Their Dilemma 9
Mr. Denise Bailey’s and Mr. Phil Anderson’s POV
After they had their meeting at Mr. Phil Anderson’s office on Thursday afternoon, they mapped out a plan on how to annihilate Mr. Stephen Bailey. After brainstorming, they came to an agreement that they had to visit the island that was a home to the indigent members of the society incognito. When Denise’s late father, Mr. William Bailey, acquired the island from the government many years ago, he was faced with the problem of displacing them. In his benevolence, he reserved a portion for them, which they had been occupying until that day. By way of appreciation, they ensured that the Tourist Center is free from any form of attack from any quarter, and they had been enjoying that bilateral relationship.
After work, they disguised as buskers and beggars and got to the island dressing shabbily and flaunting five hundred notes. They tried as much as possible to adapt temporarily to the unkempt environment by ignoring the awful smell from the air and walked as though they were familiar with it.
Then, they got to a joint where many people living with disabilities, displaced indigents and beggars were drinking their locally brewed gin, while, some were polishing the shoes of their clients. They walked up to some with friendly looks. Now. Mr. Phil Anderson, who was the master planner, greeted.
“Good evening, comrades.”
They waited for their response as they locked eyes with them and studied their countenances. They were aware of their inferiority nature, which made aggressive and violent most of the time. Likewise, the indigent gave them a searching look too before one of them, who felt that they were not enemies or mockers, responded while their others looked on with an askance attitude
“Good evening to you. What do you want from us?”
Now, Mr. Phil Anderson rejoiced inwardly when they got the response. He believed that the first hurdle had been broken. Then, he appreciated.
“Thank you for your attention. We are comrades from one of the colonies, and we have come to share a piece of good news with you.”
Now, the comrades, who gave them an askance look, suddenly became interested in the piece of the good news as much as they were interested in the five hundred notes in their hands. They looked up from their works and drinks and fixed their gazes at them. They began to switch their gazes from their faces to the cash in their hands. Now, another person in the group rose from his seat and walked up to the harbingers of the good news and appreciated.
“Thank you so much, comrade. May we hear the good news, please?”
Then, Mr. Phil Anderson proceeded.
“Thank for your time, once again. We are not greedy, neither are we selfish. We benefitted this money from the government and…”
While he was speaking, the excited indigents interrupted him and began to ask questions.
“Wow! From the government? That is good to hear.”
“How did you get to benefit? Please let us know.”
“You have a good heart. We can’t wait to hear the good news.”
Now, Mr. Denise Bailey, who was familiar with them, took over from where Phil stopped.
“That is why we are here, comrades. We had privileged information that the government had given the owner of that resort near the lake so much money to give to us to sustain our poor lives. But that man, the owner of the resort, had taken all the money for himself.”
“Oh my God. Why are the rich so incautious about the poor?”
Then, Mr. Phil Anderson carried on.
“You are right. They aren't concerned about the poor, but we must fight for our right.”
The comrades agreed with him at once and declared.
“Yes. We must fight for our right. This injustice must stop.”
“That is good. We have taken the pains to bring you this privileged information. We have collected ours, you need to get yours too. Furthermore, we shall converge at the resort tomorrow by 4: pm and demand justice. Inform the other comrades, please. This injustice must stop.”
“Thank you so much. We will be there.”
“We will fight for our right.”
“The man cannot keep what belongs to us to himself.”
They took turn to say their opinions, but Mr. Denise Bailey and Mr. Phil Anderson were not through with their plans, they still have something up their sleeves. At this point, Mr. Phil Anderson proceeded with their magic tricks.
“That is good. We have one more thing, comrades.”
The comrades who were engulfed with the joy of what they would get from the government calmed down to get the next information.
“As we said earlier, we are not greedy nor selfish people. We know that it may be difficult to find your way to the resort, for that reason, we are giving up our five hundred notes. You can use it to pay your way to the resort.”
He collected the five hundred note from Mr. Denise Bailey, put it together with his and handed it over to the first comrade who they spoke with and warned.
“The money is for only those who are in need of more money and wish to be at the resort tomorrow.”
Now, their eyes shone like a precious stone when they saw them part with one thousand. The comrade who collected the cash was bewildered too, and he assured them.
“Who does not have the need for money?”
He inquired, looking at his fellows.
“Nobody. We all need money.”
They responded. Then, Mr. Denise Bailey spoke.
“That is good. My brother and I need money too. Let me emphasize on this; if you do not come for the money, the government will assume that we are comfortable and stop supporting us in the future.”
“You are right, comrades. We will not let this opportunity to slip off our fingers.”
“It all right. We will be there tomorrow to give you the support you need.”
“Thank you very much. We appreciate your comradeship.”
“That is okay. See you tomorrow.”
After they left, the comrades who were present divided the one thousand among themselves based on the opinion of the man holding the money.
“Comrades, in my opinion, I think we should share this money before the number of the people will multiply.”
They all concurred and shared the money before spreading the good news. Now, they were able to mobilize all the comrades in the colony to attend.
On Friday, when they got back to the Bailey Native Home from the Airport, they got their stuff from their car, and disguised like beggars. Then, they took the security officer and headed to Mr. Stephen Bailey’s Resort with their bucket of bolts. The father’s ancient car was an added advantage to their disguise. No one took a second look at them when they arrived at the Resort because they were very insignificant.
“Officer.”
Mr. Denise Bailey called when he parked at the road.
“Yes, boss.”
“When we get down, you will drive to the junction leading to the Tourist Center so that we will not be caught up with the traffic. As you can see, the crowd is already forming. If you stay longer, you may not be able to get out of the gridlock.”
“I got it, boss.”
They got off the vehicle, picked their backpacks and Mr. Denise Bailey handed the car key over to the security who did as he was instructed and drove off immediately. They walked along with other comrades who were heading to the resort. As planned, over one thousand comrades came out to get their money and were chanting:
“Give us our money.”
“We need our money.”
Mr. Denise Bailey and Mr. Phil Anderson mixed up with the angry indigents and raised their voices too.
“The owner of this resort is a thief. He had stolen our money.”
“He must provide our money. We are not going to leave until he provides the money.”
Now, the Resort was in disarray, it was easy for them to move about and mounted their bombs at strategic areas and waited for detonation. After they mounted their last bomb that targeted the underground, they began to walk back to join other comrades and to warn them to vacate the environment and that was when they ran into Jude Addy who was already disguised too. By their estimation, it will take fifteen minutes for the bomb to detonate, and that was enough time for the comrades to get off the premises. Now, they were certain that all was set and no live would be lost according to their father's warning, they spread out and began to shout.
“Run for your lives. They had planted an explosive. They want to kill all of us.”
Jude Addy, who was not too far from them, re-chanted the same message at the top of his voice, even though he was starving and weak.
“Run for your lives. Explosive.”
They chanted while they ran out of the resort premises and headed for their car. Incidentally, it was the peak time. Many motorists were off work and were not prepared for such a crowd on the road. The police knew that there was danger when they heard ‘explosive’ and at that time, there was disorderliness on the road.
Meanwhile, Mr. Denise Bailey and Mr. Phil Anderson who were running along with the angry comrades were not aware that a comrade was running up to them until he pleaded in a very polished manner.
“Hey! I think we are going the same way, can I get a ride from you?”
“Hop in.”
When Mr. Denise Bailey asked him to get into the car, he thought that he was one of the Comrades who they spoke with at the island the previous day and could not afford to pay his way back. Their reason for going to the Island instead of returning to the Native Home was to avoid being on a different route with the comrades.
Then End of Mr. Denise Bailey’s and Mr. Phil Anderson’s POV.
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