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AGONY OF THE DEAF – Episode 11


(Faded Feelings)
Episode 11 & 12
Written by Author Nath
All relationship journeys are always full of ups and downs. While some people tend to quit when things get difficult or uncomfortable, the strongest couples understand and support each other to make it through the roughest times. There is no difficulty that enough love will not conquer: no disease that love will not heal: no door that enough love will not open. It makes no difference how deep set the trouble: how hopeless the outlook: how muddled the tangle: how great the mistake. A sufficient realization of love will dissolve it all. If only you could love enough you would be the happiest and most powerful being in the world. You will find as you look back upon your life that the moments when you have truly lived are the moments when you have done things in the spirit of love.

However, the morning sun had risen. Through a hole of a tent, it reflected on Claude’s face who laid face-up on a royal mat. He opened his eyes to see the blur image of a beautiful damsel, smiling sheepishly at him like one that inhaled a laughing gas. She wore a mini red skirt and a crop-top. She’s completely fair with a wrinkle attractive hair. On her feet were cover-heel shoes that nearly got up to her slightly knocked knees. Meanwhile, Claude’s vision had totally cleared as he sat up from the mat, staring at the young harmless girl.

“Comment allez-vous?” The girl’s voice, asking how he was feeling pitched into his ear drum. He didn’t say anything, rather managed to stand on his feet. He looked around the tent to see heaped clothes and resting beds. He could also hear voices from outside. “Je m’appelle Chloé” the girl added with a stretched handshake.

Claude kept it hanging. “I know your intensions. It will not work. Eniola is the one I love, and I must find her.” he began working outside.

“Claude?” Chloe’s voice interrupted him. He turned to see the girl boldly staring at him. “We cheerfully assume that in some mystic way love conquers all, that good outweighs evil in the just balances of the universe and at the 11th hour something gloriously triumphant will prevent the worst from happening. No, it’s not always like that.” she paused to let the statement assimilate into his body and soul.

Claude, on the same hand marvelled at her well spoken English language, spoke with audacity and alacrity which made her appear more attractive. But the young man kept mute, gazing at her.

Chloe continued. “Don’t be a fool to think that love with a non-hugo will yield anything. Moreover, don’t get your hopes up, I’m not in love with you. You’re the one to earn my love not the other way round. But from what you just said, you can’t earn my love again if actually I was considering it.” she bypassed him and walked out of the tent before him. Her statements were not only like a slap to Claude but a pin too which kept him standing lostfully.

“Son..” the mother entered with an old man. Her voice brought the young man back from Chloe’s words which had kept him in a hallucination. “We want to get you prepared as a royalty and meet someone we hold at a high esteem.” she added.

“Mother, I do not want any of these!” Claude categorically stated. “Listen, we all can get to Demili for the neutralization of our blood to be free from the Kumas.” he added by bringing down his voice.

“We’ve been to Demili.” Charlotte, the mother sadly announced as she remembered….
Charlotte and Chloe matched on a lonely road like soldiers matching to war. Both wore black elastic attire. On their feet were also black boots. The road was narrow without a single building beside it. All they could see were bushes and their ears accumulated enough terrestrial sound from animals. Their feet rattled on grasses like rodents on escaping journey.

“Ma’am Charlotte, how will you know your son if you see him?” Chloe broke the silence.

“A mother will always recognize her child.” She replied thereby bringing their rattling feet back to their hearing. She glanced at Chloe then continued. “Though it’s up to five years I left him. He has a remarkable feature. His eyes pupil is blue.”

“He must be handsome.”

Charlotte glanced at her with a smile. “I handed him over to an old man whom i instructed to take him to Demili here in Nigeria. I haven’t heard from them for a long time. Moreover, they think I’m dead.”

“I hope we find him.” Chloe concluded.

“Sssshhhhh” Charlotte sighed and stopped like a goddess who detected an unknown spirit. Both stopped, looking around strangely. Suddenly, four men flew down from nowhere. They were also on black but had a red tie around their heads. They had the resemblance of ninjas. Before their feet could hit the ground, Charlotte said, “Kumas” she pulled her gun likewise Chloe.

On the same hand, the kumas drew their swords, hit their feets on the ground. At the number of triggers pulled by Charlotte and Chloe, they blocked the bullets with the swords, simultaneously running towards the two women. They were wise and swift like a sarpent and strong like a molten magma. Sooner did Chloe and Charlotte realized that guns were useless, so they stood on the battle ground weaponless.

Chloe handled two why Charlotte managed two. One coul see swords hovering the air, looking for Chloe’s head to cut off, but the young girl, being well trained dodged many of them and tactically held one of them on the arm to take his sword; successfully, she did by dislocating his elbow then used the sword to send him to his early grave. Unluckily, the other Kuma came from behind to pierce his sword through her back, but she dodged it. Swiftly, the kuma withdrew the sword and cut her thighs open. In the process, she tried her gun again; she pulled it out and fired severally before killing the remaining Kuma. She sat down on the floor, breathing hastily.

However, Charlotte had also killed the other two. She rushed up to Chloe to see her bleeding from the thighs. “Oh, my God!” She knelt down, used the sword in her hand to cut out a lengthy fabric from Chloe’s trouser. “Permettez-moi de mettre la pression dessus avec ça. It will reduce the flow of the blood.” She applied pressure on the wound by tying the fabric on it just as she said in French. Relentlessly, they continued their journey to Demili.

Demili, own by an Igbo man was inside a small village, Dassa, occupied by the Yorubas. Notwithstanding, they entered into the village to see mud houses and children playing on heap of sand. It seemed peaceful but undeveloped. Charlotte and Chloe stood at a spot, surveying the environment. Charlotte called one of the children and said to her, “Can you please, take us to Demili?”

The child who wore only a pant moped at her strangely. Charlotte glanced at Chloe then looked at the child again. “We don’t bite. We are only searching for the way to Demili. Can you show us?”

Yet, the child said nothing rather began to suck her finger. Charlotte straightened up with a heavy exhalation. Chloe smiled.

“She doesn’t understand English.” A male voice came from behind. The two women turned to see a young man in native attire. “O le lọ, ọmọbirin kekere.” He told the little girl to go who ran back to the heap of sand happily. “My name is Adewoyin. I know who both of you are and I’m sorry to say that the man of Demili whom many of your kind had searched for is no more. He is dead.”

Charlotte and Chloe looked at each other disappointedly.

“How did he die?” Charlotte asked.

“Good men must die, but death cannot kill their names. Who is old and doesn’t believe it, will trip into his grave without seeing it.” he replied cleverly. Silence trailed among them.

“Actually we didn’t come for what you think we came for. We are looking for a boy called Claude. He is also… also… a hugo.” Charlotte lowered her voice. “He suppose to be here with a man.”

“The name doesn’t ring a bell. But truly, if he is what you said he is and have his picture, I can mix a concoction for you to locate his location.”

“Yes, we do have his picture.” Charlotte put a hand in her pocket while Adewoyin and Chloe exchange eye contact. The young man narrowed her eyes down to her wounded thighs. He averted them to the picture given to him back Charlotte. After taking a good look at the teenage picture of Claude, he glanced at Chloe once again.

“Follow me. You need to be stitched up. You must have had a rough journey. The kumas must have attacked you.” he turned and began to walk away, followed by the two women.

“How did you people know much about us, I mean, our history? How do you know about the kumas too?” Charlotte kept asking.

“People of my tribe are very curious and inquisitive people.” Adewoyin replied without looking back at them…..

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