Revenge mission - S01 E07

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Revenge mission - S01 E07

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Revenge Mission — Episode Seven

Purity carried the two boys from the kidnappers’ hideout with careful, quiet steps. Their hands were still tied, but their faces relaxed when they saw her. They knew her face from the house and called, “Aunty Purity, is it you?” She smiled and said softly, “Yes, I am here.” Their small voices trembled between hope and fear. She felt a strange warmth when they hugged her, but she kept thinking about the heavy bag of money hidden beneath the blankets and the work still waiting for her.

After taking the children, Purity counted the money one last time. 500,000 cedis filled her bag and her heart beat faster. She imagined a new life, a small house and steady food. She had tasted poverty for many years and now the heavy bag was proof of her success. The boys sat quietly, watching her with innocent eyes. She told them, “We will eat and rest first.” They nodded and followed her steps. Purity felt a heavy mix of triumph and fear as she planned how to hide both the children and the money from the world she once feared.

Purity rented a small hotel room in the central part of Tamale. The room had two beds and a small fan that turned slowly above their heads. She purchased warm food and water for the boys. They ate with hunger in their eyes, filling their mouths with joy. “Aunty, you saved us,” one of them said in a small voice. Purity smiled, placing her hand on his head. “Yes, I saved you,” she answered, though inside she was already planning her next move. The boys slept quickly after the meal, tired and safe for the first time in days.

While the children slept, Purity counted the money again and made a plan. She distributed a small portion for food and kept the rest hidden under a mattress. She thought about the house and how she would return to her old place with new power. She felt strong and dangerous at the same time. Her life had changed; she was now rich in a way she had never imagined.

Outside, Tamale’s streets were busy with voices and the sound of market traders, but inside her room she felt a quiet that tasted like victory.

Purity returned to Dankwa’s mansion the next morning and resumed her role as a maid with a calm face. She swept the floors and cooked the meals as if nothing had happened.

The mansion grew restless with worry. Dankwa was worried.

Madam Rita cried softly in a corner, remembering Nancy and praying for her sons. Neighbours came by to ask and comfort, but no one knew where the boys were kept. Meanwhile Purity moved around the house with a steady face, giving water and folding clothes. She heard their fear and let it settle inside like a stone. She remembered how she had once slept in those streets and how hunger had taught her to be patient and then cruel.

Days passed and no calls came from the men who had taken the children. Dankwa paid the police and put announcements on the radio. He asked the city to pray and to watch for his sons. He feared a longer wait might mean terrible news. Purity watched him from the corner of the room, counting his steps and listening to his cries. She thought of when he abandoned her and when he killed her mother. Each memory sharpened her will and hardened her resolve. The children in the hotel laughed sometimes and played with small things she bought, but the laughter did not reach the house.

At night, Purity visited the hotel and sat with the children until they slept. She fed them and told them small stories that made their faces light up. “When your father comes,” she said softly, “I will bring you home.” The boys hugged her and closed their eyes, believing everything she said. Purity stroked their hair and felt a strange pain. She wondered if what she did was right. Yet her heart kept replaying the image of her mother lying on the floor. Her mission had no room for regret.

Back at the mansion, Dankwa and Madam Rita grew tired and worried. Dankwa started to drink more and his face became darker with age and sorrow. He visited places and questioned friends, looking for the men who took his children. He blamed himself for being unable to protect his family. “I must bring them back,” he told his wife. Madam Rita answered, “We will not give up.” They kept thinking the kidnappers might call again or that someone would bring news. They did not imagine Purity was the one who held their children safe in a cheap hotel, feeding them and smiling.

One afternoon, Purity collected her money and counted it again. She thought about leaving Tamale and starting a new life where no one would know her face. The boys played outside the small hotel and their voices were thin and hopeful. Purity walked around the room slowly, touching the notes and folding them with care. She dreamed of the house she would one day own and the face of her father when he lost everything. Yet her plan had not ended with money. She still had a deep thirst for revenge and her eyes burned as she whispered, "My next move is to eliminate Dankwa and his wife."

To be continued