#THE_MINISTER’S_SON
EPISODE 17
The room was not new to me, the young nurse knew whom I was, we were alre-ady friends. I opened my eyes to see her smiling at me, she was obviously glad to see me regain my conscious.
“How do you feel David?” She place her hand on my n£¢k, maybe to feel my temperature.
“Not fine, am not sure, what happened to me?”
“You coll@psed, are you stressed about something? That might have been the cause.” She sat on the be-d.
“Am not stressed.” I said shortly.
“You can count on me David, share it with me.” She held my hand warmly.
“I have nothing to share.” I was getting agitated. Why was she so stubborn?
Eventually the door was pushed open, a cop appeared at the door. I knew what it meant, I lied back on the be-d.
“How is he? We nee-d to take him back into the cells.” The cop spoke.
The nurse, her name was Mercy, she glanced at me and I win-ked at her.
” I nee-d to treat him for some more hours, he isn’t fine.” She answered him.
“Alright, call the office when you are throu-gh with him.” He instructed before he left.
“Say thanks .” she tea-sed.
“For what?”
“Ok, let me call him back.”
“Go ahead plea-se.” I dared her.
“You are thick headed David.”
Mercy was young girl who seemed so social, I nee-ded to use her to get out of prison.
“Your head is thicker than mine Mercy, do you have a b©yfri£nd?” She had not expected such a question, she looked away in shyness.
“Its complicated. Why do you ask?” Did she think that I wanted to be her b©yfri£nd? She obviously knew that I had a marriage ceremony with a minister’s daughter. “Maybe I am attra-cted to you Mercy.”
“The minister’s son is a joker.” She smiled.
“I am serious, you are likeable and lovable Mercy.” I confessed.
“You are flattering me, are you serious David?” She wore an innocent face.
“Yes, you will know the truth soon.” I pu-ll-ed her on my be-d.
“Let me lock the door David.”
“I will lock it, don’t bother.” I looked at the clock, it re-ad 16:45hours. There was no time to waste.
I la-id her on the be-d and started my hands on her, she had nice young b©dy but my mind was far from that. She placed her hands around my n£¢k and k!$$£d me.
“ma-king love with the minister’s son, what a day!” She remarked trying to push my trou-ser down word. I pu-ll-ed out her t©p so that only her red br@ was left on her b!own b©dy , her trou-ser was alre-ady on the floor b©dy , her trou-ser was alre-ady on the floor. I began by tying up her hands on the be-d.
“What are you doing sweetheart?” She wasn’t suspicious, if at all she was, she didn’t sound so.
“The Minister’s son makes love in a special way. plea-se close your eyes.” I reached for her p@n-ts and pu-ll-ed them to the floor. I had an instinct to make love on her but then there was no time for that , besides, my Serena could never be betrayed.
I frisked her trou-ser and eventually a bunch of keys, there was no doubt that my mission was halfway successful.
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By the time I got into our compound, it was around 18:30hours. I knew I had no much time, if at all I meant to save Rozina’s life and to find my mother, I had to be swift. The gateman had shown some shock on seeing me, he had not expected me.
“Good evening sir, welcome back.” He saluted, his name was Joe Ngigi.
“Hello Joe, is the minister around?”
“You mean your Dad?”
“We don’t have any other minister around, do we?” I was loosing my patience with Joe.
Its a weakness to almost every African, they will have to repeat your words before answering your question, no matter how direct your question seems to be.
You meet an African lady in a public sp©t.
“My name is Kim, what’s your name?” You are so expectant, eagerly waiting for an answer so that you can ask your next question, she answers; “Oh! My name?” Had you not been so clear in your question? To survive in Africa patience is a basic key, Joe was no exception. “He is in sir.” He answered.
“When did he come back?” I was curious.
“At around five this evening sir, is there any problem?” He sounded alarmed.
I ignored his question.
“If anyone asks you if you have seen me say you haven’t, OK?” I ordered.
“But sir…”
“No buts!” I yelled, I nee-ded to be tough.
“OK sir.”
“Secondly, nob©dy should get into this compound from now till further notice.” His face portrayed more confusion, he had no option than to take my orders.
I hurried towards the parking where I had no trouble in locating my gun where Rozina had placed it. I didn’t st©p to think or consider the intensity or consequences of what I intended to do. I had to do all I could to protect whatever gave meaning to my life, if it would meaning killing Dad to have Serena and my mother back, I was re-ady to do it.
I walked straight into the rich bungalow, it looked lonely and deserted, I didn’t s-en-se my mother’s pres£nce. The welcoming warmth was no longer there, the atmosphere was cold and sad, I had no doubt that my mother was in danger.
There was no light in the living room downstairs, I didn’t hesitate going upstairs but before I took to the stairs, Angela appeared from the kitchen.
“Sir?” She was obviously shocked.
“Angela, good evening.”
“Good evening sir, glad to see you back, welcome.” She had a lovely innocent smile.
“Thank you Angela, have you seen Rozina?” I was getting worried, Rozina was incharge of everything, she has always been there to see who gets in and out of the house, she used to monitor the other maids as they did their duties. Her main duty was to be my mother’s personal maid.
“Your Dad called him upstairs and…” I didn’t wait for the rest, I ran upstairs feeling my gun which was held ti-ghtly against my w@!st by my belt.
The silence upstairs was suspicious, if two people were in the upstairs, then some movements or some activities would be evident. There was light in my Dad’s study room. I hurried and pushed the door but nob©dy was inside. The room looked so disorganized, books and old newspapers were all over the floor, it wasn’t the room I was used to.
I checked into all the other rooms, including washing rooms but there was no sign of Dad or Rozina, there was only one room left, my parents be-droom. I didn’t mind the uncouthness of getting into it, I had no choice. I ti-ptoed towards the door and placed my left ear on the lock of the door. At first I didn’t hear any movement but with time, I could hear some faint voices inside the room. I wondered what would happen if I broke in to find my both parents on be-d, it would be a taboo. Now that I couldn’t hear anything ap@rt from the faint voices which I wasn’t sure of what they were saying, or even to whom they belonged, I decided to be less hostile. I wanted to knock and be opened for, incase Mom was still not around, I wound then point my gun to him until he would tell me where she was.
I was almost placing my knuckles on the door and make a polite knock when I heard a sharp scream from inside, it was a lady’s scream.
My one shoot kick flang the unlocked door open. There he was, with his pair of p@n-ts and the n-ked Rozina on the carpet, her che-st was bleeding, on his right hand, he held his pistol. How I prayed that Rozina be alive. I reached for my gun before …
“Drop your gun Dad!” I ordered pointing my gun on him. He glared at me angrily.
“You son of a b—h! Your dare point at me? Your Dad?”
“You are the b—h, I am not your son! Now drop the gun before I re-lease a bullet throu-gh your skull!” I fired a bullet to the ceiling and I saw him shiver. Before he knew it I had alre-ady kicked the gun out of his hand, Dad was a heavy man and it wouldn’t be simple to take him to the ground. My interest was to rescue Rozina’s life and to know where my mother was. Regardless of him not being my real Dad, I still had no courage to land my hands on him, he had brou-ght me up, he had educated and provided for me. Dad had failed in one thing, my freedom, he had denied me my precious freedom. He still wanted to control my life even at my age of 26years, that was unbearable.
“Why all these my son?”
“Your son? Me? Look at me sir.” I raised his face from his chin using my gun. I looked onto his face.
“Look at me, am I your son? Am I?” I guess I was becoming weak with emotions, staring in his we-t eyes was not simple, the same red eyes that had always scared hell out of me with commands. The eyes looked weak and in despair, the old man was now scared.
“David, I can explain plea-se.” He pleaded.
“Tell me everything, where is my mother? Where did you take her? Answer me!” My b©dy was shaking with fury, a f0rç£ inside me as-sured me that I was doing the right thing. “Your mother deserted us David, can’t you see am dying of missing her?” He wiped his crocodile tears.
“An old man is now crying? You remember what you did to me when I fell from a pawpaw tree in the orcha-rd ? You beat me for crying, you said men don’t cry, yet how old was I? Sixty years like you? No , thank you! I was only ten, you sl@pped my poor mom for complaining, in my sight Dad, how do you think I felt? Had I my strength I would have killed you, that pain eats me up to d@t£. Now, produce her!” I pushed him to the corner with my gun squarely on his che-st.
“My son, I will tell you the truth, plea-se keep your gun off me.” He pleaded.
“I will count up to ten and then shoot you to death and I will return to prison if you don’t cooperate!” I ordered and started to count.
“Will you forgive me David? If I tell you the truth?” His voice shook with fear and sadness. He looked more old and exhausted, he now had developed indefinate wrinkles on his face.
“If there will be an forgivable sin, if its about my mother then I promise you a painful death.” I grinded my teeth with bitterness and fury.
“Am sure your mother is safe David but…” Before he completed, the door flung open.
I swiftly turned to see Judas pointing his short gun at me.
“Drop your gun David! I will shoot you if you don’t!” To my disbelief, Judas ordered.
“Judas? Why do you betray me always?” My voice was in disapointment.
Dad gr@bb£d my gun swiftly and used his right hand to punch on my face. I still had no strength and courage to fight him, I still saw him as my Dad.
I lost my ground and consciousness when something heavy landed on the back of my head.
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When I c@m£ to, my b©dy was completely we-t, someone had been pouring cold water on me. My hands and legs were tied, Dad sat on a simple chair infront of me, he held his gun.
“David, it was simple to kill you when you were unconscious, but I want you to know the truth before you die.” I saw Judas get into the room.
“Judas is my son, I killed your Dad and mother, the same way I will kill you tonight…
#THE_MINISTER’S_SON
EPISODE 18
“Judas is my son, I killed your Dad and mother, the same way I will kill you tonight…
“Go ahead and kill me, kill me!” My b©dy was shaking, if my mother was dead then why would I be alive? She was the only one who knew where Serena was, I had nothing and no one to live for.
I felt the unfairness of life, I had always been a good friend to Judas, I had helped him in so many areas, due to his greed for money, he stood to betray me, he was courageous enough to point a gun at me. The guy that we have been friends for so long, we had shared our youth secrets and fears. Had Judas forgot all that? Or was he the Minister’s son as my Dad had said? After all had he not be so concerned with his life? Maybe he was his son, but then, what happened to my Dad? How had he died?
“You will die soon David. But I will give you a short story before I kill you.” He paused to make a prolonged laughter which only portrayed his wickedness.
“Twenty four years a go, I worked as your Dad’s lawyer. Your Dad was a multimillionaire, he dealt with businesses both local and in abroad. He was a professional doctor but he had quited his job in order to control his own businesses. Mrs Ndegwa (Joyce Mother) was his personal secretary, Ndegwa, the minister, was your father’s driver. One day your Dad went to Germany for a week to check on his firm. Your mother was still young and pretty, she happened to be late in her office and she wanted my help, she was my boss so I picked her and drove her home where she invited me for super. By then you were less than a year old, you had a sister who was four years old. On that night, your mother and I spent together. I respected your Dad and I loved him as my boss, he was respected and admired by many.
Eventually, your Dad returned from abroad and a month later your mother discovered that she was pregnant, she carried my kid. I advised her to ab-ort because I too had a wife and children. She tried to ab-ort but she had complications, your Dad had to know about her attempt to ab-ort. Your mother loved your Dad so she confessed everything thus endangering my life. On that evening I heard ban-ging of my gate and I c@m£ out to find your Dad in my compound, he was fuming with fury, he had a sword on his hand. My watchman tried to st©p him but he struck him with the sword, your Dad was a strong man and I couldn’t take him. I ran into the house and my wife handed me what I had gone for, a pistol, the same pistol am holding right now. By then your Dad was alre-ady in my house, I had no choice than to shoot him, I had no intention to kill him but on receiving a shoulder bullet, he slided and fell from the upstairs and broke his n£¢k…..”
Before he completed his unbelievable story, the door flung open, five police officers pointed their guns at me simultaneously…
“Arrest the minister first! He is a murderer!” I shouted as they approached me. None of them seemed to listen to me, all they wanted is to have me back in prison. I looked at Rozina’s bleeding b©dy lying on the floor, the cops were so inhuman to see that she nee-ded help. The Minister’s story on how he killed my parents echoed in my mind, yet here I was, maybe with my last opportunity to revenge for my parents deaths. Going back to prison might mark the end of my mission, he was an influential man, having me killed in prison would take him little time.
I wanted to shoot him on head, I would then spend my life in prison, maybe the judge would s£ntence me to death, but then, I would die a better man. I held my gun ti-ghtly against Dad, I reached for the trigger. Five guns were alre-ady pointed at me, the cops threatened to shoot me, I was not afraid of that, all I wanted is the Minister to meet his maker.
“I will shoot you if you don’t drop that gun!” One of the cops, who appeared to be in charge threatened.
“I want to die, this idiot killed my Dad and my mother, I must kill him now!”
“David?” I turned to see Rozina struggling to stand, she had regained her consciousness. I was glad to see her alive.
“Rozina? Are you alright?”
“plea-se drop the gun, I don’t want you to die David, you can only fight the injustice when alive. Your death will mean the end of all we have struggled for. Don’t give up sir.” She spoke pas-sionately. Her words reminded me of my mother’s words, I looked at her ring on my little f!nger, her words were so clear in my mind, I had to keep fighting, I had no option than to surrender myself to the cops, I would then proceed with an appeal case in which I would explain everything to the court. My biggest problem was that I had no evidence or witness ap@rt from Rozina whose life was obviously in danger. The minister would not hesitate eliminating her in my abs£nce.
“Thanks Rozina, I promise never to give up on this battle, even if I die, my bones and spirit will still fight for justice.” I helped her up by her w@!st, she must have been in great pains, there was blood on her th!ghs too, she was alre-ady R@p£d, the cops were so blind to that.
“If you have to take me away, Rozina must accompany me into the clinic hospitals.” I said firmly, it was the only way to protect her. Unfortunately, I wasn’t ill so I would be taken direct behind bars, she couldn’t be safe in the clinics alone. I pointed my gun against my shoulder and re-leased a bullet,it was painful but I had to do it. “Why this David?” Rozina cried, everyone appeared shocked.
“You and I are now wounded, that means we will be in the clinics soon, I propose that we be allocated the same room in the wards.” I explained as I dropped my gun. As if they had really looked toward to that, the coward cops rained their kicks and lances on me, I wondered of their beating was really necessary, had I not surrendered myself?
They beat me into a point I couldn’t support myself again, I nee-ded to be carried into their jeep. I pas-sed out on our way to the cells, I had requested them to take Rozina with me, I wasn’t sure if they had.
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I opened my eyes and closed them again, whoever I saw nee-ded a good explanation from me, I owe her my apologies, her face was not a happy one.
“David? I know you can hear me.” She called.
“I can’t plea-se, am still unconscious. Why don’t we talk some other time, I will explain.”
“You are an idiot David.”
“There is some truth in that, an idiot who tricked you, that makes you a bigger idiot my lady.” I joked.
“You must explain to me why you did it..”
“Or else what? Swallow me alive?”
“See what am holding?”
“Yes, a syringe, I like injections, that’s why I c@m£, will you mind using the syringe at my behinds? Its sweet there.”
“The Syringe contains some poison, I want you to die for fooling me.” She threatened.
“Oh! Good news after so much bad, at least I will have some plea-sure meeting my dead Dad and mother, I will ask them how they were killed and whether my sister was still alive, I will haunt their murderers as a spirit, but trust me Mercy, I won’t haunt you. I like you.” I smiled at her, a smile full of pain and vengeance.
“What do you mean David? The minister? Your Dad is dead?” She looked so shocked.
“Yes and no, or maybe no and yes. Let’s say its an imagination.”
“David? Tell me everything, plea-se don’t hide anything from me, I will go to my grave with it.” She promised.
“I don’t believe that, I hate promises, I only loved them when I was a kid. I will only tell you my story if you vow to help me Mercy, I nee-d help.”
“Anything for you David, I swear…”
“St©p swearing, my digestion hates that.”
“Am sorry David.”
“I nee-d to be sorry to you myself.” I decided to narrate my whole story the nurse (Mercy) who just held her breath.
“Are you sure that story its true, I mean how can men be so inhuman?” She wiped her tears. “Am so sorry David, I will stand by you.” She pe-cked and wiped it on my cheek.
“Did they bring Rozina here?” I asked her.
“They did but am sorry David.” She said sadly.
“Sorry? What do you mean?”
“Rozina….
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