Have you ever felt the need to share what you felt inside for someone else, though, there was no one to share it with? Perhaps I should have told her, too soon. If it was too soon, then when was the perfect time? Ever since I have returned to ordinary life, going to university, which I wanted for so long felt stupid now. A bunch of weak CIA agents stormed my house and I could not even pull an Adrenaline Manoeuvre. I longed for Makela, and my combat skills were survival without her. Howbeit, I could not be in the way of her dreams. I was stuck with lethal skills, trying to fit in, holding myself from being conceited and inconsiderable.
"It is amazing here, everything about this place is what I always dreamt of", "but?", I asked. I knew something was bothering her. "She keeps on beating up the Noble Mean girls who attend here", interrupted Ezinma Ogandimo. "Know I don't!", lied Ta-hawa as she shoved away her NimPad from Eziyo. "Yes, you did. You always getting into trouble", I smiled at her. She blushed for a moment and time seemed to be at a pause. "You should be here to keep her on a leash", Ezinma interrupted again.
"Ta-hawa. How fa?", I asked. She saw the concern stamped on my face. "Ah, just the usual, mix breed. Half breed and Normmen Charity insults I been getting from a bunch of rich Mean Girls. At least they don't call me... yah", she frowned. "Hey? Cheer up", she attempted a smile. "Do you recall the first time you perfectly performed the Adrenaline Manoeuvre?", I asked. "How could I forget!", she beamed, "I was like, nigga down!", she laughed.
"That chick didn't see me coming", she continued. "It's the first time she is laughing since you left. You know it's quite rude of you not to check on your lady now and then...", interrupted Eziyo.
"Just ignore her", started Makela though Ezinma began to assault Ta-hawa with pillows, unpleased with her. "Okay, Okay, Okay...truce!", "you better", smiled Ezinma. She joined next to Makela. "So, Lord Kufu. How are Gentile treating you?", asked Ezinma. "Fine", "you know, you should really shave", "no do not shave", "you should", "no! His cute with facial hair", argued Makela. "He looks messy like he's been a wreck without you", continued Ezinma. "It's because he needs me", explained Makela. "hmmm... I'm still here but carry on". Ezinma looked at me and gave me a beatific smile, "excuse me, your majesty", she stood up to leave the room.
"There was something you wanted to tell me", I reminded her. At that, she turned nervous. "Well... I was...umm", she startled. "Yes?", I encourage her, "I... uh... it's one of those... like one of those things... you... you can not say", "until the last moment?", I asked. We gazed at each other in a trance-like state for a moment. "Well, I won't insist. I'll wait for that last moment", I smiled beatifically. A pad began to chime, "oh... sorry, it is mine. Sorry, I have to go...", she said disappointedly. At this point, I could not hold back, which, was pathetically stupid that I have been doing so for so long. "Ta-hawa. I miss you", I confessed. "I miss you more", she hung up unceremoniously.
I have been on actual crossroads; I have never been lost on an actual crossroad while facing crossroads. I was not satisfied with the university, I had difficulties fitting in with the Gentile, I knew I had not belonged with the Kememu or Kammatu, whatever, and I was not going to ruin Makela's opportunity at being a Normmengard graduate. There was the other part of me that still wanted Eisenhower dead.
I was leaning against my second favourite Aventador while slipping my NimPad in my pocket. The video call with Ta-hawa had made my day. After a long while, I was in full Apostle Combat regalia. Aviators shading the lonely from the world, "my team are rearranging your house as we speak", assured Lindiwe, she joined me. "You may return home, eight hours from now", she continued, Lindiwe handed me the Maggilot.
"For what it's worth, I got to wear this suit again", I said while receiving the file, "the CIA agent. The American chick, do you know her?", I could not shake the thought off. "At my apartment. It was not your first encounter, right?", I asked. "Ashly Aims, second of the Pharisees we are after. Unfortunately, only one showed up", she shrugged. "Kill two birds with one stone. Who are these Pharisees?", I asked.
Lindiwe told me about their infiltration. Pharisees are found in every place imaginable, these particular were maintaining a West versus East war. Meaning, the first of the Pharisees was in one of the "Islamic" Rebel groups. "It's amusing how the media has done a great job on specifying religion. A white man with a long beard, Jew. Brown man with a full beard and moustache, Hindu", she scoffed. "Brown man with a full beard and no moustache, Muslim. Anyone under Muslim adornment is considered a Muslim", "what you trying to say?", I interjected. "Every terrorist organization is another plot to demoralize Islam while proclaiming the obvious. Fool, divide and conquer", she stated.
"What about the Christians?", I asked, "just use globalization to make more Make Believers. The rest is Written", she finished. I failed to argue there. The twenty-first century was occupied by a band of hypocrites proclaiming to be Christians.
"The way forward is backwards to the occurrence, thus, reads the book. The book bears salvation", said Lindiwe in a mildly bewitched aura.
"What book?", "I leave the Maggilot in your hands, in the cheek of the Apostles", she said, snapping out of the trance. "What book?", I asked. She embraced me and left with a kiss on either cheek. "Will you at least tell me the title of the book?", I repeated. She got comfortable on her Ducati and sped off. I watched her ride off to the sunset till she became a blur on the horizon. I was about to enter my car until...