It was a cold morning in Biafra, where I woke up beside my beloved machete. As I stare at the blade, flashbacks of that horrid night start to play in my mind. My parents lying helplessly on the ground as their blood seeped into our new coconut-colored rug. The tears lethargically drip on to the rug as the guilt makes its way through my conscious. The man, ringleader and the leader of thieves, said one thing as he left “Survivel of ze fiddest, ma frien” and he dropped the bloody machete to the ground. I stared at him in his eyes, I saw a man who has been conquered by his sadistic ego and will do anything to maintain his superiority. But what is greatest motivation for senseless killings, it didn’t make sense. I was overwhelmed with my internal …show more content…
The woman from before intrigued me, her beauty, sassy attitude I need someone like that by my side as undergo my heinous acts around Biafra. I rush back home to inform my boys about our next mission and that we are obtaining our queen of the Amasela. I wrote a note for Johnathan and told Anthony to give it to Johnathan saying “Survivel of da fiddest, ma frien”. The moon is florescent, hyenas are roaming the streets and thieves are active, a regular night in Biafra. One of the boys has found out that Johnathan has left his adobe in pursuit of me, how naïve. The boys steadily march towards his gated household where my future queen resides. Half of the boys guarded the front, the other half guarded the back of the house and I had my beloved machete. I broke into the house and I see my beauty in the kitchen, cooking. “Johnathan, is that you” she said hopefully “No, better than that” I said cleverly, she enters the living room and stands there froze in her step. “Oh, what do you want, creep” she said “I want you to marry me and leave that fool you call