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(Episode 9) The Bonny Island Massacre

The masked man had changed his outfit and even if Yvonne met him, she wouldn’t recognize him. He was dressed in a tuxedo. He was shadowing, House of Rep. member, Danlattu, who was a top notch member of the nation’s ruling party, AFC. He had seen the cake being served to him, and the man had taken a big bite. Then suddenly, he gave a loud yelp, and before anyone could ask what was wrong, he was vomiting blood.
It was not only Danlattu, who was vomiting blood; others who had eaten the cake were also vomiting blood. Daisy was not only vomiting blood, she had staggered and fallen to the floor, where she was writhing in pain.
Daisy: “She did this, that Yvonne, she poisoned me, and wants me dead” she said amidst painful moans. Then finally, she slumped on the floor. People could not gather around her because there were others vomiting and falling down to their death.
Mira stood and looked at the remaining chunks on the tray, then she looked at Yvonne who stood with horror on her face. The people, who were about to take a chunk of the cake, refrained from doing so.
Pandemonium broke out when they realized it was those who had eaten the cake, who were falling to their death. People ran as fast as their legs could carry them. They ran for their cars, some ran away forgetting their cars.
Yvonne: “What is going on here?” she asked no one in particular. The sight before her was a nightmare and she wished someone who tap her and she would wake from it. She felt like she had been thrown into a sea filled with icebergs, as her body ran cold, cold with fear and horror.
Bodies were splayed everywhere, with blood trickling out the side of their mouths. Within minutes, all the surviving guests had fled, and the Ngegwu mansion was silent like a graveyard. Yvonne looked around her and the screams she had been screaming inside her heart, burst out of her lips. Her scream rend the silent night, and it could be heard from the street below.
Yvonne: “Why me, why does this have to happen at my own birthday party” she cried, looking around for somebody. Her mother who had been transfixed in place by the horrific sight, was galvanized into action by her daughter’s screams. She rushed to her and held her in her arms.
Annabel: “It is going to be fine, baby” she said as the sobs choked her words. No matter how she looked at it, it was bleak. She could remember very well, that her daughter had announced to the guests that she made the cake herself.
Femi, while the cake was being unveiled had gotten a call from the private investigator. He had rushed into the house and gone to Yvonne’s bedroom, to receive the call. When the investigator gave him the same old story of ‘no leads’, he decided to propose Yvonne’s idea to him. The P.I had agreed that it was the next best option and had promised Femi to get to it. They were still talking when Femi heard Yvonne’s scream. His heart flew into his mouth as he imagined that something had happened to her. As he ran down the stairs, all he could think about was that, he had failed Yvonne. He promised her that he would protect her and yet he had left her.
But when he burst out through the patio door into the garden, he stopped abruptly. Femi took his hand to his face and wiped his eyes. He opened them again and what he saw did not change, gone were the guests, instead there were dead bodies on the floor, and they all had horror etched into their faces. It was obvious that their death had been painful. The dim lights, hanging in the low shrubs, casted shadows on the scene, making it more grotesque. Then he saw mother and daughter holding each other, and crying.
Femi: “Yvonne, what is going on here?” he asked, unable to come to terms with what he was seeing. How a beautiful party turned into a horror movie was too complicated for his mind to analyze. When Yvonne saw him, she ran to him and began to cry fresh tears. Femi just held her, he didn’t know what had happened, but it was not as important as knowing that Yvonne was safe. He watched as Annabel, Yvonne’s mother took out her phone and began to dial a number, he assumed that she was calling Yvonne’s father. Yvonne’s father had not taken time out to come for his daughter’s birthday party, Femi wondered now, if he would not dump whatever he was doing to come down to Port-Harcourt, now that this kind of massacre had happened in his house.
Just then they heard the wail of the siren, and the sound was coming towards the house. It was at that time, that the implication of what had happened fell on Yvonne. Fear and confusion fell on her, people had eaten her cake and died. Who would believe her if she said she didn’t know how that happened. The police van drove into the compound, with the wail of the siren breaking the quietness of the compound. Fierce looking men, with their guns cocked, marched into the garden, their guns pointing at the only three people found in the compound.
A tall, dark man, who was probably in his early forties walked up to the trio, he wore a cashmere sweater and dinner pants like he had been pulled off a date with a woman. He had a smile on his lips, but Femi realized immediately that it was a trick, to get them to relax, perhaps relax enough to spill their secrets.
Man: “I am detective Musa, we got a call concerning this residence, and coming here, I can see there is trouble. Anybody cares about telling me what went on here?” he asked arrogantly.
Annabel: “The head of the house is not home, you do know that this is the residence of Prince Ngegwu” she said, posturing. She was hoping that she could intimidate them with their name, to stall time enough for her husband to materialize from wherever he was. But she could tell from the mocking look in the detective’s eyes that he was not intimidated.
Detective Musa: “I am sure you do not need the head of the house to speak for you. Infact he is not here and he has nothing to tell me. But you all are here and in the best position to tell me what happened” he said with a sly grin. When no one made any move to speak, he turned and focused his eyes on Yvonne. She was a beautiful woman, he could tell, even though there were black streaks on her face, obviously from her mascara. Her eyes were puffy like she had been crying, but detective Musa was not moved by that. He fixed his eyes on her and turned on his charm. He thought that she was the weak link, and he could charm her into talking, even though the others didn’t speak. But he would soon find out that Yvonne was not one to be called vulnerable.
Detective Musa: “Sweetheart, I know how horrible you must be feeling, your birthday has turned into a carnage. I want to know what happened here, help me out” he said in the softest of tones, and with friendly eyes.
Yvonne: “Cut it out detective, I will not fall for your tricks. I know quite well about your reputation. These people died after eating the birthday cake, and I cannot explain that. I demand that you do a full investigation into this, and find the culprit who turned my birthday into carnage, using your words” she replied, the tears was gone and her eyes had become hard.
Detective Musa had a reputation in the Police force, he was known to do anything to mark a case as solved. There had even been rumours of evidence tampering, and setting people up with incriminating things, to nail them to a crime. People argued that it was always guilty people, who were smart enough to cover their asses that he usually set up. However the Police force had never seen evidence to prosecute him with, so he remained and as rumored continued to solve cases with any tactic available to him.
Yvonne making reference to his rumored reputation had put him in a bad mood and wiped off the smile from his face. His face was hard set, and his eyes had lowered to slits. He put his hand in the pocket of his pants and brought out a small writing pad.
Detective Musa: “So you say the guests ate the cake and just died?” he asked, writing God knows what in his writing pad.
Yvonne: “They began to vomit blood, and slumped” she explained. Her former confidence was gone, and in its place was fear and uncertainty. She did not know what was going to come out of the questioning, but she knew that ultimately, she was in trouble.
Question: Were the guests poisoned by the cake Yvonne baked, or by something else? What role did Yvonne play in their deaths?
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(Episode The Bonny Island Massacre

She turned to go back to her room, but she felt a grip on her arm, and she was spun around. She stared into the eyes of the masked man, and her lips quivered in fear.
Yvonne: “What do you want with me? Please, please, don’t hurt me” she pleaded in shaky voice. The masked man pulled her close, and in fright she lifted her hands and it hit the masked man square in the face. She heard a grunt and could tell the masked man was angry and would hurt her.
“ Is this how I am going to die on my birthday? Oh God, come to my rescue”
she cried in her heart.
The man heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and brought out a knife from inside the coat he wore. He slashed the side of Yvonne’s dress and ran away; just at the same time that Femi came up the stairs. Yvonne rushed to him and encircled herself in his arms.
Femi: “Yvonne, what happened?” he queried anxiously.
Yvonne: “I don’t know how he got in here, he wanted to hurt me and only left when he heard footsteps” she whimpered. But she began to wonder why the man didn’t hurt, he had enough time to bury the knife in her chest before Femi came up the stairs, but he had cut a part of her dress. Why? She wondered.
Femi: “Oh no, are you alright?” he looked her over, and pulled her back into his arms. At that moment, he realized that he didn’t care about mundane things like who was the head in their relationship, as long as he didn’t lose her. He loved her that much, but was their love strong enough to withstand the troubles ahead, time would tell.
Yvonne: “Femi, I am sorry about lying to you, and not listening to you when you told me to let it go. Now, Daisy wants to hurt me” she said whimpering.
Femi: “Do not bother about that, ma Cherie” he replied, and took her to the garden where her guest were waiting.
Yvonne was overwhelmed by the turn out, as she could see very important personalities who she was sure, had left Lagos and Abuja to come to Port-Harcourt, just to honor her. The only sadness was her father who had as usual, sent a gift, which was another Range Rover car she didn’t need. Femi saw the sadness pass over her face, as her eyes rested on the slick black Range Rover decorated with pink ribbons.
Femi: “He loves you, you can tell in the gifts. He probably was not able to make it” he tried to placate her.
Yvonne: “But these politicians could make it, and I don’t even have any relationship with them, why not him?” she retorted.
Then she saw Daisy, her heart skipped a beat because she remembered the phone call that she had received. Could Daisy be responsible for the masked man that tried to hurt her? she pondered hard. Femi noticed the frown on her face and followed her line of sight to where Daisy was standing, watching them, with her thin lips in a tight line.
Yvonne: “I should have listened to you, Femi. Daisy is up to something and I am scared”
Femi: “I could say I told you so, but I wouldn’t gain anything from that. Anyways, do not be afraid, I will not allow anything happen to you” he said.
The M.C called Yvonne to the stage to give her speech, and she walked up regally to the front of her guest close to the fountain. Her mother was aghast when she noticed the tear by the side of her dress.
Annabel: “Yvonne, you ripped your dress!” she exclaimed, not believing that her daughter just destroyed a million dollar couture gown.
Yvonne: “Mother, do not worry about this, it is me trying to modify the style to suit my own fashion taste. If Nicki Minaj is allowed to have a wardrobe malfunction, why can’t i?” she teased and the guests laughed, they were practically eating out of her palms.
Daisy saw firsthand, the charm and grace that Yvonne exuded, that made clients trust her even though she was just two years in the industry. Yvonne laughed when she should, her laughter was lilt and feminine. She also cajoled them, infact she was a good actress, and Daisy wondered why she didn’t go into acting or modeling like her mother. Her eyes moved to where Annabel stood with some of her elite friends who were cheering her for having such a wonderful daughter. Daisy had never felt so bitter towards anyone, she looked to where a man was standing, scanning the crowd with practiced eyes.
She glared at him purposely and he shook his head, ever so slightly, that no one noticed the exchange between them.
After Yvonne’s speech, the guests were treated to fine wine and delicious cuisine, while a live band thrilled them with afro music. Unknown to the guests, there was a force of death lurking in the shadows, waiting to devour them. Even the celebrant was unaware of the tide of death that was about to sweep the place. If she was, she wouldn’t be sporting the smile she had on.
Yvonne’s smiled because of the sweet things Femi was whispering into her ears. Her eyes were lit with joy and even her mother could tell from where she was standing that her daughter was happy.
Femi: “I know you might be skeptical about what we have because of my religion, but I am ready to denounce my faith because of you” he said, his hand was clasped around her waist.
Yvonne: “I wouldn’t want you to do that, Love has no boundaries and even though it is going to be hard, we can make it” she replied him, grinning from ear to ear.
Femi: “This is what I want to do because come to think of it, I am not even sure my real parents were Muslims” he said and Yvonne pushed herself away from him in surprise.
Yvonne: “What did you say?”
Femi: “Yes I didn’t tell you all these while, because my father forbade me to tell anyone. But if we are going to be married, there should be no secrets between us” he replied.
Yvonne: “Oh my God, your mom and dad are not your real parents?” she asked with wide eyes.
Femi: “Yes and for years they lied to me. It was on my mother’s death bed that she told me about my adoption. I have been searching for my real parents since my mother died, but no headway. The only person who can help me is my father and he has refused to help because he fears embarrassment” he narrated to her.
Yvonne: “Now I understand why you take trust and lies seriously. Have you tried an espionage job, like enter your father’s safe and find documents pertaining to your birth, do you even know where you were adopted from?”
Femi: “I knew if I shared it with you, we could come to a solution. I know just want to do. Since my father doesn’t want the easy way out, he is going to get it the hard way. I think we should start planning our wedding, I am convinced that you are the woman for me” he said. Yvonne was too overwhelmed that she rushed into his arms and kissed him.
Their kiss was broken up by the M.C who had walked to where they were and took Yvonne by the hand. It was time to cut the cake and Yvonne was supposed to stand in front of her cake for the unveiling. She told everyone that she had baked the cake by herself, mixing every ingredient with love for the people who had come to support her. The guests were moved by her speech and they trooped out to unveil the cake with big amounts of money. They dropped checks which ran into millions beside the cake. And finally it was time to cut the cake.
Daisy would have left the party but the man she had put in charge of a job at the party had still not performed the job. He circled around the elites wondering where the opening would come from. The job he had been assigned to do had to be done quietly without any trace to him, or fall out on Daisy.
The cake was cut and small chunks of it were passed around to the guests. Mira was the one holding the tray of cakes and she insisted that the politicians ate from it. Her reason was that, they had unveiled the cake with huge amount of money and needed to eat from it.
She took it a step further and walked up to Daisy with the tray of cakes, and asked that Daisy took a cake and eat from it.
Mira: “If you are not going to eat cake, why did you come?” she asked with eyes that looked into Daisy’s without fear. Other guest already had their attention on the duo, so Daisy took the cake and bit into it, glaring at Mira.
Yvonne and Femi watched Mira force Daisy to eat the cake. On their minds, they wondered what Mira was playing at. Femi, now privy to how much Mira was jealous of Yvonne, was skeptical at Mira’s actions and wondered what she had up her sleeves. He turned to Yvonne to state his reservations about her friend.
Femi: “Sweetheart, You need to be careful about…” he did not complete his statement, as a cry of pain erupted in the midst of the guest. Everyone turned to a politician from the ruling party, who was oozing blood out of his mouth.
Question: What has happened, and what does Daisy have to do with it?
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you could have used a single thread for the story....... nice write up though...


need D next episode

I remove Mhi cap for u