in the rise of the dark

blood moon

Our flight was called off, postponed for one week due to technical reasons. My dad had auctioned all that we cannot take along with us, after moving some home, so we have to manage with what is remaining for the one week.
Sarahdina wore a very gloomy face, and was obviously crossed with me. - do you really care less about me - I was stunningly swept off into the mud by that question. It was then that it occurred to me about what would have happened. For the first time in my life with Sarahdina, I got covered up in guilt and shame. It dawned on me that we were just minutes ago away from being separated, maybe for life possibly. For the first time I was humbled, because I was eager to move to my place.
I knelt before her and begged for her forgiveness, seeing me kneel before her wrecked her heart, that she almost at the second knelt there with me. - you know its wrong here for men to kneel before women here, what are you doing, and what were you thinking?- I grabbed at her by the shoulder. - it has never occurred to me what was going to become of us if that journey had been - she hugged me, then whispered into my ears.
- I know you were not thinking, and I wasn't either. I thought it to be one of your usual journey, until the cab zoomed off, and my dad said to me that my second is gone, not to reside here again. Somadina, is this how our story would be told?-
I wasn't again thinking, but after whispering into her ear that fate is leaving us a second chance, some words fell off my lips.
- let's get married -
We are just teenagers, waiting for admission to the university, so in the right sense of reasoning and scheme of reality, there's no way that was going to be a rightly suggestion. Sarahdina agreed with me nevertheless, but do we really know and understand at all what we are saying?
Sarahdina's father welcomed us with both hands, and we'll have to stay the next week with them. In the evening of the same day we had a rescheduled flight, we saw Mr Salahadine attending to questions on a live show, with professor Salman Samoni, a renown television presenter with channel 45. He said a lot of things, that prompt us to agreeing to visiting him the next day in his office, we are very sure he'll be pleased to meet with us, he always was showing his gratitude to our visits, and pays good attention to questions. - I was about retiring into the room given me when Sarahdina pulled me back, my dad has already slept off in his own room, and Sarahdina's father too. - do you mean it when you said to me we should get married this evening?- I nodded my head and she kissed me on  the chest, turned away from me and went into her room locking the door behind her.
Sarahdina, lost her mother few minutes after she given birth to, according to what I heard, she lived with child labour for five days, it was a very stressful period, and her husband refused to sign the papers, so that the doctors will have her operated on, arguing that his sister died through the same process. When he eventually signed the papers, after succumbing to family and friends pressure, the operation which appeared successful, few minutes after turns to a disaster. Firstly, she lost consciousness, and was behaving differently, showing the sign of lunacy. At the time, she was breastfeeding the infant Sarahdina, she scared the living daylight out of everyone in the ward threatening to throw the little girl out from the window. Eventually, somehow they managed to pin her to the wall, rescued the baby from her, then inject her with some stuffs to cool her brains down, but instead she slept on, and never get wake up from it.
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For good ten years Sarahdina never knew a identity of her mother, she thought and even me too, we thought, we are of the same mother because my mom took proper care of Sarahdina, just as she will her own child. Sometimes I would complain to father that my mom is showing more love to Sarahdina than she does to me, and will always ask him, if she is truly my mother, and he will hush me to stop, and would say to me that I will not understand.
We were born on January third, Sarahdina's father was always making sure we celebrate our birthday together. Few weeks to our tenth year birthday, my dad informed, Sarahdina's father that we would be traveling for the yuletide season, he kicked against it, but my dad told him that, I have never been to Nigeria during the yuletide season, and its during the season that most people visits their home town, and it helps a lot, in terms of families reuniting. The idea was appealing and he wouldn't argue any longer.
We traveled to Ede-ukwu in Imo state, it was a very great season, a remarkable experience, a whole lot of people was around, my birthday was electrifying, though somehow I felt it wasn't a complete one, Sarahdina was absent.
That night a very troubled me asked my dad very disrespectfully, why we have to come when Sarahdina could not. Though my father disapproved of it, but my mom told me the whole story of how Sarahdina happens not to be my sister, and also the story that was of her mother. Sarahdina according to my mom was named after her mother.
I woke up the next morning, to a chaotic scene, people were coming in and moving out, the man am used to the face very well came to wake me up, father said Ike is his uncle's grandson, he came to stay with us for the yuletide, he said dad asked him to bring me, they practically forgot me in the room, when he did he asked that I be brought to him. But, the second the villagers set their eyes on Ike, they followed him up asking him several questions and in Igbo language, and I am not that good then with the language, just managing with the little I got from my parents. I asked Ike where he is taking me to, and someone from the people asked.
- bole kpani ka ipokpani Somadina eje?-
-O nnaya simpotaya.-
They demanded to know where he is taking me, restlessly, he answered, my dad asked him to bring me. The look on the people face, tells of a very disturbed one and troubled people. They carried a whole lot of concerned on their faces, but am still at a loss.
My mom have this history of an immunodeficiency, but prior to this seizure, she had been two years off it, unlike when she frequent it. She would grow a kind of impetigo all over, causing her to breath heavily. Her state of health was the reason my father goes anywhere with her, only him understood properly how to condition her, before the arrival of medics and because of my mom, the government hospital in Morocco have come to master how to handle the ailment. My dad already had calmed my mom before the ambulance people arrived. The hospital at first was at a lost about what to do and how to go about the issue, then my father put a video call through to doctor Saleem. Doctor Saleem, was directing the doctors here on how to go with the treatment, and was responding to the drugs, up until five minutes after she was administered with penicillin. She began wheezing, vomiting some greenish substance, then kind of stocked up a reddish clot in her mouth, then her body drops like a elevator.
The shock of my mother's death, was devastating to the community when we returned to Morocco. Sarahdina's father was the hardest hit. My father told me that Mr Allahabad, mourned my mother's death more than he mourned his wife.
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Baba, like I call Sarahdina's father met with me sitting on a dining chair, lost in thoughts.
- my boy -
He called touching my shoulder, I freaked, then relaxed. He sat with me, we discussed at length, then he asked me to tell him the truth why we are relocating completely to my place, he urged me to tell him the real truth about what I know, and what exactly happened at the airport.
I was glad he asked this question, because we have became a family, so close enough that we need not hide a thing from each other. I signalled to him that we go to his room, he gleefully held me to his room. My dad told me that ever since my mom died, he had started making arrangements for us to move, after all her health was the reason he never gave it a thought, and ever since she died the thought of home enveloped him and gulps up his reasonings. He loves Morocco dearly what a wonderful people, but he is from a royal family. His people wants him to come home and take his place as their king, and he wants to oblige them, my grandfather came to Morocco because he believed it will cage him, but when my mother died, the talk of king resumed again with the people, a board of councillors have been the ones seeing to the affairs of the people, and most people are not pleased with that. Baba, hugged me passionately like he never had ever done. Something like water dropped on my hand, baba, is a emotional person, quick to losing tears, I made to go but stopped on my stride, I went back to him.
- baba, -
He slowly raised his head to look at me, my heart is broken seeing baba in tears.
- babu -
I call my dad babu. I paused for too long that baba had to ask me what happened to my babu.
- babu said we must leave, but I don't want to, but if we must can you please allow Sarahdina come with me.-
Baba, did not reply nor answer to my question, instead head he rested on his palms and remained like that. I turned away and left the room.
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It was few minutes to noon, and we are seated with Mr Salahadine in his office. It was a blissful reunion, he confessed to us that we are his favourite students. He served us some hot tea, while we were at it, I asked him the main question that brought us to his office.
- we saw you on channel 45 yesterday, and decided we must come for some verifications -
Mr Salahadine, swings on his chair, his fingers crossed over into one another, while his head rest on them.
- Sir! You said that the world have worked itself to it perilous doom, and we are anxious of knowing exactly what that means. Your second day in class with us, you said something concerning the ozone layer, we took cognizance and believed there's something you know, the better percentage of this world does not.-
He, walked round the office, pushed at a shelf and it drift away, he invited us in. We never knew in our widest life that a place like that existed in that school. We walked down a staircase to beheld a magnificent room. Two Arabic sword crossed each other, two powerful and hefty guns standing side by side each others, this gadgets behind his seat. We sat comfortably not afraid of a thing, the room was exotically tasteful, then he sat, pushed the table apart to make it longer, at the same time exposing a very long snake coiled in a glass moving itself roundabout in it the glass. He followed the movement of the snake with head laughing at it, then gave a scary groaning charge at the snake, afterwards closing back the table.
- I look at that thing and laugh at it, to him am his friend, to me he is like the leaders of this world. They maneuver themselves into everybody, then call on us all to see them, let them into you and they swallow you up, they believe they are the wisest but unknowing to them, their destruction is them.-
Mr Salahadine, looked at us and noticed the seriousness, and the kind of attention we are paying, we were unperturbed by all his moves, then he became serious with us. We know the sage, he doesn't joke over things this serious, and he is not the play type, he is not the funky jockey type. He will use the first day to entice you to the subject, and from the next class show you the true video of life. We are seriously attentive to what we knew he is preparing to throw at us, but we never was ready for the atomic he has in his store, he began.
- there was this feller years ago, he have his sect everywhere around the world even among the leaders of the world, he was a menace to the powers that be, so they want him dead by all means and at any prize. Why? Because he knew what they are up to, all their evil building various illnesses in their lab, encouraging all manner of evil art so the gullible will not suspect a thing. This man used one of their most devilish art of all time to keep them away from him, and now that is obvious that he cannot save the world he is all ready to explode by this time secretly. He cloned himself with the help of his scientists, then set the cloned one up since they are looking for him to kill, he arranged a convoy and made them believe that he is in it, some minutes after the convoy took off they bombed it and celebrated the death of this unsung hero of the world. I bought this edifice and turned it into a world class school, award winning , and consistently record setting school, the pride of many. The supposedly world leaders claims they've killed this their enemy, done said the Moroccan government did, like you Somadina, while some the vigilante, like you Sarahdina, wrong, know this that what ever you do in this world today, some ignoramus are somewhere monitoring it. My dear friends I am Mohammad Ahmadine Ahmadabad Al-farouk Salahadine. -
we felt thunder clap and lightening the same time in the room.
- the world have worked itself  successfully to a state of skimble-skamble, to a damning dooming state, and worse of all they don't seem to have the antidote to the evil they gave birth to. This time, not only the sun but the coming of the moon each day will cause the most brave to pee on his trousers, my children the moon is bleeding, we now have a blood moon. Man will evolute and damned we'll become, you may leave. -
We got more than we bargained, but, blood moon?
At the school gate, we told him about the light we saw falling off from the sky, he hissed and mumbled some words we did not hear clearly, then he said to us clearly that, that was the ozone layer.