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Onemansquad:
i mean its hard 4 a president , ex-president or any political leader to get a 25yrs imprisonment no matter the crime he commits he will still find his way out
#shey u get or u nid more

Well, from Nigeria's useless judicial system, its impossible. But in this context, I mention an international court and not the supreme court in Abuja.
Iraq's president, Saddam Hussein was sentenced to death, all thanks to the United states and our African boy, Obama.

Onemansquad:
bros dats nt what i mean..
Am jst relating dat part whr u said d Ex-president was given 25yrs imprisonment to what is happening presently in 9ja ..
Shey u get or ma explain further??

Abeg explain further.

Onemansquad:
4 dis present time
Asuming na d old nigeria i fit agree small bt nw? Mbano
d9ty7 u too harsh oo considering d fact say we dy 9ja dat tin no fit hapen oo

What exactly are you talking about? Is there anything American in the story?

florjay:
Someone Please do Nigeria president actually serve jail term, I mean in practice not inside CONSTITUTION

Try and not miss important words in the story. If I make mistakes, I don't think I can with anything relating to politics and polity, most esecially in Nigeria.
Before the president's trial in the Internation criminal court, he has been impeached. In one of the updates, there was a joint sitting of the two federal houses.
But thanks for pointing this out all the same.

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
Kelvin drove into Sandra Oselu's compound.
"Welcome oga." Sabur greeted.
"Yeah. Thank you." Kelvin replied.

"Is your madam in?" He asked.
Sabur nodded in affirmation as he helped Kelvin lift his bag off the car trunk. The two men strolled towards the main house.
There was nothing unusual in the compound, save for a cream coloured toyota camry which was parked just in front of Sabur's house.
He kept mute and decided to see who has the car, maybe it belonged to Sandra afterall, but would she buy a car like this? He wasn't sure. Seeing they say is believing.
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Sandra was seated on a two seater couch beside her lawyer, Barrister Benson who was seated on a single seater couch, with his ever present tablet device on the arm of the chair.
"So, how do you intend to go about this case?" Benson asked.
"I should ask you this question. You are the lawyer here, you are the one handling this case, you should be able to pull it off. All I want is that, Victoria must not be jailed." Sandra replied.
Benson heaved a very deep sigh.
"Well, we'll need to provide convincing evidences before the court first, then we can think of other things. The reason why she had a gun in her possession must first be trashed out, its self defence, but no one saw her use the gun except the two men she killed in her room. And the second task is to outsmart Rahmon's wittiness. No doubt, he would try to make sure, Victoria gets sentenced too, so he would do the unthinkable just to convict her. The thing now is, the FBI agent who was a witness can't reach a compromise with us, therefore bribe is out of our options. The second option has to do with you." Benson explained and stopped to see Sandra's reaction.
"Me?" She asked.
"Yes, you." He replied.
"How?"
"Good, you'll provide evidences that you were blackmailed by a certain group of people and you paid them eight million naira. You will tell them you contacted Victoria to help you trace the e-mail through which the pictures and proceedure of payment was sent. Being a computer expert, she was able to get the location which happened to be an old friend, from the university, Rahmon. He got to know about Victoria's involvement and decided to punish her. That brings us to the business deal Rahmon was discussing with Vicky that night." Benson explained.
She really loved his plans and they looked brilliant in sight, but ugly if digged deep. First was her involvement and decision to act as a witness, what if things go wrong and Vicky gets a jail term, then she'll be labelled a criminal who defended a criminal on falsehood. A whole international model, what would her clients think? The companies she is affliated with, what would be their reactions to the endorsement deals binding them?
And the other side of the whole plan includes the moral aspect of life. Who would be so bold to go before a court of law and present her own sex pixtures? Even if she ended up winning the case, what would people say? Then the reason why she paid eight million naira then would be exposed, then loosing at both ends.
The door into the living room opened and Kelvin walked in with Sabur behind him.
"Hey sweety." Sandra said running to hug him.
After almost minute of hugs and kisses, the two love birds decide to bring their audiences out of their miseries.
"You didn't tell me you were coming." Sandra said pouting her lips.
"Sorry darling, its a suprise visit and I would be spending a few week with you here." He replied.
"Waoh! That's good." She exclaimed.
"Come and meet Barrister Benson, my lawyer." She said pulling him into the living room proper.
"Barrister Benson." He said extending his hand.
"Kelvin Obi Patrick." Kelvin said without removing his hands from his pocket.
Benson flashed red from embarrasment that moment, but who was he to question another man's decision not to greet him.
"The same Obi Patrick?" Benson asked.
Kelvin ignored him and collected his bag from Sabur who was dismissed immediately and exactly that moment, Janet walked into the living room and helped Kelvin with his bags.
"Every lawyer is interested in your father's case. We just hope that when he is eventually arrested, he shouldn't be taken to the ICC for trial. We can nail him here also. Only God knows the empire he wants to build in this tate." Benson said, no one asked him to tell a story.
"Don't you dare talk ill of my family." Kelvin warned silently.
"Go inside baby, I will join you soon." Sandra said when she realised the tension in the room was becoming too much.

--to be continued--

Lilyomi:
I was expectin Rachel's mum to seek custody for da child. Chidinma never heats da news? Akpan's fam too never came for him? And Dr Raphael jus went away, da death cud av caused Clement to retaliate. All in all, I'm so in love with the write up. The morale never went down. Lile I said earlier, D9ty7 was born with a pen.

Well, big sis, under normal circumstance things should have played out that way. But remember Clement saying something like, for Amanda's safety, she had to leave the country, and coincidentally, Dolapo had to travel out too.
Why should I bore you with Akpan's family involvement? I am trying to cut some characters off, and you want me to add more. Its just like I am giving you details of how Darasimi, Chioma, Dayo, Hadiza and Tolani were buried. I hope you understand?
Doctor Rapheal? Its my fault, I didn't add him among the criminals in detention. He was actually arrested by Mike, remember, Clement called him to show up at the hospital.
Thanks for pointing them out anyways.

--continuation--
The sympathy he recieved from colleagues the moment he drove into the polic headquarters was unexpected and as a matter of fact out of this world. Everyone left what they were doing to say 'hi' to Inspector Clement and tell him everything would be fine. His suprise was capped off when he entered the commissioner of police office and saw a stranger.
It was later he learnt that the former police commissioner has been transferred to Akwa Ibom and the newest state police chief was brought in from Imo state.
He had chatted with the new boss who seemed firm and ready to work with any willing polic officer.
"I am deeply sorry about your wife Mr Clement." The new commissioner said with sincerity.
From his estimation, Clement knew the man should be in his early or mid forties. So that explains his preparedness and agility.
"I want every suspected insurgent group members nabbed and brought to book. I have gone through your profile and I must say I am impressed. As young as I am, I didn't achieve half of what you have achieved now as an Inspector before I became a D.P.O and now a commissioner. I know we can both make things happen, which is why I am entrusting this case to you." The commissioner had said towards the end of the chat.
"I am always ready to work and serve my fatherland sir." Clement replied.
"I have also made up my mind that, the visiting FBI agents assisting us here would be allowed to go so that our men here can do the job they were employed to do. Or what do you think?"
"It won't be a bad idea if we let them leave, but our corporative efforts has paid off and we've achieved a lot from working together. Lets work together to the end sir." Clement explained.
At the end of the chat, the commisioner said something which Clement from his private interaction with various commissioners of police.
"I want result within days. And if the need arises, I can always lead a backup team into the picture. Therefore, don't hesitate to give me a call if things threatens to go wrong. I can achieve little or nothing in this office of mine."
He exchange pleasantries with his boss once again and left his office, head held up in the high, swelling with pride, ego and determination. Ruthlessness was on his mind, revenge was boiling in him and the desire to make use of his gun on the killers of his wife was what clouded his mind.
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His ever present colleagues were waiting for him in the waiting rrom by the time he finished with the commissioner.
"You've spoken with him?" Sylvester asked excitedly.
"Yeah." Clement replied.
"So, what do you think? Don't you think he is the kind of boss we have been lacking since the begining?" Mike asked in a bid to spite Sylvester and his friends(the ex-commissioner)
"Yeah, he is." Clement replied.
He walked over to the counter and signed in officially inside the attendance book.
"What new development do we have in place apart from the president's case and revelations?" He asked.
Everyone knew he didn't want to talk about his father's involvement in Khal corp emergence and activities or maybe he wanted to handle the case his own way, or another person should handle the case.
"Deoye and his gang has been transferred to Alausa state police command, from where they'll be taken to court tomorrow. Habeeb, Viktor and Jay are the few criminals we have around." Mike explained.
"Okay, so, have you gotten anything new for any of them?" Clement asked.
"It is obvious that Khal corp used Habeeb because he didn't know much about the corporation. He only gives them informations. Viktor is a bloody driver who didn't know much as well. But from my interaction with Jay, he seemed to know a lot, because he has a tattoo on his chest which can only be found on top members. He claimed to know everyone under the mask at the corporation and most importantly, the man, Danger-kelv. He promised to talk only if he set his eyes on you." Mike explained further.
"Then, what are we awiting for? Lets go in then." Clement said heading towards the left wing of the station where cells and questioning room were located.
Everyone seemed to love the new Clement. Who talked less, who listened to explanations less, but acted more.
Its a start of something new. Ngozi thought as she reluctantly followed the three men. She couldn't imagine what would happen to Jay, with this new Clement, he could shoot him just to make him talk.

END OF CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

emmabest2000:
* observation * I personally don't like how you mention God with wickedness countless time ! Too much of everything is BAD !! IMO though !

Well, its a story and we need to it real at least. I have a perfect relationship with God and that explains what has been put in place before writing story.
And how will the story look like if everyone in the story thanked God after every misfortune? We all can't have the same knowledge about God. Ask philosophers. I only tried to make it real.
But all the same, I appreciate your observation.

Akinife:
I have been a silent reader of ur work....nice one I must say.....but I observed inconsistences in ur locations.
Like when kelvin went to attack the VP...the meeting was suppose to b in abj and kelvin is based in Lagos. Also LASU and UNILAG have been used interchangeably..,..
Love ur work! What sly,victor and rest FBI team

Well, maybe you missed something. Kelvin attacked the VP in Lagos, one of the stadiums. Remember, Chief Obi Patrick rode to the stadium in the same convoy with Ahmed Gulak, if you still remember the role he played, as well as Gulak's candidates for the senate and Ogun state gubernatorial office.
I didn't use LASU and UNILAG interchangeably. We all know that Dolapo is a graduate of LASU. Notable mention is it that Clement is a product of UNILAG, same with Rahmon, and even Kelvin. But the point is, they were students of the school at different times.
I may not be perfect, but mistakes such as this, I don't expect myself to make them.
Thanks for pointing them out anyways.

Happy birthday to the writer with brain and class.
Long life and prosperities man!

Thanks to everyone who has commented today.
Adewealth027: Ehya! I never knew this story could make someone shed tears.
Pricelesslove, femyodsky, jorghor, donPhil, bossricky, emmabest2000. More updates to come later in the day. Currently charging my phone.

--continuation--
As Clement drove out of the airport after he had confirmed that Dolapo's flight had taken off, he felt it will be good if he report to office for the first time in a week and at the same time express his gratitude to his colleagues who showed him love and care during the past one week.
As he drove, he realised how empty and lonely he was. He realised how much he needed a comapnion, someone to talk to, even the presence of someone would do him a lot of good than harm.
He decided to listen to the radio and the first radio station he tuned to caught his attention when he heard the name, Obi Patrick. He decided to stick around and listen to the news in details.
And as God would have it, three minutes later, he got strucked in the traffice and at the same time, the newscaster decided to give the news that had the name Obi Patrick in details.
"The International criminal court yesterday sentenced a former president of Nigeria to twenty five years imprisonment. The trial which lasted for days as presided over by Barrister Van Djik, a dutch. The president after his impeachment was charged to court by well to do Nigerians, both at home and in diaspora as well as the interference of the United state goverenment. The former president was accused and guilty of a fourteen count criminal charge and in the end was sentenced to twenty five years. Speaking to members of the press after the court verdict, the Nigerian ambassasor to the United state, Mr Bala Muktar said, the president's involvement in terrorism and killing of innocent Nigerians was totally babaric and inhumane. Mr Muktar said, the president should have gotten a more lengthier punishment. The former president was further compelled to give the names of his accomplices and those who worked with him, sources from the international court said the president mentioned, a former president of Ghana, Mr Mensah Odi, a former prime minister of Nigeria in the first republic, and a former senate president and former Nigerian ambassador to Belgium, Chief Obi Patrick. The Nigerian police are on the lookout for the aforemention political leaders." The newscaster said.
"And that will be all on the morning news. Do join me at twelve o'clock for the major news at twelve. Until them, I am Maxwell Constance."
This time, the traffic was begining to move as Clement with a heavy heart turned off the radio. He could remember when his pastor came visiting a few days ago, the man of God told him that all these happenings are from God and things can only get better. And when he was begining to think things are getting better, he just got another major blow in his groin. He felt sick that moment, but he wasn't convinced that his father was guilty and at the same time he wasn't conviced of his innocence. Only time would tell.
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Kelvin picked his travelling bag and dropped it in the trunk of his Chrysler. He unlocked the door and dropped his laptop bag on the backseat. Just then, his father came out to join him.
"So, do you intend to move into Khal corp now?" Chief Patrick asked.
"No, I'll be moving into Sandra's apartment for now until the police forget about the case." Kelvin replied.
"That's good. Just lay low for a while. I will also go into the hiding tonight, then that gives this useless police no chance against us. And before I go I will talk to Maleek, if after three days, the police are still searching for us, then he should get a team that will blow up the police headquarters." Chief Patrickk explained.
"That will be good. I will personally see to the death of Clement, Ngozi and that boy Jay. He is the only one who could expose me to the police. And he is in their custody." Kelvin said.
"Good one there." Chief Patrick said shaking hands with his son.
Kelvin hopped into the car with tinted glasses.
"Be good." His father said and at once wound up the glasses.
He sped out of the compound.

--to be continued--

--continuation--
Its now almost a week since the death of Rachel, and even though Clement is trying to adjust to life without her, he still couldn't help but go into deep thoughts most times. His families didn't help matters either, but there was nothing he could do to them, his father didn't call to express his condolence neither did he picked his call. Kelvin avoided him like plague and made sure he cut off all possible means of communication.
Clement was driving towards the Murtala Muhammed international airport that morning with Dolapo seated at the backseat with little Amanda who has been christened amidst grief and sorrow in her arms.
"I know this will be hard for you, but once you arrive at the airport, my friend Vlad will come and picck you up. An apartment has been set up where you can live and do whatever you want to do, be it working or enrolling for your post graduate studies, just inform me of any plans you have." Clement explained as he drove into the airport.
"And concerning Amanda's case, you can always drop her with Vlad's mum at the next door, she'll take care of her until you return home." Clement said.
Dolapo was just nodding her head like a lizard. Everything was happening at a faster pace, she never expected things to be in place this fast. It has been her dream to have her masters programme in the United states and possibly settle down there, but she knew she would have to work for maybe a year or two in Nigeria before being able actualise that dream, but with the situation of things in Nigeria, you dare not take permission to travel abroad all in the name of getting another certificate which the Manager of the company is yet to have, the moment you step out of the office, a vacancy board would be placed outside.
"Now lets go and do some major clearances." He said as he brought his car to a halt.
The three of them headed into the airport building with their bags.
Fifteen minutes later, they were all sitting in the departures lounge waiting for the announcement of their flight.
"Uncle, how do you intend to live now that you are all alone?" Dolapo asked with tears in her eyes.
"I will definitely survive. Remember, we Nigerians learn things the hard way. And I have just learnt another lesson in the hardest possible way you could think of." Clement replied smiling.
"Don't you think you should join us in the states? Just to put all these behind you." She asked.
"Well, the last time I spoke with Doctor Kolade, he made me understand that it is you that needed a change of environment. And we both concluded that you should travel to the US. And to put my daughter on the safer side, its not bad if she travelled with you. The doctor didn't tell me anything about me changing environment and moreso, I want to personally handle my wife's case. I want to bring her killers to book." He said.
Dolapo thought for a minute before breaking the silence.
"Uncle, I think you should speak with Chidinma. There is a secret between her and Aunty Rachel which according to Aunty was about your dad. But unfortunately your dad saw the secret as a result of me sweeping her room and packing the papers where the secret was out. They didn't tell me anything except that." She began.
A voice echoed throughout the departures lounge announcing the next flight to the United States.
"I am not saying it has anything to do with Aunty Rachel's death, but the way and manner they both handled the situation told me something was wrong and at stake. Just talk to Chidinma." She said and picked up a small bag where all neccessary things were kept. Things that could be useful for Amanda during the long flight.
"Dolapo." Clement called.
Dolapo stopped in her tracks and turned to face him.
"Thanks for everything. I don't know what I could have done without you." He said.
"You deserve more." She said as she walked toward Clement and gave him a bear hug.
"You'll be fine." He said.
"You too." She said and they both gave a short laugh, the first time in a week. Even little Amanda chuckled.

--to be continued--

TiffanyJ:
Congratulations therock5555. You sure deserve it!

The spirit of sportmanship at its peak. Good one there!

TiffanyJ:
Season greetings to this family. I pray and hope you had a wonderful day. May God leave us to see next christmas (amen)
Let me also thank you all for voting me this month, although I lost, I pray I win next month. Don't forget, your votes counts. Enjoy your break.
D9ty7 , hope you're good?

Senior Tiff, I would have loved to be good, but I am not. Until I get my christmas gift, chicken and what again? From you will I be good.
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Hope you enjoyed your day? Have my word, you'll win the January edition of the best writer of month, but expect a stiff competion from other writers.

Vibra:
...At last the racheal is dead... ,Amanda will survive na

Hey, I got your message. Thank you very much. You will go from place to places, from top to top-ses. See you later at the top.
I wish you a prosperous 2015 in advance dear.

hazardous:
Lol... Costly Babe.. I know what I'm writing (free styling).


Anyway, merry Xmas to everyone. I went out of Lagos to celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ with my love ones.

Merry Christmas and a happy new year in advance!

Merry christmas to you too bro. But writing from a writer's point of view, I think this story is gradually loosing its touch. People no longer comment, as they used to when you started. When you leave your readers hanging for days, then gradually, the story will loose its initial touch.
From what I have seen, your updates are not that lengthy, compared to what some writers drop here. But at least, one or two updates per day is not too much.
You can't spend thirty minute typing. Even if you write from your head, it makes it easier.
Do what you can, so that you don't loose your fans and readers.
I wish you a prosperous 2015 in advance.