THE KIDNAPPERS ....... CHAPTER TWO The END

THE KIDNAPPERS
CHAPTER TWO
“Madam abeg wetin dey happen
here?” John asked a woman who
wore Aso-ebi and Aso-ke and was
cat walking into the Thomas
compound, loud music was
playing in the compound as the
sweet smell of food ranted the air.
“Ahh you dey new here ni? Abi
you never hear say Chief Thomas
pikin don loss?” The woman said
happily.
“Ehya who carry am na, I hope no
be ritual killers?” John asked.
“The gate man say na two boys
carry am run”
“Arghh dem call police?” John
asked in fear.
“Police Ko!! Army Ni!! Na party we
dey do now sef, on sunday dem
go do thanksgiving service for
church” she replied tying her
wrapper well.
“Ma I no understand o” John said
more confused.
“See that boy Samuel na demon,
infact him and satan dey play ten
ten every night, the boy no dey
hear word, nobody fit pass this
road if this boy dey outside, me I
dey sell banana but if I pass here,
Samuel go stone all my banana
finish, all the area dey come dis
party because this kidnappers don
help us and chief Thomas carry
devil comot from here o, abeg do
come chop food joor” the woman
said and ran inside.
“Osheeeeyyy abeg this woman dey
lie joor, which big man no go pay
money for him son?”
John walked to the gate and
knocked, the gate man opened the
door, a huge turkey lap was
stucked inbetween his teeth, he
was smiling with a carton of
Hollandia with the other hand.
“Oga come inside na, today na
R.S.V.P- Rice and stew very plenty,
oga only pikin don loss, we dey
celebrate joor” the gate man said.
“Oya give this letter to your boss
and bring me three take away and
juice make I follow enjoy joor”
John replied.
The way he sped to their hideout
was like a finales race in formula
1 racing, he almost passed the
isolated building, when he was
sure nobody fellowed him he
parked the vehicle and went out.
“Mark, Samuel where una dey?
Food don show” he screamed as
he went inside. Nobody was
around, he sat down tired and
began eating one of the food.
Then he heard a faint nose, like a
police man screaming.
“Oya move it, nonsense horse,
move, I say move” The undisputed
voice of Samuel was saying, he sat
up and watched what happened
next.
“Mark na who be this?” He
screamed when collasped before
him.
Samuel held a large cane and was
riding Mark like a donkey, he was
also floging him and kicking him
on his ribs, Mark head had swollen
like a paw paw fruit, two of his
teeth were missing, his face all
sober, his jean was torn at the
knees and he had blisters on his
palm.
“Oboy you get accident?” John
asked him.
“Abeg you bring water, I dey
thirsty die” Mrk managed to say
before fainting again.
“Uncle this horse you gave me is
very lazy o” Samuel complained.
“Sharrap” John said
“Oya go carry food chop there” he
commmanded as Samuel ran
along.
He gave Mark a satchet water and
his juice which the guy grabbed
like his life depened on it, then he
managed to stargger up before
saying his story.
“Oboy na demon we kidnapp o,
this boy nearly kill me, as you
leave us the guy come say make
we play police and thief, na so I
gree, him come say I go be thief
den him go be police, the catapult
go be him gun. Na so him fire me
for head o. The thing pain me eh
sowtey I no fit cry na so I come
dey laugh-cry, you know as my
cry dey be na? The idiot come
misinterpret am, come target my
teeth, na so him comot my teeth
o, as I say I no dey play again na
so him come beg me make we do
horse and rider, mehn see my
back, him don flog me like pig,
half of my ribs don break finish
sef, chai I don die” Mark cried
out.
“Uncle this food never do me o”
Samuel screamed from inside.
The both of them looked at each
other and screamed the same
thing with two syllabus.
“Your food
My food” Paul and Mark screamed
and ran inside.
Samuel had cleared the food and
was searching the leather for
more, including the one that John
ate and remain had finished.
“And you say no be demon we
kidnap?” Mark cried out, tears
seriously pouring out in hunger
and pains.
“Oboy na for small boy front you
dey cry o” John catiouned him.
“Even if na my wife front I must
cry o” Mark cried the more.
“Oya no worry, six done almost
reach, just manage the guy make
I go bring the money come, we
go share am 50-50” John
encouraged.
“Oya abeg do fast joor before I
die” Mark said and stood up.
John sped like a ferrari rider this
time, he packed behind a mango
tree near the dust bin and waited,
at exactly six pm, the gate man
walked out with two heavy stuffs
in black polyethene bags and
walked to the dust bin, then he
dropped them, placed a note
ontop and ran away.
John began dancing Etighi and
Shoki at the same time, he waited
for five more minutes then ran
with full nitro speed and grabbed
the bags and the note, as he
caught his breath and smiled,
patting the bag as he thought of
all the good things for life he
would afford. He opened the note
and read out.
“Dear Kidnappers,
It is with utmost pleasure that am
replying this letter, I want to
thank you people for kidnapping
that devil’s incarnate. I have been
thinking of ways to kill that boy
before he kills me, my neighbours
and passers by. Samuel’s cloth are
filled inside the two bags with you
now, make sure you take care of
him, and incase you get tired of
him, just send him back inside this
dustbin with twenty thousand
naira because that would be his
transport money to Kiri kiri where
he belongs
Yours faithfully, Chief Thomas”
John laughed at the funny letter,
then he opened the bag to
confirm it, the bags were filled
with Samuel’s Sweater, shirt, jeans,
boxers, shorts and shoe with black
and white shocks, his tootpaste
and brush with cream were
gratefully added.
John Fainted….
When he woke up two hours later,
he grabbed the note and both
bags with hot tears dripping down
his face as he drove back to the
isolated building, then he did not
care if the cops were chasing after
him anymore because there was
nothing to lose.
When he got into the buidling he
heared Samuel shouting for
somebody to rise up, like he was
conducting deliverance for a
patient, he rushed in to see his
friend Mark spwarled on the
ground almost dead, his head had
grown another horn like he was
acting as a devil in human
clothings, he was shirtless and
fresh red marks lined his body as
Samuel turned white garment
priset was flogging him and
casting on demons.
“Uncle we dey play mad man and
prophet, na uncle Mark nai mad,
me dey pray for am” Samuel said
happily.
Like Mark was waiting for a
helper, he slowly raised his head
and stared at John, his face was
like he got knocked down from
keke napep, additional three teeth
were missing. Samuel quickly ran
outside.
“Oboy if we no go share the
money 90-10 percent then I go
do you everything wey this boy
don me today” Mark starmered.
“Oboy Mark the person wey
design your face go win award for
best designer of the year in
Nigeria o, see as you resemble
person wey wan act horror film.
Oboy clean your face joor, wahala
dey o” John said seriously.
“You no see say na so the factory
settings of my face be? Wetin,
Him no pay complete money?
Abeg we go manage am like that”
Mark said as John passed the note
to him.
In two minutes both of them sat
on the floor like two widowers,
seriously weeping out their eyes.
“Walahi if say I know I for
continue my kpon kpon career,
now see as I come wan die for
nothing” Mark weeped.
“Oboy if na so Wizkid do, him for
don give up him music carreer o”
John add back up.
“Oboy how we go do now, make
we use am do rituals abi?” John
asked.
“Rituals? Walahi babalawo go
reject that cursed boy, make we
carry am go back to him father, I
wan confess, I get 20k wey I dey
save for the past three years now,
abeg carry am inside that my
boxer wey I no dey gree wash,
make we bundle this guy back to
him papa joor” Mark said as John
went to confirm and true to his
words, 20k laid in the boxer.
“Oya make we catch am joor,
Samuel, come play” Mark
screamed with the last ounce of
energy in his frail battered body.
“Uncle John, abeg make we play
together, Uncle Mark dey boring”
Samuel said as he got in, Mark’s
shirt was tied on his head like a
militant.
“Ok, I gree but make you change
your cloth first, your cloth dey
booth” John said smiling.
“Aghh uncle thank you o, so you
go even carry my cloth come, chai
this is good” Samuel replied and
ran out.
They quickly followed him, as he
opened the booth and was about
opening the bag to take his
clothes out, Mark grabbed his
hands while John grabbed his
legs, they threw him into the bag
and tied it with John’s belt.
“Uncle please, I no wan go
house..” Samuel was screaming
and begging.
“Your yansh, na till you kill person
abi, useless pikin, maybe na for
dustbin your papa pick you from
sef” Mark replied smiling for the
first time.
They put the 20k in an envelope
and drove like mad to Chief Bola’s
house, they stopped, picked the
struggling bag and throwed him
out together with the money. That
was the last time the duo ever
tried kidnapping business again.
Mark-Now a farmer and tailor
John-Now a houseboy and gate
man.
Their music dream? Maybe till
BankyW manage to hear them
singing in their village choir.
Samuel-Now residing in Kirikiri
VIP section prisons because no
inmate could stay with him, his
father is paying a weekly salary of
120,000 to the prison authorities
for him to remain there.
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