If you’re into mind-boggling tales, you’re sure gonna love this one. I want to tell you the most nerve-wracking, compelling story ever written. Strap-on and join me on this journey of the most wanted man in the history of humanity, his name, Uche.
Like all excellent thieves, he started small. Stealing all the hearts of the ladies on the street, Uche was a natural. Did it help that there was a nursing school down the road? Maybe, but they still required a lot of wooing nonetheless.
So with a hearty laugh and an infectious smile, he worked his magic. A winning formula I must confess. Champion of the people, it was difficult not to like the man. Helped people out when their generators or cars developed faults in the estate, played ball with the kids, he was like a modern-day Gandhi, without the meditation.
So how did we get here? You know the sister of Contentment, no not Pleasure, the stubborn one in college, yeah Greed, that’s the one, Greed came into the picture. Uche lived in the boys quarters and maybe just maybe, when he removed the mask of cheerfulness before he slept at night, his discontent came out to play.
The estate had everything, from a gateman who sold groundnuts in old newspapers, to a full-blown “Tailors shop”. In the day, the estate was abuzz with activity. We’d sneak off every now and then to beg for freshly roasted groundouts, looking back, we just might have been the reason Akpan never broke even, but that’s a story for another day.
Uche, somewhere in his mid-twenties was amongst the retinue of tailors Aunty Ada kept locked up in the shop to slave all day. At least that’s what it looked like to me. Perhaps if someone paid attention to Uche when he spoke, hearing the ambition in his voice, what happens next wouldn’t have been much of a surprise.
After refusing to observe my siesta, and committing rather play soccer all day, I retire to my bed. My head had scarcely touched the pillow when I heard a cry!
“Everybody, come out oh! Come and see oh!”
“Thief oh! Thief oh!”
So many questions. Apparently, he was trying to roll the vehicle causally out of the gate, when the enemy of his soul, a certain man named Anayo spotted him and intercepted what would have been the greatest heist in all of Lord Emmanuel’s history.
He is greeted with a few slaps as the neighbors all join the party. I dunno whose idea it was, but in a flash, he was in his birthday suit, bound with ropes, hand, and foot. As the contents of the vehicle were unpacked, the crowd let out a collective sigh. At this point, I’m wondering, was he going to steal the vehicle too? Or is it a syndicate, surely this wasn’t a one-man plan?
The mob is content with their capture and they decide that the best way to go was to lead Uche out in a walk of shame, out of the estate, to the highway. Special guests in this gathering were the ladies from the nursing school. As he walked past, to the jeers and taunts, I couldn’t help but notice that his third leg was paying homage to the spectacle.
He’s handed over to the police, the mob retires. All in a day’s work. An early lesson on being a thief?
Don’t steal in your own neighborhood.
Β© Gottfried. All rights reserved.
Love this π
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Glad you did π
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It’s a nursing school with a tailor shop? Uche is a little slave in Aunty Ada’s workshop by day and a little thief by night? Is Aunty Ada behind all of this, which means Uche is just a little orphan like Oliver Twist, growing up in Aunty Ada’s sweatshop, while Aunty Ada is the master mind criminal Fagin, as Charles Dickens would put it.
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I like how your mind works. We might be due a collab post π
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Wow. Love it.
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Sweet
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π€π don’t whether to laugh or feel sad, for who or at- I’m not sure yet. Tossing up between uche or the writer π I agree though, with most, you do write so well π―
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Haha, feel bad for me. I deserve it
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Hmmm now that’s fishing for compliments π
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haha, seeing as I can’t fish for actual fish, you could cut me some slack
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Sure can do, stick to writing don’t fish π π€£π€£
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A jack of all trades thief, stealing everything from girls’ hearts from the streets to motor vehicle π
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A modern day hero
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I like how you stole this title and made it unique to uche and his escapade in the hood, brilliant. π
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Thanks man
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