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“THE INHUMANE AUTOBIOGRAPHY ” Episode 1

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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Temi Badmus
Temi Badmus
Temi Badmus is a Food scientist and an Art enthusiast. Her desire is to give a listening ear to people and to give an opportunity for everyone to be heard. Has any one told you that you are special? Yes, you are. You were beautifully designed, you are relevant to this generation and very special to me.
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