Tuesday, March 28, 2017

BEADS (Episode 5)

The white ball with black stripes slightly raced on the rug from one end of the room to the other, touching Angella's right foot, waking her up from her reverie.  "Goal !!!" Her young daughter shouted from where the ball came from. Angella looked at her daughter with a hard-earned smile. "Goal !!!" Her daughter shouted again, as if urging her mother to play the ball with her. Of all people, Angella knew the best thing she could do in situations like that was yield to her daughter's humble request, if not, she might start crying. She picked the ball and rolled it back towards her daughter. "Goal !!!" She said, accompanying it with yet another hard-earned smile, as if to complement whatever might be seen as incomplete in her actions. As the ball rolled towards her daughter, she followed it with a fixed gaze, and when the ball eventually got to her daughter, she smiled again - this time, an easy smile. "She looks exactly like Federick – her father." She said to herself. The thought brought to life again the memories of the good old days. Days and times when her marriage with Federick was exactly what any aspiring couple would long for. Times before things turned out the way they did. Days before Federick went on the mission to Africa. Since after the mission, their carpet changed. So did their table, their dog and their car. Federick also changed, as their marriage was not left out. She still remembered the words of Dr. Mag, and how her words expected her to cope with her husband's predicament, no matter how long it took. At first, she thought Federick would recover his memory. So, she took her to places that would help trigger his lost memory. The first week of going out was hell for her as Federick could not remember anything at all, not even where he proposed to her on her 25th birthday eve. "Do you remember this place?" She asked him with so much faith and expectation of getting a yes from him. "hmmmmmm…" He tried to remember. "No. I don't" He finally declared. Angella was disappointed. But, she felt it was too early to be disappointed. So, she continued the following week, taking him to places they have been together before the mission, doing and saying things that she felt would help Federick remember things. "Angella" Federick called, during one of their outings, a month after the mission to Africa. Then, it was becoming obvious that Angella was pregnant, and different thoughts crossed her mind as Federick called her name. He has never called her name like that. Not since he came back from the mission. Angella thought Federick was about to tell her he could remember everything. She cleared the thought off her head as soon as possible. It would be too good to be true, and she was not ready to raise her hope, only for it to be burst later. "Maybe he wants to tell me it's all a joke" She thought within herself. She nursed the thought for a while before Federick's actual words came to her.  "I appreciate all your efforts all this while. How you had to quit your job to ensure I recover as soon as possible." Federick continued. "But, I am very sorry to say this, I still can't remember anything before the day you all said I went on a mission to Africa." He added. Angella's heart almost broke into pieces. "I can't even remember who I was before the day you showed up in the conference room" He added again. Silence reigned between them for some seconds before Federick murdered the silence. "I will advise you stop making me who I can't remember, and simply take me for who I am right now." He said, dropping the bombshell. Angella could still remember the tears that fell from her eyes that day. She could still remember her decision that day to love Federick and the way things have turned out to be. "Goal !!!" Her daughter shouted again as the ball touch her left foot, waking her up again from her reverie. This time around, she picked the ball, moved closer to her daughter and bounced it gently before her. "Goal !!!" She said. This time, with a very easy smile.


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Yes. I know the episodes are taking like forever before coming your way, and the major reason is not hidden from you. But, this very episode is coming pretty late because I was kinda ill all through last week. So ill that I could barely talk at a point. But great thanks to God for granting me quick recovery. I am now as strong as a rock. God in His infinite mercy did not leave me unattended to. Neither did many friends and well-wishers leave me aswell, especially Constance who did not relent in making sure I conducted medical tests and also take my medications. I am very grateful to you all. I'll try all I can do to get the next episode to you early enough.



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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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