"Sign the document unless you don't want your freedom again?" "You have no right to assault my client! What is wrong with you?" Her client? Freedom? What were they talking about?  I slowly turned my head to look at the lady standing next to Seun but my eyes lingered on his face — he had a couple of bruises — thanks to me. Blinking rapidly I focused on the lady instead. She was obviously angry with the policeofficer Whose freedom?  I asked myself, still unable to utter a word.  They were all staring at me, so I felt a sudden need to say something. I tried to clear my throat but ended up coughing violently. Seun dashed back, covering his nose as if I had Covid 19. He flung an envelope at me and literally ran from the ward. 

Adigun took a step back, his heart racing. The voice of the deity echoed in the air, dark and mocking; "The abandoned son returns. He who accepts what has been refused." Adigun’s eyes widened in shock. His father had another son? So the gossips were true.  The youngman took slow steady steps towards Adigun. His body seemed to be vibrating with anger and his voice cut through the air, sharp and bitter; 

The next morning, Adigun couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was wrong. His phone buzzed, breaking the silence. A message from an unknown number; "Your fate is sealed. The gods are not merciful." His stomach churned as he read the words. He was no longer certain of anything. The more he tried to ignore it, the stronger the feeling became.  Desperate for answers, he contacted his father's friend, an elderly man named Chief Olamide. Olamide was wise and respected by everyone, but he always seemed distant. Adigun decided not to think much of his cryptic advice but his words echoed in his mind all day; "Go to your grandfather's village. Find the truth before it's too late."

Adigun grew up to be a handsome young man. He had no knowledge of the legacy that shadowed his family. He was not cut out to be a farmer so he started a small delivery business in Ibadan, navigating the chaotic streets on his okada, delivering packages to clients with no questions asked. One evening, Adigun received a strange delivery request. A package wrapped in a cloth with strange symbols and a note that read: "Deliver exactly at midnight. Do not look back." He felt the package was strange but he had never believed in superstitions. Besides, he was in the business to make money, and he had made far stranger deliveries. Before midnight, he rode off on his okada. It was midnight when he arrived at the destination—a rundown house at the outskirts of the city. The compound was dead silent and a single dim light bulb hung above the front door. He knocked. No response.  Suddenly his phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number.

Long ago, in a quiet village near Ibadan, the chief priest had recently passed on without appointing a successor. The villagers became worried so the elders approached their highest deity to reveal the next chief priest.  Days later, a young hunter named Adigun was chosen by the village deity. It was an honor, a sacred duty to be the chosen one, but Adigun had no interest in the shrine nor the serving the deity—his desire was to see the world, to travel beyond the forests and rivers that caged him. The elders heard of his refusal and warned him. His family pleaded. Everyone knew that the deity had spoken and Adiguns fate was sealed. But Adigun's mind was made up — nobody could convince him. One morning, before the first cock crowed, Adigun, tired of the villagers, packed his bag and disappeared.

The door opened to reveal a smiling face—the face of Mama Chibu, the village florist. Ayo’s eyes widened in surprise. Mama Chibu had lost her family in an auto crash many years ago. Years later, she opened her home to orphaned children in the village. She was always kind to everyone and the villagers loved her.  He had never stopped by her shop but when the roses became persistent, he had thought of asking her for the identity of her customers. Ayo dropped the idea because almost all the villagers patronized her on Valentine’s Day. Was she the one behind the roses and the notes? How was this possible?

In the rush, the hood slipped off—revealing Zara, the village’s deaf and mute girl. Ayo froze. Zara? She was the girl known for her gentle nature, her pleasant smiles, and the small woven baskets she sold at the market. It was also no secret that she could not read, write, or speak. So, how could she be the one leaving him roses with handwritten notes? She looked at him, her round eyes filled with uncertainty, as if she had been caught doing something forbidden. Ayo let go of her shirt and slowly took a step backwards. "Zara?" he asked, his voice softer now. "You... why have you been doing this?" She smiled at him, blinking rapidly.

Ayo hated Valentine’s Day when the world turned red and pink, became plagued by a parade of cliché love proposals, boring grand gestures and an anthem of cheesy love songs. The most annoying was the exploitative prices of chocolates and basic commodities.  He always made sure not to have anything to do with all the drama, but for the past three years, a mysterious single red rose had appeared on his doorstep every February 14th. No name. Just a perfect, fresh rose with a sealed note waiting for him. The first year, he had thought it was probably a mistake so he ignored it. The second year, he found it irritating and kicked it off his doorstep. The third year, it drove him crazy. He dumped it inside the trash can. Whoever was doing that was testing his patience, he had scoffed, angry. By the fourth year, Ayo was frustrated but curious. Yet, he didn’t let it show as he ignored the items at his doorstep and went about his day, thinking little of it. But when he got home and met it st...

The more we are filled with thoughts of lust, the less we find true romantic love. -Douglas Horton ------------- The routine of pleasuring himself while being consumed by vivid thoughts of Tricia was no longer alien to him. However, what he was beginning to find annoying was the unwavering mood dampening calm voice in his head. The intrusive voice of Ada's priest. 

                             Previously:  AFLOAT SEASON 3 E.11 Mastering others is strength, mastering yourself is true power. - Lao Tzu. -------------------- Maitama, Abuja - How could he tell her that he fell in love with her right from the first day Alex introduced her to him and their other friends. It was like a charm and from that moment his fantasies became all about Tricia.  He would frequent Alex's home just to catch a glimpse of Tricia. When Alex informed him they were having problems, he had tried to mediate between them while secretly anticipating and wishing for the day they would break up. Sadly that day seemed only to be a figment of his imagination because Alex was not ready to let go of her. 

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