a society that has allowed itself to be used by outsiders and glories at that.
Twenty chapter story set in the East African coastal city. Revolves around lives of the leading characters Izzie, Ten Ten, Irie Priest and Sista Nice pitted against King Dave and his henchmen Rootsman and Ras Willy Walla. All lived in the ghetto next to the sufferiation street, but fate smiled at King and now, powerful drug baron, and connected to a shady minister, uses his connections to exploit these innocent ‘rude bways’.
Excerpt
The narrative had no ending; he talked himself to sleep just like Izzie who was already deep asleep in the far away fantasyland. From the sky he saw a big joint of marijuana falling down. His hands stretched forth to grab it. He was scared but held it firmly in his trembling hands. Suddenly, lightning flashed forth setting it on fire. The gigantic spliff turned into a ball of fire and he found himself smoking it; one puff at a time until he found himself turned into a towering monster.
He started to laugh. He was suddenly in a large-scale ganja plantation and a huge bungalow in the middle of it. There was another flash of lightening from the South, which set ablaze the entire plantation. Before long, he was running for protection at the big bungalow as everywhere else was burning. Even his body caught fire as well. He tried fleeing but there was no use; he could not move an inch. He tried shouting for help yet no syllable came from his mouth. Everywhere smelled of smoke and flesh mixed with something like an expired incense. It was choking him and he desperately needed fresh air.
When he jerked awake, mosquitoes were working extra hard on his sweating face and his legs ached from kicking the hard wooden bench. He also found himself lying on the wet cold floor and one of the polythene walls was casually razing. He thought this was an extension of his dream. He sat instinctively.
‘Ten Ten get the fork up quick-quick. You five feet fool, look what business we have here!’ he cried.
He darted towards the street faster than a lizard nailing a fly as his dazed friend scurried for safety. Finding some more plastic and sticks they managed to put off the fire before it could engulf the remaining walls.
‘What happened? A little crowd of watchmen, thugs and the ladies of the night formed around the dead fire asked.
‘Keep off your noses’ Ten Ten shouted at them, irritated at their helpless-wait-and –see attitude as they had struggled alone to put out the fire. ‘Why didn’t you pee at it instead of standing?’
3 WAY MIRROR is about a lost identity as experienced by a twenty-eight-year old who thinks he's Charles Randall, until strange events suggest otherwise.
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