CRIME OF PASSION E-Book

Kufreabasi Etuk

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

In living today, friends do hurt. It goes to justify the saying that “not all that glitter is gold” which means that not all you see to be attractive really are what they claim to be. The worse thing you will do to a friend after he/she must have given you their trust is using and making them look like outcast. It is a complete impunity to betray a friend with whom you have walked the years in strait and in desert and, such has never turn his back on you even when others must have; when others fail, he’s not; walks with you through thorns and storms; good times and in temptations; ready to fall and rise with you.

Trust is the credit one never wins in a day. It is gain from amount of the activities that we are disposed. It takes time to build trust yet, it can be destroy in a second.

Faces of Betrayal, as the title suggests is a novel that has been carefully plan from a traditional society setting as each of the events unfolds itself as the series drift. With the characters, plots and places nicely put together to reflect present day occurrences, as if you are taken on a roller coaster ride over the sharp curves and deep inclines of the common human negative fault- Distrust, as a major problem of our age.

Leseprobe

Kufreabasi Etuk

CRIME OF PASSION

building castle in the air

T his book is dedicated to my siblings and Grace Akana whose inspirations are the essence of the title, and to all of you lovers of prose BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Introduction

Crime of Passion

CRIME OF PASSION

                                                      Building Castle in the Air

K. DENNIS

DEDICATION

This book is dedicated to God Almighty, and Arit whose inspirations are the essence of the title, and to all of you lovers of prose.

AKNOWLEDGEMENTS

This book is a big thank you to God Almighty for His gift and wisdom to finally put the story together.

To my parents Mr/Mrs Dennis Etuk, for giving me the privilege to discover myself through education.

Whereas the person directly responsible for this book becoming a reality is my best friend Arit Akana.

Arit has always wanted to see that this publication go live. In addition, having this has hitherto emboldened her desire for more books. Arit is my friend, supporter, and model. She met me once and since then has been a major support to my dreams all through.

Specifically to my dad who allows his computer to be used in putting the pieces of this book together. To my siblings; Kenneth, Dianabasi and Mfonobong: they are great issues of biological experience and I’m grateful for their inspirations. My gratitude also goes to Aniekan Godwin and Isaac Ebong for the gift of friendship. I also thank Mr. Anthony Demas, editor of KYLE WATCH for taking time to edit the manuscript.

I thank you also who have contributed immensely to the realization of this book. I may not remember to mention your name on the pages, but I want to tell you that your support is acknowledged here.

PREFACE

In living today, two experiences, hardship and friendship makes life what it is and one is dispose to learning from them. However, lesson learn from these two has help a great deal to streamline our lives and operations. Friends hurt, likewise experience helping us trim. It goes a long way to justify the saying that “not all that glitter is gold” which means that not all you see to be attractive really are what they claim to be. The worst things we do to others we do them to ourselves. And it’s indescribable how we turn many into outcast. It is a complete insanity to betray a friend with whom we have walked the years in strait and in desert and, such has never turn his back on you even when others may have; when others fail, he’s not; walks with you through thorns and storms; good times and in temptations; ready to fall and rise with you.

Trust is the credit one never wins in a day. It is gain from amount of the activities that we are disposed. It takes time to build trust yet, it can be destroy in a second.

Crime of Passion, as the title suggests is a novel that has been carefully plan from a traditional society setting with each event unfolding itself as the series drift. With the characters, plots and places nicely put together to reflect present day occurrences, as if you are taken on a roller coaster ride over the sharp curves and deep inclines of the common human negative fault- Distrust, as a major problem of the age.

The novel is sufficient as every chapter introduces the reader to a fresh plot with new acts almost intertwined with the previous chapter.

Therefore, the setting involvement of ‘Crime of Passion’ is carefully planned such that the reader is not wholesomely enticed but is leveraged on the course of readability through the lines of entire episodes from the sweet melody of the introductory chapter to the climax of the tears that induces ultimate satisfaction.

AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY

K. DENNIS hails from a prominent family of educators who enjoy creative work and have a penchant in writing and research. He holds a B.Sc from the University of Uyo and he is an Associate member of the Institute of Strategic Management. Since 2010, he has dedicated his career to the field of human development through personal and organizational efforts. He has worked with Continental Logistic, Financial institution and other organization in a management category and, has gained wider experience in interpersonal relations. As a counselor, he has written articles and books on personal development. He is the author of the book The Wise Leader: a guide for excellent driven life, and many others. His belief is that man is capable to change from worse to better, only if such goal is pursue with honesty. His interest cut across finance, marketing and personal development of which he exhibit with pungency.

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Also on twitter @kufreabasiD and @kufreden125

Dedication

Acknowledgement

Preface

Contents

Chapter 1: Introduction

A scarlet morning breaking from the night

Chapter 2: The Clarks’ in the village square

The sun and flower gave their farewell

Chapter 3: The unfathomable excitement

Clark the muse

Chapter 4: With brave and happy face, he led the folks

The missing man in a palace plot

Chapter 5: With brave and happy face, he led the folks

Ekeh’s unmerited ascension

Chapter 6: The inaugural flight

Too fast to be taken adrift

Chapter 7: The unannounced visitor over Clark’s roof

His scar remains on sands of time

Chapter 8: Yet a different page for Ukpeiheidu

Knowing nothing at all

Chapter 9: A friend or an enemy

The people cry aloud

Chapter10:Theirdeparture

The connonadis experience

Chapter11:Theconference

Men talking

Chapter 12: Arrival and the deception

The people fainted as they walk away

CHAPTER ONE

Introduction

It was in June 13, at about 6:20am. The weather was vague and visibility reduced to 400 yard in the fog. Sound of birds singing in the air, birch wet with dew. It was like a dream. However in her calm disposition always characterize with smile and outburst laugh, it was obvious the rather now an air of ominous change has evoke such ambivalent feeling about life. It was abrupt for there was nothing anyone could say that would erase the repressive thoughts running beneath her chest. And so it was even with her forebear. This she knew if there was anything which she could do to make a change, she had only wish it was in another planet where the sky light some blue beyond present state of life that has locked her dastardly.

That morning was different as long she never in her wildest imagination would believed it could be so different, however, very much different. As she lay quiet in her bed, she saw the shadow of a person reflecting on the threshold holding out an object, and she rose to peep through the key hole, there it was, her mother bending out with a bucket of water to rinse her face.

As the only child, she had dreamt of staying together with her parent as one big family with purpose and hope for parental care, helping her surmount difficulties, and seeing her wishes gratified.

They lived in a small clan in the south as their house situates in the outskirt of south Gorie of which access to the main town merely takes some kilometers onto the thoroughfare.

However, some youngsters born with silver spoon were living their life very happily having their cakes and ales in the interior of their family houses. Whereas, for others raised in prosaically cut-off hamlet, life was particularly different.

Nevertheless, there were paths that you could pass through Gorie from neighbouring towns in the south and in the east. Another path also leads to it from Connonadis. Before this time the two lands has attended historical prominence in the business of the world, for they were concentrating commercial hubs at the time of the revolution, but Gorie was more renowned for its attractive ambience which alternated the past and the present with fascinating hope for the future.

Traders use these paths to travel from one place to another. They travel mostly on foot, and they buy and sell along the way. Sometime they will need to go through a neighboring village which adjoining streets led also to the land of Gorie for they felt their goods might be needed by those people who could not go to the market to buy them. It was almost as if Gorie was the centre of the world. In a way, Gorie is the centre of the world for in spite her intermittent burst in woes, the reprising song in everyone’s mouth seem to be saying that ‘Gorie is a special place.’

A beautiful and tall notary edifice towering over mignonette plant stood overtly in the middle of the central district with exchange activity deeply inclined in the inside. Traders sell their goods in this place. Despite the strength of these economic agents, the council chiefs through decision taken in the palace, because they felt the fortune of the land was fast growing in their hands, regulate their activity.

Mr. Scrivani, one of the titleholders built this edifice when he was the council’s chairperson before he was relieved of his job.

Fortified within half fence and unattractive looking gate imposed on the front, security guards the place in every market day according to time of business.

The inside looks much like some of the houses where the people lived in. It has a glass partition that separates each room from the other and, wooden counters over in which they sell goods. Behind the counters, they kept frivolous looking stools so that sellers can sit and do their business. Sometime when the sky breaks and suddenly too, its white complexion dimmed, activities in the inside building start to dwindle. The sense of camaraderie that flows in the land enables the people to live freely with one another. Some of the people were poor. The affluent members of the land wield greater power over them. They were the party apparatchiks who preside over issues in the land and they do this in such a way it accommodate the poor people’s interest.

Life then, wore a different look. They lived a simple life and they did not have any extra. The men worked hard and children had to share in the work. Houses built with mud bricks that were hardened by laying them out in the sun. The front part of some of the houses has no roof over. This part was like a small yard and behind it was a living room with small bedroom at the back. The floor of the house is made of hard and smooth clay with roof made from heavy wooden beam with boards laid across them. Board cover with mixture of mud and straw, the flat roof is a good place to work or to sit. Sometime people slept on the roof on hot night. Usually, a ladder led up to the roof. Most people had very little furniture - just some wooden stools, a low wooden table, and some sleeping mats. With only a place for fire and in some houses, a small clay oven for baking bread, there was no chimney so the smoke had to find its way out of the small, high window opening.

Some houses had wooden door, others had grass mat or cloth as doors. The people had their large meal and vegetables. Yet the poor people often ate meat only on a very special day. They have one tradition; a simple way of life, and they were accustom to it.

However, Gorie did not lack people who could stand up for her course. The affluent members of the land have the privileged to send their children to the best schools; and where those children perform well in their academics the rulers gave them scholarship to continue their education in any other place of their choice. Therefore, it was so because the rulers wanted to develop the people so that Gorie can compete in time with other places that had developed faster.

In some parts of Gorie there were no particular differences between the people for they had almost everything in common. On different occasion the poor people work in the rich farmland free, they see the rich as their master, and they have respect for them. In spite of the positional difference, the people did not grudge selling their human labour to the rich for money. They did this so they could always put food on their table; they could always look at their children on the face and tell them that tomorrow will be better. Their children also went to school, as they were train in community schools because tuition in The Anderson’s was high. As time pass on, they started gaining different levels of skill, which dovetail nicely in the growth process, their ideology changes also. Weird approaches to issue start to find it way into the mainstream. Gradually they started losing control of many of the salient areas of their wellbeing. Parent thought this to be part of the development process because they see in their wards the ability to take on challenges.

Moreover, as they started living up these abilities, they were soon embroidered by the strangeness of competition which made them forgot their history. For out of the blue a borrowed culture later became a blot on the landscape. Though they struggle everyday in anticipation for change, waiting in the forlornness that rebranding will speak. Ironically, if they have lived up their fulfillment, then holding out a pan for one on the one hand with others startling in the face will become like reveling oneself in a pretzel.

A Scarlet Morning Breaking From the Night

Cool breeze casting aerie glow in the yard as cackles of innumerable chickens sounds in the cage. Clark built a thatch house with the little income he made from the sale of his farm seedling. The house, though small enough to accommodate his family with attractive but no expensive furniture has put him in the clique of the renown in his clan. The inside is decorated with tessellated boards that he uses to partition the rooms so that you can enter into other rooms from a not-too-wide corridor, and flower baskets hanging shyly on walls. The family uses one of the rooms as store. You find durables only in houses owned by rich Gorieans, the poor people could not afford them. However, if they must have one, they will have to sell important household item.

About the early morning, his daughter ambles out of her room as the cockcrow through the back. Like the birthmark that stretches down her chubby cheek, she made briskly onto the exterior. Stands hesitating on the front door stair and looking nervous across the neighborhood, she ran her eyes on the veranda and finally rests them on the poultry hut. Then one squeak from the nearest bush she looks into the sky and watch as the element melt dropping magnificent on the roof from the deep blue of the morning sky to the mid-blue of a lovely summer day. After a very short while Katherine riveted her gaze in the inside looking through a wired net, then move slowly closer to the hut. Holding up her nightgown, she taps on the door handle, opens it, and sauntered in. With her right hand nervously placed on the feeder, she turns round slowly closed the door and steps outside.

The cock has crow, which announces a new day and Katherine felt the rather necessary to start her domestic chores. So she swivels around sharply, maintaining a steady pace to an inlet drum where the family keeps sweeping broom. She took out the broom and started to sweep the compound before other people in the neighborhood could wake up. When she finishes sweeping, she moved again to sweep the hut, open the door and fetch a nosebag from the plastic bucket, pours the food into the feeder and put it back for the birds and left.