Episode 1: Nocturnal

Prelude

Dusk comes too swiftly again. The premature day ended like the short lifespan of a mayfly. I find myself yet again scrupulously flipping through pages of old magazines and newspapers of previous weeks and months. I have often thought I’d make a good CIA agent. I know how to find things, most especially people. I am a vicious investigator and will research almost anything or any rumor. It has become quite a bit of an obsession. Information is power and knowledge is freedom. I want both and a thousand more of it.

I still cannot sleep.

I get distracted by spying silver stars of the evening skies; I reflect on every passing moment of life till I start to petrify. Echoes of the past infiltrate my ears, and I am too anxious about future events. I don’t want to be caught in the middle. I want to be in charge.

Life has been somewhat upside down lately and I found it difficult to sleep.

I usually have two to three cups of coffee daily, but the coffee wasn’t the cause of my insomnia. All efforts to rectify this proved abortive. I was bored and crazily restless and to make matters worse, I have a 9 to 5. I work as a PR officer in an established firm, in the heart of Victoria Island. My hobbies are taking photographs and writing stories. Staying awake was the fault of my body system but I was going to seize its advantage. Staying awake at night meant having extra time most people couldn’t afford. Then it dawned on me to explore this astonishing city as a nocturnal animal.

This was the beginning.