Evictees: Anyone Can Be a Prime Minister

By K. R. Wilson

By the early 2020s, the United Kingdoms political ambience has historically deteriorated. The public majority is totally disengaged and discontented at the failure of corrupt politicians, their policies and ancient systems.
Racial tensions have reached an all-time high and John Brown, the leader of the Britain for British; a far right political party takes full advantage of the fragile situation. He finally manages to make his racialist father proud of him and takes revenge against his nemesis, an undeserving Sam Smith.
Sam Smith, a young courageous and intelligent black man is no stranger to racism. He is the founder of the One United Kingdom party and has an ambition to radically change the world of politics, forever.
John Brown however halts Sam Smith in his tracks. By utilising his weapons of political position, power, finance and resources, John Brown hatches a racist revenge plan that causes catastrophic disruption, not only for Sam Smith and his family, but for every person in the UK who is not white British.
Sam is forced to take drastic action to save their life's but will the love of his life survive the test of time?
This novel is full of love, passion, excitement, shock,
fear, heartbreak and humor.
A storyteller of real substance

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Oct 13, 2015
• ISBN: 9781504988056

K. R. Wilson

Author K R Wilson is a British born writer that lives in Sheffield, South Yorkshire. She has received numerous awards for the outstanding contributions she has made to her community and its people. In 1999 the author co-founded a community newspaper and became an editor-journalist. K R Wilson has always enjoyed writing from a young age and has a natural poetic ability. She became a popular radio broadcaster on various community radio stations. The author is an experienced DJ, stage manager, host presenter and a very enthusiastic and positive person. She is a confident and eloquent public speaker who loves helping others in need. K R Wilson is a local celebrity that is destined to achieve international recognition and stardom, for her straight talking and controversial storytelling and writing. The idea for Evictees first came about in 2008 as an originally blockbuster film idea. The author decided to write the book first, hence this novel. Evictees Anyone can be a Prime Minister. K R Wilson is currently busy writing the sequel novel, Evictees Arrested ‘A storyteller of real substance’

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Contents

Dedication

Acknowledgements

About the Author

A word from the author

The Main Characters

Summer 2022

August Bank Holiday 2022

Winter 2022

February 2023

May 2023

November 2023

December 2023

5 December 2023

Spring 2024

Summer 2025

Spring 2026

Summer 2026

Autumn 2026

December 2026

February 2027

April 2027

May 2027

June 2027

July 2027

August Bank Holiday 2027

Dedication

I dedicate this book, firstly, to my beautiful mother, Jean Ellis Nee Wilson, whom, without my existence would not be possible. I thank her for the constant flow of love, humor, strength and patience. I write this novel while caring for my dear mother, she has advanced Alzheimer’s. She loves me but I love her more.

Also to my two dads, both are very precious and dear to me.

A special thanks to my four children and daughter in law for their precious inspiration. Thank you for believing in me as a natural creative author.

To my five grandchildren for their love, affection and much needed joyful respite.

To my blood family who make me feel proud and truly blessed.

To my friends who were a constant source of valuable motivation, inspiration and support. I love you all

Acknowledgements

The following websites have been acknowledged for the usage of procedural information that is contained within the public domain.

Office of Communications – Communications Act 2003

The Electoral Commission – Elections regulations and timescales

Gov.uk - systems, policies and procedures

www.deewarburton.com – for the design of the book cover, Evictees logo and K R Wilson logo

About the Author

Author K R Wilson is a British born writer that lives in Sheffield, South Yorkshire. She has received numerous awards for the outstanding contributions she has made to her community and its people. In 1999 the author co-founded a community newspaper and became an editor-journalist.

K R Wilson has always enjoyed writing from a young age and has a natural poetic ability. She became a popular radio broadcaster on various community radio stations. The author is an experienced DJ, stage manager, host presenter and a very enthusiastic and positive person. She is a confident and eloquent public speaker who loves helping others in need.

K R Wilson is a local celebrity that is destined to achieve international recognition and stardom, for her straight talking and controversial storytelling and writing.

The idea for Evictees first came about in 2008 as an originally blockbuster film idea. The author decided to write the book first, hence this novel.

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K R Wilson is currently busy writing the sequel novel,

Evictees%20Fire%20Logo.tif Arrested

‘A storyteller of real substance’

A word from the author

Thank you for choosing to read the first edition of my debut novel. Evictees – Anyone can be a Prime Minister. This novel came from one of my blockbuster film ideas. I shared the film idea with friends and their feedback was positive. They all asked if I had written the book, no, was my usual answer, until I realised that in order to progress my blockbuster film idea, I needed to write this book first.

Writing this novel has been a real emotional rollercoaster and it provided valuable respite from my intense caring situation. I spent months preparing to write this book and seeking out writing tips from bestselling authors. I was inspired by a letter I received from Jilly Cooper. I hadn’t started writing when I opened Jilly’s blue coloured envelope. A writing tip that instantly spoke my language, simply said, if you want to write then write, write anything just write. Well, I started writing and I haven’t stopped yet.

I always excelled in English and loved telling stories, in the junior school shed; I was often surrounded by pupils keen to hear my realistic storylines or was it my expressive demonstrations? The stories were usually serious subjects but apparently, I gave them a comical twist. Evictees – Anyone can be a Prime Minister is a book covering some serious issues but also includes humor. One issue is racism, a subject I personally feel very passionate about. Racism within the twenty first century needs seriously addressing. I decided to courageously hit racism straight on the head and tell it, exactly like it is.

Before racial discrimination became an illegal offence in the UK, racism was blatant. You could see, hear and ‘feel’ it. Since 1965, the UK’s Race Relations Act has been amended a few times. Racial discrimination became a criminal offense rather than a civil one. However, the Equality Act 2010 replaced the powerful Race Relations Act 1976. Subsequently, specialised services of racial discrimination and victimisation became lost in a maze of equality strands for equal pay, sex, disability, religious, age, gender and employment. All equally important issues but let’s get back to racism. Racist people didn’t stop being racist because they were forced to take down their derogatory posters and keep offensive language and opinions to themselves. Yes, racism became less blatant. Nevertheless, it was still there, festering deep within their insides, burning up and bursting to come out. Racial tensions has reached scalding hot, boiling point. The racialists want their say and their own way, once and for all.

Evictees – Anyone can be a Prime Minister gives the racialists their say and their way. It also provides them with the political position, power, finances and resources to do whatever is necessary to achieve their goals. The storyline follows a few families that are on different sides of the fence. Share their experiences and join them on their unique journey.

John Brown, the leader of the Britain for British, a far right political party executes his revenge plan with a personal and racist intent. John’s plans don’t only have a negative effect on Sam Smith, a young courageous and intelligent black man but his family and the rest of the non-white individuals within the United Kingdom. Does Sam have what it takes to survive the worst journey of his life and to save the love of his life? Read on to find out. I hope you enjoy reading this book as much as I have had writing it.

The Main Characters

Sam Smith

Ken and Maria Smith, Sam’s parents

Edith and Johnny, Sam’s Grandparents

Brian and Jessica Campbell, Sam uncle and aunt

Jen, Rob and Bev Campbell, Sam’s cousins – Joe Wallis, Jen’s husband

Stacey Jones, Rob’s wife, Damien, their son

Ben Ward, Sam’s best friend

Andy and Jayne Ward, Ben’s parents

Shirley and Christine Ward, Ben’s twin sisters, Ryan Lee, Shirley’s husband

John Brown

Vicky Taylor, John’s wife, Tina & Tony Taylor, Vicky’s parents Vicky’s brother, Alan Taylor

Tracey Brown, John’s sister and good friend to Jen Campbell

Claire and Melvyn Brown, John and Tracey’s parents,

Ahmed Khan, Tracey’s husband

Safia Abdullah and Mohammed Khan, Ahmed’s parents and Tracey’s in laws

Shahid Khan, Ahmed’s brother and Kam, his wife and Sharaz their son

Nailah Khan, Ahmed’s sister and Nasir Ali, husband. Sasha and Zain, children

Adam Abdullah, Safia’s brother, Shazia Abdullah, Adam’s daughter

Ali Khan, Mohammed’s brother, Amir Khan, Mohammed’s nephew

James Carter and Lyndsey Fisher, Sam’s friends

Paul Sellers, John’s friend and Sadie, Paul’s wife and Sandra Walsh Paul’ secretary Jack Naylor BFB Member

Maisy, Maria’s friend and her sister Sarah

Kay Simpson, Rob’s friend

George Walton, Ken’s friend

Linda Hill, Claire’s friend and colleague and Jack Miller, Melvyn’s friend

Roy Mead protest organizer and editor of Peace2All paper

James Milburn news reporter, Sarah Peel political Jill Sullivan - European

Steve Williams - Leader of the British Brotherhood

Professor Joe Swaby – Surgeon and Raf (Rafique Ali) his colleague

Julie, Jakes mum, Jill, Katy’s mum and Donna, Harry’s mum. Nursery parents

Shakeela and Copy Cats – Celebrity singer songwriters

Phillip Jones – Minister for Health

Alan Simms - Employment & Enterprise

Melvin Wilson – Chancellor of the Exchequer

David Evans - Foreign minister, Dale Winters – Environment Minister

Denise and Francis, MP’s wife and girlfriend

Luther and Wilfred …… Kings of England

Summer 2022

Sam and Ben had been best friends for so long they couldn’t remember not being best friends. They went to the same nursery, primary and secondary schools and attended the same college and university but studied different subjects. Sam had gone into government and politics at college and economics and social studies at university. Ben studied IT software and programming and a multi-media management respectively.

They both felt and deep connection between each other and were more like divine brothers. Sam was black and Ben was white but it didn’t make any difference to them.

They’d finally graduated with first class degrees and they both looked very smart in their graduation gowns. Their families were in attendance at their graduation ceremony at the Steel City Hall in Sheffield. The university had brought forward the graduation ceremony dates this year, to free up the autumn and winter months as a trail.

After the ceremony, the family queued for the photographs and afterwards, while the others bought souvenirs, Sam and Ben, the new graduates rushed to the toilets.

A relieved Sam came out of the cubicle adjusting the zip to his trousers. Ah, I needed that. he grinned.

It’s a part of the health regime, drink more water and make more trips to the toilet. Ben laughed for seven seconds, stopped and looked at Sam.

Sam, did you see John Brown?

Yes, he left early because of his surname and he just managed to scrape through with a third class degree.

Yeah, and he probably cheated to get it.

Ben, you could be right because he’s capable of it. The main thing is that we got our first class degrees with no cheating. It’s all about knowing your stuff, inside out, upside down and all the way around, from start to finish.

Sam, that’s how we rock n roll. Ben slapped Sam left arm with his right hand.

Benny boy, it’s got us this far and it will see us through to the end.

Sam, there’s something about him, the way he stares at us when he thinks we’re not looking, but especially the way he looks at you when he thinks I’m not looking. That’s the one! That’s the look that could kill you dead in an instant. I still don’t trust him after all these years. I’m sure he’s up to something and got an evil plan up his dirty racist shirt sleeve. Ben eyes slanted as he spoke with contempt and conviction in his voice. He straightened the flat square hat that kept slipping from its proper position.

Sam washed his hands and looked at Ben through the mirror.

I hear what you say and I will add him to my personal risk assessment. We have to prepare for every eventuality. Sam’s mobile phone vibrated. He’d turned it down in case it rang during the ceremony. It’s a text from mum; they’re all waiting for us in the car park. Come on, let’s take our gowns back and get out of here.

Sam headed for the door and Ben followed.

Everyone was going back to Sam’s parent’s house due to it having a larger capacity. It was a four storey, six double bedroom detached house within two acres of meticulous gardens and enclosed grounds offering privacy and security.

Maisy, a good friend of Sam’s mother, Maria, was waiting for their arrival. She was only five feet two inches tall, very petite, with pretty cute features, she was a lone parent of four young children. Her mother was looking after them today so she could help with Maria’s special graduation meal and serve dinner.

Maisy greeted the family with a big smile as the four executive cars pulled into the driveway. She directed them into the splendid dining room. The dining table was huge and seated twenty two people when extended. Maisy had set it out beautifully for seventeen people today.

There was Sam, his parents Maria and Ken, Nan Edith and granddad Johnny, Aunt Jessica, Uncle Brian, cousins Jenneffer, Robert and Beverley. Ben, his parents Jayne and Andy and his twin sisters Christine and Shirley, they were five years younger than Ben and Sam.

Maria with the help of Maisy and Jess had being preparing for this celebratory homemade meal all week.

Once everyone was seated comfortably and had helped themselves to a drink. Ken stood up.

Sam nudged Ben who was sat to his right, here we go another ceremony. Sam whispered.

They both looked at each other and smiled as they both knew Ken was notorious for his long heartfelt speeches.

As if, Maria had read their minds, she placed her hand upon her husband’s arm and said.

Ken darling, please keep it brief.

Ken faced her, gave one nod in agreement and started to speak.

Ahem, I would like to thank God for everyone being here today. Your attendance and participation is truly appreciated. Ken looked around the table at everyone, to include them. Samuel he paused and looked directly at Sam. You are my only child and I am, we are… taking a quick glance at Maria, so proud of you. Proud of the commitment and dedication you’ve shown towards educating yourself to such high standards of achievement. Not only now but as you have done all of your academic life. Today is proof that if you work hard and focus on achieving your goals you will surely succeed.

Everyone nodded in agreement. Ken continued,

Benjamin, you are my adopted son, unofficially. Ken added the last word with a big smile. Everyone knew official papers hadn’t been signed and Ben hated being called Benjamin. I want you to know that we are all very proud of you too. Jayne’s eyes filled up with tears. You have been Samuel’s best friend since nursery and have grown together like brothers. You have always had the freedom of this house, your second home…

Ahem, excuse me, first home. He spends more time here than at ours. Sorry for the interruption, please continue. Andy looked directly at Ken and smirked.

Jayne looked at Maria and put both her hands up with her facial expression saying ‘She couldn’t argue with Andy’s comment’ and smiled through her happy tears.

Anyway, before I was correctly interrupted. Ken smiled. Benjamin, you and your family, are my family. I love you all and you’re always welcome here.

Maria gently kicked Ken from underneath the table; he had been telling them the exact same thing for over twenty years.

Last but definitely not least, I would like to ask everyone to raise their glasses, and congratulate the new graduates, Samuel and Benjamin. God bless you both and congratulations.

Everyone in turn congratulated Sam and Ben and they raised their glass and took a drink.

Now, we can eat. Maria said and everyone burst into laughter.

Maisy had asked her sister Sarah to assist her. She and Sarah walked into the dining room carrying two large platters of salt-fish fritters on a bed of crispy salad that they placed on the table. There was homemade mango chutney and chili pepper sauce.

Thank you Maisy and Sarah, please come and join us when you’re ready. said Maria.

Thank you Maria and we will do, as soon as we’re finished.

Maisy and Sarah went back to the kitchen and returned a few minutes later with bowls of rice and peas and succulent cooked down chicken in its own juices. Seasoned roast chicken, fried dumplings and steamed vegetables. Desert was a healthy dish of fresh fruit salad with sweet pineapple, melon, grapes, mango, strawberries, kiwi and oranges. There were four jugs of iced cold mango punch. The punch was another one of Maria’s specialties.

Maisy and Sarah joined the family and sat down to tuck into their meal. After dinner the family presented their graduation giftsto Sam and Ben, while Maisy and Sarah cleared the table and then left to go home.

Ken, Andy, Johnny and Brian went to sit in the lounge to watch television and participate in ‘men talk.’

Maria, Jayne, Jessica and Edith went into the conservatory to sit and relax whilst their food digested.

As Jenneffer, Beverley, Christine and Shirley went into the garden for some fresh air. They all seated themselves on the terrace looking onto the beautiful well-kept garden and placed their drinks on the table.

So what you young ladies been up to lately? Jen asked.

I’ve been busy finishing my college work and getting ready to go to university in September. Chris responded.

Great, so what course you doing Chris and at which uni?

Bev was listening attentively but Shirley had heard it all before so just watched the birds and the squirrels go about their daily lives.

I want to go into nursing and then become a specialist doctor, maybe a pediatric doctor, because I’d love to work with children. I’d stay in Sheffield, as it has one of the best medical training schools in the UK. People come from all over the world to attend courses here, plus our children’s hospital is legendary. Chris said proudly.

That’s great and sounds like you’ve got your entire career plans sorted, and following in your mum and dads footsteps. If you work hard and know your stuff like our Sam and Ben, before you know it, we’ll be celebrating at your graduation party. remarked Jen.

They all laughed including Shirley who had come out of her nature amazement trance.

Oh, I can’t wait to reach that stage; Sam and Ben have done exceptionally well. Chris said in awe.

It was a brilliant day today and I can’t wait to see all the photographs. Shirley said taking a sip of her mango punch.

I bet there are some brilliant ones, and everyone had their turn with the first class graduation superstars. laughed Bev. She couldn’t wait to see the photograph of her and Ben but told no one. I think the photo of everyone together will be a good one. added Bev. They all agreed.

Christine and Shirley were twins but unidentical; as Shirley had her father’s brown eyes and her mother’s thick blond wavy hair. Christine had her mother’s stunning electric blue eyes, just like her brother Ben’s but her eyes were bigger and rounder, she had their father’s dark brown nearly black hair but hers came down to her waist. She’d worn her hair down today but usually had it up in an untidy bun. They’re both a size ten, Chris wore a black designer maxi dress, with gold belt and earrings and black strappy heeled shoes. Shirley wore a short sleeved floral sun dress, which came above her knees with white low heeled court shoes. She also had her hair down and it was past her shoulders in length.

Shirley was beautiful but knew it, as Christine was strikingly beautiful and didn’t have a clue. They both had different personalities and ambitions.

Bev was Sam’s youngest cousin; she’d just finished attending college, where she had been for the last two years with Chris and Shirley. Bev studied hair and beauty with Shirley as Chris had studied biology, physics and chemistry. Bev was 5ft 5ins tall, also a size ten that came in handy when borrowing clothes, and she had worn a white boot-cut trouser suit with a red sequined halter neck top underneath the jacket. Her natural hair was shoulder length but she had weaved in a curly hair extension that made her hair seem a lot longer than what it was. She had false eye lashes and make up on that made her look very attractive.

Shirley looked at Jen and said.

We’ve all being busy studying and not much else, boring really, what you been up to Jen and how the nursery doing?

Jenneffer, who liked to be called Jen, was Sam’s eldest cousin; she was often smartly dressed with everything coordinating, from head to toe. She was five feet 6in tall, with a slender curvy figure, a size twelve-fourteen, depending on whether or not it was a good day. She had a smooth naturally bronzy brown completion and sparkling features. She was thirty, and ran her own business, ‘Little Angels’ a private nursery for six month olds to pre-school. Jen graduated with her childcare and nursery management degree, when she was twenty two and had worked hard ever since to build and develop her business, that provides an excellent quality childcare service for working parents.

It’s all going brilliantly to be honest. We are full to capacity so are looking at our options to extend the facilities and this week we’ve achieved our ‘Investors in Children’ quality mark. Jen was proud to inform them.

Congratulations… responded Chris.

That’s fantastic, well done Jen. Shirley added.

I’ve been invited to a friends wedding next month at the Cutler’s Ballroom, why don’t you all come with me? Jen offered.

Sounds great, let me know the exact date and I’ll put it in my diary. I’d be happy to come with you, is there a dress code? Chris asked.

Who’s getting married? asked Shirley.

Apparently the dress code is that you can’t go OTT ‘Over the Top’ enough for this occasion. So you can get out your ball gowns, dress up like a Christmas tree and really go for it… Jen smiled and dealt with the quick fire questions and sudden excitement.

Ball gown? Ah, I don’t know what I’m wearing but I’m there already. You can count me in. Bev was thrilled.

Me too, after all it is the summer holidays now. Shirley added excitedly in her craving for fun.

It’s Tracey Brown’s wedding, she’s my good friend and coordinator at work. She’s lovely and marrying a man called Ahmed Khan. I’ve met him a few times; he’s really nice, polite, and good looking. He’s got his own grocery and retail businesses and they’re blissfully in love. Jen placed her hand on her heart. Our Sam and Ben know Ahmed from university and they’ve been invited too, I’m sure.

Sam, Ben and Rob were upstairs in Sam’s room. It was located on the top floor of the house and was the size of the full diameter of the property. It was open plan so you could see to the other end of the room but was sectioned off into different areas. The bedroom had a super king sized bed suitable for Sam who was six foot two inches tall. It had fitted wardrobes, built by Sam’s dad and large enough to fit all Sam’s and some of Ben’s clothes in. There was a dressing area, an en-suite shower/bathroom, a lounge area with two huge brown leather three seater sofas that doubled up as king sized beds. Ben had claimed one for when he stayed overnight. There were a wall mounted eighty inch flat screen, plasma smart television, home HD cinema surround sound system, a six tired bookshelf stacked with reading and reference books, and a shelf with various CDs and DVDs. An old oak desk with computer and all in one printer, filing and storage cabinets, Sam’s working and study space.

All this lead into what Sam called the ‘entertainment suite’, an absolutely unique space to entertain guests, with stylish bar with under bar illuminations and contemporary lighting and seating, fitted shelving, fridge, a DJ setup with the top of the range digital Technics turntables, CDJs, mixer and computer, all wired up to the surround speakers and a full size snooker table.

The room was surrounded with radiators that were decoratively covered; large UPVC triple glazed and leaded windows on all walls. There was a double door to the rear with a pleasant balcony that looked out onto the back garden. All the windows of the house had external shutters that were latched open.

Ben flopped down and stretched out with his feet up on his sofa, Rob sat on the other sofa and Sam went to the fridge, got them all a cold can of pop and sat down beside Rob.

Oh, I think I over did it? Rob said whilst crunching up his face and rubbing his stomach.

You always, over do it. Sam laughed.

I don’t blame you Rob, the food is so delicious, Mama Maria can really cook. I’ve always said she should open up her own restaurant. said Ben.

They all rested and enjoyed the relaxation time.

Sam was sat with his head tilted back, looking up at the high ceiling and sighed.

Rob’s mobile phone rang and broke the few minutes of silence. Hello… Rob answered. Ah, are you alright? Long time no see…, oh, I wondered what had happened, I’ve tried to ring you a few times, so is this your new number? Okay…, I’ll save it…, great stuff…, when? Tonight? Where? What time? Okay, can I have three names? Me, Sam and Ben, okie dokie will do, brilliant see you then. Rob’s eyes widened as he finished the call.

Sam and Ben didn’t move an inch until they had heard their name mentioned, they looked at each other curiously then stared at Rob.

Wha gwan fam? Sam asked using his Jamaican twang.

Sam had quite a few twangs that he could adapt to accordingly depending on the company and circumstance.

That was Kay Simpson a good friend of mine. Shakeela and supporting acts are on stage at the academy tonight and she’s got a guest list. I told her to put our names down so are you guys up for it? Rob already knew the answer and was looking very pleased.

Shakeela? You mean thee, Shakeela? Ben asked in amazement and without blink once.

Yes, the one and only Shakeela. confirmed Rob. Kay said that we can go back stage to meet her if we want.

What time? Sam asked.

She is due on stage about eleven o’clock so we need to get there for about ten. answered Rob.

If we want? Rob, I think we definitely want to go back stage, you can count me in. said Sam.

Count me in too because I’m not missing Shakeela live in the flesh. Ben sprang to his feet energetically and started dancing and singing one of her famous tracks Eyes don’t lie.

They all laughed. Rob texted Kay.

‘Full names as agreed are: Sam Smith, Ben Ward and the amazing Rob Campbell see you at 10pm.’ The time was six fifteen so with plenty of time to get ready Rob challenged Ben to a game of snooker, best of three. Ben won the first game and Rob won the second game so it was a tie break. The two young men concentrated like professional snooker players in the championship final at the Crucible for the last game.

Sam leisurely sat on a bar stool and watched them play.

It was Rob’s turn to break, but he doesn’t quite manage to snooker his opponent.

Ben pots a red, bringing the white ball perfectly in line to pot the black, he pots another loose red after that, onto the black again, he then takes a shot at a red to go into the middle pocket but it misses and spreads the other red balls.

Agh… Sam groaned as if he was in pain. That could be the mistake of the game Benny boy, has he given the decider game away? Or will he get another chance? Not if our Rob is on the job. Sam jokily commentates.

Rob ignores him and circulates the table, studying the ball formation whilst rubbing more chalk onto the end of his cue.

Rob pots a red, then the black, another red and back for the black again, Oww, they all moan at the same time but Ben’s were done with sigh of relieve as the white ball follows the black into the bottom left pocket.

Ben takes his place at the table and positions the white ball. He pots a red, then the blue, another red, then onto the black, another red then onto the black again, then again and again.

Good shot shouted Sam. Rob was observing silently.

Ben went for his next red and missed, leaving the table open to Rob. Rob was adamant he was going to salvage the game; there was seven red balls left, then onto the colored balls. Rob played safe and tried to snooker Ben but failed miserably. Rob turned, picked up his drink and had a big slug.

Ben came onto the table potted a long shot red, then onto the black, another red then the black ball shuffled around the hole but didn’t go in.

Too hard. said Sam.

Rob was given yet another chance to clean up the table but after two pots lost the table to Ben who cleared up every ball including the last black.

That was a good game, I enjoyed that. Sam patted the two players on the shoulders.

Not for me. Rob shrugged off Sam’s hand and placed the cue in its holder.

Better luck next time bro and it does make a change for me to win. Ben looked triumphant at Rob. Sam was an unbeatable player.

Well, I’m not even going to try and beat our Sam but I thought I had a chance winning you. Rob drained his can and threw it in the bin.

Ah, good shot! Ben laughed. Stick to can throwing in future because when I’m on point, you’ve got no chance. Ben checked his phone for the time. Its seven thirty, I’m going to my house, sort a few things out, get ready and I’ll be back over here for nine thirty.

Sounds like a plan, see you then. Sam agreed.

Ben shook Rob’s hand. It’s been great to spend some time with you and good game, let’s do it again sometime soon.

Rob huffed and chuckled at the same time.

Yeah, I’m going to win you next time.

Whatever! See you both later. Ben laughed and made his way downstairs.

Yeah, laters and don’t be late. Rob turned to look at Sam.

In fact, I’m getting off too because we got to get ready for tonight. Are you driving cuz or do you want me to drive?

You can drive, if you don’t mind. said Sam.

No worries, I’ll be back here for no later than nine forty five. Rob headed for the stairs.

By the time, Ben got downstairs, soon followed by Rob. Bev and Jenneffer had already left; Bev was staying over at Jen’s for the weekend.

Jayne, Andy, Chris, and Shirley were all stood in the foyer and ready to leave. They were packed up with bags and containers full of food and goodies including a piece of homemade Jamaican cake that Edith had baked.

Thank you so much for a great day and the dinner. The take away will save me from cooking tomorrow. Jayne gave Maria a hug and kiss. Ben, are you coming home? Jayne shouted over as he reached the bottom of the stairs.

Yes, I need to sort a few things out and get ready. We’re going out tonight.

This announcement seemed to get everyone’s attention.

Going out tonight? Where to? asked Shirley.

Everyone else turned to Ben, looking for the answer.

Oh, just to the academy to meet Shakeela. Ben’s eyes lit up.

Shakeela! Agh! Can I come? I’ve got my own money and can pay for myself. Shirley pleaded.

No, not tonight sis, maybe another time, we’ve been lucky to be placed on the guest list. Look, I’m going home and I’ll see you there. Ben walked out of the house, got into his car and drove off.

Come on Shirley, get in the car or we’re leaving you. Ken, Maria, thanks again and see you soon. Andy sat waiting in the driver’s seat with the engine running.

Shirley got into the car and crossed her arms with the face on.

Bye, drive carefully. shouted Maria.

Bye. shouted Ken. They waved them off and went back inside.

Rob was in the lounge saying his goodbyes to his mum and dad, nan and granddad.

He hugged Maria. Thank you Aunty Maria for a great day, I really enjoyed the meal as usual. said Rob appreciatively.

You’re welcome anytime, you know that, are you going to the academy tonight too? asked Maria.

Yes, me, Sam and Ben, a friend of mine has put us on the guest list and it should be a good night. Anyway, I’ve got to love and leave you all, to get ready and be back down here in an hour and half, to pick up Sam and Ben. Bye all. Rob shouted as he made his way out of the house to his car.

Bye Rob, see you soon. shouted Ken.

Nana Edith and granddad Johnny were in their late seventies and lived at Sam’s house, their bedroom was on the ground floor to the rear of the house due to their restricted mobility. They were Maria’s biological parents. Both had been born in Jamaica, Edith was from St Mary’s and Johnny from Hanover. They had come over to the UK in the 1950’s to work on rebuilding the UK after the devastation of the Second World War.

Maria set about her nightly routine. "You look tired mum, are you ready to go to bed? Maria rubbed Edith’s shoulders.

Oh yes, it’s been a long day, I’m ready for my bed to lie down and rest. replied Edith.

Maria escorted Edith through to her bedroom, sorted out her medication, helped her undress and settled her down for the night.

Sam looked through the dressing room mirror while he splashed his latest designer aftershave on. Jen had bought it him as a graduation gift. After double checking to make sure he had got everything he went downstairs.

And all because, the lady loves Milk Tray. said Brian in a deep commercial voice, as Sam entered the lounge.

Ken smiled and started laughing.

Do I look funny or am I missing something? asked Sam. Confidently thinking, whoever this lady is, she’d be lucky to have him tonight.

Ignore them Sam, there’s nothing wrong with the way you look, you look really smart. said Johnny.

Thank you granddad, you’re a man who knows good quality taste when he sees it. Sam responded smirking at Johnny.

Uncle Brain’s just copying an old television advert, where a man all dressed in black, swims the deepest sea and climbs the highest mountains, just to deliver a box of milk tray chocolates for the lady he loves. explained Ken.

Ah, so what Uncle Brian is saying, is that I look like a romantic stunt man. Sam questioned trying to be serious.

You look absolutely wonderful, drop dead gorgeous as always. Maria said as she reentered the room and took a seat next to Johnny.

Well yes, but more like a romantic hero because he did it just because his lady loved milk tray chocolates. replied Ken.

Ah, I remember that advertisement because all us ladies were left wishing our very own romantic hero would come and bring us chocolates. said Maria dreamingly.

Yes, and some of us are still waiting for ours. Jess walked in the room and sat down besides her husband Brian.

They all burst out laughing apart from Brain who was looking comically unimpressed. His joke had turned on him, which made them laugh louder.

I’ll have you know, I’ve had my days of being a love struck heroism. Brian said smugly.

Jess shrugged her shoulders and shook her head from side to side, I can’t remember, I must have blinked and missed them days. she teased. Everyone laughed at Jess but their laugher slowly died when they saw Brian annoyed face.

He crossed his legs and turned away from Jess.

She leaned up against him and rested her head upon his shoulder but facing the others. I’m only joking, he’s a real romantic at heart, Jess put her hand on Brian’s knee and rubbed it. In fact, I remember a time when we first met, before we had the children and… she managed to say.

Brian stopped her in her tracks, put his hand on top of hers and placed it on the sofa. Don’t even go there Jess. he warned.

Jess had a big cheekily grin on her face. She could never share with them the extent of what they got up to before having children and how Brian had risked his manly reputation and life to bring her flowers and chocolates, but she so loved to tease him.

Sam’s Aunt Jess, was his father’s older sister. She still looked good to say she was fast approaching sixty. She had dark hazel eyes, dyed black hair so looked younger than her years and twice a week, she had an hourly work out in the gym with Brian. They lived at Sam’s house with their daughter Bev. Jen and Rob used to live there too but left a few years ago when they bought their own properties, at a bargain price off their Uncle Ken. Jess and Brian’s bedroom was on the first floor, across from Bev’s bedroom where she used to share with Jen. Rob’s old bedroom was on the first floor too but was now used as a guest bedroom.

Good evening. Ben walked in a little later than planned.

Wow, check you out. said Jess admiringly.

You’re looking very smart tonight Ben. complimented Maria.

You scrub up really well. said Brian.

Thank you. Ben responded with a beaming smile. I thought I’d make an effort tonight, seems as we’re going to meet my superstar, the beautiful Shakeela. He rubbed his hands together as if to warm himself up.

I’m sure she will be honored to meet you all. Maria said lovingly and looked at them very proudly. Her two young boys were now two very handsome young men. Then in walked the third. Rob arrived at nine forty five and looking equally sharp.

You guys ready? Rob smiled.

Well, if it’s not the three musketeers ready to go party. said Brian.

Rob dramatized and raised his hand into the air.

All for one.

And one for all. Sam and Ben joined in.

That’s enough entertainment tonight folks; we’ve got places to go and people to meet. Sam went and kissed his mother, before the three men danced their way out of the room dancing and singing."

Kay Simpson was waiting for them outside the academy as arranged. She was a good looking mixed race woman in her early thirties, about five foot six inches tall, she was slim and wore a long red silky evening dress that complimented her figure, with a short tailored black jacket and black patent heeled shoes. With her arms opened wide and with a big smile, she greeted Rob with a big hug and kiss on each cheek.

Rob introduced Sam and Ben to Kay. This is my cousin, Sam and our Ben, and gentlemen; this is my good friend the wonderful Kay Simpson, who’s got us on the guest list tonight.

Nice to meet you both. said Kay.

Like wise and thank you for the invite. Sam replied.

Kay, it’s nice to meet you too. Ben said quite flirty with his eyes on the curves under her red dress.

Kay looked away into the distance and saw other guests arriving. Right, your names are on the guest list, so just give your name on entry. She slipped her hand into her jacket pocket and pulled out three passes and handed them out. These are your exclusive backstage passes, keep them safe, I’ve got to stay out here for now to meet other guests, so go in, mix and mingle and enjoy yourselves. Kay spoke in an extra hyper voice.

Thanks Kay, you’re a gem. Rob hugged her again before walking inside.

After much deliberation Sam decided to wear his black Italian designer shirt that was partially see-through, black Farah trousers that fitted naturally to his masculine physique, and strapped with a black leather Italian belt that matched his shoes.

Ben, who was five feet nine inches tall, had nearly black hair inherited from his father and sparkling blue eyes from his mother. He wore a white satin striped shirt, unbuttoned to above the waist to show off his manly chest, topped with a black tailored waistcoat with trousers to match.

Rob was five feet ten and had dark brown eyes with darker skin than Sam’s. He sported a blood red designer shirt with black chino trousers. They all looked very dapper and heads turned as the three men walked into the main room.

They went to the bar to get the drinks and stood watching everyone. The academy was about three quarter full of people talking, some people louder than others, laughing and dancing.

There was a buzz of excitement as the presenter came on stage to kick off the showcase and every time he mentioned Shakeela’s name the crowd went into a wild frenzy. He introduced the supporting act, Copy Cats, a group of three young men that were talent competition finalist in a popular television programme back in 2017. Copy Cats performed excellently, they looked professional and were full of vibes that filtered out into the crowd. Half way through their act, Rob waved his backstage pass in Sam and Ben’s faces.

I think its time to go back stage to see the sexy Shakeela, come, follow me. Rob walked off in the direction of the backstage entrance. Sam and Ben took the last swig from their glass of juice, before following Rob. Ben kept nudging Sam with excitement.

Rob knew this was the best time to meet Shakeela especially if they wanted a photograph with her, which they did. After she had performed she would probably not be as willing to have her photograph taken with her face shining like the sun from sweat.

After struggling through the dense crowd, they reached the backstage entrance and showed their passes; they felt an air of superior celebritism and proudly walked through like they owned the place.

Shakeela was surrounded by body guards. She looked stunningly amazing and brushed her long wavy hair from her face with her fingers. She was wearing a thigh short, low cut, white diamante dress that made her look so sexy. She looked up and stared at the three very handsome men approaching her and smiled. As they drew closer, she signaled with her hands for her body guards to back off, which they did immediately, even though two of them stayed within a couple of meters from her.

You must be the three gentlemen Kay told me to expect. Shakeela tried looking at them all at once.

Yes we are. Rob smiled.

Hmm, she never told me you were all so deliciously handsome. Shakeela complimented them in her very sexy voice.

Rob, Sam and Ben were all smiling widely like they had won the European Lotto. Rob confidently made the introductions.

I’m Rob, Kay’s friend, this is my cousin Sam and our Ben.

As Rob was talking, Shakeela stared with her bright sparkling eyes at Sam, then at Ben and back to Sam, where her eyes lingered for a while longer.

She had time to take in his striking features, black shiny conditioned wavy hair, stunning hazel eyes, straight nose, perfectly defined kissable lips, his soft golden brown skin, exquisite style of fashion and faultless physique.

Rob continued. We were wondering if we could have a photograph with you before you go on stage.

Yes, of course. Shakeela willingly accepted.

Sam, Ben and Rob handed their mobile phones, set to camera, to the body guards. They accepted by now that the three men presented no threat to the superstar.

They stood together modeling their best poses and Shakeela joined them by standing in the middle, directly in front of Sam. She leaned back against him so she could feel his strong body up against hers.

What about individual ones? She suggested.

That’s a great idea. Rob was the first to put his arm around Shakeela.

Ben waited eagerly to pose with his favorite singer and blushed when it was his turn.

Sam felt nervous but was manly enough not to let it show. His arm was around her shoulders with his left hand resting gentle upon her bare arm. Shakeela’s right arm was around Sam’s waist, her hand firmly but sensuously on his side just below his belt.

Sam started to feel aroused. He thought it was his imagination when she had purposely pressed her back against him in all the right places. His wide sparkling eyes looked forward and smiled, showing off a perfect set of pearly white teeth in the direction of the cameras. Sam was saved by the call from the presenter that he was ready for Shakeela to come next to the stage, ready to start her performance. Shakeela slid her arm slowly from Sam and along with her dancers, who had suddenly appeared from nowhere, made their way to the stage.

Send the photos to Kay so she can pass them onto me. Shakeela shouted.

I will do. Rob agreed then beckoned for Sam and Ben to quickly follow him. They ended up in a section in front of the stage. This space was exclusively for the camera men, video crew and those with backstage passes. Sam noticed that the academy had become ram jam choca block full. The Copy Cats finished their performance and the presenter stood on the left hand side of the stage, so he could duck out quickly, he thanked the Copy Cats again and introduced the headline act, Shakeela.

The crowd went crazy when Shakeela and her dancers came onto the stage. She firstly sang ‘Eyes don’t lie’, three other songs then introduced her last song, her new single ‘just for you’ at this, and she looked unswervingly at Sam and smiled seductively.

Ben nudged Sam. You’re in there our Sam. and let out a small laugh. You lucky thing! and he meant it.

After the spectacular stage show was over, Shakeela was quickly whisked off to her next performance and never to be seen again until years later…

Sam woke up the next morning; just in his boxer shorts, the sun was shining through all the windows. He laid there silently reminiscing about the night before; he smiled to himself as he remembered the affect that he had had on Shakeela. Sam was used to experiencing this affect he had upon the opposite sex but he was surprised to have had the affect upon Shakeela. None had had an affect on him nor made him nervous and aroused as Shakeela had done. Well, apart from one other person.

He got up to shower, noticing that Ben was still bang out on his sofa bed.

Sam came out of the shower and got dressed into and pair of his Armani jeans and white G Star tee shirt. Hunger pangs reminded him, he hadn’t eaten anything since the celebratory meal.

Ben stirred, stretching his body and yawned at the same time, he looked through his half opened eyes at Sam.

Was I dreaming or did we really meet Shakeela last night? Ben said whilst still yawning.

No, it was definitely reality. Sam laughed. He knew; Ben knew it was no dream. They had got back home around three o’clock. Rob had gone home to his house after dropping them off and after an hour of talking about their experience, they fell asleep. It was now eleven in the morning.

She clearly had the hots for you and nearly practically melted all over you.

Not that again, I’m going downstairs for something to eat. Sam turned to leave, smiling to himself.

I’ll be down soon. shouted Ben. He jumped up and made his way to the shower.

Downstairs, Sam headed straight for the kitchen where he found his mother and Maisy. Everything had been cleared and was back to normal.

Good morning. Maria and Maisy said cheerfully and consecutively.

Are you hungry? asked Maria.

Good morning and yes please, you must have read my mind. Sam lovingly hugged and kissed Maria on her cheek.

Would you like cereal or some of the food left over from yesterday? asked Maria.

Hmm food from yesterday please. replied Sam.

Where’s our Ben? asked Maria.

He’s just getting up and will be down shortly, where’s dad?

In the lounge or study, I think. shouted Maria as Sam walked through to find his father.

Sam found Ken sat in his favorite high backed black leather chair in his very tastefully decorated and well equipped study.

Kenneth Smith was a builder by trade. He was also an experienced and qualified electrician, plumber, joiner and plasterer. He’d become a reputable property developer that was renowned for obtaining run down properties and bringing them back to life. Once he had restored them they were add to his extensive portfolio to either sell or rent. He purchased the house where they lived for a bargain price; as it had fallen into disrepair after many years of neglect and was badly in need of some Tender Loving Care and expert restoration. Ken believed he was the man for the job and had worked relentlessly for many years to get their house to the high standards it was today.

Ken was six feet tall, dark skinned and maturely handsome; he had short black curly hair, a goatee beard and moustache, and the most extraordinary green eyes. Even though he didn’t work out in the gym, he was still in good shape and was quick to remind anyone that made a comment on his expanding waistline, of the hard physical work he did that kept him fit and Maria’s cooking that kept him healthy.

Morning son, have a good night last night? enquired Ken.

Morning dad, yes it was great and made a nice change. We actually went back stage to meet Shakeela and had our photos taken.

Shakeela? Who’s he? Ken joked. He knew full well Shakeela was a she because he had witnessed all their excitement over her the previous night.

Ha ha very funny.

Where our Ben?

He’s getting ready and will be down soon. Mum’s preparing me a late breakfast.

Sam sat down and let out a deep sigh of relieve.

Ah, I’m so glad its Saturday. I can take it easy, it was a long day yesterday, in fact it’s been a long year. No more assignments, placements or dissertations. I’m so glad it’s over.

You’ll be looking forward to your vacation in the Maldives. It’ll give you a chance to have a break away, recharge your batteries and come back refreshed.

Dad, that is exactly what I need right now and I can’t wait. I feel drained from the years of hard work and studying. All the early mornings and late nights are catching up on me.

Have you seen this in today’s newspaper? Ken pointed to the page of the Star newspaper dated Saturday 22nd July 2022.

Sam stood up and looked at the article. ‘BTV - Boycott the Vote’ in next year’s general election.

Yes, it’s all over social media sites. It’s been going on for month’s now.

The paper read the election campaigns for all the political parties in the General Election 2023 has started. There is heightened national political tension due to the fact that the majority of people who usually vote in Britain are sick and tired of the mainstream political parties. The public feel totally disheartened and disengaged from politics, their politicians and policies. They hate their infighting, score pointing, petty squabbles, broken promises, lies, scandals and corruption. The campaign aims to send out a clear message to all politicians, that enough is enough. An anonymous group has started a campaign to appeal to voters, and encourage them to boycott the general election in May 2023, and opt out of voting. The campaign has gone viral and is rapidly picking up speed and momentum. People nationwide have expressed their disappointment in the political system and pledging their support for the BTV campaign by not voting in the general election, due to take place in ten months’ time. They want to prove to politicians how angry they really are with the current system and teach them a lesson.

I totally understand how the public feel because I too share their disappointment. I’m sick of politicians making decisions in London and not realising, or caring about the adverse effects it has upon the rest of the country and population. I do empathise with the public but I don’t think not voting is the answer. There was a time black people weren’t allowed to vote and women fought, some even lost their life’s campaigning for their right to vote. Modern politics needs to change but I’m not sure this is the way forward. Ken was clearly concerned with the current political uncertainty and felt that something wasn’t quite right somehow.

Yes, I know, and I also know that the ‘vote’ is enormously powerful when used but especially powerful when not utilised by the majority. The BTV campaign could have a calamitous affect on the results of the whole general election. Sam was mindful that he may have to adjust his future plans depending upon the outcome.

Sam! Your food’s ready. Maria shouted from the dining room.

I will speak to you later son, go and eat. Ken continued to read the newspaper thoughtfully.

Sam walked into the dining room where Ben was showered, dressed, seated and eating already. Maria had systematically prepared some food for Ben. Sam sat down and started to eat.

What’s the plan for today then? Ben muffled with his mouth full.

Nothing as yet, I feel like taking it easy today, nothing to energetic, we got football match tomorrow, remember? Sam replied.

Yeah, I know two o’clock kick off and I’m ready for them.

Paul Sellers, the deputy leader of the Britain for British (BFB) political party was in his office. He was white, in his late thirties, had short mousey brown hair, piercing brown eyes, reddened face and rugged features with a standard style of smart dress.

Paul was a very ambitious man who held extreme far right views, just like the rest of his family from generations back had done. He believes the same as every other BFB member that Britain would be a far better place without all the foreigners. He planned to work over the weekend and every day of his working life, on his mission to make ground in the political arena.

Sandra Walsh, Paul’s secretary was a white British woman in her mid forties. She had short blonde hair cut into a bob, wore an off white blouse with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, a pair of stonewashed jeans and blue canvas shoes. She was in charge of the ‘Boycott the Vote’ BTV campaign and was pleased with its progress and success so far.

Boxes with five hundred thousand leaflets and posters in were stacked ready for distribution. She called for all the volunteers to join her in the conference room, Paul joined them too.

Fifty volunteers sat down staring at the board in front and they were ready and raring to go. There was a huge map of Britain displayed on the front wall.

Sandra stood in front of the map and could feel all the eyes on her as she started to address the group.

"Ahem, I would like to start off by thanking you all for coming today and for the work you’ve done so far. As you are all aware the BTV campaign is making excellent progress, and this is down to your hard work, but now it is time to step up the pace, increase awareness and encourage more people to come on board. This weekend we need to distribute half a million leaflets and posters throughout the UK, I have pin marked this map in the areas we need to target. We need you to split into five teams of ten; we have five vans with drivers. That is ten members in each van.

The first team will target, Northumberland, and work downwards towards Newcastle upon Tyne, Durham and all the surrounding areas, east to west. The second team will target York, Leeds, Manchester, Liverpool and all the surrounding areas, likewise. The third team will target Nottingham, Birmingham, Northampton, Ipswich and all the areas in between. The forth