Naked Secret (Chapter One)

Before you start reading, I want to sincerely apologize for my long absence. I assure you that it was not intentional.

You all know that I no longer post lengthy works on my blog because of the high rate of plagiarism, online. Happy for you and me, I am going to start posting a story I wrote a long time ago. But, yes there is a but. Lolz. I won't post everything. The good news in all of this is that you will be able to get a free copy of the novella on okadabooks when the time is right.
So, here we go.

Naked Secret (Chapter One)

It was mid-evening. The sun was still setting but the shadows of night were already creeping in. The far end of the sky had become a mixture of blue, pink and orange. Some birds circled overhead while others flew by, probably because they were in a hurry to get home to their young ones. Soft wind blew, causing the trees and grasses to wave at each other. The surrounding bush however, had a path which was full of stones. Bare feet, torn in several places and almost covered in blood, ran slowly and in a staggering manner through the path. Looking at those feet, one could easily tell that their owner was tired and in serious need of medical attention. However, she did not stop. Her heart beat doubled, like it was going to pop out of her chest, but Naomi knew that no matter what, she had to keep going. It was all part of the plan. She had waited a very long time for the day she would have to do what she was doing. The day she would deal with those behind the death of her parents. This was the beginning of her operation but first, she had to gain their trust and she didn't know any other way to do it.

Naomi was a 25 years old lady. Slim, tall, about 6ft and dark complexioned. She wore a weave on that slightly passed her shoulders. Her clothes was a simple white, knee level dress, covered with sand and mud stains. It was a sleeveless dress that revealed the size and length of her slender arm. Her face was void of make up but all the same, she was a beauty. Her eyebrows were well shaped. Her eyes, almost a narrow slit. Her lips, full and her nose was round, like a true african.

As she swayed along, she kept looking back, just to make sure that she was safe and that no one was following her. However, in an unguarded moment, when she looked back, she couldn't catch herself as she stumbled over a rock in her path and fell face down. She tried to use her hands to support but instead, they came in contact with other sharp stones. This caused her to sustain deep cuts in both her palms. Being on the run for almost an hour, on bare foot and in the hot sun, was definitely not a joke. How was she going to get them to see her? To believe her story when she couldn't even reach their gate?

"Oh daddy," she cried. "Please give me the strength to avenge your death. Yours and mummy's. I thought I prepared well enough for this day."

Naomi knew she had to reach the mansion's gate and get the men to believe her story, but instead, she lay on the ground struggling for breath and for strength. While still in that position and almost passing out, she had flash backs of the happy times she spent with her parents. The flash backs kept pouring in until it got to the day she lost her dear parents. They had just arrived from a holiday trip. Not long after they got home, five gun men stormed their home. Her mother was frightened but still she found the courage to quickly hide Naomi under the bed. At that time, Naomi was only 12 years old. Her mother was telling her to stay quiet and be strong when three of the men came into the room and shot her from behind. She fell face down, dead. As luck would have it, her body covered part of Naomi, who had not fully hidden under the bed. One of the men then ordered the others to find her father and eliminate him at sight. While  hiding under the bed, some seconds past and then she heard her father insulting the men and telling them he was going to kill them. It was not long afterwards that she heard the final shot.


To be continued...

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