Piece Of Mind

Chapter 3

Meanwhile....

"Oga na wetin na?!" Zara says exasperatedly in pidgin as she glanced at the time on her small Nokia C2 seeing it clock 7:45am before snapping her face back up to the driver and issuing out her main complaint that seriously disturbed her.

"No be Ada George you dey go so? Why you dey waste time like this abi you no sabi road?"

The lanky man at the front seat let out a sigh as he looks to the rearview mirror at his now annoyed passenger who was indeed indebted to his explanation and he did exactly just that by telling her his current situation.

"Normally na Mgbouba we suppose follow so but Governor they commission work for that side. My manchi call me for phone tell me say road don block and police dey worry around that Rumuosi side. Na ein make I follow Airport Road so that I go burst out enter Obiri-Ikwerre bridge and from there enter Rumokoro then Ada George"

The man turns once with an apologetic glance to Zara before diverting his attention back to the road.

"Abeg madam, no vex. We go soon reach"

Zara nods with a small smile, seeming less annoyed now that she had been briefed on the situation at hand. Well one thing was for sure, she was going to be late for her day job and she was a hundred percent positive her boss wouldn't take it lightly.

No need to worry.

She was already used to being shouted out.

Being look down on.

Being humiliated.

And most of all...

She was used to being hated by people.

It's not really a big deal when ones life already amounts to nothing. She was a guru in the of art of nothingness.

Letting her mind drift to the stink hole called her life, Zara ponders on what her life would've been like if that fateful mishap hadn't occurred. One thing for sure was that she would have been better off than she was now. She rests her head on the window and allows it vibrate with the motion of the car as she stared at the scenery of tall trees going by.

What had happened that night?

Whatever did her family do to deserve such evil?

What did she ever do to warrant such wickedness from that man?

She hated that man. She didn't know him but she hated him with every essence of her being. He was the cause of it all. The cause of the misery and daily trauma she faced. Her mind only had figments of what he looked like though it was all like a big blur to her. She barely remembered him. Physically she wouldn't know what he looked liked because after all, she was blindfolded the whole time he carried out his deal on her.

A part of her was glad she didn't know who this man was. She never wanted to and never imagined stumbling paths with him no matter whatever the cruel reality had to say. She even hoped he was long dead and putrefied. She hoped his sins had caught up with him because definitely she knew men like him didn't have only one victim. Besides, what were the chances? The chances of even knowing who this wicked, cruel and insensitive son of a gun was?

What were the chances of her meeting this devil in form of man?

Just as she was processing all these thoughts, the sound of the engine of the taxi wheezing and the jerking movement of the car makes Zara snap back to reality. What was happening?

"What is happening?" Zara voices in a panic calm whisper as she sits up straight with her hands clutching the seat so that she wouldn't be thrown forward with all the jerking. The driver looked perplexed as he cursed in his native tongue and stomped on the throttle as he turned the key in the ignition to kick start the engine once again. The vehicle sounded more like a dying horse.