"Where I'm I?"
Agbaja asked a question that was answered with a loud slap. His eyes were covered with a piece of clothe and his mouth too. He hears a voice of a tortured girl too. He wondered were it could be but yes,he knew that this must be a kidnappers den. Standing in a queue to meet another death. This time I may lose and won't see death anymore. And I will rest and reassociate with my family again, he said to himself.
"Now listen,any stupid movement you make here or be it a speech,it can possibly be your last", a man uttered as he's trying to untie Agbaja's eyes.
Though his eyes were already untied,for the next three minutes,he couldn't see anything. Until a voice said ,now eat your food. then he opened his eyes, and recalling that it's not that he couldn't see all these while but just that he couldn't remember to open his eyes. He glared at the food. It's a pounded yam and Ogbono. A draw soup famous to the Igbos. Agbaja was not used to it.
Even though he had learnt everything about the Igbo's. A story said that her mother was one of the Pakistani refugees,who ran for their life when the Pakistani war was at it's peak and that she was with Agbaja when she arrived Umuoba community. And another story said that when Agbaja's mother stayed for a year in Igbo land,she had learnt much Igboic lifestyle, she begun to live like them, woke up in the morning and say 'Ututu oma' instead of Good morning. Eat Akpu and egwusi instead of biryani or qorma and to dance Atilogwu, instead of bhangra or khattak, and to serve a Chukwuokike instead of Allah. Wearing wrapper and buba instead of hijab and Abaya. That's when Obiozo, Agbaja's father admired her and had introduced her to his parents who rejected her. Therefore, Against his parents and the whole village's disagreement, Obiozo went ahead and married Fatima and they gave birth to Agbaja the following year.
But the first story seemed more true because Agbaja looks more Arabian than a black. His fair and exceptional colour similar to the white race and totally different from the fair of the black men. His pointed nose and small rounded face and his wavy hair, instead of the wooly black one. But any of them can be true but the only uncovered story is that his mother was part of the Pakistani refugees. even stranger were aware of that one.
He used his feet to shift the food to the other side and glare at the whole place. Now, it's already dotted to him that it's a kidnappers den. Human skull and bones were littered at the whole place. He glare at the seven men in the den, they all looks alike,huge, notorious,and with bushy beard and as black as charcoal with jackets and shot guns on their hands. He glared and saw two other boys that accompanies a girl from the tick forest approaching the den, The girl,a teenager with a small face,dark in completion and beautiful cheeks. And had dressed like a noble fellow.
"Where did you people go to, Jaguar?" One of the men who seems like the baron of them all thundered.
And one of the two boys responded and had said that the girl wanted to defecate. And he retained his seat and had ordered them to give her food. She gave no hesitation but gulp the whole food in ajiffy. They glared at Agbaja and thundered why he haven't eaten his own yet. He kept mute. One of the men took the food and started forcing it down to Agbaja's throat. Agbaja open his mouth a little bit, his eyes closed a bit and unravel like the fading sky, he turn a staggering shift and had kicked the man in the balls and he fail and crawl like a shot lion on the ground wailing. He stood immediately,made through the wooden door and dash in the forest with the speed of a cheetah and they went after him.