Moments, moments in life when you sit and reflect on all the things you've been through as an adult,heck even as a little child. The pain is indescribable, to be betrayed by so many people who don't know who is real anymore, at least I have Nabilah, she's God-sent. Being a royal herself, she defined the word humble,yet she is soo giving; generous to a fault with her contagious happiness. I chuckle as I remember our first meeting in Latvia. My job even makes no time for a catch up these days, and I needed to rant and release all that pent up anger.
"Lt El'thuraaj Sir!" I heard Asher calling me with a firm voice.
"Sergeant is there a reason why I'm being disturbed by this hour?" I asked in an equally firm voice.
" Sir yes sir! Major Jalal requests your presence on the upper deck Sir" He replied.
I abruptly stood up and grabbed my khaki jacket. Sorry forgot to introduce myself, I am Lieutenant Kamal El'thuraaj Ibrahim of Marine Corps United States of America. I joined the marine corps against my parent's wishes as I am the heir to the throne of Fàànilè Kingdom in West Africa. So yeah, I am crown prince and the thought of it stresses the flip outta me. I climbed up the stairs to the upper deck and immediately went on attention.
"Sir! Lt El'Thuraaj reporting Sir!" I said
"aah Kamal! come please no need to be so formal, it's a casual meeting. How is HRH? " he asked after Baba Sarki
"He's doing well and hearty, Alhamdulillah" I replied.
"I should really travel back home and meet that old man,we need to catch up" he added laughing.
"So Kamal, on a more serious note there is an undercover job I want you to go handle in London, my friends daughter, the Governor of Niger state I mean is in an entanglement of sort and we heard it is quite deep, the dad is worried. I hope you'll help us come to the bottom of the issue in sha Allah" He requested.
"in shaa Allah Sir. I'll try my absolute best. I suppose when we dock I leave for the airport immediately?" I asked
"Yes. Details will follow later on" he simply stated.
8:33pm Nigeria
Takawa is tired. When I say tired i mean he is tired of chasing his son Kamal to come rule Fàànilè. For the life of it he simply cannot understand why anyone with such privilege and riches will abandon it and opt for being a Marine corps of the United states. He scoffed "huhmm! wai Marine corps" not after releasing a short sigh. His first wife seated opposite him is feeling no better, she has step sons and co wives that would stop at nothing to eliminate Kamal, but what can she do other than praying and hard at that.
"Takawa take it easy, addua dai zamu dage da yi" She cajoled
"Wallahi I am tired,habah na gaji da rarrashin shi" He replied.
"I know and I understand your pain,I promise you Kamal will come soon. Kamal is coming, in shaa Allah.. just leave it to me" she pressed.
The king stared at his wife lovingly, what a strong woman Faane is, his very own Fatuma, she truly is his pillar of strength and he has hurt her numerous times but she keeps faith in everything. He trusts the words that comes out from her mouth full of determination. He truly believes that Kamal is coming.....
