Yippee! It’s Friday again. We would be having the second installment of TGIF Special today. In case you missed the first installment, click “Fair Game [Dose 1]”, a link immediately at the end of today’s dose.
Enjoy “Fair Game [Dose 2]” below.
With that strong resolve, Shade picked her phone and typed her response to the message.
“Who are you? What do you want?” She
Almost as soon as her phone signalled the delivery of that message, it beeped again. Another message for her it was.
It read, “I am Grrh the Game Master, GGM for short. Everyone plays according to my rules. I want you to do so too. Shall we play?
As Shade read this message, her hands began to shake like a leaf being tossed about by water waves. She could not just come to terms with the reality that all these were happening because some villain wanted to play a game with her. Moments like this made her feel forlorn and reminded her of her husband, the only love of her life and the caring father of her son. She wished he was here to share this burden with her, to reassure her, to comfort her, to confront and trounce this coward enemy like he could, but he was not here.
Barr. Ade Peters was almost a perfect man. He was a young and passionate advocate, whose cunningness and mastery of the law were widely acclaimed in the country. He was a threat to his fellow learned colleagues and a terror to biased judges. His penchant for justice and belief in an egalitarian society were attributes he did little to hide. Therefore, it was no surprise that he made few friends and more enemies very easily. He soon became too famous for his own good that everyone started seeking for him to handle their legal cases. To cap it all, this man was also the affectionate husband of Shade, the one whom her life once revolved around.
Shade remembered escorting Peters to Murtala Mohammed Airport two years ago. Then she was already heavy with the pregnancy of their son Junior. Peters had to fly to Abuja to defend one of his clients at the Supreme Court. It was one of those cases that had caused a lot of controversy. He had insisted that his client should keep on appealing until justice prevailed. Everyone looked forward to what the last and final verdict would be this time around. Peters had made thorough preparation for this last chance that he was almost cocksure of victory. Shade hugged him, holding him a little longer as she wished him well and bade him goodbye.
Peters went for the case and won. It was all over the news, how justice finally prevailed. However, barely three hours after the verdict was given, Peters and other passengers were reported by NTA to have had a fatal plane crash on their way back to Lagos. “Every living being in the plane perished, not even a fly survived,” the reporter had stated with a sombre look. Peters never came back home. Shade was devastated. She ate less and wept more. Their family doctor was alarmed when he paid her a visit. What a good man, that doctor! He was the one who reminded Shade that Peters was not gone altogether; that he still had his seed in her.
So Shade drew strength from the doctor’s advice. This strength would later diffuse to all other aspects of her life. She determined to become great in her profession too, like her husband was. She chose to feed well so as to have a healthy baby. She allowed herself to become happy once more. And when the baby came at last, it was a rambunctious baby boy with striking resemblance with his father. Shade would look into Junior’s eyes and see Peters in them. She had found the essence of life once again. This energy was equally chanelled to her job as a nurse. She became more enthusiastic and caring for her patients, then carried out more researches to keep abreast with new discoveries in the medical world. Just few weeks ago, she bagged a national award as the nurse of the year.
Shade’s hand went to her face. It was wet now. She picked her handkerchief from her bag which laid on the centre table and dabbed her face with it. Her eyes swept through the living room. It was a commodious one with blue-painted walls. An air conditioner, the size of a giant refrigerator, ventilated the room from a corner, and right in front of her, a Plasma TV hung on the wall. The exotic set of furniture therein blended seamlessly with the surrounding, being of blue colour too. From all angles of the room, beautiful figurines, artworks and pictures craved for attention, to be appreciated.
Shade’s gaze wandered back to her phone on the table. It still showed the message from Grrh. “Shall we play? Grrh,” the last part of the message struck her again. Shade felt a surge of curiosity run through her. What goddamn game did Grrh want her to play? As she thought over this, the surge gave way to bravery. She picked up her phone.
“Yes, let’s play. I’d like to see what cards you’ve got,” Shade typed and sent. She loved how she sounded in the message, somewhat fearless and daring. Perhaps that would strike some sense into the recipient’s skull that she was not all that terrified.
“Great! A Range Rover is waiting at your gate. Just step into it and you would be driven down to my empire. You may choose to bring your phone along. No harm is intended. The game has started already. Clock ticks. Cheers!
Shade was quite taken aback. The promptness with which Grrh kept replying made her feel uneasy. For a second, she doubted if it wasn’t some computer playing pranks on her. She pulled the curtains and peeped through her window. True to Grrh’s words, a vehicle was waiting at the gate, only that she couldn’t tell exactly what car it was. She could only see the tyres.
To her, it seemed the whole drama would soon have a meaning. Shade was ready to get done with it at once. She took her phone and sauntered out of the house. At the gate parked a gray Range Rover for sure. Inside were two good-looking gentlemen clad in black suits. They alighted from the vehicle as they saw her and walked over to her calmly, exuding confidence and reeking of wealth. Shade assessed them with a quick glance. Their haircuts were neat and well carved. Their fingers looked perfectly manicured too. She could also perceive a fragrance of jasmine cologne that hung around them.
“Good morning, Mrs. Shade Ade. I am Bla Bla 3. It’s a pleasure meeting you,” one of them said, stretching out his hand to her. Shade did not take it. The name “Bla Bla 3” sounded weird to Shade, but she kept her peace.
“We’d like to take you down to the empire as requested by GGM,” the second man was saying, “I am Bla Bla 4. Please come in, ma’am.” He opened the back door of the car and gestured that she should sit. Shade was too dazed to hear other things he said after mentioning his name. Bla Bla 4? Why would human beings be numbered like goods and animals?
“Please come in, ma’am,” he repeated.
“Oh, sure,” she stammered and stepped in.
The two gentlemen got in after helping her with the door. Both of them sat at the front, so she had the whole back seat to herself. The car was started. Bla Bla 3 and Bla Bla 4 reached into their pockets and brought out things that might be candies, put them into their mouths and began to lick. Then Bla Bla 4 turned on the AC, while Bla Bla 3 drove off. Shade wondered why matured men like that should still be licking candies. That irritated her, but it was not her concern. She began to yawn and feel dizzy. All of a sudden, she felt exhausted, and her eyelids became heavy. She shut her eyes and heard nothing again. The Range Rover sped away.
To be continued! Catch you next Friday.
~~~Omoya Yinka Simult
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