed. "Globetrotter hard to find. Paul Collins focus your torch on our route. Snakes can be hiding closer here. Do you hear that? Something hissed." Unseen crickets chirps around us. "Most animals in safari park are sleeping by now. I don't know exact location of the safari park, trust friendly Kenyans, they must show us that place." "I am tired, I need rest," Sandra pleaded. "Hold your hands like a team!" Mr Adewale never showed tiredness throughout our journey. "Once spotting any good place fit to rest don't waste time alerting me, Paul Collins." "I will sir." "Yes, this should be okay for now!" a grassy area free from poisonous reptiles was our right place for the night. Tall grasses tempted Mr Adewale, he hesitated not in cutting the grasses within his reach. He put it into his small bag. "Your knapsack can't take all this, Paul Collins." As we rested, I brought out all the grasses, twisted it and form a local roof to guard our heads. Thick part of it is used as pillow. "Good boy, I cherished your creativity." We laid closer, distancing ourselves is last thing in our minds. Troublesome mosquitoes flushed themselves to disturb each of us. I refused sleeping. Noise of mosquitoes around Mr Adewale led him slapping himself. "I dislike this noise. Emm... is anyone of you hungry?" "no!" we expressed. "I have pack of biscuits in my box. Paul Collins where is my boxes?" "beside me sir." "Oh! So close, pardon me is stress." Sandra pushed herself up, use her warm jacket to cover herself fully as cold in Kenya shifted to our place. I crawled facing Sandra. She was backing me, I pinched her, she screamed. Sandra taught it is snake that bite her. Mr Adewale watching me while drinking a bottle of water. "Paul Collins why now?" "I want her to be ready for the worst." Sandra got annoyed with me, pushed me away. "I want you to apologise for your wrongdoing." I apologised not long, things became normal again. I faced the moon, stars, watched how they moved simultaneously. "Our college is not cool as this place." Mr Adewale strike the matchstick to its matchbox, flames burnt remnant of idle grasses on ground beside me. I shifted to feel that warmth heat I refuse missing. "Sleep all of you. Snakes hate coming closer to flames. I promise you nothing can come and attack."

Hooting push louder at deep end. I panic for our lives, I recalled I had heard brave Maasai tribesmen join hands to save travellers attacked by lions. "Paul Collins try sing for us to sleep." Pressure seems to be growing on me to act when my service is needed. "I have a song." "Title first!" "Do you all wish knowing the title?" empty response from my classmates led me to delay singing. I adjusted myself, stand erect in an open posture, my head held high, my chest raised, forehead, lips, and mouth relaxed. After a brief fictitious name of mine; I lunched into a much anticipated tone. "This music I had intend singing is titled—SWEET MOTHER!" "start, I am losing patient." My saliva running dry as I sang minute by minute. How could I say of my classmates, my teacher who were weeping profusely as they imagined such music still exist. "I can't cope. This music is reducing my happiness," Sandra warned. Sandra fold her hands backward, walked down distance, my music refreshed her memory back to what is only known to her. Quickly, Mr Adewale pulled out his sharp-edged knife, to him, he noticed an hidden person calling Sandra. I stopped singing, shout back Sandra to come. Echoes still wallowed in deep end. We ran hastily grabbing Sandra down as she force for freedom. She overpowered us, stood up, flung her hands crying as she confessed my music allowed her remembering her mother. "Sandra we are going to stay not long, your mother shall see you, don't panic." Mr Adewale said. Getting back, I sat, refusing a dime of sleep. Rattling noises around each corners is a preparation for any attack. Mr Adewale opened one of his boxes, brought out a light blanket, covered our bodies. I stretched comfortably. "Breath silently!" Mr Adewale advised. "Safari park is closer. Friendly Maasai grazing their cattle must lead me there." "Sir; can we trust them?" "why not!" at expected, we all slept closer. Our sleep was sliced down by croaking from the frogs. "Water front us? Morning so ... fast? Damn!" "be all ready. Look over there!" gigantic colourful peacock dancing near a grassy field. "It is welcoming us to Kenya!" I announced. "Bamboo is necessary, we shall walk around to cut as many. Local thatched house is good to live in." It came like an hunting game as I ransacked all tall grasses distracting me from noticing a bamboo tree. "Here! Here!" I traced the tree to its roots. "Start cutting it!" I climbed, cling to the bamboo tree and pushed four trunks down. Work was in progress, I walked barefoot, carried heavy bamboo on head of mine. I pant heavily, as I took each log of bamboos to site of use. Others hit down their bamboos not long I arrived. Quadruple quagmire swallowed heap sands we poured on the specified site good to live. Sandra looked at me glassily, I understand she needs water, rill distance from our home had enough water for drinking; I fetched water with a plastic bowl, carried it home so that our strength can increase. I slopped my water on our temporal house. Drained from the plastic bowl. "What do we eat now? Paul Collins have an idea?" "bush animal!" "Yeah good idea. Get set, hunting hour!" I and Mr Adewale hold a sharp mouthed filmy bamboo as a spear for hunting. Home is far reaching as we walked distance. "Nairobi had impressive lands, this is one of it. Over there is two significant African landmarks. To the north lies Mount Kenya, at 5,199 meters the nation highest mountain and second highest in Africa. Slight chance can allow us to south." "To see what?" I asked. "Mount Kilimanjaro, highest mountain in Africa, of a 5,895 meters. Snow ice on it." "Sir, the Maasai can take us there." "Not here for that. Hunting game brought you and I here." An hungry squirrel hopped from a baobab tree. Mr Adewale caught it by the tail. Thirty-minutes walking home easy since none of us spoke while walking. "Dry wood, Jonathan set it," Mr Adewale instructed. I pull of the skin of the timid squirrel, roasted it alive. Scent of burnt meats raise our appetite. We ate hungrily leaving behind no traces of bones.*

"Peg is going to be useful. I must get one." Mr Adewale smooth a fat bamboo trunk to a size. "Now hang your cloths on it!" the peg went deep into the sand; only top of it faced up. "Brush your teeth one after the other. Wash yourself with that water in that bowl, please look good; today is that day we had been waiting for. Safari park is not far." I was excited, what I wait hearing is enough to believe I did not come far to a wrong place. I droop all cloths on the standing peg. "Ready sir." "So quick all of you? Are you sure you all wash yourselves?" "Yes!" we yelled. "That direction is a fast route. Hold this map Sandra!" Mr Adewale focused on a district that will easy our journey. "Move!" marching to safari park is strenuous, four hours of walk weakened me. "River!" sprawling slums beside the river make it hard diving to swim. "I want to swim!" "Paul Collins is everything okay with you?" "yeah." "You can but be careful." I dip myself into the nearby slum. Everyone watch as they see how prowess I had with slum. Cool river in Nairobi good swimming. "Paul Collins be careful!" Michael warned. "Something, I can hear violent slashing!" "come out Paul Collins! Come out!" "it is crocodile. I don't want to die, help me!" "stay where you are, I am coming!" Mr Adewale save me unhurt, I was grateful to him for his quick response. "Many gigantic crocodiles inside there." "Your fault, lucky enough crocodiles didn't harm you." "Hills!" "Jonathan that is exact place I want to feel." Till now there is not even one person we came in contact with. Cattles feed on dry grasses, some of them running for their dear life as they noticed our appearance. Climbing the hills melt my mind. Sandy holes breaking crunchily. "Careful or else something unpleasant might occur." "Yes. Yes master." Distant animals seen easily from the hills, I still search for one single person. No Maasai guiding their cattle. "Can we live here?" "Paul Collins if yes, wrong decision to make." "This is my second house. I won't go back to that shanty place." "Maasai tribesmen rest on hills, if they spotted us they might think we are poachers." "Paul Collins take, study this map very well. Quick!" map I expect is different from the one I saw. "This is map of Kenya. World map with me can't help. It is useless for now!" animals running away never knew we are on top of the hills. As I peek towards map of Kenya, something tells me we are far from where we prayed to see. "Sir. Long way going, this is route to Kenya-Tanzania border. Kilimanjaro is not too far." "O, the pilot land on wrong place. How do I call for rescue? He won't even come now." "You paid him sir. He has all right to come and complete his mission." "What mission again?" "taking us to safari park with no stress." "Let me call him!" Mr Adewale dialled hurriedly as he frowned. "No service. I need to get down." "Keep trying sir." "Umm, no matter how I persist network can't be good here." Mr Adewale about getting down, noticed a man carrying firewood on his head. "First person!" I start imagining how possible it is for me flying down, so that, that man can show us route to safari park. Mr Adewale seems predicting what I intend doing. "It will be a fatal blow if you die this way!" I changed my mind. "He has gone, forget about him, another person can show up." Mr Adewale encouraged. "That idiot pilot, he must apologise when he come back for us. Safari park is not even around here. Oh my God!" "Paul Collins don't create panic around your classmates." "He is speaking angrily because he thinks that pilot betrayed not only himself but we as well." "That is enough. Let us work towards success, we didn't come far to trade blames." Self mistrust rammed into everyone, making our state dolorous. "Bravo may not wished me well. I scored same mark with him; I was selected instead of him on favouritism. I won't smile until I leave here." "Is this a blame? I brought you based on your intelligent way of doing things; besides, you have one mark ahead of Bravo. I prefer you instead, anyway!"

"Paul Collins can you have a stroll with me?" "stroll on hill? wild animals can attack us!" Mr Adewale impossible to explain his mind, rather, he deposited a sharp knife with me in case wild animal attack. Strange hills we were seems unpredictable. Eyes from classmates of mine stared on me especially as if I was going to death mission. Careful as we were, I walked down silently, held Sandra closer by her arm. "Be careful Sandra!" she pant, stopped, continue fighting down beside me. Sandra's sore eyes is a worry to me, I refused to ask her boredom questions that is enough to add injury to her concerned state. "I think of dad, mom and my siblings especially." "In a moment time, our mission is going to be accomplished, have you ever imagined to see yourself take photograph near series of uncommon animals? Mr Adewale had his personal small camera with him." "Paul Collins you stand on my way as I have made decision of turning back." "4500 km is not a day job. Are you planning to trek?" "I only need one horse to accomplished that task of getting back home." "So, you conclude walking anywhere to find concerned Maasai that will assist you?" "cool water!" "I-I suggest we both go to rest beside it." Easy climbing hills change its kind nature, turned cruel by denying us down. "This route Sandra." "No. That route, is easier there, than here." We rambled down successfully. "Shallow water. Crocodiles can't hide. Water not deep." Beneath the hills, entrance to a place where people may be living was seen. "Paul Collins someone helpful may be living inside!" "Brave Maasai, you want to say." "Hello... is someone in? We need your help!" "Sh-shut up Sandra. Don't jeopardize our lives!" "As for me, best way to express myself is what I did." Safari park excursion had placed a mistrust on me within. "What is this Paul Collins?" "billboard!" "Welcome To Nairobi. A place of cool waters!" "O, how delighted I am to see sign of possibility of getting closer." "Safari park is not situated near this endless field. It can be in the city." I write on sand to show that visitors came, left a mark showing they were not descendant of Kenyans. "Sing that music Paul Collins!" "you mean sweet mother?" "of course." I sat in the shallow water, Sandra sat on sand guiding the water. I start singing. I could hear Mr Adewale harsh voice, shouting us back. While catching fun on strange land we met, night descended and spread her gentle dark thickness everywhere. "Are my dreaming? Night?" "here is better than there. Only that Mr Adewale would unleashed his anger upon us." "Michael, funny boy." Sandra introduced another discussion, eager to leave behind bunchy sorrows. "Yeah. I recalled he teased me in mood of anger. Believe me, I just laughed." "Dad saw how funny Michael is, last buck on him went to funny Michael." "Dad. How do I see him?" "my dad?" "who else?" "on patrol mission as naval officer." "I shall one day be a navy." "Intelligent person you are, not brave, your eyeballs had shown that." "Judge me not by my eyeballs. I am confident I will serve my country!" "by then, I would have been trained pilot flying across Africa." "Appreciating choice. Work towards it." "Aviation school is next college I must go to. I enjoyed watching airplane moving on air." "Roaring lions. Hide beside this place." Unseen lions roaring not far from where we hid. I set the knife Mr Adewale deposited with me. "Kill it if it comes Paul Collins!" "trust me." Sandra watched to see how courageous I can be since I lay out my intention of becoming a navy. "First test joining the navy is braveness. Show that braveness of yours." Chance to survive is little when faced with wild lion, I had not even see how mighty the lions are, full confidence rain on me. Mr Adewale is that person not good to disobey. He won't stopped me from going anywhere. I took that as an advantage, now, I bear the consequence with Sandra. Minutes action ended, no lions attacked. I breath relief. "It had gone!" "funny Michael he had voice to mislead lions away." "Whoa!" "but he lies much."

"Michael?" "one you know. He argued that Mr Adewale eats three full grown turkeys daily. I didn't agree that. How can such man having small stomach consumes three full turkeys ?" "trust yourself, don't speak for others." Possibility of vision is denied, I flashed another torch I carried along with me. "Dry woods. This matches may disappoint, let me give a trial!" fire spread out, I now hope is easy for Mr Adewale to locate where we are. Hours after fire was set, the flames pushed up, gradually portending danger. "Chocolate girl. Have some chocolates for me?" "I left it behind." "Where actually?" "bamboo house." "Eh!" "is true." "Supposing we can't find our way so you mean we are dying here of hunger?" "chocolates is not enough to satisfied anyone far away." "But what of if that is the last option?" "it won't still satisfy." "Sandra, I believe you have it in your pocket." "Check it yourself since you have doubt." "Trespass, I won't do that." "Paul Collins ask me what!" "what Sandra?" "all my packets of chocolates is for you!" "caring girl, very soon, I shall be having mouth pain." "I can change my mind." "Change it when I have had consumed it." "Too many chocolates is harmful. Finish two pieces no matter how long we stay." "If days past nothing change, definitely chocolates shall be only food I will eat." "Ask me what again?" "what?" "bleeding gums traced to much consumption of chocolates!" "another new tale. This must come from Sandra TV network in Nairobi." "Seriously it is true. Much of it is bad. Even me, I eat one piece weekly." "I learn new things daily. One life I have is prevented from going due to ignorance." "Wait, Paul Collins. Imagine if where our pilot dropped us is abode for cannibals. How do we do?" "moment of landing will tell. Strange creatures will gather to touch the helicopter. That would be beginning of display, rolling blades will slice them quick. Attack can come immediately as the pilot departs." "Something tells me be prepared Sandra!" "I will stay awake till daylight." "Tell me something I longed to hear." "Cassava. I almost eat it daily during the time I was with mom. I chew raw cassava, sometimes, I roast rotten cassava as hungry increases. Mom always warn me of severe consequences of eating rotten cassava." "Are you farming before?" "why do you ask?" "farmers badly hungry eat rotten cassava on their farm." "No money to eat desired food. Mom sleep hungry five times weekly." "And you sleep with roasted rotten or raw cassava in your stomach." "I cooked cassava during the time our neighbours are through cooking." "Worst poverty to experienced. Cooking on neighbours fire." "I had all sorts of names. Some neighbours even send me to wash their dirty plates." "Such neighbours are callous." "I get chased with brooms for mistakes." "Is mom aware of that?" "mom always cry, later, she go pleading with the neighbour I offended." "Mom had bear pains for you her son." "Sandra, I discovered mom body so wet, one evening, neighbours did that." "Pour water on mom's body?" "for me to refused to heed to instructions." "Instructions about what?" "carefully handling breakable plates." "You broke all?" "I broke dozens of it. Working to satisfy twenty-three neighbours led to that." "Is that a charity work?" "must work if I want remnant food." "Is mom aware dozens plates were broken?" "I almost told her, but during midnight, she had slept." "Next day?" "I conclude it is irrelevant." "Then, did you embarked on vengeance mission?" "Sandra, I refused to work for that neighbour that treated mom so low." "So Paul Collins, if mom was beaten, that would had been the end?" "Sandra. Our neighbours know how quiet mom was. I caused it. That water could had wet me, but I wasn't around." "Any contributions during mom's illness?" "neighbours that contributed gave me severe beaten if I did an unpleasant job not worthy." "Mom illness resulted them to do that?" "Yeah! Yeah!" "Shit!" "Sandra I can't tell more of my past. Mom suffered pains I won't forget easily. Mom!"

Disturbing insects kept stinging me. Words were not enough, I had to sleep since I am short of words. "Paul Collins you got me so annoyed. I hate to be troubled. How do I explain this to my boss that you and Sandra went without coming back?" Mr Adewale ready for task ahead, his combat-shorts were rough, dirty, squeezed. "Follow me!" he ordered. "Sandra. Sandra!" as she heard her name been called she ran, sleep were not off her. "Wait. It is me!" Sandra came begging for her role she played. "I have forgiven both of you. To the bamboo house." Much drama await everyone at bamboo house. Jonathan turned wrestler, tumbling Michael to the ground. "Hey, end this nonsense. I found them!" "Welcome, Paul Collins. Welcome Sandra. I alone went far looking for both of you." "Thanks Jonathan." I said. "Michael are you okay?" worried Michael lie speechless, he held his head tightly. "Broken bone. Jonathan had broken the only bone that gives me strength." "Hold on, I can massage your bone. Turn!" "I can't. I can't." Mr Adewale stretched Michael hands, he shouted painfully, allowing flock of birds to run for safety. "Eat, rest, I don't think you can follow us along." Sober mood I put forward really touched Mr Adewale. "I caused it. Michael had never told me he loved wrestling. Idled mind led him to try it." "Sorry Michael. If I caused a fracture forgive me!" "give me that blanket, we need to keep him away from cold. He is weak." "How do I get food for him, sir?" "I plucked lots of fruits, before I left to look for you, I told Michael to eat more for enough strength." Mr Adewale ironically abusing Michael for his sleazy strength. "He shall be fine, I hope so." "Go inside Paul Collins. Fruits await you and Sandra. Eat. Eat." In, piled fruits, ripe for eating arranged according to its colour. "Is there fruits tree here? I am baffled." "Me also." "Maybe someone brought this." "Mr Adewale would have told you." "Why not you Sandra." "He can't. Mr Adewale prefer talking to you." "What I did really touched him. Supposing I was around, me and him could had gone plucking this fruits." Twelve fruits I ate satisfied me more than eating five plates of rice. "Shift Paul Collins. Michael needs rest." Mr Adewale carried Michael like a baby, put him down. "Where is Jonathan sir?" "I ordered him to stay alert in case he noticed something strange coming." "Can I assist Jonathan outside?" "yes." "Sandra satisfied?" "Okay for now." "Assist me outside. Me, Jonathan can't do it alone." "Come together, let us pray." As prayer goes on; Michael began turning side by side. "Michael is there something bothering you?" Michael refuse answering Mr Adewale. "Prayer is key to his speedy recovery. Now, I must increase the prayer." As prayer increased, Michael stood up, forcing himself outside. "Wonders. Michael is perfectly okay. You can see, it works." I was unable to think clearly, it came as big surprise. Hag-ridden state Michael present is now over. "Paul Collins is this spear preferable?" "God sent it here?" I asked. "Searching for fruits made me to see it. Brave Maasai left it beside that fruits tree." "My boss brother, Mr Silas had exactly this spear." "Paul Collins, is your boss brother a hunter?" "skilful hunter." "Did he taught you how to use it?" "he never. Mr Silas had interest in me, he may not want me hunting." "Precious spear. Paul Collins I noticed one thing. Royal mark on this spear. Only King had mark on their spear." "Sir. I can't argue what you said but I doubt if is true." "Take a look at this." Nine letters written in Kenyan language. "Read it out Paul Collins." "I don't understand Kenyan language." "It Says—King Erodo." "Sir. There is a big problem!" "no problem." "This spear is for the King of Maasai. He must come to take it any moment." "Leave that to me. King Erodo should ask himself how comes his spear is beside the tall fruits tree." "A King spear. This is splendid. King Erodo must be a great King." "One day Paul Collins. Do you hope of becoming a powerful King with a spear like this?" "No—sir!" "Tie this rope around the edge, hang it when through." "Sir. It is heavier." "Maasai warriors pay that price. Months, spear is with them." "I now share their burdens. I don't mind since we are both Africans." "Good of you. I wait to hear that. Up Sandra, come along, location of safari park is our mission." "But sir, I am inactive." "Try Sandra. No. To leave you alone here is big risk." "Sandra please understand. Stand up and follow me." How delighted I was to see Sandra forcing herself up. I wedge entrance of the bamboo house with a circular stone. Jonathan stood in wait. His eyes focused on dancing trees afar. I checked around to catch a full of Michael. Surprisingly, Michael had engaged himself in an assignment known to him. "Jonathan, is he alright?" Mr Adewale asked. "He needs clues about this place. Imagine sir, one person, by mistake hadn't pass. Is this ghost city I had been hearing about? Sir. Let us work out solutions." "I had concern too. This whistle, take it. As we walk, anything you spot by chance, don't waste time to blew it. Paul Collins use this spear very well in case something happened to me. Guide everyone safely when I am no more." "Nothing whatsoever shall forced your life out. I must surrender my life instead of yours." "Paul Collins fight bravery when I die." "I came here for one thing, to catch glimpse of tamed animals. Again, not here to see your end. I must fight along for everyone's victory." "Got it right. Leader also get injured as battle tensed. So carry on if I fail to act." "I found something!" Michael brought bow and arrow he removed from a strange hole facing our bamboo house. Arrow Michael hold had ancient inscriptions. "Is this place a forest before?" "mysterious things are still hiding. Calmly it would surfaced." "Shoo! Shoo! Is this colourful bird sent?" "either the bow or arrow is rare sign." "It should be good sign. King Erodo may had sent this bird to monitor his ancestral spear." "Bad sign if that is it." "Paul Collins lead at the back." Thick bush gave way as we dipped far. Slithering on marshy soil erupted fear on everyone. "Careful. Traps can be within." "Hamlets!" I celebrated with my classmates as I saw what humans lived in. Mr Adewale collected bow and arrow from Michael. He set it while moving forward. "Paul Collins get in!" Mr Adewale ordered. Hut I entered was shabby. Eroded mat on ground is an eyesore for any stranger. Elephants ivories drooped helter-skelter. "Inscribed words on wall. Kenyan language. It is a salutation to King Erodo." "What do we do sir?" "we must avoid touching it. Take a look at it rectilinear." Mr Adewale removed his small camera from his hip pocket, snapped the ivories, also, he snapped the inscribed words directed to King Erodo. "Back home I shall dwell in money. This images in my camera are worth dollars." "Someone ran shortly." "Ready your spear. Michael hold this for me!" Michael collected the camera and watched images just taken. "Is there somebody trying something funny. I can proudly say we here are fully loaded. I would count one to three. After that I would shoot." Mr Adewale Counted time expired. Prowling owner of hut we temporally dwelled in refused to appeared. "Certain clues can be found. Paul Collins, check next hut. Use your spear if you are attacked." First hut I entered linked to twenty huts. I was left with my fate. Broken tiny calabashes untidy third hut I entered. "Have you found anything Paul Collins?" "I am still searching earnestly." Putrid breathtaking odour limit my concentration as I get ready for the unexpected. "Broken calabashes sir!" "come out immediately. Quick. Quick!" I tumbled in a war-like way against any planned attack. "Figure it out yourself Paul Collins. Tell me is this hamlets cursed?" "cursed by who sir?" "the Maasai." "For what reason sir?" "someone might had stole or killed their cattle. That would prompt them to curse the villagers." "Are the Maasai fetish?" "they lived a modest life." "I understand. Villagers dwelling in this hamlets may be hiding."

"No. Paul Collins; villagers dwelling in this hamlets had days meeting holds. Meetings might be holding somewhere unknown to first-timers." "Sir, can't we just leave here and continue searching around for safari park we had been looking for?" "Sandra. Villagers is useful, to ignore them is worst mistake to try. Whether is Maasai or not, one person I need would be our saving grace." "Ho!" "boys check around gradually; be careful, some villagers might hide in midst of trash. Paul Collins, be on the lead!" "consider it done sir." We splay, as that is best way of achieving success when on a mission. On my own, I saw first clue that signified human existence in that hamlets. Fresh cows skins spread on dozens of clay pot. Firewood kept at a corner makes me again to believe my guess is good as right. Luckily, I found confirmation of human inscription written in English hailing King Erodo dynasty. I bowed, begging forward to see the King. "Paul Collins have anything in your possession?" Mr Adewale question farer is wanton. "Not even a sand. I am eagerly ransacking wherever I can." Alone brings full concentration. Fresh animals skins I found tells more. Someone spread the skins not quite long before we arrived. Dry bones in wooden box scared me. Opening it, I discovered cattle bones were the bones inside wooden box I found. Jonathan walked by my side; unnoticed to him, I hid to prevent distractions. Sheets of notes on a small bench I found in clandestine room also tells more, it says: _"_ _celebration for our Maasai King is held annually. As demanded by my King, I must leave a note down when celebration is going on somewhere. This note I write is an honour to my King. Great King ruling over the_ _Maasai, may you live long!_ _"_ the letter on the bench create deep fear in me. Insults it might be when the King is briefed that a stranger first touch the letter that he should have touched. Convincing Mr Adewale to change his mind and stop us from going further would be irrelevant since his mind is already fixed to the strange hamlets. King Erodo golden spear is sign of respect to his kingdom. I hold it carefully. I could hear people yodelling happily in deep end on broad daylight. Codices in brown clay pot near a semi- small room. "Paul Collins be inquisitive; clues is whatever you might come across!" Jonathan cross-checking rooms I had entered. Sticky cobwebs glued my body as quest continued. I was out on a store field. Fresh milks lined up as if it is displayed for sale. "Where are this locals?" Mr Adewale asked. "Sir. Happy you came before me." "Voices in moods of dramatic celebration encouraged me to sniff around. Field, only what I see." "But sir, I can disguise and trace this voices I had heard also?" "I like your uncommon courage. Paul Collins I refuse to concur to your request." "Where is Sandra?" Mr Adewale compelled me to direct Sandra to where we were. Jonathan accompanied me; while Michael is left with Mr Adewale. Before I had checked two huts, Sandra appeared from nowhere, scaring me by clasping her fist. "Come quickly, this is dangerous game Sandra. Full grown lions may attack if you stay here alone. Follow me." "Is there something I needed to see?" "Mr Adewale instructed that, I should lead you to the field." "An old Maasai woman gave me milk in a clay pot. She said, Maasai called it Kule!" "Sandra O, it might be poison. Tell me, where is her?" "I can't say here, nor there." Tensions were pretty high. Mr Adewale delighted to see Sandra. "Stupid joke Sandra. Did someone lured you?" "old Maasai woman entertained me. This fresh milk I had drank had gotten me satisfied. I promised her I would come back." "Paul Collins is it true?" "she also told me. I never saw that old Maasai woman." "Celebrations going on would soon stop. The locals shall come to their huts." "Their milks should be left intact. Otherwise, we can be incarcerated." "I support encouraging decisions so embracing." "She first called me a poacher. I convinced her I am a good student."

"How about we, Sandra?" "trust me sir, I refused even though I was forced to mention names of people with me." "Good girl." "One suggestion sir. As it is now, let us abandon this hamlets and continue our mission." "Paul Collins, yes, right immediately!" hurriedly, there is noticeable wooden bridge facing a canal; Mr Adewale pointed the easiest direction of climbing the bridge. Gradually on it, I pant alongside my classmates. "Easy boys. Sandra be careful." Dead end faced us. Water below flows violently, smashing itself angrily. "Am scared. I can't continue moving!" "Sandra continue!" Mr Adewale shouted. Premonition surfaced around everyone. Current is a good watch. Suppose the water needed single person, it won't hesitate selecting me as right person. "Look elsewhere. It is dangerous, Paul Collins!" long road ahead shortened, continued walking makes journey easier. "Boy washing his cloths in river!" "how happy it is to me, first Kenyan boy!" "Paul Collins fix this over there. Hinge, they called it." I did as instructed. We swing down. "Hey boy, shake me." Our presence scared him; still, he continued as planned. "Mr Adewale my name. This are all my students back home." "Kibai. Kibai. Your way straight," he said. "I know Kibai. All I need from you is assurance. Is those voices farer from a human?" "Maasai day. Join them before it end." "Umm.. is safari park closer?" "Maasai can show you that. Check that community over there. Maasai lives there." "Did they have guns?" "against poachers." "Strangers about to visit them." "from far community?" "from far Kenya." "Great day; King Erodo must be informed. I am coming. Wait for me." Kibai ran calling for the King. "Danger sir. Maasai celebrating mustn't have us as prisoners." "He is part to their kingdom." Vanishing is next thing doing. Mr Adewale didn't delay that. Overcoming all sums of fears is possible; achievement escaping death, Mr Adewale knows waiting for Kibai is highest form of stupidity. "Communities." Different women cooking evening food laugh near a sleeping dog. "Sir, approach that tall woman sitting on bench." "Wait here. In case bad happens run for your lives. That with you is useful." "Bow and arrow? Not this place. Hold it Paul Collins." Spear, bow, arrow, short knife in my pocket is a big assurance that I alone may win when attacked. "Jonathan follow master quietly." "He said we should wait here." "I lead for now. Do as I say." "Two captains don't run a ship. Mr Adewale is our leader not you." "I said do what I want." "Is this your ship? Besides, if this is your ship, Mr Captain I won't obey one of that your shit word!" "cooperation please. Disagreement would cause big setback. Jonathan obey him now!" Mr Adewale talking as if lecturing in a classroom. It seems most women he spoke to never understand his language. Mr Adewale faced me, signalling me all is well. "Best opportunity, Jonathan, we wait for this moment. Go!" Mr Adewale sat talking with the women refusing to understand his motives. "Michael hold it. Be ready to free it if Jonathan signals." "Yes. Acting master I must do as you instructed." "Sandra your knife. Anything may sprung up." "Paul Collins I recognise your temporal leadership. I must act eagerly if you ordered." I held a stick firmly. "Weakest weapon Paul Collins. Use mine instead of yours." "Locals melt when they are attacked with dry stick." "Locals fear guns than any weapon. It kills faster." "This gun can kill ten people at a shot." "Stick gun. Where do bullet hide?" "It does not use bullets. It brings silent sound." "Mr Adewale eating food from locals? Stop him Paul Collins." "Beyond my power. He said if something goes wrong we should run. I must fight to the end." "Act fast Paul Collins. Master is eating locals poison." "Master is wiser than you. Leave him alone." Jonathan also joined eating hungrily. "Locals food can be delicious. Sandra go, have your share also." "Poison share, never." Sandra rejection a welcome appreciation. Michael had even joined them before I noticed.

"Clear images. I must snap again." "Sandra you have the camera. Give it to me." "Mr Adewale left it with me. I am in custody of it." "Sandra it is still same you. Hand it unconditionally to me." "Promise me Mr Adewale won't know I had negative." "Which negative?" "any snap I take, negative of it is with me." "Yes. keep snapping as you can. Trust me Sandra this is a secret between I and you." "Snap yours also." "Yeah. Yeah. Our leader in midst of locals. Best picture of the week." "Mine should be best picture for the week." "Yours is all about trees, flowers, and distant images." "Wrong. It is about Mr Adewale sitting near a big cooking pot while he laughed." "Mean it?" "of course." "I need another one instead. Record breaking is good." "Forget Paul Collins I won. To snap something like that may take two hours." "I shall delete yours, replaced it with mine." "Return Mr Adewale camera to me." "I won. I can't give this to you." Sandra forced it away from me, camera we argued for fell down. "It has broke Sandra." "That is what you desired. You have it." "We both desired it. We both have it." "Carry it. Mr Adewale can know you broke his precious camera." "Set up Sandra. You lose. Mr Adewale camera had been in your care. I won again." "In my care, you forced it off me. I again won." "50. 50. Draw game! Blames is on both of us. How do we do now?" "good question Paul Collins. Mr Adewale must definitely asked of his camera. Back me up Paul Collins, we shall lied that wild animals attacked." "Attacked only his camera?" "okay, let me put it this way. Wild animals chased us, his camera fell from my pocket. He would believe if yes came from you." "I won't lie Sandra." "No choice Paul Collins. Lying only possible option." "Camera how could you break yourself?" "broken camera can't hear. Do as I say, that is all." "Sandra, proofs had vanished. Dollars Mr Adewale could had made had gone." "Your fault Paul Collins." "Why blaming me Sandra?" "you did not act maturely." "That is enough Sandra. Our faults, our puerile manners is to blame." "Paul Collins master is not there!" "where would he had gone?" "I can't figure out where exactly." "In that hut, I can hear his voice." "Michael signalled." "Danger or safe?" "Signalled safe." "Maasai women may think Mr Adewale lost his route in Nairobi. A way of assisting him together with others." "Maasai is nice being with. This alone had prove beyond doubt." "Safari park we earnestly search for, Maasai knows where exactly the park is." "Not all can have full description of there. Maasai women may think is all about forest." "Learned ones can understand what that park is all about. Yeah! Schools students go on an excursion to view tamed animals. So, the learned ones may had gone compulsorily." "How did you know?" quick discussions had distract me from watching over Mr Adewale safety especially. I was nervous of Mr Adewale's broken camera. He won't take it likely with Sandra if he knew about his broken camera. Mr Adewale had rare images he snapped, if presented for auctioning he would be richest college coach, and tourist to have such rare images, images of rare inscriptions. I forced myself to smile. Difficult to smile when in terrible situation, I finally smiled all is well. "Answer me Paul Collins!" "safari park is well known by learners in schools." "Paul Collins, don't tell me you were in Kenya before." "Whether before or not; I am standing on Kenyan soil." "Is the soil good to that of your country?" "excellent with that of our country." "Supposing King of Maasai promised making you his son to succeed him so as to forget your country would you hesitate?" "Home is home. I love my country in West Africa." "Paul Collins, King governing Maasai people would feel unhappy." "I can accept his juicy kingship only when I am in my country." "Money, lands, donkeys, horses, houses, cattle, lots of body-guards would be given to you. If it is real so you mean all would be rejected?" "on my country soil I need it but not on Kenyan soil."
CHAPTER SEVEN

"Paul Collins I sneaked out. Follow me in." "Can I?" "Yes Sandra!" Mr Adewale appearance signified more. From his calmed look, I agreed all is well. "She had slept. Jonathan is constant monitoring her." "How about Michael sir?" "pretending he is sleeping to know all motives of the women in case they are eavesdropping." Dark room we packed ourselves never cooled. As if sleeping hour is when clock struck. Women discussing earlier had started snoring harder. "Sir, I broke your camera. Forgive me." "Ouch!" Mr Adewale expressed pain in his mood of curiosity. "I could had snapped another tribe." Next move been planned. Jonathan monitors any strange movement around. "Now, I lied we are Kenyans coming for regular visits to check various homes in various communities. Those voices from far would soon end." "She is in deep sleep." "Leave her, listen to me. From this window, whoever is passing we can see easily. Understand this, Kibai would do all just to show Maasai where we are. If brave Maasai come hunting for us believe me, we have advantage over them." "What advantage over people having dangerous weapons for animals? Kibai may had narrate he saw us holding ancient Maasai spear." "You know something? Striking before your enemy gives you victory. Watch how I shall strike against that person that conclude we are here for poaching." "Change your plan, sir, cooperation can bring success to all of us. Maasai that would attack may want cooperation before attacking." "Well, I shall monitored situations before trying something funny." I swallowed my saliva in happy mood. "Compass. I remember." Mr Adewale dipped out his round small compass checking for slim route we can pass without been noticed. "I am baffled. She said lions hunt humans on broad daylight. Lions killed an old Maasai man taking care of cattle. From that moment, locals hunt wild lions. King Erodo became the first warrior, killing two lions with an ancient spear. Maasai proclaimed him King because of his bravery." "Hmm... I suggest I return it back to where I saw it." "Leave this for me." Handling issues with levity I hate so much. Mr Adewale remain relaxed despite danger approaching not only the community we hid but we as well. "Paul Collins knapsack can't leave him. I like that." "Useful in case of emergency." "Golden necklace from where?" "Amulet. An hunter gave me." "Sign!" "about what?" "Paul Collins check Jonathan outside." Less than a minute, Jonathan entered telling something different. "Who are this two?" "This, Paul Collins, that Sandra." "Beautiful Kenyan girl. Sit on that chair, you deserved royal chair, manage that." "I greet you in Kenyan way for your kind gesture." "Kenyan citizens don't greet the way you greeted. I doubt if really your origin is from Kenya." Fear rammed me coldly. Mr Adewale short of words makes him defeated to defend his earlier lies he present to the sensible Kenyan woman. "I am delighted being in this room." "Maasai spear? Maasai bow and arrow? Every communities talked about this missing weapons. Return it back this very moment. Pack things you people brought, leave my room. Maasai shall punish me for betraying them." "Why not tomorrow ma?" "out of my room!" I carried Maasai weapons with me, adjust flexible knapsack hanging on my shoulders. "Paul Collins that is sign your amulet signals." I can't even speak. I launched into tears. "Which road exactly? Compass. Compass fail me not." Direction of Mr Adewale compass point right. "Hurry." "Lions would attack. I won't move an inch." "Be in middle Sandra!" ten hours walk challenging; images sprung out in an ambush way. _"Thirsty?"_ Mr Adewale himself in dire need of water. "Stream water sir!" "Drain as much all of you." On my knees, I sank my weak hands pushing water into my dried throat. Strengths developed.

"Students another hill awaits everyone. That is only egress!" in college supposing a priest put forward his visions concerning five frustrating days I would have in Nairobi I won't delay snubbing his or her vision. Frustrating days could be ahead; still, I encouraged myself. Farmers had already start to plough ridges. "Thank God. One farmer among them would be familiar with safari park we search for." Mr Adewale is pliable so, I was determined challenging his decisions. "Good morning sir. Sorry to have disturb each one of you. We are on an excursion, we toiled for one thing. Please where exactly is safari park located?" "from Mombasa?" "exactly!" Mr Adewale quickly answered to clear any doubts that is capable of raising fears. "Safari park I had been there for a long time. Big animals play around in freedom. Is your tickets having address? Check it carefully." "I understand what you mean. Our mission is to purchase tickets to gain access to watch animals." "Hold on, no tickets?" "for now." "I purchased my ticket four months before becoming a guest to watch animals. Try to get there as possible, in five months time, your turns to watch animals." "Why is there delays?" "crowd all over the world shower themselves for all time memory. Some had purchased their ticket over a year now." "Is there little hope we can get tickets when getting there?" "Choice in a thin line. Is possible only when quick." "Which direction to get there?" "that way!" "I am grateful." On porous ground we move ditto. "Climb gradually." "Termites!" circled by termites, I looked around if divine help can come. "It is stinging my ankle!" Mr Adewale lighter was quick, termites about weakening my ankle smell flames spreading out on dry grass Mr Adewale pushed to their direction. Hurtful termites confused while fighting for survival. "Should I chase after them?" "for what reason? Journey is fresh." Tempting crest sweet to rest. Mr Adewale took an object like telescope pushing it to his left eye. "Man feeding his cattle. Arid lands surrounded by thick bushes. Yes, this direction. Fast!" journey route easy for once. Mr Adewale confirmed what he saw. "Hello!" "How can I help you?" "safari park closer?" "look through the eyes of this animals." Mr Adewale rub his palm on a cow facing him. "I need your help. For days it had been difficult finding safari park." "Do as I say." "No need." "Listen carefully. This five cattle are ill. All I want is an assistance. Can you understand animals mind through their eyes?" "Job of Vet doctor. Take them there before they die." "I will do all I know." "Who is this boy?" "My intelligent student too smart." _"Moo! Moo!"_ Cattle watching me replied. "How often do they eat daily?" "three times." "Feed them five times. Their reply shows five of their silent cattle are sick." "Surprise, for months this cattle had never utter any sounds. Such an amazing person you are. Your name?" "Paul Collins." "Vet doctor?" "college student!" "have experience with animals?" "during the time I was with my mother. Lots of animals are under my care. I learnt their various languages." "what do you aspire to become in life?" "I want to be a seaman. Protecting my country waterway from oil theft, piracy at all cost is all I want." "Your dream shall come to pass. So, I don't know where I can get a Vet doctor." "Early morning grass would cure their illness." "No cost?" "that is all." "Safari park is 2 miles away. I am part of Maasai tribes men. Kakenya is my name. Poachers comes unexpectedly to steal our cattle. We Maasai say no to poaching. By chance have any of you come across poachers?" "not even one." "King Erodo had placed a reward for whoever catches poachers." "Trust us, we won't delay to report presence of poachers on your lands." First Maasai man we came across waved as we continued our mission. "Paul Collins that was clever of you. He begged for answer; you gave him all he want. I see animals understand communications. Animals loved someone that reads their minds. Give me a warm handshake." "Dirty hands, you deserved clean hands to shake you." Avoiding myself from shaking Mr Adewale burst out unexpectedly. "Wash your dirty hands, Paul Collins." "If coming across water I must wash my hands, thereupon, I shall shake you sir, if given that rare chance." Reason for refusing to have a warm handshake with Mr Adewale is his slow thinking. The first Maasai man we met is sensible. If I didn't use my discretion, he would concur we came poaching. "Wrong way, we need to get back over there. An image stand far away. This telescope can't be wrong." Journey is strenuous any moment Mr Adewale led. Days had diminished; taking bathe something of the past. Snakes, lions, tigers or any creeping animals would prevent any of us from doing the mandatory. "Paul Collins take a look, confirm it yourself." "Gigantic statue of a Maasai man. Michael see for yourself." Three of us were right, an image afar shows humans are living not too close from where we are getting to. Focused eyes were restless, short expectations high. In our minds having same thought that very moment is reasonably welcomed. "Sir, ambush is closer. People in this communities desperately hunting for poachers." "Shut your mouth Paul Collins. Poaching, a criminal offence I know that. Not here to poach. I must defend everyone of us." "But sir, spear owned by King of Maasai had been too long with me. Explaining how it got to my hand, I can't. Maasai hunting for poachers may be prowess in catching their enemies. Legendary spear with me would put me in trouble. I need to throw it away." "Try it and see the other side of me." Two offence we carried; first is suspected offence to poach on Kenyan soil. Second is offence of stealing King Erodo's spear, his bow and arrow. "Somebody kept that image as a trap. Trick too late trying. Poachers would fall easily for that precious image. As for us, here on an excursion." Speculated image of Maasai stand unshakeable while I stand for almost thirty minutes watching. "This is awesome!" "Kenyans are great. Such... precious image? How I wish camera was with me. I would had snapped fifty of it, making me famous tourist having rare photos." "C-Caravan!" "Paul Collins where did it lain?" "fifty walk from here." Mr Adewale ran, making me to walk faster just to catch up with him. "I can't believe this. Well built. Come in time." Mr Adewale called rest of his students as he get fully set to confront any attack. "Pull off your shoes. It is sacrilege coming with shoes on this soil. "One minute after I have had entered. Paul Collins open to see if I am being held captive." "Sir. Wait, is anybody in? We need help!" "Owner of this caravan may be dead. Waste of time shouting Paul Collins." "I don't think so." Sandra spoke in clerical voice. Suspicious caravan hide in between fresh tall grasses. Mr Adewale entered undisturbed. Our sharp wide open eyes fixed at the entrance of the caravan. "Come inside. Come inside. Beautiful home to live!" Mr Adewale yelled. Dark settees arranged for visitors on one side. Dwellers settees beside two rooms facing each others. "Temporal home for twelve hours." "Safari park not in my mind for now. I love Nairobi. I must stay even helicopter arrives." "Michael, mission must be accomplished. Beautiful place like this won't deter me from achieving our desired goals." "Master. I found this rifle." "Then who is in control of this caravan?" "Maasai. I believe it is them." "Paul Collins show me how smart to use this rifle." "Tweak here, bullet will go straight to the right target." "Liquor sir. Big back pocket attached to each settees had liquors." "Let me read instructions about this liquor. 99% alcoholic. Punctured cap. Taste it." "I don't sir." Mr Adewale poured massive liquor into his mouth; he is gradually listless in journey ahead. "Join in this merriment." "What merriment sir?" "No ambush from anyone. Drink Paul Collins." Leader I trusted betrayed full trust I had for him. Nobody far home must know Mr Adewale drank alcohol in Nairobi. "Sir, stop drinking it. It is—wrong!"

I was flustered. Speaking to Mr Adewale doesn't worth it. I shook my head, about coming with a pensive idea. "Michael, he is drowsy what can I do?" "tired man, allow him to rest. He is unable to withstand such prolonged journey." I stand at my elbow while pulling a long face. I licked my lips focus at him, he was gradually dossing. "Team work would be needed. Michael monitor each movement. Blink of any, don't hesitate signalling me." Crack shelf beside the right settees carried documents too many to read. Closer, there laid a big artwork, intricate designs attractive to watch for decades. Liquor Mr Adewale drunk really baffled everyone. Mysterious caravan dwelled alone undisturbed on coarse ground. "What a beautiful picture of Maasai man? Is this King we await to see?" "He is. I believe he is the one." "Is this planned work? King Erodo residing in caravan?" "problem with that?" "just surprised." "Where is this rifle?" "on Mr Adewale's lap." "Protecting ourselves should be major priority. Did you heard?" "heard what?" "Clasp of hands." "Each locals rushing." "To where?" "inside caravan." "Enter fast as you can!" "Mr Adewale should be informed." "Wake him!" I instructed. Mr Adewale not affable, his face soaked with sweats. I hurtled, hid, using cotton demarcating two rooms the caravan had. Scary blast hit the entrance door. I melt in fear. "Open or else we shall force it open!" "identify yourselves!" "authorities against intruders." "Michael should I?" I asked. "Zero choice. We better open before our punishment increases." In fearful state I opened boldly. "People stealing our animals. Our ancestors had placed heavy wrath on all of you!" I snuffled all for sake of Mr Adewale. "Check that room if someone is hiding!" warble tone each henchmen displayed really cool down my state. "One only." "Bring him out!" Doubts doubled in their minds. Destruction begun to confirm no one is hiding. "Intruders, poachers dwelling on our land our King must decide your fates. Start praying in little minutes remaining. Once judgement is pronounced I for long never see that persons like riffraff watching me escaping severe punishment." He gave his short provocative barking laugh after end of speech. Open discussions among the henchmen panic Sandra. As only girl we carried along fear had been building deeper in her since our arrival in Nairobi. Mr Adewale awoke, discovered strange muscular men surround him eagerly. "Reality show. Wonderful statures." "Leader, wild lions prefer eating, sleeping vagabond! Reserve another sleep till when each lions fights to have you in their belly." I remained where I was. Plans of escaping can't be reached. Muscular henchmen numbering twelve beat their chests and held live celebrations. "Tie their hands backward!" their curious leader instructed. "For what?" Mr Adewale got his slap of his life for asking question increasing his offence. "Stars. Stars. This is what I see." Mr Adewale could bear the pain alone. "For decades we had desperately tried catching poachers. I set this caravan, positioned liquors at back of each settees. I advised our King liquor can be of help. This is it. it worked!" another celebrations another happiness took their day. Mr Adewale recovered seeing clearly. He eyed me. He gazed around for escape route. "That would be difficult. I can read your mind. I am a mind-reader!" youngest one among them declared his profession. "Move forward!" innocent slaves on a neutral soil I wept silently. Route easier since we were guarded by brave muscular henchmen determined slaying wild animals. "I forgot something Korinko." "Get it as fast!" we stopped till he arrived. "Where did this came from?" Korinko asked. "From the caravan!" "is it for you?" "Yes. No. For someone." "Criminal! King Erodo owned it. Stealing, offence number three." "Mercy. Show mercy. Allow this innocent ones to go." "Be silent or I silence you!" I frowned pretending to watch Sandra's plight. "Gourd I carried is filled with water. Who is thirsty amongst you?" none of us replied joyous Korinko. Many children jumped, some were impassioned in the community leading to palace of King Erodo. "Poachers tormenting our cattle. Children have them. Do something against them!" "Change your decision Korinko. King Erodo would launched his blames upon you if this offenders are injured." Excited children in community we were rubbed their palms on our back. "Let your heart beat faster now. King Erodo palace, here we come." Coming closer, a fascinating beats of gong almost deaf each eardrum we have. Korinko prostrate before a man been decorated with monarchical apparel. Golden crown fixed on his head. "Your majesty, we have them in our hands." "Tell me degree of offence this quiet, panicked people had committed." "Speak for yourself intruders!" Korinko yelled. "Actually ... no crime is committed." "Stupid idiot. Addressed the King as your majesty." "Pardon me, your majesty!" surprised King Erodo shook his head. "Your majesty. Far distance we came from. I am a Nigerian. This students also citizens of Nigeria. Excursion brought us here." "Your majesty their leader is lying. Check this your majesty. It is your spear. Your bow and arrow giving to you after that big lion you killed. Of course your majesty. This spear especially is mandatory to show each communities whenever annual celebrations is held for your reigns." "Feathers. Where can I locate their feathers." "Your majesty which feathers?" "Korinko." "Yes your majesty." "That feathers this people used to fly from their country to Nairobi." Pang destabilised Mr Adewale's face. "I understand your majesty. Maybe they came through airplane." "Korinko." "Yes your majesty." "Is it that thing that move on the air." "Your majesty as if you knew it better than me." "Ask them, what brought them from their country to Nairobi?" "I obey your courage your majesty. Head of intruders. Where is your means of transportation?" "helicopter brought all of us here." _"Helicopter?_ Where is it now? Tell me so that I can free all of you." "It has gone back home." "For this lie, I promise this shall lead you all direct to dungeon. Truth can set you free." "Soonest, helicopter will come, carrying us back home." "Eh, stop that. You all shall be highest prisoners in dungeon kept for offenders. I forgot your majesty!" "forgot what Korinko?" "to say they poach also." "Poachers? I must placed severe judgement on them. Ask them Korinko, did one of them sneaked into my well guarded kingdom to steal this spear, bow, arrow?" "long live your majesty. Precious spear on your servant hand is seen resting beside one tall fruit tree. I honoured your spear I can call also a sword." "Amulet on his neck?" "youngest one among them wore amulet surprising me." "Untie them Korinko. Young great boy. Amulet worn by only one prince. Who are you young boy?" "Paul Collins." "Is this man poaching our animals?" "Mr Adewale cannot do that. He is trusted fellow." "Excursion where exactly to?" "safari park." "Am so sorry. I now bear blame for this misunderstanding. Korinko. Take them into my palace. Treat them like our own." "I will your majesty." King Erodo's last word led to a crescendo. "Here, sit, relax, food would be ready by now." Local milk in rotund bowl brought before us. "Korinko doing work five servants can do. King Erodo loved animals. He must follow you people to watch animals playing." "Korinko!" "long live your majesty." "Excuse me. I want secret talk with my guests." Korinko left King Erodo's guest room. "Mr Adewale confident leader. Have you heard that word Maasai before?" "Of course your majesty." "That spear, also serving as sword had written inscription. Kenyan language only Kenyans can understand." "Interesting." "Paul Collins. I want someone like you be as brave as me. Timid ones don't put on amulet. Maasai warrior you would be. Sit closer me." Sumptuous animals skins already on floor I sat. Fine animals decorations really interest my stay.* "Kenya beautiful place in Africa. Place of cool water, Nairobi beautiful city to dwell in anytime." Korinko dashed bowing before the king. "Sorry to disturb you your majesty." "Go on Korinko." "Entertainers prepared for traditional music. Can they come in?" "Guests, Maasai musicians wants to entertain you people with Maasai songs. Give them this hour, believe me, Maasai musicians would be best musicians music you all will ever heard." King Erodo did not know I can sing. Unforgettable music I sang in Kenya, titled sweet mother cannot easily erased from my classmates memory. Mullet-styled Maasai entertainers entered, all head low in presence of the king. Low tone Maasai musician commenced, clapping their palms in appreciation. Each Maasai musicians apprise our presence in Nairobi. "Our guests, their music is talking about history of Maasai." Short hilarious Maasai women impressive in skills with viva voice. Large earrings pendent on their noses. While progressing with their melody, a chap make an acrobat, holding six tambourines. He kept it beside the Maasai singing passionately. Melody tambourines in a trice thrilled my night. Prancing Maasai musicians smiled warmly. Two guards stand at back of King Erodo fanning him with big needled feathers of peacock. "I want good rest guests. Hence, I must rest in my palace room." King Erodo chamberlains led him into his room. Guards also follow King Erodo further. Weakness fast harder on King Erodo's face. His old age slows words from his abated mouth. Weary state King Erodo is battling with slow his steps. Maasai musicians ended as wall clock struck. Korinko dropped some coins into their open palms. They took their small tambourines and left. "Hot meals before sleeping. Servers bring it in!" appetizing meals served in trays. One swallow alone; I felt I could forget what brought me to Kenya. Mr Adewale subdued his meal, sweating profusely. "Korinko this meal is delicious. I ate such meal in Nigeria, my country. Can I ask for something?" "as our kingdom guest, free to ask." "More meal left?" "servers must bring another one. Demand more as you can. Paul Collins still want more?" Korinko had been keeping close at me. He want more satisfaction for me. "I need more. delicious meal I won't forget easily." "Girl another plate?" Mr Adewale responded pronouncing Sandra's name. Korinko amazed Sandra had wonderful name. "I prefer more." "Servers bring more!" more meals were served so piled up as if our stomachs was having drums. Within short minutes of consumption we back off. Korinko never sat until he see full satisfaction on us. "Fine room for guests. Follow me I will show it to each of you." I judged the Maasai as local tribes; but temporal room assigned to me really speak volume about Maasai. Well placed rug, plain white clothes, soft pillows, spreading mosquitoes net, standing cupboards, TV set baffled me. "Maasai prince enjoy your room, don't hesitate to call me in case you need something I can be of help." "Thank King Erodo for this. How about others, do they have good room as I have?" "King Erodo ordered I should assign his prince this room. Paul Collins your room is the best. Others have a bit okay room." "Not as beautiful as this?" "not as!" "okay thanks." "We see next day Paul Collins, prince of Maasai." "I appreciate." Korinko left eagerly making me believe he has another assignment with King Erodo. In amazement I walked round quadruple corners comparing beauty I saw with that of my master's room.* Maasai drawings disapprove sleep that refuse coming. King Erodo is a clever king, he must do within his reach for him to make me his prince, Korinko face exposed all. Thud knock sliced another amazing drawings I about watching. "Korinko back for an information?" "Paul Collins is me!" Mr Adewale traced room I was, sniff round, shook himself approvingly. "Paul Collins, prince deserved this room." "Sir. King Erodo instructed Korinko to give me this room. He called me his prince." "Lucky boy. Amulet on this thin neck of yours saved us. I can't stop thanking you. See you next day!" Mr Adewale left. He closed the room quietly. Sleeping as prince on bed, praying for more stay in Nairobi, I love to see. Exactly 9:00 on broad morning I jumped off my feet, ran checking if I was actually on another dream. I smiled since it is a reality. "Such can't be a dream. Live experience!" "How was your night, prince?" "Korinko from where?" Surprisingly King Erodo stood in middle of doorway. "Paul Collins elephants is waiting. Inform others to get ready for safari park." "I greet you sir, your majesty." King Erodo stretched his hands to accept greeting from me. It took me two minutes getting myself ready. I try to meet up with King Erodo's preparedness; I looked about for Mr Adewale. "Paul Collins. King Erodo is waiting for you." "Can I inform others?" "I have inform them. For now they are fully ready on their elephants." Coming outside, giants elephants shaking to move. "Korinko lift him on his elephant." I sat grinning, wondering how our elephants can take us far. "Sandra don't panic!" King Erodo begged. Korinko with four others guarding King Erodo as his elephant move. King Erodo talking to his colourful parrot standing on his left shoulder. On elephant I catch welcome sights of nomadic communities. Movement is slow as we approached dead end. "Look!" I turn left to see what alerted Sandra. A bleak, swampy stretch soggy landscape, wind-swept, devoid of human habitation of any sort. Coming closer, resort of running animals of same family catch everyone's attention. Something baffles me, there was trace of human existing there before, tall signpost really tells of that. I sighed deeper. Korinko walked straight to King Erodo. Silent discussions going on between King Erodo and Korinko. "Get down from your elephant! My king has said he want his prince and others to see rocks welcoming strangers!" carefully, I jumped down helping others. Mr Adewale walked to the dusty trails leading to the rocks. "This crevice is dangerous for anyone to sit on, the crust has expose the crack part." "Mr Adewale sit on your elephant. Others do the same." King Erodo has given orders to Korinko for us to move. On elephants, excitement grew higher. In a minute; rocks we near to gaze at became bigger. Our elephants boom from anger. "Size of each rocks panicking them." King Erodo explained. "How long is this rocks existing?" again, each elephants boom while shifting back. "Two hundred years ago." "Students. It seems fauna, flora might be existing on this rocks about cracking off." Mr Adewale statement were lucid. "King Erodo have important thing to say." "Tourist. Mount Kilimanjaro not far. Time may not permit me to give others to Korinko, he knows there." Sandra mute still watching each rocks. Mr Adewale forced down accosted by Korinko to be careful. "Students watch as I go under this particular rock." I rub myself fearing for Mr Adewale's life. I knew if something happens, King Erodo would want me and others to stay forever in Nairobi. Mr Adewale crawled out unhurt. He threw a small stone up the rock. His target is his explanation. We understand what he meant. Foundation of that rock he just came out under is too strong. "Fast Mr Adewale. King Erodo is exhausted." Loyal Korinko said. Weather was humid on road to safari park. "Your majesty; hold on. Hold on. I should be through in next couple of minutes!" Mr Adewale shouted alerting King Erodo of his willingness to finish in due minutes. "Sir. King Erodo is too old to stay hesitantly in sun." "Paul Collins I agree with you. Am so tired. Give me an handkerchief." Near from our spot, clasp of hands from Korinko showed a clear signal. It is right time to move. Mr Adewale carried himself up, sat on his elephant. King Erodo had lose patience in Mr Adewale teachings. Camera snapshot would have been great benefit supposing we have one. Our elephants ride on smoothly. Korinko passed water to me, I signalled him I was okay. He went straight giving Sandra and others water to quench their taste. "Korinko. This elephants need water also." "Stream not too far." Last elephant walking majestically was elephant I sat on. Slowly; our elephants trumpet scarily making King Erodo gasping for breath. Sandra's elephant displayed final weakness by refusing to proceed forward. "Sandra just sit, don't shake!" I pull down in desperate mood. I never allowed Korinko to show delay concern; rather, I hold Sandra down taking her up my elephant. Bland journey became worry for me. "Stream. Down from your elephants, direct them to drunk litres of water." Clean stream tempt me. I bent lower swallowing water my stomach can carry. "Korinko move on!" once King Erodo commanded his trusted henchman, it is final. Korinko obey cautiously. Journey continue immediately Korinko moved. Harrowing journey make me sobbed out legendary tears in which I can't explain cause of it. King Erodo pat his elephant to stop. Korinko ran inquiring reason for his King stopping. "Prince. I feel your tears." He snarled. King Erodo would not stop calling me his prince. I imagined if he really had a son. "Korinko important personal word with the prince. Help me down." Four others assisted Korinko lifting down King Erodo from his exhausted elephant. King Erodo walked towards me, paused, shook himself. "I have a boy not bold as you. Soonest, where I rule we shall both get there." "Your majesty. Son? Tell me something. Why do you prefer to call me your prince instead?" "right from when I saw your amulet. I concluded you shall rule before him." "How about the queen, your majesty?" "she is in main palace with timid son of mine." "Which location is that palace?" "two minutes walk, we shall be there." King Erodo want us firstly in his main palace before he tells us where safari park lies. "Paul Collins smile, almost there." King Erodo on his elephant as he lead briskly. Nearer, I smell presence of villages. A tall darker in complexion haggard old man on colourful wrapper waiting to welcome the king. Bald head, big ear-rings on his nose, he hold a tall bent stick which I believe he is Maasai. "Lekufon standing to welcome his king." King Erodo voiced. "He has arrived! He has arrived!" Grosses villagers trooped out, eager to welcome their only king controlling Maasai kingdom. I refrain from coming down until I get full assurance that villagers coming towards us won't attack. Conga beats all over as King Erodo came down happily. "Paul Collins follow me." I now forced down after others had been waiting to see me land down. "Is he one of us?" Lekufon asked. "On an excursion from Nigeria." Lekufon growls. "How is my queen?" "doing well." "Lemasolai?" "prince Lemasolai is doing well also." Lined up elephants that carried us squeaked. Maasai elders in squabble; opportunity walking to see situations around. Somehow, while gazing around, one Maasai elder saw shining amulet on my neck swinging. "He is prince linked to a kingdom." He shouted alerting Lemasolai and the queen. "Prostrate before him. Two prince in our kingdom." King Erodo welcomed by his son, wife and servants. "Your majesty who is this boy that put on amulet?" "prince." "But Lemasolai also have same amulet with him?" "Yes. Two prince would succeed me." "Second prince I welcome you. From where?" she asked. "From Nigeria." Maasai queen jealousy grew wilder. "Korinko prepare five rooms for them." "I will your majesty." King Erodo snuggled me, kissed me. "Rain fall seven years ago. Your coming here would bring luck." Mr Adewale not recognised like I. Any short statement he is about making would be snubbed by King Erodo. "Crops refuse growing. Farmers had shed their frustrations. Advice me, what is next option?" "rain would fall. Farmers would laugh." Thunder screams, an heavy downpour took over the village. Korinko used light umbrella to protect us including his king. Palace guards wait, directing King Erodo to sit on his royal chair. "Our crops would grow. Paul Collins prince of Maasai you are great!" queen of Maasai frowns at me. Her son who is direct prince never bothered, he sat with me on same embroidered mat. "Your majesty, jubilations!" "Korinko. Farmers are expressing much happiness. Leave them, I know they must parade themselves to meet me in my palace." Stupendous night for King Erodo, farmers flushed in rapidly all prostrating front of King Erodo. "Meitikini head of farmer this day a reality you wished for. Celebrate anyway, age is not friendly with you." "Your majesty, Strange. This strangers brought luck to our entire villages." "See him. He is the one that predict rain. Another thing Meitikini, Paul Collins, prince of Maasai promised farmers would laugh. I can see that." "Our women had stored enough water for days ahead. Empty pails had brimmed your majesty. Thank you for allowing our strangers to come to your palace." "Meitikini greet other farmers. Make them understand I also share their happiness." Meitikini left warmly. "Korinko flute. Entertain our prince, also our strangers." Flute played on orders from King of Maasai. I glance watching how Korinko was displaying his talents. Pellucid sounds led dozens villagers in. Villagers passim expressing their gratitude. Loud celebrations continued till next day. King Erodo had left his royal chair to take his bathe. Korinko led each of us to the bathroom. I finished bathing, wearing a Maasai apparel. Mr Adewale funny in his Maasai apparel. Korinko played flute for King Erodo as he sat on his elephant. Randomly set as we sat on well fed elephants. "Safari park, oh I must visit there again!" King Erodo expressed. Proximity of safari park not far, King Erodo eyeball tells that. His smiles make me join him smiling. Eddies of wind blew. Like itinerant with no fixed destination; King Erodo direct his elephant timely. Pusillanimous Sandra losing interest on the journey. Outskirts, unseen animals noises heard. "Korinko gently get them down." On foot King Erodo led. Korinko again played his flute making King Erodo smiling along. Pick-ups drove past King Erodo. "Moving vehicle? Safari park closer I see." "Sleeping animals in cage." "Which cage sir?" "cage that pick-up is carrying." "Sure sir?" "perfectly sure!" Sandra had zoophobia in her. Her worry increases when Mr Adewale confirmed the pick-up that passed us was lifting a cage which animals is in. "Korinko stop. I need concentration." King Erodo spotting every nooks and cranny. "I was there months ago. Is somewhere along here. Korinko accompany me anytime I intend coming to watch animals." "Your majesty how I wish I followed you that day." Our elephants steps large enough on sandy ground can become a threat for wild animals tracing everyone. "Korinko this students want something." "This pouch carried food that is okay for your students." "Now!" "your majesty this side is befitting for our guests." "Allow Paul Collins, my prince to eat much." Rush, desperations, eagerness forced me eating. Sandra sat on sandy ground refusing more food. King Erodo gist alongside Korinko his right hand henchman. "Paul Collins look up in case Orube pass, helicopter is too fast. He may had search desperately." "Boss would unleashed his anger on Mr Stingy." "Is he the pilot?" "for approving unqualified pilot." "Orube is qualified. His displaying skills when bringing us to Kenya really melt me." "Be against him. Who else to join me?" Five in number as we came, our hands up against Orube. King Erodo shook himself up, inquiring reasons for our hands up. I expresses clear anger I have against Orube. "Prince on your elephant!" I obeyed. Elephants continued from where they stopped. Maasai tribesmen in moving pick-up hailing King Erodo gallantly. Ten pick-ups carrying Maasai tribesmen coming faster stopped, welcoming King Erodo. Sandra screams joyfully. She longed to set her eyes on tamed animals. "Your majesty no ticket?" "free. No charge for a king and his followers." Greetings made in Maasai way confirmed King Erodo's recognition. Guides leading us by batches. King Erodo instructed Korinko to stay outside, watch over the elephants. Pick-up having a grinning Maasai driver stay in wait, ready to drive to where tamed animas are.

"Paul Collins we are at the safari park." It could be full reality hearing growls from tigers. Maasai guides led us in. I sat with Mr Adewale back of moving pick-up; Maasai safari park driver had already taking others in. Civets, antelopes, lions, chimpanzees, rhinoceros, cheetahs, zebras, having unstoppable funs in various homes they live. Thunderstruck to watch lions playing with lots of cubs, lioness flays defenceless tiny creatures for her cubs. Parched late afternoon after a strenuous boring journey on an elephants; I gravitated to full viewing location as I was accompanied by Maasai guides holding spears in readiness for any unexpected. King Erodo sat on a carried bamboo chair, his dedicated henchmen sweating simultaneously. Three Maasai guides corking their rifles as each stand side by side so that suspected animals would not pounce the old king. Maasai guides speaking lingoes, some feeding a male wounded leopard spreading out his quivering tongue. "King Erodo want me to take you to where funny animals dwelled." I responded, climbing height of unmoved pick-up. Mr Adewale Joined in, sitting beside excited safari park pick-up driver. Fast moving pick-up stopped as the pick-up driver noticed chimpanzees throwing their babies up and catching it back. "Can I come closer?" I asked anxiously. "Watch as I carry their babies. The giant chimpanzees would shake me, I forgot bringing bunches of bananas for the little children." Mr Adewale followed guide that brought us. Chimpanzees playing with Mr Adewale; some dipping their friendly hands in Mr Adewale pockets. My heart skipped a beat. Scene around was pure magic. I estimated hundred lonely chimpanzees rushing to have their handshake with me. A pick-up carrying Sandra, Jonathan and Michael heads to our direction. "Sir, they have joined us." "Very good. We have to be together." "Telescope. View farer." "May I know you more?" "Olekorinko. Nothing more." With calm mind he gave me telescope used for viewing unpredictable animals. "Paul Collins give me let me watch." Sandra instructed. I chuckled, gave her Olekorinko's telescope. Maasai guides standing by our side exchanging pleasantries with safari park driver that lifted Jonathan, Michael, Sandra to where we were. _"_ _An ambush!_ _"_ Sandra screamed. "Fast, I want to watch myself!" matured lions slow and methodically forms crept across the hillside, lay in wait for unprotected tamed animals. "Olekorinko lions about rushing animals in this park!" Olekorinko whistled Maasai guides, rushing were imminent. Sounds of released bullets heard. Huge wild lions scuffled with tamed matured lions. I spotted ten deaths of safari park oversized pride. Gentle animals fleeing for safety. Recumbent approach of Maasai guides saved more lions death. Sodden terrain behind hillside helped Maasai guides in shooting five wild lions. Sensing danger they escaped with serious wounds. Telescope showing panorama passing eyes by eyes. Maasai guides with Sleight of hands protect more animals from the escaped wild lions. Brave Maasai guides slinking in case another wild animals want another death of tamed animals. "Helicopter!" Orube had traced where we are. He landed in midst of cheetahs causing panic among them because of the sharp blades. "Come faster!" as fast, we entered into the waiting helicopter. Unknowingly, King Erodo coming faster. He came face to face begging Orube to allow me live in Kenya forever. Orube refused. "Paul Collins, please!" "I am a Nigerian. I am proud to be a Nigerian. I am going back to achieve my aim of becoming a trained seaman to protect my country waterway from piracy, oil theft." "Bye!" "thanks. Your Majesty, bye!" helicopter lift up, took us back to our college. Orube has already pleaded for mercy just for dropping us in wrong place. Mr Collins took me home, Hillary, Georgina prepared sweet meals for my arrival safely. David happy I was back. "Paul Collins, no boarding, resume your secondary class tomorrow. Rest in your room as you like."
CHAPTER EIGHT

**BACK HOME** Home is home; there is no place like home. Mr Collins talking with me in smiling mood. Striving against all odds in Kenya would remain a memory. "Boss, challenges I had in Kenya depresses me. Orube caused it all." "I arrived successfully from Congo yesterday. Imagine, I was told about excursion I wasn't briefed about." "Boss. Your guess really worked perfectly." "What guess?" "my coming." "Mr Thomas phoned the pilot, threatening him with all punishment within the court of law." "I smell sudden appearance of Orube, he was sweating as he landed. Fear in him led him landing in midst of cheetahs." "Paul. Mr Stingy is dismissed indefinitely!" "boss for what manner of offence?" "permitting bad manners in college he ought to have prevented." Boss expressions shows all is not smooth in college. "Boss, I am surprised Orube landed in college, gloomed atmosphere panicked me." "Trust me. I instructed Mr Thomas to tell Orube to land on where he carried you." "I almost ran into where I stayed. Horn from your car frozen me. Mr Lawal is too dedicated." "He has to because, I pay him daily allowance." "Nice boss you are." "Paul we have one significant thing to discuss. Remind me when I am alone." "I must boss." "Paul how happy it is for me to see you." Hillary expressing her temporal likeness towards me. I know later, within weeks, her nagging attitudes must burst out. "Georgina had prepared your usual room cleaned." "Thanks Ma'am, grateful for that." David sat opposite Me looking hopeful. I see stress on him. Absence in boss house has change things within. "Paul wait, tell me, where actually source of money for that excursion came from?" "money they gave me for winning gold trophy was used for the excursion." "Gold trophy? How much?" "$30000!" "too much!" "$15000 was used for other thing." "Funny. Used?" "Students protested they need sporting facilities to promote their talents. Mr Stingy agreed he is using rest $15000 to purchase an equipments." "Mr Thomas knew all. In fact, a student came warning Mr Thomas right in his office. That led to Mr Stingy's dismissal." Boss face looked broken, merely staring at him, I can see his displeasure for allowing me being in college alone. "Paul excuse me, I have urgent call to make." Turning back, I see Hillary following boss and demanding to know secret conversation boss needed to have with me. "David have something unusual for me?" "well... what did you think I have?" "boss private conversation." "Paul pray boss won't sent you packing!" "Boss is not such type! Besides, I did nothing wrong!" "wait and see. As he was back from Congo, he was complaining bitterly about nothing." "You know what? I can pinpoint what led to his rare complain. He loved me. From Congo he must had been thinking about his well trusted housekeeper. Boss worry is his housekeeper safety in Kenya." David began swallowing his saliva, expressing his bitterness towards ways he was usually snubbed even though he worked so hard. "Paul I was employed before you. Boss have never appreciate whatever good work I did. Why? Why? Will I get any reward?" "someday somehow. Boss must enrol you in college." "I only want pay rise. Family I left behind depends on me." "Send this for them." "Whoa! Paul big money!" "Poor Paul you knew is now bucks up!" "would I be like you, Paul?" "choice in a thing line. Do you prefer working from morning till night?" "for what? even if I earned five times my salary I won't. Boss know I don't work extra hours." "Extra hours working boss like me for this. By chance I heard boss discussed his plans for me. He insist schooling is best for me. Reward of hard work." "Paul I eavesdrop about boss plans in regards to your case. Favours on only you. Smile Paul!" **"** David I believe on boss. When you said I should pray so as not be sent packing. Look on my face should have tell I wasn't scared." "Unexpected may still happen, Paul. Don't get yourself carried away with gladness." David a fully jealous person that needed not to be told about secrets. He had flair for convincing anyone good about the future for others but he never had faith about himself. "Paul get to your room! I want confirmation about you in your room!" same room I left remain untouched until Georgina arranged rough, untidy sides on my bed. Clock struck midnight. In sleep crow of cock heard. I sprung up hitting down; preparation is underway for Mr Lawal to take me to college. Opening the door, new uniforms for new class, new section had been kept well ironed, well hanged for me by side of the door. "Boss orders, all this for me alone?" "now you know!" boss standing far await me till I come out of the room. His feelings towards his dedicated housekeeper is to force himself to see how I would respond to new uniforms bought. "Roundup faster, driver is waiting." "Boss I should be through two minutes from now!" "rare wisdom shall come upon you Paul." "So be it boss." I rushed making myself ready. Light food swallowed down deeper gave more strengths to me. Within minutes after eating, boss car played host to me. Mr Lawal drove rightly. "Paul nice to see you. So it is all about secondary school. I was told you went to Kenya on an excursion. Why did you prefer to come back?" "mission to fulfil, mission to accomplish." "Come on... what mission?" "Mr Lawal it shall be known soonest." "Kenya. That is great. Anything surprising in Kenya?" "wild lions take on anyone they come across on broad day light." "Weird! Wild lions roaming? Is that what you mean?" "yes. From nearby thick bush humans come under attack. I took everything careful. I even climbed a hill just to prevent unwelcomed lions from attacking." "Warrior Paul!" "King Erodo begged I should stay in Kenya till I want. He called me his prince." "Prince of what?" "prince of Maasai!" "so you saw them?" "I lived with them so happy. Only that I want to come back home." "Supposing boss maltreated you, so that means Kenya would be next place you deserved?" "boss is a mind reader. He had not for once provoked me. Therefore, I can't leave him. I think about him mostly in Kenya." "During my young age, I try getting out of my country to try other country. No one assisted me. Paul, so lucky!" "I give every thanks to my creator!" "gotten there. Drop down carefully. After closing I must come to take you home." "Mr Lawal I shall expect your arrival." Mr Lawal drove off hurriedly. "Paul Collins! Paul Collins!" students hailing their champion. I seems to be seen like an idol among crowded students coming aright to college. "Happy of your return. How has journey be?" Bravo asked. "So cool there. Next person is you Bravo." "Stop there! don't deceive me! Mr Stingy trying to play smart moves had been fired!" "so?" "he paid price for lying. Next on line is you!" "I have done nothing wrong." "Paul Collins you are also an accomplice. Mr Stingy uses you mainly for lying to make us believe all is well." "Bravo stop that nonsense. How is all our classmates?" "I won't even answer until you apologise." "For what Bravo?" "Paul Collins say the truth. Rumours had gathered around that I suppose to go with you people. Someone explained how my name was swapped. Is it right?" "if is proven, I never did that?" "I am not saying it is your fault. All I am saying is that you knew about it." Bravo want confessions. I have made up never to tell him all that Mr Adewale said. "Mr Stingy only knew about that. Find him Bravo, he must tell you how he did it!" "Okay. Paul Collins don't be provoked. Now in another class!" "As you can see, this uniform is for secondary section." "Won't you check me in class?" "Bravo Level had changed. Years from now, I would finish first schooling. I must achieve aims I yearn."

Bravo shook his cold hands with me, from his battered face he hope one day to be like me. I forced myself from him, he refused leaving me for another time. "Bravo I must come to see how you do in class!" "Paul Collins I am still moody, dolorous as well!" "I did all best, now, I am in full mood to smile. Secondary section!" "Mr Thomas is coming!" "Wow!" students running to coordinate themselves on line. Mr Thomas walked up to me, welcoming me for a safe return. "Tourist!" first word from Mr Thomas welcoming precisely. I greeted him, rubbing my hand on my sweaty head. "How was your journey, sir?" "I should be the person to ask such question!" "Sir, I was told you went for your Masters Degree to Germany!" "Paul your father scared me, right in Germany I boarded a flight back to Nigeria! Mr Stingy didn't tell me how many days my students especially would spent. I sacked him!" "negotiable matter, sir, call him back, he is ignorant of his mistakes." "Know what?" "what sir?" "Mr Stingy received bribes, permitting corruption in this college I took years to see it was free of nefarious activities." Pretending as if I didn't know about Mr Stingy's cunning attitude was all I put on. "Sir. Did he confessed to it?" "Paul I make sure I conduct every investigation before I comes out with final decision on major issue. Mr Stingy even confessed he take pleasure in collecting bribes from desperate students going to late night clubbing!" "so baffled to hear this!" "violent students according to him are calm since I returned back and effect some permanent changes." "Am too glad for your sensible decisions!" "follow me Paul, your class is all I want to see." Mr Thomas direct me for a new day in secondary school. "Sit front, that seat should be your seat from henceforth!" students in class looked as if a president son has been assigned to their class. Mr Thomas spoke calmly in my ear that I should see him after closing. The teacher in class had already started before I entered. He is speechless until Mr Thomas left. He continued teaching, making way for clearer understanding. I can't ask of his name, he would put an eye on me if I dare try to do that. Teaching is interesting with him, he repeat his words timely. I turn back counting number of us in classroom. We were fifteen in number. Two girls and thirteen boys. Subject of interest is that subject they received with happy state. "Class, the fifteenth student would promulgate his name before I leave. Do you intend to know his name?" "I want that!" "class monitor, are you on course to answer for others?" "of course!" eagerly, I divulge my name making curious student in class to make an applause. "I welcome this habit, your new classmate would never lose taste of coming here. Paul Collins. Mr Thomas know reason of bringing you among this bookworms, morally well-behaved, brilliant students!" class cool to the core. Students passing watched, to them it seems no one was in class I was. "Paul Collins. As class monitor, I approve decision. Your teacher standing in our midst is Mr Adine. Whatever you don't understand within his teaching meet him in his office." Mr Adine staring at me happily. "Class would you not entertain your new classmate?" the class monitor present a slim covered book to me in welcoming manner. Mr Adine left too happy. "Paul Collins is his teaching interesting?" judging Mr Adine on first time may not make sense. Deep within I formulate something reasonable to say. "Perfect teaching from such a genius making our day bright, Mr Adine is nice to be with!" "really?" "trust me!" class monitor speaking to me look around faces in class, smiled as he shook himself. "Oh! Call me—Bege!" seriousness on faces of fourteen students hit harder on me. Within six hours, four teachers had completed their teaching for the day. Mr Lawal drove in, making everything relevant I am doing to be postponed. "Paul come in faster!" all my quiet classmates stood up, waved to see me in such glamorous car they may not have seen in their life.

Cruising home too interesting especially when in Mr Collins car, been controlled by Mr Lawal. Secondary section having organized students taking things calmly. "Hectic day?" "yes Mr Lawal." "Primary class over. See yourself different, step in to overcome challenges!" "no matter how rough it is I must fulfilled all aspirations." We sighted Georgina waiting to open the large gate eagerly. Horning from the car makes her ran pushing entrance gate open. I stepped out, yawned, showing signs of tiredness. "Paul before resting, sweep all part of main parlour. David is sluggish doing it." "Your wish must be done, ma'am!" "Allowed him to rest Hillary. Stop this cruel proud manners. Paul is my lovely child!" boss mentioned something I considered perfectly right to hear within two years of meritorious services. He loved to feel words I utter, I know since he's aging, and unable to have his child of his own from Hillary, he is desperate having me as his own. "Paul is employed as an housekeeper, his duties still stands, if he fails to act, I must send him back to that dirty place he originally came from!" "Hillary stop those stupid words you prefer saying!" Mr Lawal, Georgina, looking focused at me, making me to be an abandoned child seeking refuge in an unpredictable home. "Boss, another service?" Mr Lawal asked. "Go home meet your family!" how happy Mr Lawal was, he dashed to avert any call from boss or Hillary. I took two brooms, sweeping despite being tired. Hillary pranced, directing every move I made. Boss flushed in, grabbed the brooms off my hands, threw it far. Hillary Hissed, calling David to continue from where I stopped. Quarrel about happening; boss a gentle man handled the matter as head of his family. "Paul I didn't forget. We shall discuss in privacy!" that day, boss still made mention of discussing with me. Futile statement to David as he wait anxiously for that day boss would tell all what he has in his mind. Pediment on entrance door signals someone had been making way for smooth entry. David excused himself, went directly to lead the person coming in. "Father Arinze boss!" Mr Collins left all he had been doing in his room, rushed forward to welcome the priest I never knew. Father Arinze blessed the parlour he was, instruct me to come have handshake with him. "Remove that amulet. Burn it now!" I obeyed Father Arinze, went outside, set the amulet I have burning. I brushed dirt off me, walked straight in. "Collins is this the one you talked about?" "Father Arinze, he's exactly the one!" "Paul, want this?" boss would venture his anger on me if I refused collecting Father Arinze's precious gift. "Too precious Father Arinze!" stunned by cross rosary Father Arinze brought, he didn't asked if it conforms with my doctrines. Boss first to bring out comments concerning rosary Father Arinze gave me. Discussions with boss and Father Arinze smooth to the core. Father Arinze bilingual words with boss cut me short in understanding further discussions with boss. "Paul I shall leave now. Later, I would show you where I live." Father Arinze white gown he wore made him nifty walking. "Paul that's the priest praying for my family all this while. Use that rosary all time. It's helpful." I rubbed the rosary gently as I went into my room. Daily schooling helped reshaped attitude I was known for in college. Bege and I famous as bosom fiends. Teachers even called us brothers, things I dire need he gives me, making me to do same to him also. Boss knew Bege as best friend of mine, he even visit Bege weekly. Mr Adine displaying his prowess as a teacher while I was in class, Mrs Fabian waited till he finished, inquired to know how I am since she saw me years ago. I told her three years of secondary not too palatable without her. Mrs Fabian announced she had stopped working, about travelling abroad to study. Mrs Fabian made it clear her prayers were answered. God sent someone helpful to sponsor her and her children to any school in the world. I yelled making students to think I am crazy while snuggling with her.

Due to stress in secondary school. I saw Jonathan, Michael, Sandra, Bravo for long. Father Arinze rosary part of me. Mr Thomas jocular made him to be loved in and out of college. Lots of privilege boss approved, allowed monthly salary I receive doubled. Cleaning, sweeping, a gradual past. Hillary had no choice but to remain calmly, she knew I am progressing, she began reasoning I could be great someday, somehow, sometime. As years I spent in secondary increase, popularity I had in college brought awards to me. Final year of schooling, I was appointed as an Head boy. I treated students with clemency. History had it no Head boy is soft as I. Conciliating among junior students I did with impartiality. Mr Thomas hand full support to me, sometimes, I receive daily allowance. Within months of final year in college, I finished the mandatory years required for a student. I came out with flying colours in my O' Level exams. Boss so proud of me. Among my fellow housekeepers jealousy grew higher than ever before. Boss bought ten suits for me. I now wore suits exactly like the one boss loved wearing. Boss begged that I should be controlling his consortia in which I humbly disagreed. He made it clear he had taking me to be his son long ago. Boss expect surprises from me. I didn't show smiles, delight, and full happiness. Boss asked intentions I have ahead. I told him I want to be a trained seaman with the Nigerian Navy. Boss turned mad and promised to curse me with forefathers if I don't drop plans of becoming a seaman. I persuade him hour by hour to accept what I want to be. His anger turning to violent as he broke anything facing him. Hillary called me an ingrate who had forgot past harsh living. I was never deterred, hence, I began warming up for whatever happenings that might occurred. Boss complained to Father Arinze on phone about me refusing to heed to his advice. I could hear clearly Father Arinze promising to come, see me personally. Boss silently ordered David to call me. I could feel boss pain digging deep in him. "Paul you have created a rough future of uncertainty for yourself. Seamen die cheaply, making them not recognised in Navy. Change your decision Paul. I would make you Chairman of all the consortia I have within two months from now!" "sir, boss, I can't please. I thank all your kind gesture towards me, I fully appreciate." Angry boss ran into his room grumbling. Dumbfounded to see his personal dark shotgun clenched in his hands. He pull the trigger at me, luckily, the dark shotgun was empty of bullets. Boss again tried many times but he failed to deliver. On the process he knelt begging for change of decision. I bluntly refused him nor to look at him. Father Arinze was in unnoticed to me. "Paul I came for you. You know why?" "I guess it's about future decision I made." "Have you changed it?" "not at all!" boss in huff, held his failed shotgun, walked out of our discussion. "Is he about to shoot you?" Father Arinze asked audibly. "Boss had, he failed!" "give me your credentials. In a week from now expect any call from me." I packed all what I can accompanying Father Arinze to his white limousine. He left baffled without speaking to boss. Three weeks later I got a call from boss phone. Father Arinze alert I should get ready. That day he drove in, coming down from his limousine. He explained to boss I am following him to Naval basic training school. Politely I thanked boss, kissed him as I carried everything I can. David, Georgina, Hillary waved as Father Arinze limousine swift out of the compound. "Courses, to be a seaman. Your name on list of intending seamen. I believe you shall come out successful." "Father Arinze it is decision mom want for me. I shall not let her down" on reaching our destination I pant for fear of new environment. A security on navy uniform blew his whistle allowing his partner to open the well-secured gate. "Father Arinze is this your boy?" "he may!" "welcome boy to Nigeria Naval basic training school!" "thanks!"
CHAPTER NINE

**THE MISSION** Father Arinze promised to check how I am doing every two months. "Paul I support discipline. So, I need your cooperation so that you won't be disciplined. Goodbye!" I could see navy uniformed security men opening gate for Father Arinze for smooth departure. Training exercise spotted on a vast field. Flapping among trainees brace every courage I have. "Make yourself ready in case you're called upon!" I almost got melted when a man walked pass where I was standing to look interesting trainings going on in the peak of the cool night. A vehicle on routine checks stopped on getting to where I was. "I guess it's your new day!" voice of the modest man sounding like the fall of a gravel. "I need help sir to know where I would be staying!" "come in quickly. It's an offence to stand there!" clearly I could see more tedious training while inside the moving vehicle. "Wait here I want to inform the leader in-charge." Serious night giving birth to songs all around free corners. Crispy couch I sat makes a full assurance of my coming to the right place. Young men crouching as a way of testing their various fitness. Standing up may be an offence when the deal is going on; I was cautious not to put myself in trouble. Little rain began dropping, songs propagating as jogging was going on beside me. Whistle blown made trainings to end for the time been and every smart looked, agility, brave men converged to another spot. Desperation of becoming a seaman is all I have within my lonely mind. Lustre lights shines on any object resting on edges. Wait was long, interesting, mind-fixed until the man I waited for surfaced. "Follow this direction, leader in-charge want to see you!" tiled floor came as challenge as I almost slipped numerously. Nugget frame having faces of patriotic navies held me on till I got to dead end. "Come in!" offices locked, there is no place that voice sprung from except small speakers hanging side of walls. "No way in!" "walk twelve steps backward, turn left, walk in straight!" spirit cannot be speaking boldly. Human speaks exactly more of that way that voice sounds. Panicking something of a past. Fear shouldn't be mentioned because it is against the ethics of the navy. Following instruction given to me, I succeeded in getting in touch with the leader in charge waiting anxiously to have a glance of me. "Sit down on seventh settee backing you!" I wondered if something is wrong with other settees he never made mention of. How flat it is when I took control of it. "You applied for seamanship. Seafaring is decision no one can easily make. Nigeria navy is disciplined and known for disciplinary actions against oil theft, piracy and illegal oil bunkering. Pipe-line vandalism is also another crime. Have you decide your mind?" "Years ago, I have decide to be acknowledged as a seaman!" "what type of seaman do you wished for?" "a seaman that can work tirelessly without supervision from superior!" "how can you describe oil theft?" it was more of an interview as I battled to defend any decision I made. "Oil theft crime of the millennium!" "how about piracy?" "crime of the millennium!" "that's what we're against. This is an academy once the bugler blew the bugle jump up from whatever bed you are." "Is there room assigned for me?" "of course, whether you came a long way or not there must be room for you!" moments of conversation looking as if I am already enlisted. "Landlubber! The sea must bring full courage to you!" I cracked my brain, wondering what he meant by landlubber. "Paul Collins, I'm known with that name!" "your name is on this file. If your name is not here, I wouldn't have asked for you!" right there, main aim I launched into increased. "This is your number memorize it timely!" he hit his desk signalling someone to come.

A well-built man already standing at my back. He patted me so that I should be aware of him. "Show him his room." "Yes sir!" entrance by entrance we passed. Climbing a stairs I conclude is easy proved more of a serious task. I could hear students conversation well detailed in an open room. "Sneaking out in midnight means more problem for any student that try it. Discipline is still what we stand for." How tall the building was, desperate student can still make a move jumping down. "Someone mental can do this!" "even students normal had attempted jumping down before we prevented them from doing it. Trust yourself, don't trust others!" praises, worships going on in a secret room to prevent disturbing from troublesome students. "Exact place! am sure tomorrow, you're going to thank me!" as planned I push one foot in feeling how the rug-floor was. "Amazing! This room for me?" "keep it clean, I must come every morning for inspections!" "when actually would you come?" "I shouldn't tell you, until you see me!" everywhere inside looked well arranged. Already positioned pillow warmed my head when I was on bed for nap. Violent knock woke me as I could hear sound of the bugle. Confusion hammered all unexpected thinking in me; I thought of hiding since I was in dire need of another sleep. If I am caught that may be serious mistake I have done. I refused to try putting myself in trouble. "Am coming!" hurriedly I bounced out pretending I am eager coming out. "Problem for you! The trainer instruct me to call you. Don't you hear the sound of bugle?" "in night, I can't hear very well!" "and you didn't complained?" "I can't for reason of fear!" lying I hate so much; one option I have is to lie in which I have planned to do when I am about facing discipline. Academy students all folding their hands when I got to where I was needed. "Bugler do it again!" eagerly the bugler performed wonderfully as everyone stand without blinking their eyes. I was lucky not to be deaf due to the high sound of the bugle. "Now you hear it clearly?" "I do sir!" students numbering in hundred burst into laugh. The trainer also joined making me to be free from punishment about happening. "This are all the new students in this academy. Paul Collins you came at last hour. From now I've appointed you coordinator-five. Your mission now is to check every nooks and cranny for students hiding just to sneak out of the academy. Another thing again, monitor how students are responding to training. Can I trust you?" "Yes sir! I must be loyal to the authorities in this academy!" "nice! Start your duty once the bugler signals!" the slim soldier-like bugler blew the bugle. Jogging began as I followed students at their back. Response appreciating in two hours of training. There was passion in training around the academy. "Paul Collins this is your whistle blow it now!" I did as instructed. Already tired students stopped gradually. "Check if medical help is needed for anyone!" panting were high, even me I panted as it is first time I did training of two hours. "They need help I need help!" medics were informed in which they responded promptly. "Glucose should be okay for them! There is no cause for alarm!" a concerned medic said. "Exchange pleasantries among yourself. We encourage that as good way of knowing yourself better in case of danger. Paul Collins lead by introducing yourself and what you hoped to be with the Nigeria navy." Most trainees had heard my name when I was called by our trainer. Stupid if I refuse to follow our trainer instruction. I started from beginning till I was exhausted. Surprisingly our trainer hand me a microphone which assisted my crack voice. Rowdy applause given to no one but me. I with ten others are in same line of becoming a seaman. "Only ten of them for seamanship! Brave students or do I call you men?" I quickly responded by speaking on behalf of others. "Brave students!" I laid. Our trainer checked his slim wristwatch.

He directed us to go back to our various rooms. On reaching the room I leer at the ajar door. "Someone has enter! Someone has enter!" I made known. Scare not normal thing for me doing at this time of the hour. "Forget to lock your door?" "on an hurry!" "that's why I close it half way." "Forgive me for ignorantly forgetting to do the usual!" "that's okay, I agree it's your first night at this academy. So, how is the training?" "training was sweet. I was appointed this night unexpectedly as coordinator-five." "Just within hours?" "it's still a surprise to me." "Commodore Charles should be glad that at last there is now a new coordinator-five. He has been expressing his frustrations. Commodore Charles want success for this academy!" "is he in-charge here?" I asked. "No. He rarely come except when on a surprise visit. The trainer must had found favour in you. Right?" "Umm.. incidentally he prefer me!" academy inspector looked sourly wondering how lucky I was. "Coordinator-five this night is yours. Enjoy it as you like!" "no strength in celebrating the night. That bugler is still not weary!" "O, is true! He takes students by surprise anytime!" "inspector I should be on bed by now!" "coordinator-five is your parents coming anytime to check you?" "Father Arinze would come I can rely on him!" "nice. So your biological father is a priest?" "not really. He doesn't even know how to preside over a church." "Then how is Father Arinze related to you?" "personal friend of boss I worked for." "Has your boss ended the contract both of you have?" "boss never made mention of that!" "then how where you allowed to join the academy?" "Father Arinze applied for me to join the academy. Sadly, my boss never want me to join the navy." "Maybe that boss of yours hadn't sail in his life." "Why did you say so, inspector?" "sailing on sea is most enjoyable part of life. At least for many years it would remain sweet thing to remember for whoever did that. Coordinator-five that your boss is missing!" "inspector, is it wrong to join your country's navy?" "if is wrong you won't dare come here!" "I made the nice choice. I won't regret it no matter what." I paused as I think again if I were right with this persisting choice I made. Boss would deny me if I come back begging I have no interest with the navy. "Coordinator-five seaman is best for you! I can see how courageous you are!" "does it show on me?" "somehow! Commodore Charles also have this eyeballs and courage you possessed." "Inspector how can I be compared with commodore? Imagine a superior to a subordinate?" "coordinator-five all I am trying to say is that your both eyeballs, courage matched with Commodore Charles own." Academy inspector seems to be tired. I watched to see if his eyes were dazing since he is comparing a superior with a subordinate. "Inspector well I agree we may have same eyeballs but I don't know him anywhere." Deep sigh of relief from academy inspector made me blew out massive air. Asperity of academy inspector coming down to diminish end. "I heard noises wait here let me check from angles!" academy inspector is a garrulous person. Noises he heard led him to end his discussions with me. "Paul Collins it is me. That man won't allowed you." "In fact that's nice thing you did." "Paul Collins please let's work together. Ten of us working towards being a seaman should be active in any role." "Our trainer is clever, maybe he want to monitor if I possesses smartness. Lovely! They called you?" "Japtan!" "mostly evenings should be used for each of us personal training. The academy should not be fully rely upon for hidden skills." "Paul Collins would it not come as a stress every evening for our own personal training?" "Japtan, we're here for achievement! Is either you join us or step aside. Nine of us would train ourselves on special skills." "Paul Collins count me among." "Japtan it won't be strenuous learning special skills coupled with training." "As our coordinator, I mustn't relent in supporting you even if I'm not capable somehow."

Clear sky budding make way for preparation for class. "Paul Collins get prepared for class." "What kind of class?" "seamanship class!" "weird! Training is enough, I don't think going to class can be of an immense benefit!" "courses in class shall determined whether we would eventually be enlisted into the navy." "Training isn't mandatory?" "Paul Collins it's all about physical and fitness." I rushed making ready all I have. I took two notes for the class I have no glimpse of. "Coordinator-five!" our trainer called me loudly. "Enter into the third hall, the instructors should be waiting. Identify yourself as new coordinator-five." "Yes sir!" easily recognizable hall had almost hundreds students receiving lectures from two instructors. "Do we have someone new in our class?" "Paul Collins raise your hand up!" Japtan instructed. "Commander Davies said there is now a new coordinator-five for the academy!" instructor on left side adjusted his specs after waiting to see the new coordinator-five. "Is he here?" "he is here!" Japtan shouted. Students were much, timidity challenging my status. Two instructors waited till I present myself to both old, new academy students wishing to become enlisted with the navy. "Coordinator-five what is your aim in this academy?" for twenty seconds I was speechless until I regained full confidence I have. "Checking for students hiding out of the academy. Monitor how students are responding to training. To work towards becoming a skilful seaman!" praises were so loud as students gave me a standing ovation. "Mr Denver what can you say?" "remarkable!" "coordinator-five I would be sad if I go out here without knowing your name." "Paul Collins!" "Great!" another round of ditto applause students present assured me I was on right track. "Can we both continue?" "of course sir!" front seat left for special student became where I was led to sit. Mr Denver affable when approached about naval problems. 4:00 on the dot Mr Denver and Mr Donovan the two white instructors the academy had ended, promised coming back for another topic four days time. "Japtan where are others?" "Paul Collins wait here, I must inform them our personal trainings is about commencing." Officers in whites spotted heading out of the academy for inspections. "Paul Collins they had been waiting over there!" "apologize on my behalf?" "I did that!" unbelievable seeing eight students showing dexterity towards training. "Coordinator-five is here!" Japtan created situation of recognition when I inspect each skills eight students training towards being a seaman forced out. Stopping for ten minutes because we are ten in number brought courage among the timid ones. "Form two rows, I and Japtan would lead." Eight agile students forming two rows stand gallantly. "Crawl in swimming way!" passionately they showed urge of swimming while crawling. "Watch how I will backstroke!" Japtan silent, wondering how I would backstroke without being in water. "Coordinator-five you can, continue, continue, you're an inspiration to us!" words of encouragements coming over me. "Is a bit stressful. Do it now!" Japtan led eight of them backstroking sluggishly. Smooth floor passed air to dry massively sweats on my body as I sat panting. Watching the fading sky about turning dark I hesitated doing. "Stop! Come over here!" frowns towards Japtan in particular became a course of concern. "We're here for the fullest, smile!" Japtan smiles allowed others to forget how harsh crawling and backstroking can be. "Coordinator-five is there a word for us before we end today's training?" "look up is already night! Trust the bugler, he must performed as expected. Day two would come with another skills. There must be a song for ending our training. Japtan, kindly sing song relating to the navy for us!" Japtan mouth dancing, his focus is how to come up with sweet-melody song. "This song I'm about to sing is not related to the navy!" "Japtan no! Think something related!" sweet melody song led to marching. Tough day ended in smooth style.

Our academy trainers had regularly continue giving trainings to students working towards achieving their various goals in the academy. Mr Denver introduced new topic after failing to come according to his promise with Mr Donovan. "Most of you seems to be a landlubber. Coordinator-five would you prefer going to sea?" "right now!" amidst bursting laughs from fellow academy mates. "Vessel that would performed the operation is not available now. Commodore Charles had called for new coordinator-five to see how sea life is." "Is it mandatory?" "once a new coordinator-five is appointed, within weeks, there must be vessel that would sail him around on sea." "Mr Denver, can female be appointed as coordinator-five?" "for once, it hadn't happened. Coordinator-five only for students aspiring to be seaman." "Others should sail before me!" "Commodore Charles likes due process, you first, nine others would go later!" Commander Davies walked into the hall, his craggy face, bald head more scary to see. His ever loyal frowned garrulous inspector followed him wherever he goes. An information had reached him that some students never bath before coming to hall. Lectures were prevented from continuing as hall was calmed. Commander Davies sniffed our bodies not minding how many we were. "Coordinator-five come along, tell me who hadn't bathe!" someone in hall might begin to think Commander Davies had been offended before coming to hunt for student that had not fail to comply with academy rules. "Mr Denver are you perceiving any offensive smell?" "not at all Commander Davies, here seems too nice for that." "Let's go, times without number, I had warned you against telling lies inspector! Walk out here before I lose my temper on you!" academy students clapped noisily, this is the minute they long for, now it went their way. "Mr Denver shook his head, scratched his curled head, rubbed his shaky hand on it. "What on earth can we say just happened?" "I sir!" Japtan signalled. "A running nose! It need some quick adjustment!" wondering students laughed passionately. "Retiring in highest rank is pleasurable but it bring someone back to memory of meritorious services." Mr Denver continued to avert us from creating an atmosphere of noises. We went for break after twenty five minutes of lectures from Mr Denver. "Paul Collins, please explain what happened in hall!" "Japtan where you not there?" I could feel the impulse radiating on Japtan's coarse face. "Our evening trainings is all I think about while receiving lectures. Paul Collins to say the fact; that backstroking is too hard!" "to be a seaman with the Nigeria Navy isn't a day job! Japtan all would be an history one day!" "Paul Collins; eight of them are marching!" the bugler had blew the bugle; attentions where not there, if not I could have understand something is about happening. "Let's rush faster, we can still join them!" "Paul Collins. Mr Donovan would come with his lectures soonest. We can't figure out what he might likes to make us aware of." "Coordinator-five, join, join! Commodore Charles can send his spies to monitor if you and nine others are training." Seamen song on ship dig deeper in our ears, our trainer had formed a song for only ten of us. Marching second by second as if we were already enlisted prove to be worrisome. "Stop, march backward, make it easy!" Japtan was sweating in a pitiful way; he dare not breath out loudly for fear of rejection on training ground. "Who is fit backstroking?" our never tired, happily, jovial trainer asked eagerly. "We are all fit for that!" our trainer looked dull; something is doubting his mind whether we can deliver. At once we started, backstroking in pool of water set for our trainings. "Yes! yes!" surprised trainer wondering where our skills comes from. I never told him how we have been training every evening. "You can go back to class!" ten of us walked to class expectantly. Mr Donovan had shown his topic for full viewing, for understandings.

**CRUDE** **OIL THEFT** **—** **A WORST CRIME**

Mr Donovan topic is a sensitization policy, letting everyone in the world to understand how Oil Theft can be worst thing to do on earth. "Ten in, sit down!" Mr Donovan wanting to ask his question from me, he look focused. "Em... Can there be an answer to my question?" I licked my lips in readiness for Mr Donovan's question he about to asked. "What is Oil Theft? How does it happened? Who suffers it? what is the solution?" Mr Donovan four questions left the whole hall in deep silence. We all think before we answered. I boldly pull up, raising my hand up for a complete showdown with Mr Donovan's enormous questions. "Coordinator-five I know you have an answer to my question. Let me hear how convincing your answers can be!" I held my rosary, kissed it as it would bring full confidence to me. "Oil theft is about stealing oil when it is known or unknown that it is wrong taking what does not belong to you. Oil theft happen when the authorities least expect it from happening. People that suffers it are those who need urgent attention, thereby, waiting for the government to intervene so that their needs would be met. When the oil is stolen how can the government meet the dire needs of those awaiting? It is somehow impossible. People dealing with this acts of crude oil theft should desist from it so that there can be a better future for the less privileged people in Africa and in the world. The solution for crude oil theft is nothing but sensitizing the whole nations about the dangers of crude oil theft, how it has led many hopeless when the future suppose to be bright for every citizens as it is mandatory." Anyone coming in first would think the hall we were in is a grave. Complete silence spread across every angle in the hall. Mr Donovan refused saying whether I am right or wrong rather he choose to cover his face with his palms. Students receiving lectures wait to hear Mr Donovan's response. I know within me I was right but still yet; I need a full confirmation from Mr Donovan. "You are one hundred percent right! Your answers really let me speechless for long, brilliant boy you are!" the whole hall became a shouting ground, students all in number kept hailing me, they called my name, my code name I bear in the academy. Now I am confident that I made the right choice about my career boss never want me to choose. "Silent please, I am still lecturing!" calmness spread in hall after Mr Donovan ordered. "Crude oil theft is crime of the year, crime of decades, crime of centuries, crime of the whole millenniums! Many generations suffered immediately a pipe-line is burst for easy stealing of oil. We can't continue to watch how it has happened; all we are saying is that this nefarious acts should be immediately stopped to avert problems ahead!" huge calmness filled everyone's mind. I want more enlightenment from Mr Donovan. I enjoyed his topic in which I never pray it should end. "But sir, how do I pass this information about something I had long think is right doing?" Japtan asked with curiousness. "Never too late, tell people doing it that they are hurting the innocents!" Japtan held himself, screaming as if he had once stolen something that does not belong to him. "Japtan I understand what is on your mind—it is absolutely wrong!" students seems to exhibit sober moods as Mr Donovan made it loud that, crude oil theft is a serious crime. "I have one question to ask sir, can there be world free of crude oil theft?" "absolutely yes!" whoever thinks he can defeat Mr Donovan with tough questions should be fully prepared, as the lectures progresses there seems to be no one bold enough to defeat Mr Donovan in any way. Jotting sheets were full of words anyone in hall had heard or never heard of while living. "I believe no questions. I should be heading for another topic!" Mr Donovan wrote it on board.

SEA PIRACY—AN INCREDIBLE CRIME

"Can anyone tell me what is all about sea piracy?" again, I consider an answer to Mr Donovan's question not minding how jealous students in hall can be. Focused eyes flashed on me; students knew I have something to say, so, they watched me while murmuring to one another. As Mr Donovan wait for an answer, he make a thud on the floor; his display is as a result of a quick answers not coming. Mr Donovan pushed the bottled water kept for him, tweaked the cap, forced water into his dried throat. He shook his head, drained all water out into his flapped throat. "No answers for sea piracy..?" I pretend that question was too much answering; students waiting to see how I would act since they believe I have knowledge for all. "Those aspiring to become seaman should know this is a question they should have an answer for!" Impassively I stood up. "Coordinator-five again? Is he only student here? where are others? If they are here are they dunce?" Mr Donovan anger can be seen with the way he angrily asked questions directed for slow thinking students in hall. "Sea piracy I would say it is new to me. Well: to me it explains how desperate brigands and felons operates on seas for selfish motives." "Did you all hear him?" all students forced their heads down, my answer brought big shame to them. "Paul Collins, the academy coordinator-five would one day be enlisted as a navy seaman; but for others looking dolorously, I can't speak for them." Last college I was recognitions went to me unexpectedly. In Nigeria navy academy not up to three weeks, students had begin to know how technical, brilliant, sharp I was. "As coordinator-five had given his answer, have any of you asked yourself how can sea piracy come to a halt?" delaying chances is an hindrance to any progress. "I will try, sir!" I made clear. "May God bless the womb of the woman that gave birth to you! How I wish I am your father!" Mr Donovan words led me stammering as I battled for clear answers. Mother is dead, it is past memory for me; I wouldn't like anyone mentioning anything relating to my mother; Mr Donovan taking me back. "Paul Collins, coordinator-five, something is bothering you. Be courageous and show who you are among this slow thinking students!" abusing my fellow students right in my presence was a big spat on my face. I reluctantly refused saying any word. Mr Donovan taking by surprise, looked around if someone is in, threatening me not answering. "Coordinator-five it happens that way for boosting the morale of slow thinkers, cowards and dunce." "An idea sir!" Japtan raise signal letting students to think another genius is among them. "Sea piracy can end when all seas are dried!" provoking laughs students forced out turned an interesting hall to looked like a market place. "Possible Japtan?" Mr Donovan set another stage for full laughs; he joined to laugh also. "This chap is fit for comedy shows. Oh, on sea he can be needed too. Japtan I don't think seas can dry!" never ashamed Japtan crossed over his legs while confidently sitting down. "Someone here should try please!" low conversations streaming out from far end of hall we were. "Coordinator-five stand up, you have something to say, say it now!" "Um, sea piracy is not created to exist; therefore, it must end. Sensitization policies is needed. Youths engaging themselves with hijacking of large vessels, stealing passengers monies, jewelleries, should know that it is an illicit thing doing when God himself does not place them on that line. When sensitization policies goes on sea I think sea piracy would end!" "brilliantly! An applause please! His speeches is enough to end all illicit activities on sea. We shall end this lectures till other time!" students going to their various rooms as tiredness shows on them. I got to my room, opened the door, entering immediately.

"Who is there?" I screamed forcing my breathe balanced due to surprised knock waking me up. "Information had passed round that you would joined them going to sea. Coordinator-five that is awesome!" "what sorts of lies, are you trying to tell me you heard that students had been saying?" "It is true, believe it!" taking us coldly was the sound of bugle making way for every students to converged since an announcement is to be passed for everyone to hear clearly. "Japtan can it be true?" already, I was smiling within; something I was giving out is nothing but a little fear. How would sea life look like, what type of environment it would posed to be? Can it sink our vessel that would carry us? I wrestled for an answer deep down me. On reaching our training ground. Announcement is already going on undisturbed from Commander Davies the leader in-charge. Hubbub whistling was completely taking over his prolix speeches after long minutes of words. Academy students paying salutes to my name in numbers. "Can he come out and show us how he is determined to show he would no longer be a landlubber anymore!" the steel too high stepping on; two guards pulled me up as I courageously faced students wishing me safe on sea. "All signals is set, coordinator-five this way!" a light blue wagon awaits me not far from our training ground. Commander Davies with his two guards directed me in; movement was on course for catching up with the vessel about taking us to sea. Soft gentle breeze cooling me in a VIP car. "This is Nigeria naval dockyard!" I could feel the sea zephyr welcoming us to where I never think of. "Hurry up!" ladder of vessel I hurdled into is easy stepping on for any inexperienced comers. Grips within me forming bigger when our vessel floats on heaping waters. "Coordinator-five I am proudly confirming your presence with us at the sea!" "O—I won't stop leering at panoramic colossal wave," I gave back to a swaying steps stevedore checking round the wagging vessel. Left side on the vessel I stand really showing me all I never thought seeing. Rough and unclear voice of disturbing waves hammered out courage developing in me. Pellucid blue colour waves taking refuge under the Nigeria Navy vessel. Briskly: Nigeria flag dangling on a mast make our sailing enjoyable. The flag facing me rectilinear; I thought of hugging it as a way of salutation to my country—Nigeria. "Coordinator-five how long can you be standing to watch spreading waves, also the flag?" many thoughts dwelling in me all coming in one accord for me swimming. "Hello.. Paul Collins, can you hear me?" Commander Davies forcing me to respond agog. "Oh: sea life is interesting, billows is also scary!" "now you see what a seaman is prone to." "Free asking question?" "of course that is why you came here. Don't hesitate asking as many. Endeavour for more!" "is this vessel capable sailing far?" "Nigeria Navy vessel is regularly checked before sailing. Forget about the violent billows. This vessel can't sink except when it is steered to sink." "Sea is so strange! Smooth movement afar no hold-up on water." "Enter Paul Collins. The crews had served your food. Eat, then you can come back watching!" "sir, not now! This billows is scaring me!" "Coordinator-five obey as instructed. Go, eat your food!" "yes sir, your wish I must follow!" I saluted Commander Davies as a subordinate officer salutes a top superior officer. Vessel cabin presents various pulchritude enough to catch anyone's attentions. "Over here, it's on table." I considered finishing in time so as to go back watching violent salient billows displaying its roles on screaming sea. "Coordinator-five!" "at your presence!" the slender female crew knew someone new had been on board. "So it is your choice to work with Nigeria Navy as seaman?" "yes. After finishing my courses in the academy; I would be enlisted as a naval seaman." "Go round watch for yourself rooms this vessel have. Carefully touched anything you might wished touching. Coordinator-five be careful." "Melodies from where?—very good!"

Calmed state came upon me seeing bandsmen bringing out melodies from triangular jazz. "Dance to our music!" with arms akimbo I dance, encouraging photographers snapping me. "Campaigning against crude oil thefts would you penned a music for us?" "Oh, yeah! How can we make use of the music against crude oil thefts?" "once is composed it would be launched on sea. We must continue singing sensitization music while the vessel is on sea!" "nice idea!" "Paul Collins, after your courses I know you must join us. We are the Nigeria navy bandsmen!" how he came about my name forced me stunned. The ambience room were having patriotic bandsmen wearing naval uniform; on their heads were a cap coloured—green, white, green. Composing music when rushed can lead to mistakes, I never let the meritorious naval bandsmen down. "Yes, for over seven years we have been trying to composed such music. Paul Collins have our warm handshakes. How talented you are; the Nigeria navy would be proud having someone like you!" "he is prodigious." One of the aghast bandsmen said. "Coordinator-five join me now!" Commander Davies want me urgently outside; he disconnect another music I have within to composed. "Yes sir, I have report myself, is there any wrong I have done?" "Coordinator-five that is not your line. Have you asked yourself what your real mission is, here?" "hmm.. no sir!" "Okay. Would you swim?" "swim in this killer waves?" "Coordinator-five you are up to the task." Rough, unclear voices the unpredictable waves blew out panicked me as I drew closer to Commander Davies. "Where is he?" "who sir?" "naval stevedore!" "Commander I am at your service!" "give him a lifejacket!" "consider it done sir." I could feel how drier my tongue is. "What of if I drowned?" "it would come as an honour that the academy lose someone prepared to die for his country!" that word—Death, I wouldn't want now that I have not achieved anything in life. Commander Davies didn't even smiled when telling me his mind. "Here sir!" while he pant, the stevedore showed me how lifejacket is worn to prevented drowning. "Long rope!" Commander Davies signalling for a rope. Too dangerous diving in waves ready to sink any vessel. Not long lifejacket was on me I abseiled into the sea adamantly. The unpredictable waves pulling me away, I breath loudly. Rope threw down for me helped immensely. Somehow, I could see myself being pulled up from the desperate sea. "Is inside there, interesting?" "I couldn't see how it looked like. Pulling waves coupled with scary billows pinning me down." "Where you able to conquer that pressure on sea?" "I had to as I have come for sea testing." "Coordinator-five would it be proper for me telling you?" "what sir?" "students we had brought for sea testing had always make us stupid. None of them had performed better when it comes to sea testing. You did well in your sea testing!" "Happy for me to hear this, sir!" such sea testing that took almost three minutes gave me passed mark. "Other nine would also make used of lifejacket in sea." I stared at the rough sea; silently I held my rosary praying for other nine aspiring students working towards becoming a seaman to prevailed in sea training I underwent. "Exams for all the courses you had been going through would commenced soonest. If you prevailed in all that would make way for your passing out and direct enlistment into the Nigeria navy." All focus I had for the sea, is about scary billows, to right side is waves smashing against coastal cliffs, and these collisions loosen, ripping away slabs of rock. "I have a call to make, excuse me!" so many vessels sailing faster as if sea competitions is going on. "Paul Collins someone identifying himself as a priest called. He said audibly his name is Father Arinze. Is he your father or guardian?" "Father Arinze! He promised visiting me." "Who really is he?" "my guardian." "But how did he got my number..?" "he might got it from one of the securities at main gate he knew well."

"Is better for us to go back to the academy. Father Arinze must had waited for you anxiously." "Sea life is sweet, how I wish I come here again next time." "You shall after the academy, don't worry." The vessel making a U-turn direct to the Nigeria naval dockyard. "Goodbye scary billows! I shall come again campaigning against crude oil thefts, sea piracy lurking around on seas!" "that's your mission, next time here, coordinator-five." Commander Davies hurtled in, I also followed him straight to where he heads to. Commander Davies in an indecision state blew out air from his mouth. In silent concealed room we were I can see how prayerful Commander Davies was. He was praying for his families, his students in the academy, an end to crude oil thefts, piracy on African waters and international waters, and for me as well. Concealed room in cabin we were is well furnished beyond expectations. Quick knock from a male crew ended Commander Davies prayers. "We have got back, coordinator-five!" Commander Davies wore his specs as he walked down with me to meet his loyal guards already waiting tirelessly for him. "Commander this way!" widely opened short doors were giving way for us in. Sitting at back of the wagon I smiled. VIP treatment was given to me laconically. "Coordinator-five can other nine students come out successfully in sea testing?" "they can since they have zeal for their various accomplishment." "Your guardian would had been angry." "No. Father Arinze doesn't bother when he ought to." "I will meet him to know him better." Loud horns from the wagon signalling Commander Davies, the leader in-charge of the naval academy is around. Commander Davies welcomed by the academy trainers. Two guards at back of Commander Davies split themselves; one escorting me to where Commander Davies is heading to. "Commander someone is raising signal!" I knew Father Arinze is the one trying to signalled he had waited long. "Where?" "from that direction!" Commander Davies turned to his left, walking hurriedly to meet Father Arinze. "Hello Father I'm pleased to meet you!" Father Arinze stunned seeing Commander Davies spreading his open hands for warmth embracement. "I'm also pleased to meet an officer of the Nigeria navy." Commander Davies hugging Father Arinze as if they had knew each other for so long. "He's my boy!" "Father, he told me you are his guardian." "Yes. I was the one who made his decision to be here. He insist with his boss he want joining the naval seaman. I brought him here." "Father thank God it wasn't late. This boy of yours have knowledge for sea testing. Could you imagine Father, he was brave during his sea testing!" "I knew he is brave from very day I set my eyes on him." "Paul Collins did your boss disapproved you here?" I have forget the past, but when Commander Davies asked me something relating to my past; I never delayed aright answering him. "Mr Collins disapproved my choice for my career. He promised me to change all decisions I have of becoming a seaman one day. He begged me to handled his consortia if I refused joining the navy." "Is never a crime for once to work with the Nigeria Navy. Paul Collins you also shared same story with our overall superior in the Nigeria navy—Commodore Charles!" "So the overall superior officer with Nigeria navy also had same story with my boy, Paul!" Father Arinze wondering how a superior officer story could relate to mine. "Can I speak with Paul alone?" "Father it's your wish speak alone with him!" Father Arinze spoke into my left ear after we have walked further. "Is he pretending he is nice?" "Yes Father, Commander Davies is just principled with his instructions." "Paul I'm happy hearing this, take this token it would take you till you finish your courses in the academy. I should be going now." Father Arinze went back to say goodbye to Commander Davies. I went straight catching up with Commander Davies. "Paul Collins, soonest nine others would go on sea testing. Go, have yourself in your room."
CHAPTER TEN

Commander Davies knew I was tired. Within a minute I was in my room. "Our gentle academy coordinator-five not right hour to continue sleeping!" bravely I jumped up thinking our trainer in academy had entered. "So it is you, Japtan?" "students told me last night they saw you closer to a priest. I doubted them until I came here to witness if really it was you; now I believe this is our academy coordinator-five." "How did you entered?" "your room door wasn't shut." "Tell me the truth: did you really enter while the door is open?" "coordinator-five believe me, I met it open." "Japtan did that nosy inspector came here?" "No. He is discussing with Commander Davies presently." Japtan waited in my room till I prepared for usual lectures. "Mr Donovan would want me in his lectures." "Since he knew you followed Commander Davies along." "I went for sea testing. I didn't just followed Commander Davies to sea!" "sea testing describe how it was." "Commander Davies would take you, other eight for sea testing be prepared for it. A lifejacket would be given to each of you since all of you are a landlubbers." "Have I told you I can swim perfectly in river? besides I don't need lifejacket." "Japtan that is river not sea. Have you seen billows before?" "those puppets they play around when not invited. They will never stop to crack jokes I hate them!" "I mean large sea waves!" "Ah, that can take away anyone's life. Were you able to withstand it?" whatever I present about large sea waves Japtan would doubt it, he believe it is impossible surviving billows. "It almost rushed me away, I held on more boldly. That is how I passed sea testing." "That is sheer wickedness! Am going back home. I don't want to become navy seaman anymore!" as decided Japtan threw his jotting sheets angrily, walked to begin packing his belongings. Academy trainers were training some students; from far they had seen Japtan throwing jotting sheets to the floor; familiar one among them inquired knowing what prompted Japtan behaving silly. "Coordinator-five come here!" I make fast rush to answer him. "Here sir!" "both of you follow me!" something within tells me we are heading for Commander Davies office. Japtan looking relaxed despite in serious situation that had called for attention. "Coordinator-five this is last time we would be seeing again." Sad state came upon me; I never want Japtan's decision approved in Commander Davies office. "You two sit here!" persuading Japtan changing his mind proved abortive as he defied becoming naval seaman one day. "Coordinator-five, enter he want to speak with you." "Who actually sir?" I hastily asked. "Commander Davies the one you know!" "okay leader in-charge of this academy." As I was entering Commander Davies office, I kept turning back to see if Japtan is signalling he had changed his determined mind. "Paul Collins sit down," Commander Davies instructed while calmed. "Quarrelling in Nigeria navy academy is totally unacceptable; as coordinator-five I expect full maturity from you." "But sir we were not quarrelling!" "then what was going on among both of you?" "I asked him if he had seen billows before, surprise it was when I realized Japtan had mistook puppets for billows." "Then what happened?" "Japtan finally knew it is large sea waves; he changed his mind continuing in the academy when he knew he would also go for sea— testing!" "what? Call him for me!" Japtan already pushing himself in when I stood up about calling for him. "Sit left Paul Collins; Japtan don't take it too far, you want becoming a seaman, yes or no?" "yes sir!" "compulsory for you going for sea testing. Billows would have vanished before you, eight others would go for sea testing." "Thank God billows would had vanished when I and eight others would be taking our turns!" at the end Japtan smiled out hopefully.

"No billows when it would be my turn, coordinator-five!" "Am happy you would continue what you start, Japtan." Two years in academy had brought many understandings among students. Evening personal trainings continue as we had vowed among ourselves we would continue no matter any situation. We were fortunate not been caught engaging in harsh trainings. Reports had sneaked into Commander Davies office that ten students aspiring to become a seaman had been training every evening without notion of academy trainers, naval authorities, inspectors, leader in-charge. Commander Davies refused accepting all information about I and other nine training. Japtan ignorantly trained far, unknowingly to him Commander Davies had sharply traced him that day making him been caught unaware. That memorable day usual academy bugler was informed to pass his information through blowing the bugle. Weary students wondered if all is well with the academy. "Ten students had decided for long that it is mandatory training every evening despite how experienced trainers had put in all their best to make sure every students become skilful in their various fields." Students doubting Commander Davies revelation he can't prove beyond. Deep inside me, something tells me that familiar nosy inspector had reached his spying information to Commander Davies. "Paul Collins that nosy inspector had done it again. He had been eavesdropping on whatever we discuss in trainings." "Japtan leave him, he is idle." "Students I don't want to mention names; for your safety do away with that so that your years here should not be a waste, ten of you!" after end of homily warning Commander Davies guards led him straight for his office. We scattered to our various rooms—like sheep without no actual shepherd. Three days after Commander Davies warning Japtan, together with eight others went for sea testing as they had been longing for it. Seventy days pass no trace of them coming back until the seventy-fifth day they appeared all looking happy. "Sea testing is fantastic, I saw how billows bowed for me before getting into the sea!" "billows bowed for coward like you?" I was still in surprise with Japtan's revelation. "Commander Davies had studied the sea than you think. I recall when I almost gave up he assured me billows would had vanished before I and eight others go for sea testing." Snorl best friend to Japtan confirmed it is true of how billows vanished despite how stormy weather was on sea. "Japtan billows vanished not bowing for you." "that's what I mean, Paul Collins!" "did you led your campaign?" "I don't know which campaign you mean. I only know nine of us just back led a campaign about ʻThe Dangers Of Crude Oil Thefts' on seas, we also led a campaign about ʻDangers Of Sea Piracy' on seas, Paul Collins I won't forget the last one." "Which one?" "No against poaching fishes in—seas!" "which seas exactly did that campaign took place?" "Atlantic oceans, Gulf of Guinea, Kenyan ocean, Indian ocean." "That far?" "Commander Davies want us to see major seas we may had heard of that was how we ended up sailing far. Only nine of us as students coalesce as we loudly beat drums thereby creating awareness of dangerous activities not welcoming on any seas." "Very good sensitization programmes. Did Commander Davies knew about it?" "he warn us to do that if we are enlisted as seamen. We proved deaf ears when we noticed he had slept on board." "Snorl did you do yours better?" I knew Snorl is a shy type that prompted me asking him what he never expect. "For Africans sake, I can do more!" Snorl is determined to lead massive campaigns on seas if given the full chance from the look on his face. "Japtan my campaign would mainly be on Gulf of Guinea, later anywhere I may be lucky going." "Our mission if enlisted may not include campaigning on seas. By ourselves we must do that even if we are not on same vessel." "Of course! It is all we got to do so as preventing seas from illicit activities coming up daily."

"Students marching, look at large banners they are holding." Graduating students on their final year were marching as each saluted academy trainers inspecting them. "When is our turn Japtan we must march round the academy." Naval convoys moving into the academy all having Nigeria flags revolving. Five guards jumped out from one of the convoys that stopped before other convoys also stopped. Japtan, Snorl and I watched speechlessly as an officer came out from a dark jeep waving graduating students marching passionately on a straight line. Some students jostling to have an handshake with the unknown officer. Guards pushing them away as they were almost hugging him. "This officer may be Commodore Charles, don't you think so—Japtan?" "Ha! If he is that Commodore they are always talking about then he is liberal." "Look students are hugging him!" "their numbers are increasing!" from far the white uniformed officer removed his specs distracting him from looking each elated students face to face. Commander Davies clearing way for the complete white uniformed officer to move undisturbed. Scenario of seven minutes turn more interesting with different ways, manners, desperations naval academy jazzmen start exhibiting; total silence reached within every corners of the Nigeria navy academy. Calmed complete white uniformed officer stand unshakable immediately the national anthem of Nigeria was sang. Right from where I stand; I could see how students were jubilant after the Nigeria national anthem ended with words I won't easily forget—ʻOne nation bound in freedom Peace and unity'. The Nigeria pledge started when Nigeria national anthem ended; tears falling down from my face, I love, cherishes, everything my eyes can see in my country, Nigeria. I remember how I make a clear decision of aspiring to become Nigeria navy seaman when my boss had been thinking that when I finish secondary schooling I would handle some part of his consortia. "I've concluded I must serve my country Nigeria till death!" "Paul Collins you seems to be carried away by the Nigeria national anthem!" "of course Snorl! I am shedding tears of likeness for my country—Nigeria." Commander Davies lead the way to show the unfamiliar complete white uniformed officer new site where arboretum exist in the academy. "He is perceiving each flowers with slow intense enthusiasm." "Yes Paul Collins, take a look at him; he must be a lover of precious flowers. He do not even want to move away from the site." "Japtan he had decide to bade the precious flowers, goodbye!" "Paul Collins why is he interested staring at you?" "who Japtan?" "the unfamiliar complete white uniformed officer!" I begun feeling uneasy when the complete white uniformed officer never wishes taking his eyes away from me. Commander Davies trying everything possible just to distract his superior away from me. "Paul Collins tell me the truth. Do you by chance know this heavily guarded man?" "Japtan you should be first person I would tell if I knew him!" "coordinator-five, it is against the academy lying. I would want an answer from you; do you again knew this man?" "I do not even know who he is, where he came from, if he is citizen of Nigeria." Commander Davies succeeded in distracting the complete white uniformed officer when he pointed to the azure sky. "He is looking curiously at revolving azure sky." "Coordinator-five blue sky, same colour with junior ranked navy." "I trust Commander Davies, he would not even try stopping the unfamiliar officer from more watch, all this are tactic he is using so that his heavily guarded superior would not continue staring at me." "Don't tell me you like the way he was staring at you." "I like his passionate feelings towards me; but I don't like his continuous looking." Commander Davies signalled academy bugler who responded by blowing the bugle with full interest to continue without obstruction from anyone whosoever. Commander Davies superior paying visit to the academy waved away.

"Paul Collins he had gone; how do you feel about that man?" "Snorl that white uniformed officer may had seen me somewhere judging by the way he kept staring eagerly at me with passion." Students in each corners of the academy were having discussions which I believe is all about visit of a superior officer higher than the position of the leader in-charge—Commander Davies. Exhausted jazzmen arose after resting for some time, began again performing their duty when someone of an importance finish visiting the academy. "Paul Collins let's conduct a full investigation to ascertain who than man is!" "yes I support you Snorl!" Japtan said with full gladness on his face. Three of us went straight to meet some students chatting with one another. We asked what we want and an answer came to us without any delay from either side. I now know it is Commodore Charles from Nigeria naval command. "Why didn't he meet you since you are coordinator-five of this academy?" a curious student asked. "I can't explain that; it should be prime responsibility of Commander Davies to do that." "Is there a problem between you and Commander Davies?" "Nigeria naval academy is the most disciplined academy on earth. I don't concur there can be problem in this academy. Commander Davies is modest in all his ways. He can't have issues with his students; therefore he had no problem with me, I have no problem with him, period!" "save another word from that your running mouth, you are determined knowing more from our academy coordinator-five. I would not allow that again!" angry Japtan responded. "Coordinator-five I salute you as someone recognised in this academy." The curious student about offending me finally gave out. "Coordinator-five someone is calling you. From this angle!" Commander Davies have asked for me with immediate effect. Academy inspector hasty for me to follow him to meet with Commander Davies, leader in-charge of the academy. "Commander Davies needs me until I come we would discuss as friends." "Now I see there is an hidden agenda against Commander Davies, tell me all you have against him. Or I will persuade Commander Davies to expel all of you!" "inspector this is not fair, we have nothing of such against Commander Davies." "Are you sure?" "I am sure inspector!" "if it is true so be it, coordinator-five." To meet up with time; I make myself faster as I get into Commander Davies office. "Coordinator-five a top naval officer was in this academy. Where you able to figure out who he is?" "quite difficult to know who this top naval officer is, but I still conduct partial investigation about this top naval officer." "Then what was your findings?" "surprisingly it is Commodore Charles I had been hearing about." "Coordinator-five you grabbed his attention; I seems baffled with that way he stares at you. Do you both have something in common?— Secretly tell me I want to know." "Nothing in common sir!" "I must get to the root of this matter. Commodore Charles wasn't happy till he left all because of you!" "sir did he asked about me?" "Commodore Charles asked to know who you are; I explained to him you are coordinator-five I briefed him about. He was about speaking confidentially with you; within minute he changed his decision. Commodore Charles said he is short of time. He lay out his words that when you are enlisted as Nigeria navy seaman you would have his privilege to see him based on hardworking, patriotism, perseverance, dedication, full zeal, selfless—services to Nigeria navy." Commander Davies announced that reason for Commodore Charles coming is for him to see graduating students about to be enlisted soonest. I couldn't hold back my joy when I was told our set is next to be on line for enlistment. "Coordinator-five only ten would follow me to Nigeria navy dockyard to sail two days on ocean to beat the drum against illicit activities on seas. We must also campaign against crude oil thefts, fish poaching, sea piracy, sea murders!"

When I got to my room, I couldn't sleep smoothly. I got up from bed, informing nine others that they should get themselves prepared when called upon by Commander Davies. Never of a stress to me since I have made that decision of serving my own country—Nigeria. One thing is sure; the academy bugler would expressed his signals through the bugle. Readily for me I am determined carrying out all academy assignment I can. "Paul Collins can you hear?" time has come for departure; Japtan had signalled me with heavy bang on the door. "The academy bugler had already signalled." Running hesitantly is all I got just to avert Commander Davies full wrath against me in particular. As arranged by academy authorities. We were in a bus taking us direct to Nigeria navy dockyard. Not up to 15km drive I could see again the well organised dockyard. "Rush down, climb the vessel facing all of you now!" Commander Davies instructed harshly in complete desperation. Not long we were on board Commander Davies joined after then, the vessel sailed farer. "Stevedores bring all drums here!" as commanded they ran bringing what we need. Two drums given to me gave me courage starting my campaign. As Coordinator-five I was left alone to do three students job. I would never let my country Nigeria down for whatsoever reason as I have concluded within me. On left side of Nigeria Naval vessel TS, I beat my drum harder creating a signal to heavy vessels passing; all signals I gave out was against crude oil thefts, my microphone given to me as coordinator-five helped a lot. I saw tens of thousands of hands waving me without me seeing their heads. All supports this hands have with me is to agree that Crude oil thefts is bad. Commander Davies had been monitoring me and others; he is happy seeing all he wants to see. As coordinator-five I can stop when I like. About becoming tired I continue louder this time by campaigning against sea piracy on African seas. Next is Fish poaching, I instructed one of the stevedores to bring me a fish, he brought live fish for me. I held it up while singing against fish poaching on seas. Fishermen on boats waved in support of me. Commander Davies shook his head, supporting me more eagerly. "Such a sonorous voice I won't stopped hearing. Paul Collins I'm glad! See how thousands hands had signalled supports for you. I would inform Commodore Charles about this. This campaign was meant for Nigeria navy seamen; but I allowed ten of you to show how capable students in Nigeria navy academy can be." Billows taking over quiet sea scared me. Commander Davies showing his adamant skills by pushing each of us back as he was more experienced than all of us. "Continue never back down Paul Collins!" as horrifying it was, massive billows splashed on us allowing everyone to slide while we gasped for breathe. "Students fight for your life!" Commander Davies warned. "Show more courage, don't relent!" billow taking complete direction of the moving vessel we were. Nigeria flag revolving faster as we were still battling to stand. "This is one dangerous thing we navies face on sea! It can't deterred me from serving my country Nigeria. I launched into silent prayer while holding my rosary worn on my neck. "It has stopped! Stand up boys, I love your courage you boys showed." If told this is part of navies harsh encounter on sea I would for once not believe until it became reality to me. "Come in boys. Stevedores take them to warm room before they developed hypothermia!" "Commander four medics are in to assess their various health conditions," most youngest stevedore announced. "Oh, I was too anxious forgetting that medics are already on standby." Ten of us shaking in pitiable way due to billow that splashed on us from the sea. "Bring them in!" smart look, pointed nose doctor voiced. I kept staring at his opaque eyeglass glued to his bumpy face. Room rife with heat was where we take shelter. "Coordinator-five is it okay with you?" Commander Davies asked me courageously.

"I'm feeling cold sir!" "doctor stretch them on bed. Each of them should relax a bit; make them more comfortable." On bed blue day turned night after a short sleep. "How are you feeling now, coordinator-five?" "doctor I'm becoming okay. But who told you I'm coordinator-five?" pointed nose doctor attending to me refused answering me. Japtan had sat on a chair reading blankly. "Paul Collins how glad I'm to see you in perfect state." Dedicated medics checking Snorl panting state. The sea during night is interesting watching; I raise an alert I am becoming hot, so the medics approved sternly I should feel cool breeze outside the room I and others were. Rough unclear voice of the sea never deterred me watching racing billows. Stroboscope from large vessels passing stopped billows from racing. I felt it is right continuing my campaigns on sea. I rushed in lifted my campaigning drum lying freely on board start raising full awareness by beating hard the drum. "No to crude oil thefts, no to fish poaching on seas, no to sea piracy, no to sea murders, no to illicit activities on seas!" for five hours I kept spreading awareness audibly. Campaigning about crude oil thefts is my area of interest since when Mr Donovan sensitized us about the ʻDangers of crude oil thefts'. To my surprise nine students were by my side clearing their throats before continuing their campaigns. "You boys should go in and sleep; is already too dark!" Commander Davies expressing his dissatisfaction all for his concern towards scary billows. "I said go in!" we pretend it is right going in just in case another scary billows race after our vessel. From the bulkhead I see Commander Davies waving the sea before heading to his room. "Want more campaigns boys?" eagerly I begged for an answer. "Paul Collins of course!" Japtan responded on behalf of eight others. Nine of my course mates waited for me following them outside for another round of prolific campaigns. "Our drum coordinator-five, Commander Davies may had carried it to his room." "Snorl that's too minor for smart, hardworking, Commander Davies doing." Japtan stretching himself for drum beating. "Now let's go on time," I instructed. On reaching outside frozen cold had taking over atmosphere of the entire sea. "Coordinator-five this cold wouldn't allow us doing what we had decided." Unclear atmosphere taking over by cold seems denying our confidence; I search about for our drums every corners I can. Commander Davies been a smart, clever man knew ten of us would had decide coming outside to loud our voices on sea. He had ordered for our drum to be hidden somewhere unknown to us. "What is our next move, now, coordinator-five?" Japtan asked while shivering in cold. "Can I sing my music I composed on sea about—total no to Crude Oil thefts?" "endeavour to do that coordinator-five." Expectant eyes focused on me in a desperate way; I sang music I composed in presence of bandsmen I met on my first time on sea. "You deserved my applaud Paul Collins!" Japtan continue applauding me despite being cautioned to stop for a while. "Our academy coordinator-five had not for once failed delivering." Rehearsals were going on among nine of my dedicated course mates as I watched how interesting their rehearsals can be. The sea utter a howl in thick hour of the cold night. "Blanket would prevent us from killing cold." "Coordinator-five do all you can to stop us from getting frozen." I recall seeing two thick blankets in a free room when the medics were assessing my temperature. I crawled watchfully so that I wouldn't be caught sneaking to get what I desired for. "Yes I have it!" my course mates jubilantly lifted me up as they couldn't hold their series of full happiness. "Cover us our coordinator-five." Discussing after rehearsals ended wouldn't had ended if not for the stevedores checking every inch on board to be sure that everyone is free from dangers, and that the vessel is not having strange people. "Are they coming?" "I don't think so, Japtan." "Thank you God!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN

Japtan show his thanks to his heavenly father all because we were not caught converging outside when warned to go for sleep. "That Nigeria navy sailor steering our vessel had not complain he is tired." "Japtan that shows how patriotic he is to serve his country without duress from any side." "I must do better than him." "Like how Japtan?" "doing more than steering a vessel." Ten of us in blankets singing any songs we know so as preventing ourselves from sleep. "Paul Collins is there more happiness after that day?" "Japtan which day exactly are you referring to?" "graduating day and enlistment day!" "for me there would be more days better than that day; seeing my father with my clear eyes should come as best day, best hour, best time I longed for." Thinking about past memories led me speechless despite been talked to. "Paul Collins is your father lost?" Snorl asked in grieve. "He travelled to Somalia to get a better job; he believes there is job he longed for waiting for him there." "That so far all because of job?" "yes Snorl!" eight of my course mates had surrendered to sleep while still inside blankets. "Paul Collins did you really choose becoming a seaman?" "Snorl my father encouraged my mother for me becoming a seaman." Nigeria Naval vessel TS continue sailing undisturbed by any malign. "Gulf of Guinea is key to Africans: Paul Collins would you give your best if given that precious opportunity to campaign against illicit activities lurking on gulf of guinea?" "all best within my reach I will give, Snorl." In moody way Snorl gave himself up to sleep. Long minutes break after an inquiry discussions between I and Snorl was not noticed among sleeping course mates of mine. Mid-morning had exposed out gradually becoming clear sky. Where we squatted I fully heard numbering snoring from all my course mates sleeping in desperation. On board I heard someone launch into prayers towards Nigeria as a nation, the person was also praying for Africa to be free from lingering illicit sea activities, another thing baffling me is that the voice also called names of African leaders and pray for their sound health to continue no matter their age. Another voice added to the prayers this time that voice only prayed for peace in Africa, peace around the world; peace among enemy nations. Voices numbering in tens sprung up from somewhere on board I may not know of. "Paul Collins, where are you! I want to see you, come out!" Commander Davies yelled to have me appear in his presence. "Am here sir, am here sir!" Commander Davies raise an alarm making medics to come to my aid. Ten of us partially weak due to harsh cold on sea were lifted with a stretcher to a warm room breezing out heat. "Who am I, where am I?" Snorl asked in fear after woken up from odyssey sleep. He noticed he is in room welcoming everyone with heat. "Snorl that cold out there is much; let's give thanks to God the supreme who make Commander Davies to know I wasn't in." "Tell me exactly how that cold is like, Paul Collins." "It is killing! I can't even stand up. I regained half consciousness during minutes of prayers." Eight other course mates of mine open their mouth wider, thus allowing saliva to flow out rampantly. "Close your mouth eight of you. You are all fortunate." Medics treated us like a way mothers pet their babies that needed motherly care, love, likeness. "Coordinator five is it really true what I just heard?" I know Commander Davies had broke the news of how we disobeyed him by sneaking out to continue our campaigns against illicit activities going on seas. "Doctor what did you heard?" "coordinator-five you know what I mean. Don't prove too smart!" "I with others had done something not wrong to us. You know doctor we would become seaman one day. All we did is campaigning against crude oil thefts on seas."

Pointed nose doctor grunted in passionate feelings. "Death is inevitable you all almost die an horrifying—death." I kissed my rosary to me it works like a guard against horrifying death. "Coordinator-five when on sea be careful." "Doctor is there anything you can do as citizen of Nigeria off your duty?" pointed nose doctor paused within minute before answering me in midst of his fellow colleagues. "I hate illegal oil bunkering in any way! It is against our ethics to go as far by campaigning against illegal oil bunkering; I could have done that." "Yeah doctor you said the right thing; but can you die for your country?" "I have said it all time I can die for—my country Nigeria!" I thought I am the only one that is ready to die for his country; now I see another person more ready than me to die for his country. "Doctor do it now!" "well I shall do that along with my dedicated colleagues whenever we treat any patient in hospitals." "Doctor I could have accompany you wherever you together with your colleagues are heading to. I want more campaigns on ground. I want campaigns against pipeline vandalisms." Commander Davies opened the door while coming in to see how we have responded to treatment. "Doctor Chris are they responding well?" "Commander we are not treating them." "Why Doctor Chris?" "they seems okay!" "now listen boys. You all almost cost me my job. Supposing Commodore Charles heard what happened that would be the end of my career as a commander with the Nigeria navy! Promise you won't do so!" we were speechless all my course mates wait hearing my response before they utter any word. "I believe none among you is deaf. I need only one promise." "Sir Nigeria is our father land, we were born and brought up in this blessed nation. Promoting Nigeria's growth is our heritage. If we are doing something not against the law of our country, are we right?" Commander Davies bent his head low while thinking for an answer. "You are right only if not against the law." "Sir we did nothing wrong!" "Paul Collins I am not saying you all are fully wrong. All I laid out is that you all disobeyed me by sneaking back outside when it is clear to us that scary billows can be threat to us." Doctor Chris took two medical books on green large shelf beside me. "Coordinator-five I would do it from now on, you understand." Commander Davies couldn't understand Doctor Chris motive. Right in our presence Doctor Chris left while leaving his colleagues of medical line attending to us. "Paul Collins give me an assurance that all is well." "All is well sir! Only that Doctor Chris expressed his open mind that he totally reject illegal oil bunkering." Commander Davies shook his head in long amazement. "Commander there is a caller on line! That caller only said he wants to speak with you." Glad for me seeing Commander Davies rushing to have words with his unknown caller. "I shall be back any moment!" rushing Commander Davies said. "Japtan I would never regret all I had done on sea, how would you respond to it?" "coordinator-five I support all you said with zeal." I whistled to the air not long music I composed start taking over the warm room we where. Bandsmen of Nigeria navy quickly located our room and they also joined us with their skills of bringing out different beats from their bands. "Coordinator-five finish your courses and join us as bandsmen. Someone with mellow voice needs to sing alongside us while we produce live beats." My mother had never said my father want me becoming bandsman; I dipped my hands into my pockets thinking how I would convinced the Nigeria navy bandsmen I only want to be addressed as Nigeria navy seaman. "Would you divert from your profession all for the reason of you joining another profession?" "to me that is totally unacceptable." Leader of Nigeria navy bandsmen presented. "Leader you have said it. I can't divert all for me being pressured to join another profession." Medics in our warm room quietly left us all grinning. Leader of Nigeria navy bandsmen shook hands with ten of us as he promised coming again only when invited by me. "Leader would you and your group come any minute your assistance is needed?" "coordinator-five we are still in this vessel; opposite you is our room we had been practicing." The bandsmen dashed out in warm room where we had been taking refuge. "Paul Collins don't you think is reasonably joining those bandsmen?" "Nigeria navy is more organised than any navy in the world. If known as seaman then it is obliged of you continuing as seaman you are known as." Japtan stammers for another word to say but he find it difficult presenting his mind. "Japtan your mind is confused relax a bit then you might be able to ask something of an importance to you." Ajar door shows someone had been eavesdropping on our conversations. Commander Davies pushed the door widely open; called me in inquisitive mood. "Mr Collins asked of you! Is he that boss you had discussed about?" "yes sir. He had seen me long ago; maybe he had been waiting for me in the academy." "Paul Collins of course he is waiting for you in academy." It wasn't palatable for me hearing Mr Collins was waiting for me since I believe he won't wish me well in academy. "Sir can I speak with him on phone?" "he hung up when he realised I am not giving him permission to speak with you." "But it is fair granting him permission to speak with me." "Paul Collins we don't permit family affair when on an official duty!" "Commander he is on line again!" Commander Davies walked straight to answer Mr Collins. "Paul Collins smile, don't panic!" Snorl encouraged. "He never wants me becoming a seaman; definitely he is not wishing me well in the academy." "Paul Collins think positive; I believe something good awaits you from him." Japtan now looking like a prophet with his words of assurance towards me. "Someone who almost end my life with his dark shotgun. How can he wish me well?" I asked. "He can if having change of heart." Mr Collins overtook my mind as I think about his wife, David, Georgina. "I almost forgot them if not that boss asked of me his dedicated forgotten boy." "Who did you?" "my boss wife, his dry-cleaner, my friend—David." "So they also hurt you?" "no." Conflicting issues begun streaming my mind; Mr Collins might had decided paying visit to me just for mocking me. Father Arinze should have been informed before Mr Collins would planned coming far. "I would prefer he see me after finishing in academy." "As for me my parents would check me on graduating day. They would like one of their own enlisted as seaman with Nigeria navy. I can't wait more on that." Standing clock facing us struck thus making us getting prepare for any work on board Commander Davies might wants us doing. "Yes am back, Mr Collins kept pestering me. He knows it's impossible for you getting back to academy in two minutes." "Two minutes? Did he want me flying?" "I still not understand reason of him calling for you in two minutes." "Loud sound sir!" Commander Davies rushed going out just for him seeing whatever makes that loud sound. We followed him hurriedly. "Poachers shooting that shark!" not long after dramatic scenario I ordered nine of my course mates to bring our drums for campaigning against shark poaching. "Commander this is Gulf of Guinea!" "Bring me my telescope!" most youngest stevedore ran bringing Commander Davies his telescope. "So many! Many poachers!" we beat harder our drums to show our displeasure for poachers on seas. "Beat the drum harder, coordinator-five!" noises from our drums led the poachers running for their life. "Not one is seen!" Jubilations from us continue as we had won a big war against desperate, avarice , mean poachers lurking around on seas. "Two days has passed on ocean now I think it is suitable for the sailor going back." Commander Davies informed the patriotic sailor. "Paul Collins this sailor took us as far by coming to Gulf of Guinea." "I am surprised as well."

"All of you follow me!" Commander Davies directing our steps focusing towards where the dedicated, hardworking sailor is steering the vessel. "Just watch how he steers this vessel; learn his skills very well." Focused sailor saluted Commander Davies in full courage. Steering a vessel required more energy when on sea. My eyes became exhausted as Commander Davies warned us to be focused. "Commander already at dockyard!" coming nearer I could see navies on an abandoned vessel swinging Nigeria flag to welcome us back to Nigeria navy dockyard. "Hope you all learnt something of an immense benefit?" "yes sir!" we all expressed ourselves in a way Commander Davies expect us to. "Commander Davies ordered the stevedores to bring us down carefully. While on land, Nigeria navy wagon moving towards us stopped making all of us believing the driver of the wagon is fully ready taking us back to academy. "Commander," said the driver, "Commodore Charles had instruct me here. Nigeria navy helicopter should be on its way here lifting everyone back to academy." To clear every doubts inside me an helicopter whirl towards us, landed on vast ground. "Commander come quickly!" short sleeve pilot from Nigeria navy helicopter signals. Running to have ourselves in was all we make for. Green-white-green Nigeria navy helicopter that was sent for us took us back to academy. We were on academy training ground within twenty minutes. Boss had seen me from distance; he sat for me coming to meet him. Commander Davies didn't noticed he was there. "Paul Collins I shall inform him there is training during night." "Who exactly sir?" "the bugler." "Okay I would inform others around there is training during night time." Commander Davies make haste straight to his office. I took fifty steps in meeting Mr Collins. "Poor boy that wish remaining poor for the rest of his life!" greeting Mr Collins wasn't a surprise to him as he knew me with such an habit. "Paul door is still open for you. Would you leave this place and follow me?" "sir I'm fully okay here!" "Paul I thought what came upon you would have left you. This place is all about restless trainings. My consortia doesn't required you making any trainings of such. Imagine you being called semi-boss. That is all I want for you my boy." "Sir I'm fully okay here." "Paul when last had Father Arinze visited you?" "not long." "How many times had he?" "once, although he gave me token sum of amount that would take me till I finish my courses." "Father Arinze never told me nothing. He had been calling me on phone but I have declined speaking with him. Let me tell you something Paul; Father Arinze doesn't put you first in his mind. Forget him and come to me. I would still accept you no matter what Hillary says." For almost one hour my mind was confused. I think again that it would be stupid of me changing my decision of becoming a seaman with Nigeria navy. Following boss back would be big—spat on me. "Sir, expect me in your house after finishing my courses." Boss looked at me stupidly I now seems like an idiot to him. "I must sue that stupid priest to court, he had cast a spell on you." "Not as you think sir!" "hear me clearly Paul. I don't see you graduating here." "Why sir?" I asked humbly. "Any sorts of trainings would make you sick. That means sick ones cannot be enlisted with Nigeria navy. If coming back begging me it would already be late. Now is that last chance I'm giving you as rare opportunity. Would you follow me?" I have no option but to weep in confusion. "Change your decision my boy Paul." I still insist on not going back on my decision. "You must be stupid. I can't wait for your downfall!" Mr Collins made clear. Provokingly he left me without giving me anything or saying goodbye. "Paul Collins any problem?" "no Japtan!" "I saw him raising his finger at you. That man is so angry by the look on his face." "My former boss still want me with him." "He should understand life is all about making favourable decision all time."

Disturbing as it was I couldn't sleep, eat, drink water until the following day when Mr Donovan asked me question which I responded poorly, thus Mr Donovan wondering cause of my full brokenness. "Paul Collins meet me in my office without delay!" students in hall knew how smiling Mr Donovan is but they seems surprised Mr Donovan put on an unfriendly face which they noticed in me. His lectures that had create happiness in us ended partially because of me. "Paul Collins your problem would be solved in Mr Donovan's office." "Japtan human can't solve our problems; God only can solve it." That word alone assures Japtan I would be that person he knew me as. In Mr Donovan's office glass of water is kept for anyone coming to visit him. "Paul Collins sit down. Drink that water in that glass. Is usually kept for anyone paying me a visit when am in office." I drained, asking for another glass of water. Mr Donovan now see I am responding better. "For almost twelve hours plus it is difficult for you doing that. Am I right Paul Collins?" "of course you're right sir!" Mr Donovan laid his hands on me while praying for everlasting happiness for me. "Paul Collins someone closer to you offended you." I looked at him for more minutes just to show him how surprised I am. "Actually someone closer offended me. At this stage I am, I know what is better for me. Mr Collins never want to understand that in any way. Help me out sir; is it advisable for me rejecting any offer Mr Collins gave me?" Mr Donovan leering at me desperately. "Sir I need an advice from you." "Umm, you may know better than me Paul Collins. But my advice should be sensible in dealing with such an issue like the one bothering you in this hour. Totally reject any offer that would jeopardized your future, Paul Collins." Shaking myself while still on seat I try asking another question that deserved an answer. "Sir I was given a chance to control consortia my boss owned. I reject that offer more happily." Mr Donovan turned speechless surprisingly when I told him something he had not heard of in his lifetime. "Young lad rejecting such kind of juicy offer. Tell me why did you did that?" "I did it for love of my country—Nigeria, my father, my mother." "Paul Collins I am so dumbfounded for hearing this. So that Mr Collins is your boss?" "now former boss!" "is he a cruel boss?" "Mr Collins is nice being with whenever, wherever. The only time he turned sad against me was when he knew my plans of becoming seaman just for serving my country. He pestered me continually for me changing my plan but I insist it is time I decide for myself no matter hurdles on my way. Mr Collins went into his room; brought out his dark shotgun as he couldn't believe me refusing his advice. Mr Collins pulled a trigger but his dark shotgun refused performing its duty. Now I would say I almost came close to death; I survived it luckily for me." Mr Donovan pushed away textbooks on his office table due to increasing anger boiling inside him. "For God sake that former boss of yours should face the law for attempted murder. Taking someone's life is totally unacceptable. Should I personally confronts your former boss?" "leave him to God sir! God is not sleeping he is watching everything on earth." Mr Donovan stood up packed every scattered books on floor. "Your journey on sea is it interesting?" "so interesting sir. We campaigned against crude oil thefts which you taught us about dangers of it. Some poachers were spotted shooting a big fine shark. I led quick awareness for rejection of that act. Commander Davies was happy at the end." "Continue raising awareness as citizen of most greatest country on earth, Nigeria." "Doctor Chris even lay it forward to me that illegal oil bunkering is bad. I support him throughout. Though against his ethics campaigning; Doctor Chris said him and his dedicated colleagues would do that when—treating any patient in hospitals." "Doctor Chris I must meet him during when on board." Mr Donovan held his smooth briefcase.

"Paul Collins examinations is about coming. Read ahead on time do as I say." Mr Donovan want success for me. Mr Collins would not wish that for me since I turned down his juicy offer gladly. "Paul Collins we would see later!" Mr Donovan lurched forward in his hands were his briefcase. "Sir thanks for your advice!" how delighted I am on my way to my room. Some parents were hugging their children same route I was. Absence of my father brought forgotten pain in me. Mr Collins took advantage of that during my decision with him. Visiting hour is that hour I was heading for my room. "Paul Collins meet my father. He had come for me since we had seen for over fifteen years." "How are you lad?" "fine sir. He is good friend of mine." "Yes he told me everything about you. I am glad for my son following someone serious like you. Japtan had really missed me. I came to take him home which I realised it is not permitted for now due to few months he had with this academy. I would come here again the day both of you are enlisted with Nigeria navy." "I appreciate sir. If not for Father Arinze showing me fatherly love; I wouldn't hesitate to call you, sir, my father." Japtan's father looked interested hearing more from me. "Your biological father is a priest?" "Oh: Father Arinze is my guardian. Mr Collins good friend is Father Arinze." "The Mr Collins you named is he related to you?" "no he is boss I was working for." Japtan's father exposed his mouth wider in presence of his appreciating son. "Dad he is telling the truth. Paul Had never lied to me for once." "Paul someone born in rich family had good look you are presenting. I doubt if really you worked for a boss before." "Of course sir. I have performed an housekeeping job before." Japtan's father lifted my hand up as he still doubt all what I am telling him. "What brought you here?" Japtan got annoyed with his father's curious question that can get me annoyed. "Dad that shouldn't bother you; Paul is here based on his zeal of becoming Nigeria navy seaman." "Japtan can I ask him just one question?" I grinned at Japtan who knew I am displeased with his father questions. "Dad that should come as last question." "Paul what kind of seaman do you intend being?" Japtan nodded his head for me to give his father last answer. "Seaman that wants an end to crude oil thefts, seaman that wants an end for pipeline vandalism, seaman that wants an end for illegal oil bunkering. Navy seaman that say no to sea piracy, sea murders and illicit sea activities." "Super seaman you would be if enlisted. I support all you said with my last blood." Japtan felt too proud of me after I make his father to understand the kind of seaman I intend being. "Paul I must come to your passing out parade. I must fulfilled my word." Japtan's father made me look superior than his son despite presence of his son. "Okay sir," I gave out with smiles. "Paul Collins go and have good rest. I would meet you later." Japtan still want his father closer to him. Jogging to my room really stressful on an hot day. "Paul Collins I can feel your gladness. Mr Donovan must had discussed with you something tangible, tell me more on that." Snorl jogging while waiting for my answer. "Snorl where did you come out from?" "That angle Paul Collins." "So Snorl you must had been hearing my conversation with Japtan's father." "Em, not as you—think." We stopped jogging walked to my room for an important discussion. Now in my room fresh air led me crashing on bed. "Paul Collins don't sleep now. Let's talk of few months coming when we shall be reaping all we had sowed." I seems napping as Snorl was talking with me. "Snorl tell me what we sowed." "Personal evening trainings. Had work, perseverance, commitment." Snorl ended my nap partially. "Imagine me being a seaman. I would dedicate that for my late mother and my lost father. Then for Mr Collins I must forgive him by paying him flying visit. For Georgina, David, nagging Hillary whatever gifts given to me I wouldn't hesitate giving them."

"Those names you mentioned are they part of your family?" "part of Mr Collins family. Snorl I was also member of his family but I no longer wished recognising him again since he is like a threat to me." Bugle sound outside signals an important information is to be passed. I rushed outside leaving Snorl behind. "Coordinator-five see me at your back." Students lined-up in more disciplined manner. Commander Davies hold an extremely large banner for unveiling. "Students what does this banner represent?" Commander Davies asked loudly. For minutes no students could expressed what the banner represent. "Let me try sir!" "Paul Collins, academy coordinator- five. What?" "total no for crude oil thefts, total no for pipeline vandalism, total no for illegal oil bunkering, total no for fish poaching, total no for illicit sea activities!" "Yes that is all it would campaign against. Students this banner is blank. Can I remove the covering?" Commander Davies word looked strange for all of us. Banner he held is plain, not even covered with any sealing. Right where we stand our mouth was widely opened due to surprise. Commander Davies was removing the sealing that hides words I was waiting for. "Big no to crude oil thefts, big no for illegal oil bunkering, big no for pipeline vandalism, big no for sea piracy, big no for sea murders!" we toned jubilantly. "That is all what Nigeria navy campaigns against. To the west it is clear is bad, also to our Africans. Say out loudly I would forever say no to what is bad!" more repeatedly we were making recitation against something widely considered too bad and unacceptable. Academy trainers start engaging themselves into an exercise not far from us. "This is that time most of you must accept. Please students don't mind the sun that would come out soonest. This is the fight of your life. Trainers it is your turn!" academy trainers skilfully spread themselves, we were grouped in number. "Coordinator-five lead your group. Monitor their state immediately trainings start. Physical fitness is essential in Nigeria navy. As you all know feeble students cannot be enlisted. Few months would come as one day. This is the time!" academy bugler signals beginning of stressful trainings. Leading students was more hectic to me. I happily coordinated them well. At the end I was orally rewarded with praises from our academy trainers that had been setting their restless eyes on me. "Form yourselves again in groups. Then follow us to the hall for some short words of encouragement." Most senior trainer announced vibrantly. Within few minutes hall was overtaken by large numbers of students. "Students can we start?" no response from either students in hall. Their tired state makes them weak. From their look one would know that any prolix speeches might make them more weaker. "Is there any leader that would speak on behalf of everyone?" "I would speak on behalf of everyone. It is suitable we start." "Being a navy more is expected in your course of duty. Show patriotism in your daily dealings. Never partake in crimes. Show selfless services for your country, Nigeria. Avoid dodging work when called upon. Show how zealous you can be for love of your country. Avoid taking what does not belong to you. All these advices is mandatory for you when enlisted with the Nigeria navy." Such advices coming from the most senior trainer touched me deep down. He is a man I never expect homily words from him. That is a man hiding himself from making any advisable speeches in academy. "Cleanliness is expected from all of you. I'm happy Commodore Charles had never let himself down by wearing dirty uniform. Even Commander Davies also had for once never wore dirty uniform. Nigeria navy is against dirtiness in fullness." Quick round of applause to our academy most senior trainer. Students giving him more applause when they notice he is not ready ending his speeches. Learning promotes quick reasoning in every human I can see that from most senior trainer. "Sensitization ends till other time again. Good day class!"

Going back to our different rooms, students rushing for something I thought to be examination timetable. "Paul Collins it is our final examination timetable. Our results of examinations we had wrote is out, check yours!" Japtan smiles so uncountable; I knew his results were very okay for him. I begun panicking due to numbers of students shedding tears. "Our Academy coordinator-five have you checked your results?" two students asked ditto. "I have not but I would check if the students checking, reduced." I sat under a tree, thinking of days ahead. Now that timetable for our final examination is out; students were more careful so that their stay in naval academy would not be prolonged. "Paul Collins check it don't be scared." Japtan encouraging me all for his confirmed assurance on me. "Okay this is the minute!" I stood up gallantly went straight to where students were converging; checked my examination results. I couldn't believe my eyes seeing excellent in all exams I had wrote. "Yeah! I worked harder for it. I have few months in this academy. I am dedicating this results to the campaigners of—No against crude oil thefts, no to pipeline vandalism, no to illegal oil bunkering, no to fish poaching, no to illicit sea activities." Students clapped for me. It was all they had expected from me since they knew I had always performed better as academy coordinator-five. "A speech please, we need your speeches since your results was the best in the history of this academy." Japtan want me to speak in midst of happily crowed students. "I need microphone. I want every students to hear me clearly," I said. "This is it academy coordinator-five!" a desperate student who wish to hear my word quickly bring me a microphone. "Stand over there coordinator-five; when standing there the microphone would worked for you." I shifted to where I was instructed to stand, signals were coming from microphone I held. "Hello students. Can you hear me clearly?" students increasing in numbers just to listen to all I have to say. "Dedicate your results to the campaigners mainly against crude oil thefts. I have also do that. Not that someone is not important for me dedicating my results to. Someone important is there I can dedicate my best results to but I chose to dedicate my results for everybody campaigning against crude oil thefts, illegal oil bunkering, sea piracy and other menaces." Jubilant noises on every side in support of my speeches. "Coordinator-five I like your speeches." While jubilant students were making scary noises; sound of bugle left every students quiet. Nosy academy inspector was coming with Commander Davies to where I was standing. "Commander Davies leader in-charge is coming. That nosy inspector had told him what was going on, I would support you in case Commander Davies ordered for your punishment." "Japtan I would say I am matured enough defending myself. Leave everything to me I would prevailed at end of the day." Commander Davies stern face is another reason for me believing he had got a wrong situation report. "Paul Collins I received the news that you are about forming your government with full support from the students. Defend yourself right in my— presence!" I couldn't hold back tears from my face. Repercussion would be severe if I am found wrong of crime I never committed. "I have form no government against academy authorities." "Then why were students jubilant when you made your speeches?" "Sir it is about my results." "Is there any problem about your results?" Commander Davies eager knowing cause of students widely jubilation. "All my results were excellent. I again discovered my results were the best in history of this academy. Because of this I dedicated my excellent results to campaigners of—No against crude oil thefts, also for no against pipeline vandalism, illegal oil bunkering, and other illicit sea activities." "If this is true then you are not wrong. Inspector why did you gave me wrong information?" angry Commander Davies asked. "Am sorry sir. I thought I saw them here."

"Saw them here doing what?" "forming a government with Paul Collins in charge." Commander Davies shook his head, apologised to me in full. "Inspector that wasn't what you told me in my office. I shall forward your case to Commodore Charles that you had been raising false alarm." Again jubilant students increased their jubilation in more desperate manner after Commander Davies left with academy nosy inspector. "Paul Collins few months remaining would not lead to your downfall. Your dream of becoming seaman shall be a reality for you. Commander Davies now knew that nosy inspector he trusted had brought him wrong information." "Japtan thanks for being with me. I had won against that nosy inspector." Six days after checking my best results Father Arinze surprisingly paid me flying visit. All eyes were on him since students now knew he is my guardian. Commander Davies office was where Father Arinze firstly heads to. Commander Davies narrated my excellent performance in my results to Father Arinze that kept smiling on. "Father Arinze this boy of yours had dedicated his results to campaigners against crude oil thefts, illegal oil bunkering, pipeline vandalism and other crimes relating to maritime." Father Arinze smiles limiting bit by bit not long when Commander Davies told him how I decided to dedicate my results for an end to illicit sea activities. While in Commander Davies office; Father Arinze sprung up to his feet, asked me reason of me not dedicating my results to God in heaven. I defended myself within seconds. "Paul God is supreme over everything on earth. Still I expect you to dedicate your results to God. Well am glad you didn't say you dedicated your wonderful results to me." "Father Arinze God owns all wonderful results. Paul Collins knows that very well." "Commander there is no problem with that. I will support his zealous goals against those worst crimes. Paul have you been praying with your rosary?" Father Arinze noticed my rosary wasn't on my neck. "Yes sir. Presently I left it at my room." "Father Arinze I saw his shining rosary when we were on sea." "Okay, I would be leaving now!" Commander Davies shook hands with Father Arinze, begging him to be present on my passing out at the naval academy. Father Arinze assured him he won't missed that day even though he is about going for an official assignment. "Paul let's talk." Father Arinze spoke with me in a quiet room opposite Commander Davies office. I explained how Mr Collins came to visit me just for me changing my mind to follow him home. Father Arinze said God revealed it to him in his dream. I looked up, silently praying for God to make all my wish to be fulfilled coming months. "Paul see you till that day." Father Arinze entered his car, drove off. Months later our final naval academy examinations commenced. Final year students finished while hoping for a well deserved results. Last trainings was interesting as Commander Davies joined us jogging. "Coordinator-five, this jogging is the last." As planned everyone ended when darkness surrounded the sky. "Who is there?" knock at my door awoke me up. Japtan had come to passed an information to me. "Paul Collins result is out!" a dream to me because results came out final day we would spend in naval academy. "Is it true Japtan?" "last month. Last day we would spent here. Paul Collins tomorrow is passing out parade. Commodore Charles would come to shook—hands with us." "Wow!" heavy bang on my door makes me jumping up. "That's Snorl!" I voiced. "You made it Paul Collins! Three of us made it!" getting outside academy jazzmen singing in melodies all putting on green, white, green. "Day before graduations that is all they do." "That's nice Snorl." Sirens from convoys make me believing Commodore Charles is on his way coming for the naval academy graduations ceremony. "Paul Collins, Commander Davies had asked for you." Usual nosy inspector announced to me. Not long I was in Commander Davies office sitting like a famous king.

"You shall deliver two minutes speeches concerning—total no against crude oil thefts. I hope you know Commodore Charles is already here for your graduation and passing out parade." On seat I gave all thanks to God in heaven just for me being recognised to make speeches on a day considered more important for every students that had finished their courses in Nigeria navy academy. "I won't let down trust you have for me sir," I expressed my gratitude to the leader in-charge of the naval academy. Brighter day next morning dignitaries across all walks of life were already on their seat to witness awards that would come to best outstanding student in all fields. The bugler signals through the bugle it was moment for parade for passing out students. Seaman uniform on me makes me looked too pristine when seen from far distance. Father Arinze praying for every dignitaries attending such a glamorous occasion on a brighter day. I knew he would come as he had promised Commander Davies. Parade was on as I led my fellow seamen on a straight line. More applause coming from dignitaries shows how I was skilful. Minutes after parade I was on stage to make my speeches about total no against crude oil thefts as demanded by Commander Davies. Mr Collins car just coming in not quite long I start making my speeches. "Crude oil theft is bad citizens of any nation desist from it!" remarks of commendations dignitaries poured on me led Father Arinze giving me standing ovation. I sang music that ended with sonorous lyrics, titled—Stop crude oil thefts. Guests sitting on VIP chairs applaud me continually until each of them stopped when Commodore Charles bowed for my songs. Commodore Charles took stage when I ended all my music. He sang naval music in support of my speeches. "Award here is for the best student in overall field. This award goes to newly enlisted Able-seaman, Paul Collins!" congratulatory messages coming to me from dignitaries and even from galaxies attending. Mr Collins took me by surprise by touching me on my warm shoulder. I turned in a smiling mood. He pleaded with me to forgive him for his wrongdoings against me together with his wife Hillary. I divulge it to him that I have forgiven him. Georgina and David who expressed their full happiness towards me were happy I forgive Mr Collins for the sake of God in heaven. Father Arinze who was there shook hands with Mr Collins: he was happy for me that I have forget the past against my boss while in tears. "Paul someone is calling you!" Father Arinze alerted me. Commodore Charles held my left hand as we both walked further. "I noticed a mark on your right hand. I have a lost son who had that type of mark. I don't know where I can locate him." "Sir is your wife helping you to search for your lost son?" Commodore Charles wept when I asked if his wife had assisted in searching for his lost son. "I can't locate her too," he said coldly. "Tell me her name so that I can recall if I had seen her before." "Paul her name is— Paulina!" that is my mother's name I found on her letter to me before she died. "Paulina is my late mother's name!" Commodore Charles asked me who my father was. I took time narrating how my mother explained how my father went to Somalia to search for job. Commodore Charles groaned in calmness. "Paul I am your father. I changed my plans of going to Somalia. All this while I have been working with Nigeria navy. I try locating where you and my wife were staying but I could not. Someone told me you and your mother had since relocated to an unknown destination." Squalling from me, also from Commodore Charles brought Mr Collins to console me and my father. "Dad this is Mr Collins that gave me good education!" Mr Collins astonished seeing Commodore Charles embracing me still in tears. "Hello Mr Collins, this is my son Paul. I would expressed my thanks to you in full, thanks!"

"Paul is a good boy when he was living with me. I would missed him now that he is about serving the Nigeria navy as an able-seaman." Nine seaman enlisted into the Nigeria navy seen marching while holding Nigeria flag. "Commodore I would missed your son, maybe we would see again." Mr Collins went straight to meet his family. Minutes later his car drove off speedily. "Paul you know what?" "what dad I want to hear." "I am also called Collins among my old time friends. So, you would still bear Paul Collins." This comes as most happiest day of my life seeing my father talking with me. "Dad that priest that left me minutes ago is waving us—Goodbye!" I am now prepared performing the job of an able-seaman and also campaigning against crude oil thefts, sea murders, pipeline vandalism, illegal oil bunkering, sea piracy and other illicit crimes relating to maritime.

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