Conquest

The Zedek Diaries. Part 1. Episode 2

Sep 132017

“Please sit”, the sweet old lady motioned me to take a seat, her eyes still glued to me. “I can see why he chose you. You have the same traits.”
I was a little unsure.
“Are we here for the same person madam?” I asked as gently as I could.
“Why? Yes.”
“Mr Shonibare? Mr Kunle Shonibare?”
She stared at me for a moment, smiling as she did. I could see the sparkle in her eyes.
“Of course. Well, not Mr. Shonibare. At least not to you.” She beckoned on the waiter and ordered some wine. “He told me he has made the introduction.”
I stared blankly.
“Or has he not?”
Then I remembered his text message.
“Uhm… Zedek?”
“Yes, Zedek.”
Her smile grew into a wide grin as she clasped her hands on the table. I could not help but notice the exquisite jewelry. The diamond ring, silver bracelets and…was that a diamond stud on her necklace?
Wow!
“Well, I wouldn’t say we have the same traits. He’s a magnificent leader.” I looked down at my cheap wristwatch. It was about the only ornament I had on besides my ear rings. “Do you know where he is?” I asked.
“Of course.” She batted her eyes. “I know where he is. And I wasn’t comparing your traits with Zedek’s.”
“Who then were you comparing me with?”
“What’s your middle name?”
“Natasha”
“No. Not that. The one your mother gave you.”
“Kofoworola.”
“Yes.” She blinked. “Kofo.”
“Why is that important?”
“It is the name of someone very dear to both of us.”
“Hold on.” I stammered. “I don’t even know your name. Who are you? Who is he? What is going on? Why am I here?”
“You have many questions.” She whispered as she raised her right hand before her face and admired the diamond ring.
Slowly she placed both elbows on the table, balled her right hand into a fist and began to rub the ring with the index finger of her left hand, all the while, keeping her gaze on me.
“I came with your answers my dear.”
“Are you even human?” I ventured.
“Not exactly.” She answered.
“Is Mr Shonibare – Zedek- is he human?”
“Not exactly”
“Are you aliens?”
She paused a minute as she stared deep into my eyes. I was scared I had asked the wrong question.
“Over there.” She pointed at one of the waiters as he stood to take orders from a guest. The guest was being rude and totally obnoxious.
“And there.” She pointed across the street to a little blind beggar that stood by the zebra crossing. He stood there every day with his stick in his right hand and a bowl in his left. He sang ever so beautifully. He attracted lots of comments and sympathy and low-denomination notes.
I turned to the lady in white.
“You’re wondering what similarities exist between them?”
I nodded.
“Well, plenty.” She rubbed her thumbs together, her elbows back on the table. “For one – they’re not human.” She paused. “They’re angels.”
I gasped.
“Yes. They are. And there are many others around you of whom you have no idea. From little nameless people on the streets, to some of the CEOs you respect and admire, we have our staff everywhere in this dimension.”
I raised my head to look at the waiter. He was still being berated by the customer who railed on and on. The manager had arrived and was doing the best he could to assuage the situation. The waiter stood by, hands behind his back, head bowed.
I turned to look at the beggar on the on the street and he was not there anymore.
Shocked, I rose to my feet to see if I could locate him somehow. I couldn’t.
“Did he…?” I struggled to say the words.
The lady in white nodded.
“He vanished? Disappeared?”
“Yes,” She responded. “And you only noticed because I pointed him out to you. You would never have noticed.”
I did not know how to react.
"Look that way." She pointed at the crowd that had piled by the Zebra crossing. "Look carefully."
I saw the young blind boy moving swiftly through the crowd. No one seemed to notice him or pay him any mind.It seemed as if he was invisible. He stopped by a lady who was searching frantically through her bag. That was when I noticed another man with a hood over his head. He also moved briskly through the crowd and seemed to be heading for the lady. The "blind" boy snapped his stick and the broken pieces morphed into two fiery stilettos. I could see the fire in his eyes as he stood between the lady and the approaching man in the hood. The hooded man must have been invisible too because no one seemed to notice him. No one saw the scimitar he brandished rather brazenly. He stopped in his tracks. I could not hear him but he seemed to be shouting in anger. Then he turned and walked away. The boy bent over and picked something from the floor. Someone pointed at him and yelled. The crowd turned towards the beggar who was suddenly visible to them at this time. He was back to his blind state, staff and bowl in hand. The lady yelled angrily at him and snatched whatever he had picked up from his hands. It was her wallet.
"What just happened?" I stammered.
“There is a lot going on in this world of which you have no idea."
"I don't think the man wearing the hood was coming to steal her wallet."
"Of course not. He would have cut her down. She would have slumped. And died. The official cause of death would have been fatigue."
I was dumbfounded.
"And she was so ungrateful." I was pained. "She did not know. He picked the wallet she had dropped carelessly and returned it to her."
"Yet, you saw how she reacted." She let her words sink. "There is a raging battle. The human race is at stake. The solution, ironically, has already been provided. But your race is distracted. You are distracted. You’re distracted by things you would spit on if you got to see your real value. You are distracted by the ephemeral. Your need to prove a point has clouded your true purpose, and your race is being lured to a pit that will swallow it. The human race in on the very brink. This is why I have been sent to you. My name is Salome. I am the Dream Maker. I have a message for you.”
With that she rubbed the ring again and it began to glow.
Without any warning, the little glow burst into a million magnificent lights that filled the room. Everything happened quickly.
I could not tell where I was or what was going on.
But I heard voices.
Many voices.
Next week.

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