CHAPTER TWO
Squatting behind a large shrub feels like heaven compared to the torture of holding in the inevitable.
Tunde exhale in deep relief, eyes half-closed as the weight of the world finally eased.
โAhhhhโฆ natureโs restroom,โ he sighs, almost emotional. โPure bliss.โ
A twig snap behind him.
He freeze.
Slowlyโvery slowlyโhe turn his neck.
A man stands directly behind him.
Not just anyone. It is the same man in white he saw earlier. Only now, he look different โ Paler. Calmer. Too calm.T
he kind of calmness that suggest something is about to go wrong.
His eyes glow faintly, like he is burning from within. His expression wear the serene humor of someone watching a child walk into danger.
โJESUS!!โ Tunde scream, leaping so high โ athletes will be applauding.
The Stranger stands still โ not flinching.
โYou no see the sign?โ he asks, voice low and oddly amused.
Tunde stagger backward, trying to zip up with shaky fingers.
โIโ I thought it has expired!โ he cried. โBut bros, you just finish your own now-now!โ Tunde mutters in his defence.
The man in white tilt his head to a side. โMe?โ he responds, expression unreadable. โI havenโt left this land since 1964.โ
The air blows to a pause.
The morning breeze goes quiet. Sinking the words of the stranger.
Tunde swallow loudly. โSixty-what?โ
โAs for the sign,โ the man continues casually, โitโs permanent. Like the curse.โ
โThe curโ cur what?!โ Tundeโs voice crack. Unsure of what heโs hearing.
The Stranger only smirk โ the kind that screams โTHINGS ARE ABOUT TO GET VERY, VERY BAD.โ
โฆto be continued
