Hushed Echoes

Moreover, if he had been burnt alive, the truth would have been burnt like a stinking corpse , nobody would have known that he was just a mere victim of circumstances.

Instead, they would have painted his name black in the record book for theft, everybody would have gone to sleep thinking that he died as a thief.

Problems are inevitable in human lives they are like the rain which falls when it’s season is due, and when it does, you certainly need an umbrella to shelter you.

If umbrella is the solution , then one has to be very careful so that the umbrella does not have any hole underneath.

Because it there is, the rain is bound to continuously feed the body with it’s liquid. At times some people serve as an eyes opener they keep one awake, wiser and more courageous.

Perhaps marco was one of the apostle of this ideology, He could not stop thinking that though he had gone through a lot of difficulties all through the spam of his life, but the fact that remained incontrovertible was that his horizon had widened greatly and his courage had built up largely.

As a result, he had been freed from the shackles of ignorance and transport to the zenith of understanding.

Nevertheless, the greater the problem he encounter in his life, the wiser he became and the more his courage to accomplish his heart desires soared.

He waited earnestly for Fred to return from work, and when it was getting too late, he began to worry thinking about what could have been responsible for his lateness.

He could not understand why his friend would return late in spite of the afternoon, at a point his curiosity was so heightened that he had to listen to every cracking of footstep outside.

He was disappointed to find out that on several occasions the footsteps he heard were other people’s, and he had tostrained his ears to hear if there was going to be a knock at the door.

But instead he heard nothing except the stopping of the music that was buzzing from the transistor radio, and plunging the room into total darkness.

“Oh! What’s wrong with the light again! He exclaimed in indignation.

However, he was lucky that the match box and a stick of candle was lying by the bedside, all he needed to do was to stretch his hands, pick them and light up the room.

No sooner had he done this that a gust of wind suddenly whipped through the window blowing out the candle.

He quickly lit it up again and stretched his hand to close the window but his hands could not reach it, He changed his mind and craned his neck to check the time.

” It’s 11:30pm already and up till now he is not back. I hope there is no problem. “He wondered aloud.

He realized that if the window remained open, the wind was still going to put out the candle again, he therefore limped slowly off the bed in order to shut the window.

Then, he heard a knock at the door, he quickly abandon his earlier intention and went straight to open the door, knowing fully well that it would be no other person than his friend.

” My goodness! What kept you so long?” asked marco.

Fred raised his eyes and spoke slowly, ” It was my boss, they had a board meeting and needed us to stay around and tidy up the place after they had finished, you know all these big men now, they are always looking for a means to exploit you. Anyway, he sent his apology for what happened in the afternoon” Fred explained.

Marco limped back, shut the window and went straight to bed while Fred was busy preparing dinner, when the food was ready, they sat by the table to eat, Marco could not each much because his mouth and lips were badly lacerated by the several blows he received in the afternoon.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Fred tired to console him, but the pains he was experiencing denied him the opportunity to respond to Fred’s friendly gestures, after some time, they both fell asleep.