ABOUT STORY
Isadora is a romance thriller, crime, detective, tragedy and suspense, a story written with emotional inspiration, a story of love, heartbreaking experience and the corrupt society and rotten leadership system.
Isadora is a story that unveils the ills in the society, the evil carried out by those in authorities and the suffering faced by the common man.
Isadora is more than just a story, it's a coach, an eye opener and above all – an entertainment.
Isadora will make you understand relationship and your spouse better, read it today and you'll never regret doing so.
DISCLAIMER:
This story is a pure work of fiction, all characters, names and individuals involve/mentioned are from the author’s literal imagination.
COPY RIGHT
This is the sole property of Lucky Thompson. Broadcasting, storing, sharing, or selling this content without the permission of the author or publisher(s) will be subjected to copyright violations.
© Lucky Thompson, 2023.
All rights reserved.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENT:
I would like to acknowledge the success of this work to Achireketi Saurombe, my Zimbabwean friend who had been a source of encouragement and motivation to me through the course of writing this book since 2019 till date.
I also would like to acknowledge my kid brother, God’s Hope Thompson. Your love for literature and reading spurs me on to write more for you and your fellow like minds to read.
DEDICATION:
This book is dedicated to the memory of Late. Master Tapiwanashe Saurombe (2005-2023)
Chapter 1
It was evening when I finished what I went for, I was very tired and stressed out. The best option for me was enough rest, so I can meet up with the early morning bus going to Port-Harcourt. Moreover, I needed to keep to time due to a rendezvous I'm supposed to attend.
Slowly but tiredly I retired to bed, it was 9pm. An hour early to my bedtime, I slept and drifted to dream land. It was the sound of my phone's alarm that woke me up, when I checked the time it was almost 5.30am. I jumped out of bed and began rushing to prepare, good thing I already arranged my traveling luggage and I've kept my clothes as well as shoes.
I sped into the bathroom, had my shower and was out before one could say 'Jack Robinson’. Warmed the little food I prepare and ate it, without further ado took a bike to the car park, it was 6.20am when I got to the car park. Luckily for me, I saw a space and hurriedly joined the vehicle going to Choba. In no distant time, we were on our way to Port-Harcourt.
Getting to the black falcon police checkpoint, I bought gala, soft drink and shell groundnuts from sellers who usually hawk their wares there. It was early and these youths were out to fight for survival, a tear dropped from my eyes. Life is not as easy as we all think, here were youths fighting for survival in a more honourable way, yet nobody wants to empower these young entrepreneurs, but when it comes to giving them guns to kill and mane innocent persons during election or any political brouhaha, that's when they'll be remembered.
Life in this country is hell, even our educational structure is faulty, students pay massively to get knowledge in school yet, the ministry of education can't provide adequate education for them. The most saddening is that even after school, most of our graduates who are qualified for some jobs and positions are sidelined for employment, all in the name of godfatherism, tribalism, religious fanaticism and sadly, man-know-man syndrome. Most of these graduates are frustrated to the point they drop aside their certificates and take up whatever job that is available, as far as it can feed them. Someone who read medical doctor ends up being a bricklayer, wheelbarrow pusher, etc. so as to make ends meet. Sadly, some graduates who aren't patient enough resolve to crimes, like kidnapping, fraud, robbery and ritual to make ends meet. Who's to blame? Our leaders who failed to fulfil their oats of office or the youths who failed to use their common sense?
These thoughts and many more were racing through my mind when I accidentally dropped a groundnut which rolled to the side of the young lady sitting beside me in the vehicle. I made to pick it up, she looked at me in a weird way as though she knew what I was thinking. When I came up with the groundnut, I showed her as proof for disturbing her at the same time apologizing. She smiled, exposing her well-arranged dentition, with dimples, an open teeth to furnish her beautiful face. I looked away to end discussion, I don't want a situation where I'll get myself trapped.
“You look shy handsome”, She spoke softly while my ears instantly stood up like that of Shrek's donkey friend.
“I'm not shy, it's just that I don't want to offend you...My apologies for disturbing you earlier. My groundnut caused it”, I explained myself over again an action which forced her to burst out laughing drawing the attention of other passengers to the back seat, I felt a bit embarrassed.
“I should've respected myself…”, I thought as I noticed the eyes on us.
“It's okay, I understand perfectly well...The name is Isadora and you?”, She introduced herself.
“Thompson, my name is Thompson…”, I replied shyly as she stretched forth her right hand for a shake, I reluctantly took it for a shake.
“Stop acting like that Thompson, I don't bite...I'm a girl not a dog,'' This made me to burst into a shot laughter, a laughter I regretted for it drew more eyes to us.
“You're funny”, I hit her playfully.
“While...You're shy”, She defended as she hit me back, this made us laugh.
“Na wa oh, as this country hard reach instead of some lazy youths to think of how to make am for life...Na women them dey pursue”, A middle aged man spoke from the front seat.
“Maybe Na to toast woman be their aim for the journey...Since them no allow person to hear words with talk and laughter”, another female passenger supported the man.
“I no know wetin do 'mind your business’ these days oh…”A lady I suspected to be in her early thirties cut in.
“Wetin that one supposed to mean?” The middle aged man from the front asked the lady.
“As he dey toast her...Na your mouth he use? Na your type wey dey form saint dey even sleep with girls young enough to be your grand-daughters, yet na ona go dey judge and condemn fast. Bunch of twenty-first century righteous hypocrites!”, The lady snapped her fingers in disgust at the end of her statement.
“And if e pain am make he come beat us na...See am he don toast me and I don accept am, mai even kiss am self-make jealousy go die…”, Isadora cut in as she planted a soft kiss to my cheek “...Oya come beat me na, I don kiss am...mtchewww”, Isadora dared the man and the lady who supported him, both remained silent as the rest of the passengers chuckled.
We arrived Choba where I was to alight before the vehicle would take a 'U’ turn and return back to the car park which we passed, Isadora alighted with me. I've never been lucky with women, it always ended up in pain so I began avoiding them. I made to walk away pretending I didn't see Isadora alighting but she called me, this forced me to stop.
“Hian...Thompson why are you in a hurry to leave, you just want to leave like that without asking for my number?”, At that moment I knew my fears were coming to reality.
“I'm sorry...It's just that…”, I stammered as I figured out the right words to use but Isadora was sharper than I thought.
“See boy drop aside those cock and bull stories, give me your number or are you afraid that your girlfriend will beat me or…”, Isadora teased while I stood with mouth opened but no words came out.
“Don't try to say anything...Just take”, Isadora continued as she gave me her number on a piece of paper while I pocket it.
“Okay...I'll give you a call,'' I promised her. A promise I knew I wouldn't keep, I made to move when she pulled me back gently by my arm.
“Not so fast boy...You've not given me your number”, Isadora protested while I fidget in my pocket for a pen and took the piece of paper she offered me, hurriedly wrote down my number.
“That's it…”I began but she cut me short.
“I know, and thanks for giving me...Now you can go I'll call you later,'' She gave me a mock punch on the chest as she strode off like one of the ancient warriors of Sioux.
I arrived home, took a bath and decided to take a short nap before attending to my next plan for the day, I woke up around 3pm only to see 10 missed calls from a strange number. With 5 messages, I read all and realized they were from Isadora, but I replied none. Peacefully, I deleted them, blacklist her number and tore the piece of paper she wrote her number on for me. I've had enough from women, I wasn't ready to let myself be hurt again, they've made me stopped believing in love long ago.
Love is nothing but a scam, relationship was a tool used by women to toil with my feelings, I've loved them truly only to be hurt on the long run, relationship is a scam, love is a scam and women are scammers. I threw away the thorn piece of paper as I left my room to prepare for my next agenda, to hell with Isadora and her phone number.