2 Expectations

I woke up with his name in my mouth.

Joe.

Before i open my eyes, i watch him crumple to the pavement again. Bathed with blood shots on his white shirt.

Dead

My doing.

Mr joe' s family is in big messy and a big loss to.

I open my eyes, terrified. My hands clutching at the sheets. Mum calling out my name " James ! James!"

but fear to face her. This is the person she gave birth to

Murderer.

imagining every good school, amount of money she has given me - Love and attention she has provided.

Shameful.

I get up of the bed and lift the mattress with one hand, propping it up on my knee. I had to hide the gun, so i bury it on the mattress, i felt relieved : it is out of my sight. My head feels clearer

Mum knocking at the door, i sit at the edge of the bed trying to be calm.

" Come in.."

The door opens, and mum steps halfway at the door dividing her body in half. She wears her favourite beautiful pick dress for sunday.

She leans her head back against the door flame.

"morning james . How is it going with your new job?"

That question is too heavy for me can't respond neither nor looking at her.

" ah ..." I sigh.

She comes near me right beside me grabbing my hands, rubbing my shoulder.

" Mum, this is too big for me ...." i sound very emotional and worried

" come on my baby boy .... be strong you will be used to it."

I thought i should just forget, otherwise i will spit everything, the messy i did.

A few hours later when mum is gone left all alone home.

Abruptly the phone rings

" Hello. who is this ? " I answer anxiously and in fear, sweating in palms. Blood pulse beats too fast ,i imagine myself i may get into shock.

" Meet at old merciless mart..."

phone cuts.

" hello! hello!"

i try to look at the phone, the caller has cuted the call.

I breathe heavily as an asthmatic patient.

Confused and regrets

I forgot my watch.

Minutes or hours later, when the panic subsidies. That is what i most regret; Me coming here.

But that seems as an obvious choice. But my bare wrist, which makes it possible for me to know how long have walked, for such a distance.

" Quiet down every one!"

martial lifts his hands, and the crowd of us goes silent.

That is the talent!

I stand among the crowd of the crew of martial.

" We have come here to give everyone a special role to play..."

My cousin Julius beside Martial seems happy with folded arms .

i do not know what is happy all about

Position?

This is not what i expected to be- expected to be writing my article.

expected to be speaking out my poets.

Mr Joe

We have been given our roles . My head is filled of many thoughts of mr Joe.

In addition i have been given a role to kill his child.

She is the witness of her fathers death .

Yes she is old enough but doesn't mean again the same kill the innocent.

I

i hear mr joe screaming in my head

run! ...tasha run"

I turn around pressing my phone.

I see the man wearing a white shirt with blood shots but the face seemes blurred, i couldn't indetify.

I try going near.

A lady walks so fast and pushed me.

" oh sorry ...." i plead instead.

She just looked me in a weird look.

anyways i do not know her.

When back to my concentration, needs to see the man with bloodshots.

But no one was there. i couldn't see any.

I try hard how my eyes could search in the room but still.

I try going out to look for him.

The atmosphere was welcome with empty in it.Smiles with anyone .

Confused.