Darkness descends faster around here, so fast you’re left wondering where the day went. It’s beautiful really, almost poetic. As the curtain is drawn and you glimpse the fading sunset, brutally honest thinking is required. The darkness asks for it…demands it even. When the darkness descends, man is left alone with his demons. No more running. It’s fight or flight bitch!
Stone approaches the kitchen door, confident that he shall find what he seeks inside. He can hear the voices already and as he opens it, the thick aromatic fragrance rushes to embrace him. Clouds everywhere help provide a veil for the activities going on inside, but to the initiated eye, the clouds are only a sign of better things to come. He approaches the kitchen counter and there they are: the council of elders. The Knights of the Templar. The Brotherhood of Cruise. The Brethren.
Pappy, standing across from Mamba, putting his hands and lips to good use. X–ray, going through Instagram or something on his tablet, and finally Liberty, arms folded and waiting for Pappy to light up the blessings. Stone takes his position on top the ledge closest to the window, and The Brethren is gathered once again, let the deliberations begin.
“Guy, where’d you buy this cruise from?” Stone asks.
Liberty laughs and there are conspiratorial grins from the others.
“Just enjoy it” Pappy responds “forget about its origin”.
The fog gets thicker, as more resources are brought forward. All from the same headquarters which leads them to another discussion on just how much cheese Junior is making off of their continued patronage. The memes from social media are the next topic to be addressed. Then politics, history, the politics of history, the real and fake, the genuinely confusing…almost everything is touched. There have been disagreements and conflicts of opinion. Negotiation has been employed as well as other less savory tactics. Momentary truces and alliances have been formed and the council might be adjourning soon.
“How far that Yemisi babe na?” Pappy asks.
Stone pretends not to hear him. X-ray taps him on the shoulder repeatedly until he’s forced to address the issue on ground. Laughter is stifled as the boys give him the floor.
“She dey na” he replies “Shey she dey owe you money?
Nothing is held back this time as hearty laughter rings across the kitchen. Stone has shown that he’s not intimidated by their number.
“How she go owe dey owe me money?” Pappy continues in his rich baritone voice “Oga will you answer me joor!”
“Ormoh! I had to free her matter. She has too much wahala” Stone says in mock irritation, at the same time pulling out his phone and sending ‘hey baby’, with the appropriate emoji, via text to the female in question.
Mamba quickly chips in “Ehn! Why she no go get wahala, you don collect wetin you dey find na, so she must surely get wahala”.
Sarcasm eagerly drips from his words, and the light is passed from hand to hand.
The Yemisi situation is quite complicated and explaining would be a chore, so Stone is content to sit and let them guffaw to their hearts content. X-ray smiles intently at his tab, the goofiest of smiles. Instantly attention is diverted to his market.
“See as he’s smiling” Pappy tackles him “very soon now you go dey chase person away cos you wan use room”
The light flickers as everyone joins in the joke. X-ray only smiles at his tab when he’s expecting company. Liberty looks around and asks for a status update. He is duly informed by Mamba that the ceremony must be discontinued because all the trees had been set ablaze.
Liberty walks to the door, pauses and turns to bring up what might possibly be the last two matters arising.
“How far chow? And when we dey go jack?”
Exams are in less than a week. Asuu had scammed them. So much school work to cover, so little time. All five of them ask themselves why they hadn’t stuck to their beginning of semester plans of reading everyday. Again, there are no answers. The light finally flickers off permanently and only then are our heroes reminded that darkness has truly descended.
Plans are made regarding food and education. Stone’s phone vibrates with the full force of Yemisi’s reply. Encouraged by her unique choice of words he continues the conversation, as they all file out of the kitchen.
They make their way with confident steps and firm faces, walking to the tune of the different songs playing in their different heads. Some times however, the song is the same across all platforms and those are the truly special moments.
Upon reaching the main road, the council has one finale debate on the particular order the next three to four hours would take. Let the records show that this particular decision was reached through absolute consensus, amid several highly favorable comments.
Just as the journey is about to begin, Stone brings forth another option.
“Why don’t we go buy another bag instead?”
Side eyes all around.
They size him up like one would regard a madman and he laughs and repeats the question.
The opposition is strong and thorough but he stands his ground.
Three minutes later, the plan has changed.
Stone walks in front, now completely engaged in the conversation with Yemisi. She’s typing things that would excite even a Priest. Our boy is anything but a Reverend, so he replies with gusto.
X-ray is to his left, still focused on his tab as he considers the fastest way to clear the room.
Pappy walks behind, already thinking about going back for his pink pills.
Beside him is Liberty who is eyeing a group of females so hard it’s almost like he’s trying to rip their clothes off with his gaze.
Mamba brings up the rear, his mind occupied with his digital bet slip and the possibility that tonight just might be the night his ancestors listen to his pleas.
Five men, directing their singular energies towards the fulfilment of a common objective.
Five men working with time.
Five men united by the flame.
Darkness has completely engulfed the earth and the night is ripe for adventure. The Brethren shall reconvene.