A week later after Castro’s birthday, Monk Pat took a lengthy stroll to the forest as usual leaving Castro behind to look over the temple. Castro had had the long time plan of having a look at the city of Carten. He had lived all his life near the forest with the monk who seldom go out of the temple jurisdiction, his farthest visit had always been in the bush. The first time he entered UltraDope was when he was apprehended. When he returned to the temple, he saw everywhere quiet. He was expecting to see Castro running about and throwing stones at the birds of the sky as he always did.

He wasn’t that concern when he didn’t see him at first, he thought maybe he went to the bush to pop or get something. Few minutes later, the concern was exacerbating in his psyche. He walked around and asked the forest sojourner if they saw him and none could give an answer. Some even avoided answering the question because Castro was like a plague due to some inhuman trait they had seen in him.  

“Where could this boy be?” Monk Pat kept walking about.

Castro had ran away from the temple. His longtime dream of feeling how the world outside the temple looked like. He had had the long time dream of running away once the Monk disclose his origin to him as he promised when he clocked eighteen. Monk Pat kept yelling his name around the bushes with his red robe on. After a lengthy hour of trying, he gave up.

Castro had reached the city as he kept walking by the road side in awe tweaking his head around looking at the monumental building. His dressing left everyone looking at home in amazement because it looked too odd from those who lived in the city. Castro left the temple immediately the Monk informed him going to take a stroll around the forest.

He left the temple with some money on him. The money was given to him by some of those who did come to visit Monk Pat to for enquiries. Most of the money were usually collected by the monk because Castro had nothing buying and would rather be in the temple. Monk Pat did use the money he realize to send some of the market women to get him what they would be eating over the time. Monk Pat rarely eat, most time it was once in a day.

Castro was raising his hand waving it at everyone who was looking at him. Suddenly, some rascals surrounded him feigning like they were playing and they held his cloth as they were dodging one another. Castro was confused for a moment and within the twinkle of an eye, they had made away with the money he kept in his pocket. He didn’t noticed but he noticed different hands were patting his body.

Later in the evening when he reached a side, he was hungry and began to check his pocket for the money, that was the moment he had the reminiscent of how the money was obtained from his body. The cloth he wore was so big that money could lost from it, it was surprising. He stood up immediately and ran through the crowd to the scene. He was infuriated and felt like seeing those guys and punching their faces.

He almost injured some people while he was running amidst the crowd maybe he could meet up with the guys. When he reached the market square where the money was obtained. He began to tweaked his head around looking to see any of those guys. He had vowed to ensure he saw them before he would leave the market square, at the middle of the night, he saw the guys in group walking to the on the street when the market was empty.

He was seated beside a kiosk tired of searching for them when he caught sight of them. He regained strength immediately and walked up to them with his chest high like Burj Khalifa. When the guys saw him walking out of the darken side of the kiosk, they paused, they knew he was approaching them.

“You. All of you. You stole my money. Where is my money?” Castro said.

“What the fuck is wrong with this boy?” One of the guys said.

They were all quiet looking at him as he kept putting on the drama. They had no idea what he was up to. They kept their eyes on him looking in awe. They took advantage of him noticing that he was new to the market especially with the way he was looking around like he just came to the world.

Castro was about to attack one of them when a kick hit his leg from behind and he fell to the ground. He wanted to stand up and he was kicked back to the ground. This time, they had surrounded him. He began to tweaked his head around looking into their eyes.

“Do you want your money?” One of them yelled at him.

He couldn’t give an answer because the look he saw on their faces wasn’t friendly. He was seriously hungry and began to walk about begging for food. He had made a decision to also began to thief having the reminiscent of the trick that was used on him. He had decided to adopt similar trick. His aim was to make it to UltraDope where he would be meeting President Humohrey and asked him why he killed his mother and refused to stepped down since he ascend the position of presidency.

He kept having the reminiscent of that moment. He couldn’t keep it off his head, when he later got something to eat at the middle of the night, he slept in one of the market store where he had cold night. It was his first time away from the temple, it was a terrible experience. There was no cloth he could used to cover himself and he had the reminiscent of the soft bed he did sleep on. He didn’t want to return to the temple hence he ensured everything was cleared off his head.