Here of the concluding part of this A forbidden experience of destiny link
Chidera was shaking a pack of something that looked like crayfish onto a bag of Garry she had bought. It was rat poison.
“Do you seriously think any right-thinking rat would fall for that make-believe?” Sneered her brother as he watched her.
You wait and see……
Chidi shrugged and made face at her, she beamed. At home, rats handmade toilets out of their bags of rice and Garri, and we’re slowly eating up the room and driving them crazy.
She finished, and was washing her hands when a motorcycle appeared out of nowhere and knocked the sachet of water from her hands. The rider turned and let loose a string of abuse, bumped into a bus and shook his fist at the driver, all in one fluid motion, then was sealed by the harmattan mist the continued on their way, used to this madness.
They walked down a street where the storey houses were so close together that the balcony rails touched, and then turned into an alley with reeking gutters that served as a nursery for malaria. This path would lead them to the shops they sought. But the alley also harbored area boys. “Stamp your feet on the ground,"
Chidi hissed at his sister, afraid. Then they walked into a nightmare. Two young men sitting on stools spotted and began to rise. Chidi saw them and moaned under his breath. He reached down furtively and thrust his wad of cash into his boxers.
" Senior brother". Grunted the thinner of the two men to his companion, “I see rich soup “The other man. Who was relation? Smiled quietly. A scar ran under his nose where a mustache should have been. Both men where shirtless: they were warmed by greed.
Other miscreants had spotted Chidi and his sister, a band of six.
"Look! Senior brother!"
"No gawking! This was the call to plunder. Within second the band had for formed a tight ring round the frightened pair. Chidi felt drunk with fear. He reached inside himself for courage, but gave up as barred-chested youth grabbed him by the lapels. In his chest, his heart was panicked bull, ramming against his rib cages.
The sun forced a path through the fog and started down, rheumy like a goat's eye. An elderly Chinese man turned into the alley, speaking rapid Cantonese into a cell phone. The wind picked up as if on cue and blew a rolled-up newspaper into his path. He kicked it aside absently, looked up, gasped out “Dew neh loh moh!" at the scene before him then turned and fed.
"Everything you have," someone ordered in querulous Yoruba. Chidi emptied his pockets. "This one is a jester, “the hooligans who grabbed the money from Chidi growled waving the four-hundred-and-sixty-naira worth of notes angrily. Chidi began to plead that he didn't have more money, then stopped, stunned as the words were sucked back into his throat by an explosion in his right ear-one the area boys had slapped him.
"Search him"! Ordered "scar-under-nose”. They quickly found the money he had stashed away- it was one thousand two hundred and fifty naira. As crooks and cheats will look for every opportunity to lie but resent the trait in others, they began to pummel him in anger.
"Thief!" "Hawker of curses!" "It's your mother you're lying to!" "Merchant of lies!" Chidera was also attacked her purse was snatched from her and rude fingers grabbed at the bag of garri in her hand and band of her panties. Then one of the hooligans turned and tore away. It was the one with money the lame one.
Quick as flash, they abandoned their assault on Chidi and his sister and charge d after their hobbling colleague. He hadn't run very far when his useless legs were swept into the air by a vicious kick. They converged on his sprawled frame. "Are you hurt? “Chidi hobbled over to his sister, a shaft of pain rewarding him for effort. "I-I’m okay" she lies and choked back a sob, avoiding his eyes as she packed a breast into its twisted cup.
They stood there for a maternity, collecting their wits; then Chidera said, they took all our money her brother did not answer but took off his shoes and shook out the remaining money Twenty thousand in all. He had hidden the bulk of his money in his shoes as a precaution against such a mishap. His shoes were oversized sneakers.
Chidi's mind strayed to the stolen bag garri, and he shrugged. Karma if they eat it, karma if they don't. "Do you think they will eat that garri?" Chidera asked, mirroring his thoughts.
"No” Chidi replied wishing would.
A short distance away, six hoodlums stood waiting near a tap with a stolen bag of garri while another filled a large aluminum bowl water. Another hoodlums appeared with some sugar tied in nylon bag. They mixed the garri and sugar in the aluminum bowl, then headed for a nearby uncompleted building. They piled into one of the rooms, eager to begin their feast of death.
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