New ordeal

From the station, we were welcomed with hefty questions of which some were rhetorical.

"what did the police do to you? Did they beat you? Are they coming for us? Did you mention our names? Did they fine you or you ran away? "

So many questions continously that i did not even have time to answer a single one. Knowing that ignoring them would be rude, we decided to play the love cadet grandpa had always done when he came home drunk. Our efforts bore no fruits because the gang was so obsessed with their needs. Then an idea flashed in my mind. "hey everyone," i said, "Tom says he will answer all your questions as far as you sit in a circle." i left Tom the task as a punishment for his betrayal and went passed them smiling.

On opening the door, my eyes went numb for a few minutes. Papa was sitting in there with the whip he used to beat me when i was a kid. In addition, he kept staring at the crate of champagne. He was a man with character familiar to Adolf Hitler. When he was sobber, he would not tolerate any nonsense. I went near him humbled like a rained cat ready to give him a pleading explanation. His fierce eyes were red-faded. A stinging odour arose from his breath. I started to doubt his sobberness. On touching him, he said lazily, "you... hic are my... ori.... hic..... ginal son and i love.... y..."

"ooh no! ", i said. That was one big mistake. What has happened? Because from the look i understand that papa had came here to punish me. Now he is stark drunk. And when he is drunk, he blows out. Who will now answer all the questions after he recorvers?. I started asking myself all these questions. I really went crazy for sometime until i gave out a loud yell. Someone who was here must know what had happened. I went out to the gang to ask them and found them listening like the way Messiah answered to the teachers of law and the pharisees.

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What in the name of God happened to my father? "i said angrily cutting their conversations." relax bro, we got you covered "one of them answered." i knew that your dad was one short tempered man. He came asking for you but we calmed him for a while with champagne. Unfortunately, it turned out that he loved drinking, so he continued to drink until he wdnt crazy. Don't worry, he won't punish you now".

"yes he won't punish me now but when he wakes up, I'll be dead. "then he continued," bro, i told you to relax. All this was taken care of. After he recorvers, we won't be here. We already taken your property to another estate. The others are preparing for a party to celebrate your return from jail. "

That almost gave me a heart attack. A party?? Celebrate??? My father??? They migrated our property?? Whoa, and who on earth gave you the permission or the authority to do it. Who told you am interested in another party after the first turned wrecked?

To my surprise, Tom answered, "Bro, we are our brothers keeper. Having our backs is what we do remember,." wait, you are with them now??.

Tom stood up and left with them for the party. I was left there stranded not knowing what to do. My dad is in the house out of his senses. My property has been migrated..They can't just leave like that.. I statured for a moment before calling a motorbike to take dad home..

On reaching home, i rememberd that dad would be back to his senses soon and i would be dead. I heard the chance. Stay and get wrecked by Adolfs brother or join my friends in the party. In my good senses, i ran as fast as i could to where the party was.

They welcomed me in the so called brotherhood style but this time, i had set my mind not to take any champagne or any drug drink. So i went to the dance hall to forget my troubles. Fortunately or unfortunately, Shee my early girl friend was there. We danced quite well as we exchanged minds and that helped me calm down.

We laughed as we watched a guy perform acrobat as per the rhythm of the song. Lately, it turned out that my swollen woes were healing. We joined a group of five to play a game and that reminded us of childhood memories. It sank my mind and i remembered those jovial memories we spent with daddy. Though he was strict, he really loved me. I remembered that we used to play hide and seek everytime he came after job. Tears rolled down my face and i knew i was letting him down.

I did keep on thinking for five hours crying. But suddenly on the door, a loud bang. Everything calmed downed. It was my angry dad with a one metre tall whip.