We stood up,
Kyle and I had failed to escape when Mallam Kyari and his son had busted us in his compound attempting to comb through his orchard with our sacks, we are going to take them down to the market and sell it off for some cool cash…
I am not so amateurish when it comes to fleeing overpowering spiteful movements, but the meteoric change of the events and its scope caught me unaware, the hullabaloo came in handy with instinctive fear.
I am not afraid at first, since mallam permitted Jude, he permitted us all, at least I’m counting on Jude’s words with which he had persuaded me so that I come with him.
Ready to leave Mallam Kyari’s Compound. We headed out, “Hey you”, I called out to Kyle, damn his discreet attitude. “Did you know about that too?”
“About what?” He questioned back, a bit unmannerly.
“Okay, can you tell me what just happened back there…” I demanded. Trying to meet up with his pace.
“We’re busted bruh! Is that what you wanna hear?” He blurted.
“Of course, I knew that.” I countered, “tell me something; what I want to hear, Kyle.” I demanded.
I found myself demanding the cognizable from Kyle, with my provoking acerbity.
“Look, Rye”, (yeah that is what most people call me and I did not very much like that, though I did not object). “I owed you no explanation, okay? You’re the one that needed persuasion to do what should have been a benefit to you.”
Huh?!
“Are you shitting me??!”
“And in what way has this turned out to be a benefit?”
I fired back at him.
“Every day ain’t Christmas bruh…” Hissing and facing me this time, “it never ceases to amaze me, your intractable yet credulous mind. You know what? Rye, you look like an idiot blabbering. I haven’t witnessed a sixteen-year-old brain, so daft cannot read between the lines.
“Anyways, Jhay save your question for Jude, Do you get me?”
With that, he strode faster.
I halted on my track, ‘you are not at fault, maybe I was an idiot, pea-brained; but you never had a friend like Jude, who always had you on his hook.’
Staring at the back of his head half-consciously at the end of my soliloquy as I was thinking, about what was to be next my move, as he moved farther into the streets.
“Do I go home straight away as I am more than a bit famished, or hunting Jude down will soothe my ache” I pondered. But my nimble mind concluded and I opted for the confrontation, perhaps a seemingly impulsive decision at the moment but who knows what to expect on my arrival at home though, for the look Ali; Mallam Kyari’s son was throwing my way back there spells way more than intimidation.
Hmph….! Jude you are going to give me a good reason for taking me through this! I seethed under my breath.
I turned, heading towards their hideout.