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 7: Stitched Memory 2

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Kara sat still on her bed, her head resting on her knee. She had been cuddling herself for almost two hours since she got home. She sat still and stared into the nothingness. She was as scared as fuck, which even scared her the more. Paro was beside her, fidgeting in wobbling legs not willing to sit down, concern drawn all over her face. She went to the extent of calling up a doctor to come check up on her friend. She made tea for her and tried convincing her to take the sleeping pills which the doctor had recommended, but Kara refused. Sleeping wasn't going to do her any good she. Well not after what happened tonight. She thought. Paro needed her friend to sat something, anything. She tried lightening her mood. " Don't you think that the big guy is waiting for you to talk to Him?" Kara finally averted her gaze to meet her friend's. That's what I have been doing all this while, praying, praying that that man survives." She shakily spoke. " What?... Don't tell me that you go all crazy...crazy when upset ....enough to kill a person. Oh...my...my best friend has killer instincts." Paro exaggerated intentionally to achieve a smile from Kara. She was satisfied with getting a half genuine smile from her. Kara shook her head and finally relaxed on the bed. " Eiiiii....kw3kw3ness paaaa nie..( Eiiii too much exaggeration) ".

Paro giggled. She was already used to Kara telling how hyperbolic she was in her native language which was very true. She made everything look so big no matter how small it was. Kara shifted to create space on her bed for her friend to lie beside her. Paro gently slide her baby hands into hers. Paro and Karo were of the same height one would say, however Kara was a little taller. They both had amazing slim bodies but not at all skinny. They could stand as models any day anytime. Paro had a bronze skin just like Kara they they were both a little darker. Their skin color was one to look at twice. They wondered if they were actual sisters for real. " Kara, what happened. How did you end up being carried home by a stranger?" Paro inquired for the fifth time. She would get a reply this time, the whole story. Kara sighed. " First, I got fired. I had an issue with some drunk customers trying to harass me." Paro frowned. " Did you just watch,..allow them..." Kara interjected. "I couldn't handle the situation well. Honestly there was no other proper way to handle it, but give them a few dirty slaps." Paro turned to look at her friend, surprised. Kara was never the one to deal with violence. She was the enduring type. She preferred to keep mute and just let things slide. She hated unnecessary drama. Three years together and she still found it difficult to believe that her friend had never been in a relationship. During their first year together, Paro had thought that Kara had a guy waiting for her back home. But she was wrong. Kara never made any international call with anyone except her mom and uncle back home in Ghana. When she was found worthy to know everything about her, she got to understand why her friend had a thick wall built up. Aunty Esther who has been so forthcoming didn't hide anything about who her friend is. Because Paro always questioned her friend's nationality not that she underrated her people but she had seen pictures of Ghana and the normal Ghanaian person upon meeting Kara. Forget about her personality, her physical appearance betrayed her claims. Ever since the two got to know everything about each other, they hid nothing from each other anymore. Kara was unaware, but her friend's desire and top priority is to break her walls and make her loosen up. Well of course harmlessly. Hearing "dirty slap" from Kara for the first time brought her so much happiness and Kara had no idea. Kara continued to tell Paro what happened. " There was a commotion and...."

Flashback

Kara was boiling with anger as the four tipsy men gave her dangerous stern looks. Heads from the large hall turned to witness the commotion. Sara, the little girl and her parents looked at the situation in dismay. The man looked angry and ready to hop in and interfere at any second. "Manager!! Where is the manager?!!" One one the furious men screamed. " Who the hell was dumb enough to hire this whore.?!!" Kara sighed trying her best not to punch the man in the face. She could throw a few good punches she knew that. Instead of a punch which she was considering to throw, she took the bottle of wine which sat on the table and poured it on the man's head as if she were anointing him. She viciously turned to the other three men who looked as if ready to pounce on her and give her a hell of a beating. " Mind your language. I am certainly not a whore and I will not allow the likes of you to insult me". She was about to receive a smack on the face by the man who had been anointed with the wine when the manager, Mr Omar intervened. Shock was written boldly on his face when he saw Kara, their best employee holding tightly unto a bottle and giving the men glare which could kill. Mr Omar gently took the bottle from her. She sighed and handed it over to him muttering an apology. " I'm sorry". The manager focused on trying to pacify the angry men. " Do you think an apology is going to cut it? I expect this slut to be fire this instant! " One of the men ordered pointing his index finger accusingly at Kara and Mr Omar. " I don't think I need to do the apology drama here. You disrespected me....and got what you deserved. This is the moment when you take your embarrassing selves out of here." Kara calmly spoke in a tone which showed no trace of anger. " Kara,...stay quiet please". Mr Omar ordered to which she complied. " Please, we will take care of the damages and I will talk some sense into her...". One of the men giggled and turned to the customers who were playing the roles as spectators. Arrogantly, he spoke as if he was giving a speech. " I guess this is how you train your staff. Poor service. I want her to apologize and accept to do whatever I would want her to do. If that is too difficult to do, be ready to be sued..." Kara walked to the man who had uttered such words and glared at him in distaste. " Piece of trash". She muttered loud enough for him alone to hear. She gently took off her employee tag and handed it to Mr Omar who looked shocked and amazed all together. It was unusual of Kara to be rude not to even think of being overly rude. "What...did you just say?!!" The man exclaimed. " I said that there are some trash in this room...and they need to be disposed. Don't try to put my boss in a tight situation. Are you listening to yourself Sir. I'm fired not because you ordered it. Sue? Good luck with that. You have nothing on your hands. There are a lot of people around. " Drunk men trying to sexually assault a waitress " that's all you are in this situation. I don't know who you are neither do I care, but you can't get away with whatever you want." Dan and Mike arrived to escort the men out. "Sirs, please if you may come with ..." Mike spoke in an attempt to hold the men. " Get your dirty hands off me!" Exclaimed one of them whilst shooting daggers at Kara. Kara left to the changing room immediately the men were ushered out. "We are deeply sorry for the disturbances. Please carry on with your meals". Mr Omar apologized. Kara was already waiting for her manager in his office. Mr Omar entered, took his seat in his luxurious comfortable office chair and starred unbelievably at her. Mr Omar was a broad, white grey headed man in his late forty's. He was not a tall man but he was neither short. He had been so generous to Kara. He always overlooked her minor errors so she tried not to commit mistakes which would affect the business. He was protective and fatherly towards her. He decides to break the silence which hovered in the room. " Could you not overlook it, avoid it or handle it well as you had done in the past?" He spoke almost annoyed. Kara apologized. " I am sorry. I couldn't this time." " You know that I am irritated because you just announced your own dismissal. Couldn't you keep quiet with that as well, Nana?" Kara who had her head down all the while raised her head to meet his eyes upon hearing him call her "Nana". She smiled. " It's been a while uncle Omar. I didn't want you to feel inclined to keep me after such an unprofessional attitude. I was planning on quitting. I will be going for an internship and it's in a big company. I might as well use the time to learn everything about them." She rattled off and Mr Omar nodded." Stop standing and take a seat. He opened their records for the night. "Those men were seated in one of the best spots, you are aware. They made a reservation before hand. They are anonymous." He frowned and Kara understood the reason behind his frown. It meant she was either saved or doomed. " Be careful. We don't know who they are or where they come from. Being anonymous mostly is bad Kara. You have no ideas whom you have humiliated today. I will call Dan to escort you". "No. It's not needed. " she spoke. No matter the consequences, she didn't want to panic and fear after doing the right thing. She stood up holding unto her mini hang bag. " I will give you a call when I get home..and I will visit now and then." She headed to the door. " Be careful dear. I will wire you the payment" Mr Omar spoke in a worried voice. Kara said her "thanks" and left the office to the kitchen to say her goodbyes. " I will miss you guys." They all wore flabbergasted looks. Josh pulled her by the hand stopping her. " You can't be serious. You are leaving? " Kara gently pulled his hands off her." Yes, but I will visit. I promise. Didn't you see the scene I created out there? Surely you didn't think that I would still have my job after that ". She laughed in between her words. Josh was annoyed because Kara didn't think that they had any kind of friendship and did as she liked. He was so much into the girl but it was either she didn't see it or pretended not to. She was a smart girl. A Harvard student for Christ sake. "Well you would still have your job if you only shut your mouth". He almost exclaimed to which Kara frowned and raised a brow. What made him think he could be possessive over her. She put on a smile. "I said I would visit.... later". That was it, she left the kitchen using the back door. She paused to say her " temporal goodbyes" as she calls it to Dan and Mike. She waited and tried to get a taxi. After ten minutes of no luck in the cold, she gave up and started to walk. She would surely get one at the next street. She would have called Paro to pick her up, but she was out on a date with Austin and it was pretty late. She would probably sleep at his place for the night. Where might they have gone today. " Club?", she thought to herself. " Look at what I'm thinking about when I am freezing to death out here". She muttered to herself almost reprimanding. She scrolled through her phone to order a ride after reaching the next street and seeing no trace of a taxi, except for private cars packed outside the gigantic buildings of Boston. Her ride would arrive in ten minutes." Gosh, another ten minutes ". She almost shouted. But then again, it was justifiable, it was already 1:00am. But still, she was in the US for God sake. She pulled her brown leather jacket tightly to cover herself. She stood under one of the many street lights. Thank God she had decided to wear jeans and boots. They were doing wonders warming her legs and toes. Kara tried to occupy herself with her phone. Head burnt, she watched some YouTube videos so engrossed, she was unaware of her surroundings. She smiled at something funny and raised her head which came to a standstill as her eyes met the vicious glares of three strangers who had surrounded. She quickly averted her eyes to the streets and there stood a black SUV . When did they get there without her knowing. Was she so much into the videos not to have heard the screeching of the car or their footsteps? She questioned herself. " Owchhh..." A hard slap on the face brought her back to reality.

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