Friday, March 17, 2017

BEADS (Episode 4)

The look on Angella's face was all what Francis needed to see, and it evoked an I-said-it look on his face. If not for his hesitation, he was about to quickly snap at Dr. Mag. "I told you that he is not Agent 2". He almost said to Dr. Mag who was standing beside him, watching the reunion from a big glass that demarcated the room. As Angella, entered the room, she stood still like a statue, and that sent cold fear down the spines of everybody watching the "reunion". Agent 2 sat at the other end of the table looking like a televised robot. He only looked at the person that entered the room, but the look on his face showed he had no record of knowing the stranger that just worked in. Angella moved closer, and pulled a chair from the two chairs opposite her husband. The look on her face was still fixed and unchanged, and that made Commander James and Dr. Mag troubled. But, Francis was not troubled. Rather, he was basking in the euphoria of a right prediction. "I told you that he is not Agent 2". He finally whispered to Dr. Mag who was barely listening to him. After sitting, Angella looked closer at her husband, before turning back to look at the glass that demarcated the room. She couldn't see anybody, but she knew there would be people watching all the actions going on in the room. At the top four corners of the room were CCTV cameras. Angella looked at the four cameras as if paying homage to them. After looking at the last camera, she turned to her husband. "What did they do to you" She asked in a calm voice. But her husband, who did not recognize her, replied with another question. "Who are you?" Angella was shocked at the question she was asked. Although, Dr. Mag had briefed her about the likely effects of Amnesia, but she was not expecting such level of un-recognition. She wanted to snap back at him for forgetting her. "At this point, he needs more love than ever before." She remembered Dr. Mag's words when she was speaking with her in the other room some minutes earlier. Angella could not withstand what was happening. "What did they do to you?" She asked again, in a tone that showed she really meant getting answers. Angella examined the blankness on her husband's face, and she knew she doesn't need a soothsayer to tell her a lot has happened to her husband, and that he was not the right person to answer her question. Almost immediately, she looked back at the glass behind her. "What did you do to him?" She questioned the glass, and everybody behind it.  "What did you do to my husband?" She questioned again. At that time, Francis knew his prediction about Agent 2 was wrong. "He is not Agent 2" Dr. Mag said to Francis in a very sarcastic tone. Francis simply smiled briefly in honour of the sarcastic remark. Angella knew there was nothing the people behind the glass can do to help her situation. Afterall, she knew the nature of her husband's job, and the dangers attached to it. She also knew she ought to be grateful to God for atleast having her husband with her, even if not in one piece. She walked back to her husband, accepting her fate. She held him by hand and said, "Let's go home".

 

It was just a matter of time before the news of a strange naked man in town spread like wildfire. Another thing that made it a little more confusing to the people was the fact that the man looks different from the Whiteman they know. He looks a little like them in complexion, but he spoke the language of the Whiteman. In the entire Ibadan land, only one man knows and speaks the Whiteman's language, and they even named him, "Ebo", meaning English. Ebo was the Chief cook of Master Johnson, one of the whitemen that lived in Ibadan. It was said that his master so love him that he was taught how to speak, read and write like the whiteman. It was just a matter of time before the news got to the king, and he sent his guards to bring the young man. He was given some clothes to cover his nakedness before heading to the palace. The king, at the same time had sent for Ebo because his attention would be highly needed. Ebo arrived the palace before the young man and the king's guards. So, the king had enough time to feed him with all the needed information. "Please, where am I?" The young man asked when he got to the palace. Immediately he spoke, everybody looked at Ebo for the translation of what was said. "Ebo re ooo (this is indeed English)" Ebo replied, showing his amazement, and attesting that the man, though black, was a whiteman. "Ki lo wi? (What did he say?)" The king asked in anxiety. "O so wi pe, ni bo lo'un wa? (He asked where is he)" Ebo translated. The young man was not interested, nor pleased with the way the people were looking at him like an artifact. He knew he had limited time to get his mission done, and that once the time allotted to him for the mission is over, he would automatically be transported back to the safe house close to their office. "Ibadan" Ebo answered his question. The young man let out a brief smile. He was happy that he was not sent back in time to a wrong location. It was in his happy moment it occurred to him that eventhough he was not mistakenly sent back in time to a wrong location, that he might have been sent back to a wrong year. He remembered one of his missions he was sent back a month earlier than the mission date, and so, he had to stay at the location for a whole month. The microchip fixed in all time travellers' body is so programmed that only departure day and time is recognized, and this date and time would be set before the time traveller is sent back in time. In cases where the time traveller is mistakenly sent back farther than the supposed date, the microchip cannot auto-correct itself, neither can it be corrected from the main server. Instead, it counts to the very date programmed on it. So, if a time traveller is mistakenly sent back a year or so earlier than the departure time on the microchip, the agent would have to wait that long before the microchip would transport him back to the safe house on the very date programmed on it. Time travellers have complained bitterly about this, but, "our engineers are working on it tirelessly" is all they get every time. "What year is this" The young man asked? His question commanded silence in the entire courtroom. Not because they understood what he said, but, the way he spoke commanded a good sense of respect as far as the people is concerned. Ebo was amazed again. "Year?" He asked the young man in amazement. He was surprised that there could be someone who doesn't know the year they are in. "Ki lo wi (what did he say?)" The king asked again in anxiety. "1948" Ebo replied the young man, ignoring the king's question. "What?" The young man shouted. "1948?" He asked in a loud voice. "Ebo, ki lo wi se (what did he say?)". The rest of the conversation in the courtroom did not bother the young man at all. He was more concerned about his present predicament. "1948?" He asked himself again. His mission was for 1958, and he was sent back to 1948. Meaning he would have to stay in Ibadan for the next 10 years. "What would become of my wife, Angella?" He questioned himself.



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As I said the last time, you would have to bear with me for not bringing the episodes to you early enough. It is not deliberate at all. Work has been hectic lately, and I don't have the entire story typed somewhere. I type the story episode by episode. So, kindly bear with me. I want to believe the story is getting clearer now. Angella's husband is stranded in Ibadan for the next 10 years, and at the same time, someone has showed himself to be Angella's husband. What did Dr. Mag tell the young man before he was sent back in time? I smell foul play here. I don't know if you smell it too. I'll come your way again with the next episode.




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Saturday, March 11, 2017

BEADS (Episode 3)

During the battle of hamlets and towns, people died. Huts and houses were burnt, women were raped, men were killed, kings were overthrown, and above all, princes and princesses were enslaved. During these battles, several hamlets and towns lost their glory, while some gained more glory and relevance before other. At the mention of the name of some mighty towns, cold fear was sent down the spines of minor and feeble hamlets. These battles of domination and supremacy continued for years in several parts of the world, not leaving out African. As they say, "a war only ends when another war begins". Even after the end of some wars and battles, the pains and hurt linger on, in the heart of the victims. The brutality the victims survive has a way of turning them into predators after the war. A predator they never bargained for. For some, what their eyes have seen has a way of rendering them speechless, but never the same again for the rest of their lives. During these times of battles and wars, a town conquered many villages and hamlets, but was never conquered. This town won several battles, but was never defeated. This same town enslaved so many, but was never enslaved. Ibadan (a nearby place of rest) got its name from merchants who passed through the then isolated land, from Ife to Oyo, and vice versa. These merchants travelled on horses and foot to get to their destinations. The journey from Oyo to Ife was a great one, and in most cases, comes with its tiring moments. Travellers from both ends naturally found a place to be the mid-point of their journey, and in turn, set up tents there to rest for a while before continuing their journey. Gradually, the place got a name, "E BA O'DAN" (meaning, a nearby place of rest). The length of the name didn't aid its pronunciation at all, and it was just a matter of time, before it was shortened to IBADAN which was the name that stuck to the town, just like a tick to a dog.


Ibadan housed several rivers, and one of them was Eleyele River, which was a big one, and people journey from far and near to fetch from the river. Aside fetching from the river, people also perform some of their domestic works in the river, like the washing of clothes and plates, while little children see the river as their amusement park where they play and splash water on each other, in the innocence of their young minds. It was one of these joyful moments for the little ones, and dutiful moments for the adult that a very strange figure was noticed not too far from the river bank. The sight of the figure was not only disturbing, but was also strange and alarming. It was a man possibly in his early 30s. The man was looking round like a lost fellow, and his physical look was totally different from what the inhabitants of the land were familiar with. He was not as black as they were, neither was he as white as the whiteman that has shown them great and amazing things. He was not only different, he was naked.

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Francis, the computer analyst, found the unmatching finger prints more disturbing than Dr. Mag and Commander James. For the latter, they were more particular about the mission Agent 2 went on than the unmatching finger prints. They needed the name badly and urgently. Agent 2 looked so pale and different, and it was as if a lot has happened to him, which no one could confirm because he could barely speak loudly nor relate freely. He simply sat on one of the chairs, staring at the air. Dr. Mag examined him for a moment before she concluded that Agent 2 has suffered a minor psychological blow in the course of the mission. "I think he has a partial Amnesia" Dr. Mag informed Commander James after her brief examination. An Amnesia is a psychological situation where one suffers from loss of memory and would not be able to remember certain things.  "Really?" Commander James asked, and Dr. Mag replied with a nod. "He would need some time to recuperate, and we need to bring familiar people and events to him to aid his recuperation" Dr. Mag offered her professional advice. "We should be grateful he made it back alive" She added. I was just a matter of time before Angella was invited to be briefed about the event. When she arrived, Commander James took his time to let her know that it was just a minor incident. "Can I see him now" She asked out of anxiety. "Yes. You can. But, just know that we are doing all we can to make sure…"Commander James tried to explain. "Can I see my husband now?" She interrupted him, raising her voice a little beyond normal. Commander James didn't feel insulted at all. He perfectly understood how Angella felt. "Yes. Follow me please." He said, as he got up from his chair. For Francis, his expectation was different from that of Dr. Mag and Commander James. He totally believed that they might somehow not know the difference between the man in the conference room and the very person he knows to be Agent 2. But, he was certain that Angella would be able to tell the difference. As Angella followed Commander James to the conference room, Francis heart beat faster than normal because he was eager to know if there was an impostor or not, and only a wife could tell who her husband truly is.


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I hope you have been able to fix the little dots in the story? I hope you are flowing along with the story? I hope you are not lost? If you are lost, don't worry. You would understand as the episodes unfold. I'll come your way again with the next episode. The story remains BEADS.



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BEADS (Episode 2)


When you call someone you really want to reach and the person doesn't pick up, you don't leave a message for such a person. You just keep calling, and calling and calling, without keeping count of how many times you've called. You just keep calling, not out of anger, but, due to fear and curiosity. Angella has called her husband for several times, and the only thing she heard was a voice urging her to drop a message after the tone. Immediately the voice urges her to drop a message, she ends the call, only to redial the number as if that would change things. She repeated the process for several times without counting, only to ask herself why she was making an issue out of nothing. "…afterall, he already told me he would be going for a mission." She told herself. "But, is there a difference between this particular mission and his previous missions?" She asked herself, only to find no answer to her question. She tried to cast her mind off the whole thing and focus on what she had to do for the day. Her plan for the day was very simple and precise. "to do house chores and then rest" She reminded herself again of her plan for the day. But, before she could conclude on which house chores to do first, the thought of her husband crossed her mind again. She picked her phone to call him again. Just as before, the voice told her what to do after the tone. At that point, she became really worried. "has something bad happened to him?" She asked herself. Nobody would blame her for nursing such a negative thought. Atleast, not anybody married to a time-traveller who knows the dangers in time-travelling. A time-traveller can get lost in time, or even get stranded in the past. It would have been better if time-travellers could travel to the future. "We are the only agency close to getting how to travel to the future" She remembered her husband's words some time ago. "It would have been better if people get stranded in the future" She thought. "Atleast, one is certain to meet them later in life. But, for someone stranded in the past…" Angella thought real deep. She picked her phone to call her husband again. Her heart could not bear the uncertainty anymore. "Please, leave a message after the tone" The voice said again without paying any attention to her feelings. Before she could end the call, she felt like vomiting, and she rushed to the toilet, only to vomit almost nothing. As she washed her mouth and face after vomiting, she wondered what could be wrong with her, and she couldn't get an answer to her question. But, little did she know that she was pregnant.



Dr. Mag checked her time, only to discover that it was 2 hours to the close of work for the day. She thought of those things she was to do after work. "I'll be going on a date with Frank." She reminded herself as she smiled. In her late 30s, Dr. Mag was still single. For a good part of her life, she didn't see the need for marriage, and she wasn't ready for it either, except for Frank who for a while has been disturbing her with the whole marriage talk. She would have given him a piece of her mind about marriage just the way she gave every guy that came around her with a proposal, but for Frank, he was a very different person, and Mag could not go hard on him. While she was basking in the euphoria of the coming date, it crossed her mind that nothing has been heard of Agent 2. He was supposed to be back because the mission was a 50 minutes mission. His return time was 2:18pm, and like other agents, his return location was a house close to Brown Hills park. As it works, once the return time clocks, they would automatically vanish from the past, and land in house close to the park. So, most of the time, agents are given more time for their mission incase of eventualities. She moved her chair to the table and she picked the phone to call Commander James via Intercom. "We haven't heard from him" Commander James said. "But, he was sighted at Brown Hills Park some hours ago, and I've sent men to get him." He added. "I think the men are back. Meet me in the conference room now" Commander James added sharply. In the conference room, Agent 2 looked pale and lost. He stared at the air like a lost fellow. "Agent 2, what happened?" Commander James asked. No response came from Agent 2. He only continued to stare at the air. "Commander, we have a situation" Francis, the computer analysist said. "His finger print does not match that of Agent 2". He whispered to the Commander.


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What is wrong with Agent 2? What happened to him that makes him look stunned? And, talking about finger print, why does his finger print not match? Definitely, something is wrong somewhere. I'll come your way again with the next episode. The story remains BEADS. 



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