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Kasarachi - Episode 24

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KASARACHI

Kasarachi - Episode 24

(Tell it to God)


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Instead of sitting down, I stopped at the entrance of my seat to Don's bewilderment. 

Then I turned my back and walked to a hostess that stood at a place in the airplane.

"Excuse me ma'am. If you don't mind... please can you show me the way to the restroom...? I'm really pressed and I want to make use of it" I politely said to her with a warm smile plastered on my face.

My plan is to get to the restroom and maybe talk or plead with one of the ladies in there to switch seats with me if possible.

I wanted to be able to sit at the back of the airplane, that way Don won't really have much opportunity to directly access me.

"Of course ma'am. Come with me...this way please" The hostess said smiling warmly and led the way to the convenience room.

She showed me a room with the tag 'Female toilet' and went away. I wasn't pressed so the was absolutely no need to go in there. 

I just stood at a corner looking at the door. 

Then I came out and stayed by the side so I could easily see the people coming in or going out of the female convenience room.

More than ten females passed by me and walked into the restroom and afterwards went out.

None stopped to ask why I was standing there hopelessly, out of concern. 

I was so shy and scared, that's why I couldn't approach them. Moreover, their faces weren't warm and approachable which made everything even harder for me.

I simply waited there, hoping and praying in my mind that God will touch the heart of someone to approach so I can summon the courage to bare open my troubles.

Fifteen minutes passed by and yet I wasn't approached by anyone. I was almost losing hope that maybe my plans wouldn't work. 

I sighed deeply and decided to take responsibility for what I needed by trying to make the approach first. 

I'll face whatever outcome comes out of it, whether positive or negative. It's better than standing here in vain. 

Afterall, my request might be turned down or it might be accepted. But how exactly would I know the result if I don't try first...?

Besides very soon, the announcer will instruct everyone to come back to their seats and fix on their seat belts. So I need to be fast without whatever I have to do.

The first lady I stopped was elegantly dressed and smelt of a high class standard. She was chewing gum and seemed like all these rich spoilt kids without manners.

She was about to pass me into the restroom when I politely asked her to please excuse me. I pleaded with her that I wanted to make a polite request of her. 

The lady shrugged her shoulders flippantly and gave me a listening ear. 

I told her about my predicament of being held captive and how I wanted her to switch seats with me so I could escape.

Her answer to my request was a complete turn off. This lady looked at me as though I was stinking, bursted into laughter and arrogantly told me to bμry that foolish idea.

She said that exchanging seats that have been delegated to someone by the officers isn't allowed in a plane. Also, that doing so would incur punishment if discovered.

After telling me to accept my fate and stop disturbing people with false stories, she hissed loudly and walked out on me.

The lady's insensitivity took a toil on me such that I became very discouraged and I didn't want to go on with my idea anymore. 

Either way, I decided to at least try one last time before accepting my fate. 
And if my fate means dying in the hands of a human tr@fficker like Don then so be it!

The next lady who came out of the restroom wasn't smiling at all. She was dressed in a purple jumpsuit and from her brand-less clothes, I assumed that maybe she was not from a high standard class of people.

I was almost discouraged to approach and talk to her following her unsmiling face and the first lady's response to me earlier.

Yet I still tried my luck!

I approached the lady as she was washing her hands in the toilet sink outside.
That sink was situated a few miles from where I was standing earlier so it didn't take long to reach where she was.

"Hello ma'am. Please can you spare me at least ten minutes of your time ma'am...? I want to talk with you about something. I promise to be quick" I said feigning a smile 

The lady lifted her head to look at me. She smiled warmly displaying her diastema and calmly said as a response to my question... 

"Sure you can talk to me Miss. I mean I do not look like I bite or do I...?"

I chuckled at the rhetorical question. Her warm and friendly disposition made me feel relaxed and I went on to talk more....

"I don't want it to seem like I'm disturbing you...that's why I'm first asking for your permission ma'am. Thank you so much for obliging my request to talk to you. My name is Kasarachi. I'm one of the passengers in this plane" I said introducing myself to her 

The woman smiled widely and as a joke, she said that to be in this restroom means I'm a passenger in the plane, so my last line of introduction wasn't necessary.

I also smiled widely at her sense of humor and I felt so at peace with her acceptance. It shows that she is a nice person who doesn't look down on strangers unlike the first person.

"Kasarachi...? That sounds like an igbo name. Am I correct or I'm wrong...?" The woman asked thoughtfully 

I nodded in affirmation as I proceeded to answer her question 

"Yes you're correct ma'am. I'm an igbo girl" I said still smiling and she chuckled while using a hand towel to wipe her hands dry.

"I thought as much. My name is Halima Sadu. I'm from Hausa although I've been based outside the States all my life. So what do you want to talk to me about Miss Kasarachi....?" Halima asked looking at me 

She doesn't have the accent of a Hausa person, which makes it obvious that she truly based outside the States all her life. 

"I actually want to make a request of you. I know it's uncultured considering that I do not know you and vice versa. But please ma'am Halima...I really need your help as my life is at stake here..." I said calmly 

I began talking more and she listened attentively without interrupting my words.

She created that atmosphere for me to bare open my mind and so in a few minutes I told her key things about my life. I also told her about Don and his bad intentions for me and the other girls in his captivity. 

Halima was taken aback and couldn't talk for a while after I finished. She was looking at me skeptically wondering if I was lying about what I said or I was telling the truth.

She sighed heavily when she saw the bold and desperate glint in my eyes, which probably pointed out that I was being truthful and needed help.

"You mean you're being coerced to Canada to have your heart t0rn open and sold out to others...? Oh Allah....what exactly is this world turning into!" Halima said while shaking her head in unbelief 

From her facial expression, I could dictate that she is a compassionate person who cares so much about humanity. 

Her subsequent responses to my situation alongside the fixed displeasure on her face showed a woman who is always ready to fight the cause against victimization....

"Well you don't look like a captive to me but I know things are happening in this world of ours. Miss Kasarachi if what you said is really true...then that man is a huge threat to our society and needs to be kept on arrest! Lets go and call the officers on him immediately!" Halima said authoritatively and attempted moving forward 

That's when I stepped in front of Halima to stop her from pushing through with such a decision since I wasn't in agreement with it

"Ah ma'am Halima! No please...we can't do that here! That will be like exposing his crimes publicly and it will put my life in perpetual danger. I don't want trouble....all I want is to quietly escape from Don's grip so please don't do this ma'am Halima"

"Miss Kasarachi is your life not already in danger now and what makes you think it will stop when he is still free out there...? Besides you are indirectly going to cover his crimes if you escape from here without telling him out. Or haven't you thought of the fate of the other girls if you actually manage to escape and they don't...?" Halima asked me questions that got me pondering 

I shook my head and muttered a 'no' under my breath as I realized how self-centered I was behaving by trying to escape alone without thinking of the other girls welfare. 

What would then happen to his other captives who like me, have families and probably hope for a bright future ahead...?

Halima continued talking when I wasn't saying anything but she could tell that I was remorseful and listening attentively to her

"....Miss Kasarachi what I am implying in essence is that....the Don man needs to be arrested for mμrder and human trafficking, instead of you trying to escape from him! Letting him go free would grant him more opportunities to be hunting after you or probably committing worse cr¡mes" Halima said without mincing words and I sighed as I realized that she was actually right.

"I haven't thought of it from this angle ma'am Halima but you're actually correct. Don needs to be put behind bars. I was just thinking of how to run for my own life but I've realized how selfish that makes me!" I said remorsefully and Halima placed her hands on my shoulder in encouragement 

"Miss Kasarachi you don't have to feel down in spirits. You're a brave girl so I'll advise that you brace up because we are going to expose him to the safety officers. Don or whatever his name is...will be legally made to pay for such inhumane crimes against humanity!" Halima said as a matter of fact.

"But ma'am Halima that man has connections in high places and to make matters worse....I currently do not have any evidence for us to nail him for his crimes. So how will this work out..?" I asked whilst looking at Halima worriedly 

Halima chuckled and her next words really shocked me but at the same time I felt safe within me. 

"I'm a human right lawyer who has been handling worse cases than this one. What we will do is to get him arrested first and afterwards work towards digging out his dirty secrets as evidence. Miss Kasarachi do you still remember the building where you people were being held captive...?" Halima asked and I nodded my head in affirmation 

Halima is a lawyer which means that a legal case against Don will not be so difficult. 

Is God not wonderful...? I thought in my heart as I began answering her question

"I'm very observant ma'am Halima so I paid close attention to the cuts and corners Ark took while driving with me in the car. It became dark at a point but I'm sure I can still figure my way to that building" I answered while shrugging my shoulders

"Can you remember the number of captives held there and were they all females...?" Halima asked walking towards the door and I followed behind her as I gave her a reply 

"I think it was thirty of us or there about. I couldn't count because I was thinking of my life and how I'll ever escape from that place. And yes miss Halima we were all females in that building. According to Don....he prefers using only females because of their beautiful faces and alluring charm!" I answered closing the door to the restroom 

"Oh I see" Halima simply said and didn't talk again so we were now walking in silence.

We walked into the part of the airplane where seats were placed for those boarding. 

I informed Halima that we would need to walk a little forward to the front row since that's where my seats and that of Don are.

I was behind Halima so I couldn't view the people sitting at the front seats very well when we reached there. 

Halima had to step away from my front so I could view the seats very well.

"So tell me Miss Kasarachi...where were you two sitting and who is the Don among the passengers sitting here...?" Halima asked me

My eyes began scanning around the front seat rows hoping to spot Don and thereafter point him out to Halima but he wasn't sitting anywhere amongst them!

Where exactly is this man for God's sake! I thought in my heart as I lifted my eyes to check the other seats at the back but Don was still nowhere to be found! 

"We were supposed to sit right on these seats" I said stammering as my heart was pounding fast in anxiety and trepidation.

Halima was now looking at me in skepticism as she asked me suspiciously.

"What's all this about...? Where is the man or wait! did you lie to me Miss Kasarachi...?"

I didn't even know what to say to her.

I was feeling confused inwardly. Has Don escaped or what....? I kept asking myself 

If he truly has left here, then Oh Lord! 
How would I vindicate myself in front of Halima right now after all I've told her...?

(Do not take credit or Plagiarize AMAH'S HEART stories)

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