ALL IN A CIRCLE Episode 21 by dy9ty7
The boys did as instructed by Okoro. They
pressed the red button and a
loud alarm kept blaring and a few minutes
later, the door opened and
three armed men walked into the hall.
“Yes. Any problem?” One of the men asked.
“Sir, we need you to help us check something
up there.” The boy who
was talking to Okoro said. From what Okoro
had seen, it seemed the boy
is an extrovert or someone who loved talking.
One of the armed men
walked towards the staircase landing and
made to ascend the stairs. Just
then, as planned, ten of the boys attacked the
man at the staircase and
the others took care of the other two armed
men, squeezing life out of
them as the stangled them and continually hit
their heads on the tiled
floor.
Okoro came out of his hiding place and as
usuall, he was able to take
nine weapons from the three men. Three
Ak-47 hung on their shoulders,
three table knifes and two 9mm automatic
revolver and another 33mm
pistol. Bringing the total number of weapons
to fourteen. He distributed
them to the boys and divided them into
groups.
“We’ll advance from here and were are to
move together. One step at
a time and we are expected to watch each
other’s back. Okay?”
“Yes sir.” They all replied.
“Now lets get this done.” Okoro said as he
walked towards the opened
door. Just then a sound was heard and the
door was gradually shutting
automatically.
Everything in the room seemed computerised.
Just then a gunshot was
heard from a distance and the light inside the
room flickered off and
the ventilation system began to shut out.
“We’ve been discovered. Now we need to
advance out of here before
they close up on us. In few minutes, we’ll be
out of oxygen. We need to
be fast.” Okoro said as he slipped out of the
door and boys followed
suit in twos and threes and later one by one
till a boy got in between
the door and he got stucked. The door
crushed him hard and despite his
yelling there was nothing the others could do
to save him. He died
moments before the door cut him into two
equal halves. About five boys
were still remaining the room and no doubt
they will all die for lack of
ventilation unless they climb the stairs, and
the boy who went up
earlier is still alive to save them. But the
gunshot they heard few
seconds ago seemed to be from that part of
the building.
“Lets go.” Okoro said leading the way.
Okoro walked towards another step but
stopped in his tracks when he
discovered one of the boys was not moving.
“Hey! Lets get out of here or you die. You
know the ventilation
system has been shut out.”
“Am ready to die. He is my twin brother, my
other part. Life and its
futility. Lemme die.” The boy said sniffing
back his tears as looked at
his brother’s half body that laid on the floor
with blood everywhere.
“Join us if you value you life. No time to
waste.” Okoro said
advancing towards the wooded door that
stood up the stairs.
Okoro, with the help of the kitchen knife
opened the door which had no
handle but just jammed. They got to a dimly
lit part of the underground
and are faced with what next to do. Just then
rain of gunshots began to
pour on them. Some of the boys who had
sharp sense of alertness took
cover behind the tables and chairs in the room
just like Okoro had hid
behind a shelf. The few unlucky ones were hit
by the bullets.
Episode 22
Okoro and his new found boys continued in
their quest for freedom and the boys
numbering up to forty has been reduced to a
figure way below twenty. Okoro knew it won’t
take long before they all get killed, if by this
time they are still in the underground then by
the time they reach the surface of the earth,
the last perosn would be killed.
He stopped them by the time they reached
and hallway which had three different routes
that could possibly lead them outside.
“Now, we’ve reached the crossroads where we
part and hopefully meet again. We’ve been
moving in mass for the last five minutes and
thank God were are yet to be conered but right
now, we all have to create groups and each of
these groups go through one of these routes.”
Okoro began.
“It will be best if we create a four man group.
Meaning there will be three groups.” The boy
who was doing the talking the other time
replied.
“Who is with me?” Okoro asked and
suprisingly all the boys wanted to go with
him. They believed with him their chances of
escape is high.
He thought for a few seconds and decided to
do the selection. He picked himself as the
leader of a group, the extroverted boy as the
leader of the second group and one other boy
was choosed to lead the last team and off
they parted after saying their probably last
goodbyes.
The terrorists on the other hand who seemed
to be relenting in their efforts to stop their
escape devised a plan to let them reach the
surface where they’ll be attacked. Reason
being that, the boys and Okoro could be too
fast for them to track and the best they(the
terrorists) could do was to wait on them. The
routes takes one from the underground to the
main building and the terrorists are sure
they’ll come through at least one of the routes
and they are there waiting for them.
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Mike and his team were unable to hold on the
terrorist’s base camp for long as they
possesed weapons that are way higher than
what the police had. As the policemen
collectivelly killed one terrorist, a terrorist
individually drops two policeman and when
Mike realised that the best option for them is
to retreat. He called for a retreat and about
five policemen left the scene unhit without
notifying Clement.
Clement’s team on the other hand couldn’t
sneak in behind the
basecamp because someone with a snipper
was dropping them one after the other. And
according to Clement, it is easier to fight an
opponent
physically than fight with someone whom you
couldn’t seen and possessed a weapon of
mass destruction. He too ordered a retreat
without notifying Mike and coincidentally they
met at the point where they parted an hour
ago to recount their ordeals. The left the zone
and the most suprising thing was that the
terrorists gave no chase.
On their way back from the terrorist’s hideout
and back to the police satation, Clement
recieved a call from the state police
commissioner requesting his presence at the
deputy governor’s office for a one on one
conversation about the security situation of
the state on behalf of the governor who
travelled on that day to the country’s capital
city. Clement pleaded with the police chief
that the meeting be postponed to the
following day which he bluntly refused and
after series of pleading he gave him a last
option of visiting the number two citizen of
the state at his private residence later in the
evening. 8pm to be precise, one hour after he
(the deputy governor) returns from office.
Episode 23
TIME: 7:30PM
VENUE: UNIVERSITY’S GIRLS HOSTEL.
A black Hyundai drove and came to a halt just
before the hostel gate.
“Thank you very much for honouring my call.”
Deoye said.
“Thanks for the dinner.” Darsimi replied.
Three hours after Deoye and his friend went to
town he came back alone
to pick Darasimi and they drove around the
city of city of Lagos before
settling down at one of the chineese
restaurants for their dinner where
they discussed extensively concerning
Hadiza’s death. As much as she
tried to make him explain why he wanted her
to lure Chioma out to him,
he stylishly changed the topics.
“I will give you a call when I reach home.”
Deoye said.
“I’ll be expecting your call.”
“Bye.” He said switching on the ignition of the
car.
Darasimi opened the car door and got down.
She waited until he backed
out his car and drove off before she knocked
on the gate and after many
hassles with the gateman who claimed that it
was time to lock th gate
for the night, something he doesn’t do until
after eight o’clock. He
agreed to let her in after recieving a sum of
200 naira as entry fee.
She proceeded to her friend’s room upstairs.
She entered the room
and was suprised to see her friends crying.
“Chioma what’s wrong?” She asked the only
person she knew would
gladly talk to her.
“Dayo’s mum died this evening.” Chioma
replied.
“What! How come?” She asked.
“We relayed the death of her daughter to her
and thirty minutes
ago, Dayo’s dad called to announce her
death.” Chioma explained.
“This must be as a result of shock.” Darasimi
added.
“Exactly. You know she is the only child.”
They all collectively consoled Dolapo who yet
again has lost her
mother for the second time.
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Clement drove into the GRA to visit the deputy
governor on the said
meeting.
Soldiers are seen everywhere along the road
patrolling and checking
every car that passes that route. This has
been the tradition every
blessed day, they mount this patrol and
roadblocks every blessed night.
“How far?” A soldier greeted Clement.
“I dey. Inspector Clement be my name.” He
said flashing his I.D card.
“Dey go dey go.” The soldier cleared the road
for him as he informed
the other millitary men to let him pass. The
same continued until he got
to the big black gate that adorned the deputy
governor’s villa. The
soldiers at the entrance delayed his entry as
they kept on requesting
for papers upon papers which he wasted no
time in providing as they
requested for them.
Just when he was cleared to drive in, he notice
a shadow crawling beside the high walls of
the villa that served as the fence. He called
the attention of one of the soldiers. And
together they advanced towards the suspected
area. When they met the shocker of their lives.
Immediately rains of gunshot started pouring
down on them and it took them a few seconds
to register what’s going on. A fierce gun battle
took place between the deputy governor’s
security men led by Inspector Clement and the
terrorists who lost their guards and were
overpowered even though few of them ran
deeper into the bush behind the villa in their
bid to escape.
Episode 24
The terrorists were seated around a fireplace
inside a big hall all
looking angry and deadly. Eight haggard
looking men were tied at the
extreme end of the hall among whom was
Okoro.
“A bloody policeman like you had the liver to
plan your escape and
that of these boys.” A dark complexioned man
with an Igbo(a tribe from
the eastern Nigeria) accent said.
“All my life I never believed a Nigerian
policeman could pull this
kind of stunt and you just did. You’ll be a
great asset for Khal corp if
trained in the right way and blended into the
system.” Another
terrorist, an half caste said.
Just then the door opened and a figure walked
in. Recognising the
person at once, everyone present in the hall
kept quiet and the only
sound that could be heared was the sound his
shoe made as it kissed the
ground.
“Who was on duty when this bloody cop was
brought in?” Maleek
asked.
“Konga was on duty then.” The men replied in
unison.
The said Konga of a man stepped forward with
pleading eyes. He tried
protesting but he was cut short.
Maleek removed his 33mm automatic revolver
and released five quick
shots.
Okoro from his end knew Konga or whatever
they called him was not
the one who locked him up but maybe they
implicated Konga to cover
someone’s track. Maybe the man who locked
him up was a top official and
the low levelled men still want him atop so he
can continue to help
them. His thoughts was cut short when
Maleek placed his gun close to his
head.
“The strong cop. Tell me all I needed to know
now or I won’t
hesitate to send you to where I just sent
Konga.” Maleek said.
Okoro who was feeling guilty because he felt
he was responsible for
their downfall. He surrendered when he ought
not to. The moment his team
got out from the route they took, they were
met with gunshots which
Okoro and his boys were able to shield and
took cover. But because he
saw a man with a GPMG,(general purpose
machine gun) he dropped his gun
and surrendered in the easiest of ways.
“My men outside were attacked by men of the
police force. I know you gave them the tactics
to use. Who led the police team?” Maleek
asked.
Okoro kept mute and was looking into space
as Maleek kept blabbing. Maleek corked his
gun and threatened to pull the trigger if his
question was not answered.
“The team was led by….” He was saying when
the door opened and two men rushed in. One
was dragging the other who had blood all over
him.
“Dangerkelv, Hakym. What’s the matter?”
Maleek asked.
“Their proposed attack was foiled by the
police.” Dangerkelv replied.
Okoro was trying to remember where he met
the man who answered the name Dangerkelv.
“One Inspector Clement led the attack. The
others are dead.” Hakym said.
“He managed to reach my street and he called
me, so I had to go pick him and drive him
down here.” Dangerkelv added.
“Kelvin patrick.” Okoro exclaimed remembering
that the said Danger-kelv was his boss’
younger brother.
Two quick shots were released on his forehead
by Kelvin who knew his identity has been
known.
Episode 25
Chief Obi Patrick was playing golf in the
golfspot located at the
back of his magnificent villa. In the field with
him was his son,
Kelvin, his polical and business friend, Prince
Ogunsakin and one of his
security men.
“Dad, I’ve always told you to learnt the modern
way of playing this
game.” Kelvin said jokingly.
“Who will I learn it from?” His father asked
knowingly.
“Me of course.” Kelvin replied.
“You see, I’ve been playing golf right from my
secondary school
days. That is, before you were born.”
“Story story.”
“Seriously speaking Chief, playing golf way
back doesn’t bring you
on the same level with Tom Els or Tiger
woods.” Ogunsakin added.
“I never said that Prince.”
Just then his personal security brought a
ringing phone to him.
“Sir, you have a call.” The security man said.
“Oh! Who is it?” He asked but on a second
thought he said; “Never
mind. I’ll check it myself.”
He collected the phone and walked a few
distance from the rest.
“Hello Maleek.” He said on picking the call.
He listened for a few seconds before speaking
again.
“Look here, am not in support of you attacking
top government
officials. What’s your business with the Deputy
governor?” He asked
before speaking again.
“If you keep on attacking government officials
you’ll keep on
loosing your men and in no time your cover
will be blown and you hideout
discovered.” He warned.
After ten seconds he spoke again.
“I’ll try my best to help you out of this. Your
man who is in the
police custody will be killed. I’ll call the
commissioner and the deed
is already done.” He said and after a few
seconds, he ended the call and
walked back to his gaming opponents.
Kelvin who is now defeating his father’s friend
soundly was smiling
sheepishly when his father returned.
“I have to go now. Enjoy your game.” He said
and walked towards the
main villa with his security following him
closely.
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Darasimi came out from the bathroom still
dressed in her nightie
which stopped just above her knees. Her other
friends were still
sleeping on their respective beds. Dolapo
turned on the bed now facing
the window. Immediately the light shone on
her face, she opened her eyes
as she used her hand to shield the light.
“Omodolapo good morning.” Darasimi greeted.
“Good morning Dara.” Dolapo replied removing
the duvet from her
body.
“How was your night? Hope you had a nice
night rest?” Darasimi
asked Dolapo who ignored her as she knelt
down beside her bed to say her
prayers.
“Snobbish s–t.” Darasimi said with disgust.
“Who again are you referring to?” Tolani who
was just waking up
asked.
“This useless girl ni. I greeted her and she
ignored me.” Darasimi
replied.
“This early morning. Dara, learn to tolerate
this girl. You know
she behaves like this sometimes.” Tolani
advised.
“So what are you insinating?” Darasimi asked,
she was on the verge
of loosing her temper.
“You know you can’t pick quarells with me. I’ll
rather ignore you
too than reply you. I need to speak with my
creator please.” Tolani said
as she stood up to wear her nightgown. Her
friends have in countless
times warned her about sleeping with just her
undies on. She claimed she
sleep freely with no piece of cloth on her body
something the late Dayo
hated with passion.
“Are you telling me to shut up?” Darasimi
asked pulling her with her hair. Off all the five
friends excluding Darasimi. Chioma was the
only one who keeps low cut while Dolapo loves
to style her hair and Tola, Hadiza and Dayo
does the same hairstyle always.
“Leave her hair alone now. You know her scalp
is not strong.” Chioma who has woken up fully
said.
“And what if I don’t?” Darasimi asked Chioma
who was feared by her friends including
Darasimi.
“Am sorry if I have wronged you but I don’t
think this is the time to fight one another. We
lost two of her friends, our sister last week, we
should learn to tolerate one another at least
this mourning period.” Chioma advised.
“Mad girl” Dolapo said as she walked out of
the bathrrom with an empty bucket.
“Your mum is mad.” Darasimi hit back.
“She is in heaven, so she can’t be mad. Maybe
yours is getting mad now, you don’t know.”
Dolapo replied as she slipped out of the room.
“Get a life babe.” Chioma said laughing as she
walked away from the room towards the
bathroom to wash her moth.
Darasimi drew her back and gave her a
thunderous slap.
“That’s for adivicing me to go get a life.”
Darasimi said.
She walked towards the stove inside their
store turned kitchen to check what was
cooking.
Chioma, enraged by what ust happened with
full force pushed Darasim and as a result of
that, she tumbled and fell on the burning
stove.
Episode 26
Darasimi screamed in agony immediately her
skin touched the hot pot on the stove. The pot
fell on the ground thereby exposing her body
to the Unclad fire.
“Jesus!” Tolani screamed on seeing this. She
quickly ran to her
aid, moving her away from the fire and
applying first aid materials to her.
“Chioma, see what you just did.” Tola said.
“What did I do? Its not like I killed her.”
Chioma replied
walking away.
Tolani succeeded in administering some first
aids to her and the burning pains relieved her
even though she sustained some burns and
bruises.
“I don’t believe Chioma can do this to me.”
She said two hours
laters, after she woke up from her sleep with
Tola assuming the post of a nurse.
“Forget it. Am sure, Chioma is feeling bad for
her actions now.”
Tola replied.
“She almost killed me. Tell me, is she my
friend?” Darasimi asked.
“Dara, stop talking like that. She is your friend
and will always
be. The devil wants to come in between us.”
Tolani replied.
Darasimi kept quiet for a few seconds thinking
about the event that took place in the morning
and led to her sustaining burns.
“Dara, are you sleeping already?”
“Tolani, am sorry for what I did to you in the
morning. Please do
forgive me.”
“I already forgave you. If not, I won’t be here
attending to you. I
would have gone out like Dolapo and
Chioma.” Tola replied smiling.
Just then, the door into the room opened and
three people walked in.
“Where did you guys go? You almost killed her
and you still went out.
Dolapo, is this how our friendship started?
Chioma.” Tolani attacked
immediately.
“Tola, stop.” Darasimi pleaded.
“Talk to me. Tell me something I don’t know.
We call ourselves
friends and we still want to kill ourselves. I
don’t think this
friendship will work.” Tolani poured out
angrily.
“Tola, please can I say something?” Stephanie,
the third girl who came in at the same time
with Chioma and Dolapo asked.
“Say something reasonable please.” Tola who
has always had a sour relationship with
Stephanie replied.
The reason for this is nor far fetched. The first
time the two girls met was during their post
utme exams. Though the exam was computer
based and the two girls were placed in the
same hall. Their seats next to each other.
After the exams, the candidates were asked to
append their
signature on an attendance sheet which was
being passed around the hall.
Stephanie got the paper before Tola and she
signed, but instead of giving it to the next
person beside her, she passed it to the next
row where one of her friends was seated. The
second time was when they got to 300L,
Stephanie, being the daughter of a rich
business man got a brand new car as a gift
from her father and her friends decided to
celebrate with her. Tola was seated behind the
wheels even though she can’t drive she was
acting up like she owned the car in a playful
manner. Stephanie with her crude thinking
faculty said, “Anyone coming here now will
think Tola owns the car, whereas, she is not
the owner.”
This statement caused an outburst which
almost led to the two girls
going physical but late Hadiza was able to
settle things but Tola vowed never to enter the
car again and for almost a year now, she has
not entered Steph’s car or even touch it.
“I believe we should all go out and have some
fun, then we settle this issue.” Stephanie said.
“There is no problem about that. Chops n
Cups right? I’ll join you guys there.” Tola
said.
She knew Stephanie is either trying to flaunt
her wealth or trying to pass the message that
their room is not richly furnished.
Everyone knew better not to ask Tola why she
chosed not to go with them in Steph’s car.
Unless they want to see the beast in her.
The four girls, Stephanie, Dolapo, Chioma and
Darasimi all filed out into Stephanie’s car and
drove towards the popular restaurant leaving
Tola behind to look for a cab to convey her.
Episode 27
Sandra was sleeping on the bed with her
lawyer, Barrister Benson lying
beside her both half unclad. The duvet serving
as cover for their
unclad body. The two adults just had rounds
of hot s*x, the air
condition was blowing in a subtle manner and
every nook and cranny of
the colourful room was cool.
The door silently creaked open and Janet,
Sandra’s maid walked into the
room with a phone in her hand. She stood just
beside the bed and
positioned herself. She took pictures from
different angles, removing
the duvet a little and snapping Benson’s bare
chest with Sandra’s hand
on it. She also took pictures of Sandra’s br**st
and saved them on the
phone. She tip toed out of the room carefully.
Mission accomplished.
Janet walked out of the gate and walked
towards a car parked a few
metres away. The door opened and she
hopped in.
“How was it?” The man behind the wheels
asked.
“It went well. I took their pictures.”
The man who seemed to be acting on
informations provided by Janet.
Janet was quick to call the man immediately
Benson led her into the
bedroom and shortly afterwards, Janet started
hearing moans and groans.
An hour later, everywhere became silent and
she knew they must have been
through and are sleeping already. Therefore,
she swung into action and
walked in with her phone to take pictures of
her boss and her boss’
lawyer. She had one thing in mind, revenge
and blackmail.
She was a victim of an ugly incident involving
Barrister Benson a few
years ago when she was in secondary school.
She made a vow on that day
to get back at Benson and when the
opportunity came, she grabbed it with
her two hands.
She sent the pictures to the man and alighted
from the car. The man,
her boss who implanted her into Sandra
Oselu’s house to carry out a
deadly mission for him drove out of the
estate. Janet who wanted to
start her actions by sending the pictures
accross to Benson’s wife to
break his home and then proceed to tarnish
Sandra’s image on social
network.
She smiled at the thought of how the
newspapers will write the
headline, INTERNATIONAL MODEL SANDRA
OSELU INVOLVED IN A SEX SCANDAL
WITH BENSON, HER LAWYER.
She pushed the gate open and walked in.
“Janet, where did you go to?” The gateman
asked.
“Hey, watch your tongue. You work here just
like I do. You are not
here to monitor my movement are you?” She
asked.
“I’ll monitor your movements at the end of the
day. When you get
married to me.” The gateman said laughing
heisterically.
“Wretched being.” Janet said hissing as she
walked towards the main house.
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The five girls were seated inside Chops n cups
restaurant located around the western core of
the campus where the sport centre, the
teaching hospital and agricultural department
were all located.
“Chioma, I want you to apologose to Darasim
and Darasimi you too do the same.” Stephanie
began after they all had made their offers.
“Am sorry dear.” Chioma said holding her
hand.
Darasimi smiled and nodded.
“Am sorry too. Dolapo, please forgive me.”
She said.
“Am sorry. And I’ll stop being snobbish.”
Dolapo replied.
“Then, I think we should drive around the
school taking pictures as part of our
reconcilation.” Stephanie said.
“Yes, yes, yes.” The others said.
The five girls stood up, paid their bills and left
for the parking lot.
“Tola.” Stephanie called her.
Tola who was heading to the main road
turned back to face her friends who stood by
the car.
“Please, do me a favour.” Stephanie said
humbly.
“Yes, what is it?” Tola asked trying not to
sound rude.
“Lets do this together.” Stephanie pleaded
going down on her knees.
“Is this Steph or someone else?” Tola asked
herself.
“Tola please.” the others, Darsimi, Dolapo and
Chioma added.
If there is one thing she hated, that is begging
her. She feels uncomfortable when she is being
begged. Even if she’ll accept your apology,
that will be next time.
“I’ll enter your car. But not today. Dolapo
understands.” Tola said hugging Stephanie.
Episode 28
The girls at the end of the day succeeded in
touring around the school
with Stephanie behind the wheel, Chioma sat
beside her in the front
while Dolapo and Darasimi occupied the
backseat. The took pictures
everywhere they go to on Stephanie’s android
tablet and Darasimi’s
blackberry.
“Seriously babes, I need to go home now.”
Dolapo informed referring
to late Dayo’s house.
“Don’t you think its late? Moreso, you are not
with any of your
clothes.” Darasimi asked.
“Its just an hour journey and if Steph can do
me a favour by
driving me down to the school gate.” Dolapo
replied.
“What about your clothes?” Chioma asked.
“Don’t forget, that’s where I live. My clothes
are there as well
and moreso, I won’t spend up to a week
before.” Dolapo explained.
“Okay, school gate things.” Stephanie said as
they all moved
towards her black volkwagen golf 3 and they
drove towards the school
gate where she’ll take a public bus conveying
her down to her
destination.
“Our regards to Dayo’s dad.” Chioma said.
“Okay guys.” Dolapo said alighting from the
car.
“Give us a call once you get home. Okay?”
Stephanie said.
“Definitely I will.” She replied as she hurriedly
crossed to the
other side of the road.
Stephanie waited until she entered the bus
conveying her until she
ignited the car and turned back into the
school. The time was 6:45pm.
“I think we should all find time to visit,
Hadiza’s parents and
Dayo’s dad.” Stephanie said as she drove on.
“Yes. Most especially, Dayo’s dad. You know
he lost his only daughter
and his wife within weeks. It must really be
hard for him. Infact, I
doubt if Dolapo will be able to console the
man. You know, how
emotional Dolapo can be.” Darasimi replied.
“We’ll go on friday, then on Sunday, Hadiza’s
house is the next.”
Chioma said with a tone of finality and the
two other girls agreed
knowing fully well that Tola will have no
choice than to agree with the
majority.
Stephanie drove past the school Libary
building, she dropped the
bombshell.
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A black coloured Nissan van raced along the
street in what could be
described as a fast and furious racing
photocopy. Dusts gathered
everywhere, dogs, sheeps, hens and goats that
loiter around the street
ran for their dear lives.
The car drove on and came to an abrupt halt
in front of Chief Omatsone
mansion. In a blink of and eye, the car backed
out from the front of
the gate and drove away in the direction which
it had come. No one knew
what the car came to do but all they saw from
their shops was the
opening of the back door and in a second, the
door was shut before the
car drove away.
The occupants of the car were invisible as
everywhere was dark coupled
with the fact that the car in which they came
was black too. Chief
Omatsone was a very rich cocoa farmer who
made his money after Nigeria
gained her independence when Agriculture was
still the main source of
National income in Nigeria before crude oil
was discovered. He had three
mansions in three states in Nigeria, the first
was built in Ondo state
where his cocoa farm was, the other one in
Enugu, his hometown and the
last in Lagos, where he currently resides with
his family. The house
which was built many years ago had a big
mansion in which Chief Omatsone
lived with his family. Another building at the
back of his mansion
where his tennants lived and a typical BQ just
beside the building at
the back.
Chief Omatsone was a man who has never for
one day failed to switch
on his generator once it is seven o’clock in the
evening. Today was not
an exception, light flickered on and the bulb
which stood at the gate
illuminated the street, a man could be seen
lying down before the gate.
Curiousity got the better of the shop owners
and passersby and those who
were seated in front of their houses. They
walked towards Chief
Omatsone’s house to check who the drunkard
was.
“I don’t know why our people will get drunk
then will go about sleeping on the street and
house front.” A man said to his friend.
They moved closer to the man lying down to
confirm their predictions.
“This is Okoro, the policeman who went
missing since last week. He lived inside
Chief’s house na. But he doesn’t drink.”
Another passerby whose curiousity got the
better of him said.
“Drink kwa? This man don die.” Another
person said, this time a female.
–to be continued–
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