The Power Of Destiny

The Power Of Destiny : Episode 22

Was the dream trying to tell him something? He wondered to himself.
Elizabeth did not understand why she couldn’t see Mabvuto (Chisala) on Facebook again, and the last message he had sent to her, sounded like something that couldn’t come from him. She was broken hearted over the easy way he had discarded her. While she laid in her dorm room, nursing her broken heart, her real-life boyfriend, James, called her and invited her out for dinner.

She wanted to turn him down, but she saw the dinner date, as an avenue to forget about Mabvuto, so she obliged him.
She dressed in a little black dress and strand of pearly necklace. At the restaurant where James had invited her to, she still could not concentrate, a young man in his twenties that had walked in, reminded her of Mabvuto.

James: “Were you even listening to anything I said?” he asked and followed the direction of her eyes to the young man who had entered the restaurant, “Really Elizabeth?” he asked incredulously, not believing for a moment that he was sitting with a girl and she was checking out another man.
Elizabeth: “Sorry James, I have a lot on my mind” she said, trying to cover up with a smile.
James: “I can see that” he said flatly, and with a hint of sarcasm. Elizabeth raised her head up from the plate of spaghetti she was eating, at the sarcasm she had heard in his voice. and saw James looking at the young man with anger in his eyes. She chuckled.
James: “I was asking if you would be going for the summer break” he said
Elizabeth: “Of course, I have missed my mother” she replied.
James: “Then I am going too” he replied.

Elizabeth shook her head at this, it repulsed her that James always did anything she did, even though he was not pleased with it. He did it to be close to her always. She wished that she could reciprocate his feelings, but she couldn’t. No matter how she tried to have some sort of connection with the opposite s€×, she couldn’t because they were not Chisala. It baffled her though that Mabvuto was the only one aside Chisala who caught her fancy. She felt nostalgic towards her impending trip home. Whenever she was in Zambia, she was always considering people’s faces, checking if she would see Chisala.
The next day Kopakopa asked to drive Chisala to the University for his clearance. He wished that he could keep Chisala at home forever, but it was not possible. He had discussed online learning with Chisala but he refused saying he couldn’t do any other course other than medicine, and Medicine could not be taken online.

Kopakopa: “Remember all I told you, measure your words and don’t answer questions that are too personal. Keep everyone at arms-length, and call me when you are ready to come home, I will come and pick you” he admonished before unlocking the door.
Chisala exhaled as he stepped out of the Range car and walked towards the school gate. It was like the school was inviting him with open arms, he felt happy because he was closer to achieving his mother’s dreams. He rushed through his clearances because he had some other assignment to do. The address was still in his head and he wanted to check it out. He was certain that the occup-nts of the house would be visited by Kopakopa and his gang soonest and he was wondering how he could help. It felt like he was meant to help them because he had been shown a dream. But he was also afraid because he had been shot in the dream.

 Any attempt to go against Kopakopa would be met with death, he knew, but he didn’t know how to turn a blind eye, he had stumbled on their meeting for a reason. When he got to the address which he had heard from Kopakopa, he knocked on the gate for a while before the gateman opened the small entrance gate a peep.
Gate man: “ What are you looking for?” he barked aggressively.
Chisala: “Please can I see the owner of the house?” he asked
Gate man: “Why do you come to disturb my boss anytime she comes back from school? don’t you know that she is just a young girl” he said in Tonga.
Chisala: “It is important I see someone from this house, something bad is going to happen if I don’t warn them” he said with urgency, but the gate man was the least bit concerned.

Gate man: “Is that your new format? Go and think again, this one won’t work. If I find you here after opening my eyes, you will blame yourself for whatever I will do to you. ”he said closed his eyes. Chisala shook his head sadly and walked away. He went back to the University and then called Kopakopa.
Two days later, Chisala began to shadow his guardian, Kopakopa, he needed more details about the operation, to inform his next action. He noticed they only had meetings when they were sure he would not stumble into their conversation, so he pretended to be asleep. Kopakopa came to his bedroom to check on him and when he saw Chisala was asleep, he went away. Chisala waited a few more minutes and then he tiptoed to the kitchen.
He heard voices and he listened. They were loud this time because they were having an argument.

Kopakopa: “The daughter complicates everything. We will have to eliminate both of them”
“There is no need to do that, she is just a teenager” one of the members replied.
Kopakopa: “The client wants both of them dead, and we always do what the client wants. Our hearts have never been the thing we think with in this business. We won’t start now. We kill both of them. We leave the house by 8pm, our operation is five minutes. Remember when we are out there, we think about our individuality, if the police happen on the operation, run, and don’t get caught” he said with finality.
Chisala could still hear murmurs among them but Kopakopa’s words were final. He was shaken to his bones by what he had heard. They were going to kill a woman, and her daughter.

 He remembered the gate man he had met at the address, and his words. He had talked about a young madam, that could be the daughter they wanted to kill, he thought. His decision was already made, he was going to run away and save that family. He crept back up to his room and dressed in black sweatshirt and sweatp-nts. He opened his bedroom window, and climbed on to the window sill. From there, he stretched his hand and held on to the branch of a tree growing in the backyard. With the support of the tree he swung off the window sill and on to the tree.


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