Catch him! Kill him! Catch him!! Kill him!! Were the mantra sang along by the angry mobs as they chased the young boy who ran briskly as far as his tiny legs could carry him. He wouldn't drop the heist he held firmly in his fist neither would he reduce the pace at which he accelerated,Ofcourse the former is out of debate because losing the stolen item would affirm the looming death of his younger brother,, the later was fair enough besides, dying as a result of the Effrontery was readily acceptable by him,however a thought flashed through him mind "if I die, who will look after my blood, my two year old baby brother?". This spurred him on as he trodden speedily along the dusty street.
"if I die, he dies " he thought again dabbing his fifty face of sweat with the back of his palm..
The hunted young boy decided to look back, he needed to know how many people were after him,how many would descend on his little body if he was eventually caught"God of my mother save me", he said to himself seeing the multitudes with a hunted expression.he was jaded, physically and mentally but he mustn't stop, not now he dared not.
Suddenly,he stumbled and fell, in a blink of an eye, the voracious angry mobs surrounded him "Mogbe, moku" he mumbled in a language he only understood "this is the end of my life on this wicked earth" he thought.
He felt a sharp pain on his back,he had been stabbed deeply by an unknown devil in disguise, there on the ground in his own blood, still holding the heist firmly in his fist, he went into a subconscious state " I'm sorry baby brother" he mumbled again "this unworthy brother of yours has failed you and our mother, the promise to keep you safe, the promise to go through furnace of fire for you, I'm sorry boy".
He felt another great pain, this time on his head, another disciple of lucifer had dropped a heavy rock on his head with full force, he fainted instantly amid all the mayhem, he wouldn't let go of the stolen two hundred naira with which he planned to get some food and drugs for his blood, his baby brother...
He knew if he dies, no doubt his baby brother goes as well, he would show him the stolen money and explain how he had tried to save him from starvation and ill health..perhaps seeking asylum in heaven was the best option maybe with their beautiful mother, he smiled as he went into a complete coma..
From nowhere, a giant looking fierce man ran into the midst with a rubber wheel of a car, another was spurred on by this act as he sped off to get a gasoline, getting matches or lighter wasn't daunting, most of the devils were chronic smokers.
The young creature who was in a semi-dead state was coiled in the wheel while the other drenched him with the flammable liquid, another dingy looking lout lighted the item he held in completion of the impending jungle justice sequence.he threw the fire carrier towards the unconscious young boy Whose body was soaked in the mixture of blood, gasoline and sweat....
