Elvis

Episode 6

The place is in ruins, broken blocks, twisted irons, and boulders of buildings chipped off lies everywhere, dust fume fills the air, wails pierce the air, muffled cries of agony and pain spice up the already saturated atmosphere, anguished grunts and stifled groans rent the air.

Dead students are seen littering the ground, some have their head bashed in, some with hands or legs torn off or both, some students are trying to help themselves from under broken fallen walls, some tries to stand but shouted in despair as broken bones pierce their skin, breaking bones can be heard as some try too hard to pull themselves from under debris.

This is disaster.

There is a man with sunshades standing over a student, then bending down to examine a student; the student is a young boy, his hair are in disarray, he face is down, hands stretched beside him, legs together at the thighs but spread out a bit with each lying on its side in opposite directions, a triangle comes to mind with the legs position, there’s no telling that he’s unconscious.

The man turned the boy over, and examined him as if he’s checking for broken bones but he’s not checking out for that, he’s piercing look has a tinge of anger and awe. Evil oozes out of him. He raised the boy’s head up and tossed it right and left like a precious stone one’s admiring.

That face, I know that boy, that boy is me……….
He woke with a start, he let his eyes stray around his room, and he arose from bed, went to the toilet for his morning urine, he went ahead to take his bath and brush his teeth.

While toweling his body, he stood before the huge mirror to examine himself.

Now a full grown man, he stood at 175cm with a fit muscular body. He had a broad chest; his stomach has been hidden with a pack of 6 that remains in shape even after he had taken a full meal. A scar ran across his chest; the scar he won when he flew in the air and sharpened a rod with his chest during the bombing. In all, he has the muscular frame that ladies die for. He smiled on thinking of all the ladies trying to get his attention.

He rushed a breakfast of toasted bread and egg before rushing off to work.
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“What’s going on?” he asked on getting to work, meeting them in an excited state.

Timileyin walked up to him, “sir, a call just came in about a matter that needs investigation”
“What’s it about?” he asked, his attention piqued
“I know very little about it sir, the IG has been waiting for you, he’s in better position to explain to you sir” Timi said.

“Ok, thank you” he replied dismissing Timi.

He walked briskly into the IG’s office, the man is busy looking thoroughly at some files.

“Morning sir” he greeted
“Morning Elvis, something came up, gather the other team leaders and meet me in the board room by 1200” Esiogu replied looking up and down at intervals.

This must be deadly serious, Esiogu has never been serious.

He walked out of the IG’s office, delivered the message to the other team leaders, four in all and strutted to his office.

His secretary sat at her desk at the entrance to his office. She’s putting on a blue velvet gown that adorns her like emerald, her weave-on hairstyle danced on her back as she typed furiously on the keyboard of the computer before her, and her earrings jingles at each turn her head makes.

“Good morning sir” her voice piercing his thoughts, flashing those white, even, well arranged set of teeth.

“Good morning” he replied smugly, his bad night hanging over him like a cloud.

“Bad night?” she replied with a selfless candor.

“Something like that” he replied before he could stop himself.

She’s also sensitive.
“Is that why you have a face of someone who just saw a ghost?” she replied with the same candidness.
“Is it that obvious?” he replied, at least someone cared about him.
“I’m sure you don’t want to talk about it, I understand, but worry clouds the mind, laughter eases it, a touch of smile can heal a lot of things.”
“Is that why you always smile?” he replied feeling relieved, to see someone to talk with.
“Doctors said it take more muscles to frown sixty something…..”
“Sixty four” he said correcting her.
“….thanks sixty four than that needed to smile, so I guess I don’t want to stress my muscles unduly” she said now smiling broadly
“Your spouse must be a doctor” he replied increasing the level of humor
“Wrong guess” she replied now with her teeth showing with a broad smile “and a saying says ‘laughing makes someone older’, maybe I don’t want to get old” now laughing freely.
“He must be a philosophy expert then” he said now laughing mildly.

It’s been long he felt this way, he felt lighter and she’s also a nice lady apart from the bumpings, He lingered with her for a few more minutes, telling her of the meeting he’s having by noon. He went to his office to get some sleep if he has the resources to afford it before the meeting.

He had not slept for up to fifteen minutes when someone barged into his office. A painful shriek followed which brought all thoughts of sleep to a halt. He stood up to see who it is; his shoulders slumped as he saw Ellie again.

“I’m sorry, I think I twisted my ankle” she replied with a sU-Ckling face.

A gentleman is meant to care.

Masking his annoyance, he walked towards her, picked her up and checked the ankle she allege to twist to discover she only lost the heel of her shoe.

“I’m sorry” “Thank you, I came to give you the file about the Hallmark BTU hall collapse” she said with apology written over her.

His anger didn’t let him listen to her; he collected the file, threw it at the table and walked out of the office.

Seems sleep has a way of pestering and then eluding him.

11:55
He picked himself up from the metal chair for guests he had been sitting on and walked towards the boardroom.