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"Bastards, welcome to your last Home", I could detect the thick Hausa accent in the Warders voice.
The black cloth finally came off my Face roughly, my eyes were still shut as I knew it would take me a few minutes to adapt to the light and all my senses to acclimatize to the new surrounding. I was no rookie at this, I had had long experience bagging other men's head and taking them to unmapped locations, technically I was a rookie as this was my first time on the receiving end. But I had prepared for this day cause like my Sunday School teacher told me when I was young "those that live by the sword will die by the sword". That day I had told Ogaga and he had laughed and said its not about what you die by, it's about how you chose to die by it, die like a man quiet and resolved.
After then I had evolved into a rock, senses heightened at all times, I listen and stay silent after all they both have same alphabets so they must go together. I counted down to 50 and opened my eyes slowly but my head remained bowed, according to my calculations I had been blind folded and in darkness for approximately 7 days, my other senses had sharpened up in this period. The thing with being blind folded is that you have to imagine what's out there, for the first two days I was scared and vulnerable. Being kept in a 3 by 2 feet room with only the keyhole as my light source, and rats I couldn't see as neighbors, my mind played games with me and I started to regret my decision to stay back after the our uprising.
The silence became my enemy and the Darkness my tempter, I paced and punched the wall till I fractured my knuckles and had to reset them. I was messed up, I was broken, my Life played out before me, decisions made and not made, I cried out to God for salvation I thought of my brothers, I masturbated and cried to thoughts of lustful pleasures I would most likely never see. Is this how the Strika would die, I had reached my breaking point that night and had promised myself that after resting and gathering strength I would smash my head hard into the wall and die before they came for me or fighting the smell of my Urine, Feaces and Cum (UFC) kills me.
As I lay on the ground singing Bob Marley's Redemption Song...life began to come back into me.
".... Emancipate yourself from mental slavery, non but ourselves can free our mind, have no fear for atomic energy, cause non of them can get you down... Would you help me sing this song of Freedom is all I ever had, Redemption Song... My song of Freedom".In that moment my mind was emancipated as i glimpsed into what the possibility of my plan being a success held for me, the access to power, the money that would flow and the respect my name would enact when mentioned after this wilderness experience, hope flooded into me I rose up and grabbed the nearest rat I could find bit hard into it head, yanked it off and drank the blood, the thick blood rolling down my throat gave me sustenance and strength I ate it raw and was reborn.
Being moved to this new facility was a sign that my plan was still in motion. Now I've been unveiled but after so long with Darkness she becomes your lover and fills you with her euphoric beauty.
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