Remember my short story “Magic”, well this is the second in the Magic series of short stories. You don’t have to read the first one to understand this one though but if you could, it would be awesome.
I’d love to blab about my day but the story is a long piece in itself so without further ado;
” But the tongue can no man tame; it is an unruly evil, full of deadly poison” James 3:8 The Bible.
Faith
Her eyes blazed with hatred as she glared at the men in front of her, powerless because of the dirty clothes wadded in her mouth effectively gagging her. Her eyes followed them around, watching them go through her belongings, scattering her papers and eating her food, all the while mocking her. Faith watched them in anger but didn’t make any visible or audible complaint, all she needed was her mouth free and this trouble would be over, so she stayed calm and continued working her gag loose with her mouth.
Faith was born to a single mother, a bitter teenager named Esther who never failed to remind her how her conception cost her everything. Esther was shunned by her Christian parents who saw her pregnancy as the ultimate betrayal, her boyfriend denied any connection to her and the baby she carried. As a result, Esther became a seller of fried bean cakes with unrealised dreams and only one person to blame it on; her daughter Faith.
Faith never went to school and she never felt she had to, for the people who went there weren’t smarter than her. From the age of ten, Faith moved from begging from the rich on the expressway to stealing from the rich on the expressway and she was comfortable with this until she realised her potential at the age of fifteen.
It was late at night and she was returning home with her day’s earnings when she was accosted by four men who collected her money and beat her viciously when she protested. They left her battered and bruised in more ways than one for after they took her money, they raped her. After the first time Faith refused to scream anymore, she just lay there silent and broken as each one of them sweated and grunted above her and as they turned to leave, Faith uttered one word before passing out. She looked at their retreating figures and said;
“Die”
When Faith woke up, it wasn’t morning yet but there was enough light for her to see the bodies of the men around her. There was no trace of blood on them but they were obviously dead and flies were already beginning to gather. Faith didn’t bat an eyelid, she simply limped over to them, took her money and theirs and headed home, thinking no more about it until she got home.
When she got home, she met her mother in a sour mood. Esther, her mother paid no attention to the wounds on her body but kept complaining about her lack of money, about the fact that Faith had been bringing in less money in the past few weeks, Why couldn’t she steal more? Go out more? And on and on . The noise in Faith’s head kept building, added with her mother’s shouts, she couldn’t bear it again and with her hand gripping the wooden post of her mother’s house/shop, she faced her mother and told her:
“Just shut up”
That day Faith’s mother lost her voice and since then never uttered a word, that day was also the day Faith began to come into her own and accept the power she had. She climbed the ladder of power the only way she knew how, which to her was the only way that mattered.
Now Faith stood before the men who dared try to rob her and decided their fate. After she worked the gag loose from her mouth, it took only a few well placed words to get them to loosen her bonds. If she wasn’t so angry, she could have laughed at the sight of five hefty men cowering from a petite girl, at twenty two she still looked sixteen and the sight of her wide eyes and pixie like face was only marred by the hard glint in her eyes and her permanent frown.
Faith looked at the men who dared underestimate her, the leader of the gang that controlled all major crimes in the city of Lagos for over two years and gave them a chilling smile as she opened her mouth to tell them their fate.
“Die”
Funbee