WHAT BILLIONAIRES TASTE LIKE

He stroked his hair as though he was feeling his words. He kept to his silence and pouted his red lips for the first time.

Nku noticed his pouted lips but did not know how much he was hurt. His anger always paired with cigarette and Nku saw it coming; Ferguson’s chagrined face and his hands fondling quickly into his pocket for cigarette. Immediately the lighter glowed at the butt, Nku said lively, “Guys we are good to go.”

Everyone sat down except Azuaka Jnr. He was gazing at Ferguson.

“We will be sacrificing our Christmas for this project,” Nku said, staring across them. I crave your hard work and cooperation. Developing software as this, demand brains and brawn and we’ve got both.” He pointed to the luggage. “In that luggage you will find the Rolls-Royce of software gadgets and coded machines. All we pray for is life, life to see this software make us rich. The Monkeys’ software will be running at five seconds baud.” Nku’s face was beaded with sweat. He took off his jacket and tossed it in the sofa close by. Hush silence hung over the boys as they were all ears, as though anything missed now would deprive them their money. Azuaka Jnr. summoned his stare around Nku; his pink lips that offended his vanity and lush beards that tickled his mentality. They watched Nku as he took a cigarette in between his lips and Ferguson lit it. He puffed narrowly before he continued, “Electronically Baud means speed, so upon launching into any bank account it will steal money at five seconds speed. In other words, every five seconds someone in this world goes broke, Monkeys.”

“Yes!” Agu chanted and then again. “Yes!” he stood up and pummeled his fist into his palm. “We are made. Too much money, my fellow Monkeys! I can’t wait.”

Azuaka Jnr. rubbed his palms as though he was about devouring a hot pepper soup. He watched Ferguson walk to the fan switch, crackled the knob and the blade started off slowly. Azuaka Jnr. cursed him inwardly, asshole. Let’s see how you survive this project. He smiled thinly, the smiles of one suffering suspicion. “That means the more account number we have the more money we will steal,” he said.

“Yes,” replied Nku. “This is the time to reap from a project that will end poverty in our generations. We will keep rendering the world broke until death do us part.” He coughed, dimmed his eyes and drew from his cigarette. “Our meeting place will be in hotels and no particular one precisely; that’s the only way we can wade off police. The police are everywhere and we can’t afford to lose this project. I will always ring you guys whenever we want to meet,” said Nku. He pointed his cigarette across them, “Whatever we steal will be transferred automatically into our e-account from which will be dispensed to every Monkey. Am I understood?” he asked, casting his stare across them and they shook their heads. “But one thing is remaining.”Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

I know it is about the money, Azuaka Jnr. thought as his heart pounded.

“I hope we’ve our money,” Nku said abruptly.

Hearing that, Agu had his seat; the drag of debt helped him do that.

“We can’t do anything until we settle our software financiers in New York, I told you guys. I can’t afford to disappoint my backers. Tomorrow morning work begins, but before that we will wire the thirty million dollars into their accounts. So have we got our bills, Monkeys? Without the bills this project can’t go on. It’s as good as flying back into our roosts,” his voice crammed Agu and Azuaka Jnr. into the boring thought of how they got their money, how unable they were about a complete bill.

Azuaka Jnr. kept rubbing his nose; it was about letting himself down before Ferguson; I am naked before the crowd now; I am not going to tell them I stole my father’s gratuity. Am I? This mad man must not know about it. I will tell them I sold all the acres of land my father have just to get that money. I think Nku will consider me, he thought.

“That’s the problem,” Agu said gently. “Today will be our last time in this house. The buyer couldn’t cough out ten million dollars for the bungalow and Benz.” His hands gestured across the sitting room and his pitiable looks shot. “I got only seven point five million, son of man.” He looked across them and stared at Azuaka Jnr; he wanted him to say something.

He was befuddled about how to start but then he said, “I could only lay my hands on five million dollars. I…” He was about saying something when Agu cut in.

“Yes, even Azuaka that is here stole his father’s gratuity to get that money. It wasn’t easy for us.”

Oh God! Oh God! What is wrong with Agu? What is wrong with this asshole? Did I tell you to talk on my behalf? Azuaka thought.

It lashed Azuaka Jnr. in the heart as he stared at the floor. He could feel the eddy of disgust around him, the eddy of disgust from their eyes, especially Ferguson’s blue iris. He would have to sort it out with Agu much later.

Nku rubbed his palms and looked at his tattooed arms, as though what he was about saying was embedded in it. He hoped to sound benign. “I am sorry, Monkeys. There is nothing we can do at this point.” He slumped in the sofa. “I am sorry.”

After he said that everywhere was dead.

Only Ferguson was smoking and his white face was the only life they could see; Azuaka Jnr. saw his unwavering smiles and stared at the floor. Agu was busy pleading to Nku in whispers and the next moment Azuaka Jnr. looked at Ferguson, his red lips moved.

This is the time to earn their loyalty, Ferguson thought. “I will foot their balances. Let the Monkeys’ software go on. We can’t afford to lose out now.” he said, rubbing Nku on the shoulders. “But only on the condition, that you Monkeys will pay back as soon as we start rendering the world broke.”

What is he up to? What does he want? Azuaka Jnr. thought.

Agu went on his knees and held Ferguson’s hands. “Oh Christ! Thank you very much, Ferguson. I owe you my respect. I will pay back. Thank you. I can’t thank you enough.” His head kept shaking at Ferguson’s smiling face.

Everyone was waiting for Azuaka Jnr. to say something.

Azuaka Jnr. kept to his silence. He perceived Ferguson wanted their loyalty because of his bossy offering. But he, Azuaka Jnr. would not be his loyalist. “I mean anything for the Monkeys. I will pay back,” he said coldly from his hate, as if it rolled out carelessly from his mouth. He did not see anything likeable about Ferguson, anything about him that inspired loyalty. Nku and Ferguson kept staring at him while Agu fetched the champagne for a toast.

“Monkeys!” Nku chanted as soon as they got a fluteful of the wine. His voice came with the up rush of sadness; something about Azuaka Jnr. posing a problem to their empire.

“Blessed among monkeys!” they chanted in reply and gulped their wine.

The three of them stood to the toast except Ferguson who gazed into his wine. I hope I survive this asshole, he thought, staring at Azuaka Jnr.

Later in the evening, while Agu was asleep in the sofa, Azuaka Jnr. overheard Nku and Ferguson discuss him at the veranda. Ferguson reported to Nku that he was falling out of recognition, especially by Azuaka Jnr:

“That creep, Azu … or whatever he is called is sucking into my skin, maybe because I’m fortunate to be a Monkey. See, I don’t give a damn if this is his California. If he tries any further suck into me I’m gonna sharpen my sword with his blood.”

At that time Azuaka Jnr. was somewhere around the window. “We will see to that,” he mumbled through clenched teeth.