We "run" things

Chapter 5

She was pretty, a slender woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was long, curly and a bit messy. Her make-up was screaming loudly with her clothes and shoes entangled in a massive colour riot.

"Bitch! I go party for some time and you try to usurp my position as the queen of this room!!"
She was staring directly at me, flaunting her skinny arms in a very dramatic way and by 'some time' she actually meant four days. Four lonely, clueless days for me.

"No, lemme explain Miss. I need you to help m.."

"Shut up. Just go away before I report you to the police. Imposter!"

"Errm..please listen to ...."

"Get out!! I need to use my room!!! Out!!!"

She was growing wild. The fury in her eyes was getting dangerously scary. Therefore,
I exited the room rather obediently. I needed to speak with those people in the other house and ask for help. Judging from her appearance and behavior I assumed she was a lunatic and, or a slut. Once again, I entered that other house on the hill through the same window.
I heard them talking again.

"Sharon needs me. I am serious. I have to find her once I get better."

"Tell me, what's your relationship with the lady?"

"I don't know. Let's just say I live with her grandfather."

"Who are you to him if you're not a relative then?"

"The thing is, I am living with the man for a particular reason. Its too complicated for you to understand."

"I see. Are you terrified of what he would do when you tell him his granddaughter is missing?"

"Yes I am. 'If' I return to tell him the truth. You know, I am just worried because of my Sharon. I do care a lot about her that's it. As for Nana, I can choose not to return to him."

"And who will you live with when you recover?"

"My family. Listen I have a family."

"Alright, tell me then why you were with Nana"?

"I am living with him because I wanted to find out something very important."

"Oh I get it now. You're a CID?"

"Nope. I'm a journalist."

He stopped talking and sipped something, I'm sure it was hot coffee. The other voice was getting a bit low. I'm sure she left for the kitchen. But he wouldn't stop talking and I wouldn't stop listening.

"Ever heard of Elorm Jones?"

"Who in Ghana hasn't heard that about that mysterious undercover journalist. Except Nobody knows who he is or how he looks like.

" yea, I work with him..."

"What? I hope you haven't implanted a camera here secretly!!?"

"No. No. Are you doing anything suspicious?"

"Well who knows ?? what if I am Elorm Jones' next target!!"

"Nana was his next target and he sent me to find out. It was rumoured that Nana was offering human sacrifices to his numerous statues. He had to be exposed if those speculations happened to be true. I budged into Nana's house pretending to be the sole survivor in an accident on the main road. He took me into his house and managed to enslave me. Meanwhile, that was a perfect chance for me to keep an eye on him".

" You are to be feared!! I hope you're not doing the same thing to me."

"No. Of course not!".

"Then tell me, did you successfully carry out the investigation? Was he sacrificing humans??"

"For two weeks, he pacified all his gods but he didn't use blood at all. I checked the secret camera each day and I saw nothing like that. I knew I had to return to Elorm Jones and tell him Nana wasn't killing people, but I couldn't leave Sharon behind. I didn't want to return to Accra...

He stopped talking for a while and when he began again, I could hardly hear him. I heard him mention something like an amulet but I wasn't too sure. I wanted to appear in front of him and ask for his help but I feared he was a traitor considering what he did to that old man and his grandchild. I was lost in my thoughts, wandering what kind of man was he? Suddenly he opened the door to the room I was hiding in. I tried to hide under one of the tables but I ended up hitting my head on a wooden shelf.

"Oooooouch...ouccch.ouch....." I moaned as I hid behind the bed.

"Who's there? Raima?? Is that you??" he asked pacing around suspiciously but for about two seconds when he didn't hear any other sound, he went back to the other room. Perhaps he thought his ears were playing some dirty tricks on him.

I had to hide somewhere in that room, for a very long time. It had to be a safe place where I can smuggle food in and sleep peacefully. It had to be a hidding place where I wouldn't be noticed easily. It also had to be easily accessible in case of any inca-gency.