Daemon's Arival

Love was also a pretty girl dark-skinned, tall, and very skinny with very long and dark virgin hair which took her three years to grow, unlike precious, she was always conscious of her dress sense, she love to dress in vogue. Talking about freaks, Love was the queen of freaks, only that she knows how to contain her "talent", yeah, talent, that was what her grandma often called It, and she believed it, at least before she passed away, the grandmother whose name was MRS Clara enjoyed this unusual stigma of being called a witch, she had been accused by the people in her community of practising witchcraft and sorcery, something unacceptable to them, this accusation forced her to become an indoor person until her son Mr Gideon Kalu who was Love's father went to the village to bring her over to the Rossville where he stays with his family which consisted only of him and his daughter Love.

Love's mother was said to have died during childbirth, she died giving birth to Loveline who happened to be her first and only child. Since then, Mr Gilbert had dedicated his entire time and life towards training and catering for his only child, the replica of his wife. Both Love and Lion lost their mom the very day that they were born, and they never got the chance to see or hear from their mothers.

"You are just as beautiful as your mother." So Mr Gideon often said to her, resounding her how beautiful her mom was, Love never saw her mom's face, except the ones she often saw in the pictures.

"You have the gift, a very special and unique gift, yours is natural and untamed because you came with it from birth, do not worry my dear child, you will get to understand your true nature when I have gone to meet my ancestral mothers." So she will often say to Love. The old fine lady never had the opportunity of going to school or socialising, so she never spoke English till her last stay on earth. Those words of hers were still unclear to Love. Even though it was already two weeks since her grandmother passed on to the ancestral realm she had still not understood anything, maybe she was really not paying attention to nature just as her grandmother had advised her to.

"You are a daughter of nature, so you must always call upon her for guidance. pay attention to nature and your surroundings at all cost and you will be perplexed at what she will always uncover to you." She added.

So, though recently, she also had been noticing that she could actually predict things that might happen shortly, she also could sometimes get to know what someone was thinking. Her best friends teased her and called her a witch, a name she would rather not like to be called, but since it was coming from her friends, she just pretended like it was funny.

So, that very night in the presence of Lionheart's absence, something unforgettable happened, a man appeared at Deep Bite Barbecue Joint.

"Who the hell is this?" Many people asked. He was a wandering stranger, with his skin dark as night, clad with the finest of silk, black-golden cotton, Is he lost? Whoever he is, it is quite obvious that he wasn't there to ask for directions. Now on any other day, folks will get on about their business, but you see, this isn't just another. The man who was an embodiment of confidence was a tall dark-skinned man, well built and very masculine, his large biceps and chest which shot up a little higher than his stomach where the abbs were visible although he was wearing this black silk which hugged so tight against his body.

"Oh my God! Is he coming over to our side?" Love inquired as she was visibly shaking. At this moment, Precious who had always bragged about how she might never fall for any man till she left school was already sent to her dream world where she and the stranger were already a couple. In her head, she pictured herself and the young stranger dancing hand to waist to a slow jam.

It was not just Precious and Love, all the girls in the joint were all wishing. The man had this unusual aura that made all the girls wish for him for themselves. But this same aura made the guys envious and wish to comprehend who he was. He is a stranger, no one had caught a glimpse of him before, and his sense of dressing was even far from regular.

With a fine swagger, he strode down to the place where Precious and Love sat. The two girls and not excluding any girl in the joint were lovestruck by only beholding the fine gentleman. As he advanced closer, their pulse rose even higher, and their heart beat faster and pumped hot blood into their bloodstream causing them to sweat under the cold harmattan breeze. As he walked down, it seemed like he walked with the eyes of everyone with him, now causing the whole people in the joint to stare in the direction where he was headed, which was the direction of Precious and Love.

To Precious and Love, the man walked in a motion so slow, that was how they saw him walk, like a professional runway model. But in reality, he walked as fast as he would on a normal day

"Hello, beautiful. How are you girls doing?" Most politely and decently, the man asked very slowly and softly, there was something about the way he enunciate, his words came out so soft and mild. He managed to keep eye contact with the two beautiful ladies, who seemed to be lost in those clean white baby eyes of his. The man looked very neat, with the black leather jacket which he hung on his shoulder, his black T-shirt was very clingy and his tight black jeans which he rocked with a black-skinned shoe.

"I am Mr Daemon " He introduced himself with his head throbbing at his chest very softly, but the two girls still could not find themselves, they seem to have been lost in deep thoughts. All the people in the joint were literally openmouthed that Precious and Love knew such an elegant-looking man.

"Hello... I'm talking to you." The man let out again, but this time he stretched his hands to Jasmine for a handshake. He finally managed to get her attention.

"I... I am... I am..." She struggles to tell her name as she also stretched her hand for a shake from the man

"Sochikaima."

The young strange man said. Precious now recouped herself in whole but was still dumbfounded. She was aghast that the stranger whom she had never met knew her name, not just her name, her native name, and he called her name in full just precisely the way it was given to her by her grandmother, and that name Sochikaima was only called in full by her by father, but only when he wants to praise her after she must have made him extremely happy. The name Sochikaima was known to only a few. A little number of people know her as Kaima too, many even felt that Chikaima was the complete name, but that was the shot for Sochikaima, the name Sochikaima was exclusively known to her and her family, plus her little circle of friends which only consisted of Lionheart and Love.

"What? Did you just call me by my name? How did you know my name? Are we related by any means?" She asked now looking bewildered. The name alone triggered a memory for the man whose name was Daemon, he begins to recall a time long past, even long before the missionaries even thought of visiting.