Cysca_Cudjoe

A one night stand with a White waitress in a club was all it took to make him. He had no father but an owner he had. He owned him..turned him into the demon he is now. At the age of eight, he killed the humanity and love he had. "To make you strange and a worthy successor. I don't need any weakling." Akim always roared at him. The day he died the Devil got a free ticket to leave South Africa for good. Revenge from their rival Mafia gang was not in his plans. He wouldn't shed the blood of his people. He needed the for something better. To build a legitimate global empire. He worked his ass of to be a better version than Akim had in mind. He would own it all, by any means necessary. The world wasn't fair so don't blame him if he stumbled on you in the course of fulfilling his plans. You needed to keep up to be able to work for or with him. He had a family, though not perfect, the gang always had his back and so did he. At the age of twenty -six, Lucifer as he was popularly known by his close men was the most eligible bachelor, and the youngest richest business man in the country and beyond. He said it and he did it yet, there was always something else to do. Something better. He might be crazy for wanting to conquer the world, but that was his plan. Lucifer was never the type to run, he never backed down....and though a tiny part of him wanted to, he couldn't. His demons were part of him. He was his own devil. The part of him which thrilled at the site of violence and smiled at the pains and fear in the eyes of others strived and dominated his soul. He wanted out but who was he kidding, his demons were his source of power. Power, which sucks humanity out of him. Lucifer had made his name in the Europeans countries, but he felt that there would be much profit and a fulfilling tap into the culture of Africa which would in no doubt be a jackpot for him. He was a business man and so knew his fact. Africa....he dreaded and loved. He was sure of his target..where else but Ghana..a foreign environment. He was yet to find out that Ghana would give him the encounter of his life....

Kara, popularly called Nana is the "unwanted" bastard of the Agyemang family. Her mother Esther got pregnant with her white boyfriend during her college years overseas. Her mother came home with a baggage instead of the promised degrees. Being the daughter of a strict African home, ones thought would be to disappear for good and bear the shame alone. The family frowned upon her actions, turned their backs on her and was disowned by her father. Single handedly, with help from her uncle, her mother raised her to become a typical Ghanaian child. Even with her fair skin and brunette hair...she was in no doubt a Ghanaian by actions. Many often got confused yet her calm nature and respect for every custom of the society irrespective of it's flaws made her Ghanaian. Kara lived her life like a story being told. She drew her plans from the moment Uncle Kwesi sat her down and told her of the story behind her birth and why she didn't have a father or a large family. She knew who her father was. At least she had a picture of him, a picture shut away. She was satisfied with having her mom and uncle in her life. They enough for her, she convinced herself. Nana's greatest fear is repeating her mother's mistake...Don't get her wrong, she respected her mom immensely, she was by far the strongest woman she had ever know. That didn't change the fact that she would like to write some of her wrongs. Nor did it change the feeling which ate her up all the time...She was an accident and that was something that even she couldn't make right. Being the child of a single mother in a Ghanaian society, there was a lot to do and not do. No matter the amount of wealth, the society would always see you as the daughter of the unmarried woman and hence, you are required to put in much effort to everything you do. Kara wanted her mom to know n feel that her birth was her biggest achievement

THE INEVITABLE HIM

His guards surrounded the old farm house. No man who ever worked for him wished to find himself at the farm house. It was an old farm house which looked hunted and uncared for. It was just an old wooden structure at the outskirt of Boston, owned by Lucifer. He had way back quit doing Akim's dirty work. Actually he had given the gang a new essence to live immediately Akim got murdered. No more drugs, human trafficking nor illegal weapons or nuclei exportations. He had built an empire with his gangs and family and anyone who went against him and his family would spend his last moment in the farm house. They were his family. They watched him grow up, some his friends, brothers and uncles. They pledged their loyalty to him. They loved the change, his way of working and on any day, anytime they would gladly give up their live for his. Lucifer couldn't tolerate one thing in his life. DISLOYALTY. Traitors were never welcomed. They needed to disappear, to be reprimanded so that they would never think of betraying anyone even in their next life. Anyone who dared to tarnish their Empire and bring back their dirty past needed to be eliminated. Painfully. The farmhouse was a place of no return. He had similar ones across the country. He stepped out of his black Ferrari wearing a casual jeans and black top with the first two buttons opened. Four other SUV cars came to a halt with few of his men stepping out to take their positions behind Lucifer. Lucifer headed to the farm house. He entered three different codes to opened three from doors which were the wooden lock, the metal lock and lastly the glass lock. Finally, the path was cleared to reveal an elegant opened space. The place had a small bar with wines and drinks perfectly arranged. It had a hearth, mini wooden chairs and table for dinning. The wooden sleek walls had pairings of the field, farm animals and different African paintings. Artefacts hung on the walls representing the African culture. The floor was carpeted with wool. The was no trace of modern device in the farm house.


CHAPTER 6: Stitched Memory