Two
agents on a mission swim stealthily into a cave where it does not dawn to
assassinate the resident of the cave. They needn’t light their way, it isn’t
crooked. Straight. Ordinarily, anything H2O should not touch them if
they want to remain alive and solid. But it is the best method, to have them
diffused by the pool. So, this is their
first and last bath. As the cave feels them journeying down slowly, towards the
apartment of the unwanted resident, the agents dissolve gradually.
The
target smuggles itself in during social night, when the cave is in a game of
hide and seek with another cave that releases millions of its viscous occupants
like Israelites from Egypt, through a vascularised tunnel and at the point of diminishing
returns.
For
four months, the target has been surreptitiously living therein, preventing
itself from marking any footprint that can get it trailed and busted. When in
the fourth month the cave starts feeling its presence; she decides to send these
two agents who plan to rush into the mouth of the target through the straw by
which it feeds. This day, the target is fasting, the agents fail and do not
return to tell the tale. The cave feels severe stomach ache for days and hopes
the target will soon be exiled but, no.
A
month after this, the cave goes to a hospital to meet the doctor with whom she
has had an appointment but he is undergoing autopsy himself. On the way home,
she is hit by a frivolous car and hospitalised. Two months consecrated for the
cave’s healing climb the presence of the unwanted tenant. So, alive, happy and
crying, it comes out.
OLADIMEJI DAMILOLA
ONCE UPON A SUICIDE MISSION
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