Everything in life were never meant to be enjoyed.
Some things we were supposed to enjoy were made for different reasons which also made them very difficult to enjoy.
The coloured candles, the transparent sleeping gown and the soft body of Linda were not able to entice me into enjoying the sex. My mind was simply not there.
All through the act, i thought about Maria and how she felt when some strange and very dangerous men was forcing her to removing her cloths, how she struggled when the men were trying to penetrate her, How she felt during the entire act knowing that her newly forming child could melt back into blood.
I believed she knew the kid could die.
Tears were almost coming out of my eyes and when Linda eventually saw it, i lied to her that it was tears of Joy; only if she saw that the tears in my left eyes were bigger than that of the right which signified that it was tears of Pains and sadness rather than tears of Joy.
What was i even going to do to the two women who contributed in one way or the other, to the crime that was committed against Maria?
The truth was that i didn’t know yet.
However, what i was able to figure out early was that I was fighting for Edo People against Edo people. It was very ironical and i almost wanted to quit but Maria was mine irrespective of where she came from.
The following morning, we prepared and set out for Sicily Island.
At the harbour, i sent a message to Adisa and told her to start coming to Trapani.
Linda has been lying on my legs ever since we got to the harbour; she wouldn’t let me out of her sight for a second. At a stage, i suspected that she may know i was planning something.
In the message i sent to Adisa, i told her to only call me when she come to Trapani. I figured that Linda must have relaxed a bit by then. My phone was switched to vibration alert only.
We sailed from the Castel Volturno harbour to Trapani. It was true that the separate Island of Levanzo could directly be accessed from Castel without going to Trapani but the boats hardly go there from Castel. It was a small Island mostly inhabited by fishermen.
We could have even waited for a boat going to Levanzo directly but since i wanted to wait over for Adisa in Trapani, I decided that we go there first.
The small City wasn’t far from Palermo.
Linda came with a small bag which contained an extra cloth and some make-up cosmetics. She had a new phone called Blackberry which she made me understand was the best phone on Earth.
I didn’t care since i was a Nokia fan but the way she handled the Blackberry device with care, it became very clear to me that she valued it more than anything else.
All along, i had been considering how to deal with Linda. The first thing i considered was to pardon her but forgiving her was even going to become my biggest problem. She has warmed up to me and if i didn’t hurt her a bit, she won’t ever allow me to rest.
According to her, she has found her love of life and would do anything to hook the Prince Charming up.
i haven’t told Linda that i owned an apartment in Levanzo; It would be a surprise later on. I also planned to bring the fat girl to the apartment.
I felt that whatever i was going to do to them will be inside the apartment.
There were no dangerous weapons in the apartment to scare them except sharp kitchen knives which we left behind.
I believed that when we all got into the apartment, an idea must surely surface.
I should have treated their issues differently but the idea was to disappear from Italy as soon as i committed any other crime. My crimes were gradually piling up and it was only a matter of time before i ran into a problem.
My phone started ringing as soon as Linda and I got off the ferry in Trapani; Prince Sunday was calling.
He called over five times but I didn’t answer them.
I wondered why he was calling because i told him to always stop after calling me once without success.
For security reasons, i became wary of Sunday because he could be the weak link between me and the Police. He was one of the people who wore the same looks for many years; the kind that got the same hairstyle, the same bear design and the same kind of smile all year round.
The situation i found myself in Europe had thought me that the best way to evade being arrested or captured easily was to change myself regularly.
During the time i was dealing with Madam Grace in Portugal, i started learning how to stay hungry all day just to loose significant amount of weight.
During my time with Clement and the rest of the Nandos and during my drug years in Brandenburg, i intentionally gained weight, lost weight, Changed my hairstyle, wore dark goggles all in efforts to become someone different from who people knew.
The biggest losers were the Cops because the fellow Africans, no matter how much i changed, still identified me easily but it helped when someone saw you from a far place.
“Why are you not taking your calls?” That was Linda after Sunday called for the fifth time. The brat won’t mind her own business.
“The sim in the phone is not Italian, if i answer it, the money in it will finish so fast” I said.
The excuse worked because Linda didn’t ask any more questions.
She just concentrated on kissing me with every slight chance she got.
She was struggling very hard to make me know she loved me so much. For some reasons, i wondered if she ever dated any serious guy or maybe serious men never came her way. Or perhaps she had a way of putting men off; i kept all possibilities open.
The African women in Europe where in relationship troubles. We the African men knew what they all did to survive; Prostitution.
There was no work for them and sometimes, i wondered what they all trooped to do in Europe.
The average African man never wanted to marry a prostitute especially when he knew what the woman did with her body.
We Africans were raised to believe in a sacred woman but unfortunately, the Edo exporters changed the system in Europe among the Africans.
The issue was that some African Men were stranded in Europe and were getting old fast. The only hope they had of getting married lied mostly with the Edo prostitutes.
Therefore, the African women yearned for love from their male counterparts.
Linda thought she has found Love in me, only if she knew she needed a long spoon since she has chosen to dine with a snake.