A humble rich man,who gave a smiling dirty beggar like me a thousand naira note as an alm made me remember history.My name is clarion,I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth but today,am a beggar whose beautiful eyeball are not noticed by people because the odour from my body won’t let you come two metre close to me,neither are my lovely dimple noticed,they were destroyed by injury gotten from trash can.This is my story.
In the nineties,their lived a rich man whose name is wilange Williams,the richest man in the city of Toronto,Canada.He was married to a very beautiful woman whose name I choose to withhold,both was blessed with two lovely children,Clarion and David williams.
Am are a young,beautiful,talented and adventurous lady,so is my brother.we love fun,less work much fun” that was our motto.
We travels to different country to have fun with different guard to watch over us.
During our university days,I and my brother would saddle money like it plucked from a tree,we believe it does grow from a tree anyway. dad provided it in surplus.
On 19th feb 1993,I,my brother with my boyfriend took a flight to one of the western country,whose history we read that an average person on the road here is likely to be a cannibal but we want to adventure on it,we landed feb 20th one o’clock am,we were welcomed with loving arms,we visited forests,rivers and shrines.
On the tenth of march 1993,we visited a place called”hell paradise”a place where people are allowed to have the weirdest fun you could think of,but this fateful day we were druged.On waking up we met ourselve in cave’fun of human heads,rotten leg with maggot swimming out of it,we saw sharp instrument for butchering,smoothing matchet with glitering edge,curved point and a smooth wooden handle,my brother was tied right hand side to me but my boyfriend’Raymond was no way to be found.I knew I can never lose him’it not possible so I thought,suddenly a man with a chisel teeth came in,oblong face,his hair is like thread roped to a dried waste,his teeth were almost the colour a red dyed clothe would have when forgotten in heavy dye,he brought out a saw-like matchet,he moved closer to me but my brother screamed”don’t touch her,kill me instead”the man looked satisfied as even killing a female being is an abomination to him”which of it is not an abomination anyway?”he placed the saw-like matchet on david’s neck I could feel the tension he applied on his jugular,I only saw David’s head on the floor with blood gushing out of his jugular a munite later….I was dead here already am just breathing because my heart refuse to fail me,he cut David’s ear ,throw it into his mouth and ate with great satisfaction,suddenly I heard a gun shot at the door,the man with the chisel teeth was down and here is my hero”Raymond standing beside me.
I felt I must avenge the death of my brother afterall he’s dead so I picked up the saw-like matchet and cut my brother’s killer’s head also.
We were able to escape to various point,until when we got to this part where the cannibals here knew we are not a part of them…we don’t know what we were into yet but they are ready to show us what we are into
To be continued.