Episode Three




Rhoda finished interviewing the guest and walked out of the studio to her office. She sat on the lounge in her office and brought out her from her handbag. She swiped it open, thirty missed calls. Her heart skipped. She tapped on the call log and saw that the calls were from her husband. She hurriedly stood up and picked her bag. She glanced at the table clock; few minutes to ten p.m. she walked out of the office almost running to the car park. She opened the backseat and threw the handbag, entered the car and drove off. It was Friday, one of the busiest days in Lagos. She nervously taps on the horn as she waits for the traffic to move. She occasionally glanced at the black wristwatch on her right hand. The traffic began moving and she made a turn into a street. It is a long road but in the situation, she is now, it is the best thing to do. Waiting for the traffic to reduce is like waiting for the second coming of Jesus. She arrived at the estate about an hour later. She stopped outside the gate and horned. The gate opened and she drove in. the light in the sitting room was still on. He must still be awake, she thought to herself. She came out of the house, took her back and rushed inside. She locked the door and turned to see her husband, leaning on the stairs. He glimpsed at the wall clock wall clock then returned his eyes to her. She dropped her handbag on the sofa and removed the heels then shuffled to where he stood.
‘I am sorry sweetheart, I got caught up in the traffic,’ she said putting her hands on his shoulder then kissed him.
He didn’t say a word in reply. He eyed her then shook her hands off his shoulder. He hissed and shook his head in disgust. She opened her mouth to speak but he walked away into the kitchen. He came out a moment later with a bottle of water and climbed up the stairs without giving her a second look. She sighed then followed up. He was already lying on the bed, facing the wall when she entered the room. She removed her clothe and entered the bathroom, had a cold shower then changed into a red lingerie. She went downstairs and microwave the chicken stew then boiled yam. She sat on the dining table and gulped down the food, washed the dishes and went to the room. She lay on the bed and turned off the side lamp, drew the duvet to her hip level and shut her eyes. Minutes later, she felt hands all over her. She opened her eyes and sat up then turned on the lamp. He held her waist and drew her closer. She held his hand and flung it away.
‘Please sweetheart, not tonight. I am so tired and not in the mood.’
‘Like seriously? When was the last time we made love Rhoda? You’re tired, is that my fault? You keep flaunting your cleavage on television but you deny me my right. That’s not fair Rhoda.’
‘Okay, we will have sex but not today please,’ she said and lie back on the bed.
‘Are you crazy Rhoda? I am talking to you and you ignored me!’ He shouted, slapping her on the lap.
‘What’s the meaning of this nonsense?’ she said jerking up. ‘I am not ready to have sex with you tonight and that’s all. Is it by force?’ she hissed and lied back on the bed.
He removed the duvet violently and turned her around. ‘We are having sex tonight and that’s final,’ he said removing his short.
He yanked off the lingerie from her body and climbed on top of her. She slapped him on both cheeks then pushed him away. He stood up angrily, climbed the bed and slapped her hard. She punched him in the crotch and he responded by raining blows on her face. He stopped after awhile, hissed and left the room. She sat on the bed and coiled herself, crying.
She woke up the next morning and shuffled out of the room. Her face felt heavy. She went downstairs and checked herself out in the mirror. Her face was swollen and there was a cut on her mouth. Tears stream down her cheeks; she quickly wiped them with the back of her palm. She heard his footsteps and quickly went into one of the bathrooms; she got a glimpse of him as she locked the door. She went into the tube and sat in it, putting her arms around her legs. She buried her face in her knees and began sobbing. She heard his footstep stop just outside the door and stopped sobbing. He knocked for awhile then gave up when she didn’t respond. He went upstairs then came down before leaving the house. She cried for almost an hour then came out and fixed herself a breakfast of tea and bread. She came into the sitting room and sat on the sofa. She brought out her phone from the bag and dialled her producer’s number.
‘Good morning sir,’ she said hushed when the call was answered.
‘Morning Rhoda, hope you’re doing good? You’re not in office yet,’ a husky voice said.
‘I am having a running stomach sir; I won’t be coming to the office today.’
‘I am sorry, have you seen a doctor yet?’ the voice asked.
‘Yes sir,’ she replied and coughed.
‘Okay, take your time to recover. I will have Jamila replace you.’
‘Thank you, sir,’ she said and ended the call. She dropped the phone on the sofa and went into the bathroom.

Episode Two

Rita Jones, popularly known as Ritz is a young and talented model. She is one of the highest and most sorts after model currently in the country. She is tall, pretty with a flawless honey-wheat skin. Like any normal day which is filled with photo shoots and various adverts, the camera and flashlight were concentrated on her as she strike different poses; it was a shoot for a clothing company. Thirty minutes later, she was done. She went to the changing room and wore her cloth, a black straight skirt and crop top. She dialed her boyfriend’s number but it was switched off. She returned the phone into the black channel handbag, flipped the blonde color weave on backward and strode outside to where her car was parked. She reversed out of the parking lot and zoomed off.
She made a stop at a restaurant and had a launch of salad and wine. She drove around town for awhile then decides to pay her boyfriend a surprise visit. Ritz and Paul have been on and off for almost five years and she is the one that foot the bills. She parked outside the golden colored gate and horned. The gateman peeped through the peephole then went to open the gate. She drove in and parked under the carport. She walked in the direction of the house without responding to the gateman’s greeting.
She was greeting first by loud moaning then the pornographic movie playing on the forty inches plasma television hanged on the wall. She stomped angrily to the center table, took the remote and turned the television off. She heard moans coming from the bedroom and her heart skipped a beat. Not again! She removed the high heeled shoe and hurried towards the bedroom. She pushed the door open with all might and met the awful sight; Paul was giving the lady head. She gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. The lady who was facing her saw her and quickly sat up, interrupting Paul. He raised his head and looked at the lady then followed her eyes to the door. He stood up immediately and looked around for anything to cover his privacy. He saw his brief on the floor; he took it and quickly wore it. Ritz inhaled deeply then stepped into the room. She took the lady’s clothe from the floor and threw it at her. The lady grabbed them and dashed out of the room. She turned to Paul and stared at him sternly.
‘I can explain this baby,’ he said moving towards her.
‘Don’t you dare come close to me!’ she shouted, pointing a finger at him angrily.
‘It was the devil’s handiwork I swear.’
‘The devil?’ she giggled. “You’re worst than the devil Paul. You know what, it is over between us and this time it is for good,’ she said and walked out of the room.
‘Please don’t do that to me Ritz. I cannot live without you baby,’ he pleaded, holding her by the shoulder. She shrugged off his hands and hissed.
‘You can’t live without me or my money?’
‘You baby, I am not after your money baby.’
‘You can’t live without me yet you Bleep around. How many times have you said that Paul? I am busy working my ass of and all you do is fucking all those cheap sluts in the house I rented for you,’ she spat. ‘You’re a disgrace to the men folk.’
He became angry. ‘Look here lady, you can say anything you want but don’t you dare insult me. How much do you give me in a month for upkeeps, four hundred thousand naira only? There are women out there who give their men two million monthly.’
She looked at him the scoffed. ‘Are you not ashamed of yourself? You call four hundred only? You’re a big fool, how much do you earn in a month?’
‘You’re the bigger fool Ritz. I am the only man that can be with a cheap LovePeddler like you. You’re a LovePeddler Ritz, or you think I don’t know you Bleep around for deals?’
‘Your mother is the who…’ A slap interrupted her from completing her sentence.
‘How dare you call my mother a LovePeddler?’ He shouted at her fuming.
Ritz stood staring at him hand on the cheek confused. She raised her hand unexpectedly and revenged the slap. His eyes bulged in surprise. He dashed in her direction; she saw him coming and ran into the kitchen. She tried shutting the door but he over powered her. He pushed the door open, grabbed her shoulder and threw her away towards the island. She hit her head on the island and stood up almost immediately, looking around for any weapon. She saw a fork in the sink and took it. He roared towards her and she shields her face, pointing the fork at him. The fork pierced his throat, he growled painfully, removing the fork from his neck. Blood splashed around the kitchen as he collapsed on the floor. She looked down at him in horror as she struggles to breath. She removed the scarf underneath her hair and tied it around the wound. He began jerking and she stood up frightfully. She ran out of the kitchen covered in blood to call the gateman.
‘Em don die nah,’ the gateman said standing up after examining him for any pulse.
‘I am doomed,’ she put her hands on her head. Tears stream down her cheeks. ‘What do we do now oga gateman?’
‘We ke? Wetin concern me for your mata? As you see me so, I don leave this work, I no do again. I no want wahala,’ he said and ran out of the house.
She shuffled to where Paul’s lifeless body was and scooted beside it, inside the pool of blood. She put her head on his chest weeping. She heard footsteps outside the house and raised her head, looking at the door. The door opened and four policemen came in followed by the gateman. She stood up and stretched her hand forward without been told anything. One of the policemen brought out a cuff from his waist and cuffed her hands. An ambulance came in later and Paul’s body was taken away. She put her head on her knees as she cries while being moved to the station.

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All right reserved. No part of this story may be published in any format without the permission of the author.
Disclaimer: The story contains strong language, sex scenes which include same-sex relations. Abeg all character are products of my imagination, any resemblance to persons either dead or alive is coincidental. There are plenty grammatical error abeg, read and correct me where necessary; I am still a learner in this art. The update will be three times a week(randomly).

Glitz and Glamours is a story of six Nigeria celebrities: A sadist blogger, a model in dilemma, a singer trying to redeem himself, a TV personality facing domestic violence, a gay actor and an actress who will do anything to be at the top. Here is the first episode.

Episode One


1997
Mrs Faith stood by the door smiling as her ten-year-old son, James plays the instrument. God is truly wonderful, he had given her the fruit of the womb at the time she needed it most. Five years of marriage without a single miscarriage was hell for her. There was pressure from her husband’s relatives, especially her mother-in-law who hates her right from day one. James came at the right time and God has blessed with a melodious voice that could melt even a rock when he sings. He had joined the children’s choir group at the church where his father served as a pastor. He had become a sensation and was loved by everyone.
The door swung open and Mr Gabriel walked in with a briefcase on his right hand. He frowned immediately he perceived the smell of burning food. He dropped the briefcase on the sofa and stomped to the kitchen to check on his wife, she wasn’t there; he became furious. He turned in the direction of the room and heard the sound of the guitar and James’s voice coming from his room. He made a turned towards James’s room angrily.
She turned sharply when she heard footsteps approaching. Her eyes bulged and her mouth dropped when she saw her husband approaching. She remembered the food on fire, she stood frozen, the food was burning. She knew hell will be unleashed that evening.
“I am sorry sir,” she said joining her hands together in a plea.
“What sort of woman are you Faith?” He asked yelling. James stopped singing immediately he heard his father’s voice. “You’re too careless for my liking,” he said and hissed loudly.
“I said I am sorry already, it was a mistake,” she said with pain in her voice.
“Will sorry solve the problem? You have burnt all the food in the house.”
“I was listening to James sing,” she said, trying to prove a point.
“And you totally forgot you put something on fire? What if the house has caught fire? What will you do?” He shouted.
“I am sorry I made a mistake, that won’t happen again I promise you,” she said, tears blurring her sight.
“It won’t because I am getting rid of those stupid instruments you waste your hard earned money to buy. You won’t let the boy concentrate in his studies, I have had enough already,” he said, pushing her away and walked into James’s room.
“You can’t do that Gabriel,” she said following him inside. “Let the boy explore his God-given talent.”
He didn’t say a word in reply, he collected the guitar from James and hit it hard on the wall, it shattered into shreds immediately. Mrs Faith gasped with bulging eyes. He made for the keyboard beside the bed and she quickly ran and blocked him. He eyed her before pushing her away; she fell on the floor with a thud and grunt. James stood from the chair he was and walked to the door, there was sadness written all over his face. Mr Gabriel took the keyboard and threw it on the floor. She jerked up angrily and charged towards him. She jumped on his back and grabbed his ear with her teeth, biting it hard. He let out a painful moan as he struggles to get her off his back. She spat out blood and his mutilated ear on the floor as he flung her away to the floor. He put his hand over the wound as blood oozed out, growing. She stood in the centre of the room panting. He stared at her for a while then roared towards her like a mad dog; he knocked her down. He sat atop her and began raining down blows on her face. Within seconds, he had disfigured her face and painted it with blood. James stood confused, looking at his parent fighting. He had witnessed the fight on several occasions but it was never brutal as this. He ran to the kitchen and took a knife from the drainer then returned to the room. His father was still pounding on his mother. His eyes met his mother’s and she shook her head when she saw the knife in his hand. He strode towards them and stood inches away, raised the knife and stabbed his father in the neck. His father turned around angrily, holding his neck. Like a strike of lightning, he slashed his father across the face. He continued splashing his father until he fell on the floor numb. He plodded to where he was and stabbed him with all might in the heart.
“What have you done James?” His mother managed to say as she sat up. Her eyes were swollen; her nose and mouth were oozing blood. “Come here,” she said softly, gesturing to him.
He walked like a zombie to her and stood beside her, eyes on the floor. His mother drew him closer to her and hugged him tightly. Hot tears dripped down his cheeks as his mother burst into a heart-piercing cry. Her tears, mixed with blood dropped on his shoulder. He turned and glanced to at his father’s body lying on the floor.
“I am sorry mummy,” he said regretfully.
She released him from her embrace and wiped the tears from his eyes with her index finger. “I want you to go away, far away from here. Don’t ever come back,” she said faking a smile then sniffled.
“I won’t go, I can’t go away without you,” he said with a teary voice.
“Go!” She shouted, shaking him.
He nodded as she pushed him away towards the door. He moved back towards the door and saw the brown baby-sized teddy bear on the floor. He dashed out of the house into the street, clenching tightly to the teddy bear, weeping. His eyes were covered with tears that he didn’t notice he had reached the roadside. The screeching of wheels and smell of burning tires filled the air. The car hit him, despite the attempt by the driver to prevent that from happening. He landed on the ground beside a tree unconscious with the teddy bear still clenched to his hands. The driver, an elderly man came out of the car, rushed and carried him into the car then drove away.

All right reserved. No part of this story may be published in any format without the permission of the author.
Disclaimer: The story contains strong language, sex scenes which include same-sex relations. Abeg all character are products of my imagination, any resemblance to persons either dead or alive is coincidental. There are plenty grammatical error abeg, read and correct me where necessary; I am still a learner in this art. The update will be three times a week(randomly).

Glitz and Glamours is a story of six Nigeria celebrities: A sadist blogger, a model in dilemma, a singer trying to redeem himself, a TV personality facing domestic violence, a gay actor and an actress who will do anything to be at the top. Here is the first episode.

Episode One


1997
Mrs Faith stood by the door smiling as her ten-year-old son, James plays the instrument. God is truly wonderful, he had given her the fruit of the womb at the time she needed it most. Five years of marriage without a single miscarriage was hell for her. There was pressure from her husband’s relatives, especially her mother-in-law who hates her right from day one. James came at the right time and God has blessed with a melodious voice that could melt even a rock when he sings. He had joined the children’s choir group at the church where his father served as a pastor. He had become a sensation and was loved by everyone.
The door swung open and Mr Gabriel walked in with a briefcase on his right hand. He frowned immediately he perceived the smell of burning food. He dropped the briefcase on the sofa and stomped to the kitchen to check on his wife, she wasn’t there; he became furious. He turned in the direction of the room and heard the sound of the guitar and James’s voice coming from his room. He made a turned towards James’s room angrily.
She turned sharply when she heard footsteps approaching. Her eyes bulged and her mouth dropped when she saw her husband approaching. She remembered the food on fire, she stood frozen, the food was burning. She knew hell will be unleashed that evening.
“I am sorry sir,” she said joining her hands together in a plea.
“What sort of woman are you Faith?” He asked yelling. James stopped singing immediately he heard his father’s voice. “You’re too careless for my liking,” he said and hissed loudly.
“I said I am sorry already, it was a mistake,” she said with pain in her voice.
“Will sorry solve the problem? You have burnt all the food in the house.”
“I was listening to James sing,” she said, trying to prove a point.
“And you totally forgot you put something on fire? What if the house has caught fire? What will you do?” He shouted.
“I am sorry I made a mistake, that won’t happen again I promise you,” she said, tears blurring her sight.
“It won’t because I am getting rid of those stupid instruments you waste your hard earned money to buy. You won’t let the boy concentrate in his studies, I have had enough already,” he said, pushing her away and walked into James’s room.
“You can’t do that Gabriel,” she said following him inside. “Let the boy explore his God-given talent.”
He didn’t say a word in reply, he collected the guitar from James and hit it hard on the wall, it shattered into shreds immediately. Mrs Faith gasped with bulging eyes. He made for the keyboard beside the bed and she quickly ran and blocked him. He eyed her before pushing her away; she fell on the floor with a thud and grunt. James stood from the chair he was and walked to the door, there was sadness written all over his face. Mr Gabriel took the keyboard and threw it on the floor. She jerked up angrily and charged towards him. She jumped on his back and grabbed his ear with her teeth, biting it hard. He let out a painful moan as he struggles to get her off his back. She spat out blood and his mutilated ear on the floor as he flung her away to the floor. He put his hand over the wound as blood oozed out, growing. She stood in the centre of the room panting. He stared at her for a while then roared towards her like a mad dog; he knocked her down. He sat atop her and began raining down blows on her face. Within seconds, he had disfigured her face and painted it with blood. James stood confused, looking at his parent fighting. He had witnessed the fight on several occasions but it was never brutal as this. He ran to the kitchen and took a knife from the drainer then returned to the room. His father was still pounding on his mother. His eyes met his mother’s and she shook her head when she saw the knife in his hand. He strode towards them and stood inches away, raised the knife and stabbed his father in the neck. His father turned around angrily, holding his neck. Like a strike of lightning, he slashed his father across the face. He continued splashing his father until he fell on the floor numb. He plodded to where he was and stabbed him with all might in the heart.
“What have you done James?” His mother managed to say as she sat up. Her eyes were swollen; her nose and mouth were oozing blood. “Come here,” she said softly, gesturing to him.
He walked like a zombie to her and stood beside her, eyes on the floor. His mother drew him closer to her and hugged him tightly. Hot tears dripped down his cheeks as his mother burst into a heart-piercing cry. Her tears, mixed with blood dropped on his shoulder. He turned and glanced to at his father’s body lying on the floor.
“I am sorry mummy,” he said regretfully.
She released him from her embrace and wiped the tears from his eyes with her index finger. “I want you to go away, far away from here. Don’t ever come back,” she said faking a smile then sniffled.
“I won’t go, I can’t go away without you,” he said with a teary voice.
“Go!” She shouted, shaking him.
He nodded as she pushed him away towards the door. He moved back towards the door and saw the brown baby-sized teddy bear on the floor. He dashed out of the house into the street, clenching tightly to the teddy bear, weeping. His eyes were covered with tears that he didn’t notice he had reached the roadside. The screeching of wheels and smell of burning tires filled the air. The car hit him, despite the attempt by the driver to prevent that from happening. He landed on the ground beside a tree unconscious with the teddy bear still clenched to his hands. The driver, an elderly man came out of the car, rushed and carried him into the car then drove away.

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He was wearing a black hood and walking down the street when he heard the screeching of tires. He smiled,brought out a small chip from his breast pocket and swallowed it. He turned just as a blindfold was put over his head. He was hit hard with the butt of a gun and he passed out immediately. He was thrown into a van and taken away.
He inhaled deeply and opened his eyes. He shut his eyes immediately because of the light shunned at him. He turned his face to the side and slowly opened his eyes. His hands and legs were tied tightly to the chair. The light dimmed and the door was opened. Someone entered and shut the door. The person began walking and he recognized the footstep immediately. The person sat on a seat opposite him,tapped on the table and the light were turned off. It took him time before his eyes adjusted to the light in the room. He saw her sitting opposite him,one hand on the table and the other on her laps. He scoffed and spat on the floor.
"We meet again Hillary," she said staring into his eyes.
"Yes we do."
"You were lucky the last time we met."
"No I wasn't,you were. Tell me,how did you escape the blast?"
"I thought you won't ask. Well let me tell you,there was a vault beneath the hall. All I had to do was press a button and that's all."
"Lucky you but you won't be that lucky again."
She chuckled. "Tell me something,you have a plan?"
"Let's say yes,we are all going to die. But before we die,I want to know who my real mother is."
"I am glad you know you are going to die soon. I will grant you the knowledge of who your forsaken mother is. Her mother's name was Mbong and she died few months ago from breast cancer," she said,brought out a photograph from her jacket inner pocket and showed him.
He stared at the photograph. It was an old picture,probably taken decades ago. The woman in the picture was smiling. Her hair was parked in a bun. The smile,eyes,nose and brows were same as Janice's. He need not to be told the woman in the picture is his mother. Tears rolled down his cheeks.
He sniffed. "You've been evil for a long time now but your cup is filled up. I have only one regrate,Janice won't be opportune to see our biological mother's picture."
"Don't worry,I will have the picture sent to her."
"You won't have the opportunity to do that. You think I called you for the fun of it? No! It was planned,I know you will come looking for me after I called you and you foolishly fell into my trap. I have a tracker in me and the CTU know where you guys are now. I forgot to mention,the five thousand email you sent message to have been tracked also,it is just the matter of time before you all go down."
She was taken aback by what he said. She stared at him for some seconds then stood up abruptly and dashed to the door. He pressed his iron leg and the ankle broke immediately. The alarm sound started ringing loud. She placed her hand on the scanner beside the wall but it refused to recognize it. She turned sharply to him and saw him beaming. She stroad towards him and punched him hard on the face. Blood oozed out from his mouth and nose immediately. He began laughing loudly,she stood looking down at him confused.
"What have you done?" She asked in rage. He didn't answer her;he continued laughing. She hit her hands on the table and he stopped laughing.
"You want to know what I did? I just hacked into your system and locked all the exit to prevent you from running again. It is the apocalypse for use,we are all dying today,in the next two minutes."
She stood freeze for seconds then staggered backward and fell on the floor. He began laughing again,this time louder like someone who has lost his sanity. Missiles began raining on the facility until everything was brought down and leveled to the ground.

When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time,they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it--always.
Mahatma Gandhi

Mrs. Martha continued pacing around the large conference room furiously. Ibn Turdi sat at the head of the table,hands intertwined and placed on the table. He looked calm unlike Mrs. Martha who was worried their plan had failed. He sighed and flecked his eyes then hit his hands on the table in a bid to draw her attention. She stopped in her tracks and turned to face him.
"Please stop behaving like a kid who had lost a sweet," he said calmly.
"Like seriously? A mission just failed and you want me to calm down!" She replied vibrating.
"It is just a mission that failed,we have plenty of opportunity to attack another time."
"Those idiot will think they have an upper hand over us now and that's what is pissing me off. I want the world to dance to our tune," she said fisting her hands.
Ibn Turdi scoffed. "They will,soon."
"How did the CTU even know about the planned attack?"
Mrs. Martha's phone buzzed and began ringing. She took it out from the table and glanced at the screen. It was a new number,she glanced at Ibn Turdi then returned her gaze back to the phone. She tapped on the answer key,flipped her hair and put the phone on her ear. The person that called didn't say anything. She took the phone from her eyes,looked at the screen and returned it back to her eyes.
"Hello mum," Hillary said softly. Mrs. Martha was taken aback. She glanced at the phone screen again. She turned to Ibn Turdi who was staring at her. She returned the phone back to ear,opened her mouth to talk but no word came out.
"Hillary?" She managed to say.
"Yes,it is I. You thought I was dead or something like that?"
"How..."
"Did I get your number? Don't be surprised,I am a computer engineer remember? I wanted to add to your surprise,you may be wondering how your plan got ruined. Well,I hacked into your organization computers and decrypt the messages. I told you your evil plans will never work out as long as I am alive. I know you're in Selfoss too," he said and hanged the phone.
She stood freeze,rooted to the ground. The phone slipped from her hand and fell on the floor,making a crashing sound that drew Ibn Turdi's attention.
"How did it go?" Director Dave asked curiously.
"Perfect!" Hillary replied doing the nice sign.
"You're sure this will work?"
"It will,not after what I said to her. She will come looking for me."
"If it works,you know the consequence right?"
"Yes I do," Hillary nodded smiling. "For a greater good,sacrifices need to be done."
"The world will surely remember you as a hero." Hillary nodded,shook hands with director Dave then left.

They went back to director Dave's office and wait for Sam to leave the building before they walked out and left. They arrived at the house thirty four minutes later and met Sam leaning on a tree. They went inside the house and director Dave led them into the kitchen. He pressed a button near the gas cooker and the kitchen island slides to the side,revealing a staircase that leads down to the basement. Hillary and Sam glanced at each other then at director Dave. He shrugged and climbed down,them following closely. He pressed a button and the Kitchen island returned back to it position. He turned on light and the basement came in view. Hillary and Sam's mouth dropped and their eyes bulged when they saw what were in the basement: boot,brazen bull,choke pear,judas chair,tongue tearer and lot of other torture instruments litter around.
"I didn't say earlier,I also use here for private torturing," director Dave said,drawing two wooden chair to a table. Hillary and Sam stood rooted to the ground. Director Dave put a hand inside the pocket,turned to them and gestured to the chair. They turned and looked at each other then back at him. "Don't worry,the chairs are not part of the torture."
They glanced at each other,stared at him for a while then walked and sat on the chairs. Sam unzipped his laptop bag and brought out the laptop. He opened it,tapped on the space key and it came to life.
"What's the plan?" Sam asked.
"Belgium,Libya and Iceland,which among these countries have the least terrorist activities?"
"Libya is certainly not among," director Dave said folding his arms.
"Belgium is ranked 40th on the global terrorism index," Sam added.
"And Iceland?" Hillary asked turning to director Dave.
He shrugged. "I can't say. Sam can you google terrorism in Iceland please."
Sam nodded and peered at the laptop screen. He typed and clicked on search. Links popped up within seconds,he clicked on the second link,it opened and he started reading. He turned to them and said: "Terrorism in Iceland is insignificant."
"Iceland it is then,that's where the message came from," Hillary said swallowing hard.
"Terrorism is insignificant there,how can the message be from there?" Director Dave asked raising his eyebrows.
"It is a strategy,they want to divert our attention from there so we won't find out their location easily."
"Okay,now that we found out the message came from Iceland what next?" Sam asked.
"We hack into all the computers in Iceland."
"What!" Director Dave and Sam said together,turning to face Hillary.
"That is impossible!" Director Dave said putting his hands on the hips.
"It will take days if not weeks or months," Sam added.
"Don't panic,I have done it before. I have formula and it always work for me," Hillary assured.
"If you can do it then it's okay," director Dave shrugged. Hillary pulled the laptop to his front and began work immediately.
Three hours later,there was no lead of any kind. Director Dave had gone upstairs uncountable times. Sam had watched Hillary do his magic for about an hour then lost interest and dozed off. Director Dave had watched him also until it got bored,he went to the other end of the basement and lean on the wall.
"I found it!" Hillary said jumping from his seat. Sam jerked up from sleep confused while director Dave walked,almost running to where he was.
"What did you find?" Director Dave asked.
"The source of the message. It was sent from a town named Selfoss," Hillary replied and returned back to his seat.
"Wow! How did you do it?" Sam asked.
"I told you I can do it and I did it."
"That's nice,what next now?" Director Dave asked.
"I hacked into the computer the message was sent from and found encrypted messages sent to about five thousands emails just hours ago."
"Can you decrypt the message?" Director Dave asked.
"I can,it will take just few minutes," Hillary said and continued working. Director Dave and Sam stared at the laptop screen as he work.
"The beast of destruction will be released at 1400 hours tomorrow. The beast are only weaken by scent of burnt sunflower combined with lilies," Sam read the message aloud.
"What does the message means?" Hillary asked relaxing back on the chair.
"The message may not be clear but an attack is surely happening tomorrow and we must do everything possibly to stop them," director Dave said standing up properly.
"Burnt sunflower with lilies," Sam said less audible.
"Lilies weakens cats," director Dave said.
"Yes," Hillary nodded,turning to face him.
"Lions are cats also."
"Are you trying to say..."
"The beast in the message are lions," Sam interrupted Hillary.
"I am sure and if they succeed it is going to be bloody."
"They won't succeed,the solution to the problem is clearly stated in the message. We are a step ahead of them now. All we need is sunflowers and lilies," Hillary said sneering.
"Why can't we just bomb the location since we know where they are hiding," Sam suggested.
"That's a suicide mission. If we do that we will be shooting ourselves on the foot. If they can attack the whole world,it means they are damn powerful," director said.
"What do we do now?" Sam asked looking from director Dave to Hillary.
"Sunflowers and lilies," Hillary said.
"How can we get sunflowers and lilies distributed all over the world in a short time?" Director Dave asked concerned.
"We don't get flowers distributed to the world,we ain't no florist!" Hillary said in black american slang,beaming. Director Dave and Sam raised their brows.
"I guess you have a better plan," director Dave said putting his hands in the pocket.
"All we need to do is broadcast a message about an attack tomorrow an..."
"That will send the world into panic," director Dave said interrupted.
"Allow me finish first,beside the world is in panic already. We send the broadcast and what weaken the beast."
"Then what?" Director Dave raised his shoulder.
"Then nothing," Hillary said. Director Dave and Sam looked at each other then at him. "We do nothing after that so also will they. If that message is broad casted,they won't carry out the attack cause they know it will fail." They remain quiet for awhile,thinking about what Hillary just suggested.
"Okay,let's give it a trial," director Dave said and sighed. Sam parked his things into the bag and they left.

Happy birthday to me! I wish myself lot of love,money and happiness.



Director Dave stared at his hands for a while. Hillary shook his hands,he took out a key from his breast pocket and unlocked the cuff. Two jeeps halted at both ends of the street just then and about a dozen CTU agents came out,cocking their guns,reading to shoot.
"Relax guys,we're fine," director Dave said,raising his hands up. He tapped Hillary on the back. "Follow me,there is something I want you to see."
Hillary followed him into one of cars and they drove back to the CTU headquarters. They entered into the director's office and closed the door. Director Dave took the remote from the table and switch on the television.
"I got this video message few minutes ago,I am hoping you can help us," he said and played the video. It was Abu Jaddad on the video.
"Good morning to the people of the world. My name Is Abu Jaddad,the supreme leader of the Al-Shibbul. The attacks that happened this morning in major cities of the 196 countries around the world are carried out by us. We are not done yet,this is just a tip of the iceberg. We are taking over the world and make it become a bette..."
"Stop!" Hillary said to director Dave.
"Why?" Director Dave asked as he paused the video.
"Can you zoom to the image on the glass at the right?" Director Dave zoomed at the image on the glass window. The image was a woman's and it was unclear. "Can you run a face match on the image."
"I will have one of my analyst work on it." Hillary nodded. Director Dave took out his phone,snap the image and switched off the television. They went downstairs to the place the analyst were. "Hey Sam,I want you to run a face match on this image."
"Okay sir," Sam said and collected the phone from director Sam. He plugged the USB cable to the phone then connect it to the laptop. He ran a face match and Mrs. Martha's face popped up with a hundred percent match.
"I knew it!" Hillary hit his hands together.
"You know the woman?" Director Dave asked turning to face him.
"She use to be my mother and she use to be or is still the leader of the terrorist group called the hallow. What I don't get is what she was doing with Abu Jaddad."
"You think they are working together?"
"Something like that. Sam please can we get info on Abu Jaddad?"
"Sure." Sam said and turned to the laptop. "From the information here,Abu Jaddad was the second in command of Isis until the death of commander,Ibn Turdi few months ago."
"If the commander is dead,that makes him the commander right?" Director Dave asked folding his arms.
"Yeah,but according to what he said in the video,he is the supreme leader of Al-Shibbul. It means..."
"He had formed another terror group," director Dave interrupted.
"If he had formed a new group and my mum is part of it,it means only one thing," Hillary paused,looked between director Dave and Sam. They stared back at him tensed.
"What?" Director Dave asked blinking his eyes.
"All the terror groups all over the world have come together to operate under one body."
"That's impossible," director Dave said swallowing hard.
"No single terror group is capable of carrying out an attack on 196 cities except they come together as one."
"If that's true,then it is the beginning of the end of the world."
"Not if we find and stop them."
"How? Do you have a plan?"
"Yes,we will find them."
"How?" Director Dave and Sam asked in unison.
"The video you received,we are going to trace the IP address to locate where it came from."
"Okay," director Dave nodded then turned to Sam. "Log into my account Sam."
Sam nodded and logged into director Dave's account. He copied the IP address and started working on tracing it. He turned to them with a worried look. "I am getting three locations instead of one: Belgium,Iceland and Libya."
"I am not surprised,an IT guru can do that. I think it is high time I too show my IT skills," Hillary said the last sentence more to himself.
"What did you say?" Sam asked.
"Nothing. How safe is this place?" Hillary asked director Dave.
"Before this incident,I will say very safe but now,I don't trust anyone except Sam. We have been doing things together for a long time now."
"Okay,I have a plan but we will be needing somewhere safe."
"My house is safe,there is a basement and no one knows about it."
"Good. Can Sam be off without anyone suspecting?"
"I am the boss here," director Dave said then turned to Sam,"I need you to get to my house,we will join you in thirty minutes."
"Okay boss," Sam said and closed the laptop.
"Let's get back to my office,we will leave after he is gone."

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Amen and thank you.
Plenty money,inspiration,fame,good friends and above all God's mercy is all I wish for.

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Lemme be d first to wish u Happy Birthday and Happy new year in advanced.

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Hillary opened his eyes slowly and looked around like someone who had lost his sanity. The sedative he was given hasn't left him totally;he still felt weak and his sight was blurry. He relaxed back on the bed and closed his eyes for a while then sat up on the bed. He rubbed his hand on his face,stood up and made for the door. Something pulled him back and he fell on the bed. He glanced at his other hand and saw that he had been cuffed to the bad.
"What the!" He said raising his brows. He sighed heavily and bit his lower lips. He tried pulling the cuff from his hand but stopped when he couldn't endure the pain. He kicked the drawer beside the bed and a small metal the size of a credit card fell on the floor. He stared at the metal for sometimes and an idea popped into his head. He had seen in the movies where people use shim to unlock cuffs. He used his leg to drew the shim towards him,picked it up,inserted it between the locking mechanism and the teeth. Slides the shim up into the locking mechanism,tightened the cuff one notch,pushed the shim forward and tightened the cuff. The cuff clicked opened,he sighed,took it off his hand and dashed in the direction of the door. He turned the knob and pulled it but it didn't open. He jogged to the window and peeped outside. His eyes bulged and his shoulders dropped immediately he saw he was on the fourth floor.
He heard the sound of the door opening and he turned in the direction in horror. The door opened and director Dave stepped in followed by two other men. He stopped in his tracks immediately he saw Hillary standing by the window.
"What are you doing Hillary?" He asked moving in Hillary's direction.
"Stop!" Hillary said moving backward. "I will jump out if you come an inch close."
"Please stop Hillary,we are not the bad guys here."
"You cuffed me to the bed Mr. Director and you say you're not the bad guy? How sure am I you're not part of the terrorist?"
"Hell n..." Director Dave turned to the men behind him and signaled to them to get Hillary.
Hillary glanced outside and saw an ambulance coming in the direction. He pushed the window frame and jumped out in a blink. He fell on the ambulance with his elbow and growled. The ambulance halted,he rolled and fell on the road. He stood up immediately not minding the pain in his elbow and leg. He staggered to a cab,opened the door,held the driver by his collar and pulled him out. He entered the cab,reversed and drove off. He heard the sound of siren,glanced through the rear view mirror and saw three black jeeps chasing after him. He pressed hard on the accelerator and turned into a street. He glanced and saw only one of the jeeps chasing him;the other two had turned to other roads in order to block him ahead. He fastened the seat belt and increased the speed to 200mph,the jeep behind him also increased it speed. He glanced at the car and sneered. They were approaching the main road when he moved a little bit from road and stopped the car abruptly. The tires made a screeching sound,producing a thick smoke as the jeep passed him,ran into the mainroad and collided with two cars. He turned the steering,pulled the hand break and zoomed off into another street. He stopped the car,came out and jogged to a lone street. He walked hurriedly,leaping on one leg looking around his shoulders occasionally. He heard the sound of a gun being cocked and he stopped immediately.
"Your hands behind your head Hillary," he heard director Dave's voice say. He did as he was told and turned around to face him. "What was that all for?"
Hillary didn't respond,he stared at him as he hostel the gun and walked in his direction. He was few inches away from Hillary when Hillary threw a punch at him. He didn't saw it coming,it met him on the chin and he staggered back. Hillary threw another punch but he was late,he moved back,held Hillary's hand and twisted it. Hillary growled as he struggled to free his hand. He turned his hand,pinned it on his back,took a cuff from his waistband and cuffed his hands then turned him around and gave him a hot slap.
"What the hell did you think you're doing? Three of my agents are seriously injured all because of your foolish act."
"You cuffed me to the bed,why?"
"To keep you safe."
Hillary chuckled. "Like seriously? Keep me safe? Am I a terrorist?"
"I..."
"You don't have any right to keep me under lock,you think I don't want to get see those terrorist out of the way? Please get me uncuffed,the last time I checked,I wasn't the bad guy," Hillary said,turned around and lifted his hands a bit up.

Hillary sat in the interrogation room,inside the Counter terrorism unit (CTU) headquarter. He was asked to remain their after meeting with the director. He put his hands on his forehead and bent his head down thinking. He heard noise outside,raised his head to see what was happening. People gathered around staring at a large screen television on the wall. He stood up and rushed out in the direction. He saw the CTU director leaning on a pillar,his hands on his mouth and horror in his eyes.
"What's happening director Dave?" Hillary asked visibly scared.
"There were attacks on major cities in the 196 countries of the world and the death toll is about fifty million."
"Fifty... Oh my God!" Hillary said scared.
He became dizzy and lost his sight temporarily. He fell on the ground and began breathing hard. Director Dave rushed towards him and held him.
"Are you okay Hillary?" He asked.
Hillary didn't respond. He shut his eyes trying to regain his sight and catch his breath. His breath became normal after a while and he opened his eyes,there was fear written on his face.
"It is the apocalypse. It is the end of the world," Hillary said to himself. He began talking gibberish. Director Dave called on two people to take Hillary to the clinic. He was given a sedative and left under the care of two police men.
Somewhere in Iceland,a helicopter landed on top of a balcony. The door opened and two people,a man and a woman came out. They ran in the direction of a door while the helicopter took off again. Two Arab men came out to the balcony,bowed their head in respect and took the people inside a large sitting room. A beard Arabian man sat on a rock-chair legs crossed with hands placed on the chair arm. He took a cigarette from a silver plate and drew it for a long time,puffed out smoke from his mouth and nose then returned it back on the plate.
"Welcome Mrs. Martha," the man said with Arabic intonation,sneered and bent his head slightly to the left.
"Thank you Abu Jaddad," the woman said removing the head warmer and the sun glass from her eyes. It was Hillary's mother,she smiled and sat on the available seat close by. "You did a good job Abu Jaddad,the dead toll has risen to a hundred and five million. The world have never seen something like this and I am happy for that."
"I am happy you liked it. With like-minded people like you around,there is nothing stopping us from holding the world hostage," he said demonstrating with his hands. They both laughed.
"Talking about holding the world hostage,I think it is the right time to take down all the presidential houses."
"I don't agree to that," he paused then turned to a man standing by the door. "Please get us cups of tea Ashraf."
"Yes sir," the man nodded and left.
"I don't think this is the right time for that,it is a good idea but the timing is bad. We will do that when the time comes."
"Are you suggesting we fold our arms and wait for the right time to strike again?" She said crossing her legs.
He shook his hand. "No we won't."
Ashraf came in with a tray containing two tea cups,milk,sugar,honey and a kettle. He scooted and dropped the tray on a center table then poured the steaming liquid into the cups then turned to Mrs. Martha.
"Should I add milk?" He asked her.
"Oh yes and I prefers honey. Thank you." She replied.
Ashraf nodded and did as he was told. He took the tea to them then returned back to his position. They drank the tea in silence,finished and dropped the cups on the stools beside their chairs.
"You were saying something Abu Jaddad."
"Yes,please follow me," he stood up and she did the same. They walked into a room and he opened a closet at the far end of the room. He pressed some keys on the lock,it bleeped twice,a door opened with staircase leading down to a basement. They stepped inside,the door locked and they began climbing down silently. They came to the end of the stairs and entered a large empty hall. Mrs. Martha turned to Abu Jaddad with brows raised. He sneered and flecked his eyes,walked to the wall and placed his right hand on a scanner on the wall. The light in the room turned green then there was sounds of heavy metal. Mrs. Martha turned in the direction of the sound and her mouth dropped at what she saw. Abu Jaddad swaggered to where she stood and smiled,placing his hands on his crotch.
"Here is our next plan Mrs. Martha," he said happily like a child who had been given sweet.
"Lions? What do you plan on doing with them?" Mrs. Martha asked turning to him.
"There are thirty thousand lions in there waiting to be released into the world to feed on the world population."
"Including our people? That isn't going to work Abu Jaddad."
"Don't worry,they won't even come near our people."
"And how did you plan on doing that? These things are animals,they don't know the difference between our people and our target."
"That,you shouldn't worry about. They are trained and are allergic to the smell of a specially made perfumed. Anybody who wears the smell will be safe."
"Ok,but they can easily be kil..."
"They would have done worst things by then. Don't worry,we're taking over the world," he said patting her on the back. He hurried to the scanner and placed his hand. The doors closed and he gestured to her to come as he climbed up the stairs. Mrs. Martha sneered wickedly and followed him.

Who sent his the message and what does the person mean by the others? Doctor Jonah! His thought went straight to him. He quickly dialed his number and placed the phone on his ears. He got a voice message that the phone was switched off and he should leave a message. He dialed Teyana's number and got the same message. He became worried and decided to call either Arnav,Tom or Leo. Their numbers were also switched off. He became alarmed instantly and checked the message again. It all made sense now;the five of them were in trouble. He stopped in front of the elevator on a second thought;who so ever sent him the message might be around and going into the elevator is going to be a bad idea. He decided to use the stair instead.
"Hello,I think my room has been burgled," he said to the receptionist who stood up from her seat immediately.
"I am sorry sir. Please give me a minutes let me call the chief security officer," the receptionist said picking up the telephone. Hillary nodded and placed one hand one stand and the other on his hips. The receptionist dialed a number and talked briefly to someone at the other end of the call. She ended the call and turned to him. "I am sorry sir,someone is on his way. How..."
The ringing of Hillary's phone stopped the receptionist from completing her sentence. Hillary excused himself and answered the call.
"Check your mail," a voice said and ended the call.
Hillary glanced at the phone screen raising his eye brows. He tap on the gmail icon and saw a new mail. His heart started pounding in his chest as he sluggishly click on the new mail. It was an empty mail with attachment,a video. He downloaded the video and played it. Teyana,doctor Jonah,Arnav,Tom and Leo had their hands tied behind them in the video. Their faces were covered in blood,an evidence of torture. Hillary covered his mouth,staggered to the stand and leaned on it. The receptionist hurriedly walked to where he was and peered at the screen.
"Your reluctantly will cause your friends' lives. I want you to see how they will die a brutal death. This is just the beginning of the end of the world. The world will know and feel our wrath," a voice said then spoke in a foreign language.
Five men in hood,faces covered in a black veil moved behind Teyana and the rest. They placed sharp daggers around their necks and within a second slide their throat. Blood splashed on the camera and the video ended. Hillary let out a loud cry and clawed his nails on his face. The receptionist who had also seen the mess stood fixed on the spot shaking. The people around rushed towards them to find what happened. A man came in and asked the receptionist what was happening. She didn't talk but only pointed to the phone. The man took the phone and played the video. The people around went behind him to see what had caused the commotion. They soon found out and were disturbed by the video.
There was heavy traffic gridlock on the 11.8-kilometer Lagos third mainland bridge. It was typical to have such heavy traffic on a monday morning. The traffic was moving slowly in a snail-like mode. Three men on power bikes rode to the tail of the traffic and stopped,they glanced at each other then nodded their heads. Two of the men drove between the cars to the middle and the front of the traffic respectively. The power biker in the front halted and climbed down from the bike then pressed the earplug in his ear.
"Now," he said and pressed a button on his wrist watch.
Three bombs rocked the air,shattering the bridge and everything on it into shreds. The people on the other roads were also affected. Soon,there was confusion among the people as they ran in fork.

Merry Christmas to the Christian brothers and sisters. May this christmas be the your best christmas yet.
Also,happy 27th wedding anniversary to my parent.




Christmas special!


The vibration of his phone and bleep sound doctor Jonah's made him stop midway in his sentence. He removed his phone from the pocket while doctor Jonah went and carried his from the front of the decoder.
"It is Teyana,she asked me to check my mail," Hillary looked up at Doctor Jonah.
"Same here,hope she'nt trying to play games with us," doctor Jonah said smiling. He was about sitting down whe he quickly jumped up standing. "Oh my God we made Time 100 most influential people in the world!"
"What?" Hillary said standing up abruptly. He rushed towards doctor Jonah and collected his phone,peering into the screen. "It is true! We made the list!"
"Yes we did."
Teyana's call came through just then. Doctor Jonah swiped on the phone screen and answer the call then put the call on speaker.
"Congratulations babe,you guys made Times 100 most influential people in the world," Teyana said happily.
"Thank you babe,Hillary is at my house now."
"He is?"
"Oh yeah I am," Hillary said and giggled. "Whatsup Tee?"
"I am good Hills,congratulations."
"Thank you Tee."
"I am so proud of you guys,I am over the moon now."
"You ought to,you fiancée made the list after all," Hillary said teasing.
"Of course!" Teyana said laughing.
Hillary's phone started ringing and he went to carry it. His sister's name appeared on the screen;she must have seen it also. He answered the call and went to the other part of the sitting room to talk to his sister. They talked for few minutes then ended the call. A call came through almost immediately. Calls kept coming through their phone until they became tired and switched off their phones.
They were sent a congratulatory mail from the management of times magazine a day after and the date for the gala. They flew to New York three days to the gala and were hosted by Teyana,Leo,Arnav and Tom to a small party to celebrate their success. On the day of the gala,the city of New York was was agog with activities. The honorees flew in from different part of the world to honor the event. A black tinted limousine pulled over in front of the hotel the gala was to take place,Teyana was the first to step out in a velvet blue high thigh dress with a golden color purse to match with her shoes. Hillary followed,wearing a peach color suit and a crocodile skin shoe. Doctor Jonah came out just after him wearing a black tuxedo and an italian shoe. The papparazi turned to them and began snapping them pictures. Teyana and doctor Jonah locked arms as they pose for the camera. They walked ahead with Hillary following behind to the red carpet for another round of pictures. Teyana stood between the two men with her hands on their back while they receprocrate the gesture.
Doctor Jonah signaled to Hillary and the former nodded. Hillary touched Teyana on the shoulder and she squinted. He put his mouth close to her ear and blew air. She hit him softly and giggled while turning to face doctor Jonah. Her eyes googled when she saw him on one knee. Everyone's attention was on them by now. The papparazi didn't fail as they did a good job of capturing every moment.
"Teyana," he called softly bringing out a small box from his suit inner pocket. "I fell in love with you the very first day I saw you. You complete me in every way. I want to share every moment of my life with you,I will take care of you and I will never make you cry. I promise to never leave you alone,I promise to be with you for life. Will you marry me?"
Teyana covered her mouth with her hands. Tears rolled down her cheeks,she turned to Hillary who stood beside her beaming,he shrugged. She turned to the crowd who were busy shouting and chanting say yes.
She nodded then said: "Yes I will marry you."
Doctor Jonah opened the box to reveal a beautiful seven caret diamond ring. Teyana gasped when she saw the ring. He took her left hand and slide the ring into the ring finger then stood up,put his hand behind her neck and kissed her passionately for almost a minute. The embraced each other for few seconds then broke away and turned to the papparazi.
Teyana clinched to doctor Jonah throughout the event which lasted till midnight. They left for a bar for the engagement party organized by Leo,Tom and Arnav. They partied till early in the morning before departing for their various hotels.
Hillary woke up with a slight headache and hangover. She shuffled to the bathroom and washed his face and brushed his teeth. He lay back on the bed and shut his eyes. He opened his eyes and turned to look at the glass plaque sitting on the center table. Suddenly he felt the urge to swim and smoke. He hasn't done the former in a while. Smoking was an old habit that started back in the secondary school and he had become addicted to it until the issue with the terrorist that made him totally forgot about it and now it was coming back. He stood up,went to where his bag was and wore a blue track suit,locked the room and went to reception to ask for cigarette .
He got two sticks of cigarette as requested and a lighter then left to the swimming area. He entered one of the bathrooms,smoked,had a bathe before going for swimming. He came back from the pool,entered the room and was moving towards the bathroom when something caught his eyes;the window was slightly opened. He remembered closing the window when he came back from Teyana and Doctor Jonah's engagement party. He shrugged and stroad to the window then locked it. His leg hit something and he looked down. It was the plaque lying on the floor. He bent and picked it up,staring at it. He went and dropped it on the center table then went to his bag and began looking if anything was missing. He couldn't find his Visa and some valuables. He stormed out of the room in the direction of the elevator,he wanted to go and lay complain about a possible burgle.
His phone buzzed,indicating a new message. He took out the phone from his pocket and opened the message. You are lucky unlike the others. The message read.

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There was a loud applause among the crowd as he climbed down the podium. He smiled and began walking back to his seat when his eyes caught glimpse of someone. He quickly look at the direction and he saw her,his mother smiling at him. She was wearing a black head warmer and black spectacles. She removed the spectacles and smiled at him. He stood still and blinked his eyes severally to make sure he wasn't day dreaming. He opened his mouth but no word came out. She turned and disappeared into the crowd. He searched through the crowd with his eyes but couldn't locate her. He gulped and sat down. He couldn't concentrate through out the remaining part of the event.
Hillary asked his driver to take his to doctor Jonah's house. They parked outside the house and Hillary put a call across to him. The phone rang but there was no response. He redailed the number and the call was answered when it almost ended.
"Good afternoon Doctor Jonah," Hillary said looking through the window of the car.
"Afternoon Hillary,how did the event go?" doctor Jonah asked from the other end.
"Are you home? I am outside and it seems your gate is locked."
"I am around,you now the elections are tomorrow and I don't want to be disturbed. I am coming to the gate now," he said and ended the call.
Hillary slide the phone into his hip pocket and cleared his throat. His driver turned around immediately.
"Do you need help sir?" The driver asked.
"Not really Isah,I want to talk to doctor Jonah about something and it might take a while and I don't want to keep you waiting. You can go,I will call you when I am done," Hillary said and opened the door.
"Okay sir," Isah said.
Hillary came down and closed the door then hit the car twice. Isah honked,reversed and drove away. Hillary heard the sound of the gate opening and he turned to face it. The door opened and doctor Jonah's face appeared. Hillary walked and entered the house.
"Where is your driver?" doctor Jonah asked locking the gate.
"I asked him to leave,I will call him when I am done here."
"So how did the event go? I was busy and couldn't even watch it on TV."
"I love the flowers," Hillary said looking at the beacon silver cover covering the ground near the wall.
doctor Jonah dropped his shoulder and rolled his eyes. "Don't tell me you're just seeing the flowers for the first time."
"It just caught my attention for the first time,you know I am not into flowers," Hillary said moving ahead. He pushed the door and entered,followed closely by doctor Jonah.
"You need flowers in your house."
"I don't need ooo,I am okay like that. Who flowers epp?" Hillary said sinking into the sofa. They both giggled.
"What do I offer you my friend?" doctor Jonah asked walking in the direction of the bar.
"A glass of wine will be okay."
doctor Jonah took a glass cup and a bottle of wine from the bar,he poured wine into it the glass and walked to the sitting room. He handed him the drink and sat opposite him. Hillary finished the wine and dropped the glass on the glass center table.
"I saw someone," Hillary said and paused,looking into doctor Jonah's eyes. doctor Jonah nodded and swallowed a lump. "I know it may sound impossible but I think I saw my mother,step-mother today."
doctor Jonah stared at Hillary for a few seconds then chuckled,stopped and began laughing profusely. Hillary stared at doctor Jonah as he laughs,then he stopped laughing when he saw the seriousness on Hillary's face.
"Wait,you can't be serious are you? How is that even possible? I thought they..."
"Dead," Hillary interrupted. " My thought exactly but what I saw was real. I saw her,she smiled at me then disappeared into the crowd."
"How... What... I don't know what to even say," doctor Jonah said rolling his eyes. Sweat began forming on his forehead.
"I..."

Episode 5

Obiye sat on the stool grinding the burnt banana peel on the grinding stone. She finished and packed it into a small pot used for making soap and took it to the kitchen. Her father came out from his hut and sat outside.
“I want to talk with you when you finish.” Her father said loudly.
“Ok” Obiye replied and hurriedly finished what she was doing. She stroad and knelt beside her father.
Her father cleared his throat and began: “I know you’re bothered my daughter. We are too. You will feel dejected and ask why you, but I want you to be strong and know that what will happen, will happen, no one an escape destiny. If you’re destined to get married to Ejeh, so be it.” Tears rolled down Obiye’s cheeks.
“Is there no other way?” she raised her head and looked at her father for the first time since she came.
“Other way like?”
“I don’t know. Even Enenche wants to marry Ejeh.”
“The boy is right, wrestling Ejeh means suicide but that will make him a coward who couldn’t fight for what he want. Be patient Obiye. You can go now.”
She stood up and shuffled to her mother’s hut. No one is being fair to her. Why will they want her to marry Ejeh? She will rather die than marry that animal. Yes, she will kill herself! Let him marry her dead body. She will marry only Enenche.
Omaba convinced Enenche to come with him to the village where young men were drinking eje. He hasn’t left the house since he and Obiye fought. He washed his face and the head for the village square. Much talks were not done among them. Omana didn’t teased him like he used to. There was drumming and dancing. It is true that boys will be boys. Most of them were clearly drunk. The went and sat on an empty trunk. They greeted the people around and Omaba left. He came back few seconds with two horns filled with eje and gave Enenche one.
“So Enenche what do you plan on doing now?” Ogejuma, a bully who enjoy bullying people with his harsh words asked. Enenche’s heart skipped a beat, now that was what he was afraid of.
“I don’t get you?” he gulped down the eje, pretending not to understand what Ogejuma meant.
“Stop pretending Enenche. We all know who your wrestling mate is.” Ogejuma said, turning toward where Ejeh was.
Enenche turned and looked at the direction Ejeh was, busy gulping down eje. He looked disgusting with the eje running down from his wide mouth to his tattered and unkempt moustache down his belly. Enenche hated him more. How will the animal ever think he will marry Obiye?
“And so?” Enenche said, turning to Ogejuma.
“Will you wrestle him or allow him marry that arrogant Obiye?” Ogejuma laughed.
“How dare you!” Enenche fisted his hand, intending to bit Ogejuma but Omaba got held of him.
“Don’t allow him get to you.” Omaba whispered into Enenche’s ear.
“Reserve your energy for Ejeh you coward!” Ogejuma yelled, attracting people’s attention to them.
Enenche was vibrating out of anger. Ejeh stood up from where he sat and bounced to them. He spat on the ground in front of Enenche and stood, hands akimbo. The muscles in his chest was shaking profusely. Enenche spat in his front and stood up, facing him. Ejeh used his index finger and poked Enenche on the forehead. Enenche pushed him and fight broke. Three blows landed on Enenche’s face then he was pushed to the ground. Omaba rushed and helped him up then they left the village square with Enenche bleeding from the mouth and nose.

MichaelBlake40:
duch12 it seems you are a Moslem or at least you're in regular contact with Moslems.
Anyway sha expecting more from you.

I am a muslim

Episode 4


Something fell on the ground and everyone turned and looked at it. A lion skin! Obiye stopped dancing and look around like others who were hungry to know who threw the lion skin. They searched around and their eyes fell on him. He was smiling deviously. Ejeh, the greatest warrior was the person. Obiye stood numb. She knew instantly that she was doomed. Ejeh had once tried to woo her but turned down his proposal, she hated brutal and disrespectful men like him and now, faith is trying to play foul with her. She glanced at Enenche who stood like a statue with hope lost. Tears stream down her cheeks. Enenche started walking backward until he disappeared among the crowd. She followed him but he was no where to be found. He was gone!
They sat on the heap of dried grass with their back against each other, each of them deep in thought. It was two days since the competition, everything seems as if it was a dream. Obiye had fainted and was taken home. The first thing she did when she woke up was cry. She didn’t cry alone, her sisters and mother cried also. No family will ever want their daughter to marry Ejeh. Her father sat out side his hut with his left hand on his cheek. Her brothers stood arms folded. It was if someone had died. Obiye cursed her beauty for it had attracted doom for her.
“What do we do now Enenche?” she broke the silence.
He sighed. “I don’t know, I am confuse.”
“Let’s run away to a far distance land and get married.”
He put his left hand on the ground then turned and looked at her.
“What about our families? What will happen to them? What will the society say?” she turned and looked at him.
“Let’s go to a strong medicine man so that he will do a charm that will kill Ejeh.”
“We will be building our marriage on blood.” Obiye said.
“What will we do then Enenche?” Her eyes were filled with tear.
“We should forget about each other.” He murmured. She gasped.
“You’re not serious Enenche!” she chuckled angrily. “You know I can’t marry any man apart from you.” Tears rolled down her right cheek.
“It is the only way out Obiye.”
“Can you stand the sight of me marrying another man?” she asked in a cranky voice.
“What do you want me to do Obiye? You know I can’t wrestle Ejeh!” he yelled.
“You’re a coward!” she shouted standing up. He stood up also.
“I agree, I am a coward!”
“I shouldn’t have love you! I should have love a man who can fight for my love not you, a coward?” She said and hurriedly left the place.
He watched her as she walked away. His world was crumbling. He wiped tears from his eyes and walked away.

Lildiamond:
I love your story a lot. I'm happy Hilary survived

I am already working on the sequel but it will be short