A new Sci-fi crime thriller book authored by Doctor Tansi is out. The book titled The Daredevils is about the exploits of some underworld gang members and the police team set up to get them. Setting is a future eastern Nigeria which is now Biafra Republic in the year 2038, in the world of metaverses, robots, AIs and the rest.

This 274 pages, twenty two Chapter young adult novel is quite thrilling, suspense filled and full of unexpected twists. Here's the blurb and further details...


Its the year 2038. Nigeria has amicably split into several regional and autonomous national governments. As the various new governments tries to catch up with the rest of the world with Internet Of Things, self driving cars, Robots, AI self-defence systems and other novel technologies and infrastructure become widespread and the acceptable norms all over the world, a new challenge emerges.

In the new Biafra republic, formerly the south eastern part of Nigeria. A criminal gang of daredevils, an assassin recently released from prison and an experienced police detective clash.

The daredevils, a ruthless criminal gang led by the Charismatic twenty years old Rick, are out to perform what will become the biggest "heist" in the new country. Erere, now an old man after his release from prison is vengeful and out to settle scores with perceived enemies in government circles, the police force and in the criminal underworld. While Inspector Danladi and his team using the combined power of digital and analogue tools try to stop them, prevent more deaths and bring all the bloody criminals to justice.

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Here are some Excerpts:

CHAPTER 1

The leader of the gang, Rick, thought out a plan. He called the rest of the gang, Jude and Doyin and told them of his plans. He showed them a blueprint of the layout of the house and a mini 3D print model of the safe they were going to rob.

“This is how the safe looks. I have tested all possible combinations on it. And two of my codes works.” He said, showing them a portable beeping electronic device, he held against the safe. The safe clicked open after a few seconds. They nodded in agreement at his comments.
“This is the best plan you have ever come up with yet.” Jude replied smiling.
“Yes, the best ever.” Doyin added, picking his nose with his index finger. Rick just smiled.

When the clock struck three into the early hours of dawn, they crept out of their hideout, a one room apartment in a slummy part of town, and headed for their target destination armed with a cutlass, axes, knives and a few accessories respectively, which they hid underneath their clothes. Rick carried a small pistol – a forty- four magnum, concealed under his black shirt.

It was a cold wet morning in December. The rain had fallen earlier the previous night. The infra-red CCTV cameras around town captured three men walking down several wet streets at dawn but they looked harmless and seemed to be heading to a legit destination. It was the year 2038 so infra-red CCTV cameras were nothing new. They were now part of the crime fighting mechanism of this new government, along with other technological and policy advancement.

The men chatted in low tones as they walked, doing all they could to look as regular and inconspicuous as they could. They found their way round via the various street lamps, security lights around their paths and a smart touch Rick turned on and off at intervals.

Rick was in front leading the way. He wore a loose black T-shirt over a blue jean trouser. Rick, looking tall, strong and quite muscular for a recently clocked Twenty years old young man, was their charismatic leader. Brown complexioned and with a full beard and a scar over his left eye. Rick was someone that would have passed for handsome but having survived on the streets for over a decade since the death of his mother, he had this hard look about him. His eyes were always sinister looking and untrusting. An Ijaw by birth, Rick had left Lagos after the death of his mother to come look for his estranged father in the town of Asaba- his father’s last known location. His father had abandoned him and his mother when he was just a month old, so Rick had nothing but hate for the man. This hate grew to animosity when he couldn’t locate the whereabouts of his dad. He ended up living in the streets surviving through petty crimes and small con activities. That was where he met Jude.

Jude was his second-in-command. A proud, chubby and unhinged Igbo fellow. He was lighter in complexion than Rick and at thirty-five years was much older but not wiser. He and Rick’s path had crossed many times. Especially times when they were caught and thrown into the same cell and juvenile detention centres only to be released for lack of evidence or for the fact that their crimes were petty and not worth the investigations or rigors of the court procedures. So the cops thought. He was medium size in height, had almost bulgy eyes, thin lips and a wide ear. His childhood friends and schoolmates used to ridicule him with “satellite ears”. A nickname he loathed. Being a fashion outcast didn’t also help this situation. He wore a striped red armless buba over a black jean trouser.

Doyin, who was the last member of the crew, was walking beside Jude and describing to him something he didn’t understand. Doyin was Nineteen years old, athletic and always full of youthful exuberance. He was wild, impatient and always believed in living la vida loca. Whatever he meant by that no one understood. He was a little taller than Jude but not as tall as Rick. He was the slimmest of all three. Rick always teased him that if they measured two of him together side by side, he wouldn't still fit Jude’s size. Though Nineteen, Doyin was already married with a daughter. He had impregnated a young girl in his village and was forced by his parents to marry her. Though right now, they were separated, he went back home or sent her money for upkeep once in a while.

Despite the fact that he was married he wasn’t responsible. He was loose with money, drank too much and loved hook ups with random call girls he met online. Being Yoruba, he had this handsome look on his face that easily convinced girls to jump into bed with him and he was a very skilled lover, thus it made the convincing easier. Money was always scarce for him hence he abandoned his bricklaying job and was interested when Rick proposed this new crew he was putting up, to him. This was when they met and became friends at their favourite bar; Nwanyi Nnewi. He literally jumped at the idea, just like his freerunning activities, with both feet. Dressed in a simple beach shirt and trousers he chatted a little too loudly that Rick had to scold him to keep his voice low.

They were petty thieves; they didn’t have a car or any other means of transport, so they walked towards their targeted destination, besides it wasn’t too far from their secret hideout. This was their first operation together as a crew. As they proceeded on foot, they saw a police officer in the distance led by a K9 unit dog, pointing a smart torch and approaching. He was wearing a sky blue and black uniform with a bullet proof vest wrapped around his body. A walkie-talkie cackled against his utility belt which held a smart pistol - the setting was on “stun” - and a pair of shiny handcuffs. A small bodycam on his chest and matching black boots completed his looks. The robbers hid behind some parked vehicles and hoped the policeman or his dog hadn’t seen or smelt them. The police officer and his dog passed on without sensing them. Relieved, they walked on until they got to Mrs Maije’s house, one of the richest and oldest houses in the town.

Madam Maije as she was fondly called, was the perfect target for their heist because she was one of the few rich people in town yet to upgrade to both the digital security and monetary policy of the new government. Besides, she was an old lady who lived alone with her maid. All her three children had grown up and either married, left the house or were living in a different part of the newly created country, Biafra.
Her house was a one-storey building with a concrete balcony at the top for a roof. Where she, her husband when he was alive and her children in the good old days spent fun days basking in the sun, counting the stars at night or entertaining guests occasionally. Built on a two plot of land, there was a wide area at the front and the side, where two cars were parked. There was also a small abandoned garden at the back of the house, facing the fence and a little gate. The space at the back of the house also served as dual purpose for the laundry line and the occasional party cooking area for when she hosted her church group.

Painted white and brown, and divided into two wings from top to bottom, there were about three bedrooms and a parlour on each floor of each wing of the house, making a total of sixteen rooms, most of which were currently unoccupied.
Madam Maije lived on the top floor at the right wing of the house along with her live-in maid, Grace and other servants who came from time to time. The other wing was for her children or visitors when they came around. The rooms in the floor wing of the house were locked and un-occupied. She won’t rent them out as she was fond of not doing well with most of the tenants she had had in the past.

A high fence painted the same colour as the house, an iron gate in front and the smaller one at the back, with flowers around the foot of the fences made the outlook of the house more serene. On the fence and gates of the house were “No Parkour” signs. Everywhere was dark outside the house. There was light in one of the rooms on the right wing of the house.

What a lucky day for us, Rick thought, appraising the unexpected darkness of the abode. Suddenly a humming sound was heard overhead and they all flinched and ducked for cover. Rick quickly flicked on his own Smart torch and pointed it at the direction of the mechanical humming. Turned out it was just a small quadcopter dispatch drone. His torch’s screen lit up, indicating the make and speed the drone was flying at. The drone was probably delivering an early morning snack or some other meal to someone. Dispatch drones were now popular and had a few years ago replaced human dispatch riders over short distances, especially when it came to small meal deliveries and goods less than five kilograms in weight. The drone zoomed twenty feet overhead, ducked under three horizontally electricity cables and disappeared around some buildings.

They all came out of their hiding and Rick turned to his men, “Jude, you take to the front gate, Doyin you scale the wall and I will take to the back” Rick instructed “and don’t forget to blow the whistle when things get rough.”

They set out, Jude stayed at the gate, Doyin was the most athletic of the three, he scaled the wall perfectly and landed quietly on the other side, while Rick was trying some keys at the back gate. One of the keys opened it. He got in and walked to the front, fiddled at the lock with the bunch of keys he was holding and then he opened it wide enough to let Jude in. He looked towards the wall as he heard a sound and pointed his smart torch just in time to whistle at Doyin who was about to bump into the kennels of two sleeping dogs “Ptuu! Ptuu!! Ptuuuuu!” Rick whistled

Doyin stopped, "Uh! Thanks!” he whispered in return as he tip-toed past the kennels. One of the big dogs yawned in his sleep but didn’t wake up.

All three walked past the cars and went into the house. One of the keys in the bunch Rick held opened the main door leading to the stairs. They went up the stairs, and tip-toed from room to room until they came to a strong room where the safe was kept. Dipping a hand into his pocket, Rick brought out the portable beeping device he had shown his gang earlier and placed it on the lock of the safe but it didn’t open the safe. He tried it again, but this time pressing a reset button on the device and holding it longer over the lock of the safe. Surprisingly again the safe didn’t click open. They spent the next fifteen minutes trying, thinking, going at the mystery of the locked safe. Then suddenly they heard voices.

“I’m thirsty Aunty Grace'' was what they heard. The voice was soft and gentle like that of a little angel and a response came in contrast to that of the first. It was rough and much older. “Wait let me get you some water from the kitchen”

The voices were those of Madam Maije’s granddaughter Ejiro and her maid, Grace. Eleven years old Ejiro was visiting her grandmother and Rick and his gang members were unaware.

In other to reach the kitchen Grace would have to walk across the front of the strong room, who’s door was open and she may see us and would scream waking the dogs and neighbors up, was the thought on Jude’s mind but Rick was already thinking ahead and waiting by the door to pounce on her and strangle her to death. Busty looking Grace dressed in a black night gown was about to walk past the door and meet death when the angelic voice of Madam Maije’s little granddaughter saved her. She suddenly called “Please don’t bother, I’m no more thirsty.”
“Ejirogene Cynthia Maije, na waoh!” complained Grace, retracing her steps as she yawned heavily and led Ejiro back to her room. She didn’t know that, that had just saved her life and also prevented Rick from committing his first murder, ever. Rick went back to the Safe, he had had enough. He shoved Doyin, who was trying something on the lock, aside, brought out his forty- four magnum and gave one shot at the lock. It was loud enough to wake the neighborhood. A few seconds later two more ear deafening shots were heard.

Ejiro and Grace scrambled from their various beds and ran to Madam Maije’s room, where all three clustered and held each other tightly, terrified. There was now noise everywhere in the quiet neighbourhood as dogs barked from afar and neighbours began to turn on lights in their various rooms. Two courageous neighbours from the next compound took up a pestle and a hand taser, respectively, walked into Madam Maije’s compound through the open gates, climbed up the staircase and walked gently into the strong room, where they had heard the shots. All they could see were two bulldogs groaning in the throes of death and an empty safe with a shattered lock.

The robbers had already fled and made away with thousands of Biafra Pounds notes, expensive jewelry and important documents. They escaped to their hideout where they shared the loot and laughed and celebrated among themselves. Their first operation ever working together as a crew had been successful.

Chapter 2

The town, surrounded by bustling forest and peasant farmlands in the north, west and southern parts and the River Niger in the east now had one major and most important highway route in and out of it. This route was the new Asaba - Warri four-carriage expressway. Two lanes were for cars, trucks and other vehicles going in alternate directions while the other two lanes, which were in the middle of the car and truck lanes, were for the speed trains that the government was introducing. The rail tracks had already been laid and the new republic government was in the process of completing the project. The speed train rail-line leading from Warri, the new state capital would link Asaba, other important towns in the state and also go over the River Niger to link up other Southeastern towns in the country.
The Four-carriage expressway was flanked on both sides by forests and farmlands and had several bridges when it crossed over small rivers and tributaries.

The vast expanse of forest beside the expressway posed a huge security threat as criminals, bandits and kidnappers had for many years terrorized travelers and held sway over the route but not with the introduction of new security measures by the government. The new national security measures introduced consisted of security checkpoints, which comprised of two security patrol vehicles; from the army, police or national highway patrol with a team of six security personnel per vehicle, along specific points on the highway. Most of the teams had at least a K9 unit, small infra-red recording CCTV quadcopter drones, the firepower of a small army and were about thirty kilometers apart. Thus, were able to respond to criminal threats on time and effectively.

There were also the additional unmanned aerial security and surveillance drones, about three in number and the eye-in-the-sky satellite. These aerial surveillance drones were sophisticated low altitude miniature airplanes with a ground-based central controller and a system of communications. They were over two metres in length and width. They were not armed with ammunitions but had tracking and surveillance features including high resolution cameras and night vision capabilities. They were more efficient and affordable than surveillance police helicopters. The eye-in-the-sky satellite provided ground security teams with thermal images and heat signatures they could use to track or trace criminals even in dense forest or foliage areas and make their work more effective. Though intended for army recon and espionage teams it had been made available to the police. Either system could be activated within a minimum of ten minutes once an authorized call from a grade level fifteen security officer was received.

Each checkpoint was stationed along the bushes or farmlands by the side of the expressway but from time to time one tends to meet checkpoint teams that stationed themselves right across the highway, impeding the free flow of traffic as they stopped and searched passengers and vehicles and on occasions collected bribes and other illegal gifts.

The other popular Onitsha – Asaba dual carriage express road was still popular but had less economic activities and travelers. It also had fewer security checkpoints compared to the new Asaba - Warri four-carriage expressway. The Rich merchant was coming in from Warri.
Rick and his men knew what to do. Since their first operation at Madam Maije’s House in December, they had successfully pulled three more high profile robberies. And had gotten money to buy more tools and weapons, from the black market.

When the D-day came, the merchant drove towards the town in a convoy of two vehicles- one a big truck filled with his goods. The truck had two armed men at the driver’s cabin, sitting with the driver. His car followed behind with the rest of the armed security. It was a steady uneventful journey. They passed checkpoint after checkpoint with no issues whatsoever, though he had to personally settle a few of the security personnel he met along the route, particularly the ones blocking the express roads for checks. He was a fairly popular merchant in the state and thus these security men made a habit of asking him for ‘something for the boys’. He just had to settle. They passed the penultimate checkpoint on their journey when suddenly Rick and his gang struck. Just ten kilometers out from the one checkpoint left, the checkpoint at the entrance of the town – which was also the busiest by the way.

The convoy turned a bend along the road only to see a burning vehicle in the middle of the road and screams from within. Several vehicles before them, stopped as drivers and passengers alighted and watched helplessly in horror. Some began dialing emergency services on their smartphones. It seemed the accident just happened a few seconds ago. Someone, a voice was still screaming from within the vehicle when the merchant’s convoy screeched to a halt behind several cars and its passengers. One of the armed security personnel from the two in the truck stepped out and three others from the merchant’s vehicle did too.

“What’s going on?” Fabulous, the squad leader asked, as he approached one of his men, the one from the truck, nodding at him, his hand firmly on the trigger of the automatic rifle he held. He looked sturdy and tough with a big chest and large biceps, like the rest of his men. He wore a black tight-fitting shirt, khaki trousers and a face-cap. A black bullet proof vest strapped across his chest and abdomen completed his look. His men were dressed similarly.
“An accident,” A passenger who was nearby and who had heard him responded.
As most travelers stood by watching helplessly, some brought out their phones and began recording. Fabulous turned to his men, and they began discussing among themselves and assessing the situation. Suddenly Nine shots rang out in rapid bursts. Four men, including Fabulous, two of his men and a passenger slumped to the floor dead or dying. Mangled pieces of black face-caps, bones, brain and blood showing where their heads used to be.

All hell was let loose. People abandoned their vehicles and fled into the bushes nearby. Six more shots in rapid succession were fired from another direction and the windscreen of the merchant’s vehicle shattered to pieces. They finally realized they were under attack but couldn’t reverse or know where the attackers were. Vehicles had already lined up behind them and most of the passengers and drivers had fled into the nearby bush.
Rick suddenly emerged from a vehicle behind the merchant’s, brandishing an automatic rifle. He shot severally into the back of the car shattering the back windscreen and filling the boot of the car with bullets. Several bullets caught the remaining two guards in the vehicle. The merchant ducked under his car seat screaming in terror.

The two armed men left, the one still seated in the truck and the one outside discussing earlier with the squad leader and the rest of his comrades before the first salvo of bullets, fled into the bush screaming like banshees. Realizing there was a robbery incident going on. All vehicles coming from the alternate express lane ceased. They parked at a distance.
Rick walked past the merchant’s car, tensed, watching closely for any movement. “Drop your weapons or I will shoot again” he commanded. His heart was beating rapidly and he was quite afraid, despite the hard drugs he had taken to steel himself against any fear or hesitations. For the first time in his life, he had used a gun to shoot and kill. There was no movement or response in the car.

Some passengers ran out from one side of the bush, into the road and back to another side of the bush they disappeared. Doyin emerged from the end of the bush where the passengers had run out from, brandishing a gun, apparently the passengers had sighted him as one of the gunmen and fled for their lives. He and Jude had hidden by the side of the road to ambush the merchant’s convoy. Doyin easily subdued the driver of the truck by pointing the gun at him. He kicked the driver out, took over the truck, drove it across the rail tracks into the other express lane; the road towards Warri and fired the accelerator pedal to the floor.

More passengers emerged from the bush screaming. Something had chased them away. It was no other person than Jude. Appearing with a gun and riding a motorcycle he emerged from the bush just a few metres in front of the burning car. Rick ran towards him and jumped on the bike, which zoomed off at great speed. He dexterously collected Jude’s gun and his and hid it inside a duffel bag Jude bore on his back. They sped on, past the last checkpoint and disappeared into Asaba town. Doyin on his own after passing the first checkpoint on the way, swerved into a bush path leading towards one of the villages nearby.
It took less than five minutes and everything was over. Clinical. By the time the first response teams from both ends of the highway could meander their way through the parked vehicles on the roads, three minutes later there was nothing they could do. Most of the passengers had left the bushes too and were either counting their losses or thanking their stars.

The fire and emergency services arrived a few minutes later too and were able to put out the huge blaze on the burning car. Turns out the car was a Tesla Self-Driving Autonomous Electric Car, Model Twelve. With a burnt Bluetooth loudspeaker sitting on the driver’s seat. Someone had parked it or programmed it to stop there and set up the fire remotely. The vehicle had been reported as stolen two days ago. Even the voice recognition control and AI of the car had already been tampered with.

The merchant cried all the way back to his base in the state capital. He didn’t even bother about his dead or dying men. His friends had warned him about a new notorious gang of daredevil armed robbers terrorizing the town but he hadn’t listened. Now this.
This news of the robbers' dare-devil attack spread like wildfire. The police searched everywhere for the missing truck and goods but found no traces of it. Doyin had driven the truck from village to village and waited at one. Hours later Rick came and sold the truck to some local mechanics who dismantled it for parts and sold the pieces off. This was after transferring the entire contents of the truck into three small vans, driving it to far away Lagos and selling it to another merchant. There was no way of tracing the goods they had crossed the border into another country.

At their hideout, the Robbers laughed and celebrated as their fortune had begun to grow. They were even happier and proud of themselves when the local news station carried reports of their latest exploit. Rick was the happiest of the three men. The news station and some local newspapers called them, The dare-devils. Rick was strangely excited over that name. Now people were beginning to pay him the attention that he truly deserved. He was no longer that invisible teenager in the room. He mattered now. It made him want to do more.
With five high profile robberies in which six lives were lost in total and in less than three months, the police had to deploy a special police detective, Inspector Danladi, all the way from the republic capital, Enugu. Inspector Danladi was one of the best brains in the police force. If anybody could catch Rick and his men, he was the perfect man for the job. When news of the deployment of Inspector Danladi was announced on TV, Rick waved it off as an insignificant event. He told his fellow dare devil robbers that it won’t affect their operations. They continued business as usual.

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CHAPTER THREE

Rick walked into Nwanyi Nnewi bar. Madam Nnewi as she was fondly called by patrons made the best Isi-ewu and peppered vegetable goat meat delicacy in town. Isi-ewu was a special delicacy made from the brains of a goat. While peppered vegetable goat meat was a delicacy of assorted parts of the he-goat garnished with half-cooked vegetables.

Nwanyi Nnewi’s bar was located at Ezenei area of Asaba. Ezenei was a plum moderate neighbourhood in the southeastern part of Asaba. Her bar was well - known in the town. The entire hall length facility was almost filled on a daily basis from morning to night, especially on weekends when there were football matches being broadcast on the large screen projector TV positioned several meters from the swinging entry/exit doors. Patrons had to stand with their drinks and food in hand while being attended to or watching the matches. That was how popular her bar was. Her ten sales girls could always be seen moving from one table to another carrying drinks or trays of appetizing dishes, processing payments via the POS/M-phone devices they held or attending to the patron’s other requests.

Rick, dressed in a trendy sleeveless blue Jalabia with black knee-length combat shorts underneath, sat close to the middle of the bar with his back directly against the wall. Here he could have a clear view of who entered or exited the swinging double doors at the rear and also the service counter at the opposite end of the hall.
His eyes wandered to the service counter now, looking for his favourite service girl. He didn’t see her, he looked more closely this time at the door behind the service counter which led to the kitchen as one girl after another went in and out, when suddenly from the corner of his eye he noticed a figure standing beside him. He turned and then smiled. The figure smiled too.

“There you are. Hauwa darling! I been dey jam my eyes for you since.” Rick said in waffi, popularly known as Warri pidgin.
Hauwa smiled seductively and laughed. Hauwa was a young ex-actress that had come down from the North; the new Arewa Republic, some years prior. She was trying for an acting breakthrough in the blooming Asaba Nollywood movie scene, then. She felt the new Biafra republic held more potential and opportunities for her. Against the wishes of her family, all the way from Kano she had come after finishing her university studies. She was a rebel, the black sheep of the family. The cursed one as her devout pious father would always say. She was Hausa but was now not only fluent in Igbo, but also in waffi pidgin.

“Fine bobo! Long time no see, where you dey shock yourself under since?” She moved closer and leaned over the table. The Apron she wore over the short green waitress dress dropped a little to reveal a cleavage of her beautiful breasts. Rick smiled as he momentarily glanced at the exposed parts of her flesh.
“Na you no won see me na.” He replied, shifting his muscular frame forward and leaning his elbows on the table.
“You no get my control number again?” Hauwa quipped.
“I do.” Said Rick as he stretched his hand to grab her breast.
“Tah! Stop it. Ashewo!” Squealed Hauwa, straightening up immediately while smiling. Rick burst into laughter as he leaned back unto his seat. “What do I get you, the Usual?”
“Yes! Yes! Sure.” Said Rick with a lusty look in his eyes. He watched her walk away, swinging her hips suggestively. She was beautiful beyond measure.

Rick and Hauwa were not really an item yet but he had promised himself that he was getting there and one of these days he was going to hit it. Hauwa, unlike other girls he had met and slept with over the years, had this charm and carefree attitude about her, about life. Nothing seemed to bother her. She could have stage four cancer and would still attend a Fireboy music concert partying like nothing had happened.
She had also claimed to be a virgin when they spoke over the phone, the few times he had called her. “You virgin!” Rick had laughed hard, “You wey your eye don tear reach the back of your head? You wey sabi bad thing pass me.”
Hauwa had taken offence over his comments. All because of her flirty and care-free nature people always assumed she was a bad girl. That she was promiscuous to the highest degree ever possible. The same judgmental eyes and words her father and the rest of her family had always dished to her. She felt if anyone should believe her it was her friend and favourite customer Rick. She didn’t speak to him or serve his table for several weeks till he apologized.

She took care of him whenever he came around, giving him special attention and even extra delicacies and drinks whenever he ordered. She often also rejected his tips. He had twice forced her to take it and that was because he threatened, he wouldn't come over again.

Hauwa had refused to let him in on her age and he was sure she would be surprised when she found out how old he was. He was sure she was way older than him. A lot of people whenever they looked at him thought he was in his early thirties. He that just turned twenty a few months back. Lots of women in particular were guilty of this and always shun his presence. Maybe it was because of his full beard.
Hauwa was the only woman in the world who had not treated him differently and who he felt had shown him real love and care. His mother? That one was a heartless, evil- scheming prostitute. All the years he had known her, she couldn’t keep a regular job, was always half drunk and welcoming different men to the house. His dad had abandoned them when he was just a month old. She had told him. He had given him the name Anaborhi, an Urhobo name meaning, “born with good destiny”, before he left.
His mother had died of Covid -19 or was it AIDS, he couldn’t remember he was just three years old then. And their landlord who was also part of the retinue of men that sometimes slept with his mom quickly threw him out and sold off their meagre properties to ‘pay for rent arrears they were owing’, he said.
He was bounced from one unfriendly relative ....

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well i must say, this book is a bomb drop
i just can't wait to read the full story....

Its still on.