Holiday Patterns

i want it to end where she sees danladi and chinwe.

Here they are again, here for the next people who have been chosen to go on a radiant holiday of their lives where they stay, well that’s what I got told. The only thing is I found it a little curious that they broke in and didn’t know, but am not that troubled. But what business is it of mine, as long as I have a roof over my head and food to eat it’s not my concern. I lean on the wooden sill of the window and feel the roughness of the cracked paint, betraying the age of the sill that had managed to withstand all these years without care. I poke my head thought the window and watch as the jeep glades into the tangerine sunrise and then finally disappears so like it had never even been there. I so wished I was in that jeep, heading somewhere unknown so which I could leave my concerns on this windowsill.

I wake to the whimpering of people outside, straight away I run to the windowsill. My only friend at the moment as everyone was going, except me. I secretly wait there until I can’t hear or see any movement. I listen out and hear the emptiness of street now that everyone has been chosen to go away. The window was patterned with rain which was lashing so hard against the window, I didn’t know if the strength of the window frame could withheld the fast and furious winds of the storm which was brewing up like a kettle. My scrawny fingers felt a draft come from the smallest ***** in the frame of the window which send a shiver at 100 miles per hour down my spine. Subsequently I suddenly see the faint shadows of people running towards the same jeep that was there the other day, It was hard to see the figures as the window was like looking thought glasses that were smothered in Vaseline. The wipers on the jeep were moving as fast as a cheetah running for its prey then all of a sudden the jeep sped off into the glistening rain.

The noise coming from the TV is just a background sound compared to the ticking coming from the clock on the wall, going on and on and on. I try to fight the temptation of going over to the dark, empty and lifeless house but the temptation takes over me and I have to go over, casually I walk over to see the house where Danladi had once lived before he was picked to go on his “perfect” holiday. Slowly but steadily I walk to the slightly opened front door of Danladi’s house, instantly I smelt the sweet sent of perfume which his wife used to wear. As I walked in I felt like my eyes had tricked me, I see water marks all up the walls and furniture scattered around the room like a lion had been let lose in there knowing that it had to escape some how. But there was one thing that hit me as I saw the old wooden side table crushed on the floor, I remembered the stories when he would talk about his family, especially his grandfather as all of his family had been separated and the only thing he had to know that they were related was his grandfathers watch but as I tugged at the tables draw, there was nothing there. It had been empty, every last thing in there was gone. But was business is it of mine, as long as i have a roof over my head and food to eat it’s not my concern.

As I wake I feel the loneliness of the street hit me like a full on slap on my face. The sun beams shining through the window like nothing had even happened, like there was no rain last night. I needed to get out of this place and find people to talk to. Walking down to the local shops Is a few minutes walk, every step I took were taking longer and longer, suddenly there was a loud sound of engines coming from the long train of jeeps which nearly coursed me to jump out of my skin, as I see them speed into the distance they seem more and more familiar but I just can’t figure it out where I had seen them before.

Usually Chinwe is always there at the counter selling not only the products in her shop but her cheerful smile as everyone loved her, no one had a bad word to say about her, but today she wasn’t there, no one was there. Then at the very second I set my foot inside the shop what seemed like hundreds of hench soldiers with grass coloured uniforms on and shiny black machine guns broke the silence of everybody busily shopping for there groceries they had properly forgotten at the local supermarket. Everybody froze like perfectly made statues which then made their faces turn as white as sheet like they had seen a ghost. Nobody made any sudden movements as they knew what would happen, them shiny black machine guns would most properly get aimed and then shot at them. Suddenly they all started shouting a name which I recognised, it was Chinwe’s name. The door of Chinwe’s office swung open which then consequently made a large noise like thunder as it hit against the wall, next thing I knew Chinwe and two other soldiers walked out of the room heading towards the exit while firmly holding on to the top of her arms, dragging her shoe-less feet against the cold concrete