Time raced on.
Speckles of guilt danced lightly on his young face as his heartbeat synced with the pacy movement of time, creating a rhythm that nagged forever. His fattened thighs shivered under the weight of the cross he had chosen to bear and for the first time in a long while, his religious walls seemed to be crumbling.
He shut his eyes, immersing himself in the shadows of his religious fanaticism and shutting off the radar of emotions and reasoning that were beginning to cloud his thoughts. His mind raced back to the mountainous Shabwah province where he had met with divinity and like ‘Moses’ returned with a sacred mission – anti-western in every essence. There, he sucked from the breast of fanatics who fanned the ember of hatred, branded in religious hegemony and made men mobile explosives. There, he lost his humanity.
He felt a tap on his shoulder.
Those large innocent eyes opened to meet the friendly gaze of an air-hostess, handing him a glass of juice. He lowered his gazed quickly like a child, cautioned by his parent not to look on fair maidens. He shook his head in disapproval at the startled hostess who moved on to the next seat.
Relieved, he reclined.
His virgin mind plunged into sexual ecstasy, awakening the hardened phallus from its twenty-one year slumber. It roared and stretched its rusty muscles like a wrestler threatening an opponent, wishing to plunge just once into the deep waters of ‘Vaginia’ but … he was enroute Detroit.
He felt warm.
A feeling of self-righteousness glowed on his face as his mind wandered to the array of virgins that await him on the other side. In the same instance, the death knell beeped, stirring the horror that is to come. Remorse flushed through his face and thick balls of sweat formed a ring on his forehead. No doubt, the time is near and his time is short!
Tears trickled.
He saw his mother’s face and the tears trickled more. He had not spoken to her in four months and as he walked through life’s final path; he wished he had called if only to hear her voice. More tears trickled.
He felt a nudge and turned to see a little girl holding out a white handkerchief. Puzzled, he looked at the girl’s mother who smiled in approval. With trembling hands, he accepted the gift with a smile.
His heart quaked.
For a minute, his humanity clashed with his religious values. For the first time in several years, he saw his true reflection in the mirror. He saw the monster religion had made of him. In the eyes of that little girl, he had seen what true religion should be. Angry, he reached for the detonator. Turned to the little girl sitting quietly on her mother’s lap and said with a smile,
“Thank you”.
He walked up to one of the air hostesses and whispered into her ears.
“I’ve got a bomb strapped in -between my balls that would go off in 15 minutes! I must get it off now! I don’t want anyone to die!”
He pulled down his trousers to reveal an explosive device sewn to his underwear. She raised alarm.
As they bundled him away, he waved at the little girl who smiled and waved in return. No doubt, he had seen the world through the eyes of a child and life for him would never be the same again.
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Dammy Keke @dammy2k2
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I’ve read this before. On your blog, maybe?
As i felt the first time i read it, so i feel now – beautiful and so masterfully crafted. If only Mutallab did truly see the innocence of a child.
Yeah…On my blog.
Thanks Lade.
Well written.
Thanks Seun.
Loved the emotions with which the story was told. Good one. You got real talents. If you were a filmmaker, you’ll probably make Million Dollar Baby or On the Waterfront or some other film like that.
Thanks Jaywriter.
Are you a mind reader? How did you know I have a thing for movies? It’s a dream I’ve nursed silently and I think I’m closer than ever before.
Lovely. Only , Mutallab was never able to see the world through a kid’s eyes.
Wish he had.
Just hope to see a sequel to this…
Hmmmm…I’ll think about that.Lol!
Now this is creativity at its utmost best…..
Enjoyed the read all the way.
Well done!!!
Thanks Lawal.
such a lovely touching story…i truly wish it was real
Well, maybe it is cos he ended up not blowing up the plane.
“He lowered his ‘gaze’ quickly”.
Well done!
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! How could I not have seen that? Thanks Scopeman.
Very well written. Send off to a Literary magazine what about Farafina? Or try Africanwriting.com?
Thanks Inspire. I’ll consider your suggestion.
Mercifully, the bomb didn’t go off at all.
This is nice and reminds of someone’s post on the site as well about airplanes, a lil kid and a lost individual with super powers.
Nice work Dammy!
Hmmm, nice going. You modeled the emotions and thoughts in his head so well.
I really like.
I’d like to visit your blog. Do post ur add here.
Thanks Remi.
http://www.truthinprint.blogspot.com
if only
very nice piece.
A film in the making. I almost heard a danger sound track playing in the background as I read on. Good!
Thank u so very much for imaginatively painting another picture of Mutallab’s foiled terrorism. Creative empathy is to me a mark of literary genius. Bravo! The only sore point for me would be that second paragraph where u quickly labelled his religious beliefs “fanaticism” while refering to him as a brainwashed beast. I think u unknowingly projected ur own judgement into the subject’s mind there. Moreover, that derogatory label or commentary should have been reserved for the end. That’ll further let us appreciate the powerful spiritual metamorphosis he went through after digesting that loving little girl’s act of genuine love &innocence. Thus, in the beginning he definitely couldn’t have seen himself as a fanatic, nor be branded one, but at the end he realises he had lost his humaness & finds it once again by tasting what true religion is all about. LOVE! Get my drift bro? Yeah, I knew u would *winks*
Seriously, this is one of the very best comment/criticism I have gotten on this site ever since I started posting. You are so right about my second paragraph. It gave it out. Thanks for visiting.