"Hey!! Michael stay in there, don't come out son my father said silently in a way that only me could hear. He was still struggling with the unknown assassin's who's agenda is to kill my family. Bang! bang!!! my world's stops at that moment the gunshots was fired, does it mean my dad has been shot death?.
"Girraf our mission here is not yet completed without the son dead, but we have to leave because of the gunshots". Eliminating the boy is not really a big deal the guy who seems to be the leader of the group said in a murderous voice. Yeah we will come back for the boy when all the choas have died down, replied the second assign who's mere face can murder. Because he's damn ugly, the assassin's left after completing half of there mission. I couldn't come out my hiding place because i was scared to death, "why is everywhere dead quite"? Dad oh no! i quickly run out from my hiding. I scanned the whole room with my eyes within twenty seconds, but dad wasn't there" where's is he"? my sister!! oh no.. she was playing games at the veranda before the incident. As i was rushing to the veranda, i kicked something very hard, stiff and cold i winced in pain and bent over to remove the obstacles from my way.My vision becomes my dad was lying helplessly on the cold floor, common hope am not hallucinating again. Daddy please you have to wake up, the assassin's have gone, eight years old me. How will know that the hole am seeing in the center of his chest was a bullet that pierced into his heart. Dad!! Da.. please wake up as tears was streaming down from my cheeks like a flowing river. My vision is becoming more blurry," Samantha ! oh my God where's Samantha"? Samantha are you hiding? as i rush to the veranda where she was playing the game before the assassin's arrival. Reaching the veranda everywhere was dead quite, i look down at my feet only to see my beautiful big sister lying lifelessly with the same hole at the center of her chest just like dad. Something in little me was telling me that Samantha and dad is dead, "Dead" i realised the meaning of it, when Grandpa died. Mom said you will never see the person again. Samantha i rushed to her already cold and stiff body, please sister wake up so that you can help me to wake dad up. there's blood all over his body, but she remains mute. She's isn't replying me, "Mom" yes my mother, she's not back from the village. She's is coming back home today and father had arranged a mini welcome home party for her.
Now that the evil assassin's have put an end to all the plans, there's no more light at the end of the tunnel, everywhere is filled up with darkness. Dad is dead, Samantha is dead, Mom has not come back yet. who knows her fate now, probably dead, God please help your child as i cried out loud.
Mrs Veronica in her mid thirties, whom nature describe as an epitome of black beauty cajoin with a wonderful curvy shape has just arrived at the City market to pick some kitchen stuff. Since her father died, things has not been going well with the mother. she always sick but refused to be treated, she claims that she's missing her beloved late husband not sick. Mrs Veronica never skip to visit and check her up, as the first and only of the family. Her brothers are living a nonchalant lifestyle, they can't take good care of their mom. they have the mentality of only girls to take care of their mothers, which is very bad for humanity. Veronica scoofs as she remembers her brothers nonchalant behavior. " Why is the car suddenly getting hot?" seems like the a.c is not longer functioning. she checked it and found out that the a c is working and wonder why the car is hot. Mrs Veronica stops at the famous market in town, as she was getting down from the car, something fall From the back with a loud thud." What could that be"? she peeps through the car back window. seriously... "what could make this picture to fall", she said with akward daze. The picture was her husband and daughter om her graduation day." so strange" she said while opening the back door to pick up the picture. ohh .. It had weight because is laminated. Am still wondering why this picture will fall on its own, because it's obvious that the picture is balance on the place that it was kept. Mrs Veronica remembered that her family might be waiting for her, rush to inside the market that's filled with different kinds of people from different kinds of places, picked up the items she will need in the kitchen. I wasn't concentrating why driving, the hotness of my car is getting worst. I need to call the mechanic to check this up, is as if am at the doorpost of hell. When I arrived home expecting the gatekeeper to open the gate as he normally do, but to my outmost surprised the gate was wide open." Who does that"? I gurierd angrily.
"Why will Anthony live the whole compound exposed to the street, despite the Insecurities in this country. Seems like he doesn't value his job anymore. I brought down my food stuffs my car , Anthony! Anthony!!! antho.." what's wrong with this young idiot". He left the gate wide open and he's ignoring my calls. I drop my items besides my car, Anthony!!! I tried opening his room door, but it wasn't opening and the door isn't locked. What's holding the door inside, Anthony I know doesn't look like someone who plays pranks. He's so ambitious to play with his job, so Why all this drama. " I tried pushing the door again, this time around I invested all my strength to the door. Jesus!! Anthony!! no no...my goodness, seems like my eyes is playing pranks on me. I quickly check his pulse, but he's body is already cold and stiff. Anthony was shot to dealth, seldom there's danger inside. I quickly rush inside the house, to see my family Fate. my heartbeat increase to the highest , as it's gonna explode soon. I didn't have time to use the elevators, I ran upstairs missing my steps in the staircase. I entered in the sitting room and embrace my darkness, my Doom. My husband was lying lifelessly on the floor just like Anthony on the cold floor. "beloved belo..." I stuttered, please don't do this to me, am back love. don't you miss me? my crying increase to it's peak with my husband head on my laps. If a wife tears can bring her dead husband back to life, mine would have done it now. Something is missing, "my goodness!!" my children Michael and Samantha. I stand in an insane matter with tears streaming down like a river and check their rooms, but non of them where in. Are they dead? that was the question I refused to take the answer.