The Curse Of Cain - Episode 1

The air was still dense as heavy thick clouds covered part of the sky. The once bright blue sky was rapidly transforming into an ocean of blackness. Even the shadows were swallowed by the encroaching darkness as the car drove carefully along the alienated bridge. A startling low rumble rang loud in the cool fall air and the sky roared in satisfaction.

The journey to Africa was the longest he had ever taken…why would Sodi even tell him to go to Africa of all places because of this bloody curse!

He ran his hand through his brown curly hair….well maybe she was right. Maybe finally, he could be able to live in peace with no one trying to kill him…

He had lost count of all the companies he had left behind all because of trying to run away…he really do hoped starting a new company in Africa would be worth it.

The Uber driver or whatever he was called was busy humming a randon tune to himself…

“Hey, how far are we to the hotel?” Calvin asked in his Australian accent.

“Oh, soon sir, in the next twenty minutes.” The man replied.

Calvin sighed. Bloody Africa! Bloody life! Bloody curse! Out of all the countries in the world! Well, truth was, he had gone to every continent he could and he had seen almost everything he needed to see, only that, Africa had never actually attracted him…he was a white man, why would he go there…besides, he was aware of all the times of the colonial nonsense, he had existed even before that period. He had seen the rise and the fall of the slave trade…to him, Africa was a whack place to be but his psychic had asked him to go…this was the only continent that remains and she was certain he would find an answer there

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. Besides, Sodi has also said, unlike all other developed countries, Africa was the perfect hiding place for him…no one would even care about him or get suspicious of him.

The truth was that, he was really tired of this life, tired of this bloody scar that was on his shoulder….a symbol his grandfather had put there…as a reminder of the day he had slain his brother….also as a sign of his curse….he would forever carry that guilt in him…well, he was carrying it quite fine….

“Oh boy!”  The driver said, slowing down.

“What’s up man? Is everything okay?” Calvin asked, wondering why the man had slowed down.

“We have a busted tire sir, please do not panic, I will fix it in no time.” The man said, turning off the ignition key and getting down from the car.

Calvin grimaced, cursing under his breath. He checked the time, it was just some minutes past eight. His flight had landed at about thirty minutes ago and the driver had picked him up, just as Sodi had arranged for him.

“Busted Tire. You gotta be kidding me!” He snapped but the man was already out of the car.

A second later, Calvin could feel himself and the car being slightly pushed upwards…and then the man’s face popped on the window.

“Sir, can you please lend me a hand so this thing can go faster?”

Calvin stared at the man as he was mad for asking such. Then he grumbled, “Not on your life.” ignoring him and shutting his eyes to block out the man’s existence.

Later, he started feeling some jerking at the bottom of the car as the man kept on grunting and pushing. Calvin could care less, for he he cared, the man got his payment and he(Calvin) was not ready to help him with his carelessness.

Later, the man’s face appeared on t he window again.

“Sir, please, I want to take a walk down if I could get a vulcanizer or some man to help me…”

“Whatever. Just make it snappy. I haven’t got all day.” Calvin replied, ignoring the man.

Some minutes later, he was the only one in the car…and the time was some minutes to nine.

“Where was this bloody black man?” He thought to himself, beginning to get irritated. Everywhere around him was so dark except for the headlamp of the car which brightened the road infront of him. There was no sign of the man and no sign of anyone.

Finally he stepped out of the car and realized that car was totally missing a tire.

“Fuck!” He cursed again and again. Then he dipped a hand into his breast pocket and brought out a cigar and a lighter.

All around him was dark but he could see that the bridge was pretty narrow. If care is not taken, someone can easily slip and fall off the bridge as the ground was really wet and slippery. He tried not to get too close to the edge.

Maybe he could walk down and find him….just then he saw a figure in the distance…well, make that plural. There were about three men and with the driver, making four. The driver was at the front and there was someone among the rest pointing a gun at the back of his head.

Calvin rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn’t dreaming…he put back the cigar and the lighter as the men got closer.

There were three of them quite alright and they were all wearing black masks, they all looked muscular and were each holding a gun.

Calvin rolled his eyes and brought out the cigar again but lighted it this time.

The driver quickly knelt by the car with his hands in the air….

“Are you crazy, Mr white. Get on your knees!” One of the men shouted at him but instead, he puffed the smoke of his cigar to his face….”You do not address me like that.” He said sternly.

The next thing that hit him was a resounding slap on his cheek.

“Who do you think we are? Your servants? You dey craze!” The man that slapped him said, spitting on the ground.

Calving shut his eyes. They were making him so angry.

"Sir, please jsut do as they say." The driver sobbed.

“Kneel down my friend” The man that had slapped him ordered, moving closer to hit him again but Calvin caught the hand, giving the man a stern look.

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. Then he twisted the ankle while the man yelled in pain, now dropping to his knees.

The other two were so surprised and they rushed him, as they kept on struggling someone fired the gun twice, Calvin felt the pain, he had been shut in the leg, he slipped and the next thing was he was falling….falling down the bridge into the dark lake below…as he hit the water, a desperate hot wave came over him. His heart was beating rapidly in panic. Even though he had died several times-each time always more painful; than the last…like counting it should be around nine thousand times but he lost count years ago. Just that this death was different-drowning. It was just more painful, it was like someone pointing a gun to his head and asking him not to breathe. The urgency for air was more apparent now and he struggled to swim to the surface but his oxygen level had run out. He felt his brain fuzz with the onset of asphyxia. He tried again to swim but he sank even faster. It was no use. He kept cursing in his breath. First night in Africa and he was already dying.

“I hate you Sodi!” He yelled in his mind.

 He was getting tired and started drifting, drifting fast through a bed of gently swaying strands of sea weed. He exhaled his yet final breath, which rose in a fascinating stream of bubbles to the surface of the lake where they came from.

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