Poverty. Nothing but poverty in this city.
But why should we let people hunger? Why are you letting this be? We aren't.
I cracked the lock.
"Hurry, take the things that are worth the most money," I said.
They listened with no complaint.
The poor rich man had many things. Money, food, just everything. He even had some huge paintings. We couldn't take those with us because selling them would be hard. What a disgusting person. Being abnormally rich by stealing from people who are already poor. It's a smart way, but the wrong way. People are witnessing poverty and are suffering from hunger, just because he wants a piece of paper on his wall. The life he lives is meaningless.
All of these were my thoughts, while I was walking through his house. I took every piece of money I saw. I looked around.
"Psst."
I tried to get Fajola's attention.
"Fajola."
She looked at me. I pointed to the cameras. Was that it? No more helping people? No. It could not be the end. I looked around and tried to get the others' attention too. Once they realized that we were being recorded, no one dared to move. He was rich, but that rich? I closed my eyes.
What. Can. I. Do?
I started to laugh quietly.
"Y'all remember the secret technique?"
They looked at me as if I was joking.
"You're not serious, right?" Imarogbi says.
"On three," I said, without thinking twice about it.
"One..."
They still looked at me as if I was bluffing. But I wasn't. Running was our only chance. We all had nothing to lose, after all. Except for Imarogbi, but that's something else.
"Two..."
"Three," I said, while I ripped the camera off the wall, and we all started to run out of the house. But this thing was huge. No one knew where we should run.
Then I heard it. It sounded like two pieces of metal hitting each other. A gun.
Before they could say anything, I pushed them out of the already open window. Fajola screamed, but I just laughed, and tried to roll off my landing. It did not work.
"Who is there?!" the owner of the house screamed, while trying to see us outside of his house while we were running for our lives.
After running for about a quarter of an hour, we reached the small cabin next to the small port we had built ourselves. The "Beacup" river was very good for us. Our small raft was still there, so we could escape nicely.
Finally, we all stopped coughing from the intense running, they started insulting me.
"What is wrong with you man..." Mantao said.
"If I wouldn't have pushed y'all out you would've been dead already. Be thankful," I said, while chuckling.
"Yeah, yeah..." He said, holding his arm in pain.
I looked down the river. The Hotel could already be seen.