DEAD MEN TELL NO TALE
DEAD MEN TELL NO TALE
The plan wasn't going as planned he thought, nervously smoking the cigarette on his hands, he wanted his phone to ring dannit, he wanted some news be it bad or good. As he waited he flashed back on those times he was broke, he had always wondered why he was so damn poor, maybe it was caused by the very bad economy, or to the fact that he was born in a poor family, rumored to be haunted by an age old curse, who cares he just knew he was going to get rich come rain come shine. He had dropped out of school when he was in class five, he was an average student, obeyed the school rules and regulations did everything he was told, he had no record with the police, just a very young guy that grew up in the bad side of the street, he had few friends more like acquaintances except for Clinton, he had no love nor felt one except the sweet voices of his mother when he came back from his daily hustle, which mostly included serving as conductors at the ever busy Lagos park with his friend, this was his work till he fortunately met a man for who helped travel out of the country, to be used as a medium for trafficking Cocaine into the World
The First and the second trip he went on was very successful, the doctors that inserted the drugs into his system did a wonderful Job, the airport officials didn't look at him twice, why would they? He always was on suits, well polished and dressed fine, on some occasions he uses his charm to win over some of them and always never forgets to add tip to them. His sweet ride for his Financier continued till he decided to stand on his own, he was warned by most that he was still young to run such operation, but nobody was able to deter him from his plans for himself not even god if he tried, and thus he had chosen Clinton his childhood friend to serve as his courier, after much persuasion, he knew Clinton didn’t have the heart of during this kind of business but he was desperate, he needed someone to trust and he needed to hit the ground running.
The doctor had did all his best in inserting the drugs on the skittish Clinton, he was beyond himself, who could blame him he saw news on how drug pushers where being killed in Foreign countries, but his best friend had given him confirmation that nothing whatsoever can go wrong and that he had the police in his pocket. Off he went to the land of the unknown, as he entered the scanner, the security couldn't see anything, but he saw the look of fear in Clinton's face and unknown to Clinton as he was allowed to go, the security has notified others to monitor his movements and whereabouts, Clinton thinking he has passed the problem happily taxied to his friend's house.
“Grimmm” Grimmm’ Philip picked the phone with such force that his cigarette fell from his hands “How is it Going? He asked on the phone “Clinton passed the gate but the police are trailing him, they are suspecting something” replied the mole Philip planted on the airport to keep him updated. ‘Ok thanks “. And the line went dead. Philip knew the kind of shit he was in, this was his life, he had plans, had obligations to fulfill and the ones he made while growing up with Clinton where they promised each other that they will grow rich together and help their community, he won’t let all that go in vain.
As the frantic Clinton came into the house and opened the door, he was greeted by a very happy looking Philip, who engulfed him in a bear hug, “We are rich’, he shouted, ‘we are freaking rich’ , he released him and brought out a bottle of vodka, and they cheered a toast, Few moments later Clinton was holding his stomach he could not understand what was going on, his intestines where burning, he could see Philip in his blurred eyes, moving out of the room with a devilish smile on his face, last thing he remembered was a sharp bit of object driving into his stomach and he went into oblivion.
Phillip was beyond himself he couldn't believe what he just did, butchering open the stomach of his best friend, just to retrieve the drugs worth millions of dollars, he had to finish what he started, he checked and took out Clinton's passport, he then carried the body of Clinton and moved into the bathroom dumping him into the acid filled tub, as he stood up gently and looked at the fast decomposing body of his best friend a tear slipped from his eye, he would make his death worth it, he knew the changes he will bring to Clinton's family, he will tell the world about Clinton's life and will build a monument dedicated to him with the people none the wiser . Taking the drugs and doing a quick clearing of evidences linking him to the room, he fled amidst the police sirens on the streets and looked back in a distance, thinking DEAD MEN TELL NO TALE.