This Story is a continuation of GOING… GOING… GONE PT 1

Chapter 2

Memories; the brain’s diary entries of your life. Now, imagine those pages being ripped out and tossed into the wind…you get the picture? Well, that’s the story of my life.” Adunni. O. 


Recap: *Adunni was released from the hospital and now has to fend for herself. She meets a stranger who could either be a helper or a big mistake.*


The man introduced himself as Jide. He told me that he lived with his wife and child in a duplex not far from where we were.

“I love my family very much, I especially miss them now that they travelled and I had to stay behind for business. It’s only been a few days but it feels like years.”

“They…they’re not around?” I asked.

I couldn’t stay in a house alone with a complete stranger.

“Oh don’t worry, my house boy is always there.” He chuckled.

For some reason, that didn’t reassure me very much.

“You remind me so much of my niece you know. You two are probably around the same age. She’s about to graduate from the university.” He said as we pulled up to a large building.

He seemed like a family man. I began to relax slightly. Maybe I was just paranoid due to the terrible day I’d had.

I told him a little about myself. Considering the fact that half my memory was missing, there wasn’t much to tell anyway.

A boy ran out to open the gate and Jide drove in.

As we got out, I noticed the young boy watch me with an unreadable look in his eyes.

“Follow me, I’ll show you to your room for the night. You must be very tired.”

That night, I stayed up late just watching the room door. It had no lock, so I placed the single chair in the room against it. I wasn’t taking any chances. But I could only stay awake for so long and eventually fell into a deep sleep.

I woke up to someone knocking on the door.

“Come in.” I replied, after quietly removing the chair and putting it back in it’s place.

“Good morning dear, hope you slept well?” Jide asked, not coming farther than the doorway.

 I thanked him for his help and offered to be on my way in a few minutes. I couldn’t bring myself to ask him for money.

“No, no don’t bother. I’m leaving for work now but I’ll be back soon. Make yourself comfortable, if you need anything ask my house boy.”

I tried to refuse but he would have none of it.

“What kind of father would I be if I let such a young girl fend for herself? I wouldn’t let my child do that.” He frowned, thoughtfully. “I’ve been meaning to ask, where is your family? Is that where you’re headed?”

“No, I actually haven’t had any contact with them recently.” Was all I told him.

“So, isn’t anyone worried about you? No one knows your whereabouts?” He asked, watching me carefully.

It occurred to me that even if anyone was, I might never get to find out.

I shook my head helplessly.

“Don’t worry, you can stay for as long as you need. My wife wouldn’t mind if I explain to her.”

His words were kind enough but I knew I couldn’t stay long.

“At least stay for today, Adunni.”

I nodded in agreement.

When he left for work, I quickly took a shower. I cleaned my clothes off as best as I could but they felt itchy on my skin.

I made my way towards the living room, noticing for the first time how very well furnished the house was. A picture of an attractive woman and a young boy hung on the wall. The sofa and chairs were a beautiful cream leather, the dining table and centre table were made of polished wood that gleamed against the marble floors. The paintings were a nice touch and brought bright colours to the room.

He must be quite wealthy. I thought, letting my gaze wander.

The sound of footsteps from behind, startled me.

“Good morning ma.” The young boy greeted me shyly.

I smiled lightly to put him at ease but he scurried off as quickly as he had come muttering something about washing dishes.

Hours later, with the boy’s help I was able to find something to eat and clean clothes to wear, I managed to coax his name out of him. He was really timid.

“You’re not like the other aunties.” Kachi said quietly while he was wiping the furniture.

“Excuse me?” I asked.

“The other aunties Oga brings home, they’re not very friendly to me and I don’t think they really like to wear clothes much.”

Now he had my attention.

“What does Oga do with these ladies?” I asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.

Kachi shrugged.

“He usually sends me on errands outside the house when they come.”

“How about madam? When did she travel?” I asked.

He frowned.

“Oga is not married.”

I nearly fell off the dining chair.

“But, the picture…” And all the stories he’d told me in the car.

“Oh, that’s been there ever since I started working here. I don’t even know who they are. I’ve never met any-”

A loud car horn interrupted him. Jide was back.

Fear showed on the boy’s features.

“Please, don’t tell him I said anything. Oga’s cane is very painful oh.”

I promised to keep it a secret while he dashed off to open the gate.

What did Jide plan to do with me? Why did he lie?

The little safety I’d begun to feel was quickly slipping away.

“How are you, Adunni?” Jide asked cheerfully, as he handed a black briefcase over to Kachi.

“I’m fine, Sir. Thank you for everything.” I smiled.

Let him think I was as ignorant as ever.

“You really need to stop thanking me,” He laughed. “I’ll be busy for a while but come and see me in my study later today, I have something for you. I’ll send my boy to call you.”

When he left, I looked to Kachi who just walked in. He said nothing but quietly slipped away.

I was in the room I slept in the previous night, getting ready to take off without Jide’s notice. He might not have tried anything yet, but waiting to find out was the last thing on my mind.

I’d just tucked my notepad and bracelet into my shirt when a knock came at the door.

“Come in!” I called, slipping on my shoes.

“Where are you going?” Jide’s deep voice questioned.

I froze and turned. I’d been expecting Kachi.

“I was just organising my things. I thought Kachi was going to inform me when you were less busy?”

He crossed his arms and leaned against the doorway.

“I sent Kachi to get a few things.” He took a few steps into the room.

“Oh, okay well…” I took a step back.

“Adunni, relax.” He said as if laughing at a private joke. “Come with me.”

I had no choice but to do so, he grabbed me by the arm in a firm hold and left the room. He stopped at a black painted door and pushed me inside.

It was the strangest thing I’d ever seen. Calabashes of different sizes filled the room. There was a huge bed in the middle with deep red bed-sheets, cowries were tied to it’s edges and tribal images were scattered across the walls.

“Jesu-” I whispered, terrified.

“I’d rather you not mention that in here.” He cut me off.

“What do you want with me?” I asked, my voice trembled.

“A word of advice my dear, trust no one. It would be useful in your next life, since you must now depart this one.”

My jaw went slack. I thought he wanted to sleep with me, this was even worse.

I lashed out in the next second as he raised a black cloth to my face. My palm struck his face so hard he let go, only to make a grab for me again. I tore the door open and ran blindly down the hallway, the angry roar of his voice behind me. The house was huge, but I found my way out by sheer desperation.

Running down the street, several people gave me weird looks but they could think me mad for all I cared.

I stopped only when I felt my legs give way. Gasping for breath, I looked around to find myself in a construction site.

I felt like a naive child who is forced to experience the wicked side of people to learn that no one could be trusted. I’d actually believed his family man act.

When night came, I found a spot in one of the uncompleted buildings and tried to get as comfortable as I could. Although, that was next to impossible.

Holding back tears, I brushed my fingers against the bracelet, my gaze trailed over the initials F.A. What could it mean?

When my eyes began to droop, I tucked the bracelet safely under my shirt and let sleep draw me into oblivion.




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