Sealed

By Sunday Eyitayo Michael

Can a secret be hidden forever?
Can bad food always be swallowed?
Chief Tayo didn't consider that when he
tried to seal a huge secret from the world.

Enjoy the experience

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sunday Eyitayo Michael
• Release date: Dec 8, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311788764

Sunday Eyitayo Michael

BoSs. Writer. Son. Brother. Friend. Lover. Engineer.Big mind, awesome personality.

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SEALED

BY

Sunday Eyitayo Michael

Published by Sunday Eyitayo Michael at Smashwords

Copyright 2014 Sunday Eyitayo Michael

CHAPTER ONE

It is important to make the right choices in life, however in many critical situations; it is never enough to choose. You also have to be chosen. She paused as she gazed through the audience. I wondered why she gazed; she could see no one because the whole place was dark except for the spotlight she was beneath. Her gaze stopped at my direction then she threw a broad smile.It seems she sees anyway I thought, but she didn’t need to display all those dramatic expressions, it was certain chief Tayo will win the prize, everyone knew that; they knew so far he was nominated, he wins.

I turned around to feed my eyes, to see a little more of the attendees and nominees or rather, those who came to celebrate chief Tayo. Aha! Alhaji Karimi is also here; the co-founder of ‘Happy Life’, one of the largest orphanage homes in sub-Saharan Africa. He is really trying, I must commend him for that but he is not so much of a threat anyway, Chief Tayo is the sole owner of the largest orphanage and charity homes in Africa, it was really named on critical thoughts, ‘The Intimidation Co-operation For Orphans’; it keeps up to its name. I turned to see a few more people, but due to the darkness, I could only see the people close enough to be seen: a few Russians, Polish, South Africans, Brazilians… it seems all 195 member states were represented. H’m, is that not Col. Isaac, the soldier man who has led five peace-keeping missions to different countries? I bent forward a bit to get a clearer view. He is; the bullet scratch close to his bulgy eyes says it. Ignoring his presence, I wanted to focus, he was not worth my attention, and even he too knew that, he knew that Chief Tayo is far better than he could be. If I could remember vividly, twice, he came to me to apply as my personal chief security. I couldn’t give him that chance, I have heard of several rumors of his escapades; how his bosses’ wife carries his children. Also from the ‘bush radios’, I heard that the bullet scratch close to those eyes were not gotten from a peacekeeping mission as was believed by many but rather from an impotent boss who didn’t realize he couldn’t impregnate a woman until he discovered his four kids were not his but the scoundrel’s. I couldn’t risk mine and besides he is certainly no match too, Chief Tayo has financially sponsored twelve peace-keeping missions.

I sat to focus when I noticed Gov. Tandu, unable to resist the impulse, I burst out in laughter. It caught a little attention due to the absolute quietness so I immediately adjusted and apologized. Could Gov. Tandu be thinking at all? Did he realize this was a peace prize? Who could have nominated him? The longest period his state was ever at peace during his reign was just one month and a week. No politician had ever caught so much attention because of their evil the way he did, I do not know if he could actually beat that again since he is still on seat, but no one could see that coming anytime soon not even the so called optimists. It was obvious he rigged his way into power; so perhaps, he thinks he could rig this one too.

…. The key question in this kind of matching is: who gets what? she continued in her melodious tone. Beautiful! Beautiful! I thought; do these organizations organize a beauty contest before selecting a host? A belle she was indeed; tall, long curly dark hairs, beautiful straight legs and a no doubt figure-8 structure, no wonder the men were so concentrated. My eyes slowly followed her features from her feet and just as it was about to cross over her knee, Bisola tapped me and sternly looked in my eyes. She didn’t have to speak, I could read the words in her eyes, but she spoke, focus on what you ought to focus on she said in a low livid tune, I couldn’t respond, perhaps I could, but just don’t know what to say so I just held her hand tightly and looked away. Bisola is an epitome of beauty, the belle in her town when I married her, each morning when I wake up to look into those beautiful eyes, I get a renewed freshness within me, a reason to want to live for another day. For once, I never regretted the day I walked her down the aisle except for the fact that her eyes consistently follow mine, which still does not make me regret. I always hoped that one day she would get tired, but she does not, and I do not see that happening anytime soon either.

Sometimes things do not work out the way we plan, but often times it is for a better option that’s coming our way. When Lydia jilted me because I had no money, I was sober for weeks, rather just a few hours, thinking I could get none like her ever, but that prepared me for a better piece, Bisola, a beauty even Lydia can’t compare. Now, even she regrets she jilted me, the last time I heard from her; she could not afford three square meals, so pathetic. I need not talk about her much anyway, she aren’t worth it.

I knew everyone was so focused, but the seriousness on their faces has intensified, what is about to happen? I thought as I looked around trying to find out. Aha! Now I know, the big moment is finally here, she is done with her lengthy speech as though we were there for a motivational conference.

…. In this line, we hereby announce the winner of this year prize for peace and philanthropy she paused, removed all traces of smiles from her face and stared through the audience. Hosts have a special way of raising people’s blood pressure. I am used to it already, if not perhaps, I would have fallen to her trick as well, although within me I knew I felt a little panicked, but you could see no trace on my face, I looked fully confident. Doctors should have warned these hosts that, intentionally or unintentionally rising people blood pressure is not healthy, but they don’t, Perhaps, because just like every other businessman, they seek customers too, if they warn against high blood pressure, who will come to the hospital for treatment of blood pressure? Once, that was about three years back, during the commonwealth awards, as usual, the host paused to rise the tension amidst the crowd, but it was a terrible tension rise, some nominees needed the award so bad that as soon as she paused, Prof. Timbu had an heart attack. I pity the poor old man, at the end of it all, he was not announced the winner, chief Tayo was.

Ah! Ah! My chest someone screamed from the audience.

Who could this be? Who want to ruin this moment? I thought loudly.

It is Dr. Ingbian... Halima replied. And what is he?

The doctor popularly known as Dr. PhD

Oh, oh, now I know him, the doctor who acts and speaks like the only one with a PhD?

That’s right sir, she said.

Sometimes, I wonder why people tend to act so weird. Do you know I have a PhD too? not waiting for her reply, I continued But I prefer to drop the full stop at chief. Perhaps, that’s his only achievement and ….

With due respect sir, you needn’t speak rudely about my uncle she stopped me. What! Could he have being her uncle? Why did I never know? I gently turned away and Bisola stared at me in disgust, I never knew she was listening, I certainly would