CHAPTER 13: WHO AM I?

Chapter 13

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Fredrick was nothing but an angel. I couldn’t stop staring at him as he drove after we left the motel. He joked a lot and made me feel loved. I was already missing David- I never told Fredrick about whose David father was. I simply told him that David’s father left me when I got pregnant and he never showed up. Fredrick told me not to worry about that, he said he would come visit me in Mexico.

‘I want you to come.’ I told him.

‘Where? Mexico?’ He smiled.

‘Yes. With this money, we could pay your debt and still have a good life.’

‘We could?’ He asked and I nodded.

He laughed. ‘No, we couldn’t.’ He dampened my hope. ‘You don’t know how this works. Escobar will collect his five million dollars, alright, but he won’t let me out. He’s going to come back for more.’

‘You owed another guy? Escobar?’

‘No, Honey…’

My heart leaped when he called me ‘honey,’ he continued…

‘… Escobar is the name of the drug Lord that I owed 5 million dollars. The same reason I fled here- to America.’ He chuckled.

‘Then, let’s give him ten million.’ I said, without thinking about it. ‘Five for what you owe and five to get out of the game.’

Fredrick slowed down the car and pulled over. He kissed me gently and smiled.

‘You have a good heart, Cindy, but it isn’t going to work.’

‘Why?’

‘If Escobar reckoned we got that much to pay, he’s going to come on us like the heavens and ensured that he collected everything. This is America, I want to stay here, sweetie.’

‘Then, let’s give him everything. I still got some cash stashed in my old house…’

‘You do?’

I explained the stashed cash in the cistern, back at Harry’s house.

Fredrick smirked. ‘It’s been more than a year now, we couldn’t just go up there. The house could have been sold or the money found by someone else. Probably a squatter.’

‘Listen Fredrick. No one’s going to see the money and the house would probably be overgrown by shrubs now. The house is untouchable- Jose, Harry’s lawyer, told me that the house is untouchable. It’s going to crumble, right there. Harry willed it to himself. Nobody should touch it, fifty years after his death. He said, Harry believed he would still live in it for some decades.’

‘So, the house is probably haunted?’ Fredrick joked.

I punched him playfully. ‘No! Haunted? Do you believe in ghosts?’ I asked.

‘I was just joking.’

Fredrick agreed on the deal, and we set on to Mexico. Along the way, I described Harry’s house and where I kept the cash.

‘How much is it?’

‘I didn’t count it. But the wads are in ten thousands and I believed I took more than twenty wads.’
Fredrick whistled. ‘That’s more than two hundred thousand dollars?’

I shrugged.

‘I think we can survive with that.’ Fredrick said and I felt so happy within me.

He dipped his hands in his pocket and brought out a small tablet.

‘Here, take it. It will help you sleep.’

‘But…’

‘You still think I want to run away with your money?’ He laughed. “It is okay if you…’

‘No!’ I stopped him. ‘It’s not even that at all. I just felt I needed to be awake.’

‘You already told me where to go. I want you to sleep while I drive. You need it.’

I nodded and took it from him. I sighed, chewed and swallowed.

‘It’s okay, okay? You are safe.’ He said, and started the engine.

I smiled and we turned back the car. Our next stop would be Harry’s place. He couldn’t have guessed how happy I was. To finally meet someone who I would love and who is willing to love back. I starred in his eyes as he concentrated on diving, until I drifted into the dreamland. In my dream, I saw Fredrick and I got married. It was beautiful and flowers were everywhere. David wore a suit and came with his girlfriend. But His girlfriend was Anita, my old neighbour back in Mexico. She was twenty one years of age when I fled, but he and David seemed like they were sixteen years, so, I never bothered, even when David was supposed to be just three years old.

As we pose for the picture, one of the photographer moved closer to be and asked me to smile. I couldn’t have smiled better. But suddenly, he was Carlos, and he laughed at me. I was scared because I felt he wanted to tell Fredrick that he was David’s father. I pushed Fredrick aside and Carlos smashed my face with the Camera. I couldn’t fight back, I was scared of him- he was to me, a ghost. He raised his hands again and slapped me hard, across my face.

‘Wake up, you bitch!’ Carlos shouted as he punched me harder in the jaw.

I opened my eyes and closed it again. It looked like I have been drugged. I was dead tired. I could feel the pain, but I couldn’t do a thing.

‘Leave her the fucck alone!’ I could hear Fredrick shout. ‘It’s me you wanted, not her. Let her go!’

Immediately I heard his voice, I realised I was no more in a dream. I wasn’t being punched by Carlos. I opened my eyes and the horror starred back at me. I saw two guys hold Fredrick, each arm with each guy. The third one pointed a gun on his head.

‘No!’ I screamed. ‘Let him go!’

I rolled over and for the first time, I could see exactly where we were. We were no more on the road but off it, by the side of an untarred road. My car was parked at the other side of the road while theirs was in its front. It was clear they forced Fredrick to stop. The car was dented and the fender had fallen off. There was a bullet hole by its side too.

‘Bitch, what drug were you on?’ The guy who has been hitting me asked. ‘I have dragged you out of the car, beat on you like hell before you could wake up!’ He smiled. ‘You didn’t even open your eyes while we were chasing your boyfriend off the road?’

‘Please, let him go. We have money?’ I pleaded.

‘Of course, we are going to take everything, including your boyfriend.’ He answered straight-out and ordered Fredrick to be put in the car trunk.

The guys started to beat him. I couldn’t do a thing. One of the guys went over to my car trunk, brought out my bag and gave it to the supposedly leader. He ransacked it and came to me.
‘I believe this is yours?’ He said and dropped my phone by my side.

I looked at him and he smiled. ‘Your boyfriend wanted us to give it to you. He pleaded to give you some cash too. He said you’ll be stranded. I disagree, you have nice features, and you will probably found your way home.’

‘Please, let him go. You can take the money. All of it!’ I pleaded.

‘That’s funny, because, he said the same thing. But, me, I would take the money, but Escobar wanted his head and not the money.’ He paused, ‘though, we would take the money too.’ He took out the brown envelope in my bag, opened it and whistled. ‘So much cash in here! You know what, I am going to be generous.’ He threw some bills on me. I didn’t even look at it, I just pleaded unto his deafened ears.

‘Let’s go!’ He ordered. ‘Throw him in the trunk!’ He said as he moved towards them.

I watched a beaten Fredrick being dropped into the trunk like a log. The leader brought out his gun as he approached the trunk and cocked it loudly. My mind went into a rage. I got to my feet and ran towards him. Shouting for him to stop. As I approached him, one of them crossed me with a blow to my stomach. I doubled up, and an uppercut across my face sent me into the air and I flattened my back against the floor. I groaned. Right there, in my pain, I saw him move over to the trunk and fired three shots in different directions. I screamed but was too hurt to stand up.

‘Sorry Bitch', he shouted out at me and sheathed his gun, ‘that’s the last time you would be seeing him.’ He announced.

I watched them drove away in both cars with the dead body of Fredrick in their trunk!

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CHAPTER 12: WHO AM I?

WHO AM I?

Chapter 12

I continued in prostitution and I used the money to buy my baby needs. I stopped when the belly was seven months and prepared myself for delivery. My mom and I weren’t as close as before and I didn’t give a fucck anymore. She said Carlos said I had to leave the house after I gave birth to my baby. He said he couldn’t afford to feed another mouth after I rejected the option to give up the baby for adoption.

The last months of my pregnancy was tough as hell. Both of them showed nothing but hatred. I could only be thankful that I had some cash stashed away. I fed myself, most of the times. It would have been better if I left the house, but I had nowhere to go. None of the guys wanted a pregnant lady as a girlfriend- I understood that. I became a damaged goods and it was more hell, walking the same neighbourhood I once walked like a queen, as a pregnant beggar.

My water got broken at the tenth month and I gave birth to David. Surprisingly, Carlos said I could stay. My mom was happy and she took care of the baby herself. Within two weeks, I was back to shape and was ready to hit the street to provide for myself and David. I did every exercise against the doctor’s instruction to rest for some weeks and in no time, I was the same old Rosa. Tall, beautiful, full lips, flowing black hair, wide hips, soft round butt, long fingers and clean nails. I was back to my full beauty, only with full and bigger better boobs!

I was adoring myself in the mirror, one day, getting ready for the evening, to get to work, when Carlos came inside with my baby.

‘Where’s mom?’ I asked as I collected my baby from him.

He was staring at me and I was scared, but more scared to show it.

‘What do you want, Carlos?’ I managed to say.

‘You know what I want, Rosa.’ He smiled from where he leaned against the doorway.

‘Please, don’t do this. Please!’ I begged. My voice was shaking, I was betrayed by it.

He closed the door and locked it. I started to beg and held the baby against my chest as a shield. I was sure that he wouldn’t attack me with the baby at hand, but I was mistaken. Carlos charged at me like a bull. He struggled to yank the baby away from me but I held him tight. He pulled the baby with one hand and punched me continuously in my face until I let go. I crashed against the mirror and it shattered. The shards rained all over me, where I lay.

Carlos threw the crying baby on the bed like it was never alive and pulled me by my hair, dragging me on the floor as I bruise myself against the shards of the shattered mirror. I screamed as my path left trails of blood as he dragged me along. He punched me again and again until I was helpless. My vision was blur, my head was banging as I watched him unbuckle his belt. He pulled down his pants and started to unbutton my jean. I tried to hold his hands but he punched me twice again and I fainted.

Minutes later, I came back with voices in my head. First, it was the sharp pitched voice of David, crying. Then I could hear mom and Carlos argue.

‘Why the fucck will you break down my fuckin door?’ Carlos shouted at mom, who was also shouting back!

‘What are you doing? Why is my daughter lying naked on the floor?’

‘I thought I sent you to the grocery store, you idiot?’ Carlos screamed.

‘So, you can do what? Why are you even wearing your trouser in half? What is this, Carlos?’

Carlos charged at mom and slapped her hard across her face! Mom turned to protect David as Carlos raised his arm for another blow, and slammed herself against the door frame, which ricocheted both mom and David in different directions. David wailed and I started to cry. I could hear my mom scream and David wail. Somehow, those gave me strength. I pulled myself up and didn’t bother to cover my nakedness. It was apparent he was already in the act when mom interrupted him- I could feel it between my thighs.

I held on to a long sharp shard of glass as I crawled towards the wife-beater! Mom was trying to fight back. David was screaming hard. I drew more strength within and got to his back. Mom was already helpless-she lay still with a swollen face as Carlos continued plummeting her face. I climbed on his back and before he could swung me aside, I stabbed him in by the side of his neck with the shard. I held onto it as he struggled to be free- swinging like a pendulum. I stabbed him again and again, screaming in fulfilment and glued to his back like a laughing bad-advice, after a consequent.

Carlos was strong. He stood up and rammed me against the wall. I screamed but I refused to let go. I held on to the shard on his neck and held it in place; pressing it hard. With me on his back, he ran towards the flat screen TV and slammed me against it. This time, I fell off his back.
‘Bitch!’ He said huskily. ‘You are fucking dead!’ He sprinkled out blood from many places through his neck as he talked.

I couldn’t explain where the strength came from, I charged towards him and pushed him hard. He tripped against a furniture and fell flat on his face. I grabbed a shard from the TV screen and stabbed him again- right beside his ears as he was trying to stand. He stood still… and fell back. I starred at his dead body, face down. His hands on the shard in his neck, I felt relieved.

Suddenly, it dawned on me that David was no more crying.

‘David!’ I screamed and sprang on my feet.

But I stopped immediately as I was faced with my mom with a clam face, with David in her hands, sleeping peacefully.

‘Mom…’ I wanted to explain.

‘I know, I know.’ My mom interrupted.

‘He raped me!’

‘I know, baby.’ My mom said. She spread her other hand and I curled myself into it.

‘I killed him.’ I cried softly.

‘It is okay, Rosa. Don’t think about that.’

‘Mom…’

‘Look at me. Go inside, pack your things and go to my brother, Pablo. U know him?’
I nodded.

‘Good. Tell Pablo exactly what happened and he is going to come take care of this mess. I will take care of David. You need to leave. Pablo will get you to the America.’

‘Mom…’

‘Listen to me, Rosa. You need to get your head cleared. Get out, now!’

And that was it. I never told my mom that the child belongs to Carlos, the jerk. Pablo got me to America, and that was the start a new really fuccked up life- the same one you have been reading about!

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CHAPTER 11: WHO AM i?

Chapter 11

I came into the America through the most inhumane way I could think of. I left my child, a product of rape, in Mexico, to look for a greener pasture and escape the cruel work of my hands. David, my son, didn’t even know me. I had to abandon him, a week after I gave birth to him, to flee to America.

My mother remarried when I was fourteen, but she ended up marrying a jerk who beats her up almost every day. My mom wasn’t even working, and Carlos, my step dad, didn’t relent in reminding her of how he feeds her and me, the slut. That’s the name he always calls me, even though, at that time, I was virgin. Nobody believed I was a virgin anyways.

Then, a time came that my mom was in a coma- Carlos ensured that. He lied to the paramedics that she feel from the stairs. I was right inside my room when they began their usual arguments. I couldn’t know what caused the arguments because for a while, they were busy having sex and my mom was screaming for more- she always does that, to my amusement.

When the arguments began, I took my headphone and sealed off my ears with a song from Tupac Amaru Shakur. I was sure that within minutes, the arguments would be over with- as always. And mom would always wake up the next day with a black eye and a smile on her face, inviting everyone for dinner! But that day was different. I woke up and couldn’t found my mom- not in the kitchen or her room.
Carlos came in later and told me that my mom had an accident and she had been admitted into the hospital. I ran to the hospital and found her there, right on the bed, lifeless like a log of wood. I cried and screamed at her that I have told her to leave that dick of husband. But mom has always talked about divorce not being an option.

I got home and charged towards Carlos. He was fast, we ducked and gave a slight push that sent me crashing into the furniture. Before I could say jack, Carlos pinned me down and punch the living hell out of me. I begged him to stop but he didn’t until I passed out. I woke up later with a swollen face, a black eye and a sharp pain between my legs. I slip my hands under my skirt and realized that my pants were gone! The fear of my thought made me slid my hands further in, it was wet, with my blood. Carlos had raped me. I rushed to the door and pulled at it, screaming and slamming it with my fist. The door was locked. I cried and cursed without a reply.

For weeks, Carlos chained me in the basement and raped me continuously. I was constantly drugged. Even when I was observing my period, the jerk never stopped. I was locked up and couldn’t go to school. He told everyone that I absconded. Then one day, he said to me after the usual forceful sex, that he would let me go if only I keep my mouth shut. I agreed and he said if I told my mom, he would kill us both. I believed him. Who wouldn’t? Carlos was huge, incomplete set of teeth, a thug and a bully with a scare face and bullet wound scars.
‘How’s my mom?’ I asked in a faint voice.

‘She would be discharged tomorrow.’ He said as he climbed the stairs of the basement. ‘I told her you ran away from the house. I guess it wouldn’t be bad if I told her you are back, right?’ He smiled.

I nodded slowly as I removed the unlocked shackles from my feet. It was bruised and swollen with puss.

‘You got a story?’

I nodded again.

‘Good. I don’t want to hear it. Go upstairs and take your bathe- you stink. It’s been three months!’ He said without remorse.

I started to cry. Three months of my life wasted in the basement. Raped and drugged every day.

Mom came back home, I couldn’t even face her. For some reason, I was guilty and felt she would see what I have been up to, right in my eyes- so, I avoided eye contact. Carlos acted normal and was all over mom like he was nice to have her back. Maybe he forgot that he was said that he wished my mom would not come back so that he could rape me all his life!

One month after I was released from captivity, I fell sick. The doctor said I was two months pregnant. I fainted- it was Carlos’s. My mom was disappointed in me. The story was that I got impregnated when I ran away from home. To make it worse, abortion was illegal and that makes it expensive! Mom, a staunch catholic, refused to support abortion and Carlos scorned me with a smirk every time.

He would always slip into my room and threaten me not tell mom. If I did, he would kill us both. I just had to believe him because he was a devil. What he did to me for three months would testify to that. I was helpless and the abomination grew inside of me; against my will. I did nothing but cried. Then I tried to prostitute to raise the cash. I would walk for two miles every day to the basketball court in the neighbouring town- every night to flaunt my beauty. There was always one, who would be willing to pay for sex. I had sex in toilets, bushes, on the car trunk, in the car and so on, but no one ever paid me enough. They practically fucck’d me but I never got paid for the money we agreed on!

Within a month, everyone at the court already knew who I was and they took me for granted because they told each other that I was a dunce who get fuccked but never get paid. I told myself to quit after I got beaten thrice for asking for my money after sex. I counted the money on me. I was sure it was enough, so, proceeded to a doctor, who told me that I haven’t even made half of what I needed. I broke down in tears and had no choice but to keep the baby. It was already four months old.

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CHAPTER 10: WHO AM I?

CHAPTER 10

Fredrick took the wheels after the constant glitches of my gory past kept on flooding my eyes with tears, causing me to veer off the road two more times. Fredrick spoke softly and it didn’t took long before I confided in him. We made many stops along the highway and made love in the car, on its trunk, twice as much we stopped.

He didn’t flinch or appeared to be surprised when I told him about the millions in the truck. He only smiled and made me understand that he’s handled more than that until he had to flee for his life.

I was asleep by the time we arrived at a highway motel. I woke up the next morning in fear. I was naked. The realization of being duped dawned on me when I found myself, alone in the bed. I knew it was a mistake to have told him about the money- now, he has absconded with it, I thought to myself.


I clamped my head in my hands and the coldness of my scalp against my hands reminded me of my wig. I quickly scanned the room, left and right and I found it, carefully hanged on the coat hanger. My clothes too. I just hoped he paid for the room before he left, lest I be harassed by the receptionist. I didn’t want to cry- my body ached and I was very weak. My mind went back to the cash I stashed inside the cistern at Henry’s house, but I was sure I would be caught, if I made such a move.

Slowly, I dragged myself from the bed. No sooner had my feet touched the ground, I slumped on the polished floor. The realisation of being an idiot made me cry. Now, I had to look for a way to escape into Mexico and start a life in penury.

‘My bag, my bag.’ I mustered the strength to talk.

At the thought of ‘penury’, I realised that I had some fifteen thousand dollars that I put in my handbag, to cater for my spending while I move, so I won’t be opening the suitcase. Strength came to me, suddenly, and I ran around the room, looking for my bag.

‘Thank God!’ I whispered as I found it, tucked right inside the wardrobe.

I opened it immediately and there was my gun, my Jewries, my hydrofluoric jar, my phone (switched off), three hundred dollars and…

‘My car key!’ I screamed as I pulled that out.

The fifteen thousand, careful wrapped in a brown envelope, was gone. But a quick calculation of my Jewries could fetch me at least, seven thousand dollars, if punked. I wrapped myself in the bathroom robe and ran downstairs to where my car was parked. I disarmed the car alarm as I approached it and opened the trunk with the car key. My heart beat very fast as I approached the opened trunk. I was sure I wouldn’t find it there- Fredrick would have stolen it, but I proceeded anyways. I moved slowly but steadily until I realised that I was fooling myself- the trunk was empty.

I kicked the car tyre in anger and went back upstairs. Wearing a frown of anger and rage, with a broken toenail and a throbbing toe, I started to pack my bags. When I was done, I grabbed my car keys and made to exit the room. As I held on to the door latch, I took one last glance around the room. My eyes caught my reflection from the window glass. I released the latch and moved towards it to have a proper look at my sorry self. I took my time to cry.

'Cindy, you are a fool.' I told myself. 'Lucy was more committed and wouldn't have been such an idiot!'

I braced up myself and left the room. As I approached the reception, I was prepared to be confronted.

‘Ma’am.’ The receptionist said as I approached her.

‘I know.’ I quickly said. ‘How much is your money?’

‘Two hundred dollars, Ma’am. The guy said you would pay.’

‘That’s what I intended to do.’ I managed a smile and counted the money and paid without a tip.

‘Thank you Ma’am.’ He smiled. ‘Do come next time.’

‘Oh… I will.’ I lied.

I was eager to leave, so I walked faster. I got to my car and started the engine. As I shifted the gear, there was a knock on my window. I couldn’t believe who was smiling so broadly at through the glass. I rolled down the window.

‘Going without me?’ Fredrick beamed.

My heart leaped. I was frozen. Some minutes ago, I felt I would shoot him on sight, but now, I wasn’t sure.

‘I go get us some breakfast.’ He raised the paper bag to my face. ‘Some groceries for us.’ He smiled.

I was still silent, thinking this was a dream.

‘And hey,’ he took out the brown envelop that contains my fifteen thousand dollars from his back pocket and showed it to me, ‘I took this along. You were dead asleep and I didn’t want those thieving hotel attendants sneak in and steal your money. I left so!e three humdreds dollars in case i was late and you needed to order something while I was gone- did you see it?’

I just froze there like a statue, didn't know what to say. My hands on the gear stick, my eyes stuck on him.

'Cindy, what happened?'

‘Fredrick…’ I muttered, close to tears.

‘What? You coming or what?’ He smiled and started going back to the hotel.

I killed the engine and quickly followed him. I wiped my tears and was ashamed of myself. Then I remembered my suitcase- he must have it too.

I entered the room just when he was unpacking the food.

‘Fredrick, you could have woken me.’

‘No, I couldn’t. I just wanted you to sleep. You were so tired.’

I went to him and held him with all the love within me. ‘Thank you.’ I said.

‘You were gonna travel without your money?’ He smiled and turned to face me.

‘My money? Oh…I thought it was in my trunk.’ I lied.

‘Seriously?’ He said, softly.

He pushed me away, gently and moved over to the bedside. He raised the bed cover and crawled underneath, only to pull out my suitcase. I felt like a fool.

‘I know what you thought I did, but I am not like that, okay?’

‘Fredrick, I…’

‘Don’t worry about it, Cindy, I would have done the same.’ He stopped me before I explained nothing. ‘You want to count the money?’ He smiled.

I was weak. I started to cry. Fredrick came to me, held me close and assured me that everything would be fine. I had no hair, so, he was content with running his hands through my scalp!

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CHAPTER 9: WHO AM I?

Chapter 9
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A week later, I was able to get up from the bed and recover from the beating Dave gave me. I realised that within the week that I was on the sickbed, Dave had made it very impossible for me to escape. I couldn’t even leave the cottage, talk less of escaping. Just at the right side of the wood is a new caravan. Dave paid to have in wheeled there as the security house. Unlike before, security light had been installed and the perimeters of the cottage, cleared of trees and made so wide that even a rodent would be spotted under the flood light.

The caravan had two armed guys living in it- on Dave’s payroll- my money. Laser alarms installed and effective. I couldn’t leave the cottage without triggering the alarm which in turn switched on the flood light. To get a batter picture, just imagine the cottage as a doghouse, placed in the middle of a football field, surrounded by flood lights within the perimeters. A car has exactly three minutes to escape from the open field into the woods after triggering the alarm. This made it an impossible task for me to run. The order was, ‘shoot her dead if she dare!’

For six months, I was a slave to Dave and his sexual cruelty. Every Sunday and Thursday, he brings in fresh groceries and sleeps over. And under compulsion, he would drug me and had sex with me as many times as I could lost count. By the time I woke up the next day, he would have left. I always woke up with an ache between my legs, naked and with a deadly hangover. All I ever did was sleep, watch TV and eat. I couldn’t open the door of the cottage without triggering the alarm.

Dave kept the money in a safe inside the room. He was sure I couldn’t open or steal it. Not for once did I ever set my eyes on the security guards, but I am aware that they are battle ready if I tried to leave. Dave paid them well- ironically, with my fucckin money. He would send me out of the room whenever he wanted to take some money from the safe, so that I don’t get a glimpse of the combination. He would laugh at my face. I once begged him to keep the whole money and let me go, but I ended up with a black eye and a broken tooth.

But one day, after I had picked up my pieces up from the floor that Dave left me before leaving, I thought about an escape plan. I told myself it shouldn’t be abrupt, it may take weeks, but I must plan this. Dave came on Thursday and left on Friday. I had till Sunday to do something. The next day, I located the electrical switch and switched it off. Around 8 pm, there was a sound of a car pulling over and a knock on my door. I already left the door opened- I knew the security details would show up when they see the house in total darkness.

‘Come in.’ I said.

He came in with a torch in his hand and a gun in the other. He beamed the torch everywhere, asking where I was until he located me in the room. I faced the window, turned my back against the main entrance- I was naked to the butt! No man ever resisted my natural features. He was dumb-folded and started to stammer. I turned slowly, under the beam of his torch and faced with every details I got. Except for the bruises and cuts, I was flawless.

‘I’m sorry.’ He said after starring for a while and switched off the torch.

‘I was in the bathroom when you came knocking.’ I said. ‘Don’t worry, switch it on.’

‘Wha… what... What?’ He stammered. ‘The electricity?’

‘No, your touch.’ I said softly. ‘It’s so dark in here.’

‘Are you sure about that?’ He asked and switched it back on.

Unknown to him, I was already close to him. He staggered back and told me I cannot do that. He asked me if I knew where the switch is, I said I do. But, I took him to where the safe is.

‘This is not a switch Ma’am.’ He said.

Still naked, I put my hand on his cheek and kissed him lightly, pressing my boobs hard against him. He was shaking and helpless. ‘No,’ I whispered, ‘this is a safe that contains more than twenty million dollars to be spilt in halves, each for just you and me.’

‘What? Twenty what?’

‘You heard me. But, that is if you wanted it.’ I moved away from him and walked to the bed.

He was clearly enjoying the view as he followed me with the touch. His walking talkie came alive and his colleague asked what was taking him so long.

‘Hey James, what’s taking you so long in there?’

‘I’m on it, Mike.’ He lied and looked at me.

I nodded slowly at him. I knew he’s already caught the flu- my flu.

‘You said…’

‘You heard me. Would you like me to talk to your colleague? It appeared you are not interested and too scared to…’

‘Don’t say that!’ He shouted. ‘Nothing scares me.’ He came close and whispered, ‘How do you know that its twenty million dollars or more in there.’

‘Because it’s my money! Dave, or whatever who hired you said his name is, kidnapped me with my cash and locked me up in here! He doesn’t want me to escape. Does it look like I am free in here?’

‘He said his name is Bryan.’

‘His name is Dave. And he is a detective. He locked me here because he doesn’t want me to …’

‘Spare me the details, okay?’ He was frank.

I nodded.

‘It would take some time for me to plan this. But, let’s say I did plan this, are you sure there is money in there?’

‘I am sure. It is my money.’

‘Right now, I don’t care who owns the money, I just wanted ten fuccking million dollars.’ He came hard.

I loved it. ‘That’s the spirit and that’s the deal.’ I smiled.

Then he came up with a plan. I must switch the light off every day unless when Dave is around. Because whenever Dave is around, his colleague is always off duty. Though, James said that it was an unofficial agreement that has been going on for months between himself and Mike, the two security details. Mike would sneak out every evening before Dave showed up and come back the next morning after Dave was gone. Whatever Mike was up to, James didn’t want to know. He’s more concerned about the two hundred dollars he gets everyday he does that.

‘When that happens every night, I would always come in here to help you switch it back on and we could tell Mike that the switch is faulty.’

‘Sounds like a nice plan.’ I replied. ‘But do you need to come here almost every day to open the safe? If Dave found out that there is a dent on that safe, we are all dead. I assure you that much.’

James scoffed. ‘I am not coming here to open the safe Ma’am. You should understand why I have to be here.’ He shrugged. ‘You are a beautiful lady.’

‘So,’ I bit my lower lips and walked away, ‘You just want to come here and have sex with me?’

‘For a while, yes. I must be here every time the light goes off, until I was able to convince Mike that Dave wants us to bring in an electrician to repair the switch. And when I am here, I just can’t sit down and count the ceilings.’ He grinned.

‘I see.’ I pulled the bed cover and covered my shame. It appeared I have just succeeded in putting myself in another sexual fix. ‘So, what happened if Mike disagreed?’

‘He won’t. I just had to take it slowly.’

His walkie talkie came alive again.

‘I am already done, Mike. A minute.’

He looked at me and nodded towards the doorway.  I understood him and took him to where the switch was. He switched it on. He looked at me lustfully and I looked away, in shame.

‘See you tomorrow.’ He said and started walking towards the door.

‘James.’ I called him as he made to open. ‘How long is this going to take?’

‘Just make sure you switch off the light and I would show up every evening. Fifteen minutes tops, we should be done.’

‘I’m not talking about the sex, James.’ I tried to conceal my anger. ‘I mean, till you convinced Mike.’

‘Like I said, I am going to have to take my time. I can’t rush this.’ He whispered and pretended he was telling the truth. ‘But be rest assured, whenever the guy comes, your trouble is over. He will open the safe within minutes.’

I nodded and he opened the door and slammed it shut. I was about to burst into tears when he opened the door again, ‘Don’t forget,’ he whispered, ‘the switch, every night.’

I nodded and bit my lower lips to fight back the tears. It seems it seemed it would never end- the sexual slavery. I watched him entered his car and drove off. I broke down in tears!

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CHAPTER 8: WHO AM I?

Chapter 8


I watched the city diminish into the horizon from my front mirror. My hands shaking now, so I parked my car at a small parking lot belonging to a small eatery. I killed the engine and stared at the shaking hands and I bit my lower lips in shame. Even in his total absence, Dave still scares me. He was a wicked son of a bitch and never hid that from anyone.

‘Ma’am, you gotta pack down there?’ The eatery’s security guard interrupted my thoughts.

‘What?’

‘You cannot pack here, it belongs to the management,’ he pointed at the sign that was boldly written there, MANAGEMENT ONLY, ‘you have to park over there.’

‘Where?’ I asked again.

‘Follow me ma’am.’

He directed me to where to park and I docked safely.

‘Thank you.’ I said as I locked the door and check the car boot to ensure it was locked.

I proceeded to the eatery and ordered some scrambled eggs and a coke. I never took my eyes away from my car. I ate slowly and took my time. I would love to enter my new city unannounced, undetected and enveloped in darkness. I loved it that way. Before the police found Henry's body, I should have been long gone.

Six o’ clock, I made to continue my journey. Paid for the meal and tipped the security. As I moved towards the driver’s door with the key, ready to be inserted in the keyhole, a warm hand touched my arm,

‘Excuse me ma’am.’ The Baritone voice followed.

I swung around very fast and within seconds, I had wielded the car key in his throat as a defence.

‘Wow…Wow…’ he managed a smile, ‘let’s not do that, okay?’ He said as he raised both arms in surrender.

I sighed. ‘I am sorry. But you should stop sneaking on people like that.’

‘I… em… I don’t know about that. I didn’t sneak on you. I only touched you to get your attention.’

I looked at his throat as he talked. The adam’s apple going up and down. He was handsome and tall. A black male. He dressed very good too. And he innocent bulge against his trouser's zippers says a lot. I could Allo him have some, if he behaved. I was already hungry for a good and unattached sex.

‘Well, stop touching people anyhow.’

I turned around and opened my car door. I slid in and slammed the door shut. He leaned towards the window and wondered if I could give him a ride.

‘No!’ I replied without looking at him and started the engine.

‘Common Ma, don’t be a jerk!’ He joked with a very attractive smile.

‘I am a jerk.’ I replied and depressed the handbrake. ‘Will you excuse me?’ I said as I shifted the gear to reverse.

He followed the car as I reversed and kept pleading. Brooding all over. He looked cute. I must admit that.

‘Please.’ He said, and like I was waiting for that, I slammed the brakes. ‘I will do anything for you- anything at all.’ He added with his charming smile.

I blushed. ‘You live in this city?’ I asked.

‘Em.. no.’ He said, looking at the sky. ‘I actually hoped to start a life in the city. Got no money on me but I am sure I will get a job.’ He smiled.

For a moment, I noticed his dimple and well curled hair. He was adorable and I liked him immediately. He is the type of guy I wouldn’t mind to start a life with.

‘Well, I am going into the city but I would love to go to Mexico.’

‘Mexico?’ His fate lit up. That’s cool. ‘Em… can I come in?’

‘Oh… I’m sorry. Let’s go.’ I removed my bag from the seat beside me and threw it at the back seat.

‘Thank you.’ He said as he sank his butt. I could get lost in his smile.

Fredrick was a real chatter. For the first time in my life, I felt beautiful and safe. I wanted him to touch me, but he didn’t, so, I was touching him playfully in all places i could. I wanted him. Handsome and well mannered. He was a very jovial fellow, full of life. I almost wanted to tell him that I had twenty million dollars in my car trunk and I wanted him to stay with me and we could enjoy it together!

‘You know, beautiful,’ he said after a long talk, ‘I told you my name, but you didn’t tell me yours. That’s not fair.’ He winked jokingly and smiled broadly.

My heart pounded loudly and it seemed it would come out of my mouth. I began to shake and sigh loudly. The car veered as I lost control and I quickly slammed the break. Fredrick had already grabbed the dashboard and gone pale.

I apologized and he said, ‘it’s okay’.

‘Cindy, my name is Cindy.’ I said, forgetting that I just adopted the name, Lucy, before leaving the hotel, where Henry was done in. This is not the first time, the name I bore in every city is whatever name comes to my head. So, now, I am Cindy.

‘Okay.’ He replied with fear in his eyes. ‘Cindy, did you drink anything alcoholic back there?’

I shook my head. He sighed, was relieved.

'Good. Now, Cindy, I really wanna get to wherever I am going in a piece. Can you please ensure that and ...em.. you know, drive safely?'

'I...err...I am sorry. I...'

'It's okay Cindy, okay? I get it. Sometimes. We all got caught in some crazy thoughts around our head,' he circled the air around his head, 'but, we really need to be safe.' He smiled.

I nodded without looking at him, started the engine and we continued out journey.

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CHAPTER 7: WHO AM I?

Chapter 7

Dave shouted my name as he came in..

‘Kate!’ Kate!'

I took back the aim and began to shake.
‘Kate!’

‘Dave… Thank God you’re here.’ I mumbled and came out behind the curtains. I hated myself immediately. I could have shot him. I cursed at myself.

‘What are you trying to do?’ He bellowed softly. ‘Shoot me?’

‘Dave, please, I don’t know. He said he would be here an hour ago.’ I explained in fear. ‘I was just about to call him. He didn’t pick my call, I swear!’

‘You were trying to call him with a gun?’

‘A gun?’ I asked like an idiot and realised I was actually still holding the gun in my hand, when I should have dropped it behind the curtain. I dropped the gun immediately in fear. I hated myself for being gutless. ‘No, no, I was calling Jose and he didn’t pick up and I saw that car ran into the driveway and I thought Jose was here to… to… kill me and I…’

‘Try it again.’ Dave said with a smile that confused me.

‘What?’ I asked, panting and out of breath from both my racing heart out of fear and talking too fast while explaining myself.

‘Call Jose again.’

‘Okay.’ I said, jittery, and redialled Jose’s number.
The phone rang in Dave’s hand.

‘What happened?’ I asked, scared.

‘That’s because Jose is dead!’

‘What?’

‘Yeah. He had an accident. His car flew off the cliff and he died instantly. Do you understand? Accidents happen, right?’ Dave said, with a sober face, in clear mockery.

‘Okay. Yes, yes, it does.’ I said. Very excited. I am now a proud owner of twenty million dollars! I screamed within myself. Crying and smiling at the same time.

‘Now, go pack your bags and let’s leave now.’ Dave ordered. ‘Finally, I have you to myself. You’re gonna love the cottage. That’s where you’re gonna stay for life!’ He smacked his lips.

I ran inside and dragged two suitcases with me- one with my clothes and the other with my money.

‘What are you doing? Is that your car keys?’
I nodded.

‘And which one the suitcases contained the money?’ He asked.

‘The brown one.’ I answered in a shaky voice. I almost convinced myself that Dave was gonna kill me and take the money before himself.

But, he didn’t.

‘Now, drop the fucking car keys and drop the suitcase with your clothes. I will definitely get you a new one. I can afford anything you wanted now, right?’ Dave asked and I nodded.

As he drove down the lonely part to the cottage, his statement rang in my ears again, ‘I can afford anything you wanted now, right?’ I looked at him, all smiles behind the wheel. And I knew, from that moment, that I had to kill Dave, if I ever want to keep my money- all of it!

I thought about several ways I could do this- Kill Dave, but no idea that came into my head proved to be easy enough. How do I even kill him with poison if I am trapped in the cottage, unable to go out? The dream of me owing a nice salon in Mexico faded from my eyes as we approached the cottage.

‘Take out the suitcase, fucck face.’ Dave howled and pulled the handbrake.

‘I was thinking Dave,’ I summoned some courage, ‘the money is twenty three million, why don’t you just give me just… just one million and…’

‘And let you get arrested by the police and snitch on me? Not a chance. Get the bag. You should be glad I didn’t kill you to cover my secret.’

His voice killed my hope- I would be his sex slave for ever until he got tired of me and maybe kill me.

‘Please, Dave.’ I pleaded but that wasn’t pleasant.
Like a flash, Dave’s hand caught me in the face and I crashed against the car window. The glass shatterr and exploded in many shards.

‘Get out of the fucking car and get the suitcase!’
 I groaned and pushed myself out. The trunk was already opened.

Dave came as I was still trying to get the suitcase out with one hand, while the other held the blackened eye. My head was ringing like it got a call from hell. Well, it did, because Dave, the devil, wasn’t so pleased with my sluggishness.

‘Seriously, you are trying to stall me?’ He shouted.

‘Stall you? No, Dave, I just couldn’t seemed to get it out.’ I cried.

‘Yeah, that was because you were using just a hand…’

He gave me a blow at the back of my head and face hit the opened trunk with a full force. The trunk sent my head backwards to Dave who landed another slap to my face that got me flying to the ground. I wailed- not for the beating, but for the beast I would be stuck with. Right there, I knew I must find a way to escape the Devil. Even my crying didn’t stop Dave from kicking me hard.

‘You…ungrateful…idiot!’ Dave screamed and kicked me at every word.

‘You…were…okay…fuccking…all those rich pricks.
Then he started stumping me in my chest and stomach. ‘But now, you…wanna…run…when…it…comes…to…my…turn? Uhn? Uhn?’

He kicked me until I lost my voice to cry. I coughed out blood. Then he spat on me and dragged me by my hair, towards the cottage. I couldn’t fight it- I was almost dead and weak. The sun in my eyes, as he dragged me on, got dimmer…. and dimmer…. and dimmer… blurry… then darkness- I passed out.

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CHAPTER 6: WHO AM I?

Chapter 6


An hour later, I was on the road out of town. I could afford any discreet life I ever wanted. Harry had ensured that. As I drove on, I reminisced.

Harry got me a new identity and even surprised me by marrying me. I became a citizen and no longer an illegal immigrant. To me, I needed nothing else, even though I always knew that you cannot scrub off a leopard’s spot. When the shit hits the fan, I would still have to be referred to as a Mexican.

Things were going on well between Harry and I, except Dave, who was bent on blackmailing me if I do not honour our initial agreement of constant sex after he helped me avoid jail. I tried to make him see reasons why it won’t be possible- for one,

‘I am now married to your best friend, Dave. You should see that.’

But he refused. ‘You’re now a saint or what, b*itch?’ He retorted when I tried to talk to him.

After much pressure, I gave in. I stole some money off Harry and gave to Dave to buy a small cottage in my name, far away from the city. That became our sex haven. I couldn’t risk using my credit card around. And from what I realised, I may not be able to escape Dave for a long time. So, it is only normal that I invest wisely.

Anytime Harry travelled for business, whicj H constantly does, it was always Dave’s turn. Three years after that, Dave wanted it all. He said he could get me a new identity and I could stay unnoticed at the cottage for life. I declined.
Then he upped his blackmailing game and showed me the sex tapes he’s been secretly recording, most of the years. He promised to show it to Harry. I called him bluff, until one day, I got home and met Harry at the ballroom with seven of his friends. They weren’t playing poker as expected. Harry said they’ve been waiting for me. You hardly know when Harry was angry because he smiled every time.

Right on the big screen, my sex life with Dave was unfolded. He wasn’t mad, but he said he could make them all go away, only if I agree have sex with all of his friends. I tried to explain, but that was the beginning of the beating. He tore my passport and promised to send me back to jail, along with Dave, who didn’t file the evidence against me. That was the beginning.

Harry and I still went out together as happy couple, and his friends would never acted like they fuckked me last night. But once we were back at the house, I became the sex slave, until Dave agreed to help me if I agreed to move into the cottage, deep within the woods and become only his. I had no choice.

"I 'm no doing this anymore." I told Harry, one night, hike he and his friends were waiting for me.

"You're kidding, right?" Harry emailed with open arms.

His friends chucked behind him.

"Please, Harry, forgive me." I pleaded. "Please."

"Give me one good reason, why I should?" Harry asked. For once, his a frown and an angry face.

"I am your wife!"

"Oh, no. You're not." Harry smiled. "Did you for once believed that I would marry someone who uses a dead lady's identity?"

I made a confused facial expression.

"Oh, no, dont cry now." Harry mocked. His friends laughed. "How else could I have gotten you the name Kate, with a social security number, if thr owner of the name and the number is still alive?"

"Harry.." I whispered and tried to reach out to him. He avoided my hand and I fell on the floor.
The laughter rang in my had as I began to sob.

"And there was no marriage too. The certificate was a fake. Our marriage was never registered under the law, b*itch!"

I cried as I allowed my clothes to be removed. I was dragged on the floor and each one of them took their turn. Right there, I made up my mind not leave Harry, but also kill him!

I told Dave and he came up with the use of Hydrofluoric acid and how I can make my troubles go away with its right usage.

A week later, Harry disappeared and that was it. Dave took care of the whole barrel of dissolved Harry, but I took just a little out of it as a memento. For two good years after Harry’s disappearance, I was a sex slave to Jose, Harry’s lawyer who promised to ensure that I have a part in Harry’s fortune. Dave asked me to play on until the cash landed.

Jose, on the other hand, stalled his influence for two years before he agreed to help. He helped forged the document that made me signatory to Harry’s account. The total cash was thirty eight million dollars. The bank manager, also Harry’s friend, took a share of ten million. Jose said he had to settle some officials who looked the other way with five million and I was left with twenty three million dollars.

I got home with twenty three million dollars, neatly packed in a big suitcase. But, it was a surprise when Jose phoned to tell me he would be collecting a total of twenty one million, while I should get ready to flee the city with the two million dollars that would be left. I was taken aback by his grediness, but I had no choice. I was satisfied with that. I couldn’t have made five hundred thousand bucks in three years if I had to stick to my old life of crime and embrace prostitution. If I have to live at the cottage- two million dollars is more than enough.

All these while, Dave was privy to everything. I packed my things and was ready for Jose to come, so that I could leave. They had so much on me that I know I couldn’t have ran. They would have turned every tide against me. I called Dave and informed him of the development with Jose and he was very mad.

‘Where is he, now?’ Dave had asked.

‘Who? Jose?’

‘Yes, Jose, you stupid fuck!’ He shouted. ‘How on earth would agree to that kind of a deal?’

I was always scared of Dave. He always had this intimidating evil plans revolving around his round bald head. He always wore a frown and growls for a talk. Whenever he slaps me, his big fat hand takes all the space on my face such that a slap at a side is a slap in all.

‘I am sorry, I don’t know what to do.’ I shrieked. I know he would certainly beat and kick me as usual as soon as he set his eyes on me.

‘Where the fuck is he? That’s what I asked?’ He growled.

‘He said he is at the Bank and would be coming to my place in….'

He hung up. The dial tone flooded my brain and i started to cry. For a moment, I hoped I could run away with the whole money, but I was sure I wouldn’t have been able to escape it. Dave would have used the police resources at his disposal to hunt me down! For a moment, I thought about how to pacify Dave. I decided to Kill Jose myself, whenever he shows up. Dave could take care of the body.

But then I thought about it, if Dave had to be the one to help me out again, I would be worse than a slave to him. And I didn’t want to kill Jose without the ability to dispose of the body completely. I thought of the Hydrofluoric acid again but I was quick to discard the thought. The little of Harry left with me couldn’t have done the job and I was scared of showing my face in a chemical shop, buying lots of the stuff. Dave had used his influence to buy it, when I needed it for Harry.

Then another thought struck me; I should make a deal with Jose. I picked up my phone and dialled several times but he wasn’t picking up. I was ready to give him million dollars, if he would help me evade the check point and slip into Mexico with the remaining one million, which I am sure is more than enough for me.

I called Jose and he agreed. I was elated. That would better. I could escape Dave and this haunted life of mine.

Hours later, I couldn’t wait anymore, I became scared and uneasy. More scared of Dave than Jose. I went inside and took my gun. Dave gave it to me after Harry’s death; he said it wasn’t registered. I sat on the sofa and waited for Jose to arrive. I am sure I could handle Jose if he tried to be smart. With his small framed body, an ugly face and a voice like a chicken, I could do him in with a blow. He is just a rich idiot, like Harry. Always using their influence to intimidate others.

My phone rang and Jose said he just left the bank, he's on his way. I was glad. I waited. My phone rang again and Dave said he'll be around soon. My heart skipped many beats. I would wish that Jose be here on time. In order not to waste time when Jose arrived, I took one and a half million dollars from the money and when to hide it inside the cistern in the upper room. It took just one cistern to comfortably hide the hundred dollar bills of 1.5million. I disconnect the water supply. I was sure Jose would count the money to confirm it was less than five hundred thousand.

I called Jose, over and over, but he didnt pick my call. I knew there was trouble. He may be planing against me. I held on to my gun and moved towards the living room.

As I went back to the living room, a car pulled into the lawn very fast and stopped with a swampy screech. It threw grasses and soil into the air like a confetti as it swerved sideways to stop. I knew it was Jose, and it didn’t look good. I had to save myself now, I told myself as I ducked by the curtain, pointed the gun towards the doorway. I was prepared to shoot anything that came in through that door.

I aimed at the door way and prepared myself for him. But instead of Jose, Dave came in with his bulky body and a frown. My hand began to shake. For once, I saw it as an opportunity to shoot him. I wasn’t sure I could have shot him if I had to face him directly. I aimed and squinted as he looked around the exclusive sitting area, oblivious of the danger around him. I aimed at his back and was ready. Slowly, determined, my hand moved as I squeezed the trigger, ready to pull...

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CHAPTER 5: WHO AM I?

Chapter 5

‘I am sure you know how this will end, right?’ Henry asked as we got to the landing of the stairs, in front of my hotel room.

I took a swipe at the door with the card and it clicked opened.

‘How is this going to end?’ I asked calmly.

‘I don’t know your name, and I don’t want to know because I am gonna have to kill you after all these ended.’

I stood still, my palm on the door. I would have kicked him, but he was not so near. Any attempt would have gotten me shot.

‘You don’t have to do that, Harry.’

‘My name is not Harry, you bi*tch!’ He shouted angrily.

I opened the door to my hotel room with my head as Henry’s slap across my face ensured that. He pushed me hard and I fell flat on my face. My wig went another way.

‘What?’ He said as he stared at my bald head. ‘You have cancer or something?’ He asked as he points the gun in my face.

I stood up gently with a smile and tried to put on the wig but he insisted that I mustn’t.

‘What is this?’ He asked, uneasy. ‘What other fake features do have on you? Plastic boobs, silicon butts, fake camel toe, butt pads?’

‘Would you like to see?’ I asked as I slipped the strap of my bra, off my shoulder, one after the other- revealing the greatness of my boobs.

He nearly ran mad- I could sense it between his legs.

‘Go ahead.’ He said, waving his gun in my direction. ‘Undress.’

‘If you say so.’ I replied and stood up.

Slowly, wiggling my big waist, I slipped down my pants. I had a smooth shave. Maybe you also need to see it...maybe later.

‘You don’t need the gun,’ I said, ‘I would have given you what you wanted. You are a handsome man, Harry.’ I called him that again, as always, deliberately.

‘It’s Henry!’ He shouted and I apologized with a smile.

I knew what I was doing. Psychopaths are one ego centric as*holes, and they would prefer to act under the name they chose for themselves. They are proud. I was sure he wasn’t gonna shoot me; he would only get more annoyed and more determined to ensure I suffer. But what they don’t realise is that, when you’re angry, you can never think straight- and your thoughts would be easy to read.

‘You are scaring me, Henry. I would like a drink.’ I said as I stood in his front, gladly disarming his senses with my nakedness.

He was salivating as he fixed his eyes on everything. I turned around and the backside nailed him to his cross.

‘Alright, alright, I will get you a drink, but don’t try anything stupid, okay?’ He fidgeted.

‘Like what?’

‘Like trying to take my gun, dumbass!’

‘I won’t.’ I said as I cat-walked gently to the bed, naked. I sat down and smiled at him, ‘But you cannot bring your gun to my bed, Henry.’

I knew I was killing him. It was all written over him; he can’t wait to get laid.

‘Okay.’ He dropped his gun on the sofa and stripped himself down to his pants.

His bulge was unbelievably big. I would have wished for it, but now, he's spoilt his own fun. As he started to move towards the bed, I stopped him and requested he get me a drink from the shelf and the inhaler in my bag.

‘I would need those if you truly want an explosive evening.’ I said with a smile. ‘I have asthma.’

‘The sicker, the better.’ He beamed.

He turned my bag upside down; spilling all its contents on the floor. He was satisfied that I had no weapon in it. He threw my inhaler to me and he went for the bottle of wine. I sat still on the bed, took my time with the inhaler as I squeezed a lot of it into my mouth.

He came back with the drink; as I expected, for two. He was smart. He asked that I drink mine first, to be sure it wasn’t poisoned. I smiled and gulped down my wine. I stretched out my cup for a refill and I gulped it down again.

He smiled. ‘Nothing personal honey, I just had to make sure.’ He said and drank down his cup.

I requested for more and we became excited. He was relaxed, satisfied that I would be no trouble.

‘Tell me about yourself; are you just asthmatic or you have another illness? I see you’re using the inhaler more frequently than a normal asthmatic patient would have done. Are you nervous?’ He asked.

‘Yes, I am. But not scared.’ I said in whisper as I used more of the inhaler.

‘I didn’t even ask for you name.’ He said as he tried to kiss me.

I avoided his lips and turned a cheek. ‘My name? Call me Jane. Will you call me Jane, Harry?’

A slap cut across my face blinded me.

‘Do not call me Harry again, okay?’

I nodded while I held the affected cheek and I smiled. ‘I am sorry.’ I said. 'Another wine?'

‘Okay.’ He said and walked to the shelf to get another wine; his gun in his hand. 'But, don't you think I'm gonna get drunk. After this, I am getting down with you!'

'Of course, Henry'.

I looked at the wall clock, just one minute more to action time. I counted the sixty seconds remaining, from my mind. ’57 seconds more, I counted down.’

‘Why call me Harry, anyway?’ Henry asked he walked to the bed.

‘Harry was my ex-husband.’ I replied.

‘Oh, I see. So, what happened that you gotta leave Harry? He must be a total jerk, I guess.’

40 seconds....

‘He didn’t leave me; I killed him because he was a total jerk, like you said.’ I stood up from the bed, ‘He is just like you.’

‘You what?’ He asked and retraced his steps backward- away from me.

I could see the fear in his eyes. He pointed the gun straight at me.

‘I killed Harry because he beats me every time. He rapes me and forces me to have sex with his friends too.’ I started moving closer to him.

25 seconds...

‘Stay there, Jane or I will shoot you. I swear!’

‘No you won’t. And my name is not Jane. Not even Kate, because Harry gave me that. It wasn’t even Cherry as I told Jose. I could give you ten names that I had been called just to escape my past. But I would love to call Harry.’

‘Stay away from me, you freak!’ Henry shouted as he started to shake.

5 seconds.

I used the inhaler once again. Henry quickly sensed that he has been drugged; he tried to aim at me with the shaking hands. I realised he had forgot to pull the hammer, so I counted down, and stood still.

'Two seconds more, Harry.' I said aloud.

He pulled the trigger and…CLICK CLICK..

1 second...

Henry slumped on his knees; his arms beside him.

‘Game over, Henry. Oh… poor Henry, you forgot to pull; the hammer.’ I moved over to him, still naked, allowing him to feed on my beauty that he would never have.

I held his head and brushed his face against my pubic hair.

‘You like it?’

‘What… What… did you…?’

‘You’re paralysed, Henry. You won’t be able to move your hands or your feet. Ironically, you can still talk for the next one hour. And if you are wondering why I am not affected.’ I wiggled the inhaler in his face. ‘This is not an inhaler, Harry. It is a neutralizer against the poison. Here,’ I dropped it at his knees, ‘take some.’ I started laughing as I moved to the wardrobe to pack my luggage. I know I must leave the city and move elsewhere as I have always done.

'You don't want the inhaler, Henry? Go on, take.' I mocked him. Knowing he was paralysed and won't be able to move a limb. ‘You wanna know why I killed Harry?’ I asked as I begin to pack my clothes in the suitcase.

‘Please.’ He said with his teary eyes. ‘I have a wife and I kid.’

‘I also have a soul and a body, Henry.’ I replied sharply. 'The ladies you claims to have killed  also have people they loved and who loved them. But, don’t worry, you won’t disappear like Harry did. They never found his body. You know why?’

I brought out a small, transparent plastic jar, with a light red liquid content. Well sealed. I shook it in his face. ‘This is what remained of Harry. I decided to keep some for myself after I dissolved his dead body in hydrofluoric acid. Though, it has some gloves in it too. But it’s much of Harry than the gloves.’ I smiled at Henry who was now urinating on himself. I chuckled.

‘Please! Jesus…you're a psycho.’

‘Shut the fuck up, Henry and be a man. Stand up for what you believe in. You believed in humiliating helpless ladies like me. You believed in sexually harassing them, right? Then you should face the consequences when they finally show up.’

‘I have money; take everything.’

‘Oh, money? I am sure you don't have enough. Sorry, I didn’t tell you, Henry- Harry left me enough for a life time. I move around with nothing but twenty million dollars packed in that suitcase.’ I pointed to the big suitcase leaning against the wall.
I opened it for him to see. ‘I just want to be in peace, but you just will not let me rest!’ I shouted.

‘Please, Jane.’

‘My name is Lucy. Its not my real name, but at least, that’s what I want to be called from now on. You must be Harry, but this time, you will not disappear; the cops will find your body- dead body.’

I dragged my luggage to the door. Then I removed the rubber gloves from my pocket and put it on. I walked over to him and took his gun from the floor. Then I put it in his hands and wrapped his fingers around the butt. Slowly, I raised it to his head without hesitation.

‘Please, please, forgive me.’ He cried uncontrollably with both tears, mucus and saliva dangling on his chin. ‘I have a wife and…’

BAAAAAMMMMM!!!! Blood and brains splattered through the other side of his head as I used his finger to squeeze the trigger.

‘Don’t worry, Harry; your family will find your dead body.’ I said.

I removed the gloves and carefully put them in the hydrofluoric jar. I smiled as it dissolved. It wasn’t a new practice. I grabbed a new wig and donned it.

‘Lucy.’ I said to myself- the reflection on the mirror.


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CHAPTER 4: WHO AM I?

Chapter 4

The second day after Harry’s visit, the victim’s wife came and said she had dropped charges all against me. I couldn’t believe myself. Within minutes, Dave ensured the paperwork was done. I was free. Dave didn’t waste time, he grabbed my hand and let me to his car. As he inserted the key to turn on the engine, another car pulled behind us- it was a Bentley. Harry came out of the Bentley it with a smile. Harry, 45 years and one of the richest man in town.

‘Fuck it!’ Dave gnashed his teeth. ‘Mother… fucker! I thought I asked him to come by ten.’

‘It’s past ten, Dave.’ I said.

‘Shut the fuck up!’ Dave snorted angrily.

‘I will take it from here Dave.’ Harry said as he leaned over the window.

‘Sure.’ Dave smiled. ‘I was bringing her over to your place anyways.’ He lied. I know he was already thinking of fuckin me.

Harry held me by the arm and pulled me, gently, towards his car.

‘Why are you doing this?’ I asked Harry in whisper, scared. ‘Please.’ I pleaded.

‘Relax honey, you are safe now.’ Harry smiled as he guided me gently to the back seat. I must admit he still looked charming in my thoughts. ‘I secured your release, Kate, and it is only fair that I ensure that you look beautiful.’

‘Kate?’ I asked as I tried to get out of the car. ‘My name is not Kate! Let me out!’ I shouted.

Harry only smiled an adjusted his suit. He let me get out and ran to Dave.

‘You better tell her Dave. I will be right in my car. She’s got five minutes.’ Henry opened the door and slipped through.

‘What is going on, Dave?’ I asked, scared. ‘You promised to…’

‘Listen, I know what I promised. But you see, Harry over there ensured you are release and all charges dropped. He paid off the woman with a large sum to stop pressing charges and admit that it was a mistake. We never filed the evidence. Harry promised to get you a new identity, so that you can have a new life.’

I was happy and surprised. ‘Why didn’t you tell me this?’

‘Well, I thought we could have some nice time before he came.’ Dave said, like a guilty schoolboy. ‘I didn’t know he would be this early.

I sighed and hated him. All he ever wanted was sex. He would have denied me a life time opportunity to erase my crime record. As a Mexican, I had no chance of survival. I don’t need criminal records as voluminous as a dictionary before I was casted away. Like Pablo would say, nor being white is a deadly crime on its own!

‘But, what would Harry want from me? I cannot pay him back- I have no money.’ I asked as I made to go to the Bentley.

‘Are you kidding me? What do you think is gonna be the first thing every guy who sees you wants from you?’

‘Sex?’

‘Yeah! Just fuck him and get off it!’ He shouted angrily. ‘And don’t forget, after you are done with him, you still have a deal with me!’


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CHAPTER 3: WHO AM I?

CHAPTER 3

Few hours later, I was a passenger in his car- he chatted away his life. He kept calling me an angel, something I could never be. Maybe before I left Harry, my ex-husband, one could say I am an angel, but not after. The police said they found Harry's car at his garage, but he was never found. He just disappeared.

Henry was already making me feel loved and I wondered if that was my last stop in my ever revolving world around my past. For months, I have tried to live a decent life as I move from one city to the other- changing names and assuming identities.

Harry left me with massive wealth that could last me for a lifetime. But he disappeared and was never found. Neither his flesh, nor his bones, ever resurfaced.

Harry was a jerk who would beat me at every opportunity. Once, I was left wet, at a cocktail party, after he threw the champagne in his cup, in my face and emptied a whole bottle on me by breaking it on my head, just because another man complimented my beauty and I smiled. He was jealous but influential, so, he usually got away with everything, every offence he had ever meted to me.

I had been called many names for not leaving him, but little did they knew that if I did, I would be left with nothing. I would be poorer than the historic church rat and would have to look over my shoulders as I move.

When I was twenty one, Dave, a detective, arrested me for robbery and the victim wife was all ready to ensure that I rot in jail. Especially since I rendered her husband, whom I shot at the back, spineless and confined to the wheel chair.

Pablo had introduced me to car hijacking. It really did help paid for my new apartment and a fair lifestyle of luxury. I was always the bait. We used so many tactics, ranging from hitch-hiking to acting like my car broke down. Pablo and his guys would then pounce on the unsuspecting driver and BAAAM…. There goes his car. We never fired a single shot, even though our guns were always loaded.

One day, we ran into a problem- we snatched a car belonging to a badass police officer, who fought back. Suddenly, bullets began to fly. The police office and his wife had the upper hand. They shot down three guys and made Pablo beg for his life. The wife, also a police office, suggested that they arrest him, but the husband wanted instant justice. He was sure, one of the hiatoric bad cops. He said they would claim Pablo was shot during the gun battle.

I cowered by the side of my car, hoping to remain unnoticed. I held on to a gun, but couldn’t fire a shot. Nobody taught me to.  I listened the couple argue about Pablo, but it appeared the husband, who insisted on shooting Pablo, was not ready to shift his stand.Pablo started rambling in Spanish- telling me how a coward I am. He said I should do something and save him because he saved me from being hanged, back in Mexico. I wasn’t thinking, I sprang to my feet and started shooting in all direction. Both hands on the grip, eyes closed. Suddenly, there was a hard punch to my head, and I passed out.

I woke up in the cell, with Dave frowning down at me.

‘You’re a tough bitch, you know?’

‘Where am i?’ I asked as my head hammered.

‘Look around, I think your guess couldn’t go wrong. You did realised you shot a police officer, right? You should be thankful that his wife was a nice lady. I would shoot you dead. You’re still gonna spend a lifetime in jail, anyways.’

‘Where’s Pablo?’ I asked as I sat up in my cosy cell.

‘You mean the guy who tried to run when u started to shoot? He’s dead.’

My life flashed in my eyes in seconds. I would definitely rot in jail.

Luckily for me, Dave and Harry would always play poker every weekend; while at the game, Dave talked about the pretty blonde being detained, ready to be charged to court. Dave thought Harry could press some buttons in high places due to his high influence, to secure my release.

Harry came to the precinct the next day and I could swore over and over that he was wowed. I stood with all elegance, holding the iron bars as he walked around like a lion would, around his prey.

Then, he began to ask questions- and since Pablo was dead, I was clear to lie as much as I could. I said, Pablo was holding my mom as a hostage in Mexico, and she would stay alive as long as I play ball and assist in car hijacking.

Harry knew I was lying- I knew that with the way he chuckled. But he wasn’t bothered. He said that Dave said many things about my beauty, and he had to come to the precinct to see for himself. He wasn’t disappointed. But what Dave didn’t tell Henry was that he has been having sex with me in his car for almost a week, ever since I was slammed against the bar. He wanted Harry to secure my realea, so that he could continue.

Dave had come to me, the second night I was locked up and took me to his car to talk. He promised to help me out if only I would allow him have sex with me and if only I promised to always allow him continue, even after he influenced my release. I agreed and we always had sex every night in his car, until I got fed up and said if he wanted more, he should get me released. I knew he had been stalling my being charged to the court by claiming that investigation was ongoing,  even when the bullet matched the number from the gun they got on me!


I told Henry where to stop.

‘You stay in a hotel?’ Henry asked as I asked him to pull over.

‘Yes.’ I replied, unfastening the seatbelt.

‘Can I come in?’ He asked.

I flashed him a fierce look that could have killed him instantly, if it were to be a spear. I knew he wasn’t expecting a ‘No’ for that.

‘No.’ I replied and tried to open the door.

He pulled me back with my arm and smiled. ‘I insist.’ He said.

I was silent, but was already angry. My heart beat fast like a deer on the run, and my breath, hot as a furnace. He must have took that for fear. They all do, but I only didn’t want to hurt him like I did Harry and the rest. I looked at his broken nose and smiled.

‘No.’ I repeated.

His nails dug deep into my skin. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the pain. I wanted him to hurt me, so that I can every reason to hurt him harder. It always feel good if they are bad and it makes me guilt-free. It was already dark and the parking lot was deserted- I could get hurt. I opened my eyes and smiled again,

‘Okay. But you cannot stay for the night.’ I said. Hoping that he grabbed the bait. He did.

‘Thank you.’ He said, and released my arm.

He opened the gloves compartment and brought out his gun. He tucked it into his trouser and smile.

‘Just in case you are thinking of acting funny.’ He smiled again and I smiled back. ‘I saw what you did to that big guy at the bar. You are beautiful, but I won’t be taking any chances.’

‘Henry, you don’t need to bring a gun and order for sex- if you want it, all you gotta do is ask.’ I tried to ease him up before he lost his control.

‘Nay, I order and take it by force. It’s like a hobby for me. You won’t understand.’

Oh, I did- you are a psychopath. I said within me. A serial abuser, a rapist and …

‘You know, I visit places like the beach, restaurants, zoos, and so on, to pick up lonely girls. I always ensure I have my way. Some, they agree, some, I force.’

‘You ever killed anyone, Harry?’

‘The name is Henry, bitch.' He said. 'And yes, I have, but not in this town. You realised I have to move from one town to the other.’

‘So do I.’ I tried to remain calm as we climbed the stairs to my apartment.

We walked the stairs in silence. I took the time to reminisce more about Dave and Harry.

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CAHPTE 2: WHO AM I?

Chapter 2

‘Hey beautiful,’ a voice shrieked above me.
I looked up, it was a male- tall and not very handsome. He held a bottle of water in his hands as he tried to smile.

‘Hi.’ I replied and looked away, with the hope that he will leave me alone.

I didn’t want any trouble, not anymore- especially from males. My beautiful body has always gotten me into a mess and nothing more. Big hips, skin as a silk, nice dentures, a very intimidating camel toe wedged between my thighs and big boobs with large and pointed nipples. I turned slowly, tried to cover my features by lying face down- but I was wrong, I only succeeded in arousing his sexual interest as I faced him with my great and wide butt.

‘Can I sit beside you?’ He asked. But that was only it, because he already sat in the sands by my side.

I quickly turned around and sat up. For the first time, I saw the smile on his face very clearly- it was beautifully evil. Just like Harry’s, just like Jose’s, just like…no, not Dave. Dave rarely smiles.

‘My name is Henry.’ He said as he stretched out his hands to me.

‘Harry’? I asked.

‘Harry? No, no, Henry. Not Harry. I mean Henry as in…’

‘I get it.’ I said and drew my eyes on his shorts that has bulged with great excitement. I fixed my gaze on him. I shook my head.

‘I’m sorry about that.’ He managed to let out a short laugh. ‘It’s just that…’ he smiled and covered his bulge, ‘you are such an angel with exceptional beauty.’

I nodded, unimpressed. ‘I get that a lot,’ I replied and stood up, ‘but trust me, it never ended up good.’

‘Why is that?’ He asked as he tried to keep up with me as I walked to the bar.

I didn’t bother to reply; I just wished he would leave me be.

I walked to the bar and ordered a martini. He sat beside me and was all over me. Asking me different incoherent questions. I tried hard to shake him off but he was like a glue. Then suddenly, he did something that got my attention. A bulky guy came over to me as lapped me in the ass.

‘Hey, bitch.’ He said in a very deep voice.

He was huge, heavy beard. He wore a dirty jean with, a capped sleeved shirt. He didn’t button up and black shirt he wore underneath sent a great personality message- FUCCK OFF! From the keys dangling in a chain, wore with his jean, I knew he was a truck driver. They have always proven to be aggressive. Even the female ones.

‘I’m fine.’ I replied. ‘And I am not a bitch.’ I replied and looked at Henry, who nodded, slowly.

‘Oh, the bitch has a voice now, right?’ He said.
He leaned to my face as he supported himself with the table. His breathe stinks.

‘Don’t call her a bitch!’ Henry stoop up for me.

‘You don’t have to do that.’ I told him. ‘I can handle the big guy.’ I said with a smile and looked in the big guy’s eyes.

‘You can handle me?’ The guy said and slapped me again in the butt.

‘Hey, what the fucck is your problem?’ Henry stood up again.

I tried to hold him as he made to walk over to the big guy, but he shrugged off my hand like a macho man. I left them to slug it out behind my back, while I focused on my drink. I even heard Henry say he was my boyfriend.

‘Your boyfriend is really sweet ma’am.’ The barman smiled as he refilled my cup.

‘In his dream.’ I smiled back.

‘Go to a tavern, man.’ Henry continued. ‘This is bar in a beach and not your regular tavern in a wretched motel on the highway. Give the lady some …’

Henry came crashing on the table- he bled from his mouth as the punch from the big guy sent him packing. Before I could recover from the sudden shock, the big guy dragged him again and straighten him with another punch. He flew by some inches and rearranged the tables as he slammed against them.

‘You should keep your mouth shut next time. Especially, if you are a fucking pussy.’ Big guy said and landed Henry another punch that sent him whirling. He tried to get hold of the wind to stabilize himself. I almost choke on my drink.

‘You sure he’s not your boyfriend? That guy’s gonna kill him.’ The barman said again.

I stood up, paid for my drinks and walked without any care in the world. Almost half of the customers had turned to photographers. I know YouTube and cheap blogs would have a field day.

‘Hey, hey.’ A lady called out at me. ‘You are gonna leave your boyfriend here?’

‘He’s not my boyfriend.’ I said, sharply.

‘Damn. He’s gonna kill him.’ The lady said as he stood arm in arm, watching Henry’s ass got handed over to him.

Henry wasn’t finding it funny. He couldn’t even land a punch. I dipped my hand in my bag and walked over to the fighting scene. People cheered and big guy left Henry and focused on me as I approached him. I knew he would be wondering what I was up to.

He opened his arms and walked up to meet me, ‘What the hell do you want to do?’ He asked. ‘You better go back before you get hurt, lady.’

As we closed up on each other, I fixed my eyes on his eyes and he took the bait- he fixed his eyes on me too. He never knew what was coming until I sent a kick in his crotch. He grabbed his balls and groaned in surprise. With the hand in the bag that already had the pepper spray, I sprayed his dilated eyes. He crashed back immediately and I grabbed the stool at the bar and crashed it by the side of his head. He slammed on the floor, still, with his hands clamped by his thighs. He was motionless, but breathing.

I turned to Henry, who was by all means surprised, ‘You wanna leave this place or not?’

The people cheered as I led him away.

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CHAPTER 1 : WHO AM I

So sorry about the delay...

CHAPTER 1

I closed my eyes and basked in the euphoria of a new world; blanched out the memories that had taken me here- into this new world. A new world indeed. Now that I am here, I could wish that my world had stopped spinning and had spat me here, not to be disturbed again by its incessant itch to move about; in its quest for a new life.

I lay quietly on the sands of the beach and enjoyed the feeling of its warmth against my back. I smiled at my cruel imagination, because as I rocked gently side to side, enjoying the hotness against my skin, I imagined myself as a meat on the grill, being barbecued.

My past is not my problem; at least, not any longer. I have worn it as a veil and covered my shame in its glory. I am somebody else, I want to be someone else, and I must be somebody else. I told myself this, as I have always told myself as I move around, trying to live on.

Life as a beautiful Mexican in America hasn’t been encouraging- almost all American male sees you as a helpless immigrant, who needs to be laid for favour. My natural stature hasn’t been helpful either; I could not hide myself from torturous sexual harassments that floats around me everywhere. No sooner I tried to hid myself, than I got another surprise.

Years ago, when Pablo brought me into the states, he had told me to mingle like I had been here for long.

‘Nobody knows you here. Nobody gives a fuck who you are. All you need to do is shut your mouth and run it around like a faulty car.’ He told me as he took me into a small room inside his house.

I was promised a lot of opportunities, but they never came. Instead, I was used as a decoy in car snatching.

‘If you wanna eat, you work!’ I remembered him shouting at me, two weeks after he showed me to my room.

‘Yes, I wanna work!’ I shouted back. ‘But you never helped me to find one!’

‘You ain’t know shit!’ He replied. ‘You think you is some legal immigrants here, who gon’ walk up into a store and say, ‘hey, I want some job!’’ He mocked me with every gesture. ‘Listen, ninita, it just don’t work that way- it never did!’

I was confused. He had a point. It would be disaster if I was deported back to Mexico. But yet, I needed to do something- to earn a living. I knew Pablo; he is my Uncle. He loved money too much and wouldn’t had fed me for more than a month before start complaining about me being idle. Even though I helped his wife do most of the chores within the house, just to appear useful.

I was wrong- it didn’t take a month for Pablo to come around.

‘Yes, I promised your mama, I’m gonna take care of you, but I didn’t tell her you’re gonna be leeching off me like a fuckin’ parasite!’ He shouted as he came to my room, a week after the initial outburst, after I reminded him of his promises. ‘What you don’t know is, this is America. You may have heard that the streets are paved with gold, but they ain’t. People see you here, they take what they need, Rosa. Because, nobody’s gon’ give ‘em to you. You know why? Ehn?’

I shook my head.

‘Because you are fuckin black!’

‘I am not black.’

‘Oh, what are you now, a fuckin racist?’ He frowned. ‘You think the American give a fuck about what you are? To them, if you ain’t got skin like a florescent,’ he did a lighting gesture, ‘you are nobody- you black. You think you wanna come here and start a Chicano movement like the 60s?'

I looked at him with a frown.

‘Yeah, that’s it. You don’t even know what the Chicano movement is?’ He laughed around the house a little, at my ignorance. ‘I told you, you are ninita, a little girl.’ He did a gesture for a short person. ‘You need to learn how this works.’

I watched him act like he was on stage. He has always been like that. He make gestures with his eyes and hands and walked around demonstrating every word he will say. Uncle Pablo. Short, handsome, jovial but mom has always warned me that he’s very dangerous, but, family means more to him that anyone else. Mom said, he ran to America after he punched a guy to death in Mexico, right in front of her, just for calling her a dog.

‘So, what would you have me do?’ I finally gave in.

‘That’s my niece.’ He smiled broadly and sat beside me. He wrapped he arms around me and started to talk softly. His gold crusted teeth looked like they are rust. ‘You see, Rosa, you have a fine body, a beautiful face. You’re just gonna join me in my business and we make money together.’ He made the money gesture by sliding the thumb of his hand, to and fro, over the other four fingers, in my face.

‘What job?’ I asked.

‘Don’t ask me, Rosa. What you need to know is that you are not going to carry a gun. Simple, huh?’

‘It’s legal, right?’

‘Legal? Your dreams are short, Rosa. You have short dreams of working in a store and collect forty dollars in a week, just for being legal. If you have big dreams, you move with your class. It’s just the natural order. Illegal stuff is for illegal immigrants- that’s what makes America works!’

‘I am not, selling drugs. Pablo.’

‘Drugs? Who the fuck sells drugs?’ Ugh? You… you took me for some low life fools out there? Listen Rosa, like I said…’

‘But it is still illegal, right?’ I asked again but that broke the donkey’s back.

Pablo got mad and asked me to fend for myself he cannot continue to.

After two days of hunger, I went to his small office in his garage. As soon as he saw me enter, he smiled.

‘I’m in.’ I said.

‘Of course, you are in.’ He smiled broadly and came over to where I was standing. ‘Listen ninita…’

‘Don’t call me a little girl, anymore, Pablo.’ I cautioned him.

‘Then don’t call me Pablo, anymore. Call me Papi, your papa. ’He joked as he put his arms around me. ‘You must be very hungry,’ he mocked, ‘let’s go order some pizza, as an appetizer.’

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CHANGE BEGINS WITH YOU!!

When it comes to collection researches and amassing knowledgeables, Nigerians are the most lazy set of people in this world.

Unlike the popular saying, 'do not believe everything you read in the newspapper', Nigerians practically believe everything they read on paper.

Apart from the junk journalism that is the order of the day- (that traits of laziness runs with their blood), the Nigerian media is blessed with unintelligible assertions, bigotry conclusions and ethno-sentimental headliners!!!

The oil producing world is currently in recession, but the only ones surviving are those who have saved for the raining day.

Venezuela, and import-dependent country like ours and currently one of the world largest exporter if crude oil, is currently enjoying the worst time of their history; more than 20,000 of their citizens had to cross over to Columbia to buy food!

What Nigerian wants is to demand for positive change, but they never wanna be part of the process.

Mind you, i never voted for buhari nor Jonathan, but, when Nigerians say, 'Buhari is associates with hardship', it is understandable, why they would day that. People, who called themselves 'elites' and 'stakeholders', expected to be intelligent, would grand press interviews and demand the president to 'reverse his policies and give Nigerians, the change they promised'!

A little reason for our current state could have been understood via a simple research if the previous history and how we found ourselves at this junction.

In 1984/85, when buhari decided to implement the policies he is currently implementing, because at that time, we have started to rely more on importation, people gnashed their teeth and cursed him for creating hardship.

Yet, our paper mills, texile industries, rubber plantations, timbers and so much more, were fading away. People relied more on importation of ready ready-made goods.

And when he was overthrown via a successful coup and IBB installed himself as the president, people rejoice.

IBB came in, just because business wasn't as usual, and the West weren't happy with a young president who was trying to do the right thing. Just like Mugabe and Gaddafi were hated, so was buhari, for trying to make us independent.

SAP, was the foundation of every problem we ever had...it was the epitome and pioneer of corruption. IBB, knowing exactly that he could only be popular by giving impatient Nigerians what they wanted, started subsidizing everything importable. Nigerians were happy that cheap processed foods flooded the market and slowly watched as every indigenous industry died away.

Our naira began to depreciate because we buy from others and strengthened other nations, while ours became weak. Gradually, we died away.

IMF offered loans that could be repaid over a long period but kept us weak and enslaved.

As of today, we have trees but imports paper, toothpick, pencil...

We have rubber trees but plastic companies import raw materials...

Cereal producing companies imports grains..

Our crude oil is exported to be refined and we pay thru the nose to import again!

Corruption is the order of the day. Nothing was allowed to work so as to keep the string hands enriched.

This is madness and no one seems to know why we are really in recession.

Like I said, the oil producing world is currently in recession and the only countries that is surviving, like Saudi Arabia and Canada, are the ones who are well industrialized and or have saved for this day. They are growing more if their foreign reserve by exportation.

We have few dollars in our coffer as foreign reserve, yet, some idiots criticize the ban on some foreign imports that could be sourced locally.

Whether it is the sheer manifestations of the popular low IQs, even among the so called learned, or it is the wanton natuaral characteristic of an average Nigeria to be stoical, that makes them not to understand this little 'mental sums'.

It's simple mathematics for the sensible ones..

If you take out of your money to buy what you have within, you are strengthening the seller and weakening yourself. But when you also produce what u can sell, you will add to your savings and become more richer..

Forcing manufacturers to look within will further enrich the citizens instead of making them poorer. When u import, you enrich the foreigner and sell to a depleted economy after production. When you source within, you enrich the economy and will sell cheaper to the citizens.

The reason why prices are on the roof is because manufacturers are still forcefully importing instead if looking within. They source for dollars illegally and still go ahead to import what they would process that could have gotten within the country- thereby increasing the costs of production.

China and India didn't yank themselves from the grip of the Western world buy going back on their policies, even when they once ranked as one of the poorest countries in the world, decades ago.

The uncanny willingness of most manufacturers, to still opt for importation for production is not based on the imaginary non existing 'substandard local products', but of total corruption that has been a parasite in their everyday thinking!

Nigeria will remain poor if someone doesn't take drastic action!

CHANGE, REALLY BEGINS WITH YOU!!!

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