A humble rich man, who gave a dirty smelling beggar like me a thousand naira note as alms, made me remember history. My name is Claron. I was born with a silver spoon. But today, I am a beggar whose beautiful eyeball is not noticed by people due to the smell that ooze from my body. Coming two meter close could give a fever, depending on how easily irritated you get. My lovely dimples were destroyed by injury gotten from trash can. This is my story.
In the nineties, there lived a wealthy man named Wilange Williams, in the city of Toronto, Canada. He married a beautiful woman with a confusing figure. Both lived a happy life with a home full of great kids; David and I. I am a beautiful, talented and adventurous young lady; so is my brother. We travel to different countries to have fun, with money and guards around, watching over us. During our University days, we lavishly spend money like it’s plucked from a tree because Daddy provided it in surplus.
On the 19th February1993, my brother, my lover and I decided to go on an adventurous vacation. We read about an African country full of cannibals and we decided to visit it. We boarded a flight and landed on the 20th February at about a minute past one. We visited shrines, rivers and thick forests.
On the tenth of March 1993, we visited a place called “HELL PARADISE”. A place anyone could see people practicing weird forms of fun. We entered and saw an old man, about seventy years, dancing carelessly with a young lady. We had fun, we danced and then something happened the next day.
I did not wake on a bed the next day. My arms were aching like they were tied to something. I opened my eyes, my head was hurting. I tried to recover from the pain and check where I was, all I could see was human heads, with blood littered on the floor. Sharp tools for butchering, smoothening knife like saw, some tools I don’t know, but have curved edges stained with blood. I raised my head and saw my brother tied about ten meters away from me. But my lover, I couldn’t see. He is not dead! I screamed from within, from the look on my brother’s face, I felt the world was crashing. All of a sudden, the door was opened, a man with a chisel teeth entered, should I say fang? He walked towards 0me; there was a fight between my belly and throat. He brought out a hatchet and switched on the radio, the sound was so loud; I died inside knowing that he was preparing it for me. Destiny took a change, he moved towards my brother who was scared to death but I could see it in his eye that he would rather act like a man. The strange man placing the saw-like tool on my brother’s jugular, I could feel the tension he put in it, my brother was helpless, the next thing I remembered was blood gushing out of his neck, he threw my brother’s head toward me and my heart was hot and falling out, I actually thought I was dead until when I saw the satisfactory look on this strange man’s face. Out of nowhere I heard a gunshot. The strange man, with chisel tooth, was down with blood flowing out of his head. Raymond, my fiancé, showed up. He untied me and we hurried to leave but I could not leave my brother’s body there. I was trying to carry him when Raymond dragged me away. I cried so hard but it was just too late to redeem his life, I picked up the saw-like tool and made a run with my fiancé
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