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The skies growled as they darkened, the clouds choked each other as they became swollen and struggled for space, it appeared as if the heavens were about to burst in a fit of anger. A forlorn figure huddled to himself as he pulled his trench coat tighter around him, he hurried on along the graveled pathway looking over his shoulder ever so often because he could not get rid of a tingling, eerie feeling that someone or something was moving stealthily after him.
‘Why, this night of all nights are the buses late and the huge delay on all routes ‘, he thought. All the same he hurried on, wishing he could just enter the safety of his home as quickly as possible.
He could see the tall green building far ahead; this building (ugly and grotesque) stands out on the corner of his street and he had used it for years as a landmark to describe the way to his home for friends and family alike, he’d never been so happy to see it like he did now because it meant that he was almost home.
'Oh, pardon me!' His heart stopped several times over as he stepped aside for the man he bumped into while he was looking back for the umpteenth time checking the ‘thing’ TRAILING him. Did I see a shadow dive into that alleyway just now or is my mind playing tricks on me..., he thought as he quickened his footsteps.
Finally home sweet home- he brought out his bunch of keys to open the door into the building, out-of-the-blue a cold clammy hand swiped his neck as it settled on his shoulder sending shivers down his spine, Olami froze and thought he’d died in that instance until he heard a raspy voice whisper “Help! H-e-l-p me”, at the same time the bony fingers dug deep into his skin as it grabbed his shoulder and held on tight. He slowly turned around and grabbed-out at the same time to pull up the now collapsing man.
So frail and underweight this man was gasping with his dry thing lips hanging open like a fish out of water, Olami pulled him up once again, this time tighter to himself, then his eyes spotted at the same instance dark stains on his clothes and on the doorstep underneath their feet ... these turned out to be blood.
The man was sleeping so peacefully on his sofa just like a baby, Olami sat on the single seater opposite him and could not help but study his features in detail, he must be in his thirties, his eyes were like slits finely etched on his pasty looking, high-cheeked face. His nose was small but very well structured. He was of average height with very long legs, and then he noticed a swelling on his right foot, ‘what could that be’, he thought.
Olami’s thoughts once again fleeting, returned to the events of the evening and how it was that this stranger came to be in this position on his sofa - he tried to call out for help as he held on to the now half conscious man on his doorstep, he made to call for help; an ambulance, the police in case someone was after him with an intent to hurt but the man stopped him, summoning up all the strength within him, he screamed out “NO!”. Please don’t call anyone one, take me in and give me some water and a place to lie down my aching joints, pleaded the man.
Olami then carried him inside and practically dragged him up the stairs to the first floor where his apartment is situated.
After slurping warm water from the cup that was brought to him, the man flopped back on the sofa, thanking Olami once again for cleaning him up; wounds and all, taking him in despite the fact that he did not know him before.
The sudden movement as the man stirred, brought Olami back to the present. He watched for a moment as the man slowly opened his eyes and focused on him then he said 'There are a few questions, there are things that I need to know before i can continue to let you remain here without informing the law'.
Olami asked him what it was that led up to his present predicament that seemed like it could lead to eventual loss of life.
The now relaxed man, though still obviously weak moved his eyes slowly but swiftly around as if inspecting the room, his right hand akimbo on his raised hip then his gaze finally settled on the man seated before him, his helper and ‘saviour’.
He began his story...
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