15 C 15. The Past (Hard Love)

It was a dark room. I can't see my hand let alone the outline of the room or place I was in. The first thing I did was calm my mind and pray!

I was only fifteen years old, panic was the normal thing, but to me, I was trained for this kind of situation.

Ever since I was born and my father realized that I was someone special, with a unique ability, he made some changes in how we were brought up as children.

My older siblings also have their schedules changed. The change was quasi-military training.

He believed that with the upcoming of people with ability, there will be fast changes of the world economy, rapid growth of technological development.

And worst, rumours that are going around in the world about a possible World War Three!!!

For all the above reasons he did not take drastic measures until I was born, knowing that sooner or later I might bring disaster or development to the family.

Either way, it was best preferred. All people that are under him have to go into a lifelong training of body and mind.

Body training involved military intense training. Apart from that, there are training in different fields.

Though, our grandfather opposes that by saying people will think our crazy father is planning something nasty. But in the end, he relents and allows the action to continue.

My father fund a group of independent organizations that called themselves 'Scouts Of The Nation'. They were not united until he was involved, and they built a powerful organization with the approval of the country.

The upper echelon of the organisation are retired soldiers that have high standing such as Generals, Colonels and others.

The objective of the organization is to train the society, mostly youth in different fighting styles and also indirectly impart a moral character to them.

So that they will have a sense of belonging and love for their country.

The youth that undergoes the program in Scout of the Nation usually has a sense of justice and urge to do things that will help their community.

Well, there are always bad eggs of course.

My father sponsored a lot of their program before and when he requested a hard routine training for us, they had a hard time declining. In the end, they agree.

But my training has few spices in it: escapology!!!

This is not just about escaping from captivity, but also about staying calm in a complicated situation and how to analyse and respond to different situations.

Escaping is something I was naturally born with as my true ability is MOVEMENT Ability, not Teleportation, but something similar.

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At the age of thirteen, I was kidnapped to America. I failed to escape miserably like a headless chicken, despite all the odds in my favour to do that.

But because of fear, I couldn't do anything. My father's people found me and brought me back home.

A few months later, I was kidnapped again in Australia. And this time I passed with flying colours. And with my efforts, I return to Nigeria. Unfortunately, the next day I returned, I woke up and found myself in a jungle.

Living in the jungle was the first, worst and best experience I ever have. Imagine a thirteen-year-old child found himself in a jungle alone.

The thing is my mother spoiled me, despite all the strict rules of my father there is this mentality as long as I run home my mother's embrace will be waiting for me.

And nothing in the world will go wrong. The truth is I don't even understand where I was, let alone figure out how to live alone.

The hard truth just lay bare while I stood in the middle of a jungle alone.

It took me three days to find my bearings. The first day was easy for me because I found fruits, but my mind was broken with weeping and crying out loud, mostly calling MAMA.

The second day is the day things became a little hard I had to roam to find wild sweet potatoes. The third day was the day I got my bearings, and that day it rained with ice.

I might have escaped from Australia on my own, but that was because the place was familiar. We have visited the city before. And also there are humans that I can ask questions, and then I know where to go.

In Australia, after I escaped from the abandoned warehouse all I needed to do was to find an airport station. And from there I sneak in the cargo after the plane takes flight.

Inside the plane, I keep changing my position using my ability. To stay away from searches of the personal. Maybe they saw me in their sensor, that is why there were so many rounds of the search.

In the end, I was able to sneak my way back home.

But here I was stranded in a jungle. Never before been to this place. In the end, I think of ways to survive.

The survival tactics I learn from Scouts of the Nation come to fruition. During my travels, in the jungle, I met with a group of people, and I overheard their conversations.

From what they were saying I learned they were the ones that kidnapped me!!!

But somehow I escape through my sleep.

Which usually happens when I was asleep, especially when I'm having nightmares. Though at home I travel within the house.

And now the kidnappers want to find me.

Unfortunately, the next test initiated and a game of chase between me and them began.

I spent three weeks alone roaming and running away from the never-ending jungle before My mother came to take me away.

She was in tears when I saw her. Her body is trembling when she hugs me.

A helicopter brought her and it took us away. I became skinny and dark with all the adventures.

I'm happy when I saw her, but my emotions were dull and my eyes lifeless. I was preparing to give up and become Tarzan just like in the novels.