The madman who took in the surviving twin witnessed everything the young man went through. He had hidden behind a large tree and was not ready to reveal himself to hand over the second child. “This one is mine; he is my child, and from today he will belong to me. No one will touch this child as long as I am alive and healthy. I will raise him at any cost and provide him with everything I can. This child will live the life I couldn’t finish, and anyone who harmed my life will be repaid by this child, every step and every part of the world where I was wronged. You will be named Jabir,” he declared emphatically, his words showing clarity and purpose rather than madness or mental illness.
He left the scene when people began arriving to help extinguish the fire, but it was too late. Only the body of the woman was found; the bodies of the children were not recovered. Due to village beliefs, many assumed the children had been burned to ashes, so their remains were buried, although the chairman claimed they had all necessary government documentation, which they never received. Thus began the quest for REVENGE.
Denilo Felix was the real name of the madman who managed to leave with one of the twins from the village. He fled to the nearby village. Upon arriving at the edge of this village, he did not continue as a madman but transformed himself significantly. He shaved off all his beard, trimmed his hair, and began wearing ordinary clothes.
No one recognized him as a madman due to his drastic transformation. He claimed to be an investor interested in small-scale farming to avoid suspicion from the village. The chairman welcomed him warmly, though they were surprised by his arrival with an infant who was clearly without a mother. The man explained that the child’s mother had chosen a modern urban life and abandoned her child, and he, unable to abandon his own blood, had taken the child with him.
He fabricated a story to ensure the child's safety, and the villagers heavily criticized the woman who had left the child, calling her heartless and unworthy of being a mother. However, had the truth been known, no one would have dared utter such words. Denilo built a modest house, as he did not appear to be wealthy, and was given land by the village. He started a new life with the child, whom he named Jabir, and engaged in farming and beekeeping.
His dedication earned him great affection from the people of the village, who promised to help him raise the child.
One evening, as he sat outside his house with the child in his arms, gazing at the fire, the man smiled slightly and said:
"Some people say I am mad, and others say I live a very difficult life, but is it true? Hahahahaha, no, I am neither mad nor poor. Although I have lived a hard life and may not succeed in living peacefully until I die, through my child, I will live in peace for a second time. I have another side to me that is very dangerous," he declared, looking up at the moonlit sky.
"I will repay the betrayal of my country," were his final words as he gazed upward.
"My name is Felix Mgisha, but those who know me call me Denilo Felix. I gave myself the name Denilo because of a Chinese fighter I admired and followed closely. That fascination led me to develop a strong love for the art of combat, not just admiring it but mastering it because it has become my way of life. Right now, I am a dead man, a fact I am sure some people are already celebrating.
However, their joy is misplaced because I am still very much alive.
"I am not insane, as the world has perceived me during this brief period. Neither am I dead, as some people celebrate and cheer. My heart is filled with immense pain because my country has betrayed me, and those few who decided to sacrifice themselves, including the legitimate father of this child.
"I was a spy in my country. I am one of the individuals in whom the country invested a lot of money to train, but this has only led me to live in constant hiding.
"I do not live a difficult life as people in the village thought. I chose to live that way to protect my life first. I have money, but there is no place where I can use it peacefully. Therefore, I decided to live that way so that no one would suspect anything about me, and I succeeded by living as a madman. I lived that way for five years during my work, which has brought me to this point.
"Over four years ago, there were reports of the importation of aid medicines into our country. Although it was announced as aid, it was not true that these medicines were for aid purposes because these people were exchanging gold to bring in those drugs. There was a second plan that we, the security people, and the director set up by asking several questions about how the government could agree to give up so much gold to receive drugs labelled as aid. Where and how could aid require such huge payments? That was the question that needed a comprehensive answer within a short period to prevent the country from entering into significant trouble.
"That situation led me and three of my colleagues to be assigned to investigate the matter very carefully. One of us was a street informant, gathering information on what people were saying about the issue to prevent a large panic if the public started to whisper unofficially about it. He sold squid in different neighbourhoods, one day you would find him in here, the next in there, just to gather enough information. Another of us was involved in network matters. He provided us with information on any changes and was used to steal data from the people who brought those drugs."
"That individual was our most reliable source, providing us with ninety per cent of the necessary information. He also had access to all our details, even the devices implanted in our bodies, which he operated himself. This gave him the power to harm us if we were deemed traitors, as the devices could disrupt our circulatory system if activated for that purpose.
"I was assigned one of the most challenging tasks compared to my colleagues. I had to gather all information regarding the drugs brought into the country: whether they were safe, and if they were meant to be an aid, why did they demand such exorbitant payments in gold? That's where my work began. I had to pose as a madman near the facility where the drugs were secretly stored, and all my answers would be obtained there. But dealing with them wouldn't be that easy. This is where I understood why I was chosen for this task. There were two reasons. First, I was an exceptional fighter, so if I were discovered, it would be easier to escape. Second, I was a doctor, and having medical knowledge made it simpler to obtain accurate answers compared to another person being placed there.
"I started my mission immediately, which took five years of investigation and pretending to be insane around those areas. The drugs were stored at the Bright Future Medical Centre before being distributed to dispensaries and major hospitals with high human traffic. More than twice, those people suspected me, which led them to start tracking me silently, but they found nothing because I anticipated such scenarios and was extremely careful.