The Epic of Tobi.....1

Blood gushed off him as thorns took turns to have a bite of his bare skin. Did he just do it? Was he thinking he did it? Oh no!! Did he or didn't he? Damn!! It was meant to be the special night. The night he was to loose it or, wasn't it? He remembered the house-help and the days she would lure him to her den. Nyatich was her name. Did those moments count? Really? Too much thought, he thought, thus shook his head, while in motion, in search for clarity as he paced up the hill. There was no better place where he could save his ass that evening, than the hills- the shopping-center was no option at all. He would be mauled to death. Tobi was petrified. As he sat down, having shook the mob off his trail, flashbacks bombed his clarity, and thoughts of what-ifs started streaming in. They were viral. He thought!! Oh yes, he could see the resort from the distance..and there he had left her!! He wanted to go back but could he? Will they take his word for truth?

Utam Haliss

Songs of jubilation took the air captive, as Tobi and Naima tied the knot. They were high-school sweethearts, and everyone knew, they were destined to be husband and wife. On the eve of their wedding, Naima had requested Tobi not to look for her, or at her, until when she graced the isle into his arms. Hostage to passion and hormones, Tobi hesitantly agreed, yet again, it was the cue to having her for the rest of her life. Utter bliss. Tobi was a comedian by a profession; hell of a rib-cracker to be precise. Yeah, you guessed right, Naima was drawn by that- a massive dosage of laughter that made her share her contagious laughter and dimpled face with mortals. She simply could not resist. Naima herself, worked in the media industry. She was a sports journalist, and her fine physique testified so in the eyes of all men and women who met her. utam haliss!! 


Slowly he started dozing off, as thoughts threw him back to the day they met. He was recalling the sight of her face glow, as her resounding laughter found room in his ear. It made his blood boil. That was a first. Days gave birth to months, and months to years, and the D-day finally approached; he was to patent the laugh and dimples, the beauty and wit that came along with Naima and own the sole rights to make a copy of Naima, and share with the world. Babies were to be born for and by him, through her. Sadly, he was all alone now. Alone in a cave. Away from her. They wanted to kill him, for what he had not done. Yet again, did he? As the lids of his eyes tried resisting the magnetic pull towards each other each, the thought of what could have been signed him off to sleep. He had to prove them wrong..and the days to come, were all the hope he had. Time was to be his new best friend. 


As he lay dead-asleep...there were eyes roving over him, and he knew not. Would he last to prove his innocence...to be continued