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sammyomotola:
u dont kip ur promise

I am working on the next update as we speak

smarh:
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ajekxy post=31133975:

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I will hit you all up on your mails very soon. Please bear with me, a few things are delaying my giving you the link to read the hidden parts of the story.

It seems like y'all want to be invited before showing up here. No wahala, I go mention all of una.

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Not forgetting Kingphilip.

--continuation--
Mark Ashimolowo Jnr drove into his driveway and brought the car to a halt. He opened the door, stepped out and walked towards the entrance into the house. He knocked on the door and the maid, a twenty year old Mexican lady opened the door.
"Welcome sir." She greeted.
"Yeah, thanks.
Mark was clad in his everyday uniform of a black suit and any coloured shirt, but today, he was putting on a sky blue shirt. His hair was very black, something he inherited from his father whom he could barely recognise, Colonel Mark Anthony. Its been over thirty years that he set his eyes on him. That time, as a four year old boy, he couldn't remember any of the details as an adult, but his mother, with whom he had lived with from four till he he got engaged late 2013 told him a lot of things. How soldiers broke into their house, killed his father in a bloody coup and she miraculously escaped with him and a week later, they found themselves in America where they had lived since then.
"Hello Mum." He said as he walked towards, a sixty year old Grace who was sitted in the dinning area, a newspaper spread in front of her.
"Hello son." Grace replied and returned to the newspaper.
Mark silently walked into his room to have a cold shower, after which he returned to talk to his mum about the latest developement.
"What kept you this late at work? I thought you are on a three month partial leave and for those three months, you are excluded from spending the night at work." Grace asked.
"Mum, I met with the Nigerian Ambassador to the United states today, as well as the minister of Defence from Nigeria at the white house." He began.
Grace head began to swell with pride. Indeed, this son of hers is one to be proud of and for once, she thanked God for the day Mark Anthony was killed and the day she withdrew all his savings from the bank to enable herself and Junior travel out of the country. She doubt if Junior would be able to reach this level if he had lived in Nigeria. Ever since he had been drafted into the level one agents in one of the strongest Anti terror agency in the world, CIA, Mark Jnr has been going from place to places.
"I am going to Nigeria." He said.
Grace first thought he was joking, but when she saw his produce some paperworks, travelling documents and others, she knew it is the truth.
"But..." She began but couldn't continue.
"Mum, there is no problem and there is no but. I am going to Nigeria to help them fight terrorism and guess what? I will seize the opportunity to find out more about my Late father, his family and get myself acquainted with them." He replied.
"Mark." Grace whispered.
"Mum, forget it. Its my job, I have to do it." He said holding his mother's hands.
"Where is my wife?" He asked.
"She went to the clinic." His mother replied.
"To do what?" He asked.
"She didn't tell me. Maybe she is ..."
And the front door opened to reveal a beautiful lady of about twenty six, a half caste.

END OF CHAPTER 1

--continuation--
Christina led the way into the scene of the bomblast as well as the other men of the Nigeria Anti Terrorist Unit.
"Agent Christina." She said to the police officer who was standing at the entrance and he dutyfully opened the door for her to enter.
"Welcome Christina." Tony greeted from where he was assisting one of the injured victims get on the stretcher.
"We meet again!" She exclaimed as she approached him.
"I told you we would." He replied. "Hey you, get him into the ambulance." Tony beckoned on a member of the medical team who quickly came around, bowed in greeting Christina before pushing the stretcher away.
"So, how did this happen?" She asked.
"There is no lead at least for now. No group has come out to claim responsibility for these attacks and it is getting too much..."
"The third in a week." She added.
"Yeah, but we will just have to do our job. We try to get footages of the vehicles that plied the main road before and after the attack, and most importantly, the vehicles that drove into the compound within those stated time." He explained.
"I doubt how helpful that would be. Remember we have done this a number of times and nothing came out of them. Most of the vehicles used are vans where only the driver is visible and trying to track the vehicle, you realise it is unregistered." She explained.
"So, what do you suggest?" He asked.
"I think the security operatives have a lot to do in sensitizing the people to always keep vigilance and report criminal activities at sight. Then the Anti crime agencies can do underground investigation." She explained.
"Christina, is this you?" Tony asked, a suprise look on his face. "I mean I have heard so many things about you. The heroid deeds you did while working with the FBI. From where is this coming from?"
"What's wrong in what I said?" She asked.
"Don't ask me. Just put yourself in the shoes of affected victims and the security operatives came to you and said, there is no way they would be able to arrest those who attacked you. How will you feel?" He asked and walked away.
She stood rooted to the spot, unable to shake off the thought that she might actually be in trouble with her unguarded comments.
"Hey guys, I have to go. Its and emergency. Assist Agent Tony in whatever he wants to do and submit the report to my table. I will go over it tomorrow."
She needs to go home that moment, probably to lie in the bathub for an hour or two and if possible sleep inside until she could sleep no more. She felt she was loosing her mind, because she was still very active while at work the previous day, but right from the moment her son put it to her that she tell him who his father is, everything changed.
She walked to the bus-stop and boarded a taxi to her house not minding her car which was still parked in her place of work.
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The Investors and capitalist summit for Africa was taking place in the city of Lagos and the event which was organised by the Lagos state government and various African investors and capitalists on the shores of Nigeria. The President of the Federal republic of Nigeria was the special guest, ably represented by the Minister of Finance, while the UK prime minister was the guest speaker.
"Lagos state is the centre of excellence, a political heavyweight in Nigeria as well as the economic strong base. Statistical reports released Late 2013 showed that Lagos state is one of the strong cities in the world economically. With her Economy stronger than at least twenty five African countries. But for the records, Lagos state is not being celebrated here, but the investors who have helped in building Lagos state and Nigeria in general."
A loud applause followed the pause.
"It would be recalled that, the United Kingdom parliament..." He was saying when the glass directly opposite him came shattering down and even before the audience could find out the cause of the shattering glass, they realised that the Prime minister was holding his chest and bleeding.
"Put the building on a lockdown. No entry, no exit. The prime minister has been hit." The head of security said into his communication device as he ran around the hall.
"The prime minister has been hit, I repeat, the prime minister has been hit. Put the building on a lockdown. Everyone on the street be made to stop moving, adjacent buildings be put of lockdown, no movement on the street." He gave instructions, probably to the head of security outside the building.
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Christina has just opened the door into her apartment when her phone rang.
"And Christina." She said lazily.
"Where are you?" She would recognize the voice even in her dreams.
"Am at home." She replied.
"What? Home?" The voice asked.
"Yes, home. I can explain sir." She replied.
"Save it. I'll come over to your house after work.

--to be continued-

--continuation--
By the time Christina woke up the next morning, her son, Christopher was already dressed in his school uniform and before she could say Jack, the boy had raced out of the house. And for the first time in three years, she wasn't driving him to school in the morning.
She didn't bother calling him back, because she knew how much he hated her that moment, but she would give him time to come around and let them return to the old ways of mother to son relationship.
She managed to keep her head high, her confidence in average as she drove to work that morning, but the problem she encountered with the men of the Road safety brought her embarrassment, as she was forcefully pulled out of her car, but before they could drive her over to their office, she showed them her ID card and she was asked to go.
How worse can her morning get? Was the question on her mind when she entered her office that morning, before her boss showed up and asked for the result she had worked up over the night concerning the previous day's bomblast.
"But sir, you didn't tell me I would be submitting it today." She said.
Her boss who was walking out of her office stopped, turned to face her with a suprised look.
"Agent Christina, have I ever given you an assignment and asked you to submit after fourty eight hours?" The elderly man asked.
"No sir." she replied.
"So, what are you telling me?"
"Its just that I wasn't able to finish it..." She lied.
"Then you have one hour to draw up your conclusion, because we are having a video conference with the president in one hour and you are the one to brief him." He said and walked out.
That was when she concluded that, todays date must be written somewhere safe, with the title; 'THE WORST WEDNESDAY EVER.'
She managed to rush things up within one hour, but when she read it to her own hearing, it made no sense. There was no statistical backing. That was when she realised she is yet to call the head of the emergency unit for the number of deaths and injured victims.
Fortunately for her and unfortunately for some people, there was another bomblast at a local government headquater in the city and she had to lead a team to the scene.
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Daniel Martince, the Manager, Godson group of companies walked out of the chairman's office all smiles. The chairman who also doubled as his father-in-law made him the Managing director of the largest firm in the South west. Godson group of company has a subsidiary in the constuction and Industrial sector, the real estate, land and housing, petroleum and gas to mention a few. And right from the night Daniel, a young man with a humble background slid the matrimonial ring on his beloved wife, Adeola who was the only child of Chief Olarotimi Williams, popularly known as God's son, his father-in-law had made him the overall head of the companies, as well as a member of the board of governors.
And today, his salary package has just been increased, as well as the allowance and vacation packages which now included him, his wife, his children and another couple if he wants. He was all smiles as he entered his office and met his best friend Jimmy seated.
Immediately, he concluded the Jimmy and his wife would be the couple to follow him on his summer vacation.
"Guy, you sent for me." Jimmy said shaking hands with him.
"Yeah. I am in trouble."
And carefully, he explained the events of the previous night to his friend and asked for the way forward.
"Guy, you can't divorce Adeola, unless you want to loose this." Jimmy said using his hand to describe the firm where they work.
"I know, but..."
"There is no but. I will help you." Jimmy replied. "We will look for Tina and get your son off her, then he automatically becomes Adeola's son. Then that solves it." Jimmy explained.
That sounds nice, but how on earth will they get to contact Christina?
"I learnt she is back in Lagos, but don't worry, Facebook will lead us aright." Jimmy assured.

--to be continued--

--continuation--
"Who is that?" Daniel asked, his voice raised.
"Its me the caretaker." A masculine voice replied.
"Caretaker? What care you taking care of?" He asked.
"Its time for you to pay your rent." The acclaimed caretaker replied.
"e be like sey you dey craze abi? We resume its not up to a month you wan collect rent. Oga comot there before I come out o." Daniel said.
"But you asked me to come now. In fact, I gave you enough time to pay up and the failure to pay today, you will have to move your things." The caretaker replied.
"Oga, I don't have money to give you now. So, get out of there before I change am for you." He warned. Even though the money is somewhere inside his wardrobe, he couldn't bring himself to paying the rent, at least for now.
Who makes house rent a priority when a lady is in the house you want to pay for, claiming you impregnated her?
"Go and meet him before he causes a scene." Christina adviced and just like the robot he is, he stood up and made for the door.
He returned three minutes later smiling, but seeing Christina in the room brought back the old frown he was wearing before going out.
"I know what to do." She said and his face brightened up.
"You know Adeola and I are friends and sisters too. You are her boyfriend and the chances of you two getting married is very high. I don't want to kill someone's joy or ruin the chances of someone having a happy marriage or deny myself the chance of marrying the man I love. But this baby is our collective responsibility. Therefore, I will move out of school and hide somewhere until I deliver this baby, but Daniel, you will always send me feeding allowance o." She cried, this time she was already on her knees.
Daniel pinched himself hard to know if this was a dream or real. Because, in this Nigeria, no sane lady would get pregnant for a man and decide to shoulder the responsibility of facing the world and shielding the identity of the father.
"Tina." He said, more of a whisper.
She looked at him in the eye and the tears poured more freely.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
"Of course. I don't want to loose my friendship with Adeola. At least, not for now. But, we both know, this baby is our child and you will continue to contribute your quota even after your marriage with Adeola and later in the future, we would find time to tell Adeola about this." She explained.
To him, it still doesn't make sense if he were to be in her shoe, but with the turn of event, he had nothing to loose. As far as all he needed to do is to send stipends to his baby mama, then he would gladly do it. Afterall, Adeola is his financier.
The two of them agreed and just before the end of the semester, Christina ditched school, moved out of her hostel and rented a one room apartment somewhere far away from school and her parents' houses. With the help of Daniel, she was able to settle down and life continued, but in great hardship, but she deserved it. Three weeks before she was due to deliver, all hell let loose when Daniel was arguing with her over his inability to send the allowance for the month and unfortunately, Adeola overheard him talking and the secret came into open.
Even though she had explained to Adeola that she was now in Jos with her Aunt, her parents didn't know she was out of school. Afterall, they lived apart and were not on speaking terms. So when she speaks to her father and told him she was with her mother, she told her mother she is spending the holiday with her father and it worked, until Adeola found out and made it a point of duty to inform her parents.
The day she gave birth was the day she last heard from Daniel, because by the time she went to check on him in his hostel after she had delivered, she learnt, the visa lottery he had been processing for many years has been approved and he had relocated to London.
--BACK TO THE PRESENT
That was how she lost contact with him, couldn't make up with Adeola, lost the trust of her father, had to register in a criminology institute and started a new life from the scratch.
Hot tears rolled down her cheeks as she remembered every details like it happened yesterday.
And now, she learnt Daniel and Adeola are happily married, she was afraid to contact any of them and therefore she had decided to shield her son and give him the best, with a father figure present or not. Afterall, he is her future.

--to be continued--

--continuation--
Christina has been left thinking right from the time she walked out on her son. The twelve year old boy has always been mute about knowing his father save for the once in a blue moon questions he asks his mother, but Christina has never had problems shutting him up. One excuse or the other has always been all she needed to keep him shut, which was why according to her, his father died is a plane crash, his father is a serving senator, his father ran away when she got pregnant to mention a few.
But the question remains how he found out about Daniel Martins.
Is there any trace of him in the house? Certainly not. He had never visited them, how on earth did he find out about Daniel? And what gave him the conviction that he may be his father afterall? Were the questions running through her mind as hot tears rolled down her cheeks. The event of the night she shattered her own future came playing in her mind.
--TWELVE YEARS AGO
A twenty year old Christina James clad in a red top and a black jean skirt walked out of the University of Lagos teaching hospital with an almost teary eyes and mucus dripping out of her nose. She was crying, it was evident that she was crying, but she desperately wanted to hold back the tears probably until she got to her hostel or somewhere, where her privacy is guaranteed.
"Schoolgate." She hailed a cab and entered.
One minute later, the cab was still not moving.
"What's the matter? What are we waiting for?" She asked.
"Do you think I'll pick you alone? What sort of business is that?" The cabman replied.
"Please, lets go. I will pay for the empty seats." She informed and immediately, the cabman ignited the car and sped off towards the schoolgate.
Fifteen minutes later, Christina was ascending the stairs of a very popular off campus hostel occupied by the students of the University of Lagos. She stopped in from of room 17A, inhaled, exhaled, cleaned her eyes, her nose, her sweaty face before she knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" His voice boomed from inside the room.
A minute later, a twenty one year old Daniel yanked the door open and came face to face with his nightmare. The lady he accidentally had sex with about a month ago, and accidentally, the girl happened to be his girlfriend's bestfriend.
"Tina, whatsup?" He asked as he stepped aside with a pounding heart for her to walk in, which she did slowly.
"Have your sit." He said as he quickly drew out his reading table.
He retreated towards his bed and sat down fearfully. He was afraid of the kind of news she brough for him. Certainly not the death of a loved one, but the tears in her eyes spoke volume.
"What do I offer you?" He asked and immediately darted into his kitchen and returned a minute later with a bottle of coke and placed it on the floor.
"Oh! The cup." And once again, he made for the kitchen and returned with a glass cup and a straw.
"cup or straw?" He asked.
Christine collected the cup from her and immediately He ran into the kitchen to keep the straw, something he could just throw into the waste basket. But when one is likely to be in trouble in the next couple of minutes, one is expected to start doing uneccessary things to buy more time.
Despite her present predicament, Christina couldn't help but laugh silently at Daniel's behaviour.
When he returned a minute later, he realised there was nothing to do again to buy time, except ask her to stand up because he wants to clean the chair she had sat on, or clean the cup or the bottle.
"I am pregnant." She blurted out.
"What?" He steadied his balance by holding unto the mosquito net hung over his bed, but that was not enough.
"How did you know?" He asked when he had sat down on his bed.
"I went to the hospital today when I was feeling somehow and I was made to understand that...." Her voice trailed up.
'oh lord, send forth my comforter.' But God didn't send any comforter. Who will comfort a twenty year old girl who instead of facing her studies was sleeping around?
"So..." The sweat on his body if collected was enough to wash ones clothes and rinse them.
"Don't bother denying it. You are the father." She said still in tears.
"I know." It sounded more like a whisper, but to him, it sounded like 'I am dead.'
"What do we do now? Will you...?"
"Abortion is not allowed in our family. Our pastor have warned us against it and I don't want to die." She replied.
"But you know this is all your fault. As the lady, you should be able to take care of yourself since we did it without any form of protection."
"Don't put the blames on me. As a man, you should know that it is wrong to take advantage of your girlfriend's bestfriend." She replied hotly.
"Fine, fine. We are both at fault, but still we need to do something."
Then, a knock sounded on the door.

--to be continued--

sammyomotola:
D9ty7, u cant stop dere 4 now ooh

I will definitely continue

hayurmidey:
kudos bro..
Bt the new characters doesn't make it clear.. Its nt clear.. May be u shud do d introduction of the new characters.

Bro, don't worry about the characters, at least for now. They are new characters, but please, don't forget the ones I introduced during the Part ONE, there may be a connection.

CHAPTER 7

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The time was 11am and Serena was the only one at home, aside from the kitchen maids and the gateman. As usual, she was in her room playing game on her laptop just to while away time and if possible, forget her sorrows, but its not working. She was distracted and this affected her game as she couldn't even go past a level. She had tried playing about three different games and she couldn't progress further in any. Maybe she should just invite a friend over or better still go to Stephanie's house, spend one hour with her and be back before 2pm, but the thought of what happened the previous day is still fresh in her memory. Maybe she would have to switch off her phone.
Her vibrating phone caught her attention. She crawled out of bed and stretched her hand to pick it from her bedside table.
"Hello girlfriend." She said on answering the call.
"Serena, I know Dad is not home. Can you come and meet us at the Agodi garden?" Stephanie asked.
"Agodi garden ko, trans Amusement park ni abi Fun factory." Serena replied.
"This is not a time to joke. Everybody is here, Bimbo, Tayo, everyone in our set." Stephanie replied.
"What is going on there?" Serena asked.
"Jake is returning to the states and he decided to throw a small party for us." She replied.
"But why are you using a place meant for kids?" Serena asked.
"Ode(fool) who told you Agodi garden is meant for kids? Does it look like fun factory?" Stephanie replied.
"I am not coming o. I'll call Jake and talk to him." Serena replied.
"When you are not mad. You better get into something sexy now or I come down to your house to drag you." Stephanie warned.
"Try to understand. Dad would be angry if he discovered that I went out today and moreso, you didn't tell me there would be anything like this today, at least, we were together yesterday. And you can't expect me to just get dressed and start coming over there."
"I understand, maybe you'll talk to him."
Before she could protest, Jake's voice came blasting through the speaker.
"Are you there?" He asked.
"Yes I am." She replied, but in her subconscious, she felt like she said "yes I will come."
"I learnt you won't be coming to the party I organised for you?" He asked.
"For me?" She asked.
"Oh! Sorry, I mean for us." He corrected.
For the first time today, Serena smiled.
"I wish I could come, but my dad would be mad at me." She replied.
"Grow up girl. Your dad can not keep telling you what to do, its your life, you are eighteen."
"That's in America J. Here in Nigeria, parents still tell their children even at twenty five what to do." Serena replied.
"That's because you allowed them to control you since you are little. Anyways, you must not miss this party. You know, I am returning to the states on Sunday and this would be the perfect time for us to talk."
That was when she knew she would miss Jake when he finally returned to school. Even though they hadn't spend much time time together since he came, she still feel safe whenever she remembered he is still in Nigeria, and now, the thought of him leaving is just too much for her to bear.
"My dad." She said almost in a whisper.
"Nothing would go wrong. You just come."
In the end, Jake couldn't convince her to show up at the party, but within herself, she knew she would go, regardless of what would happen when she returns. She just can't wait to see Jake and hopefully, they make their relationship official today.
She sang every Withney Houston's song as she took her bath and dressed up. After spending about five minutes in front of the gate, she called her cabman who showed up in less than ten minutes and off she left for Jake's party clad in a sky blue knee length gown and a white purse.
Thirty minutes later, the cabman pulled up in front of the renovated Agodi garden along, the Oyo state parliament road and after paying the man, she walked into the garden.
"Serena Williams is here guys." Henry, her ex boyfriend screamed.
But, Henry and Jake were enemies while they were in school. What is he doing here?" She asked herself.
"the same thing you are doing here." Her subconscious replied.
"Shut up." She muttered as she went to greet her classmates, her seniors and a few of her juniors in secondary school.
"Where is J?" He asked Henry."
"He's gone deeper into the forest to see the animals with Steph." Henry, who is also Stephanie's ex boyfriend replied.
She carefully walked into the forest in search of her friend and boyfriend to be.
"What's going on here?" She asked the moment she got to the always empty house built for the Hyena where Jake was gropping and kissing Stephanie like his life depended on it.
"Its not what you think." Stephanie said as she quickly rushed to her side, but Serena immediately took off.

-- tbc--

--continuation--
A knock sounded on the door and young boy of about twelve years old walked towards the door, unfastened the lock and yanked it opene.
"Welcome mum." He greeted as he began to walk into the house.
"How are you sweetheart?" Christina asked as she walked in and shut the door.
Her son ignored her until he had sat down on a couch where he picked up the remote and switched of the television.
One thing Christina hates to see was her son in a foul mood, the boy she had twelve years ago when she was twenty year old after a one night stand with her friend's boyfriend. She hates to remember the events of the night, the aftermath and the days building up to her delivery date. That year, she lost a sister in her friend who wouldn't listen to her explanation, she lost a friend in her friend's boyfriend who denied the paternity of the child, she lost her father who sent her out of his house to go and live with her mother. The same day she lost her future, but despite all this, she had always treated her son like a brother, like most ladies would treat every child born out of wedlock with disgust, she treated her son, Christopher like a twin brother.
"Chris, what's the problem? Did anybody annoy you at school?" She asked sitting down beside him and pulling him closer.
"Mum, who is my father?" He asked.
The same question he has been asking ever since he clocked eight years old and she hasn't been able to give a solid answer to the question. Sometimes, she told him his father left her when she was pregnant, which is half true, other times, she told him his father is dead and it ends there, but today, with the determined look on his face, she knew he won't take it lightly with her.
"Sweetheart, I have always told you...." She began but to her suprisewas cut short by her son.
"Save it mom. Quit lying. I won't fall for it. Tell me the truth." He said.
"Did you just tell me to shut up? Christopher, you dare call me a liar?" She asked.
"Mum, stop this emotional blackmail for once. You are my mother and I have lived with you since I was born, is there anything bad if I demand to know my father? I mean, my biological father, not the one in the senate that I only see on the screen, or dead one, or even the one who ran away. Mum, my father is all I ask for." This time he had stood up and was standing beside the window.
"Sweetheart look at me." She said with a shaky voice.
He feared looking at his mother's face because one thing is certain, she was crying and the moment he looked at her face, he would have to quit asking questions, at least for the night.
"Mum, I am not looking at you." He said defiantly.
When he thought he had fought the urge to look at his mother, he could hear her footstep approaching where he stood.
"Mum, who is Daniel Martins?" He asked.
Christina stopped in her tracks and looked at her son for a second. The next second, she grabbed her handbag and walked out of the living room.
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"Darling, look at me." Daniel said to his wife who was sitting on the bed her back turned to him.
Slowly, a beautiful lady turned to face her husband with tears in her eyes.
"I believe we both heared what the doctor said. Your womb is damaged. How come?" He asked.
And slowly, Adeola walked out of bed and approached her husband before she went down on her knees.
"Baby, forgive me." Adeola said.
"Forgive you? Because your womb is damaged or you knew this all along, but you didn't tell me?" Daniel Martince asked.
"Yes, I know I have a damaged womb, but the love I have for you won't let me tell you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. We can always adopt a child." She cried.
Daniel didn't know if he should start crying or burst into laughter.
"You mean, you loved me and you fooled me into taking you to the alter?" He asked.
"Darling, its not like that." She replied.
"And its like how? I mean, how come your womb is damaged?" He asked, this time he was moved by her tears and he found himself hugging her tightly.
"I had an abortion." She replied and immediately, Daniel pushed her away that she hit her head on the foot of the bed.
"You had an abortion? Not for me I guess. You mean you were sleeping around while were dating?" He asked.
"Nooooo." She replied weakly.
"Remember how you reacted when your friend, Christina and I had sex? You called her all manner of degrading names. So you did worse?"
"I can explain." She tried to lift herself towards him but he moved backwards.
"Save it." With this, Daniel grabbed his car key and marched out of the room in anger.
"Nooooooooo." Adeola cried bitterly.

--to be continued--

[size=24pt]PART TWO

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CHAPTER 1

APRIL 7 2014
This was the second bomb blast in a week in the city of Lagos. The first bomblast which occured on a sunday afternoon claimed the lives of about fifty Lagosians who were returning from church service while the second bomblast was aimed at a shopping mall and successfully, the bomb went off and right now, the number of deaths are unknown.
A young lady of about thirty two was running around from one door to another with about four men behind her.
"Hey! You'll be fine darling, just relax and let the doctors do their job." She said patting a young boy who was being stretchered away from the collapsed building.
"Excuse me ma'am." A masculine voice called her and she was forced to stop in her tracks.
"Oh! Not again." she thought.
"I am Francis Kuku, a journalist, can I have a minute of your time?"
Even though she loved answering questions thrown at her by journalist, most especially, the decisive ones, who could either add to your reputation or soil your name if not answered tactically. But in a case such as this, she couldn't even spare five seconds of her time. Then she realised she had spent more than five seconds.
"Sorry Mister, a minute of my time is very precious. Talk to any of them." She said pointing to one of the men behind her.
"Ma'am, you are not allowed into the building." A policeman said.
Christina looked at the uniformed man as if he was out of his mind.
"You kidding me right?" She said.
"Not at all ma'am. Its the order. Only the men of the Nigerian police force are allowed in there, other agencies are to devise a plan on how to stop these incessant attacks." The policeman replied and turned to open the makeshift door which was only made to stand at either side of a restriction tape wound round the building.
A young man dressed in a black fitted suit walked out through the door and came face to face with Christina who was dressed in a white shirt over a black trouser and a black shoe.
"Agent Tony, FBI." The young man said.
Christina found herself drooling over the young man who shouldn't be more than twenty eight.
"Excuse me?" Tony waved his hand in front of her face.
"Oh! The attack is becoming..." She realised she was speaking out of context and that made her look foolish.
"Incessant." Tony added and she smiled.
"Come with me." He grabbed her hand and led her into the collapsed building.
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The President of the Federal republic of Nigeria walked into the Royal square conference room inside the Aso rock villa, Abuja where the vice president, the Special Adviser to the president on security, Minister of Defence, and other security chiefs including the Inspectore General of police were waiting for the Commander in Chief.
"Have your sit." The fifty year old man said as he walked accross the room to where his chair was positioned.
After the National anthem has been rendered, the men dived into the business of the day.
"How much more time do you need?" The president asked the Commissioner for security intelligence agency.
"Sir, I can not categorically tell you how long it will take us, but be rest assured that with the collective effort of the Intelligence agencies in the country, we'll bring insurgency to an end." The commissioner replied.
"Are you saying, we'll keep on hoping that one day insurgency would become a thing of the past in our beloved country? How about the economy of Lagos state that is falling every month?" The Vice president asked.
"If I may ask, what steps have you taken to reinforce your ministry?" The Special Adviser asked.
"A proposal has been submitted to the table of the minister and we are waiting for him to sign the proposal."
"What's it about?" The president asked looking from the Commissioner to the Minister.
"I have no pending proposal to sign. I have signed everything on my table and they have been forwarded to the presidency." The Minister said hastily.
"But sir...." The commissioner wanted to argue, but a wave from the president was enough for him to keep his mouth shut.
"Incompetency at its peak." The president said before turning to face the security chiefs who seemed to have better solutions.
Everyone knew it was the end of the road for the commissioner, no one dare show his/her incompetence in the presence of the president. Even his ministers dare not.
"In that case, we see what happens in the comming days."
And the men all stood up for the national anthem, after which they exchanged pleasantries.

--to be continued--

--continuation--
APRIL 17 1985
As usual, Colonel Mark was back with his family for the weekend. His wife was seated beside him on the three seater couch, her head resting on his broad sholder and a young soldier stood behind them.
"Let him excuse us." She whispered.
Mark slowly withdrew his shoulder and looked intently at his wife.
"What's the matter?" He asked.
"What do you mean?" she replied. It is no new thing in Nigeria that questions are answered with questions. Only that no one has ever tried it in exams.
"I mean, is there any problem?"
"There is no problem. Can't I ask for sometimes alone with my husband?" She asked raising her voice.
Mark's lip curled into a smile as he turned to face the soldier who kept a sraight face as if he wasn't listening to them. Their eyes locked and the next second, the young man saluted and walked away.
"You know, I was thinking we can always go into the bedroom for sometime alone, asking my personal security to leave is like putting a rifle on my neck." He said and started laughing.
Since he rose miraculously to the highly coveted position, he had become a changed man. He now break into laughs more often.
"You only asked him to excuse us which means he is still in the compound. Its not like he is out of the compound or your life even in danger." She replied and that moment, he tried to pull her closer, but she remained stiff. Guilt washing over her.
"Where are the kids?" He asked, in a bid to hide his embarrassment.
"Sisi should be preparing Eniola for sleep by now and Junior, I don't know where...." She was saying when a small boy came running into the living room.
"Daddy! Mummy! I...." He was saying when the front door opened with a bang.
The smile on Mark and his wife's faces quickly faded at once.
Mark tucked his hand deeper into the chair and brought out his revolver, but before he could do a thing with it, one of the intruders had shot him in the arm.
"Let my wife and my son go." He yelled at the men who by now were holding the Grace and her son hostage.
"What a great pleasure it would be to have a feel of what our dear Vice president expriences everyday. What a beautiful woman." The Millitary man holding Grace said running his finger along her shoulder.
"Let them go." Mark had managed to hit one of the men closest to him in the groin with his unaffected arm and this resulted into first class beating. Even though he kept fighting back, but his failing strength wouldn't let him keep on.
"Boys, search all the rooms and pack as many things as you can." The leader of the group commanded and his men went in various directions.
"And kill any living soul you see in there." He added.
"No way, my daughter is in there. Nothing must happen to her." Mark shouted, but he himself couldn't hear himseld or so he thought.
Fifteen minutes later, trunks filled with valuables were placed in front of the men who were laughing victoriously.
"Abdul, you betrayed my trust." Mark said, this time he was crying.
"I was payed to do this, nothing attached. Your wife digged the pit." Abdul, the leader of the soldiers replied.
Mark turned to face his wife with a red eye, and immediately, Grace grabbed Junior's arm and fled.
"Let her go, she already lobbied for her safety." Abdul informed one of his men who was prepared to pursue Grace and the little boy.
"Its nice serving under you boss. A new government is in place." Abdul said and spatted on a dying Mark Anthony.
"Kill me. I have nothing to live for. Where are my children? My tomorrow!" Mark cried.
"No way sir. I wasn't asked to kill you. But, don't worry, you'll die before dawn." Abdul replied and began to head towards the front door.
"One last salute to the boss." And immediately, the men turned to face Mark Anthony and saluted him in a last respect fashion.
Five minutes later, he could hear the sound of the Nigeria National anthem from afar. Even though he couldn't tell if he was hearing the sound life or in his subconscious. But since he wasn't in the barracks, he concluded the sound must be coming from heaven where he would be joining them in minutes.

NOW THE STAGE IS SET FOR WHAT THE FUTURE LOOKS LIKE.
The story proper starts this evening. Its nice to have you all here.

Its been a while guys, update drops today. The time is what I don't know.

Since LogoDWhiz, the secretary in the days of Teenage love and the undercover agent don talk. Na to carry go remain.
Happy sunday to y'all. Update loading

Just one more update before we graduate into 2014. Since we've had an insight on the things that happened in 1985 and 1987. Even though it is not detailed enough, we just have to take it like that.
You may request for the cut out parts if you like, but the main story is 2014. The previous updates are just preambles.

snowhyt:
interestin story but its kinda fast

Its dangerous to bore you with stories at this stage. Wait till the story starts properly, then you'll beg me to make it fast.

LogoDWhiz:
I'm loving this d9ty7.

But it seems like you are rushing the story.

So many details that could av bin mentioned.

There is a reason behind that. All the don't dent the image of the Igbos and all that are the reason why I decided to rush the part one of the story.
Instead of having six boring chapters, we would be having two . Even though those chapter are in no way that important, but I just want you to have an idea of what the major characters were like years ago before we jump into the main story.

--continuation--
Even though she had reconciled with her husband, she still find it difficult to trust him with her heart. It took the pleading from her family and his family before she agreed to return to his house, even if she had been praying tirelessly that he get a grip on himself, so that he would come begging for forgiveness. But the pride in women won't let her forgive him the first time he came, therefore he allowed him to go through series of stress before she forgave him.
But, forgiveness they say lies with the heart and a selfish lover will only say the word forgiveness without it coming from deep down her heart. She seemed to be having personal issues with her husband who is now the vice president of the federal republic of Nigeria. Mark as a result of the nature of his job now comes home once a week which is only on saturdays and immediately it clocked five o'clock on sunday evening, the convoy is already hooting loudly in front of his mansion in Ikoyi, ready to be transported to Dodan barracks.
Grace couldn't understand why her husband would deny her and the children the chance to live in the government house with him, rather, he bought an exotic mansion in Ikoyi where they live in affluence and comfortability, but it was never enough. She had called him on several occassions, but he keeps saying for security reasons, he couldn't allow them live in the barracks, he claimed, there could be a coup at any given time and if at all it coup would be bloody, he would want to die his death alone and not take innocent people along, most especially, his beloved wife and wonderful children.
And to put an end to his security madness, she found herself pulling up inside, Alhaji Danbaba Sambo's mansion in Oshodi.
"Good afternoon madam." The security men greeted her with respect.
"Is Alhaji at home?" She asked.
"Yes, he is, but Alhaja is inside with him." The security man replied.
Grace gave a short laugh.
"That was then. As you can see, I am happily married now and my husband is the vice president of this country, therefore, let him know I am here."
Her mind wandered back to the 70s when she came to Lagos in search of greener pastures after her sewing business in Abeokuta crashed. She remembered meeting Danbaba Sambo who at the time was the supervising minister for Education and the moment he met her, they instantly hit up and they started going out. The high of the relationship was attending functions with the man and getting to meet great personalities. While the low of the relationship was the aspect of love making and the things that comes with it. While Alhaji Danbaba was a sex freak who could have sex anywhere, even inside public toilets if given the chance, something she couldn't keep up with. Another problem they had was when it comes to money, Alhaji won't release a kobo unless he has the full details of what she intend to use the money for and its usefulness or if possible, profit returned. He would monitor every kobo given out and ask questions like; "how did you spend this?" "Don't you think that's quite expensive? You should have gone for something cheaper."
It was when she could keep up no more that she met Mark Ashimolowo and they hit up instantly and it subsequesntly led to marriage. But unknown to Mark, his wife once dated Alhaji Sambo, his godfather.
One hour later, she was driving out of Alhaji's compound with a smile on her face. She had managed to give Alhaji who is also a strong political figure who had so much influence on the Nigerian Army. She managed to convince Alhaji the reason why Eke Obiano/Mark Anthony's government must be overthrown and Alhaji agreed with her.
Afterall, she just want to have her husband to herself alone. She no longer want to share her husband with his job.

--to be continued--