AILY DIET***** =====MAD AGAIN (Episode 6)====By tackle ya obstacle

****DAILY DIET***** =====MAD AGAIN (Episode 6)===== When it comes to driving, Christy was a specialist. She could even drive a car on the sea, and her driving skills can be traced to nowhere but to her father’s mechanic workshop. At the tender age of 8, Christy already knew how to drive a car. Her father would sit her on the driver’s seat of different cars and encourage her to drive. She was scared at first, and she could barely see beyond the bonnet. But, along the line, her father taught her to anticipate how to maneuver whatever she sees few metres away before getting to it. “Daddy, can’t I put something on the seat to make it higher?” Christy asked, as a child that she was. “No. My dear. You can’t.” He replied, smiling slightly. “ If you do, your legs would not be long enough to step on the pedals.” He added. At the age of 10, Christy could conveniently drive a car around their street, even though she stretched her head to see beyond the bonnet. Few months after Christy became a teenager, life gave her family a bitter pill to swallow. Her father’s business hit a hard rock, and it was just a matter of time before the workshop became void of cars. During a heated argument about money, Christy watched her dad pushed her mum against the wall, and that ended her life. Christy cried her eyes out, and her father could not believe his eyes either. He didn’t intend to kill his wife that mothered their only child and daughter for years. But, for fear of facing the law, he ran away with his only daughter to a neighbouring country, where he changed his identity, his job and even his name. “What do we do now?” You asked Christy, as she drove the car through the thick dark night. She kept quiet, without saying a word. As she stirred the wheel like an expert she has become over the years, her mind reflected over her life since the day her mother died. “What do we do now?” You asked again, out of anxiety. The bag of gold sat calmly on your laps like a child on his father’s laps. “Is my father dead?” Christy asked you with tears taking over her face. The question caught you unprepared, and you didn’t know what to say. “Who is her father?” You asked yourself. It was almost immediately it occurred to you that Powa was Christy’s father. “Don’t get too close to my daughter” Powa warned you the very first day you got to his house. He also made a reference to Christy as his daughter some other time, but you never thought about it that way. It was that very moment it began to make sense to you. You wanted to say something to kill the silence between you both. The silence that was so loud that it could deafen your ears. “I’m sorry” You mumbled. Christy did not act as if she heard you. Instead, she stole a glance at you as she said, “Give me the bag”. You looked at the bag on your laps, as if trying to ask her the exact bag she was referring to. “I said give me the bag” She shouted. It was at that point you realized that she intended consoling herself with the bag of golds. “No” You struggled to say, as you changed the position of the bag from your lap to your right side, away from her reach. You were ready to fight for your freedom, and the bag of golds was your only escape from the street. “Nothing would stand against my Okirika business.”  You assured yourself. In a jiffy, Christy reached for the bag, and got a hold on the handle. “Christy, leave this bag” You advised. But instead, she dragged it to her side, dragging you along. With one hand, she controlled the car, as she battled with you with her other hand. Both of you were determined. The car danced in different directions, and Christy seemed not to care about that. Before your very eyes, the car swayed off the road, into a ditch, and at that very moment, everything came to a halt. Everything. Even the struggle between you and Christy.                                                                                        © 2016. Austus Ofmat Nwanne Is Powa dead? Is Christy dead too? What happens to the bag of golds? How did you journey from the ditch to being mad? Answers to these questions are in the next episodes. The story remains Mad Again. I’ll come your way again with the next episode.