Kidneys & Mangoes

1st day of May,  2017

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I locked the gate behind me. I had the key. Nobody could leave. Not of course without asking me. I spent time picking mangoes that the wind had blown down before walking down to the house.
“kidney is now costly…how could he just give in to the idea of coming to pick his money. The power of money though... (same reason I’m doing this shit). Moreover, the price is just too much, for two turkeys. Well He won’t leave here with that money or his life. Cause I don’t think he’d survive without his two kidneys. He must have been stupid to come into the house of strangers without sensing any danger”. Or maybe he sensed it…but dismissed the idea because of the innocent look on our faces. “are we too cute?” I asked myself in the middle of an “awwww”. My mind was dancing. The bloodlust was rising…I could already smell his blood on my skin. All these thoughts were completed in less than 1 seconds as I walked up to the house where I say this man standing outside. Poor soul…does he have wife and kids? I smiled as I offered him two mangoes, he thanked me as I walked into the house.

“oh shit” I paused. “No no no no” “oh wait…” “oh okay” “shit could have been much easier if you just poisoned the mangoes, would save you the stress of washing of blood stains, but you really don’t want anything damaging his organs remember....WE NEED THE KIDNEY !!!” yea that’s right. I waked on into the house, washed the remaining mangoes in my hands and dropped them into the fruit basket.

By the time I was out, he had collected his money and more fruits from my mom (avocado included)…fruits he’d never get to eat…smh. “what?” “oh…wow” he had eaten the two mangoes I gave him earlier…how’s that for a last supper??

“Alright Alma, see him off to the gate” (yea yea…I do all the dirty work). Like y’all don’t know what that actually means…if you don’t, you’re dumber than this dude was. Because I think he had begun to sense something. Dude walked faster than me to the gate, but of course, I had the key. I also had a heavy stick hiding in one corner of the wall just before the gate…this house had a lot of improvised weapons lol…
I picked it up and walked closer to him humming… “sticks and stones will break your skull….” (the idiot still had his face to the gate, waiting for me to come open it for him) maybe he didn’t sense anything at all.

Whatever! I'm still not letting this man go

It’s sad that the last thing he saw was a gold colored pinned padlock.

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