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Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by Mention(m): 2:31pm On Sep 27, 2014 |
Thank God you decided to continue... Adjust ya Signature.. Delete the space b4 'adjacent' so it would be like this /adjacent |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by handie(m): 9:51pm On Sep 27, 2014 |
Karim was seated at dining table with his wife and kids, while they were eating. He was lost in thought of how he would remove 2 of the biggest contenders for the new position meanwhile giving Alhaji Hassim a concrete reason why they shouldn’t be allowed to come on board. He took a sip of water and left his food untouched, the time was few minutes after 7, He still wasn’t clear about how to handle this situation and he couldn’t speak to his wife about it. He sat in the living room and lost himself in the thought of how to handle the situation. He thought about the Luxury Flat in Dubai, the $ 120,000 cheque he had received from Jibola Balogun. He couldn’t afford to pay back, he would go bankrupt, moreover there wouldn’t be any need for him to return anything if he can cleverly find a way of removing the Lana & Nikky obstacle. When he brought himself back to life, he noticed his phone blinking, he picked it up and it was a text message from JB saying “Nikky and Lana must not make that position, use any means necessary.” Karim checked his wristwatch, the time was few minutes after 8, he went into his bedroom, changed his clothes and proceeded out. He sent his driver home, he had to drive himself for tonight. The Prado just came back from servicing. His driver had already cleaned the car, anticipating Karim would use it for any outing he had this evening. The Prado was parked infront of the house, Karim entered the car, started the engine. The car exploded and turned into a ball of fire. The sound of the explosion was heard as far as 10 houses away. Have a blessed Sunday ladies and gentlemen 1 Like |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by Mention(m): 11:20pm On Sep 27, 2014 |
Tz short ooo |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by Nobody: 3:52am On Sep 28, 2014 |
Are you a writer or an aspiring writer, this workshop is for you... https://www.nairaland.com/1893739/nairaland-e-workshop-writers---comment-thread |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by handie(m): 6:59am On Sep 28, 2014 |
Mention: Tz short oooboss I know. just didn't want to sleep without dropping something for U and labaski.... will do a much longer update today |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by handie(m): 12:53pm On Sep 28, 2014 |
THE KEY TO SUCCESS IS PERSISTENCE. WHEN THERE ARE A HUNDRED REASONS TO GIVE UP, THERE ALWAYS IS A SINGLE REASON TO CONTINUE AND I AIN'T A QUITTER. THE ADJACENT EPISODE 11: Lana’s plan was to meet up with Nikky at the Civic Center, get on a boat to the location to their meeting with Karim. However, Lana ran into a little hitch that had to entail getting money from the Bank personally. Lana’s operational account was with EcoBank, due to the amount he needed, he went to the headquarters on Ahmadu Bello way. His account officer had made some calls already before Lana got to the Bank HQ, he was warmly received at the entrance of the architectural edifice. He was greeted by Anna, a petite amiable lady. She continued “Good morning, Mr. Reis, my name is Anna. Your branch has contacted us” Lana replied “Morning Anna, please I would appreciate it if you drop the Mister, Call my Lana or Reis, which ever floats your boat” She replied him with a smile and led him to her office on the second floor, a tastefully furnished office. Anna’s pictures were on the table. He sat on the guest side and she made her way to the other side of the table. Anna started another conversation, wishing to thank him for using their bank but Lana wasn’t in the mood for her patronage. He brought out the cheque leaflet already filled and signed, pushed it to her over the desk. Anna picked up the cheque, picked her reading glasses from the table, held it out and read it to herself. It was at this time that Lana noticed her cleavage that was almost spilling out of her black tight fitting dress. Her color tone was chocolate, very pretty face. If he didn’t have the pressure Nikky was heaping on him maybe he could score this girl, all he had to do was call Alexandro to send him some custom diamond necklace with Anna engraved in it. That move worked most times but he couldn’t be bothered to do that now, Nikky’s pressure was already telling on him. She had called him about 5 times within the last few minutes he had been in the Bank. Lana bellowed to her “Please Anna, can you hasten this for me ” Anna replied “Sure, what drink would you like or how would you like to be entertained. It might take a while in the banking hall” Anna followed her response with a flirty smile. Lana would have enjoyed all the flirting bulk she was throwing at him but not today. He replied “I have less than 30 minutes, I don’t need any form of entertainment” His reply was firm. As she left her office, Lana was tempted to look as she walked past him, he noticed the ass on her, cute he said to himself. His thoughts were interrupted by Nikky’s call. He picked the call “Hello Nikky” Lana said “How long will you be in the bank for? We need to meet up for about 6pm. We need to discuss some issues before we meet with Karim” Nikky replied “No problem, I just need to get out of this bank as soon as I can, it isn’t by mouth to cash a cheque at 5:30pm” Lana boasted Nikky replied “Call me when you get out, and for the records, I have cashed a cheque at 7pm before so don’t flatter yourself” Lana responded “I know someone who cashed a N49 Million cheque during the strike…not weekend…during the strike…” The boast was getting more interesting at this point but Nikky had a way of ending things as she said the last one. “Lana, there is someone I will like you to meet, when he signs a cheque, the bank will bounce “ Nikky replied and ended the call. Lana smiled and made a cocky remark to himself. A few minutes later, Anna walks into the office with 2 brown paper bags; she drops it on the table and says “Here is your N15 Million, Lana” Lana gets up, she tries to make eye contact but Lana doesn’t seem interested but he thought about it again. He picked up her pen and a paper on her desk and nicely scribbled his number unto the paper and wrote LR underneath the number then handed it to her. He looked at her and said “Its better you give me a call next week, this week is clogged for me” He walked out of her office and he could sense that if he turned back he would probably catch her moon walking to show her excitement that he finally noticed her efforts to seduce him. As he walked to his car, he thought about how ladies throw themselves at him just because they know he’s rich and good-looking, none of them knew how hard he worked for his money, only interested in having their own share of the Reis cake. He nicely arranged the paper bags in the car and drove off. The time was 8pm, Nikky was heading to the Civic Center, already spoke with Lana, who was also heading there as well. Nikky was the first to arrive at the venue, Lana parked his car and walked towards the boat, he could spot Nikky in the dashing evening wear she was putting on. He wondered to himself if Nikky was going there to seduce the man or talk business. Lana was put on a simple white native with little or no embroidery on it, custom fit by the way. Nikky’s boobs were a distraction for Lana, anytime he saw those fun bags, he always tried to image how red her areolas would be. Lana asked “Are we going there to seduce the man or talk business?” Nikky replied “Actually, we’re doing the both, these guys fight dirty, I can assure you of that, you might as well bring out everything in your arsenal” They were still there, laughing and talking waiting for the Karim’s luxury boat to come when Lana saw a canoe with guys wearing masks approached them, the whole part of what was to come played in slow motion to him as they guys brought out AK47 and started spraying whatever and everything at the dock. Lana and Nikky ran to hide behind the fence as the most difficult 60 seconds of their lives passed them by. They were both panting from the race for their lives, coming out after everything, smoke was everywhere, the light blue cruiser was bullet ridden, so many people at the dock were injured. As Nikky was walking through, she saw a young boy who led her to a sitting area earlier on laying dead in the pool of his own blood as a bullet lodged in his neck, she helped him close his eyes. Lana received a text from an unknown number saying “Karim was killed earlier on today by a car bomb” Lana kept the information to himself Nikky started pacing over the place, trying to put 2 and 2 together, she looked up and said “Lana, this is an assassination attempt, who did you tell about this meeting” Lana replied “Who would I tell? 2 assasination attempts in a day ?? ” asking himself Nikky continued talking to herself “Karim is the only person who knew we will meet here, and I haven’t even heard from him yet” Nikky’s phone began to ring She walked down to receive the call and 10 seconds later, she was back to inform Lana that Karim was dead and whoever killed him was after them. Lana took the news like he was just hearing it for the first time, meanwhile he was first to hear but he didn’t want to arouse any suspicion with Nikky. Nikky continued by saying “Lana, if we don’t find whoever wanted to kill us, he might get us soon” Nikky found a blank stare on Lana’s face. 1 Like |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by Mention(m): 1:28pm On Sep 28, 2014 |
handie: THE KEY TO SUCCESS IS PERSISTENCE. WHEN THERE ARE A HUNDRED REASONS TO GIVE UP, THERE ALWAYS IS A SINGLE REASON TO CONTINUE AND I AIN'T A QUITTER.@Bolded I love that line.. Would like to be richer than that person.. Meanwhile, nice update, continue with the persistence, you'd get there soon 1 Like |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by Mention(m): 1:41pm On Sep 28, 2014 |
handie: boss I know. just didn't want to sleep without dropping something for U and labaski.... will do a much longer update todayThanks for having us in mind |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by Mention(m): 1:43pm On Sep 28, 2014 |
Divepen: Are you a writer or an aspiring writer, this workshop is for you...Handie... Take a stroll to this thread it could help you and endeavour to drop ya link there so that people can come and read ya story! |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by handie(m): 4:07pm On Sep 28, 2014 |
Mention:thanks BOSS..... hmmm richer than that person? that one na over ambition o |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by Mention(m): 4:20pm On Sep 28, 2014 |
handie: thanks BOSS..... hmmm richer than that person? that one na over ambition oWell... Nothing z impossible ryt? |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by handie(m): 9:10pm On Sep 28, 2014 |
DARE TO DREAM AND BELIEVE IN YOUR DREAMS. IMPOSSIBILITY IS NOTHING. NEVER SAY NEVER. THE ADJACENT EPISODE 12: The JTF deep cover building was one of the oldest buildings in Abuja, but it served its purpose which is to house secret agents and information. The first & Second floor of the 8 storey building is used for Ministry of Agriculture secretariat; the 2 and 3rd floors were used by the JTF as records room. It preceded the days of Computers, the information gotten were stored in folders and then shelved accordingly. Some of these files include the earliest of the investigation that if dug into properly could give the real identity of Alhaji Hassim. The files of oil bunkery had been documented from the lates 80s’ when a myth created a new movement, which is today the biggest underworld criminal gang in Sub-saharan Africa. He had been subject of many Interpol investigations, each time the case was brought up; it’s always been dropped due to lack of evidence. He was deep into many African economies; taking down Alhaji Hassim was close to destroying the economy of about 40% of Africa, that’s how deep his influence was. However, Chike was a different sort of investigator, his news of redeployment had travelled through all the floors of the JTF building. This new investigation rumor has it that they’re disregarding every other investigation done in the past. Mohammed was a senior officer in the state CID before he was redrafted to JTF, he had in the early 90s’ investigated the Alhaji Hassim story but it didn’t end in anything concrete, it was said then that the man was a ghost. The investigations hit a brick wall because Alhaji Hassim bought Mohammed’s loyalty. Mohammed who was a skinny man while he was with the Police was now Obese, closer in appearance to the Michellin man. He keeps rolling around the department, getting into gossip with the secretaries, rumour has it that he even sleeps with some of the secretaries and junior female officers. The files that could implicate Alhaji Hassim, Mohammed claimed to have destroyed, but the shit was about to hit the fan with the new investigation, Mohammed knew if Chike and his people dig well, they will soon need to check that file and then find that information where it is hidden. Mohammed had the perfect plan, it had been done before, and it could be done again. Everyone knew Mohammed closed late, on Tuesday evening, Mohammed went to the Records room, flirted with the secretary a bit and then disappeared into the records room, made a photo copy of the document, folded into into his baba riga and went down the hall to the door that had been sealed for years, greased the lock and opened it after a few stuggles with the door, meanwhile earlier that day on the 4th floor, he had done the same operation. After making the copies, he took some documents from an abandoned investigation and exited the storage room. He made his way back to the 4th floor where his office was, more of his colleagues were in the office discussing who is better in C. Ronaldo & Lionel Messi. Mohammed joined in the praises for the little Argentine wonder, and then he left with the rest of the office. They all entered their individual cars and left that night. It was early morning breaking news that the Ministry of Agriculture building was burning, the fire started in the 3rd floor and has since burnt the 3rd, 4th and climbing into 5th floor. Mohammed was sitting in the living room watching the news on tv, smiling to himself. He had done exactly what Alhaji wanted and also saved himself a copy of secret as an insurance policy for himself. He thought to himself; now let’s see how Chike will know the real identity of Alhaji Hassim. 1 Like |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by Mention(m): 6:28am On Sep 29, 2014 |
Classy update |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by handie(m): 6:48am On Sep 29, 2014 |
Mention: Classy updatethanks BOSS. We gradually getting there. have a blessed week |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by labaski(f): 10:46am On Sep 29, 2014 |
hello handie and mention..how is it going?.. and has handie visited dat workshop thread? |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by handie(m): 12:24pm On Sep 29, 2014 |
labaski: hello handie and mention..how is it going?..handie has visited the thread and things are gradually getting better. Thanks for always being there hon.....would've abandoned this stuff were it not for you and mention |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by handie(m): 12:39pm On Sep 29, 2014 |
A FRUITFUL AND BLESSED WEEK FILLED WITH WARMTH, SUNSHINE AND LOVE IS MY SINCEREST WISH FOR ALL OF YOU THIS NEW WEEK. STAY BLESSED Special new week shoutout to my bro Deolu without whom this work wouldn't be possible THE ADJACENT EPISODE 13: Jibola Balogun was sitting in his lavishly furnished living room listening to the news on the fire that burnt some part of the Ministry of Agriculture building. He thought to himself that the government always want to fool people. He thought to himself that people will think it’s the Agriculture building not knowing it’s the where government stores all of its secrets. There is a reason for that building going down. It’s not an accident. JB knew he had to re-arrange his tactics as Karim was blown beyond recognition earlier on. At this point, Jibola was more interested in who Alhaji Kasim was than in destroying his business. The ultimate revenge right now would be stealing back the same business Alhaji Hassim stole decades ago. The only person with this privilege information was Mohammed as he gathered while throwing money around the Police. All his money could get him was that Mohammed was one of the earliest Policemen to investigate him. He learnt that Mohammed was on his tail while he was still climbing the ladder of Mysteriousness. He brought out the paper with Mohammed’s phone number and dialed, the phone rang and Mohammed picked. Jibola continued in his husky voice “Good morning Mohammed, I don’t think it’s coincidental that the JTF office got burnt when Alhaji Hassim’s investigation was re-opened. I think you were trying to burn whatever is left of the evidences against him” Mohammed cut in “Who are you? You shouldn’t be making accusations without proof.” Jibola continued “I have N100 Million that says you know who Alhaji Hassim is.” Mohammed went silent, no response. Jibola continued “I will give you time to think about this and I will call you back soon.” Mohammed still didn’t have anything to say, Alhaji Hassim had stopped bribing him since the investigation had been silent. Moreover, all he gave him was N5 Million. A million thoughts were running through Mohammed’s head. He was already planning how he and his family will escape to a new place with fresh identity, all this were going on his head all in seconds, and his thoughts were cut short when Jibola’s voice came back on the phone. Jibola continued “By the way, my name is Jibola Balogun, and things are changing in Oil Bunkery in Nigeria, you should change parties for your sake and your family’s. Talk to you soon.” The line went dead, he looked at the called I.D and all he saw was Private line. Jibola picked up another scrambled phone and texted Chike the following “The fire that burnt your building isn’t coincidental with the Alhaji Hassim investigation. You might wanna chat with the Obese Hausa dectective. ~Anonymous ” 1 Like |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by labaski(f): 1:20pm On Sep 29, 2014 |
uhmmmmm... patiently following.. |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by labaski(f): 1:22pm On Sep 29, 2014 |
handie: handie has visited the thread and things are gradually getting better. Thanks for always being there hon.....would've abandoned this stuff were it not for you and mentionu are always welcum..all for d best..we wey no sabi write story,we sabi read am..and i dont get tired reading.. |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by Mention(m): 3:31pm On Sep 29, 2014 |
handie: thanks BOSS. We gradually getting there. have a blessed weekYeah... Wish you the same bro.. |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by Mention(m): 3:31pm On Sep 29, 2014 |
labaski: hello handie and mention..how is it going?..Its going pretty kul.. Welcome back!! |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by Mention(m): 3:33pm On Sep 29, 2014 |
Nice one.. But the update seemed short anyway its okay... I heard there z a thread where they endorse topics for frontpage, you can go there and announce ya story, it could get you a bunch of followers you know! |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by handie(m): 3:39pm On Sep 29, 2014 |
labaski: u are always welcum..all for d best..we wey no sabi write story,we sabi read am..and i dont get tired reading..lolz. what more can I say than more mb to ur phone and clearer eyes to read the stories? |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by labaski(f): 4:01pm On Sep 29, 2014 |
handie: lolz. what more can I say than more mb to ur phone and clearer eyes to read the stories? |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by Timothy3113(m): 6:56pm On Sep 29, 2014 |
Welldone dude. I beg oga Handie what is the naame of your blog. |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by handie(m): 9:19pm On Sep 29, 2014 |
Chike’s flight to Abuja landed a few minutes after 5, his mission in Abuja was clear. He needed to report to his Boss and it was not something he couldn’t do over the phone but the Colonel wanted to see him in person, also to investigate the anonymous tip he got about the fire on 3rd and 4th floor. Walking through the arrival section of the airport, he could see people moving around with no care in the world, going about their businesses. Some families hurrying around to travel back home for the weekend, Friday evenings were always hectic. He couldn’t but notice some girls dressed like they were going for a party, he shared the same flight with them, they were so noisy, talking about their boyfriends comparing them with their Aristos. He knew definitely these were runz girls, a little question popped in his mind; the inner voice asked him when last he had sex. He ignored the question and brought himself back to reality. He brought his phone and called the number of the driver assigned to bring him into the office. The driver pulled up and they left. The drive back to the fire ravaged building was uneventful, Chike was silent and the driver was also silent. For a minute, Chike prayed that every driver should be like this guy, no need to chit-chat. Chike always told them point blank that he wasn’t interested in chit-chatting, telling them before the journey starts usually works wonders. As the driver passed by the abandoned containers, Chike wondered, was there any reason why these containers hadn’t been thrown out or sold. So, he asked the driver, earlier in his career, he had found out that the secret of most influential people and the organizations were with the people at the bottom of their pyramid. If you want information about anything, all you need to do is ask the cleaners or the office assistants, from who is sleeping with who to who is sabotaging who. The people at the bottom of the corporate pyramid had it all. Chike asked the driver “Oga, wetin all this containers dey do for here” The old man answered “Na business center dem be before, dem bin don dey there since late 80s. Some of them na office for them the people wey dey build Abuja road that time, some of them dem dey use am sell food. If you look am very well, dem dey scattered for every wia. When I first come Abuja early 90, na that time I just born my second son, Rapheal, dem pack all of them go, dat time I hear say them dey sell am. My Oga then arrange for me to buy am but my wife never relocate to Abuja then, I plan am that time say she go dey use am sell her small market but Man proposes, God disposes. I no no why them no just sell them, e get one time like 7 years ago wey dem sell some out of them. Na that time I come buy am for Mama Michael, my last born Racheal just finish Primary 5 that time, wan write common entrance. I hear rumour say them go sell the rest very soon, Life dey very organized that time, number dey all the container body, all of them get wetin dem mean. Abi, you wan buy ni? ” Chike knew typical of driver, ask them one question and the diarrhea of the mouth begins, i only asked about the containers but the driver has managed to tell me about when he started working in Abuja, his kids, his wife. Cabmen aren’t security conscious at all. Chike knew he had to answer this man stylishly so the conversation can end else the man might just continue to tell him how the civil war broke out. Chike replied “I no dey buy, I just dey wonder why dem dey here, thank you for the enlightenment.” The driver was sad that Chike cut his speech mojo, he wanted to narrate how he and his father survived the civil war and escaped to Lagos. The driver parked in front of the building. Chike got out of the car, it was already getting dark, but he could see the destruction of the building, he thought to himself that it was because the building was old, the materials used for building were reliable else the fire on the third floor would have brought down the whole building. The third floor was leveled, all the chairs, tables, shelves, everything was gone, same for the fourth floor as well. Chike went through the staircase up, entered into the third floor; saw a couple of colleagues, everyone wondering how the fire could have started. Everybody had their own theory of how the fire started. People were trying to give their best scenario of what really happened Mohammed was there, Chike joined in, greeted everyone around with a handshake; he walked around the whole floor, making observations. It was Mohammed’s turn, he continued “I think what happened was that, the fire came from the wiring, I can remember a few months ago. I came here to pick some files and I heard some spark from the junction box. I called the electrical department. They told me they would fix it but they didn’t fix it, these things don’t just happen in a day, it was little by little. I think the reason more people didn’t notice is because more of the detectives in this place were becoming lackadaisical about investigation. Most of the detectives’ here hate paperwork; nobody had been down there for a long time. I saw this coming” Mohammed continued blabbing in his Hausa accent to the colleagues citing instances he had warned them about it but no one had taken him serious. Chike wanted to offer his own theory as well but then he remembered the text message he got from his anonymous source.The last part of the message kept playing out in his head “Talk to the Obese Hausa detective” Chike knew Mohammed was the one been referred to as the Obese Hausa detective, there are other detectives’ but Mohammed was the only one with a thick Hausa accent. He allowed Mohammed finish, when he was about to leave, Chike escorted him down asked him if he could join him for a short talk. In his proud ways, Mohammed kept lamenting about how nobody ever took him seriously in the department, he claimed to have warned them about this impending doom. Chike listened to him all through without interruptions. Mohammed just couldn’t stop talking about forseeing the doom. When Mohammed finished, Chike continued looking at the floor as they walked side by side “Mohammed, I think this whole fire accident was carefully organized” Mohammed stopped in his step “What are you talking about” Chike continued “I think someone is trying to cover something up”, mimicking a deep thought mode. Mohammed replied in deep thought to what Chike said “What were they trying to cover up, Chike” Chike looked up and replied “Mohammed, you should answer that question yourself, you already said you’re the only detective that appreciates paper work” Mohammed replied getting furious at the accusation “Chike? What are you trying to insinuate?” Chike replied firmly “We’re discussing this, lets reason this together Mohammed” Mohammed’s breathing stabilized and he replied in a low tone “Ok” Chike continued “My theory to this is that, firstly it was carefully organized. Secondly, we all know that floor is for records and almost nobody goes down to that floor asides for people who flirt” Mohammed replied “I still don’t agree with your first point but the second one is true to an extent” Mohammed smiled at the second part of the statement, Chike continued “I think what happened is that someone opened the backdoor of the third floor which hasn’t been opened in a very long time, almost a decade, the locks, the doors, the iron I saw was in a bad shape. The person came back in the middle of the night or under the disguise of working late, set the place on fire, did the same on the 4th floor and spoofed the electrical systems on both floors” Mohammed wasn’t sure how to respond to the analysis of how the fire was staged. Mohammed replied “That! My friend is a good plan and it might have worked” Chike exclaimed “It already worked!” Chike was ready to delve into how he was sure the fire was staged by Mohammed, when his phone began to ring, the caller ID was Colonel Weyinmi. Mohammed was still looking dazed when Chike told him he would catch up with him later, Mohammed was so sure they were unto him. Instead of going to the beer parlour for his usual tradition, he skipped it and went home with 2 people on his mind, Jibola Balogun & Alhaji Hassim. The Minister of Defence was sitting at the table with his family having dinner when the call came in, the call was one he had been expecting, that line which the call came in with was a special line, the people who had that number were special people, his business partners, shady only, his girlfriends, his baby mamas. You would expect that a 62 year old General wouldn’t be so randy but his type of randiness needed a new word in the dictionary, he would spearhead different parties to bring in girls from different countries just for orgies, most recently, the South African party, where all the girls were south Africans, flew in about 15 of them. The General at home was a different man, decent, even an Elder in the church. He looked at the caller number and saw Hakim. He stood up sharp from the table and excused himself to his room, locked the door, went into his library, locked the library door behind him as well. He shut the windows, the doors, settled into the comfy sofa and continued his conversation. The Minister continued “They’re unto you big time!” Alhaji’s voice was hard and firm, he replied “You already said that yesterday and what do you mean by ‘you’?” The Minister almost stammered “I mean we, they’re unto us” Alhaji responded “I thought you handled them few weeks ago when the Joint Committee set up the task force?” The Minister replied “I did but the mercenaries were all executed by Chike” Alhaji rubbed his hands over his eyes and replied “But why should I be bothered about this one, they always open them only to close them a few months later” The Minister replied “Alhaji, this time around, they have someone in your camp!” Alhaji replied”am listening” The Minister continued “They know about Karim’s bomb explosion, they know about the new associate recruitment. The JTF building has burnt, burning specifically the records department. Definitely, this is serious this time around.” Alhaji replied “Hope my records have been expunged from the records room” The Minister replied “I thought you had arranged for Mohammed to do that” ALhaji replied “I think he has wiped it out but I also think he’s the one responsible for the burnt floors. Can we arrange for Mohammed to be permanently relieved of his duties?” The Minister replied “I can do that” Alhaji replied “Make sure it is done well and urgently” The Minister continued “This might as well be the biggest challenge to this your reign, the President has given JTF all the necessary backing it needs. They’ve been given the access to break whichever door they need to break, to question whoever they deem fit. I think you should be out of the country for now” Alhaji replied “Thank you General for your concern but I will stay, I am not a coward, have you forgotten my antecedence so quickly?” Alhaji continued “Hope he knows that if I fall, the economies of so many African countries are going with me” The Minister replied “He doesn’t care about other countries; all he cares about is taking you down. He doesn’t seem interested in the depth of your involvement in other economies. He keeps complaining about how Nigeria loses from your crude oil lifting. ” Alhaji continued “He still doesn’t have an idea that I contributed N300 million to his campaign funds, does he?” The Minister replied “He doesn’t know it was you, I think you should arrange to meet with him” Alhaji kept quiet for a minute and responded “I will get back to you, just make sure you handle Mohammed as discussed” Alhaji was the last voice in the conversation as the phone call ended. Alhaji left the special room he was making the call, came out and join his committee of friends as they were arguing loud about the chances of their politician candidate. It was a special gathering, a higher class of elites, the meeting of kingmakers. None of them had the idea that one of them was the myth called Alhaji Hassim. They had all dined together for years, had their political views, consulted with different government across Africa and some parts of Europe. Their organization was called the African Interest. They were elder statesmen. Ten minutes later, 15 naked South American girls walked into the room and scattered themselves amongst the old men, it was their Brazilian night. One could tell Alhaji was thinking about something but as soon as the entourage of the crème Brazilian girls came in, he put a pin on the thought and pushed it to the back of his mind. 1 Like |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by tescoleps(f): 10:22pm On Sep 29, 2014 |
Finally here...Also a big fan of Deolu bubble.. Following.. |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by labaski(f): 10:35pm On Sep 29, 2014 |
tescoleps: Finally here...Also a big fan of Deolu bubble.. Following... u are welcome sis.. |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by handie(m): 10:36pm On Sep 29, 2014 |
tescoleps: Finally here...Also a big fan of Deolu bubble.. Following..welcome to the thread..... as my fellow fan, a special seat @ d front row is exclusively yours |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by tescoleps(f): 7:35am On Sep 30, 2014 |
labaski: . u are welcome sis..Oshey. |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by tescoleps(f): 7:37am On Sep 30, 2014 |
handie: welcome to the thread..... as my fellow fan, a special seat @ d front row is exclusively yoursTanx.. Gud morning to u. Any update today |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by handie(m): 7:41am On Sep 30, 2014 |
tescoleps:maybe....make I consult oga Deolu first. But how come u are up this early? me going back to sleep o..... everywia cold |
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