Must Read: A man’s destiny [completed] Season 1

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Must Read: A man’s destiny [completed] Season 1

*CHRISTIANA*

I’m spooked and afraid of this trial. It has
gotten to this stage that I have to be prayerful
and watchful. The end is near and might come
in anytime. This is such an imperilling
situation that makes me sad, even annoyed at
times. Should I say my parents were benighted
or what? This is hilarious! They were still
unrepentant after Richie spoke with them, they
weren’t impelled. It seems they did it on
purpose.

I’m nowfamiliar with Doctor Esther and
Doctor Kate, they are my best friends after
Stephanie. They’ve always told me to relax, all
would be fine, they’ve been marvelous and
interesting to be with. But, would all really be
well?
I can’t give any guy my heart because I might
die, and wouldn’t want to cause him a broken
or shattered heart. I hate seeing Stephanie up
and doing just to keep me lively, I hate seeing
tears in Richard’s eyes, I hate it when there’s no peace of mind just because of me, I also wish to be free like everyone! I wish to be free!

I wish to be able to last for six months or
beyond without being rushed to the hospital,
I… I also.. want.. j… joy!
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“There’s no God!” Richard clouted the dressing mirror before him and kept his fist still on the shattered mirror that was left behind.

He went down on his kneels and tears ran
down his cheeks. Uche and Jay rushed into
the room and met him on the floor. His left
hand had started bleeding as he wept bitterly
on his kneels. “This is too much for me to
bear! It is!” He made a vehement outcry and
la!d on the floor.

Uche and Jay stood close to each other and
some steps away from Richard. The two gazed
at each other continuously. They were
becoming tired of Richard’s rambunctiousness,
it seemed his emotion had taken over him
finally. “I don’t like this, Richard. I don’t!”
Uche scowled.

Richard raised his head slowly and fixed his
eyes on Uche, just like a collector fixes his
insect with formalin. “I don’t like it likewise, I
don’t want this to happen too. The more I
remember God, I get mad!” He snorted.

“What on earth makes you run mad whenever
you remember God? Do you know you’re
making me annoyed and even pissed off?” Jay
spoke slowly.

“Did I even mention God? Is there God at all?
There’s definitely no God! None!” He tried to
push himself up but his left hand couldn’t
help. He fell back on the floor and swallowed.

“God is wicked, that is if his existence is real.”

“Just because of this trial?” Uche smiled
faintly and took few steps to him up. He
helped him up while Jay was fixed on the
same spot and watched them.

“You are wrong, Uche.” He said and struggled to gain a stand. He looked into his eyes for seconds and looked at his blood-stained hand then continued.

“God is just partial.” He said softly and closed his eyes as tears fell.

“Richard, watch your mouth!” Jay rebuffed.

Richard looked at Jay with a grimace and
went on his kneels again. “This is so
unbearable, it is so sad. I wonder how she’s
been managing, I fear death! She might die!”
He burst into tears again.

Jay then walked to Richard and ruffled his
hair. “Stop this man, we have to get this
wound treated now.” He told him.

Richard gave a soft chuckle and looked at his
hand. “Why should it be protected? Let me
die!” He shrieked.


Uche sniggered. “Is this how you wish to die?
You couldn’t visit the kitchen to use a knife on
yourself or even drink Dettol antiseptic, you
should have perfected those ones before
screaming.”

Richard was breathing heavily. He stood up
and bit his lower lip. “It’s time to ramble.”

He said as he made the move to walk out.

Uche drew him back and looked into his eyes.

“Let’s get this laceration dressed and we then go to the club.”

“Club? Bar section? You know I don’t follow
you guys, you should know I hate drinking.”

He scoffed.

“Just to drink away your sorrows, if you don’t wish to drink, you should remain in the house.

Don’t make an aimless ramble on a winding
course!”
“In this house, I might do what you suggested
earlier on. I think you guys can go, lock me up
in the house.” He smiled for some seconds
and continued. “Don’t worry, I won’t die
anyhow, I mean I won’t die in a rough way.

You will meet a neat and well dressed corpse
in the living room.”

Jay laughed. “This guy still dey craze! E be
like say you don dey drink the drink wey you
talk say you no want?”
Uche faced Jay. “Should we not go?”
“Why won’t we go? I’ve been sleepless
throughout the week because I’ve not been
able to set my eyes on the beautiful lady for
seven days now.”

Richard hissed and walked into the bathroom
to clean his hand and take a cold shower.

Uche stood by the door, he wished he could
monitor him more than that. He knew it had
been tough on Richard, he had always felt for
his sister who could die anytime.

He took a deep breath and sat on Richard’s
bed when he discovered that he had just
entered into the bathroom to bath, not to
follow his deadly suggestions. If he were in his
shoes, he might have done what he suggested
so as to terminate his life soon. Really, of
what importance is life when it cannot be lived
gleefully? Richard had mostly been boisterous,
was he really to be blamed?
His enthusiasm had gone down the drain. He
hardly smiled. A month wouldn’t end without
rushing Christiana to the hospital. It was
irksome! It was very revolting! Richard had a
strong aversion for it. He did mostly stare at
his sister in the hospital bed and both would
be weeping. It was such a jeopardizing
situation.

“Guys, go and get ready. I think I should
follow you today.” Richard said as he stepped
out of the bathroom in towel.

“You want to follow us?” Uche’s eyes widened.

“Yes, go and get dressed.” He stared at him.

Uche and Jay smiled. It was incredulous,
wasn’t it? They never knew Richie would
concur. It was at least better for him that way,
rather than meandering. The two dashed out
of the room, it seemed the friday would be
great.
———————-
“Having two graduates is what I have always
wanted, I thank God you guys concluded
everything well.” Davies smiled and sipped
from the mist-covered glass of wine in his
right hand.

Pemisire plopped down the cushion and gave
a long breath. “Dad! It wasn’t an easy thing,
all the same, a man’s…”

“-destiny” Pemisayo concluded it for her. She
grinned as she shook her head wondering the
kind of twin sister she had. Everyone knew her
with those words- a man’s destiny.

Pemisayo rested her back on the chocolate-
brown sofa with flared arms. Resting her back
couldn’t make her legs touch the the white
terracotta tile in the living room which ties the
interior to the exterior, practical and easy-to-
clean type. She had to place her legs on the
black glassy stool which was dazzling
lustrous due to it’s reflectivity, caused by the
eye-dimming illumination from the wall
sconces whose sources were concealed.

The living room was a big one with an orange
curtain round the windows and a 49inch LCD
TV mounted to the wall, located about a foot
below ceiling. It had two wall mounted shelves
directly below the TV, two glass coffee tables
with metal framing and two more lamps and
leather recliner. As big as the house was,
there was no derelict part in it.

Pemisayo stared at her twin sister- Pemisire
and beamed. She was clad in a black gown
whose fabric was sequenced elegantly. She
looked smart and beautiful in the dress. “Your
nickname.” She smiled.

“It’s the reality, if you guys don’t know.”

She replied and licked her lower lip, she smiled
and tweaked her nose. “A man’s destiny will
surely get him what it has in stock, either
good or bad. I think the prayer should be –
God should help us change anything bad in
our destinies to good one.” She added.

“But in a man’s destiny, there are some things that might look somewhat bad but they just look that way just to get the man to his or her promise land, they are good qualities.”

Davies chimed in as he dropped the wine glass on the stool before him and pressed his lips together.

“Anyhow, I just know a man’s destiny can’t be changed.”

Pemisire sprung to her feet. “I guess
I have to ease myself.” She said as she dusted
her skirt. As she stood, she was five feet, seven
inches tall, dressed in a v-neck with an oval
button which had a design of love on it. She
wore a white skirt designed with flowers, the
skirt had blue ruffles at the end and the
flowers are light pink with yellow pollen. She
also had a white belt at the middle which
looked like strip.

Pemisire was elegant and rich in glamour. If
words could describe perfection, this would be
it. She was not chunky, neither slim, ‘average’
could be the best word to use on her.

“You and this english of yours… how do you
guess you want to ease yourself?” Pemisayo
chuckled.

“I’ve been feeling ill at ease for a while, I think it’s high time I urinated.” She smiled and walked in.

She walked slowly as she pressed buttons on
her handheld until she flung the door open
and yawned. It was late already, she was tired
due to the stress she had that day. She had to
dance with her friends at the get-together
party for hours. After she had eased herself,
she picked up her dairy and wrote something
inside it.

She sat on her Queen-sized soft-side bed and
drooped the dairy on it. The room was a not
too big, it had richly coloured tapestries on
the wall, fuzzy black accent pillows with
leopard and tiger rugs and a pink silk canopy.

The room was painted pink, floor to ceiling
with two shelves in it. One of the shelves had
books of various types- novels, diaries and
some other textbooks while the other was the
home of DVDs. There were also one white
acoustic guitar, a nylon guitar and an electric
one that all inclined against the shelves.

The room also had a flat panel television with
two black speakers at the front. The dresser
held the personal undergarments and
unmentionable. The room had a centered
traditional chandelier with a trasitional close-
to-ceiling fixture that produced the basic
illumination and created a welcoming
atmosphere. The air conditioner and the
window was blacked out.

She sprawled on the bed when the door to her
room screeched open. She dropped her phone
and sat up. “Dad.” She called and smiled
chivalrously.

Davies walked in with an attaché case which
was a box-style case made of leather,
scrunched over a hinged frame that opens into
two compartments. “Daughter, I’ve come here because I think you can be trusted.” He said and sat beside her.

“Trust?” She repeated as she squinted her face.

She wasn’t sure of what trust meant at that
particular time. She knew Lawrence- his friend
whom he trusted so much, she wondered if he
had been sold down the river by his friend, to
make him come to her. Wasn’t she to be
trusted before? Since her mother died of
cancer, Davies had no other person who he
did confine in but Lawrence, was there any
skirmish?
“Yes.” He smiled and dropped the attaché
case on the floor. “Mart said he’s going to die soon.” He stopped abruptly and swooshed out a long breath. “He called me today and gave me this.” He pointed his index finger at the attaché case on the floor and faced Pemisire.

“Promise me you will keep this as a secret,
even from your twin sister.” He dimmed his
eyes and looked more serious.

“I… do Dad.” She drawled. Her father’s
reaction was getting suspicious, what could be
in the case that he kept from his friend and
even Pemisayo? Though, Pemisire was an
easy-going type, she did talk but wasn’t a
largiloquent type like her sister. All she did do
was to admonish people concerning life, she
was a serious and Godly lady.

“Good.” He smiled and continued as he picked up the case and placed it on his laps.

“This attaché case contains Mart’s classic
documents. He said he insisted that he must
be flown back to Nigeria because he was sure
to die any moment and wouldn’t want his
business to collapse. This case contains
everything that has to do with all he has all
over the world.” He was silent for a while
before he opened the attaché case.

“According to him, anyone who has this case
with him or her is already like him already, a
multi-billionaire. He has no child, neither a
wife, not even a person to be trusted but me.

He told me what he had written in his will,
that anyone with the classic documents is
entitled to everything he has on earth.”

Pemisire’s eyes widened. For Davies to have
the classic documents, they’ve sure have
caught a big fish. Who didn’t know Mart
Foods all over Nigeria? It had various
branches of the company in sixteen states in
Nigeria and was a multi-billionaire. His real
name was Michael Matthew and coined the
name out of the latter. He had a food-
processing companies, construction
companies where various raw materials and
finished products were been produced like-
Mart noodles, Mart sugar, Mart rice and even
Mart cement.

“Dad.” She called him softly. She was awed by the explanations her father had made and kept breathing heavily. She stared at him without blinking, it was a vital thing that her father just got.

“Now, I’m not sure about my safety.” He
sniffled. “If anything happens to me, make
sure you keep this case as a secret because I
see danger on the way. Please Pemisire, know
the kind of person you put your trust in, if
possible don’t trust anyone. I just got to know
I’ve been confining in someone who do not
wish me well. From all indications, Lawrence
may attack me.”

“Dad, stop this joke! He’s your friend now.”

“I got to know more about him today. He
overheard everything Mart told me and when I
left Mart’s place, he kept staring at this
attaché case with me. He looked annoyed and
was portend. In case anything happens, make
away with this case with your twin sister and
keep your identity unleaked because every
man on earth, even his lawyer would want to
have these documents.”

It was eight years already that he had been
working at the headquarters of Mart Foods
with his best friend- Lawrence. He was a man
in his late fifties and a cheerful type.

Pemisire smiled. “Nothing can happen.”

“I pray so.” He said and closed the attaché
case. He handed it over to her and stood up.

“I have to leave now so that your sister won’t suspect anything.”

“But dad, this looks partial. You should have
called her along.” Pemisire stood carrying the
case with her two hands.

“It’s not that I’m being paranoid to your sister,
the fact that she’s garrulous and I know you’re reticent.” He replied and walked out of the room.

————–
Richard walked into the bar- a dusky and
dank place filled with best friends, lovers or
maybe ex-lovers. As he walked in, he
amalgamated the smell of drinks and various
sweats that outraged his nostrils as he
inhaled deeply. As he motioned further, his
eyes were already adjusting to the imminent
darkness. He turned his head and looked
round, he could see seats that had been filled
up. He walked with his friends to the empty
barstroll in a corner where there were bright
spots on the wall, illuminating faces and
people in there.

He could then see that it wasn’t totally dark,
it was his first time. “As usual.” Jay said as
he smiled at the bartender and sat down.

“As usual?” Richard muttered under his breath and took his seat. He placed his wounded hand on the table and continued looking around the bar, it seemed someone was smoking there. He finally found the lady and shook his head. “I think meandering is far
better than all these things.” He tapped Uche
as he spoke.

“Abeg oh, Richard! Why would you meander?
Let’s drink and return home, this is the only
way you can forget things easily.”

“Really? Drinking? All about forgetting all the
bad things, right?” He smiled faintly.

“Yes, it will wash down your worries.” Jay
cooed.

Richard smiled faintly. “Red wine.” He told
Jay. “And, what’s your usual?” He asked.

Jay grinned. “You know say you be small boy,
I take gin and tonic.”

“He’s new in the game..” Uche chimed in,
smiling.

“Anyhow.” He hissed faintly and smiled.

As he smiled, he looked down and started
thinking again. He was muttering in a way no
one would hear him, wondering if God really
existed. If he did, why would he give some
people long life and even prosperity and on
the other hand, give some people a short time
to live on earth. It was pestiferous! Some
people would be filled with mirth, while other
people lachyrmose.

He was in a flurry state. He was melancholic.

It was usually a thing of great fear whenever
he remembered his sister- Christina as an
anemic patient. He had heard many people
who did eventually die after all the struggles
and pains.

He had always asked himself if Christiana
wouldn’t end hers in the grave. He had head of testimonies likewise, he had heard people who scraped through and made it, but they’ve just been ten out of a thousand!

Would Christiana be part of those that would scrape through it?
He didn’t know he had started crying again
until he was tapped by Uche. He then raised
his head and wiped his tears. He had been
served the wine then and his friends had
started drinking.

“A skunk can’t bite and give off it’s scent at a time! Either you drink or be depressed! For
God’s sake your sister is still alive, she’s not
dead. You should be happy concerning that, if
she sees you like this do you expect her to be
happy? You’ll even make her sadder because
all she’s going to be thinking of would be
death! Man, be serious!”
Richard sighed. “I believe all is well.” He said
and started drinking.

They were the three young guys that worked
with Maverick Company and had been friends
since their tertiary education. The three were
employed into the big company and decided
to live together.
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