Enkindle

          Mawufemor was abruptly awoken at dawn one early morning, exactly one week after being held in the Ho Police cells. It was the In-Charge, who had a gloomy expression.  “My son, be prayerful. God loves you.” “What have I done this time?” Mawufemor inquired, still partly asleep. "Young man, hmmm. I want you to know that you have a wonderful destiny, but the devil is out to destroy it,” the officer continued speaking.            Mawufemor was emotionless as he sat in his cell. He had become so accustomed to false accusations that he anticipated them every time. Due to his stammering, he always had difficulty expressing himself, especially in emotionally charged situations. His coping mechanism over the years was to remain silent when accused and accept the consequences. He came to this conclusion because he frequently heard individuals assert that people only stammer when they intend to lie.     ...

  Mawufemor's head was filled with numerous thoughts as they trekked along the desolate road leading to a location only Scorpion knew about.  "What kind of operation are we undertaking?"  "We didn't even plan or discuss it as usual!"  “No one was assigned a role; there was no strategy adopted too!” As these thoughts raced through Mawufemor's mind, he continued to speak to himself. His heart wasn't at ease for some inexplicable reason.  "Let's hurry!" Scorpion yelled from the front. "This mission is time-bound!"  It was 6:30 p.m., and the sun was practically asleep in the cosy blankets of the evening sky. The moon was prepared to take over the night shift from the sun. It cast its beautiful light upon the route of the young scoundrels as they hurried to complete their upcoming operation on time.  “Stop!” Scorpion instructed suddenly.  They could see a small figure dancing and skip along the road in front of them. "That voi...