Time is irrelevant, at least that's what I read somewhere, but all the same, I find truth to it. Money is everything and everything is about money when you don't have it in your possession. It is the only thing a poor man thinks for life has everything to do with money, the only thing is rich people don't see it that way just because they have money. Majority of the time they are lost in their dreams, fantasizing about things they could do if only they had money. Not so long ago I was one of them.
Luxury is pleasure, and one can only be satisfied for a short time, the pursuit of success and wealth never ends hoping to reach the gates of happiness at the end but majority of people fail to understand happiness is a state of mind, poor people find this place easily for they don't have much to think about or lose if they let their guard down.
I find myself in this gigantic bed made for at least five full-grown men. I could close my eyes for long, I've never felt this comfortable before so I find it strange. All my sense and defense are down just because I feel safe and I know deep down I didn't deserve it. I have always waited to hear the early morning crow but for the first time in a place I call home, I couldn't hear it. I feel like a baby crying, not because I miss my mother that left me but because I was scared of being alone, afraid of stepping my foot into the world unknown.
Like the home I just left, this one also has a window that sees as far as the eyes could. It's almost daylight and I am still sitting in a chair facing the window. I got up from my seat after going through some information sent to me on my phone.
It was about 7 am when I climbed down the staircase.
Good morning, I thought you were never going to wake up from bed due to guilt.
It seems someone woke up in a bad mood. you know my mom once told me to stay away from people that wake up like that. they have the mind of a killer. It only took this long to realize she was right, you killed someone yesterday didn't you?
huh..., you..., never mind. I think we should go.
It will get better, in time. Or, you could get better at killing, that way you won't have to think much about who you kill.
I can't believe this..., how did we meet? my God, you are the meanest person I have ever met and you are also a monster.
It's good you see me, I couldn't care less about what you think of me, get up let's go. We will be taking one of the cars parked in the garage.
What's wrong with my car? she asked.
By now, a lot of people would be looking for your car. But if you insist on getting yourself killed, I would very much like to watch. so which car do we use?
The one in the garage it is. please kill me if you really want me dead, she said.
Maybe I will, in time. it's good to see you don't want to kill yourself. Before I forget, the police found your bag in the room you killed someone. Hope you have nothing personal in it?
I don't think so, no. I took everything that has any value with me.
You did all that in your shocked state? I knew you are a criminal. birds of the same feathers flock together.
She picked up her bag and stepped outside and I followed. In no time we are on the road to Asaba. For a long time, we didn't speak. I don't easily like girls in an intimate way but this one is..., I don't know, different. I believe the feeling is mutual even if she pretends to hate me. I, on the other hand, am also trying to push her away but whatever I say even with the most aggressive tone sounds like am flirting. What am I thinking? I can't love, it's too dangerous, almost everyone I love is dead. Before yesterday I believe she was too good for me, but events that followed have successfully swayed two sides of my being and the last part is trying to hold its ground. I've always been attracted to beautiful girls with a dark side and this girl appears to be everything I need and for some terrible reason, I want her.
You are supposed to be looking at the road when driving. she said. immediately I woke up from my stream of thoughts.
So she speaks, I know you've been looking at me. what do you want to ask? do t tell me you admire me?
If you must know, you disgust me, and yes, I want to ask a question cause I've been thinking back to the day we met. you said you just killed someone that day and you think someone was coming for you. did you really kill someone?
That's a very personal question for a reporter to ask.
So you won't answer?
I would have if you didn't turn on your recorder. I said.
Shock and a little bit of fear were visible on her face. she relaxed seeing my aura stayed the same. How did you know she asked?
If you must know, I notice everything around me and especially suspicious persons like yourself. Some time ago when you were looking at me, you turned the other way because you didn't want our eyes to meet. you got shy and picked up your phone and from the way you sigh, I think there was no reception that's why you decide to engage in a conversation, but before that, you thought the conversation will lead to something you could use against me. Am I wrong?
You think you know it all.
There she is, you get defensive every time you are busted. You just turned off the recorder.
So will answer the question?
You should know this about me, I don't do jokes. Does that answer your question?
To be sincere I don't know. Who was it that came for you? was it because of me?
In a way, yes. They've been looking for me and no one knew where I was..., Oh, of cause. Grace.
Was it Madam Grace that sent the man?
No, but she just played a card I will make her regret.
Don't bother, just be thankful you are alive. Before you think of anything, know she's always a step ahead. whatever you plan, make sure you can survive it if it comes your way, believe me, it will. what makes you think she didn't send the guy?
I know it's not her style of solving problems, and besides the guy said something before he died.
What did he say?
He said, Pope.
hmm, there must be more to it.
Yes, but I couldn't understand so it's best not to think about it.
You can just ask your sister, we are almost at my family mansion please drop me at the gate.
You are coming with me, there are some things that have to be sorted out and you have to be there.
Don't you understand, she will find a way to get me killed if she sees me.
You gave her what she wanted, your debt has been paid.
And what is that?
Me.
How? she asked.
Has she ever told you she killed someone before? I asked.
Of course not, she's too clever to do that.
Then tell her you staged an accident for me at my apartment which I fell for. If she had anything to do with it she will never accept it so use that to your advantage. because of your actions, I was forced to claim my inheritance which was what she has always wanted.
What if she decides to revenge for trying to kill her brother, she won't buy it. I will just be giving her a reason to kill me.
You are not listening, like I said, it was staged, there was no real threat, that way your debt will be paid.
Oh, are you sure she will buy it?
One can't be too sure, but yes. Are you ever going to tell me what's the mysterious debt you owe?
You are going to find out eventually, but until then, no. They say your father was a conman but I never got to see that side of him but one thing I know, he was fun, he always have a smile on his face unlike you. you behave a lot like him especially the way you see things but you are no fun. You never smile or even joke. You must have taken that trait from your mother's side.
If you must know, my mother was also a fun person and so was I for a time.
What happened?
Let me just say, life happened. Don't forget you are supposed to be hating me not trying to know me.
You should hide your feelings all the time, sometimes it's good to tell others your story.
We are here. I hope you know what you have to say.
Yes.