Clowns from mars Eps1

Fosa sat on a long bench outside his father’s house. His hands was crossed against his chest and his eyes were on the ground. Thirty people had greeted him in an hour and he had not heard. All he had in his head was all he had done all day. He had send a kid to go call his friend, kelvin and he knew an advice that would put him out of his misery was on his way.
If they were to crown trouble makers in the village, Fosa would lead the chart and kelvin would be struggling under his feet, fighting for the same position.
Fosa had a long list of crime and he had been warned several times by his father to stop been stupid. The villagers thought he was pretending to be stupid. Until he attempted emptying Kuisa river with a bucket. There was a night he slept off on a tree and the whole village went on fire after his father had declared him missing.
No one wanted a son like him. His name was almost turning into a brand. The adults used his name so well, most especially when they are about to draft out prompt adages or file a strong curse. A boy was stopped from killing his brother few years back. After he had overheard his junior brother compare him with Fosa. No body wanted to play with him, thinking foolishness was contagious.
Today would be so different. Fosa’s name would be screamed In every corner of the village if he wasn’t killed for this.
Very early In the morning, he had raided one of the kings yam farm and he had harvest over 12 tubers. He kidnapped Reverend father sam's Goat in the hot afternoon. He tied up the goats mouth when the goat couldn’t help but cry out for help. He nailed it again two hours ago when he made it out of the Chief priest shrine with a calabash of palm wine. The funniest thing about this all was that he had not been noticed.
Fosa sat still, and once in every five minute he would cross his legs over each other and then separate them again.
“I heard what you did.”
Fosa turned around. He would recognize Kelvin’s voice in the dream.
“What?” Fosa asked and he sighed. Kelvin moved closer to the bench and he sat, “You stole stone from mama okechuwcku’s farm again” Kelvin answered. Fosa could not help but smile, it didn’t last 48 seconds when Fosa cooled it off with a frown. Right then Kelvin knew there was a big problem at hand. The Fosa he knew would roll in the sand over that kind of joke.
Fosa finally told Kelvin about all he had done and his face grew harder when he saw Kelvin widen his eyes.
“Is that a reply.”
“No.” Kelvin answered. His heart hammered faster and the word chief priest came up over and over again in his head.
Fosa gave kelvin a cold stare wondering what he had to say. It was no doubt Kelvin's foolishness wasn’t as much as his. So he had assigned kelvin the thinking roll of their friendship, believing Kelvin always had solutions to problem.
“We will have to run away.”
“You say?” Fosa exclaimed and before he could say any more word he was letting go of a noisy fart that made Kelvin cover up his ears instead of his nose.
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