ONLY FOOLS FALL IN LOVE

Brenda and Maria, and all the females with her when tossed into the iron guarded cell, and she was seen in a dimly light and dirty cell, around her are lots of women who sprawl on the bare floor in deep sleep, and their snores could be heard reverberating in the crowdy environment.
The place was piled with prisoners awaiting freedom or death, as the jihadists are known to offer no other options except the aforementioned.
"Maria." Brenda tapped the sleeping lady beside her. Then announced as she stirred awoke, "we need to get out of here now."
Maria looked confused for a moment, "oh!" She replied as recollection settled in. "Yes, how are we going to get out of here?"
"Follow me," Brenda replied. She walked close to the rod that served as a protector and peeked through the hole.
"Hey guard, I need to pee." She screamed out, waited for a while, then screams out again when she was ignored. "Hey suckers, I need to ease myself."
Maria walked close to her, then banged the iron-railed and wailed along. "We need to ease ourselves now."
"Do that inside there." One of the guards crouched up in a chair woke up from his sleep, then cried back at them. "Keep your dirty mouths shut, am still sleeping."
"Fuck you, open this door now, else I break it down." Brenda threatened back with a scream.
"Go ahead, if you can." The guard replied.
"Hey sissy, keep mute, and let's sleep inside here." A woman among the inmates yelled at Brenda.
"You keep your mouth shut," Maria replied with anger.
"The lady stood from the ground, she is as tall as Brenda and well-muscled. She walked close to Maria, peered down at her, then asked back in a snarl. "Did you say something, bitch?"
"Yes," Maria replied. "I said go fuck your dad."
The lady struck at her throat, but Maria blocked her blow with her elbow, she hold the woman's shoulder with her two hands, hopped at her, and knocked her face with her knees.
The woman staggered back, wiped her face that is now spewing out blood, then at her two missing teeth, lunged at her attacker as she screamed out. "You are dead, bitch."
"Maria blocked her second thrust, she punched her back on the face, jerked her close, strapped her two hands at her back then heaved her up and smacked her face on the hard ground.
The screaming lady went dumb as she lay lifelessly on the floor.
What followed was total silence, then an uproar.
Some of the supporters of the fainted woman on the ground soon attacked Maria, but Brenda and two more women raced to circle her and fought back.
The conflicts soon escalate into riots, and women were seen kicking, punching, and smacking each other down on the ground.
The guards, at last, were forced to open the gate and they attacked the troublemaker with batons, but the women suddenly turned and attacked back.
The guards were soon swallowed up by the angry women, who soon put them to death, broke out of their cells, and then break down all the gates to free other inmates.
In a few minutes, the main gate of the prison was crashed, and the whole prisoners who by now had conquered all the guards soon escaped into the main street.
"Let's get out of here." Apollon777 cried out, whistling to Bobby far off, then signaling to him to join them.
"We need to get our horses back," Maria said.
"Yes, our journey will be difficult without them." Brenda agreed.
"Then let's go get them back now," Bobby said, after some moments of a deep breath.
"And the scepter?" Apollon777 inquired from Brenda.
"Save with me." She replied.
Horus and the two ladies with him soon emerged at the point of Geisha's genocide, Horus peeked around for a while, then motioned to the two ladies glaring at him. "Let's keep moving."
They soon passed the place where Zuri fell over the bridge and Dija informed Horus.
The alien fixed his two stony eyes at the spot as if storing them in his memory forever.
"Death is the end of all mortals," Risha muttered aloud.
"No." Horus objected. "Death is the beginning of the end."
"Whatever," Risha replied with a loud yawn. "I'm as tired as the wings of birds, and need to rest now."
"We have no time for sleep," Horus replied.
"Unfortunately, we humans aren't as strong as you. I also need to rest my weary bones." Dija said.
Horus, at last, gave up, and allow the two ladies to lay under the shadow of a tall baobab tree, close to the mountain beside the main road, then hopped into another shorter tree close by and soon sleep off.
Another column of guards in blue uniforms soon appeared far off, then galloped close to the two sleeping women on the mountain.
One of the men in front was recognized as a young man who is searching for love.
Reagan suddenly halted his house, swirl around, then galloped close to the two sleeping women and saluted them.
"Greetings to you."
The sleeping women snore back in response.
"Are they dead?" A guard galloped close to Reagan, motioned to other of his comrade to halt, then looked suspiciously around. "We need to get going, here is perfect for an ambush."
"A moment, please." Reagan dropped off his horse, walked close to the two women, and arch forward with a raised hand to touch the woman dressed like a mafia.
In a flash, Reagan somersaulted forward, then landed in-between the lady's thighs and a yelling voice boomed out.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Please... I just... I can't... Breath." Reagan choked as he stammered out his explanation. His eyeballs suddenly became huge, and he was at the point of suffocating when the lady released him, jerked him up, dragged and swirl him and a dagger suddenly appeared at his throat, then the yelling voice barked out.
"Tell your people to drop their weapons now."
When Reagan popped his eyes open, he quickly waved his hands to the guards at his back to drop their weapons, then pleaded with Dija to release him from her deadly pose. "We meant no harm, and I just want to ask a question."
Risha was at her feet glaring at the men in her front, she looked frantically around for Horus, then looked grimly when she didn't see him, then her grimly soon changed to smiling when Horus suddenly appeared at the back of the baobab tree and leaped beside Dija.
"I just want to inquire about a lady named Brenda," Reagan announced.
"I hate someone touching me without my consent." Dija let out, then pushed her captive off.
"We have never heard of the name," Risha answered back.
"Why did you seek Brenda?" Horus asked, he looked keenly at Reagan, and a smile suddenly appeared on his disfigured face. "Have I seen you before?"
"Yes," Reagan shouted back. We met when you are embarking on your mission of saving the world."
The alien and human quickly saluted each other, and Horus asked after. "Why are you here?"
"Am searching for my love," Reagan replied. "I still haven't given up on her."
Love, they say is the most complicated of all feelings, we all want love.
We desire to love and be loved back, we dreamed of unconditional and perfect love.
In our illusion, the one we want is the only one made for us, we call it soulmate, twin flame, or missing ribs.
Yet without this illusion, there is no reason to keep living. No tenacity to make a difference. No purpose.
It is love that can excel a man above his peers, it can turn a pauper into a billionaire, turn a coward into a braver soul.
Love is the engine that keeps us going, and when we wake up from a restless night, we scurried out to search for the needs of the people we love, regardless of our tired state.
Despite this perfection of the most inexplicable feeling on earth, one of its most proven weaknesses of it is its vulnerability.
Do you want to remain invulnerable?
Don't fall in love.
Little wonders, one of the greatest men that ever walked on earth opined that 'only fools fall in love."
Yet, the worst of all unpleasant feelings on earth is to love and not to be loved back.
Our ego is wounded, we feel worthless and pathetically mourn our broken hearts.
Then we become desperate, tried all we can, and sometimes lied in the process, and justified our deception with this saying.
"Women are moved by what they hear, while men are moved by what they see."
But when our desperation failed, we suddenly became violent, withdraw back into our shells, and started seeing the whole world as our enemies, while the one that once gave us joy became our number one foe.
The worst kind of hatred is the one that developed from love.
Did you doubt my reasoning? Asked the people of ancient Troy.