Change of Plans

2-min read.

Daniel stood at the door holding onto both posts as though he was forming a bullwark against an expected misfortune. His heart was palpitating uncontrollably and he could feel the throbs; they were as loud as a speedy waterfall rushing down a four-hundred-mile high cliff.

The moments were uncertain and the miseries that had befallen Tendi Clan quite unbearable. For a week now, a rowdy gangster kept ransaking the island every night, rapining property, vitiating women and killing children. There was a fine hearsay going around that in houses they found two women, they would rape the one loved most by the man of the house, if he happened to still be alive.

Daniel thought about it. In the kitchen were his wife and dear sister preparing supper while in the sitting room sat his lovely daughter engrossed in her books. He then thought about how pesky his wife had grown, sometimes even denying him their marital food. She had all of a sudden become a hothead, not the soft genial wife he had married ten years ago. So he made up his mind, that if things went bad, he would turn her in in place of his sister.

There was also another damning allegation that the terrorists were being funded by the government’s opposition in a bid to prove the ongoing reign weak. And that was not far from the truth. Everyone could see, Tendi Clan had thrown up numerous leaders than any other in the country, and would indubitably be a cynosure of any attack. But now a question was left too as to why the government was taking too long to retaliate.

He thought about his small house, his rabbit farm and his fishing boat lying unused for two weeks now. He was so engrossed in these thoughts that he did not notice a figure draw closer to the door. The next thing that gathered him out of his trance was a firm clout on his cheek that sent him flying up and onto the ground. (Airtel airtime: 05047-64931-2674. Keep reading for more.)

Then he watched with wonder eyes as a group of thuggish men stormed past him into the house. “Oh, they’re going to kill my sister!” he thought as he hoisted himself up, the pain on his cheek hosing down, and rushed into the house.

The men had already fetched the two women from the kitchen and forced them to kneel on the floor, together with the child.

“Please spare them. I’ll do whatever you want,” he begged, kneeling before them.

One of the thugs skelped him furiously at the cheek sending him sprawling onto the ground. He lay still on the ground, an immeasurable amount of pain pinching his skin and jaws.

But he would not stay there any longer. The sudden clinking of swords returned full strength into his bones and he straightened up quickly, just in time to meet the most horrifying scene he had ever encountered in his life. One of the thugs who appeared quite boorish and hefty was holding onto his daughter firmly, with a sharp knife running across her neck, as if only waiting for the next word from the team leader.

“Nooo, please don’t hurt my child,” he broke out again, stood up and made to lunge towards the man, but another thug held him back firmly. “Please, she’s only a child,” he pleaded further, his tears now clearly falling. “Do not hurt her, I beg.”

“Well, that lies with you,” said the leader, a tall, podgy man with overgrown beards. “Who do you love most, your daughter or this – uuh, gorgeous beddable queen?” He pointed at Daniel’s sister and smirked.

Daniel trembled from both fright and anxiety. He had not expected that twist of plans. Surely, his daughter was only nine years old and his sister was his only living sibling in a family of eight. Both of them had a special place in his heart.

“Decide, young man; you’re wasting our precious time,” the leader roared, now glaring at him angrily.

He glanced at his daughter who was evidently stupified, in tears in fact, and then his sister and wife who were terribly shaking. (Safaricom Airtime: 3813-5177-3457-3592)

“Take me please. Take me instead,” he put in quickly.

“No. That wasn’t in our plans,” retorted the leader. “I am Goliath. And you, little David or whatever you call yourself, leave us with no choice but… .”

Twap! A bullet went through the head of the man who was holding the little girl, and then another through the leader’s chest. Daniel turned and fetched for whence came the bullets. God gracious, standing at the door manned to the teeth was a troop of soldiers. The thugs scampered to different parts of the three-roomed house trying to find their way out, but the soldiers rushed straight in for them.

The End.


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  1. Jeff Flesch says:

    Wow, you’ve weaved quite the drama here, Lamittan. I was happy to read that the sister and daughter lived. Was nervous for a minute. πŸ˜… Wonderful write. πŸ’–πŸ’–

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    1. Oh wow, thank you, my loyal friend Jeff for liking this and for your heart-warming comment. Yess, i wouldn’t want them to die πŸ˜„. I’m glad you enjoyed it, dear. πŸ’–πŸ’–

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      1. Jeff Flesch says:

        You’re most welcome, my dear friend, Lamittan. Always. πŸ’–πŸ’–

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      2. πŸ€—πŸ’–πŸ’–


  2. Daphny Aqua says:

    I thought the sister would somehow turn to be the villian, it was such a thrilling read. Quite a dramatic one haha… Glad that the sister is not the villian and both of them get to live. 😁

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    1. The sister was a dear one, the wife was the unwanted, but as it was, there was a change of plans πŸ˜€. Many thanks to you, dear. It’s gratifying that you enjoyed this and left such a warm compliment. ❀🌷


      1. Daphny Aqua says:

        It was my pleasure dear, looking forward to reading more. 😊❀️

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      2. You’re most welcome, always you are ❀πŸ₯°

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  3. Mike U. says:

    Man, this an intense, gritty tale. What a dilemma Daniel found himself in, eh? Being forced to sentence one of his family to death. Thank goodness the soldiers arrived in the nick o’ time. Dark and suspenseful and entertaining–well done, Lamittan. πŸ™‚

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    1. Holy catfish, Mike! What a great way to describe it! I’m amazed and glad you enjoyed, my friend. Many thanks to you for stopping by to read and leave such a heart-warming compliment. 🀝😊

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    1. Thank you so much, DAP.


  5. What a frightening and riveting story, Lamittan. And a terrible choice. I’m glad help came at the end. πŸ™‚

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    1. Oh yes, I’m also glad that help came. πŸ˜„ Thank you so much, D. Wallace, for your grand compliment. It’s such a gratifying honour that you took your time to read and comment. Many thanks. πŸ€πŸ™

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      1. Obong eno says:

        Light at the end of the tunnel, nice story Lami

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      2. Yes. Many thanks, dearest bro. 😘


  6. Scary story! ! was hoping it was his wife… the one he spoke so dismissively of… who saved the day. But then, I always love a happy ending πŸ™‚

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    1. Many thanks to you, dear Janis. It was a ‘Change of Plans’ πŸ˜€. I’m happy you liked and enjoyed it. πŸ’–


  7. Beaton says:

    This was intense!!!!
    Was wondering how it would end was relieved help arrived in the nick of time


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    1. Yes, help did arrive at quite an opportune time. Thanks for reading through and dropping your warm thoughts, my friend Beaton. πŸ’–


  8. The suspense was killing me Lamittan.. glad they were ok! πŸ’–πŸ™

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    1. I agree that the suspense was as huge as Mt. Kosciousko πŸ˜‚πŸ€—. Thanks. I’m glad you enjoyed and found the ending relieving, Cindy dear. 😊❀

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      1. I did for sure! β€οΈπŸ™Œ

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      2. That’s great to know. Most welcome, dearest. ❀

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      3. πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–

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      4. πŸ’–πŸ’–

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