Chapter 15 :" Uncle!
254 Words
Tola woke with a sharp breath, blinking at the blinding chandelier above him.
White sheets. Gold curtains. A velvet bed the size of a football field
.
Where am i?
He sat up slowly. His body ached, but he wasn’t chained anymore. The last thing he remembered was darkness, pain, fire beneath his feet.
Now? Silk pajamas and AC.
A knock. Then the door creaked open.
A maid entered with a bow. "Good morning, sir. Breakfast is ready downstairs."
Tola stared, confused.
She left without another word.
He stood, stepped to the window. The mansion stretched like a palace—swimming pools, tennis courts, fountains dancing under the sun.
> "Where the hell am I?"
He followed the smell of fried plantain down the marble stairs.
On the second floor, two maids curtsied.
By the third floor, he passed cooks in white uniforms.
And on the ground floor...
Laughter. Music.
A group of men played cards around a table.
One of them stood. Tall. Dreadlocks. A scar across his chin.
> "Look who finally woke up. The legend himself!"
The men stood and clapped.
> "Tola! Tola!"
Tola didn’t smile.
> "Where am I?"
From the hallway entered a short, round man in flowing agbada. Behind him, eight men in black suits.
He opened his arms wide.
> "Ah-ah! Tola! My boy! Look at you! You’re a man now!"
Tola narrowed his eyes.
The man chuckled.
> "It’s been twenty years. Don’t tell me you don’t recognize your uncle."
Tola’s eyes widened.
> "Uncle?"
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