After two weeks, he went missing, as they all did. Ghana simply told herself to move on as she went back to her life.
What she didn't know was the kind of man Joshua Abubakar was. Usually foreign men, when they were ruthless, American thugs and gangsters could not even understand their level of treachery. It was due to their kind of poverty and instinct to survive. It's said that the homeless in America were rich compared to those homeless in other countries. Joshua Abubakar grew up in a family constantly stricken with starvation and dirt floors. There was no clean water to drink or bathe in. To achieve those things they would walk nearly fourteen miles. His sister was sold for grain and his mother, a broken woman. His father was a weak man stricken with sickness. Joshua being the only standing and sane one of his family had no other choice but to take on full responsibly. By sixteen, blood of others stained his hands. He had a bright mind, he was one quick with numbers needing no pen or calculator to solve the unsolvable. He quickly grew to use his God given talent in manipulation of others. Money was made and his smile was white.
His name and ways soon were sung around the King many times until he ordered for this young man to be sent to him. The King saw his darkness just by the look in his eyes and immediately placed him on his team.
Since, Ababukar worked for him, blessed with the opportunity to feed his entire family. He was the more ruthless out of his men who traveled to expand the product, but he got things done.
Upstate New York, women's screams could be heard. A man hollered as his skin burned right before his eyes and peeled unto the floor. Bodies with bullet holes point blank in the middle of their forehead marked the mansion's floor.
A hint of a smile was on Joshua's face seeing all the chaos that happened in under four minutes. What was minutes before a party was now a massacre with hardly clothed women crying in corners. All the men were dead except for the one named Puffy, who they saved for last.
Ben knelt before the man whose flesh burned from him with disgust. The scene was so graphic it made it hard for him to look away.
His death would have never been so horrible if he weren't so arrogant. Now they watched as all that arrogance dwindled into thin air.
Ben picked up the small glass bottle that once contained a deadly chemical with black gloves and followed Josh out the mansion. Before they were all the way off the property, he sat it on top of the mailbox just to fuck with the law when they came investigating the scene.
Ghana sat next to her father during the church sermon. The pastor went on about God blessing those who believe, with earthly riches. It didn't sound all the way right, but who was she to decree?
She scratched the side of her nose focusing up at the pastor on stage. Her mother nodded to every word beside her father, who sat next to her. He captured every word that left the pastor's mouth. All Ghana could hear were screams. Why did he have to be so loud? Did he believe there was no other way to deliver the message? Her three brothers sat on her other side like the noble young men they were. They were all in their twenties with their own lives like her. Yet all four children were made to attend church every Sunday with their parents and then join them in a Sunday dinner.
She was the only one out of the children to resent her parents for making her attend church.
She believed in God. She just hated the church her father choose to attend in particular. Her father's message lined up more accurately than the pastor's did.
When the sermon was over, she trailed behind him a foot away wherever he went like she were a child again. He greeted and talked with just about everyone in the sanctuary causing her eyes to roll. Out of all people, her parents were the last few to leave. Last but not least, they were to greet the pastor.
