Beyond the shade episode 3

BEYOND THE SHADE
(Episode 3)
Story by O'nezer

Some minutes later, we approached a beautiful gate. The house within the fence was amazing. There were a few other houses on the street where the building was located, but this house was different in terms of its beauty.

As we got closer to the gate of the building, the gate gave way for the car to enter, and it was until we got inside I knew there was a Gate Guard with a remote for the gate.

"Welcome sirs." The Gate Guard said.

I guessed he was expecting us or maybe he knew why we were there.

"Make una come out gently without noise" Spider, as we have come to know him, said.

We moved into the house but what I was wondering about the whole time was why they would bring us to a beautiful mansion.

In a split moment, I had forgotten that I was kidnapped because even though my parents were moderately financially equipped, they made us the understand that our house was beautiful enough, but nothing had prepared me for a place big and beautiful as this.

One of the things that amazed me was how everything in the house had been programmed to a control unit that doors were sensitive to people's movement.

"Wow!" I exclaimed, unknowingly.

I looked around hoping to find a wall clock in hopes to know what the time was, I got a glimpse of a digital clock that sat high up on a wall shelf and it read 6:55pm.

It was then that I realised that I had been away from home,  without the knowledge of my parents for four hours.

Uncle Musa and I were taken to a room upstairs and we were told that we would be would be called upon in a few minutes.

 "Called upon?" I whispered.

A few minutes later, a fair complexioned, slim and tall lady with long braid tied at the back, came in.

 "What will you like to eat? I know it could have been a long journey coming down here." She asked calmly.

Uncle Musa who had had his head buried in his laps for a while now, and had been ignoring my questions, looked up, but as he was about to say something, he was taken aback.

He stood up abruptly and said, "Bukola, how did you get here? Is this where you work?"

Well, it seemed as if Uncle Musa knew this lady and I hoped she would at least tell us what was going on.
To my disappointment she said she could not tell us what was going on but she promised to come around later in the night to explain to us what's going on around here.

"Don't let anyone know that we know each other, I will find a way to help you out of here." She had said.

She went out and got us a couple of snacks to eat and we were left alone.

It was a quarter past 11pm when we heard a knock at the door, and honestly we weren't as scared as when we initially scared arrived.

Uncle Musa gathered up confidence while he tip toed to check through the door hole to see who the person was. Luckily for us, it was Bukola and we couldn't wait for her to tell us what was going on.

I could already picture in my head how worried mom and dad would have been. 'Would they be crying right now? Will my brother be asleep or awake? Would Onome and her parents already been notified already?...and many more question were going through my mind before Bukola asked about my welfare.

"I won't be staying long but just know that I will find a way to get you guys out of here." She said.
As she opened her mouth to continue, we heard a knock on the door.

"Open up!" Someone yelled.

Watch out for next episode.
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Beyond the shade

BEYOND THE SHADE
(Episode 2)

That Friday, the bell rung and you could feel the excitement in the air, in that our VS would be here in a few days time. Dan had finished his exams on Wednesday and since then, mom had been taking him along with her to her office.

If I hadn't been in Primary 5 or I hadn't going to have a few presentations at the end of the year program, I would also have a reason to not go to school till the Vs day.

Ever since Mr Tunde sudden disappearance, dad had either been asking his driver to come pick us and take us to mom's office or mom tried to close earlier to come and pick us at school.

That Friday, it was the driver that came to pick me. When he came, I had Onome, my friend with me. Onome was my closest female friend then. We attended the same church and our parents were friends. Whenever Onome's parent buys clothes or shoes for her, they sometimes buy mine, this showing how close our families were.

That same afternoon, Onome was with me but since her own house wasn't as far as mine, she dropped at the first junction right outside school.

As at the time she dropped, I was already dosing off. Uncle Musa on the other hand was trying to make me and Onome laugh by asking us to spell some words which we did and we would laugh when he couldn't spell a couple.

Ahead, as we were about taking the lonely path that led to mom's office, we could see three young guys about the ages 25-30 were stopping cars and were checking the car documents.

When It was now our turn, I thought it was the car documents they wanted until I noticed one of them checking his phone to confirm something.

The next thing they did was to open the car's rear door and instructed Uncle Musa to keep driving. Uncle Musa tried to argue and refuse but one of them gave him an heavy punch in his left eye. He obeyed and drove as instructed.

It had been an hour that we've been on the road and slowly we were driving out of the town where we could shout or seek for help. I wanted to shout, scream or maybe act funny but the fear of the punch kept me muted. If Uncle Musa could be injured in the eye just because he resisted, what would happen if I screamed. They would probably strangle me.

Suddenly a phone rang.

"Who get the phone wey dey ring?" one of the boys asked.

 I guessed it was mom that was calling already, but the guy that gave Musa a punch seemed to be really wicked.

"Don't pick that call." He said in a commanding tone, but uncle Musa dared to anyway. Before he could lift the phone up, he was served a slap.

The slap made uncle Musa loose control of the car for a moment and the car swerved left and right on the road before coming to a halt.

"Spider dey talk, you dey disobey. E be like say you no sabi person." The second boy said.

Some minutes later, we approached a gate. What I saw was astounding.

Watch out for what next

Beyond The Shade

BEYOND THE SHADE
(Episode One)
Story By O'nezer

'Sandra, hurry up and let's go to school' Mom said as she packed my lunch bag and that of dad.
"Won't you go to school?" she called out when she saw me dragging my feet and mumbling at the dinning room.

The car honk was blaring repeatedly outside as the time was already a quarter past 7. It was a usual thing in my house to all leave home at the same time and that Monday morning wasn't an exception.

As we hopped into the car to join dad, my little brother, Dan as he is fondly called was seated at the back.
Dan will be 6 years in a month while I will be 10 in 3 months.

My school was just a stone's throw from mom's work place.
Mom works at the Local Government not too far from our estate while Dad was a manager in a Real Estate firm.

Since mom's work place wasn't far from our school, Mr Tunde, the class teacher always drops us with bike everyday at mom's work before leaving for his house.

I didn't really know if it was fear that always made Mr Tunde put me and my little brother on the fuel tank of his bike rather than make us sit at the back. Mr Tunde was a really nice young and handsome, single man who couldn't have been more than 30 year old.

On one afternoon, Mr Tunde didn't come to school and we didn't have an access to a phone to call and inform our mother that no one would bring us over to her office.

We close in our school by 3pm every day while mom closes at work by 4pm. Since it was unusual to be at mom's work place nothing later than 3:30pm, she got worried and  came around to school to pick us up herself.

Dad had an official Toyota Camry car while he had his own personal black Lexus. The driver for the official car had been the one working with dad for almost 5 years and he had even become closer to the family beyond the driver-to-boss relationship.

Uncle Musa, as we always call him was a very friendly young man who had attracting eye balls and his gap tooth complimented his handsomeness, but the little me was only seeing a man who drives me and my family around.

Days rolled by and Mr Tunde still didn't come to school. No one seemed bothered about his absence, except me. On some days, I would go to where he used to park his bike just to see if he'll be there but I always ended up leaving with an uncertainty about setting  my eyes on Mr Tunde again.

I summoned the courage to walk up to the Headmistress, Mrs Ajani. She is a strict and unfriendly person. Her sight alone was enough to scare a pupil to the point of peeing on the body. I still don't know why she was feared that much, but I was sure she would have a soft spot.

Our break time was always 12:00pm to 12:30pm. Immediately the bell rang, I went to the HM to ask about Mr Tunde.

I knocked on the door of her office and she replied in a very low tone 'Whoever is there should come in please'. A part of me was scared and another part was trying to talk without losing my voice in the process of asking what should be none of my business.

'Sandra, how may I help you?' She said.
'Good afternoon, ma. I am here to ask of something ma' I replied calmly.

She asked me to go ahead in which I did.

'Oh, about Mr Tunde? He is no longer coming to this school again and the earlier he flee the better' the HM said as she raised her voice.

'Flee, for what?' I asked myself.
'What's going on, ma?' I faced her again with the hope that she wouldn't flare up.

The principal couldn't give me much details maybe because of my young age but still, I left her office more pained because I was now certain that our Mr Tunde won't be coming again and no one was ready to answer why!

It was the last week of the term which was my last term in primary school. We were preparing for our Valedictory Service. Activities of different kind was going on in school.

The jingle of the bell was what stopped us every day from different rehearsals.

Our VS was to come up on the Thursday of the following week, but on the Friday of the last week, something happened.

Guess what it is?
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OPEN LETTER TO FRIENDS

OPEN LETTER

Dear You,

I hope this letter meet you well? As much as I won't like to bore you with long talk, find below what I want to tell you👇

It has gotten to that stage where you have to sanitize what you call your circle of friends regardless of how long you've been coming together. This action doesn't make you ungrateful to those that stood when others left or shame those who left when needed most. This is just something for your growth and peace of mind which shouldn't be too much to risk doing.

There is this general quote that talks about 'you only live once' I hope you remember that we also die once but the worst of it is when you are now dead while alive, just breathing and wandering clueless just because of your choice of friendship circle

I believe one of the growth we all should be glad and happy about is when you let those who are meant to go to actually go rather than playing along in the friendship and deep down, you know its not benefiting you anyways. Grow up and move on, don't get stuck in playing along, it won't take you no where.

What impart is this person making in your life? Why do you still have them on your list? You don't like someone or something, yet you will be the one to ask about them around to be sure if they are talking about you- Joblessness of the highest level.

Why keep them when they ain't doing you any good? Negative vibe, set them free. Toxic friendship/relationship, cut them off and in the process of doing all this, reexamine yourself too and be sure you ain't the toxic one and I hope you stop the nonsense mentality of 'take and love me as I am or watch me as I go' Go, I beg of you, just go if you can't grow and appreciate your scars. Rather than work on getting better, you are looking for who to take nonsense. Grow up don't just grow old please, you will be glad you did.

Friendship is sweet even tho what we call friendship as a kid isn't what it is right now. Friendship that will make you fight now and sworn never to play with that person again but still go back and call that friend to come and see your new toy or your new shoes but now, a lot is living in fear of who is who and who to call friends when those who suppose to have your back are the one giving out your back out on a cheap price.

At this point, everyone should know who to shake and who to hold. Do what's needful and be prayerfully intentional about it. It may not be easy but some risk still worth taking!

May we find ourselves in the circle of those who will uplift and make us not in the circle of those that will mar us. Amen

It will worth something thinking about anyways. Have a wonderful day ahead!

Yours brotherly
O'nezer
25-07-2019

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