Billonaire's Vengeance

ther had been admitted. Out of all the twelve apartments on the block, my sister’s apartment was u

nd night club, at the end of the street. I soon entered the taxi cab which was painted blue and white and shut the door, while thinking of Casablanca which in the next seven to eight hours would come ‘alive.’ Th

Clinic, and looked around before easing into the building. I soon met a beautiful lady at the reception who asked me to sit down after I explained the purpose of my visit to her. I sat down with my two palms on my knees looking

to be in a hurry, as I walked beside her like an obedient tot. We soon stopped at a do

ing that will make her a

beside my mother’s bed while looking at her face and the white

I stood up immediately and placed two extra pillows underneath he

turned towards me and reached for my left hand, which I didn’t wait for her to hold, before I quickly held hers. “What I’m going

and powerful…in return, he was to kill a certain category of persons with a special sword, as c

his planet can save me from death…” She coughed slightly, as I looked at the door, ho

I whispered to her. “You’

e spread by you anywhere around the Abonemma Water Front.” She forced a weak smile, and soon discovered my concealed apprehens

about to die, with the belief his life would be elongated

the ceiling. “The only ‘problem’ there is that you must join eta befo

. “The eta cult destined him to die at sixty-three,” she turned to look at me as tears welled up in

mummy; since he’s dead I guess y

n’t understan

lier, okay?” I heard and understood clearly, everything my mother had divulged to me in this clinic, but funny enough, the aura of unbelief was clearly around me. I stood up and looked at her once beautiful and radiant face, as I realised at that moment, that I’d finally known ever

empty drip sachet, and carefully with a methylated spirit soaked cotton wool,

d, which made me understand the hopeless state of my mother’s situation, courtesy of my late father. Soon, she

er death. To my surprise, she affirmed it with a smile and waited patiently till I left the room. I turned round, with my hand on the doorknob ready to go, when I heard a

she didn’t mention anything about my sister until now. I cared less about her at

morning for an official assignm

you to do with my body when I’m gone…if y

nurse chipped. My mother ignored the f

ld be lacking the breath of life. I was very sure of that. As I walked through the last corridor towards the exit, I discarded every feeling of pride, power, affluence and influence I once possessed, and felt a sudden surge of strength for my mother. Not for the late coward who’d desperately sacrificed h

to her.” I didn’t doubt the nurse for a moment, because I knew the day she was brought to th

y eyes remained on the Holy Bible she gave to me. Inside, my name was inscribed on the first page with gold print. I was still tu

o my son, I want Jesus to help him get r

bly when the buyer went there on pilgrimage. I was shocked to realise that my late father did not find any fulfilment in being wealthy, as he’d once described eta as ‘r

ed the road and walked till I was near the junction. As soon as I arrived at my sister’s apartment, I decided I was going to take my time in finding out everything I could about eta, and wait till my mother went to the great beyond before I’d take the next step. After crossin

in the dining room, before taking off my shirt. I soon opened a cupboard where Boma kept most of her books and stationeries, took out a sheet of printing paper, a dictionary and a pen. I was about to retu

the words whose meaning I’d checked in the dictionary and on the internet. Most of them were irrelevant to my ‘investigation’ as my mind kept going back to my former course mate – Timothy Iyonvbere, who, from trudging the dusty roads of Port Harcourt, was now swimming in money. It wasn’t a surprise to me that m

t, the ‘liquid fire’ was felt fr

ch I kept reading over and over again. Ten minutes later, I shut the fat book returned it to its place, stood up, pushed the chair inside and threw the shirt I’d worn to the hos