Chapter 2 Previously

Chapter 2

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"I mustn't put strangeness where there's nothing. I think that is the danger of keeping a diary: you exaggerate everything, you are on the lookout, and you continually stretch the truth."

-JEAN-PAUL SARTRE

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🤍_JAMES' POV_🤍

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The plane alighted 7:00pm.

I stood close and watch as the immigration officers searched my bags.

"What's this?" One of the officers asked, he was peering at the grounded egusi which Mama gave me.

"That's Egusi" I said as if he knew what it was.

"A good seed?" He asked, confused.

"E-GU-SI, not A Good Seed" I said.

"He looked more closely at it then showed his colleague, They touched it, pressed it and smelled it. After 15 minutes, they said to me "I'm sorry, but we'll have to arrest you"

"What?" I asked.

"We confirmed that this is some kind of drugs and we're afraid we'll arrest you for bringing it into our country"

For Real?

Imagine what these white fools are saying.

"I'm just coming from Nigeria. You can't arrest me!" I challenged.

"Is not like we're arresting you as in keeping you in jail. We just want to study this seed and make sure it isn't a harmful drugs. Meanwhile, you'll be detain in prison till the experiment is over." He explained.

"That's ridiculous. Wait I need to call someone" I brought out my phone and called Mr Orwell, the man who Baba said I should call once I reach the airport.

He's a very good friend of Baba and surprisingly, he's the vice chancellor of Cambridge University.

Mr Orwell was surprised when I told him I'm in London. He said he was supposed to be in the airport waiting for me but he thought our plane will reach later than now. He apologized and promise to be here in sooner.

Then I told him I'm about to be arrested by some strange officers.

"What????" He yelled.

"What are their names?" He asked.

"I... don't know" I stuttered.

"Look at their I.D cards you silly boy" he yelled.

I peered at the first man's ID card.

"Pete Walters" I said to Mr Orwell.

He said Ok and hung up.

It didn't take a minute when Pete phone rang. His face turned white immediately he answered the call.

He looked at me with wide eyes.

The next moment he was apologising profusely with his colleague.

They were both pleading that they were just doing their work.

I felt like a King.

Nigerian officers would never beg you, no matter what.

But the officers here are almost on their knees.

It didn't take long when A black jeep rode toward us.

A man came out with his escorts. Though I've not seen him before but I know too well that this man is no other than the great "Orwell Max".

"Are you Akindele's Son?" He asked as he came forward.

I nodded.

"Are these the men who harassed you."

Again, I nodded.

To cut the story short, the two officers are now in the jail...I guess.

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Mr Orwell's house is a typical example of a simple expensive house.

He welcomed me inside the mansion and told me to feel at home.

He told me that I'm lucky we came just in time for the family dinner

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"Hope you like the food" Mrs Orwell said with a smile.

I was tempted to tell her that I felt like throwing up.

Rather I smiled and said, "Is nice ma'am"

"I've you meet my children, Elizabeth and Mason?" Orwell asked.

I stared at the two people of my side who from their faces, you'll know that they obviously don't like as I'm here".

"Hello, Beth. Hey Mason" I said with my most polite voice.

The girl dropped her fork and glare at me "Is Elizabeth...not beth" she said sternly.

I felt like rolling my eyes. If Smith was here he would've called her "Beth" again, just to provoke her more.

Nevertheless, the girl is beautiful.

The boy too got the looks.

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Exactly 12:00, I was in my room (the room which Mr Orwell gave me), I decided to write somethings in my diary.

I opened my bag and searched for it.

To my greatest surprise, it isn't there.

No!

I prefer to loose my international passport than loosing my Diary.

Again, I rather show the whole world my nude pics than show a single person, my Diary.

There are things in it which are too deep.

Things which I can kill to protect anyone from seeing it.

But the Diary isn't here.

Where is it?

I shut my eyes tight and try to remember when last I used it.

Then reality hit me. I remembered that i forgot it in my room in Nigeria.

Holy Molly!!!!!🙀

I'm dead.

What if Smith sees it.

Oh Jesus, please help me!

I took my phone and called Bisi, the housemaid.

"Hello"

"Hello Bisi, can you do me a favor. I promise if you do this for me, I'll transfer 500,000 ASAP (as soon as possible)". I said hastily.

"500k!!!!" She screamed.

"Shh!!! Don't shout, someone might here you!" I hushed.

"What is you want me to do for you". She said with her incomplete English.

"Go to my room, as quietly as possible.. check around you'll see a hardcover book on the floor."

"Ok??"

"Take the book and burn it for me!" I said.

"Burn it???" She said with her Yoruba accent.

"Let all the pages turn to ashes."

"I'll do just that. But I'll first send my account number to you" she said.

I sighed "Ok".

After 15 minutes, Bisi called back

"Oga James, I no see any book oo, I search the room, everywhere...but there is no book."

"What????" I almost screamed. "What do you mean by, There's no book"

"I check but I no see. But I con ask..."

"Please use English" I snapped.

"Ok.. I asked Oga Smith, if he seen the book. He told me why I ask. I said you sent me to take the book and burn it...he pursued me and told me to get out. He told me he's with the book" Bisi said.

Jeeeeezzzzz!!!!!!!!

"You'll keep being an illiterate!!!" I swore.

"Oga you say?"

"Nevermind...!". I bit my lip hard and kept swearing silently.

"Oga, I've sent the account number ooo"

"May thunder destroy your lineage. Idiot!!!! 🤬" I fired and hung up in anger.

Oh my God, Smith would definitely kill me if he open that book. I threw my phone on the bed and brought out my laptop.

I logged into facebook.

Smith was online.

I held my breathe and typed.

"Hey bro" I clicked *send*

Immediate my message was marked blue, he read it but he didn't reply.

I tried again

"We need to talk" I send.

He read again. No reply.

"Please, Smith" I send.

He read, no reply.

Just when I was about sending again, I noticed that he was typing.

He typed for almost five minutes.

I waited anxiously and nervously.

Finally, his message came.

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TBC.

©Destiny