Sending her and me away from the normal original track. She twisted in the thin air a number of times I couldn't count.
I am not sure if she triggered the safety parachute. The caption of my last memory being the bouncing and rolling on the ground like I was in the middle of a whirlwind before I passed out.
When I regained my consciousness, everything felt a little better. I slowly opened my eyes. I failed to continue viewing my environment. My waking up came so sudden. The brightness in the room affected my vision greatly, plus I had a terrible fatigue, fogginess and a bit of an irritating head.
I waited for my vision to get revitalised and get some clarity in my head. I have experienced this kind of dizziness in my head before and it affected my sight.
I had to be patient with myself. I would be fine in due time. I relaxed my body, brain cell functionality so well to the point of deep sleep.
In about fifteen minutes my body and head felt vitalised. I opened my eyes to be greeted by cute eyes. When my vision cleared completely, I noticed that she was a doctor.
I rolled my eyes around my environment to find four soldiers who were extremely armed.
She smiled at me greetingly, I liked the smile, it gave me goosebumps, at least the first thing I rested on gave me the positive energy.
I could not trade for anything such a free natural gift the universe blessed me with. This was my confinement cell. I must be in jail. The realization dawned on me.
"Where am I?"
That's the most important thing for me at the moment, you deny me this right, I am the same as a dead corpse. Imobile, limited and without direction.
"In a prison hospital."
She still had a beautiful grin that welcomed and invited me in. Certain people are like magnets pulling you in. In my case she did.
"A prison, where?"
I pushed for an answer.
The four soldiers turned all at once to look at me like a strange lost person. Destined to rot down here even If I didn't know how bad it could be here.
"South Africa."
Slowly I then started remembering everything I went through to this very point before I lost consciousness.
"South Africa is where? Where am I? You want to kill me. You evil people, oh God save me. Save me Jesus, save me!"
I screamed horrifyingly as I struggled to set myself free. I hate prisons, I love freedom and it was striped off. I am going to do anything in my power to get it back.
"Save me! I see you the devil, the bloody devil wicked one. Holy Mary, mother of God save me from these sinners!"
"I know I have few sins, a little, you can't be angry with me and let these evil creatures devour my fresh piece by piece."
I continued screaming all sorts of flowery madness. I can't refute the fact that I didn't enjoy my insanity. I intended to make them think that I was what they claimed me to be.
Clearly madness on the top of my voice. If they don't stop me now I will probably lose my voice and develop sore irritation, or sore throat.
"God you said you would never forsake me or leave me in the hands of the wicked? Oh no, I see you the devil who you are. You can't deceive me. I can see all your colours, I know how dark and nasty you are. Help, help! It's coming, coming, running to cut my throat. It wants my soul, it's claiming now. Please help me, I beg!"
I cried as I struggled in the chains which now started causing bruises on my wrists and ankles.
"Help me hold him still, I need to inject him with a sedative, he must be having relapse episodes!"
She begged the four soldiers to hold me still. To which they hesitated not, they all had seen first hand the horrible terror I was experiencing.
They did not suspect that this was a performance I was putting up. Her being a doctor, and having keen knowledge that I had been in an accident. She must have made her hypothesis that there was a possibility of me having a concussion as a result of head injury that she had not yet discovered on my body.
She pushed the needle in my veins, I could feel the saddative run through my warm blood. As a consequence, wherever it passed my blood ran cold. My hand freezed, and the next thing that filled my body was numbness.
"Help! They have killed me dead," my high pitched screaming began to dwindle down, "Help, hel…"
I went silent as white saliva came out of the corner of my mouth as if I was poisoned and finally I lost consciousness once again.
It was 3:30 am in Nigeria, Abuja, Nnamdi Azikiwe International Airport when Tamandan Bongo, the Black hitman alighted from the Egyptian airline.
He loved the weather, he finally had come back home-sweet-home. He passed through the checkpoints with a broad smile.
When he finally came out of the building he received a warm glitter face that caused him to beam brightly.
"Dad!"
A beautiful young girl ran after him. He knelt to his knees to give her a big fat hug. The two embraced longer than most hugs last. Each of them bonded emotionally with the other.
"I missed you, my little cute princess."
"Me more."
Her sweet tender voice replied.
"What else did I miss?"
He freed her from his embrace to gaze into her eyes.
"I came first in my class."
"Wow, congratulations, very good girl. Daddy also does keep his promises."
He caressed her cheeks. He popped open his black backpack. The beam on the little cute kid grew wide in eagerness. Excitement and anticipation drove her.