Skirmishes in persia!

It had been a rather tumultuous week for us all... Musa, the agent of the house where we are temporarily putting up in had been constantly harassing us for money, using us as his cash cow. He would smoke weed and get high then come with a group of thugs to harass us to either part with some money or leave the house and quite sadly and reluctantly, we always comply with his demands as Mom always sue for peace by preventing QT, Hamz and Karl from getting violent with them or calling his bluff, the times are hard and it's been pretty difficult having to dole out money to him virtually every week with our heartbeats sent racing as we always have to hurriedly hustle up some cash to meet his demand any time he comes calling.

Recently, Mom was able to get Musa to a sit down to draft an agreement on how much he wants to collect in bulk and for him never to show his face to harass us until the duration of the agreement had elapsed. Thankfully, Garba, our former gate man  arrived just in time to act as interpreter as Musa wasn't well versed in english language nor Mom in hausa. Garba had found it difficult living on his own and securing a steady job with a regular income to support his family in far away Sokoto state so he chose to come back and stay with us, as a mark of loyalty and having a sense of family in our home, despite our condition. Finally, Mom and Musa were able to reach an agreement for us to stay 3 months at a rather substantial amount of money but Mom, through the grace of God was able to pay and we were quite relieved we won't be seeing Musa's face for quite a while.

To blow off steam and let our hair down after a rough couple of weeks, QT had rather unusually suggested that we all go clubbing that night, this is unusually so as QT rarely suggests a fun day or night out and would rather pump steel in the gym. I declined going as I knew Mom won't buy the idea of all of us going out at night and leaving her alone at home... A home that outwardly looks deserted and almost dilapidated, furthermore, she hates the idea of night reveling, so mentioning "club" to her would mean them not  going altogether as she won't allow it. Hamz excitedly declared it was a good idea that I stay with Mom,

 "...After all, you're the sister we never had, so it would be cool that you stay at home with mummy"


 Tuning his voice at ''mummy'' like a little kid with his face contorted like a sad puppy ostensibly referencing me being a mummy's boy. My eyes swiveled angrily at him as I  pointedly told him not to get on my nerves! Later in the evening just some minutes after six pm, Mom arrived home from work early complaining of waist pain so after I'd served her dinner and ran her bath water after which she had her bath, an hour later, I help knead some pain relieving ointment into her pelvic region after which she retired early for the night. Karl, QT and Hamz all excited, quickly took her car keys and drove away to the club after getting dressed to the nines in party gear ready to have the fun of their lives whilst I binge-watch on empire on my laptop with a big bowl of roasted corn beside me as I munched away.

 Club Persia is a hip, fun and modern club situated in the city center, it boasts of state of the art facilities, lush vip areas and the lighting and sound system is avant garde to say the least, huge guys with rock-shaped abs bouncers trail every entrance and stand at virtually every corner of the club to contain overzealous club goers or perverts who might want to take advantage of women or even men. The guys arrived at the club's premises and were directed by the club's warders on where to park as the premises was filled to the brim with exotic cars by party revelers ready to bust some moves and have fun. After they had successfully parked and alighted, my brothers went to pay for their tickets and had their sticky hand bands serving as tickets handed them which they tied around their wrists after which they proceeded into the club. Things got positively intense pretty quick as Karl and QT danced together while Hamz quietly slid away to caress and lure some free girls he saw who apparently look like newbies to the party scene to dance. The dancing and beer guzzling et al went on in the club until a female party goer who was with her man got pretty fed up with him, apparently, she was high and this kept her dancing non-stop whilst her man who  wasn't the dancing type  just wanted to sit and have drinks while watching her dance, she got irritated and came towards Karl and QT whose bodies were strong looking and banging and with a wave of hand, flicked her braided extensions  in a rather outrageously flirty manner all over Karl whose energy was pumped at this level and with the assumption she was free, held her around the waist and together, gyrated to Rihanna's "work" whilst QT couldn't stop giggling at the sight. After a while,  the girl who was cladded in a scandalously short yellow figure-hugging outfit with yellow lace detail in the bust area which shows a generous view of her cleavage with sky high stripper heels, changed partners and went towards QT, placing her hand on his shoulder lustfully and as QT got closer, she threw her hands around his neck, cradling ever so lovingly, the back of his head with Karl closing in from the back and the girl giggling so excitedly, they were clearly at the crescendo of exhilaration and fun while Hamz was at the other end of the room, face deep in a random girl's neck taking in her cheap cologne with his hands behind her waist, full with the girl's derriere, all was well in the world... then it happened!

QT heard a deafening sound in his ears so suddenly, he must have thought a bomb went off inside the club, it took a few seconds before he began to feel the stings of a hard slap explode through his cheeks for him to know the sound was from a slap he had just being dealt with, he got so confused and didn't know how to react, he turned back and  saw a half empty wine bottle swinging forth in the air mid-motion towards him, he swerved just in time as it smashed on the floor and the ladies in the club screamed, tensions escalated so fast as a furious QT, wondering what he had done to deserve this from a stranger, engaged the guy who slapped him in fitscuff as Karl also joined in and Hamz seeing as his brothers were fighting with some guys, even without knowing what was wrong or who caused the brawl, wasted no time in picking bottles and smashing all over the place as the skimpy cladded club girls scuttled away in chilling screams while the hefty looking bouncers jumped into the dancing arena like charged bulls to quell the rising violence as it had become a free-for-all fight as all the guys and some brave girls turned at each other, some were upset that they were stumped upon, others joined in because their fun had being ruined and the bouncers joined in to restore order and in a matter of minutes, pieces of weaves, broken teeth, broken bottles and blood littered the floor. It took the intervention of a few policemen from a nearby police station to quell things and virtually all the men were rounded up to the police station for questioning.

I woke up around 5 am, hoping to see my brothers quietly taking off their timberland boots as they retired to bed but they weren't back, getting rather perplexed, I picked up my phone which I had put on silent mood before retiring to bed hours earlier and saw a combination of eight missed calls from my brothers, startled, I jumped up from the bed and tried to call them back but realised I'd run of out of credit as the pre-recorded sweet female voice of the operator came through announcing I had no credit, so I dropped my phone and tiptoed out of my room and quietly entered Mom's room whose door wasn't locked, stealthily picked her phone then went out into the sitting room to call them but naturally, they weren't picking as they probably thought Mom had found out they weren't home and was calling them.

After several tries, I then texted them to let them know  it was me so I called again and they picked up amidst sighs of relief as they lamented they had been arrested and needed me to come bail them out,

 "...But I don't have any money and how the fuck did you guys get arrested... whatever am I to do now?"

 I queried, Karl's voice came on as he collected the phone from QT and asked me to check inside his luggage in a brown envelope where he kept some dollars and nairas and for me to take five thousand naira, I almost screamed in shock,

 "Karl! You're a fucking punk, so you have money in your bag and I've been suffering for lack of money a lot these days and you couldn't be bothered? Good lord!"

 Hamz grumbled in the background, asking me to just do as Karl has said and grill Karl later. I went into his luggage, took some money and went out, even though I was scared as it was around past five am, everywhere still dark and eerily silent, I went and woke Garba up and told him where I was going, he handed me his touch and saw me off to the main road where It took forever to get a chartered cab and after I did, prayed in my mind all the way that the driver shouldn't be a vampire and thankfully, he wasn't as he soon arrived at the station, dropped and waited for me as I went to the police station to bail my brothers out. They came out of the cell looking haggard from the scuffle that had taken place in club and the horrible stale smell of the cell that had settled on them mixed with different cologne from hugging several women at the club, the cocktail of ooze was repugnant as they trotted out while Hamz kept scratching his arms from mosquito bites he sustained from the cell.

 We were all silent on the way home as they obviously regretted the events of the past few minutes and I didn't want to get into a fight with them as I occasionally stole glances at them, seeing the bruises and cuts they had sustained and Karl whose complexion clearly revealed all the bruises and red spots in all its glory as they probably ponder over what excuse to give Mom as to how they went to bed peacefully and woke up looking mauled!

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