ALL FOR NOTHING.

You wake up on a beautiful morning, gay, with an electric flow of joy, like every bad memories you have ever had has been snatched away by the darkest hour of the night, like your life's clock has started a recount of your every minutes, like a fresh page has just been reopened for you to start writing your history, rewriting your destiny and making your every minutes count. Your joy is powerful and overwhelming, you toss and turn because you don't know the position to turn your body, so excitement can also be unsettling? you are surprised. You start to set your day's goal in your head, you will get up, brush your teeth, eat and go and meet Alhaji Bello for the contract, is it the contract? It is not your first contract, but yes it is your biggest contract. You try to reach out for your phone but you cannot, fine, the time should be 3'oclock, that is the time you wake up everyday to prepare for the day's challenges, you are not surprised at your guess, you know it is accurate because your body, spirit and soul has been conditioned to wake at the exact hour, you are awake now. okay, you must hurry to meet Alhaji Bello, he is a busy man and very hard to meet even with an appointment with him. You must hurry in order to meet him in his office.

You get up with a smile, motion towards your bathroom, you try to open the door but you cannot, you look back and you see your lookalike, no difference, same pyjamas,  in one position on the bed. You wipe your eyes with your hands as if to clean it off the dirt that is bluring your vision, your eyes still opens to the real vision, it is you on the bed. How the hell are you divided? you draw closer to look at you, you do not notice you, you are sleeping without worries, as if you don't have an appointment with Alhaji Bello. You try to touch you, but you cannot. what is happening? why can't you hold, touch and do anything, and why is this lookalike body on your bed. You need an explanation, so you move towards your entrance door but you cannot open it, now you have lost your gaiety, 'afraid is catching ju:' You start to scream and hit the door with your 'air-blow' no one is answering nor coming because they can't hear you. you run back to your body begging it to get up because you are almost late for your appointment. You look at the wall clock, it is 6:00 AM.

Your door  creaks, it opens and your son comes in, he thinks it is unlike you to still be sleeping at this hour of the day.
"Dad, you are still asleep, i thought your appointment is by 7:00 AM? it already 6:30 AM dad"
"I know son, but i don't understand what is happening here, it is like i am traped, i cannot do anything and this body, can you explain this to me' But he is not talking to the you standing but the you still sleeping.
'Oh no' your son cries out loud, 'dad wake up' why is your son shouting as if you are dead?
' somebody help, my dad is gone'
What is he saying, gone where? Your daughters rush in shouting and crying, neighbours join them in their cry. You are still amazed, how can you be dead when you are still very much alive with them, hearing them, seeing them. You want to tell your son and daughters to leave your room with all the noisy neigbours and to stop shouting and crying but you can't, are you truely dead?

If indeed you are truely dead, then death is a trap, it is a prison. Then you start to remember all the bad things you have done,  you regret not having a chance to right your every wrong, you look at your children and you start to see the pain people who lose a love one go through, and then you realise how much of a contributor of pain you have been in the lives of people all for power and wealth. You are sorry, but you cannot be dead, you start to pace back and forth but you cannot get anyone's attention. Alhaji Abdul and Mr Rasheed walks in with the press, they are your business partners and friends how can they be this callous bringing the press into your home on hearing of your death. Soon, it will be on television, radio, newspapers and on the internet that the great tycoon is dead, foolish friends, it is bad enough that your life has ended in your home but must it end so soon in the world? as if your home is not in the world.

You follow Alhaji Abdul and Mr Rasheed out, you listen to their conversation, you hear how Rasheed congratulates Abdul for the contract, yes the one of Alhaji Bello. Are you surprised? it is the game. You think you won when you killed Peter Peterson, if you didn't kill him, he would have taken the contract but you did.
 'That Baba is really powerful, just last night, at the twist of a toy's head, Mallam Salami is dead like a chicken on his bed, ha ha ha!'
'The baba is indeed good' Rasheed said.

What a world, to think you were one of the evils of the world hurt you so badly, you start to feel a burning in your chest and your stomach, you are thirsty but you cannot drink water. You do not see any hell, no fire but you feel traped in hell. Your burning increase at every thought of the evil you have done. All you wish is a second chance, not to live again because you are scared that you will live life just the same way again, greedy and power-drunk. After all life is full of too many attractions to be blind to. You just need a chance to tell and asked your children to forgive you for killing their mother, your wife for ritual. And now you wish you can take all your wealth, everything you have ever lived and killed for but you cannot because it is all for nothing.