Written by : KeN And Speranza
[ Part One ]
[ Part Two ]
HANNAH AND OLIVER: [PART THREE]
They approached an old looking hall full of young looking rugged women. She was dropped inside the hall where she lay helpless like a strand of spaghetti draped over furniture. She lay unconscious on the floor. The women in the place looked weak and feeble. Their faces had huge pregnant stories to tell. Where was this place? She automatically knew that something was not right. The two men who had brought her walked towards the door and locked it from the outside.
She slowly raised her head and gazed at the surroundings around her. She was appalled. A horde of young ladies lay helpless on the floor of the hall. They seemed abused, intoxicated and dehydrated. As she was trying to get herself up, she felt something pressing hard on her cleavage area. She slowly inserted her left hand inside her dress and unmasked a tag that had been permanently inscribed around her neck. It was written no. 1061. She gazed at it again. She noted that all the ladies inside the hall had the same tag but a different number. She wondered what it meant.
The hall was dark. It was during the night. Her watch read 1am. She sat at the corner of the hall wondering about her fate. She hunched up her legs until the knees touched her chest. She held herself and started staring at the young girls. She wondered why they looked so weak and feeble. She wondered what they were being subjected to. Some of the ladies were ‘au natural’ while some had torn clothes that exposed their unwashed bodies. She noted that some of them had fresh cuts and scars on their faces and thighs. Hannah’s heart pounded hard as she realized that this was not a bed of roses. The condition that the ladies were in, explained it all.
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She rolled from side to side in a bid to get some sleep. She kept rotating her slender beautiful body wondering where her life was to start. Her eyes were open and her face could tell it all. She was unsettled. She could not find sleep though. The ceaseless sounds that emanated from the other houses next to her could not even make her have peace with herself. She was in sixes and sevens. When other couples were living life, when other children were being pampered by their parents, when other families were planning make over’s and good life strategy, Joy was in a dilemma. She was between a rock and a hard place. She was torn between two worlds. She had to choose between becoming the woman of the night and begging.
By: Ken N Speranza
Check out HANNAH AND OLIVER PART ONE of this story
Oliver got to his house; he thunderously banged the door open using his right leg and sat on the carpeted floor. His both hands had held his head. Those tears, which people would like to, hide publicly were busy rolling down his face. He held his chin. Looking at the place she had slept, he got up and walked to the sofa where she had lay and got hold of the seat covers. He put them in his nose, sniffed them strongly, and later held them close to his heart. This is the time he realized that he had lost something big in his life. He took a paper and a pencil from the shelf at a certain beautiful corner and put the land cruiser’s identification numbers on paper. He rushed upstairs, wore his big jungle jacket, and also put in place a machete. He was determined to do this. He was going after Hannah.
We live in a world that has many pros and cons. Most of the people in this globe don’t really care of how other people strain to survive in this world. People are really suffering. They suffer in anticipation of getting to live the next day. They suffer in order to get ‘a breathe’ of sustenance of the following day. The few who are super rich don’t really care of how the poor survive. They are just interested in accumulating wealth while some of them are the sole proprietors of the suffering poor people.
How much have been said of the poor generation? What has been done? You can admit that people are been subjected to abject poverty each rising day. The diseases of the poor e.g. cholera, always make sure they are on the rise in such areas.
Personally, we have investigated a lot of things that many do not know. Poor women who have a lot of children, sell their children to help them survive. The reason behind this, is that they do not have the capacity to feed all their children daily. They would succumb to hunger and die if they tried to stay with them for some more time.
People live in conditions that are totally non-explainable to somebody living a considerable lifestyle. The poor even slaughter cats, rats, dogs and other deadly animals like snakes so as to sustain them for at least two more days. Their news are very welcoming to the media and bloggers who post very heartbreaking photos in dire anticipation that there would be help from any well-wisher.
Rage was burning inside her. She got her clutch and car keys and got out of the mansion. The outside atmosphere was cold and the sounds of crickets combined with those of weird night-birds were evident at her massive compound.
It was at 9 pm.
She quickly got outside the garage and within seconds, a Ford Mustang got out of the garage and soon, she was driving at a certain estate called Bentakara. It was a rich estate where only those who had a reasonable amount of cash could afford to rent a mansion there.
She had been living in Bentakara earlier when her relationship with his husband was full of life and abyss fun until a lady called Nora engulfed her sweet life.
The car halted at the gate of her marital home. She sat transfixed on the seat and gradually, the sweet memories of her earlier life started consuming her. She started flashbacking the episodes of sweet love she had enjoyed with her husband Barrack.
BY : KEN AND SPERANZA
This happened under your roof
Under the same sky
While heavens watched
And hell broke to an endless laughter
When my heart swore to always include you in my diary 😥
When all I had for you just drove me to hear sweet romantic songs
To avoid erase the feelings 😥
When I would count all the days of happiness with you
And all this days were turned to grieve
And all the days I had written in my diary had to be burned to ashes
And here you are a remorseful one 😥
On your knees
Trying to train my heart to love again
A love that showed nothing but the hatred filled in ‘love’
And all your mouth can afford to blab is solemn and sorry words
‘You taught me the meaning of love’
‘I never found love again since I left you’
‘I am so lost now I don’t know the real meaning of my life’
Words of remorsefulness are all that came rushing out of your mouth
I can only admire the beauty that comes from the sorry nature you posses
Look at the sky and pray for solemnity of love in your heart
For my heart can’t offer solace
I erased your name from my diary
A strong pillar of love and hatred separates us
I have an indomitable heart
I am now a fairy tale to you
Flying in a world of love
A world you can’t dominate