THE INEVITABLE HIM

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

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CHAPTER 1: The Missing Purse

Hakeem briefed the Devil himself under the pseudonym "Lucifer" on the project and contract made with the president of the Republic of Ghana and where they will be escorted to. Hakeem has been beside Lucifer since they were young. He was the closest and lasting person in his life. The only one he could trust and call "friend". But he was also his partner in crime,kept him in check. Don't get him wrong he didn't need any babysitter. Lucifer knew what to say and do in every situation. But there was one thing he couldn't control. " Torture ". When he sets a net, he makes sure it catches enough to torture. When caught in the devil's web, be prepared to experience hell. He didn't know what was right or wrong he did as he felt and he had no explanations. How can he know pain when pain has been his only companion all his life. Hakeem has always made sure that Lucifer's way of working doesn't ruin the empire he struggled to build. He had seen him in his worst form, seen his pain but don't know the feeling. They all lived in the same environment but Lucifer, he was an " exception " as his father's boss Akim would always say. He helped save his life as their plan to leave from the Underdog Mafia Lord as he calls himself in South Africa after Akim's death. With all the wealth from drug dealings, trafficking, guns and nuclear exportations, Lucifer became the most successful Mafia boss in South Africa. However he was not discovered by anyone except the the Underdog....

"Are you listening or sleeping" Hakeem asked rubbing his forehead. "Adriel...."

His eyes flipped open to glare at his only friend warring an annoying "oh I know you hate that name" smile on his face." Lucifer shook his head and sighed. " We both had a long flight. So let's just shutttt uppp alright. We are about landing anyways ". He places emphasis on " shut up" to show his annoyance. He closed his eyes again not once glancing at him to see his reaction. "Fine". Hakeem spoke in defeat. He passed the files to his PA , a slander blonde lady in her late twenties. " Be nice when we get down. This is Ghana not a war zone". He mumbled and relaxed.

Kara helped Uncle Kwesi unload her luggage from his SUV. Growing up, he was the closest family she ever had. From what she knows, he was the only one who accepted and helped her mom when the family deserted her. He already had his life in Accra and was not dependent on her grandparents, so he was not obligated to follow their decision. Beside, her mom has always been his favorite sibling. He was more than an uncle to her. She harboured no I'll feelings towards her aunties and little uncle. She realised they were in a tight situation where they had no say. The call once in a while to check up on them and that was enough for her. She didn't even need her grandparents in her life. Maybe her mom did, but she has never needed anyone in her life except her mom. She wondered why.

The Kotoka international airport was busy as always. She stood in between her two big suitcases wearing a lone look. " Kiddo, most girls your age would kill to get this opportunity. Here you are giving a sad look". Uncle Kwesi patted his head as his he was contemplating. " Why is my niece so strange". Kara smiled at his behavior. Well he achieved what he wanted. To put a smile on her face. "I have something better here in Ghana". She firmly proclaimed. This made her uncle give a smile as if she had said something funny. " There are some things that neither your mom nor I can give you. Remember that okay". Kara nodded although she thought otherwise. He hugged her and smile sadly and pat her head gently , his eyes filled with so much love. He never had a daughter. Three boys no girl. Kara has been her daughter since the day he picked Esther up from Circle. As soon as he saw his kid sister step from the bus....a rush of love and protectiveness kindled in him. It has been so even till date.

He felt that his niece needed to be unburdened before she left. She took on a burden the moment she found out about the circumstances of her birth. She never demanded for more nor did she complained. Everything she did clearly said" thank you for not aborting me." She was adorable. Too beautiful to let go.

"Live life Nana....you are your mother's daughter. But you...are not Esther. You are my lovely niece..." Kara went still in his embrace....

Thank you guys a lot for reading. I hope you enjoyed this chapter....part 2 of "the missing purse" will be posted soon. ASAP.

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