A young guy known as kefu walked from his father's palm farm, through the thick bush leading to the village.
His father had warned him earlier not to let anyone see him. His father was indebted to some set of people and he didn't want them to know he had resumed work on his palm farm. If they did know they won't give way to negotiations they would want to collect all their money at once.
Kefu took a long turn in the bush. He kept every track in mind and he didn't walk outside the path that had already been created. He wasn't too familiar with the whole route.
It was longer than the normal route to the village.
He had not moved too long when he heard two people arguing.
He stopped and a involuntary sneeze came off his nostrils.
He wiped his wet moustache with the back of his hands and he began to move on his toe towards where he heard the argument.
He moved closer and he parted the leaves blocking his view. He tried all his best to be careful and silent.
He recognise the two. One was old and the other was a young guy, tall and dark. He had a scanty breads dropping down his jaw. His face was strong and he seems angry.
Kefu was behind the leaves watching, his jaw dropped and he held his mouth firm as he watched The young guy charged at the old man. The old man crashed to the ground and he refused to move.
Kefu's breath went so hard that he could hear it, as he watched The young guy try to make the old man stand up. Nothing was working. The old man looked lifeless. After a while the young guy jerked up a black Ghana must go that had been position on the ground and he marched forward without looking back.
***Now***
"I told you not to say anymore word. You won't listen" Kelvin said. He looked down on Fosa who was laying on a bed with a swollen lips and a black eye.
"Wait!! How many times did he hit me." Fosa managed to say from the side of his lips.
"I lost count. It was much"
"You mean that rogued fist of his, touched me so many times that you lost count. Ah m dead" Fosa fell back on the bed and he closed his eyes. Kelvin picked him up by his blood stained singlet. "Fosa!! Fosa!!" Kelvin called. "Wake up" He added.
Fosa opened up one if his eyes gently, a thin lines appeared on his fore head like the skin on his fore head had been folded.
"I am not dead. I am trying to imagine how he was hitting me." Kelvin sighed after a lazy smile.
"Deji's cousin is not happy with us staying Here. You need to get well soon so we can take care of her." Kelvin paused as he watched Fosa's concentrated eyes.
"Deji wants us to take a job for ourselves."
"Not after this punch" Fosa replied. He drew in a long breathe and he closed his eyes. Fosa eyes was fixed on his face and a quick smile was generated on his face as he tried matching Fosa's swollen face with that of a dead pig.
©Okhuoya Godwin
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