The Missing Point; Chapter 1 Part 5

Clipp was too weak now. He could not resist more struggles. He leaned against the wall, holding his broken arm while his thigh aches fiercely. His forehead had torn open and he could not stop the bleeding. He managed to pull the bullet out his thigh and strapped the wound with a cloth he was torn from his shirt. With his back thrusting the wall he sliced his weight down. He looked up and wandered his gaze desperately about the ceiling. He shuddered as he smelled the darkness that stank fear and terror. The underground room had no exit by any means. And the wound on his forehead had gotten wider, letting more blood run like a stream. He stuffed a piece of cloth he torn from his shirt to stop the bleeding. The pain in his thigh was getting worse and his arm was fierce enough to make all his muscles shiver in agony. Clipp was ready to die peacefully. He lost all hope and waited for his death. He changes his mind, however, as he saw Master pulled out of the mysterious exit. A set of fluorescent flickered and Clipp could not help but cover his eyes. He stared at Master desperately. Master was still holding his bleeding eye and his lips were still twisted with rage. Clipp conjured up a picture of himself, Master smashing him on the wall. It will soon become true if he continues sitting like a frightened rabbit. He ran his fingers on the floor. And to his surprise, he grabbed an iron. He threw it toward with all his energy. He succeeded on hitting Blue but nothing happened to Master. Clipp was on his feet before Master could see him. He started running as fast as his remaining energy could bear, looking for anything to help him get out. He saw a lifter but he was too weak to get to it. He fell down all of a sudden. He was hardly breathing. His wounds began to ache all at once. For a moment he wished he was dead. He changed his mind as he saw Master approach. Clipp wanted to die but he knew Master would not let him do so. At least not without splitting his brain on the floor. Clipp dragged himself on the floor. He started crawling as he saw Master loading his gun. He was on his feet at once, ignoring the aching thigh. He ducked to escape from a bullet. As Master approaches he threw himself and fell inside a door-less lifter. He pushed a button inside. And there he was, in a glass which curved like a ball. The lifter went up so fast. Clipp was free in the air inside, smashing harshly as the lifter exceeded its speed. He reached his destination, a good hope it was on earth. The lifter left him in a middle of a desert as it took its way down.

He wished he wasn't out. The sun was burning and Clipp was bare feet. His wound scald from the blazing sun. His blue jean was ripped away harshly. His white shirt torn in every direction. And he looked filthier with blood all over him. He looked around and he was in a middle of a desert. He decided to run forward as he remembered Master would be here shortly. There was nothing in the direction he was running toward. Well, there was nothing in any direction for that matter. He continued running, his thigh aches like hell. After a long desperate run for half an hour, he saw a car passing by. He shouted as loud as his remaining energy could bear. But it was in vain. The girl inside the car had pulled up her glass, easing herself from an air conditioning. As she pressed the engine she saw through her mirror, a man in dirty clothing waving his hand back there in the middle of the road. She reversed. As she reached Clipp she pulled the car aside and run to him. Her eyes were full of care.'' What happened to you?'' she demanded to know. Clipp could not talk. The pain was too much for his twenty-four-year-old body. The girl helped him through the car and they started off the road.

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The Missing Point; Chapter 1 Part 4

In that darkness, Master ran his fingers around a bubble-shaped device that looked like a drum and a series of fluorescents flickered to life. The light was so dazzling that it had immediately woken Clipp from his short-time death. He saw Master running toward him still pressing his right eye, his mouth twisted with rage. Master could have to bandage his wounds in the kitchen. The Kitchen- that was what Master wants to call the underground room. But he has more important concern than that. And that was the boy's escape. If Clipp gets out, then everything they had built might be at stake. And Master would probably be dead if Friend heard about that. There is no need of anyone to report to Friend, though. Master believes he is inside him as Friend had told him several times.

Clipp was too weak to run; so he yielded. But as he remembered Master would never allow him to live, especially when he knew Clipp is as pigheaded as his father and after the damage, he has done to him and his friend, Ivy, Clipp counted it an obligation to run. All of a sudden he started moving his head eagerly in search of anything to help him get out. But it was all in vain. Now he runs his fingers on the floor in an attempt to find something solid enough to take Master down at one hit. He gave up when a metal opened a wide wound on his hand. The floor was clustered with sharp objects. Another mystery of this underground world. Probably it was one of those metals spread intentionally in case of an occasion as this had happened.  Master was a few steps away when Clipp spotted a ladder glistening. It disappeared all of a sudden. Clipp locked his gaze on the spot and he saw it reappeared again. As it appears and disappears, Clipp decided to run to it. He was climbing right in the middle when Master presses a button and he was down. Such a hard fall it was that he had broken his left arm. Master took him from his neck and threw him away letting him smash on the wall. Clipp fell down twisting on the floor in pain and terror. He began to shake, to jerk in an uncontrollable spasm. A sudden pain overtook him as Master pulled out his gun and shoot him on his left thigh. Clipp has never been a weak boy. He would always fight to the last atom of his strength. A sudden force took control of him and there he was up in the air. He smashed Master's head on the metal-spread floor as he falls down. Master grabbed for his gun blindly, still in the ecstasy of the crash. He saw it beyond his reach. As he made a feeble gesture to take it Clipp kicked him on the ball, letting him twist on the floor in pain. As Clipp took the gun and headed for the ladder, he saw Blue running toward him, pointing a gun. Blue fired at him. Clipp ducked to escape the bullet. Hiding behind a long wooden box, he fired back. He moved to the ladder as he continued to fire on Blue. He pressed the device he has taken out of Master's pocket and the ladder descent. He fired one more time at Blue as he took his way to the room above.

Clipp slammed the heavy oblong-metal on the rectangle space that serves as an exit. He pushed some buttons on the oblong-metal and there two cylinders on every edge of the oblong metal started to curve with a robotic movement. The oblong-metal moved back and forth and left and right making a robotic buzz that made Clipp covered one of his ears with his right hand. Suddenly he uncovers it to hold his broken arm as it began to ache. After a few minutes of robotic hitches and some movements of metals, Clipp was surprised to saw the exit had vanished. It adjusted itself with the floor and Clipp could not tell where it had been before.

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The Missing Point; Chapter 1 Part 3

Master was out of the patient. ''Listen to me boy. I am not here to listen to your courtesies. Finish it off and tell me the god dammed location.

'' As you command'' said Clipp.

''I need another favor if you don't mind'' said Clipp looking up at Master like a little child looking at his giant father.

'' I'll ask stronghead here to open up your brain and send it to your father in his grave. 'You have eaten enough, now tell me where the damnable key is” said, Master. Clipp could feel the tightness around Master's mouth, the lust to possess what seems to be a treasure of a great expense. Clipp had a different concern, though.

‘‘Send Blue to get a glass of water for me and I swear I will tell you everything after I slaked my thirst'' he said.

Master was puzzled. He could not make a sense if this.

‘‘You said you will give me what I want if I gave you what you want. Is that what you what?-food?'' asked Master.

'' I'll tell you what I want as soon as I slaked my thirst'' said Clipp mischievously.

In the course of his stay here, Clipp had noticed that it takes thirteen minutes before someone could get to the kitchen which he thought was just behind the door. Few minutes after Blue was gone, Clipp started to shout with fury saying ''if I give you the key would it bring back my father? I've waited for this moment. I swear to avenge him. What do you get by killing people for some worldly pomp?'' shouted Clipp.

''Enough with it. What do you know about the death of innocents?'' Master shouted back.

Master could still see the face of that cruel man twisting a knife in his mother's stomach, laughing like a maniac, kicking Master's dead little sister.

"Do you know how many innocent people had died for nothing?'' he carried on. '' Your father got involved in something much bigger than him'' he said turning his face to a rectangular space on the wall which serves as a window. '' Besides that, your father shouldn't be alive after being here'' he said after a small pause. To that, he is telling the truth. Clipp could feel that. Master himself doesn't know all the secret that lay in this underground world. ''Everyone has his limit'' Friend would say when he speaks with Master over the phone. Master had never seen friend yet friend sees him where ever he is. At least that was what friend had told him. So Master calls him the almighty. '' I'll get you the key'' Master had promised. 

Now, as Master turned his back facing the place which looked like a window, Clipp grabbed the knife and the fork hitting away from the table in front of him.

It was so sudden that Master found it impossible to believe. Clipp had stabbed the knife through Master's right eye and had butchered Ivy's throat with the fork. Clipp went out of the Meeting Room. But that was only the beginning. Clipp found himself running through an endless darkness- dark as hell. His heart was pounding fast as ever. He was aware that if he keeps running it will push out of his breast. But he had to see the end of the darkness before Master could reach him. He did not see the end of the darkness, however, then he saw Master running toward him, holding his bleeding eye, a torchlight on his hand. A sudden blow hit Clipp so hard that it made him collapsed on the floor. He touched his forehead and felt some liquid running down. He runs his fingers around his chin and felt where his teeth supposed to have been. The pain was so fierce that he was no longer feeling anything. He could not tell whether he was alive or dead. The darkness swallowed him and for a moment he lost all sensation.

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The Missing Point; Chapter 1 Part 2

It was said that his father looked a mess when he was spotted dead in a stream. His skull was without content. One of his eyes was a trench, the other one nowhere to be found. The image haunted Clipp in his dreams for days. That was four years ago, though. Now his father is dead and he alive in an underground room. His limbs were tied and his mouth gaped while the murderer of his father stares at him with unmovable eyes. 'It shouldn't end like this thought Clipp. If he refuses to give info about the key, he is a dead man. Yet he knows nothing about it, nor did he hear his father talk about any key during his lifetime.

So he said'' If you give me what I want, you'll have wanted you to want.’’

‘‘Good'' said Master. ‘‘You are not as pigheaded as your old man. Now tell me, what is it you want?''

Clipp cleared his throat and began. '' First, untie me and then give me some food and a drink to wash it down.''

''Clever boy. It seems they never feed you in the library. Some books are to be tasted they said, others to be swallowed and a few to be chewed and digested. You ought to have eaten those few.'' said Master mischievously.

Blue laughed, Ivy Stronghead chortled. Ivy Stronghead always laughed at Master's jokes though he never finds it funny.

''Blue!'' shouted Master ''see to his demand''

Blue hurried to a door that opens to a large kitchen. In their secret meeting place, Master had made a kitchen and brought three servants to make it alive. The kitchen was two floors below the Meeting Room whereas the Meeting Room was five floors below an outhouse in a midst of a desert- invisible for the human eye. Master had made it invisible by burring it and then covered its surface with a mix of tar, soil, and coal; and on top of it, he spreads a dark color of sand- making it appeared like a rock. There was a set of patterns on its surface- a set of patterns which ancient symbol that can outsmart even the greatest of symbolism. But to get to the Meeting Room it must be solved. Master has always proud himself of this appeasable skill.

There inside the Meeting Room Blue brought a plate of rice, one fork, one knife and a plate of dessert. ''Wolf boy'' said Master '' and be quick about it. Clipp was startled when he saw the knife. He only needed a fork to cut Master’s throat and his friends’ thereafter. Blue the idiot has made it easy for him.

''And here is the juice'' said Blue extending a bottle of plum juice.

'' You are most kind, Mr. Blue'' blurted Clipp over the hot rice.

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The Missing Point: Chapter 1 Part 1

I'll put this metal through your heart' said Master looking down at Clipp, red with anger.

They had kidnapped him an hour ago when he was returning home. Clipp is a gentle youth not more than four-and-twenty. He has been studying in the library for the last three weeks. These men cut him off as he was coming out of the library. They had taken him to somewhere very strange that he could never have imagined existed in his hometown. They had been asking him about something which he doesn't understand;

‘‘Just tell us where your father keeps the key and maybe we will give you a chance to live'' they would say. Yet Clipp has no notion of where this key might be or even what means is. Even if he knew he would not tell. Pigheaded they call him. He never does what he doesn't feel like doing. Everyone in their family is like that. His father was killed because he didn't tell Master what he wanted to here. ''Alas, you could not know what is in my brain by opening it. You would have learned where the key is. It is in a place you would never know'' Clipp's father would say. He would close his eyes and say '' I can feel it. It is in a place you would never expect it to be.'' Master likes jokes but not of this kind. And now he knows this man will tell him naught. Pigheaded they call them. So he said '' sir, would you be so kind as to let us see whether we can find the location of the key by opening your brain?

Master has never hesitated to kill a man since the incident that happened on the second of March 1976.

Master was furious that he couldn't get the information by opening Clipp's father brain. Years later he started following his son.

Master's crew has been waiting since eleven AM and now it's 12 at night still no sign of the boy. They sent one of their men to check on him. Clipp was inside lost in a book. They waited for another hour. Their eyes were fixed on the entrance. Ivy Stronghead hesitated as he saw the boy. Clipp was on the phone giggling with delight. Ivy cast a long glance at Clipp. He failed to come up with something that will convince Clipp to get into the car without any inappropriate practice. So they drove toward him, jerked him in and disappeared off the road.

They waited in the Meeting Room for the master to come. Clipp was tied and gaped yet he was calm an unperturbed. ‘‘You don't have to die so young. You must have a dream as I am seeing you in the library trying to eat all of the books in a few days.'' said Master after his unexpected entrance to the Meeting Room. He pointed the gun toward Clipp's forehead when the boy laughed at his joke. '' I'll split up your brain and see how much is alike to your father's.

Clipp shuddered his mouth a hard line. He cast a hateful glance at Master. A whisper inside him told him to get up and rip up the man's throat. The whisper, however, has forgotten how he was strapped from head to toe.

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The Missing Point; Prologue

To eat,

to drink,

to sleep,

to die...

That was what my grandfather went through and everyone before him.

And me now.

And the people that will come after me.

I feel happy some times.

And sometimes quite the opposite.

I hate,

I love...

Time I cannot stop.

Darkness has covered the sky now.

Light will pierce the dawn and it will be what we call morning.

It will rain when the time comes.

And it will snow in the same manner.

I will be gone one day.

But before I go I will find the missing point.

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Spy

It was the worst day of my life. I do not wish to narrate this story and I have kept it inside me for a long time until now for I cannot stand it any longer. It was summer and the sun was scolding. I saw a girl lying, deadly wounded. Naturally, I rush her to the hospital and I followed her treatment until she was on her feet back again. After that, I learn that she was a foreigner and that she was here by accident. She didn’t have a place to stay so I help her and become her cash cow. I help her learn the language and admitted her to university and she learns the native culture. As the time pass by I learn to trust her and that was the biggest mistake I made. 20 years later she told me why she was with me and I was shocked.

I abandoned the country I live in and everything that has to do with people. I lived under the ecstasy of that for many years. The last day I saw her she was very calm and happy. She invited me for dinner in a restaurant and after the meal was finished she looks into my eyes and said: “Do not make this mistake again” she said do not trust anyone again. “I was here for twenty years to watch you and I have today living with a victory as the most successful spy the world has ever seen.”

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Inner peace

Dread of the uncertain overtook me in the absence of my love

I wailed and squeaked like a dyeing animal in the mouth of a dog

Dead be the living heart of the treacherous monk

He that crucified the living side of my heart

My heart knew the pit was long and damp

And its muds mislead the step of men

Yet the moisture has attracted the overheated man

Thus he dived to rejoice in the delusive camp

The vigorous duelist has drunk from the goblet of venom

Of certain, the why for this crazed happening is a matter of great awe

But the more puzzling is the repetition of the same woe

O, vigorous duelist why forsake the duel after all the rue

What successes a night is always a morning

And a persistent evil ends with mourning

Thus the law was chiseled on a stone everlasting

That you may hike a clear hiking

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Life as I understand it

Life is both difficult and easy. Is our choice to make either way? I believe a human being has the potential to create a beautiful life for themselves. First we start planning. We draw our map and level it. Once we have a plan it will be easy to know where we are going. This map, however should include some very precise spots. You have to think and find exactly what you want in life. When that is precise then start working on it.

A person is born with a clean slate. The environment in which they grow up starts to shape their life. It helps builds up their personalities. Every characteristic is being gained over time. You find you self, doing something wrong but when you see what you did was not accepted in the society you bound to repeat it again. That was now build in your personal characteristics. As you grow up, you come across circumstances which pushes you to be extrovert or introvert. You just become a quiet person when others are talking. There is nothing that can stop you from talking but fear of being criticized. In the case of extroverts, they don’t listen to that thing inside calling them to avoid being criticized. All these are personalities gained over time.

These personalities are now part of you what remains is using them to you advantage.

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A Dream of a Battle as the Death Approaches

It was a reckoning day- a day of the death. People were lined up in their armored uniforms, swords in hands. The camp took the odor of muds and the sky was darkening. The camp was surrounded with strong blocks and secured end to end. There was a mop of the army that an eye could never see its end.  At the extreme end of the camp was where the women, children and the wounded stay, terrified. Now people were pouring out of that mansion in large numbers as you could never see their end.

I was at the gate swinging my sword when I saw a huge man, completely armored, jumped to release the weight of his sword on my head. I was swift enough to have met every one of his strong blows. But now I got confused. I cannot endure his strokes anymore.

For whatever reason, my fellow comrades have gathered to watch the duel. And they were discouraging me. Saying that I couldn’t face this man- he was too strong.

I was there still fighting, terrified and utterly frightened. It was the fear of death. And now I have no more energy to carry on. A huge blow hit me and sent me tumbling in the mud with my face on the ground. The fear had now intensified; I was afraid to the last atom of my soul. It was the fear of death. I wasn’t prepared to die. I yielded to the power of guilt. I was going to meet the God now. But I was never ready, and that frightens me. As I was well aware that I was about to take one last stroke that would send me to my death, all my thought was about repenting for the injustice I did to myself in the course of my life. But a repentance is never accepted when you are on the brink of death. I closed my eyes for one last time and a completely absolute fear is with me. Death was the last thought. And there I woke up in my bed but still in the battle camp. Whenever I closed my eyes again I go to the battlefield. But except now I was not lying waiting for the last stroke. My fellow comrades helped me to my feet and walked me to my bedroom. But to their surprise, I was anxious to go back and fight that man. I was thinking I could do it all over again. 

By: Bilal Rabiu KOLO