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Chapter 3

Her mind razed every idea that popped out for help in her head. She had no option than to call Kike again. The innocent girl would be her savior again. Different scenarios played in her head as she still couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that Ayo and Tolulope were together on the bed.
“Kiki, where are you?”She lamented when the call connected.
“We’re stuck in the spa. Mumsy wants to have massage and facial by force. And she made me also…”
“Can you come for me? My car’s tyre has deflated”.
“What of A.Y?”
“Leave there or that house will be a hell hole for you”.
“She won’t allow me. And you know I’m just courting her favour after these years”.
At that time, a bike man drove into the street with no passenger. Ideas formed in her head. What would people say about her using a bike for transport? She couldn’t even imagine the disdain it would bring to her reputation.
She knew Kike wouldn’t be able to leave her mother’s side until she wanted to release her. But she still had to try her luck again.”Will you come or what?”
“What’s wrong? It will take a while to get to you… We are on the Island”.
“You know what? Don’t bother. I’ll come home myself. I’ll find my way…”
“But babes…”
Ireti disconnected the call. For some odd reason, the bike man drove so slowly and she couldn’t fathom the reason for such awkward riding. Nevertheless, she needed to leave that area before she changed her mind about the duo in Ayo’s flat. She opened her car and picked her bag. Just as she locked her car, the bike man drove past her. She waved it down and had to withdraw because of the irritating way the man sneezed.
“George Avenue…” She murmured when she was sure he wouldn’t sneeze again. Despite her disconnection from the present world, she wouldn’t want to be bathed with the deadly mucus of a strange man.
“Ah! That place too far.” The bike man replied.
“Any amount you want to take”, she announced as she climbed the bike.
“If I say 700 naira, e no go do”, the bike man said. ‘We never talk about money finish you don climb bike!”
“Let’s go. I’ll give you 2K”.
“Challe!!! Let’s go”.
The bike man drove off and her mind read like the novel, Helter Skelter. If the world could do just what she wanted, those two would have lost consciousness. Suddenly, the bike man stopped, jolting her back to reality. The street was empty. The estate, like one of those numerous expensive ones, housed the most silent people Ireti had ever encountered. Her mind needed solace. Tolu would have been the one to take care of that for her; however, she caused the pain.
Kike might eventually take the place of Tolu in her life. Nothing would make ever forgive Tolu. Her action portrayed how much of a backstabber she was and she wanted nothing to do with her anymore. Their relationship had snap short from that day. In fact, the sight of Ireti might eventually unearth the devil hidden in her. She preferred Tolu stayed in her own house and they not meet again because her life depended on her. The most painful aspect was that if they were on a war front, she would have allowed Tolu man the back because of the level of trust she had for her.
“Madam… Sorry o”, the bike man pleaded.
“What?”
“Please, get down”
“Are you for real?”
“Na for your good”
The bike man hit different places on the bike and wouldn’t stop sneezing. The silence of the area was enough for her. The man’s disturbance would soon end. The rest of the week or month would be spent in her room and the only songs she wanted to listen to were all the songs titled betrayed or those with its theme. She would download them and put the playlist on auto-repeat.
“What’s all these? Why the delay?”
“Madam, no vex. The thing just dey act like say he don drink kain kain”.
She moved a bit far. Her anger ought not to be expended on someone as useless as the bike man, whose cloth was enough to make one have an infection. All that mattered there was that she got home. And like out of fairy tale, a red Mustang drove into the area. Comparing it to a fresh tomato wouldn’t be enough to do it justice. The owner had taken the time to love-vendor it and that gave it an appeal she couldn’t understand.
Her heart lurched for it. Her prince charming had come, almost immediately to get her off the rubble her former lover and best friend had put her. She would jump at any opportunity. Her skin tone was enough to show any man how important she was. Luckily for her, her car’s key still hung from her hand.
The car slowed down in front of her and the driver wind down. He was one of those beard-gangs and that made her spin in her imagination. She totally forgot all her home training. Times like this happened once in a lifetime and she wouldn’t dare lose it to arrogance. The odor from the car was enough to show how classy the young man was. The air was lavender mixed with a little piece of rose and the coldness of the car’s AC.
That was what she always told men to do for ladies. They ought to give them the best treatment and scent always. Women were creatures of the nose. Like dogs, they had a sensitive nose.
“Beautiful wonder, why are you frying yourself in this wicked sun?” He asked in a cool voice that almost made her forget her name. The dream of every princess, looking glamorous, had just used a hot pickup line. Nothing could stop her from following him.
“My car had a flat tire and this bike I decided to take also stopped. I’ve got to get home”.
“No worries. Where’s home?”
“George Avenue”.
“Not my way but get in”.
“Aunty! My money”, the bike man called.
She opened the door and spun around with the most venomous look on her face. “Have we gone anywhere? Don’t let me display for you here”.
She climbed the car and could hear the faint yell of the bike man calling her stingy witch as she closed the door. She wouldn’t mind being whisked off the world to dreamland at that point in her life. The young man, who looked like one in his early 30s, had the features she needed in a man.
Where are your manners? She chided herself.
“Thanks”.
“Typical thing! Those things called vehicles- they can be both devils and angels. The car of a beautiful wonder breaks down. A handsome man like me sees her and gbam! We are married. I’m Bayode”.
“Ireti”
She wondered what his problem was. He was too pompous for her liking. Very soon, they might clash as her egoistic part detested such men. If they eventually have things to do together, she wouldn’t want a man that might later have the desire to be her lord and savior. Wait! Why was she even thinking of a relationship with him when men had just shown her how much they could do? After her period of depression, she would show men the true color she was made of.
“Are you sure…?” Bayode asked. But she couldn’t take his repugnant nature anymore and she needed to put him in his place.
“Mr Man, shut up… If you want to…”
“Easy. Please, calm your nerves. Look at the car following us. It started since we left the other time?”
“How’s that my concern? I just want to get the hell out of here!”
Bayode peeped. Truly, a black 2015 Honda Civic trailed their path. She had no fear; the kidnappers were coming at the wrong time. They could have waited till she got to the gate. Everyone just had a problem with keeping their part of any deal. She hissed.
“It’s just that…” Bayode voice lingered off. A black Toyota Camry headed their way. His eyes darted between the side mirror, the windscreen, and the rearview. She wanted to tell him to calm down but it would do no good if she made him aware of the situation. Everyone talks eventually. He might rat her out and her father would definitely look for a way to make her pay everything she took from him.
“Why are they chasing you?” Bayode asked as he glanced about.
“Chasing me? They can’t possibly be chasing me?” She feigned ignorance.
“It’s not me. You must have done something to them!!!”
“If you don’t know what to say, don’t talk to me”, she retorted. Despite knowing he was right, she couldn’t allow him to go on with his belief. It would ruin everything.
“I’ve been driving through this area for years and I can categorically state this is the first time of seeing this rides”.
The car coming from the front obstructed their path and the occupants climbed down. They looked fiercer than regular fraudsters or was her mind playing a trick on her? They shouldn’t make her afraid. However, Bayode needed to have his share of fear and the best way to ensure that happened was when she ensured he had the same fear as she. She screamed.
One of the men, another equally handsome beard gang, marched towards them. These men would ruin every of her plan. Her father would only heed their calls if they had done it in front of the building. Now, he might demand a part of her body to ensure she was definitely the one they kidnapped. He always believed she doctored everything to swindle him. Yet, his fear had elements of the truth: all she did have always been to make money using the simplest of things, thanks to Kike.
“Get out”, the leader barked. Despite his goatee, she couldn’t endure the cracks in his voice. They reminded her of her Ayo.
“What do you want?” Bayode screamed as he covered his head with his hand. The men brandished crude weapons such as cutlass and she would have hissed had Bayode not being there. How could they have imagined anyone would be afraid of such ludicrous weapons?
“Get down before I decapitate you. I’m sure you know the meaning of the word. De- means to extract from something. Cap means to… You understand what I mean. I’ll have your head rolling on the street”, the leader yelled.
They led Bayode and Ireti into their own Camry and drove them off. One of them followed them in Bayode’s car. She glanced at Bayode and mirrored him by whimpering. They couldn’t possibly harm him.

germaphobe:
too bad this isn't our normal furtune city story, which means we woun't be seeing more of it's type. Loved from a to z of it, moving ahead to the story from our city

Oh so sad....

muhammed50:
Divepen1 abeg you too good

Wawu... That's....


Thanks boss..

moseph:
eyah,ireti sorry o

Abi... A lot to take at the same time...

Following....

Deejay1000:
OMG this is actually not fiction cos it really depicts what Nigerians and other Africans are going through Esp the ones who wanna seek for greener pastures by using the Sahara desert.

Kudos op thanks for the master piece

Yes ooo...

westernized:
Thanks for the update.

You're welcome...

Chapter 2
Everyone deserves a good and shocking experience once in a while, Ireti thought as she sneaked through the little steps that led to Ayo’s flat. Unlike Ayo, though, the house was silent, sending her a wrong signal. He was either sleeping or not home. She remembered the first time she visited him; he was blasting music from his home stereos. She had to plead with him to reduce the noise because they were shouting instead of conversing,
However, at that point, she didn’t need to debate whether he was home or not because his door was slightly opened. The lemon color rugs that spread through the room and had been spiced with cream cushions were littered with red petals of roses. Her heart skipped beats as she looked at the different sides of the rooms.
She couldn’t contain her joy any longer but she was aware that screaming might ruin the surprise for Ayo. So, she dialed Tolu’s number but it was still switched off. How could Tolu forget such a day as this or even have her number switched off? No matter what happened, she needed to tell someone before she screamed her head off as a result of the excitement building up in her chest.
She dialed Kike’s number. The room was a small one with Ayo’s pictures framed and hanged on the army green wall serving as its major decorations. He could have put a big picture of her in a visible area of the room, she imagined. However, this was enough for her. She could use that idea whenever she was setting up a surprise wedding proposal for her clients.
Being one that loved surprises, she had established herself in creating memorable surprises for people as long as they could pay well. The day was always spiced with various photographers and some other things. Ayo must have picked an idea or two from her.
When the call to Kike got connected, she whispered “Hello, Kiki… Kiki… I think he wants to propose”.
Kiki screamed, “Oh! My God!!! Oh my God!!!”
Ireti froze. “Don’t ruin the surprise with your noise. I’ll call you later”.
She sneaked into the other part of the house. Where could he be hiding? She would have loved to capture the moment whenever they both surprised each other. She brought out her phone to take video coverage of the red petals scattered everywhere.
Her attention, however, was caught up in something new that made her take the video coverage with lesser concentration. The petals had been stepped upon in an erratic manner. How could Ayo plan to surprise her and still step on the things he got for her? She spun from side to side as she noticed that the petals reduced. Instead, she was now faced with Ayo’s red t-shirt, a lady’s blouse, Ayo’s belt, and a lady’s bra. Irked by their presence, she picked them like one picking worms off her path. She cringed and dropped the lady’s cloth immediately, hurrying off to his room. She stopped at the door. Holding her breath as if she was underwater, she opened the door.
‘This is a lie!!!’ She screamed and dropped the cake. Ayo was with someone else. Her scream jolted him to reality and made the lady poke her head. Tolulope, her friend, shrunk her head immediately and hid it beneath Ayo’s bewildered face.
Ireti dropped the cake. “What is happening here? What is this?”
“I thought… You said you travelled”.
“Tolu… You and my man! You’re both dead today. Oh! Oh!” She yelled and barged into the room. As she did so, her hand hits the key in its hole. She paused and spun towards the key as a crazy idea formed in her head. She stared at them for a while as Ayo began to mumble his plea. She pointed into the air. “I know what to do with you two”.
They trembled but she was less concerned. She removed the key from its hole, rushed out of the room and closed the door, which got stuck from the cake. She kicked the cake away, not minding the irritating effect it had on her footwear, dragged the door and finally locked it. If they knew what she wanted to do, they would cry for help. But she would make them taste hell and go to the place immediately. Their nemesis would have to happen faster than they anticipated. God would take the time to judge them or even forgive them. Karma, that bastard, will take time to judge them. But she would let them understand the rawness of immediate judgment.
She rushed to the kitchen and screamed as she switched on the gas cylinder. It hissed and she nodded satisfactorily. She picked a box of matches and walked out. She will destroy them. Ayo couldn’t fit into the range of even an average guy but she gave him everything and now he had taken her for granted. The two of them shouted and banged the door. They would assume she had left.
Ireti shouted, “You will die today”.
The two of them went silent and Ayo called to her. He told her how he loved her and how he could do anything for her. Indeed, he loved her and it wasn’t because of her rich father. In fact, the first time he met her was in a local canteen, Buka. That day, she wanted to enjoy herself without anyone using her as a case study that a rich person came to the canteen to eat. So, she and Kike boarded a bike to a Buka not very far from their home to have a great enjoyment of Amala and Gbegiri soup.
That was where he met her and told her she was acting with a class on her own and he would love to talk to her later. And that was their first meeting, so she couldn’t understand how he could stoop so low as to have sex with another woman. It had been rumored that a man could cheat and still loved his spouse. She wouldn’t need him to come back to declare his love to her.
She hurried out of the house and held her breathe. Panting like an athlete, she lit a stick of the matches, threw it into the house, locked the door, and sprinted off to her car with the speed of light. When she was sure she was somewhere safe, she stopped running and waited for the effect.
But nothing happened. She was stunned. Smokes from the fire ought to have shown in the house by now or was it because she closed the door. Nothing happened in the house and that rattled her. It would be a disaster for her to move near the house and be blown apart by it. She decided to countdown to ten. That would really help her in sorting her emotion.
They both betrayed her. The most annoying thing was that Tolulope was aware of her visitation. Why would she choose a day like that for her antics? At least, she could have deferred their illicit act and pretended. The only explanation she could give herself was that it was a confrontation from Tolu. She had been eyeing Ayo since she introduced them to each other. Most of the times, Ireti would assume she was only pulling her legs by telling her how sexy Ayo was.
The guy was bald naturally but he had a way of keeping his beard that enthralled her always. The beards made her heart skip beats anytime she saw him. Tall, dark and bearded, she had always dreamt of sons like him and didn’t bother about the incessant rants from her mother to avoid sex before marriage.
“Nothing is happening? What’s happening? Why is nothing happening? She muttered as she watched the house.
She hurried back to the door. They couldn’t have gotten out of the room to quell the fire. She moved nearer, hoping to hear cackles from burning materials. She touched the house and the door and was disgusted at their normal temperature. It meant the fire didn’t attract the gas she leaked into the air. Something was definitely wrong and she would get to the root of it. Her revenge must happen and nobody would stop her.
She gently opened the door, anticipating a blast but nothing happened. The air was rid of any stuffy smell. It could be she didn’t open the gas well. She sniffed the air to assure herself she wasn’t running into her death. But the air was clean.
Upon getting to the gas, she got the shock of her life. The gas cylinder wasn’t wheezing like it ought to. The air wasn’t choky; instead, it was normal. She bent near the gas and discovered it was empty.
“Ah” She cried as turned the screw repeatedly.
Her cried made those inside realize she was still around; they banged the door and called her name. She rushed over to the room to inflict her judgment on them but changed her mind
Tolu cried. “BFF, please…”
“BFF kill you there. I’m not those foolish girls you’ve encountered. The two of you will rot there.”
“Baby, please. I can explain. It was so sudden”, Ayo pleaded.
“Like rapture, idiot. That’s how you would have rotted in hell. gay. Whitewalker. Wildling. You, Tolu, you’re Ayammataga, you’re cursed. You will die like the leaves without water. Hunger will kill you here. Luckily for you, the door is not made of wood and there are burglaries here. You will die. Die and I will dance on your graveyards. You will die. I will be so happy that you won’t understand what has gotten over me. You are forsaken…”
She burst into tears and rushed to her car. Still blinded with tears, she didn’t see the nemesis awaiting her. She was still inserting her key into its hole when she noticed a flat tire.

queenitee:
OMG, I don't want to believe Lizzy died. I don't! But life doesn't always go the way we want it to. *sighs*

Indeed....

queenitee:
Please as a citizen of Fortune City, I deserve a seat at the front
Let's goan get the honey back from those who snatched it, We are the citizens of Fortune City, we don't take nonsense

But everybody is important in our City.... So, next space is....

Behind the driver's seat....

*modified* We should love Kike, but it's just that the gentle looking ones in our city are not really gentle like that, you know our city is different

True citizen. Nobody is really good or gentle.

Wawu . Keep the flag flying..

gabi98:
Divepen1, this is a bang. Thank you but it still pain me that Tunde couldn't make it to Europe

Sh*t happens...

Chapter 1
Whatsapp Groups are great especially when they are instrumental in the money-making process. That particular Saturday morning, a Whatsapp group that started five months before had suddenly gotten a change of name- THE D-day. The members of the group need not worry about other messages burying that of the group because they all got phone numbers that no one but the group knew about. Thus, the sim cards in the phone could only be reached by members of the group. To work effectively, they all saved every other person’s name the same way.
However, that morning, unlike other Whatsapp groups, everyone was waiting for the next post. And it came from WATCHER
Cake has arrived. Plan 10 in motion.
***
Plans were useless if everyone involved wouldn’t execute their parts adequately. Ireti George hated when everyone involved in any plan couldn’t keep up with their parts of the plan. She hated that she had to keep calling her friend to keep her end of the deal. The day was supposed to be the best day for the one she loved but it was transforming to something else.
She intended surprising her boyfriend, Ayo, for his birthday before noon but everything was going south because everyone couldn’t uphold their parts of the plan. She tried calling Tolulope again. Tolulope had never been late for anything but that day she couldn’t get hold of her.
Ireti stepped into the compound as she tried calling her cousin, Kike George. Ireti’s father, an art collector, had expended a major part of his wealth on the security of their home. The security men looked fierce and desirous of a form of action, which the compound lacked. It must be frustrating for them because Ireti was sure she had never seen them laugh.
Every time, they would be seen harassing everyone, including the family member with their metal detectors. She glanced at the big cage that housed their hounds and hissed. Despite watching them grow to that stage, she detested them and everyone in the house was aware of her hatred for the dog. Most of the time, Kike did most of the works pertaining to the dogs.
Kike informed her that she was already at the gate and that gladdened her heart. Ever since she graduated from the university and finished her schooling as a law school, everyone in the family- Ireti, her father, and her mother- suddenly loved her. Before she went to school, they complained about everything Kike did. On her own side too, she hated the family because she grew up with them instead of her murdered parents. Rumour had it that Ireti’s parents maltreated Kike, yet she fared better than most orphans.
Some of those days, actually, Ireti would have loved to step in for her but she always harbored the fear that Kike’s works would be apportioned to her. So, she ensured she warded off the thought of lending a helping hand to Kike before they grew wings.
Delayed at the gate, Kike looked calm. Whatever happened to her in school was really something Ireti would love to try. Although they noticed the silence before she left for school, it became glaring only after she returned to the house. Now, she was collected and calm. This new demeanor attracted her father and caused him to employ her as his PA. Indeed, she did most of his hard work. Even her mother loved taking her about like her handbag. Kike had stopped being the fierce demon they grew up with. Ireti now banked on her to do things for her.
“But you know she’s family. C’mon, let her pass through. I’m late. Jones, she needs to hurry. We are going out together”, Ireti complained and checked her blue bodycon dress again. Sometimes, she wished she had those hourglass shapes that made all the boys’ heads turn. But her body shape could only do half of that. Regardless of her shape, her body evoked some desire in men and she utilized it.
She, sometimes, couldn’t tell if it was her body or her money that acted as the attraction for these men. But she was definitely sure it wasn’t her brain. And that was the reason she fell for Ayo. He was the only one that took time to appreciate her brain. He would definitely enjoy her that day. She turned to Jones Uche, who was in charge of scanning the cars, and imagined touching the navy blue, laced with yellow stripes, uniform. When her father brought him from Spencer Guards, she had to restrain herself from asking him out on a date he was too cute. Nevertheless, Jones wouldn’t look her the way she did.
Every time, his icy glare would scare her out of his presence. The only thing she had ever used to hold herself was always her anger. It worked every time.
“Madam, we’re only doing our job”, Jones replied as he was focused on the other car. Angry, she turned to her father, Chief George, who was seated in the balcony and was fiddling with several newspapers. For some odd reasons, he became frightened about everything as if people had the intention of killing him. But she knew nothing could happen. After all, he was only an art collector. Even politicians don’t leave in such fear as her father.
“Daddy?” Ireti called. He peeped.
“Let them do their jobs. I paid them for it”.
“They are delaying us. What’s all the fuss about? They should hurry about it if it’s in their wisdom to do what they are doing”.
Chief George waved at the security men to continue their jobs. Ireti turned and hissed.
“All these are for you. Don’t you know it’s all for you? They check us too”
“Then, let her enter the house without fuss”
“Impossible!!! Guys, carry on with your job”.
The men did a thorough scan of the car. Ireti flung her wallet away. Kike, on the other hand, remained calm. After a while, the security team allowed her to pass through. She drove to the park. Their family park had about six different cars including her own. Ireti always had a knack for jeeps and had opted for Kia Sportage when her father asked her to pick her choice.
The day he gave her the car felt like the best day of her life. She travelled all around the city with it and made everyone aware she had gotten the best of car. She went clubbing and returned home drunk. But for Kike, she might have been robbed. Even till date, she still wondered how Kike could work so fast and intentionally. She, basically, controlled everything in the house. Ireti too loved to make her see life the way it was. But Kike wouldn’t even touch some things like alcohol or anything to smoke.
The other car in the park belonged to her parents. Ireti hurried off to meet Kike. Then, she remembered her wallet and went for it as she shouted, “even hotel own no reach this one. Mummy’s hotel doesn’t have this strict measure”.
“Why didn’t you throw your phone today? I would have shown you what stuff I’m made of”, Chief George said and went off to keep reading his newspaper. The news was his information. He always looked for loopholes with the intention of banking on them for money.
Kike hissed and rushed to meet Kike, who was battling with a bag and the cake at the same time. If the table turned and Kike was the daughter of her father, men would have scrambled and fought for her attention. She held the power of men’s gaze any time they were together. But without much action, she always had a way of redirecting men’s attention to Ireti.
Before Kike could explain herself, Ireti grabbed the cake and rushed off. She dropped it on the roof of the car and fetched her key from her wallet.
“Babes, no vex. I was delayed in the traffic”, Kike muttered.
“No worries. Let’s go. I can’t get hold of Tolu”.
“Well, I’m here for you”.
Ireti turned and dropped the cake at the backseat. Kike battled with her seatbelt while Ireti started the car.
“You can’t understand. I’ve explained the details more to her”.
“God will save us from this your three-month-old best friend”, Kike interjected.
Ireti smiled. “It seems like forever”
She couldn’t believe they could be that close within a very short period. Tolulope had saved her from being raped or being used. She met her at a friend’s birthday party. That night, Ireti drank herself to stupor and redirected the attention of everyone to her that night. When she woke the next day, she met herself beside Tolu, who explained that she had to drag her to her own place, since her friends also were drunk and couldn’t drive.
Ireti was so grateful that she took her as the best of her friends. And truly, Tolu was better than every friend she had ever had. They enjoyed everything together and even her parents gave Tolu the same access Ireti had in the house.
Just as they drove off the park towards the gate, her mother stood in front of her car. Frowning, they both knew they were in for trouble.
‘What have you done this time?’ Ireti asked. Her hair was flowing with such grace that she couldn’t help smiling when she caught a reflection of herself in the mirror.
‘I’m not sure it’s me’.
‘It’s not me. I’ve been in this house since you went out to get the cake. She could have harassed me all these while’.
Mrs George came to Kike’s side of the window and knocked. “Where are you going with her, Kiki…?”
“Ma… Erm… We want to visit someone”.
“Have you forgotten I told you we were going to the supermarket together?”
“But… You were. I thought you were joking”
“Joking kwa!”
“Ah! Ma, we have somewhere important to be”
“More important than what I want from you”.
“No ooo. It’s just that...”
Ireti frowned. “Her mother… We will soon return. It’s a very quick one”.
Mrs George shook her head. “It does seem you two want to spend the rest of your day in my room”.
“Ah! Kiki, go o. Go. We will meet… You might still meet us there”.
Kike climbed down but didn’t complain. The manner with which she had been punished and flogged for doing such when she was still a teenager had helped her inculcate the good soldier habit. Mrs George made eyes at Ireti playfully. Ireti frowned and drove off.
Just when she got out of the earshot of her compound, she dialed Kike’s number.
“Hello... Are you alone? Can you talk?’
“Yes…”
“Since you are no longer in the plan, it is still almost the same. The only slight difference here is that I’ll beep you as soon as I leave A.Y’s place. Your guys are to cross me at the junction opposite my house. Remember, you’re to make him or those crazy security men see that I have been kidnapped”.
“Alright. Everything is set. All the best”.
‘Good!’ She disconnected the call and hissed. ‘Stingy man’.
***
WATCHER typed: ‘Humming bird’s on the way’.

moseph:
present sir
let's get going,I don enter front seat since am the first person to arrive.

Front seat please.

moseph:
Thanks oga divepen for sharing this beautiful piece.

You're so welcome....

Here's the new one.. https://www.nairaland.com/5178876/dont-look-closer-thriller-novella#78255331

Hey, how’s your day been? If you are having a bad day, welcome to the group. Today is not for the kind and the good or the bad and the wicked. It’s not for the sad and unhappy or the glad and rejoicing. It’s for you. If only you can make a lemonade out of it. Wait! Someone has snatched the honey. We are left with only lemon. They are outside Fortune City, if you are outside already, wait for us. We refuse to be stuck with the sour taste of the lemon. Yuck!!! We must snatch it. Let’s chase them. We’re making this lemonade today. Follow me!!!

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Author’s Note to Every FortuneCity Fan and Citizen
I would have loved to tell us how the lives of Bidemi Adeoti a.k.a Jerry went but I feel I won’t do the book justice if I wrote it poorly. So, this book alongside the ones I posted of recent is my test. We are still on the train. By the end of May, you can officially own properties in Fortune City to your name and you can make actual money from owning those properties. Hurray!!! Well, not from me but you will learn more- not referrals wahala.. But for now, let's travel. Enter Bus. Mey we waka.


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18

Before Tunde could retreat into the toilet, the policemen pointed torchlight at him.
'Don't move', one of the policemen barked and Tunde’s hands flew into the air. The distance between him and the toilet could be covered in a few milliseconds, but the thought of dying the same way Emeka died scared him.
The men advanced towards him. One of them pointed a gun at him. They began to speak in their native language, leaving him in the dark. He tried to explain his dilemma to them but they wouldn’t listen.
‘Shut up’, the one with the gun kept saying even when they pushed into the police station. Nothing looked the same as the police stations he had heard about in Nigeria. Everything seemed rowdy. They left him in a corner as they tended to different things. He tried catching the attention of the numerous policemen that passed through but they acted as if he wasn’t there.
Later, one of them gestured at him to sit up and question him, asking to explain his plight. As he did so, the man nodded understandably.
‘I know where you should be’, the man said. ‘Follow me’.
The policeman beckoned on another policeman to follow them. They placed Tunde between them in the front of the car. He wondered why they just didn’t give him a space at the back of the car. The journey from the police station to a major road didn’t take two minutes. Tunde couldn’t understand the source of his fears but it was definitely ominous.
The darkness made it hard for him to realize they had just entered the street that housed the deportation camp. But upon seeing it, he understood what had happened.
'Not here', he cried and tried to break free. But it seemed the policemen had anticipated that. He wasn’t allowed to move from the car. The one on the passenger seat brandished his gun and made Tunde keep quiet.
They were greeted by some men that scanned Tunde as if he was a product. They interacted in their dialect. Soon, the men in the deportation camp gave some amounts of money to the policemen. They others pointed their gun on him and pushed him towards a room.
They led him to a room that contained a vast number of Nigerians and people of different nationalities. Nothing seemed familiar. Everyone stared into the emptiness with a type of sulkiness that shook him. He found a space among the people there and within a few minutes of being there, he witnessed some of the most inhumane things that could be done to anyone.
The door, which he discovered was locked, burst open and three men rushed into the place they kept them. They aimed for a fair man and beat him to a pulp. Blood stains on the man’s cloth said enough of how weak they left him.
Too tired to even make a comment, Tunde dropped his head to think. He had plunged himself into a horror that could not be expressed. Suddenly, the door opened with a battered Lizzy being dragged into their cell.
'Please, let me go', she cried.
Tunde was surprised as he looked about for Ade. Although he was still angry, he wanted to ask Ade why he didn't make them agree on one point. He shouldn’t have left Lizzy but if it was any consolation, he was happy to see her there. No word could express the drop of happiness that surge through his vein when he saw the consequence of betrayal.
'Call your parents', one of the men said with his gun pointed at her. She dragged her phone from her pocket and called her parents to ask for money.
Her parents promised to send money or so he heard. She saw Tunde and refused to move near him. He sighed severally as even he couldn’t bring himself to comprehend what was happening. They were meant to be deported from there and he should have fought but the sight of the policemen being paid made him understand he had fallen into another group.
The men came in again. One of them tapped Lizzy. ‘Your father has sent money’.
She knelt down and pleaded, ‘Thank you. Thank you. It was those Arabs that spoilt everything. I had paid before leaving there. I didn’t have extra cash’.
The men looked at her as if they were staring at a wraith. The leader scoffed. ‘This money is not enough’.
She looked stunned.
‘Ask them for more’.
‘But that’s five hundred thousand naira’, Lizzy said. ‘This is not the plan. You promised to take me away from this place if I paid. I have paid. They sent the money. They transferred the money from their gold bank’.
‘Your parents have gold?’
‘No. Not like that. This is… I meant from their money’.
The men were adamant and demanded for more. She pleaded with them until one of them pounced on her. He gave her several punches that scared even Tunde to make any comment.
‘Make the call’, Tunde felt forced to shout at her.
Her eyes were swollen by this time. She nodded as she heard him speak to her. Tears flowed down her face.
‘Put it on speaker’, the man shouted. She cried as she narrated the ordeal to her father. But he seemed infuriated by her demands.
'Lizzy, I'm disappointed in you. Of all the things in the world. Trying to defraud your own parents'.
‘No… Dad… They won’t allow me…’
‘Don’t ever call me again…’ Her father shouted and disconnected the call.
‘Try again…’ The men said and slapped her severally. Her parents refused to pick any call from her. The men left her and pounced on another person. They seemed to deal with a certain set of people but Tunde didn’t mind. After a while and they had made more than enough from them, they left the room in depression.
Tunde edged towards her and wanted to console her but the words that came out instead were, 'that's a reward for being disloyal'.
She couldn't reply; instead, she burst into tears and he watched her cry. For days, the men brought a type of bread that looked round like a fish roll and they would cut it for them. That alone, including water, served as the food they would eat per day. Many people refused to take their bath and when Tunde did, the water burnt his skin. He learnt later that it was sea water.
Lizzy sat beside him but refused to make any conversation with him even when he asked about Ade. She only stared into space. As much as they hated each other, the presence of the other made them feel comfortable. Tunde, though tired, got used to the lifestyle and always looked forward to their torture and food. It was the only thing that made him feel something. Most parts of his body had become numb that he couldn't express any feeling, whether sadness or anger.
The men tortured him for money but he had none and had no one to call. Some rich women came into the house and pointed at several men and haggled prices about these men. Then, the men were dragged away.
‘That’s your mate being let out of this place into the freedom of slavery. If you don’t get us money, the UN will and those rich people will’, one of the gunmen said.
Then, one day as the door opened, Lizzy grabbed his hand. He wanted to push it aside but they needed each other because he needed someone to touch. Her beautiful skin now had scars and lot of stripes from the torturous lifestyles they had been made to live. The stench from their toilet, which was just beside the door flooded the room. Tunde covered his nose.
Some men he had never seen before pointed at Lizzy. Her hold on his hand became stronger. They came for her but Tunde couldn’t fight them. She held onto him and they kicked him in the bowel. He yelled and sprawled on the floor.
However, they didn’t take her out of the room. They brought her to a corner and began to rape her. She yelled and called on every name she could for help. And Tunde couldn’t even help because the weakness for malnutrition alongside the kick he had just received made him weak at that spot. They took turn raping her.
For some odd reason, tears fell down his face. When they left her, he crawled to her and helped her to the place they had sat before. She cried throughout the night and refused to eat the next day. Instead, she fasted and prayed to God for forgiveness. Then, she turned to Tunde too and began to plead with him.
The next day, some other men came and were led by one of those that came the previous day. They pointed at another lady and Lizzy again. That day, they raped her on an empty stomach. She yelled as several of them raped her. Tunde wondered when people became inhuman.
'I loved you', she whispered after he dragged her limp body to his side. Tears flooded both their eyes. 'I did. I became friends with Ade to get closer to you after we fought and I couldn't say sorry'.
'You can say it now', Tunde said with tears streaming down his eyes. The things he had seen done to human in that place made him wish death would come for him also as it had done to others.
'That's what I'm saying. But when you started acted weirdly, I decided to hold on to Ade to spite you'.
'It's not too late', Tunde said, not because he felt something but because he hoped it would make him feel something and hoped it would sooth her pain. And that alone brought tears to his eyes. He wanted to feel love again, but it was something that he couldn't get to do with what he was facing.
That night, they came for Lizzy, who weak from lack of enough food as she kept praying to God for salvation. Tunde burst into tears and for the first time, he wondered if the police station of the Nigerian police would be as deadly as that.
He spent most of the next day trying to force Lizzy to eat, which she refused. He hated her guts but he couldn't leave her to herself.
'We can still escape this place', one of the men shouted and the other people gathered round to listen to him. 'The last time we were outside, we told the UN about our plight'.
'We can still do something', another man said and they began to make arrangement on how to leave the place.
Tunde was lucky he didn't tell them how stupid their plan was. He kept his cool and hoped to glean some ideas from those spreading their ideas. They kept quiet from their plans and soon the gunmen came to pick people one by one to force them to produce money.
He had witnessed some of the men being raped too in the anus and couldn’t help but feel favored to have escaped the ordeal. Soon, some of the gunmen came inside and pushed one of the inmates, who went on to point out those that were plotting against the guards of the deportation camp. The gunmen picked the man that championed the discussion and dragged him out of the room. Later, the gunmen returned, strutting among them as if they had gained the whole world.
'We've being able to send him back home, to heaven'.
They laughed cynically and began to flog everyone with whips. Tunde awaited his own with so happiness. The pain made him aware of his environment and his life. And like before, people were picked randomly to call home for money. When they were done, the one leading them turned this time and glanced at the hefty men with him.
‘That’s her?’ He asked, pointing at Lizzy. One of them nodded.
‘Good’, he exclaimed and rushed down to her side to drag her off.
Tunde knew he had to help this time.
'Leave her alone', Tunde shouted and ran to help, but one of the men hit him on the head with the butt of a gun. Tunde slumped and fainted but not before he heard people shouting.
He woke up to meet the inmates tendering to him. And Lizzy had finally being raped. She was looking limp and weak. She stared at him for a while and murmured something. Despite being tired, he crawled to her. 'What did you say?'
She mumbled it again and he placed his ears to her mouth.
'You're a good man', she said and stared at him for a while. He stared at her and rushed to get her bread to eat but she refused to eat. Later, she gave up the ghost. He sat still as he stared at her limp body. People cried that God was wicked, but he knew humans owned the bulk of wickedness. Tears streamed down his face but the pain wasn't as strong as that of Emeka that still haunted him.
For days, the men left her corpse to rot there. Tunde sat across it as he stared at the vanity of everything. He couldn't help but wish she told him about Ade. But after his first trial, he couldn’t bring himself to ask about Ade because it reminded him of how he was betrayed. Now, he was alone with no one to understand the entire ordeal they faced.
Days later, the UN came around and saved them. Someone had hinted them on what was happening there. They got out to another camp, where they were prepared to leave for Nigeria. Tunde refused to talk to any interviewer as he could only sigh. He called his father with the hope that he would come for him but his father rejected the call the moment he heard his voice. Nonetheless, he sent him a message about their arrival in Nigeria.
When they got to Nigeria, Tunde knelt to praise God for the first time in a long time. He knew it wasn't God's fault. He didn't consult him before leaving. So, it couldn't be God's fault.
After expecting them the third day, he knew his parents weren’t coming. He meandered about. The government had promised to give them a stipend of 12000 naira for transportation. That couldn’t meet any need but it was enough to work for him. Just as he finished packing his bag and went for the last round of food he would be eating in the mini-camp set for them, Tunde saw Cecilia seated in a corner.
He wanted to run to her to hug her or fight her. His emotion sparked like fire crackers. At the sight of her, every emotion he had been bottling up broke open. He crashed to the floor, crying. She looked up and saw him. Shuffling her feet, he could see the surprise in her eyes. He looked bushy and terrible but he didn’t mind. She stood by him for a while as he wailed. People that saw him crying shook their head and walked on. Many of them too had experienced a great deal of pain but he couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. Cecilia sat on the floor in front of him and hugged him. Nothing felt as good as being understood by someone that went through an ordeal with you. She cried along with him.
‘What are you doing here?’ He asked after a while.
She nodded. ‘Jude’s passport was fake. We were all deported. Ade left here a few days ago’.
He cried for a while before rising up to leave her. They shouldn’t be seen together and she seemed to understand him. She pulled him back.
'Tunde, I've decided since you rejected me for who I was, I will report myself to the police'.
He looked at her, assured that she was lying again. He left her side without making any comment. She tried connecting to him but he wouldn’t let her come near him.
The time he was to leave camp, he went up to her where she sat aloof.
‘If you really want to give yourself up, come and do something with me’.
She agreed with him and they left camp together. She took him to his house, where she confessed to have waited all along with the hope he would ask her out. He went to the market, bought a chicken and cooked it to Emeka's memory. Even if he couldn't take it to Emeka’s mother, he could at least eat it on her behalf.
The next few days met her giving him access to most of the asset she had. She claimed she wouldn’t need them in the prison. He accepted and followed her to the station. When they got near the place, he pulled nearer and hugged her.
'You what? I love your past, your future and now. Don't go. Let's go and build a map together'.
'What map?'
'The map of the Sahara Desert'.
'For real?'
'Yes. Let's'.
She cried into his chest for a while. Tunde couldn’t tell what made him change his mind but the crazy things he had seen had shown him life was too short to waste looking for one that loved him. They went home and they never talked about their ordeal on the Sahara Desert- not the good or the bad or the ugly. The only thing Tunde knew was that he would wake up sweating and heaving horribly in the middle of the night while Cecilia would be seen moaning in her sleep. He never complained about anything again.

The END

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17
Tunde couldn't believe that he had just witnessed what was the worse betrayal in his entire life. He couldn't stop crying because he could have bet his life that Ade would never disappoint him, but humans were truly unreliable.
The general returned, looking grim. The men that followed him looked ferocious. Walking round with a pistol dangling by his side, he inspired fear.
‘Everybody bring out your phone and place them in front of ya head’. General commanded. Tunde knew better than to try to argue with him and he was even too weak to start anything there. So, he brought his phone, placed it in front of him and crawled back. Some people were adamant. The gunmen rushed towards them and began to flog them. The men cried and tried to react but the gun that was pointed at them was enough to scare them. They collected all their phones and left them to themselves.
Many of them ran to the door to open it but it was a fruitless effort. They all cried especially the women among them. No one came around to help them and they were left there till the next morning. Tunde used that time to justify what was had happened to them. He was probably suffering from leaving
They were soon taken to another camp the next morning. They rallied round to do what they could. In the process of being transferred, Tunde knew the only thing he could do was to escape. The gunmen that moved them looked about Outside, he pretended to have stomach ache.
He groaned and held his stomach. One of the gunmen came towards him and raised the gun to him on the head. Tunde expected that. He acted fast and grabbed his assailant's leg, falling him. His assailant grunted as he grabbed imaginary rope in the air but it was a futile effort. Without wasting time, Tunde grabbed his gun and shot at him. The man vibrated as Tunde pumped the bullets into his body.
Tunde pointed the gun in the direction of the others. He had never handled guns but he could try. Not minding the consequences, he shot at them. The bullets hit some of those that had been captured. They yell and down went their bodies but he had no choice.
'Do something', Tunde shouted at the other hostages as he aimed for the other gunmen. Some of them understood what he was saying and began to act. They rushed into the gunmen and began to fight their way out of the compound. Nothing would hold him back at that point, he shot at them and yelled even as he finally got to the street. Hurting the men as much as they could, they all ran away into the street.
'Let's go to the police', one of them suggested.
'And tell them that?' Tunde asked.
'We're being kidnapped'.
'I'm not going', Tunde said.
He stood back in the street. Nothing could be put to chance. What if his parents had announced their names? Yet, the desire to see the result of their actions propelled him to listen to follow them to the nearest police station. Everyone stared at them as they rushed off. As soon as they came in view of a police station, Tunde hid in a corner.
He watched them from a distance, hoping they were right. Soon, the men were all sympathized with and they were taken to a deportation camp. Wishing he was right, he tailed them till they got to the place and he discovered they were right. Yet, he felt skeptical. His initial aim was to go to Europe and that he would do.
Few minutes later, he saw some gun men running into the street boldly with their guns. They ran into the police and someone directed them to the deportation camp. Tunde didn't feel like waiting to see the end of those men, but he was sure something bad would happen to them.
That day, Tunde walked about in the streets, scurrying off to bush as soon as he saw men walking in groups. The countrymen looked alike. After hiding till the evening, he walked about and pleaded with some locals for food. All of them rejected him and he wondered why. Immediately he asked for their help, they will cringe away, closing their doors in his face.
Just when the night came and the pang of hunger and the weariness of the day increased their hold on him, a lonely old woman accommodated him. He was astounded.
“But you have to go very early tomorrow”, she said as she locked the door behind him. “The police mustn’t know… See you here. They catch… Arrest both of us. I’m too old.. Erm.. Weak to the bone to stay in any cell”
He nodded as he munched the bread she gave him. “Thank you very much. I’ll be out by tomorrow morning. As he laid on the wrappers she gave him, he wondered if he was making the right decisions. Those at the deportation camp would definitely be enjoying the splendor of that place or their home. At least, Nigerian government would never imprison them for returning home. Yet, his own case was peculiar. They would arrest him for stealing, despite it being a one-time thing.
Later in the day, he walked about the bush, fighting the urge to enter into a deportation camp. He watched the place from a corner of the street and hoped he was only being afraid. The place looked too gloomy and silent for his liking. At least, they should be able to walk freely and do what they love.
When he couldn’t get nearer, he moved to a woman passing by. When he approached her, she didn’t look afraid. So, he took his chances.
'Please, what's that place', Tunde asked.
'That's a deportation camp'.
'Should I go inside?'
'From what I know, it's better to stay on the streets than to be in a deportation camp in Libya', the
woman replied and went on to rant about how Libya was become a place for any cat and dog to start a deportation camp. He said that because UN would pay them, they kept taking people as if they were helping them.
Tunde nodded and left him. Roaming about in the street, he hoped to find something to do. In the
night, he couldn’t get a place to rest his head. So, the only option had to be him trying his luck with the old woman again. Ensuring no one followed him, he retraced his steps to her place. But he missed his way and ended up near the sea.
Upon sighting the sea, his mind wandered off to what the others might be doing now and the type of life they would start in Italy. He shrugged. Timing could be different but he would get there and make his own money. So, he turned back to search for the woman’s house. After what seemed like forever, he located it.
No noise came from the house. Yet, the bulb was on, implying she might be inside and sleeping. After pausing his hand in the mid-air for a while and seeing no other option than to settle for what he had in his front, he knocked the door. The sound reverberated in the room. He looked about to be sure no one heard the noise.
As expected, he was free. But the old woman didn’t make a sound. He knocked severally but got no response. Seeing he had no other option, he turned back. It would be another crime to be caught breaking and entering someone’s house.
However, his intuition made him return to knock again. This time, he exerted pressure on the door and it opened. Tunde paused in his track. He looked about and decided to move on with his plan. Walking slowly, he entered the house to meet the corpse of the woman. Someone had shot her in the chest. It took him a lot of effort not to crying loudly into the dark. He spoke less and stared at things more. Another woman was dead because of him. He couldn’t see any reason for her death aside that. The house hadn’t been raided for good but she was dead.
He sat in front of her for hours before deciding to bury her. After searching the house for a shovel, he waited till midnight before burying her. Even as he did so, he couldn't stop crying. Her stiff body reminded him of all the dead people he had encountered on his way to Europe. He cried as he buried her and didn't stop still slept off.

Then, the next day, while roaming the street, he found a boat. At once, it occurred to him that he could try travelling to Europe himself. Now, he wouldn’t be in the custody of anyone. After all, all he needed would be his passport that was still in his pocket. Nevertheless, he couldn’t travel because a lot of port authorities patrolled the sea. And that made him wait till the night. When the night came, he sneaked up to the boat and stole it to the house he now lived.
Later that same night, he took the boat and pushed into the sea. Not wasting a moment, he paddled away. The sea at that point was calm and that gave him assurance. Nothing could stop him as he paddled away. Events popped into his head to keep him company but he didn’t mind them staying. By thinking about them, he could stop focusing on the pain of rowing the boat.
Suddenly, the wind changed direction towards his boat. He struggled as the wind increased and the wave began to move him from side to side. Seeing the policemen during the day had taught him to keep quiet. So, he did and began to battle with the boat. But after a thorough fight against it, their boat capsized. As he floated in the water, he was happy he was about to take his last breathe. However, he woke up again. This time, he was pairing into the eyes of an old man. Tears flooded his life. Everything wanted to hold him bound.
‘Where am I?’
‘Libya’.
‘Why did you wake me?’ He asked and clambered out of the house. Despite being disoriented, he couldn’t stay at the man’s house and meet his corpse again. So, he walked over to the old woman’s house.
There, he recuperated. For three days, he devoured her food. In fact, he began to think up ways to spend more days in the house without being detected. So, he went to her toilet, which was located at the back of her house. Now, he had a lot of things he could do. Choices were available to him. All that mattered was the ability to pick the right one. He could either remain in the country or return home or even forge ahead. He preferred the latter. So, as he finished urinating, he decided to return to the house to prepare for his journey. But he came out of the toilet to meet two policemen coming out of the woman’s house as if they were searching for someone.

Rockyrascal:
Good morning Divepen! should we expect any updates today?

I think so. I'll post it soon.

germaphobe:
. I can't wait to read it!!!!, another story about and from our dear city

Not actually about Fortune City. In fact, we left Fortune City with a coaster bus. I'll drop the last chapter of this and start posting that... You must use your seatbelt

germaphobe:
glued to the sofa in the living room in my home in fortune city.

Funny enough, I just rested from writing the story I intend to use as competition. I inserted Malachy road, Maroon City and Queenitee's hotel.

gabi98:
Divepen1, I swear the hunger for more of this is real. Please do something

Hopefully today or Tomorrow

Olasupreme:
Ikeja, Lagos. Why am i excited already.
If they can buy for me and send down. I ll appreciate and pay for it.

Sorry for the late response
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skubido:
Lobatan


Tanks for the update

You're welcome..

Deejay1000:
The grass is not always greener on the other side

Not always bro. Not always

dammyd46:
so painful... i only have pity for tunde and Cecilia....

Awawn...Cecilia's got a fan

queenitee:
I dunno what I feel for them all

That's life jare ..