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CONTINUATION....




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MONDAY AFTERNOON: POLICE STATION......





Seargent Okoro paced to and fro his office. He smooched his beard and made constant touch with his beret, lifting it up, rubbing his hair, and replacing it beret back.


An officer he summoned knocked and rushed in, he stopped as he saw his boss, then tried excusing himself....


"Come back here, jusssst come back here!!" He fired at Constable Nwakali.


"Yessir!!" The Constable rushed back in and saluted, his eyes on the portrait behind his boss.

"Constable Nwakali, where the hell is Corp Okoro? Why is this station looking empty? You had better start talking!" The hot glance made the constable melt and he stammered before he could reply audibly enough.


"Sir they went for a short break sir. They left in two batches. One went for patrol....."


"Sharrap!! Where is Corp Okoro i asked?"


"With the patrol team sir. They told me to deliver this to you." He placed a file at his boss' desk, and resumed his alert posture.


"What report is this? Is this their findings on the kidnappers?" He calmed down and glanced through the report. His face expressing dissatisfaction still while he was looked through the file.



"Is this all their findings?"


"Yessir! All sir"


"Interesting! Tell them to meet me here as soon as they arrive."


"Yessir!" the Constable saluted, turned and exited the office like a robot.



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Bolu arrived just in time to see his father placing his only luggage into the car. He rushed in to prepare and was soon set to leave. He felt his pocket for a piece of paper and searched frantically for it until he saw it.


The few minutes the paper got lost sparked nervousness in him. He sketched Elizabeth smile as he left the room. Then he remembered Wura, then his best friend, Courtney.


"Bolu, come over!" His mum called.


"Lets get moving." Mr Ola ordered and after a short prayer, they went down the stairs. He turned and gave his mum an affectionate hug and whispered into her ear.


"Louis scored twice!! See you later mum." He was in the car before she could ask further. She smiled and waved at him, Aunty Bose likewise. Mr Ola gave a 'see you later' hint with his car-horn and soon the journey began.


"What did he say last? Bose asked


"Its Louis! You'l find out later." and she walked back up to see her home in a different light. This would be the first time since she left that she had the house entirely to her.


The peaceful atmosphere, the angle of the sun, and power supply. She felt remorseful and settled with the televison to enjoy freedom. Though someone needed it more than she-Sam!!




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The Girls' game ended in an ephatic but displeasing fashion. 7-5 it ended. Another two goal margin between both schools.


Elizabeth tried her best as the goalkeeper and had to come off her life severally, which didnt augur well with her coach.


'Bunching' was the process whereby all players ran after the ball and followed it without no conscious respect for tactics than to converged at a spot.


Despite the improvement they showed a few days ago, the pressure was too much to handle, and soon they played like amateurs. There was actually a different- the goal came in en masse with shouts and screams of support from both teams.

Hoewever, Triple C came out winners. Elizabeth probably angered by her performance, walked off and isolated herself. A few guys rallied about her to encourage her, but she knew it was a bad game and little consolation couldnt change that fact.


"You tried now! Your defenders werent anywhere near you." Louis analyzed.


"well tell that to them. Despite the coach's training....." and she ranted off still


"its okay, we won. You've almost forgotten i score two today."

"oh yeah! That makes me fell bad too, so let it pass still. You are a player 'headmaster'!" she livened up soon enough after refreshing with chilled yorghurt.




The boys' game took a rough turn, with the Soundhope boys wanting to wrestle a win before the day was over. The game became physical and a few disgruntled players used cunniness to get justified.


Despite the two goals scored by SH, they still played the same pattern. They werent ready to relax just yet.



Tired and worn, they gradually let off steam and soon the parity was restored with two well calculated shots-one from Gbenga and another from Kingsley. They walked off the field after the referee ended the match. The spoils shared equally. There was however a big different in the mood of both teams.


Triple C's boys composed a song on the spot as both teams made to leave.


Okocha dey our team

Taribo dey our team

if Ronaldo dey your team

Show us hin jersey number.


Mr Pius smiled as the school bus headed back to the school. He liked everybit of it. Mr Lambert did not.


Song: Drake ft M. Jordan- Hold On, We're going home.

Pinshures of Angela holding the knife or.....




Its the 'keep moving stage' now Jig. Loving the description


let John meet his waterloo!