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Onemansquad:
Bros abg sit dwn nd face ur front no turn ur head sideways to luk labaski o

bia, Mention and Onemansquad. respect yaselves before security throw you out o..... infact sef, i'm moving labaski from the two of una place. labaski dearie, come siddon with me for director's box jor

Fatalveli:
Handie, u for include me in d story cos I be womanizer pass martins! *dis is gonna be interesting afterall* just as I guessed!

well, no be only womanizing him sabi..... u can't dream of doing other things he's capable of. just sit, relax and watch the drama unfold

My name is Bukunmi, but most people call me
BK.
Blackmail got me here(as in living in 17 Awosika)
and so many things in life, I have a knack for
walking into situations that requires me to keep
a secret and I know how to use this to my
advantage, this particular house has many
secrets, let me introduce you to my neighbors.
Nnamdi & Vivian stay at the flat upstairs, they’ve
been married for 7 years I think, Nnamdi is an
investment bank with a multinational bank while
vivian is an event manager, she runs her own
company giving her the ample space and time
she needs to take care of their daughters, Rita
and Ify, Rita is 7 years old while Ify is 3 years
old, from their marriage affair, I can tell Nnamdi
was forced to marry when he impregnated her
when they just came out of NYSC,they have been
dating a long time, Nnamdi was a rascal when he
was in school, from some of his behavior at
times, you can tell he would have been a cultist
in school, but that’s one thing about life, he’s
more of a trustfund kind of guy sha,he’s
financially stable, very very, Vivian is an okay
woman, she isn’t particularly pretty neither is
she ugly, the only good thing about her is the
way she talks, she has this cool accent, lovely!
Her kids are lovely and warm, very respectful,
they greet each time they see you.
Martins & Kemi, lovely couple, a strict story of
fine boy weds fine girl, Martins is a young
lawyer, junior associate, finished from school
2006, called to bar 2009, nice dude , his wife,
Kemi is with private banking dept of a big bank,
she has this white woman shape, tall,pretty, light
in complexion, lovely lips, cute hips, she’s sha
fine….lolllz. They’ve been married for over a
year, no kids yet, they’re always going out here
and there, clubs, movies, beach, and all, secretly
Nnamdi envied them, they were this fun and
lively couple, bt Martins was a reckless
womanizer. I always wonder why martins will
cheat on this lovely lady, she was very adorable
and P.S, I only like her, I don’t go after married
women moreover martins is a sharp player, a 9
for that matter, maybe martins can solve
Arsenal’s problems……
These are the main actors in this movie,
welcome to 17 Awosika!

Welcome to a new Story. 17 Awosika is the address of the events that occur in
this duplex consisting of 2 x 3 bedroom flat n a
2 bedroom flat BQ. We would be sharing their
lives/ daily experiences and filthy stories
Please keep note that 17 Awosika is purely
fictional, any semblance to real life situation is
purely coincidental
Here it goes:

Hameenat94:
Aye Sire! Im here... Grabs my executive seat nd munching my popcorn nd zobo... Buh pls finish 'THE ADJACENT' OH

Ok Ma. Even if I no for finish am, I'll try to do so because u want me to.... But before then, abeg chillax for your executive seat and enjoy this one

kayemjay:
Great Job handle. Your first story was the very good albeit short.

We want more.

Seat Reserved.

Ok boss. I'll try to correct that anomaly with this one..... with my hand on my chest, I promise u'll get more

Nimen:
Me nko? Ah no be vip?

U na VVIP na

Well my people, I've really enjoyed this experience and I wanna have more of this. Because of that, I've decided to start a new story. It's gonna be a crime/action thriller named 17 Awosika. Abeg all this story don do. click on the link to check it www.nairaland.com/1942208/17-awosika-a-crime-action-thriller

All rights reserved. No part of this work should be copied without my express permission or that of my big bros @ Deolu Bubble. Copy anything without our permission and I'll have you BANNED or if na your blog you put am, we'll have it shutdown( I hope you've learnt from what Linda Ikeji's passed through) Abeg all this copyright story don do. First update will come up shortly. In the mean time, Go grab popcorn and Zobo and relax.
N.B: Front seat is reserved for my Ogas and madams @ Mention, MaziOmenuko, Kayemjay, Fatalvelli, Iphie17, Hameenat94, Labaski, Onemansquad, d9ty, and Temitopedaniel

Hameenat94:
season 2? Tot it would finish 2day sire??

seriously thinking of writing another season where the struggle to unravel the Alhaji Hassim myth continues. But honestly, there ain't any plans to start the write-up

Mention:
E never still finish?

season 2 go dey.

WE'VE COME TO THE SEASON FINALE OF WHAT HAS BEEN A JOLLY GOOD RIDE. THANKS TO YOU ALL FOR THE LOVE, COMMENTS AND SUPPORT.
THE ADJACENT SEASON FINALE: The flight to Heathrow was boarding at the
departure wing of Muritala Muhammed
International Airport. Lana made his way to the
Business class section. He met an elderly man
already occupying a window seat which rightfully
belonged to him according to his ticket stub but
he let it go thinking maybe its one of the
oldman’s dying wishes.
Lana settled into his seat, waited a few more
minutes before the flight took off, it would
surely be a long journey as he brought out a
novel to keep him company. A classic one at
that, Master of the Game by Sidney Sheldon, this
was the fourth time he was reading it but each
time he picked up the book, it was as if there
was something new he was discovering about
the book, he was picking new lessons about how
to run a dynasty.
The old man beside him also minded his own
business as well but after about 2 hours, the old
man tried to initiate a conversation with Lana.
“I’m sorry I took your seat” The old man
apologized
“It’s no problem, it’s probably a fetish you have
anytime you fly” Lana replied respectfully flipping
over to the next page of his novel
“I just love the windows seat, My name is Alhaji
Graham Moddibo Missah” Alhaji introduced
himself
“Lana Reis” Lana replied
“You know its really funny how Nigerians pay the
highest air fare in the whole world, I mean the
whole world” Alhaji tried to start up a
conversation
“Well, There are regulatory bodies who should
handle that. I’m not sure why they are not doing
anything about that” Lana finally gave into the
conversation with the old man not knowing he
was discussing with Alhaji Hassim
“The whole country is corrupt, everyone is
looking for a flaw in the system, scheming up
ways of piling up the most cash their
generations would not be able to finish
spending” Alhaji continues lamenting about the
deplorable state of the country
“The most I can say about this whole corruption
thing is that it’s in all of us, every single
Nigerian is a thief, given the right condition”
Lana said
Alhaji was taken aback by this statement.
“You mean to tell me when you get into
government you will also steal?” Alhaji asked
“To be truthful to you, I will but I will leave
behind something good that our own people will
say we’ve progressed” Lana said
“Please continue” Alhaji said
“Personally, I think our administrators do not
give a hoot about us, the roads are still
deathtraps, our schools are still not equipped,
there is no constant electricity, everything is a
mess. Meanwhile, in every budget, funds are
assigned to do this and nothing gets done.
Each governor comes in, does a major road,
leaves the inner city road, rehabilitates one
school block in every 2 local governments and
already feels like an hero.
That’s not what this nation wants, we need
people who want to make a difference and don’t
even get me started on the Oil Subsidy issue.”
Lana explained
“and why exactly don’t you want to discuss the
oil subsidy matter?” Alhaji inquired
“Because its a scam, same oil storage facility
used by 3 or more companies. They’re just
feasting on our natural resources. Some
organizations get paid twice for a single import
they’ve done. Its daylight robbery down there”
Lana said
“I’ll tell you something I heard, it’s been
happening for about 30 years or so. Whenever
these so-called foreign exploration companies
drill, they report fake figures, for example if they
drill 15 barrels, they can report they drilled 5
barrels. Meanwhile, some of our own
representatives from the NNPC will take this
result to their headquarters for payment to the
NNPC.
These so-called officials drafted to go abroad to
submit this documents are pampered silly with
cash rewards that they go into town and buy
themselves all sorts of things forgetting their
primary assignment abroad. The truth is that our
own people are short-changing us” Alhaji
explained
“I couldn’t agree more, Sir” Lana said
“And then also, there is the case of Oil
bunkering, that only takes away obscene amount
from the nation” Alhaji intercepted
“Well, I call that one, wealth redistribution
except that the dividends only circulate amongst
a certain group of people” Lana replied
“Your reasoning is quite different, the country is
bleeding from that sore wound everytime” Alhaji
replied
“Politicians can steal money, the people are
taking charge of their own future by taking
whats rightfully theirs” Lana said
“Rightfully theirs? They are stealing” Alhaji said
“It’s a natural resource, if you know where to
dig, you can find it there, no human being put it
there” Lana fought back.
“Let me ask you this, what do you do for a
living?” Alhaji asked
“I’m a businessman, importing, exporting,
merchandizing, the whole 9 yards. Why did you
ask?” Lana replied
“Nothing really, I’m just so curious with the way
you were defending the oil bunkers, it sounded
like it’s what you do” Alhaji replied
Lana laughed and replied “I’m not one of them; I
just get passionate about thieving politicians and
civil servants”
Alhaji laughed and said to him “By the way, this
was an interview and you passed”
Lana replied “An interview? Interview for what?”
Alhaji opened up his diary, flipped to the back
pages, brought out his pen, put the diary where
Lana could see it and scribbled down his name
ALHAJI MISSAH
And then underneath it, he wrote
ALHAJI HASSIM
Lana read the second line for about 15 times in
the space of 3 seconds. His heart pounded
violently against his chest, not sure of what to
say. Alhaji broke the silence
“Dont worry about how this meeting was
arranged, you heard about the new associate I
was looking for? ” Alhaji asked
Lana not fully regained his speech faculty nodded
like a 5 year old.
“The advertisement was wrong because I’m not
looking for an associate, I’m looking for a
replacement. I want someone else in my place, i
want to retire and settle in a different place far
far away from the shores of Africa.
I have had you in sight for quite a while
now,you’re the new Alhaji Hassim” Alhaji said
“The Alhaji Hassim life comes with a lot of
treachery, sabotage and any other ruthless evil
vice you can imagine but I believe you have the
wits to survive it. Many would have died in Porto
Novo today while new alliances would have been
formed to come and get you.
The only thing you need to be Alhaji Hassim is
this wristwatch I’m about to give to you. It
consists of a code that has all the operational
files, our clients, our processes and our
charities.
We donate anonymous to an NGO whose sole
aim is to eradicate poverty in Nigeria, an
anonymous donation of N10 million every 2
months goes to them. I know its small but the
ball is in your court now.”
Lana Reis was digesting every tiny little detail
Alhaji Hassim was giving him.
Alhaji removed the Patek Phillipe wristwatch and
gave it to Lana, Lana took it and carefully
examined it, he could see the code inscription
Alhaji told him about.
Alhaji brought out another pair of Patek Phillipe
and strapped it on, and said
“If you have any question, you have till we land
to ask, from then on I will be able to contact
you, you wont be able to contact me. I will
contact on further instructions of how to crack
the code.” Alhaji said
Alhaji relaxed back into his seat, yawned and
smiled as he closed his eyes to take a nap.
A confused look still on Lana’s face.
__
Chike was woken up sound of his surrounding;
the last thing he could remember was Lanre
telling him
“I’m sorry, Old friend”
The noise around his surrounding was much, it
was like he slept in the middle of a market, he
could hear bus conductors screaming their
destinations, petty traders hawking their wares,
most importantly more noise about clothes.
Chike wiped sweat off his forehead, he opened
his eyes to the dark surrounding he was, he was
inside a bus, laying on a heap of clothes. He
looked more closely and realized he was in a
vanagon bus, mostly used to smuggle second
hand clothes into Nigeria from Benin Republic.
He wasn’t sure how long he was out for, Lanre
used the nerve pinch on him. He opened the
door of the vanagon and the 12 noon sun hit his
face, the curtains of the vanagon had shielded
him from the mid day soon.
He looked left, right, back and forth and realised
he was in the middle of Aswani market.
So many questions to ask.

THE ADJACENT EPISODE 24: Chike maintained his composure as the fake
Alhaji was reeling out revelations of why Alhaji
Hassim had never been caught.
Sporadic shooting started on the dock, Chike
moved close to the window to check what was
happening outside.
Chike left 2 soldiers with Alhaji and moved out
with one other soldier, by the time Chike got
outside, the shooting had stopped, he could see
the bodies of the agents he left outside the
perimeter on the floor and the bodies of the
Beninese soldiers as well.
Looking ahead, he could see a small army
making its way towards the yacht, there is
someone on a wheelchair, another tall lanky guy
walking with his own mercenaries behind him,
unfortunately Nigerian customs officer.
They were moving towards him, full of purpose,
and in the front of the fight was Lanre Jimoh,
looking rugged and holding a 9mm gun.
In Chike’s head, they were heading to him in
slow motion.
As soon Chike came out of the yacht, the
mercenaries pointed their guns at Chike. Lanre
made a hand gesture and the mercenaries put
their guns at ease.
Lanre asked them to stop and proceeded
forward to meet with Chike half-way. It was
getting darker for everyone to see.
“Chike, this isn’t your fight” Lanre said
“But you know I can’t stay out of this, it’s my
job remember” Chike said
“You’re in over your head as you can see, you’re
out-manned and out-gunned” Lanre reiterated
“I know what the situation is, you will not spell
this out to me” Chike lashed back
“Then I’m sorry, old friend” Lanre said
Chike was trying to decipher what Lanre was
talking about as Lanre moved swiftly to his back
to applied the Vulcan nerve pinch exactly at the
back of his neck. Chike fell to the ground, going
into a mini-coma.
Lanre signalled for his one soldier out of his
own unit to stand guard watching the rest of the
JTF team as they went into yacht.
Alhaji Hassim wasn’t sure of how to play but he
was sure calm would do the magic, He was sure
that would have murdered all of his bodyguards.
For some weird reasons, all the staff of the
yacht lined up to one side as they entered into
yacht, with the dead bodies of the bodyguard in
front of them as a reminder for them not to
misbehave. One of the mercenaries rolled in
Rooney’s wheel chair, as he rolled past a certain
stewardess, he had a tingly feeling that they had
met before but the image was too far for him to
remember so he moved past.
They all assembled into Alhaji’s office, Alhaji sat
down still maintaining his 100% composure.
Rooney was the first person to speak up.
An uneasy silence filled the room, as all the
major players were in the same room, Alhaji
Hassim was sitting behind his majestic table
while Jibola Balogun, Rooney and their entourage
were all standing, watching the throne.
Rooney spoke up
“You never thought you would see me again, did
you?” Rooney asked
“Technically, I knew I would see you again.”
Alhaji’s answer was witty and sharp
“How is that?” Rooney asked tilting his head to
the left
“I knew about your escape, how you faked your
own death, the complication that landed you in
the wheel chair as well. Your greed killed you”
Alhaji calmly lashed back at Rooney.
Rooney removed a handgun from a holster on
his wheel chair and pumped hot lead into Alhaji
Hassim. Rooney took a direct shot at his
forehead, his neck and his heart. The shots were
clinical.
Everyone remained silent, held spell bound, no
one could believe what just happened.
“Get his wristwatch”, Jibola told one of the
custom officers with him.
The custom officer went and removed the
wristwatch, handing it over to Jibola.
Jibola checked the wristwatch, dissatisfied with
what he was seeing. He began lamenting
“This isn’t the Alhaji Hassim wristwatch, its
supposed to be a Patek Phillipe not a Rolex”
“There are no numbers scribbled at the back,
there is something wrong” Jibola continued
lamenting.
Jibola’s brain began working in hyper mode, he
remembered the Minister also told him that
Alhaji Hassim had been a birth mark at the back
of his arm, a black mole. He hurried went to the
dead carcass of Alhaji Hassim, tore out the shirt
with a table knife, turned him on his stomach,
he couldn’t find the birth mark.
He screamed out, his mood was beyond pissed,
he closed his eyes and spoke firmly in a gentle
tone
“We’ve got the wrong Alhaji Hassim” Everyone in
the room was lost as no one understood what
Jibola was talking about.
“My source for Alhaji Hassim’s whereabout is a
close confidant of Alhaji, he would know where
he is which means Rooney just killed the fake
one” Jibola continued
“Break this down now! Who is here now? Does
Alhaji have a clone?” Rooney demanded
“Not a clone, this is Alhaji’s body double, The
man you killed is just someone who looks very
much like Alhaji Hassim and has been trained to
act like him” Jibola explained
“So, the real Alhaji Hassim is still out there?”
Rooney asked
“We all need to find him now” Rooney continued
as he rolled his wheelchair out.
Jibola brought out his gun and shot him in the
head and said “this time you’re dead for real.”
Jibola moved forward a bit with the gun in his
hand, and said
“I know some of you worked for him, you now
work for me. He was too sentimental, we need
to be business oriented, we will make loads of
money. I am ready to pay you whatever you
want but I want the real Alhaji Hassim” He said
determined and full of promise in his eyes
“We will work day and night, tirelessly until i
have that wristwatch with Alhaji Hassim. That
wristwatch will give us the kingdom, we will have
everything we want.” He continued
“Finally, we need to move into international
waters, so who is the sailor amongst us” Jibola
asked
No one answered, then he said,
“Nikky, the only reason I haven’t killed you yet is
because you’re the only person who can get us
into International waters” Jibola said
Nikky walked into Alhaji’s office peacefully,
taking off her disguises and looked Jibola in the
eye.
Jibola replied “We’ve got scores to settle but
not today”
Lanre nodded at Chike, signifying support for the
new regime

THE ADJACENT EPISODE 23: Chike took a team of 5 men along with him to
Porto Novo, 2 men were outside scanning the
neighbouring docks for any sense of trouble.
Chike was still waiting for his Beninese police he
was promised as back-up. They hadn’t shown up
yet.
Chike gathered his men into a circle to instruct
them on how to proceed, specifically giving
them orders to keep it as civil as possible, he
said
“Team Alpha & Beta, the first team will consist
of 2 guys, you will both stay outside and guide
the perimeter” Pointing to the agents to stay
outside and the location where they will stay.
They braced themselves as they were about to
proceed to the yacht, some of Alhaji’s boys
noticed the armed men coming towards the
yacht.
The boat-boy ran inside to inform Alhaji who
was already done with the shredding.
Chike took a deep breath as he was about to
enter the yacht, he looked from top to bottom
at the gigantic masterpiece, nothing short of
beautiful.
As they boarded, A young man came up to them
to ask them if they wanted to see Modibbo
Graham Missah. Before the young man could
answer, Alhaji came out and invited him into the
boat.
Chike tried not to notice the class and the
finesse of the yacht, so beautifully decorated
and unbelievably simple. Chike couldn’t ignore
the billionaire’s edifice.
He led them into a tastefully furnished room, his
office. With a large table, with gold trimming on
the edge with an executive chair on the other
side. Alhaji took a seat on the other side while
signifying for Chike to sit down while the other
agents stood behind Chike.
Seeing the mystery man sitting before you
totally takes away all the preparation you’ve had
in your head. Chike was trying hard to maintain
composure. Alhaji Hassim was beaming with
confidence, he didn’t look like he would leave
the yacht arrested or in any way.
Chike was still wondering how the
transformation of the gateman who was begging
for his boss turned into this fearless billionaire,
it was rather astounding to Chike.
“You’re Alhaji Modibbo Graham Missah?” Chike
asked
“Yes, I am. Is there a problem?” Alhaji replied
confidently
“You’re a fantastic actor, Alhaji” Chike said,
smiling as he crossed his legs over eachother
“Few hours ago, you were a gateman begging for
the life of your boss, and now you’re the head of
the famous oil theft ring.” Chike continued
“I am, A certain school of thought believes that
the best place to hide anything is in plain sight”
Alhaji started
“I was right there in front of you at Bourdillon,
you didn’t notice a thing, if you had taken me
there, it would have been the end but here!
There is only one outcome and I have checked
every other possibility and its still the same, you
all die here, your bodies will be thrown to the
sharks in international waters” Alhaji said
Chike looked at his wristwatch and looked back
at Alhaji waiting for him to continue with his
speech
“You will die and all of this will go back to
normal, put a pin on that. Take this outcome as
well, by some weird occurrence, I will die but
that wouldn’t be the end of our smuggling ring.
Another one will come up. That reminds me, I
hope you’re well armed because you might have
more company showing up.” Alhaji explained
“How do you mean your death won’t be the end
of the smuggling ring?” Chike questioned
“Firstly, I’m sure you don’t know what you’re
dealing with, you keep following the trail to see
where it leads you. Alhaji Hassim is a firm
believer or follower of the Adolf Hitler system.
Let me give you an hint, Adolf Hitler was the
first person to use a body double.
So, you can understand how things can get
complex from here on.
I’m Alhaji’s body double; the real Alhaji Hassim is
somewhere far far away, so my death won’t
exactly do anything.” He said

SPECIALLY SPECIALLY DEDICATED TO THE LADY THAT MAKES MY HEART DANCE SKELEWU @ Iphie17. Thanks for reading the story.
THE ADJACENT EPISODE 23: Nikky was one of the first to track Alhaji Hassim
to Porto Novo. She was already waiting, walking
around the dock in a cool outfit, wearing a jean
with a colourful shirt, she walked back and forth.
She could already see his boat as it was
flamboyant all over.
There was little activity around the yacht as it
was preparing to leave the dock. The service
boys were moving loads in. Carefully carrying
them to make sure none of the items were
broken.
She saw a glimpse of Alhaji Hassim as he came
out to hurry the boys up.
__
Rooney and his entourage of personal soldiers
rode into Seme border going straight ahead to
the dock yard. Driving through in 2 SUVs tinted
glasses. Their drive-through looked like a
government motorcade.
__
A man with the same look as Alhaji Hassim got
down from Abuja to Lagos earlier in the
afternoon; unknown to him was another man
trailing him on the same flight. The similarity
between this Alhaji Hassim & the one in Benin
Republic was unbelievable; they could pass for
identical twin only they aren’t.
Alhaji Hassim needed to pick up one more thing
before going on his self exile. The most
important part of the Alhaji Hassim charade.
He walked out of the arrival departure and took
a cab to Dolphin Estate.
The old man who was trailing Alhaji also got into
a cab and asked the cab to follow him.
As soon as Alhaji Hassim got to Dolphin House,
he went into the kitchen, everything looked
compartmentalized. He walked over to the gas
cooker, a GE Dual Fuel Slide-In Range, he slid it
out and tore out the wallpaper on the wall.
Beneath the wallpaper was a wooden
compartment that he brought out, his face
shone bright as he brought out his prized
possession, the wristwatch that stored all of his
fortunes.
He brought out the Patek Phillipe World Time
wristwatch, the gold plated edge was still shining
bright even after spending many years in the wall
of the kitchen.
As he stood up to move, the man who was
trailing him entered into the kitchen, and he
couldn’t believe he was seeing his long time
friend, the Minister of Defence.
“Idris, what are you doing here?” Alhaji Hassim
called him out by his first name
“Nothing really, I’m just following you around,
what are you doing here” The Minister replied
sarcastically.
The Minister entered into the kitchen and saw
the cooker out of its place, the wallpaper off the
wall, the space dug into the wall, the wooden
compartment on the floor, the minister knew
Alhaji was here to pick up something.
“You know it’s actually quite ingenious what you
did with the Alhaji Hassim brand, how you killed
the man who taught you the business, Gen.
Ishaya, how you almost wiped out his entire
family.”
He kept talking while pacing around the kitchen,
he continued
“Yes, about his family that you nearly wiped out.
You left someone out of it, his last daughter.
Do you know how unbelievable this world is?
She married a junior oil bunker and also inherited
the billions of dollars you couldn’t find in the
raid in his house. His name is Jibola Balogun,
he’s on his way to kill your body double at Porto
Novo. I really give it to you with your plans and
everything
You’re very clever, I’m sure you’re wondering
why I’m talking to you like this, wondering if I
have lost my mind but then again as a man that
you’re, you must guess that your whole charade
is coming to an end.
And yes, I’m working with Jibola Balogun, how
else do you think they would have been able to
raid your safe-house at Bourdillon?
Dont worry no one will notice you’re gone, a
collision is about to happen at Porto Novo that
will make news headlines everywhere. I had a
problem with your recent operations about 2
years downward, your boys killing each other,
the presidency set up a serious team to track
you down.
Well, I’m proud of what you’ve accomplished for
yourself, Aliu.
” The Minister went on
“Wont you say anything? ” The minister asked’
“Of course, I will respond to you. it just seem
like you had rehearsed this for a while, so I
wanted you to finish with your epistle. ” Alhaji
clearly and distinctively said, maintaining his
awesome calmness.
Idris had caught up with his vices but he dint
spend 25 years on the throne of been Alhaji
Hassim for nothing, his contingency plan was in
double folds that this retard didn’t know
anything about.
“Well, I have always wanted to give you a piece
of my mind but then the time never came but
Jibola has just made it available for me. I didn’t
want to sell you out in the first place but on
second thought why not? Your whereabouts’
came very expensive, don’t worry” Minister
replied
“How much exactly did he pay you to betray me”
Alhaji Hassim asked him
“It wasn’t really about the money, it was more
about being tired of you, and he paid $15m” The
Minister said
“Can you see why am up for regime change for
the Alhaji Hassim franchise?? Those young boys
spend money, good money at that. I was also
particularly mad at the way your double handled
the Rooney case, he didn’t deserve to die like
that…..Wait a minute, he isn’t dead!” The
Minister continued.
“Idris, I really need to get on a plane very soon,
I can’t deal with you and your betrayal right
now” Alhaji Hassim said
The Minister of Defence started laughing as
Alhaji Hassim tried to leave the kitchen, the
minister pushed him backwards
“Only one person leaves this house, it’s either
me or you and lastly, I told Rooney about that
wristwatch with your bank codes, so either ways,
Rooney will come and look for it” The Minister
of Defence said
Alhaji instantly lost his temper and a fight broke
out in the kitchen, 2 old men fighting, battling
for their lives. Idris had the upper hand early
enough, been able to rain down more punches
down Alhaji’s face until Alhaji was able to send
his knee into Idris’s rib cage, making him lose
the grip on Alhaji’s neck.
As soon as Alhaji broke free from the grip, he
grabbed a knife and drove it into the Minister’s
neck, twisting the knife as he saw life leave the
body of his long time friend and associate, the
Minister went down slowly, trying to use his
hand to stop the blood from flowing but his
attempt was futile. He died in the pool of his
own blood.
The blood had also stained Alhaji’s outfit as well
but not so much. He got out of the kitchen went
to bedroom to see if he can get something for
himself.
He saw a change of outfit there and left the
house, heading straight to the airport,
wondering and hoping he can still catch his flight
for that evening.

[quote author=iphie17 post=26984244]Hassim go hear am, all dx pple on his tail. Handie cos say I pour sand 4 una garri dats why u no hail me bah? aww! sorry dearie. I go dedicate the next update to you..... but y u pour sand for our garri?

Fatalveli:
I'd be really glad if u can just use d word 'Hypocrite'

Baba, in trying to do what's right, going to church, reading my bible, meeting Muslims and learning from them as I believe we all serve the same God hypocritical? If that's the meaning of hypocrisy, I rather be an hypocrite than be a religious fanatic

The update os kinda short. Just bear with me. By God's grace, we'll be finishing the adjacent tomorrow afternoon and starting another series in the evening or the next morning

THE ADJACENT EPISODE 22: Lanre managed to squeeze himself past the
customs and immigrations officers at the Seme
border, bribing anyone and everyone who
stopped him. He drove through the Nigerian
border, scanning left and right. On his right he
could see the empty space of mud land, people
coming and going about their business.
He saw some people shouting at each other
because they refused to give up their bag to be
searched. Today at the border was very busy, he
had to drive at a snail’s speed. As it was his
first time in this country, he continued to drive
slowly until he got to an highway that led into a
town. He stopped his car and as soon as the
people around the round-about saw him park his
car, they ran to his car, each to sell him
something, he pointed at a particular one and
the rest left.
The official language of Benin Republic is French,
but it’s common knowledge that a lot of
Beninese speak Yoruba and Fon. He summoned
the boy he chose over, wound down his glass
and tried to speak with him. He began the
conversation, also using his hands as sign
language.
“Sogbo Yoruba?” (Do you understand Yoruba)
Lanre said, using hand signs to drive home his
point
The boy nodded his head in agreement, Lanre
was happy that the rest of the journey wouldn’t
be as hard as he thought.
“Ona ibo ni Port Novo, Apa otun abi Osi” ( What
direction is Porto Novo, Right or Left) Lanre
asked
The boy replied “Otun” and also pointed to the
right of the juction. Lanre had one more
questions before they began their journey into
the city
“Somo ibi ti oko oju omi nla ma wa ni be” (Do
you know where the big boats dock) Lanre asked
as slowly as possible
The boy replied “Beeni, mo mo e be, e be ni a
ngbe” (Yes, i know the place, that’s where we
live)
“Mu mi lo si ibe” (Take me there) Lanre said
counting out N10,000 and handing it to the boy.
As the car drove off, there was a sound in the
car of someone hitting the boot of the car, he
knew it was the thug from Apapa he locked in
the boot of his car, he looked the boy dead in
the eye and smiled.
__
Jibola Balogun had just arrived the Office of a
friend in Nigerian Customs & Excise Office in
Seme border. Jibola has never been in a rush
worse than this. Jibola couldn’t sit down, he was
pacing around and few minutes later the man he
was waiting for came in. A fragile looking man
greeted Jibola but he wasn’t in a mood for
pleasantries.
“Good afternoon, Mr Balogun” He said
“Afternoon Officer, we don’t have time to talk,
all the talk we’ll be doing can be done in the car
on our way” Jibola said, hurrying the officer up.
The Officer led the way. “How many soldiers do
you want me to bring” The Officer said
“Two armed officers will do, this operation is off
the books” Jibola said
They all got into a Toyota Prado and rode into
the neighbouring country.

Fatalveli:
So u are a muslim... More inks to ur pen bro and I must say I'm very humbled to be among ur lovely fans

. I'm more humbled. BTW, I'm a Muslim, i'm also a Christian. I just try to do what's right. To me, it comes first before religion

Mention:
This was short ooo

I just came from training and felt like dropping something. will drop another update by 9pm insha Allah.

Special thanks to my big bro @ Deolu Oniranu bubble. He's d baddest blogger ever liveth. Twitter handle is @deolububble.
THE ADJACENT EPISODE 21: Specially dedicated to Onemansquad, Hameenat94, Fatalvelli, Mention, Labaski, and everyone who has been on this thread.
Lana had not heard from Chike for a couple of
days, Nikky also seemed to have veered off the
planet. It seemed like both of them had shifted
base into Oblivion and Lana was worried about
everything since Chike had notified him to stop
all of the bunkery activities.
Well, sometimes bad guys make the best good
guys.
Lana had tonnes of money in his account but
was worried that he had been left out of the
loop and that Nikky also wasn’t picking her calls.
For a minute, Lana thought he was being set up
by Nikky but hurriedly brushed the thought off
his mind because he knew he was co-operating
with JTF on their investigations and that was
enough to buy him some goodwill.
Lana dialled Chike’s number which he didn’t pick
until he finally did on the third dial.
“Hi Lana, you’re quite persistent” Chike
answered
“Funny thing, I have been calling you and you’ve
refused to pick or call me back” Lana replied
“Yes, I apologise about that, I’m currently
enroute Benin Republic, Porto Novo to be exact”
Chike said
“Whats happening down there?” Lana inquired
“It’s this Alhaji Hassim business; we’re hoping to
intercept him at his yacht” Chike said
“Okay, isn’t he anonymous? Have you seen his
picture? How do you hope to achieve this” Lana
inquired
“Dont worry,we have our few little secrets, one
of them is that he wears a Patek Phillipe World
Time wristwatch with code written behind it, the
code is for his Swiss Bank safety deposit box. All
the secrets are locked in there, that is just one
of the many things we’ll use to identify him”
Chike explained
“Just that? You people think you have it figured
out, right?” Lana asked
“So, what are you folks going to do with him
when you catch him” Lana continued
“Why am I even telling you all of this, why are
you calling?” Chike responded
“I just wanted to know what’s happening with
the investigation, haven’t heard from you or
Nikky in days” Lana said
“Now, you know; Is there anything else?” Chike
was hurriedly trying to get off the phone
“I’ll be out of the country for a while.” Lana said
“Just roam your line, I might need to confirm
some things with you” Chike said
As soon as Lana got off the call, He started
packing while making a call to his travel agent to
book him a one way business class ticket to
London.
Alhaji Hassim arrived first at his yacht, saw his
crew but the Sailor wasn’t around as he went to
Cotonou. Alhaji went into his office and began to
shred all the incriminating documents.

Big shoutout to everyone who has been with me since the beginning of this story. Special thanks to a darling @ Labaski, d husband wey go marry you is simply blessed. Special mention goes to my boss Mention. you made this possible. To Mazi Omenuko, Kayemjay, and every other person who read this work, commented or recommended it for others to read, I say a very big thank you. Abeg if u no see your name, no vex. If i'm to mention everyone's name, this thread won't be enough. But whether your name was mentioned or not, YOU made this possible. Without further ado, it's my pleasure to present to you the last few episodes of the ADJACENT.

Fatalveli:
Grab my strap, locate my comrades, let's get my enemies not knowing I'm coming back! I guess it's time we turn dis thread into a warzone*

what? u wan turn my thread into war zone ba? JTF, SSS, DSS, NIGERIAN ARMY, AIRFORCE, NAVY, BH, and ISIS must hear this

Expect an update in the NEXT TWO HOURS. THE BEGINNING OF THE END

All these well done is making my head swell and making me feel like one super star. *In 2face's voice* thank you my people. one love. Nothing dey happen

I JUST WANNA SAY THANKS FOR READING MY STORY AND YOUR WORDS OF ENCOURAGEMENT. Without you guys, this wouldn't have been possible. obrigado, danke, merci, oshe, nagode, uwese.
THE ADJACENT EPISODE 21: Nikky got the message kind of late but it came
anyway, she was approaching the house on
Bourdillon, her cover was another agent from
the JTF. She had put together her fake
credentials, dressed smart and knocked at the
gate.
She made sure the JTF team had left before she
approached the gate.
She pressed the bell several times before the
maid came in to open the gate, the maid was
still fidgeting from the morning raid. It was her
first time seeing so many armed men in the
house.
Nikky sensed her fear, and took advantage of it,
She entered into the compound and looked
around, trying to imagine how the arrest took
place. Nikky asked the maid what happened in
the house earlier on.
Being naive, the maid was scared and ran
through everything from how the JTF came, the
arguments in the house, how her boss was taken
to how the gateman took off as well.
Nikky stopped her at the point where she said
the gateman took a car and left. She
immediately went to the gateman’s room. The
room was locked, Nikky was in the middle of
breaking into the room when the Emmanuel’s
wife, Sarah came out.
“Hello, Please who are you” Sarah asked
Nikky stopped and moved over to Sarah to
introduce herself.
“Hello, My name is Chioma Ogochukwu, I’m with
the JTF and we’re running data forensics on your
property. Our tactical team just left with your
husband. Am I right?” Nikky lied.
“Yes, they did! But just out of curiosity, what’s
the job of the forensic team in this case”, Sarah
asked.
“We’re here to see if we can dig for more
evidence that might have been missed by our
tactical team.” Nikky explained.
“Why are you trying to break down the
gateman’s door?” Sarah asked.
“We just received intelligence that your gateman
has left the house with your husband’s LR4 SUV,
is this true?” Nikky asked
“He has left alright but not with my husband’s
car, that’s the Landlord’s car and we’ve been
told the gateman can use the car. The owner of
the house is a really generous man” Sarah
explained.
“Have you ever met with the owner of the house
in person?” Nikky asked.
“No, we communicate via email. We just pay the
rent into his account and send him an email
when such is done” Sarah replied
“I’m sorry ma’am, I need to break down this
door, we need to gather evidence as the
gateman has fled” Nikky said.
Nikky broke the lock of the room. It was cozy
and chilly as the A.C wasn’t switched off,
nothing seemed out of place. Looked exactly like
a gateman’s house but a lot more conducive.
Nikky continued looking at the room, she pulled
the mattress up, nothing underneath. She
walked over it and it seemed like there was
something underneath the rug, Sarah and the
house maid were standing outside observing her.
She pulled the rug aside and saw a small safe
embedded into the concrete and covered with a
soft wood. As she pulled the lever of the safe,
she found out it wasn’t locked but all that was
left there were papers, junk and all.
Nikky received another text on her phone, she
pulled out of the phone and read it, “JTF team
heading back to that place, their E.T.A is 5
minutes”.
She grabbed what she could and heaped them in
her car, however she saw some French ticket
stubs in the place, she took some and left some
for the JTF team.
She came out and explained to Sarah that some
of her team members would be coming soon,
but that she had to leave because it was another
unit that was coming. Nikky heaped the
documents into her car and disappeared.
She drove back to her hotel room and started
analyzing the document. She found out that the
next place Alhaji would go would be Benin
Republic, if he wasn’t already there.
Alhaji was just clearing his vehicle at the Seme
border under another alias of Modibbo Graham
Missah. The customs had just cleared him to
move on. He picked up his Benin phone and
called his yacht to prepare for him.
He was laughing to himself, he was sure
someone sold him out, who sold him out was
what he was about to find out.
Hot behind his trail was the dexterous Lanre,
Lanre grabbed his phone and called his sponsor.
“Hello, Alhaji is heading to his Yacht, the time is
now, leave right now” Lanre said.
A smile came up Rooney’s face, payback time….
He rolled his wheelchair into another room
where a team of mercenaries were waiting for
him…
____
Jibola Balogun was also waiting for a phone call
but got a text message on his phone, it read,
“Alhaji is about to escape, head to Porto Novo
immediately”.
Jibola went into his room, entered a secret
password into a wall and the door slid open, his
little home armoury. He picked up guns,
catridges, cash and his international passport.
He went to his wife’s room, on her sick bed and
kissed her goodbye, promising to redeem her
family’s image…..
As Jibola was about to leave, he sent an
anonymous tip to Chike about the Porto Novo
departure of Alhaji Hassim.

Nimen:
handie... I want to re-post your story, you'll have full rights to it... Its such a great story that i want to share

Cool. I got some conditions sha. Reply my PM let's talk

Fatalveli:
I open this thread on behalf of all Nairalanders that feeds us with loads of interesting, and life changing stories! You authors may not know what u are really doing in most of our lives but we would be a total ingrate if we do not thank and encourage ya'll for your hardworks! We admit that we cannot award u but I pray that you all will be Rewarded abundantly by Almighty God for constantly making us happy and making nairaland the most amazing site in Nigeria! I'm sure seun will personally thank u for that! Now, special thanks go to the hounourable people's like: T.dan,Queenxstar,Audreytimms,Flakkydagirl,Divepen,Kingphillip,D9ty7,Kingzpen,Kayemjay,Candy,Handie,Jigsawkillah,Rapmike,DaveP,Omoshelwa,2scorehigh,Whitemosquito,Calismart,Treasuregr8,Just4yhu,Danwrites,Therock555,Tiffanyj,Royver,Ciela,Almecherish,Ghostwritter,Wilsonblaise,Dygeasy,Esixlove,Sammyhoe,Mynd44,Stefikal and lots more cos if I start mentioning names ehn! Once again, God will bless ya'll for us and more inks to ur mighty pens...

Thanks for the mention bro. May the almighty God bless you too. Thanks for keeping the Faith and reading the stories

THE ADJACENT EPISODE 20: Chike brought Emmanuel back to the JTF office
debriefing room, Emmanuel sat down confused.
Chike was watching from the one-way
bulletproof glass that demarcated the room
from the debriefing room. He sat down trying to
de-mystify the Alhaji Hassim man, alot of
questions were running through Chike’s mind
and the only person that could answer the
question as Alhaji Hassim himself.
His phone started ringing, the caller was Col.
Weyinmi
“Hello sir” Chike answered
“So, do you have Alhaji Hassim in your custody
now?” Colonel asked
“Yes sir, however, the suspect is a young
polished man” Chike replied
“Have you questioned him?” Colonel asked
“I’m about to, but from the looks of things I
don’t think he’s the one we’re looking for”
Chike added.
“Looks can be deceptive, Chike ” The Colonel
said.
“I will speak with you soon, please go ahead and
question him and if possible get a confession
out of him”, Colonel Weyinmi ended.
Chike dropped the call and took the Alhaji Hassim
case file into the debriefing room. As soon as
Chike entered into the room, Emmanuel became
anxious.
Chike dropped the gigantic folder on the table,
Emmanuel looked at the folder and back at
Chike’s face. Chike who at this point continued
to look through the folder, which contained as
more pictures as papers.
Emmanuel couldn’t understand what the silent
treatment was about. Finally Chike closed the
folder and looked at Emmanuel and spoke, “What
amazes me is how you’ve managed to stay
under the radar this whole time, I mean more
than 20 years.” Chike said.
“Stay under the radar for what?” Emmanuel
asked.
“I am a law abiding citizen, I don’t understand
what you’re talking about. I file in my taxes as i
should. I haven’t done anything illegal all my
life”, Emmanuel continued.
Chike definitely wasn’t buying any of his stories
and he replied “I’m not expecting you to cave in
immediately”.
Chike pulled out pictures of Karim & Mohammed
and pushed them to Emmanuel.
“These men worked with you for a long time and
died mysteriously a couple of days ago” Chike
said.
Emmanuel picked up the pictures and dropped
them after a few seconds and replied.
“I have never seen these guys in my entire life”
Emmanuel confessed.
“Okay, let me give you a background on
yourself, I love your convenient Amnesia but
with what you’ll be tried for. It’s better you
start confessing right now” Chike said
“Mr. Chike, I’m not the one you’re looking
for….Take a second look at me” Emmanuel said.
“Looks can be deceptive, my boss just told me”
Chike said.
“You and your dubious organization are
responsible for over 60% of the Oil bunkery that
goes down in Nigeria. This is a FG approved and
sponsored operation. The lowest prison
sentence you’ll get is life in prison and
everything you have will be taken from you. You
will be publicly humiliated, so for the sake of the
your kids and wife, just confess” He continued.
Sweat was gathering around Emmanuel’s
forehead despite the chilly condition of the
room. Emmanuel felt the weight of the whole
world on his shoulder.
The images of his family flashed infront of his
eyes, his daughters, his wife become public
hate spectacle, his friends and family’s rejection.
He couldn’t hold it anymore, he spoke
“Chike, I know you’re bent on solving this case,
but can you look more closely at your
investigation, I am surely not the person you’re
looking for” Emmanuel said.
“So, why are you living in that house? That
house is Alhaji Hassim’s house!!!!” Chike
screamed hard at Emmanuel.
“The house is a lease, its not mine. I leased it
from someone” Emmanuel lashed back
“What?? You better not be lying to me”,
Chike said.
“We just moved back into the country about two
years ago and we were scouting for houses. My
wife and I looked at all sorts of places. We
visited the house just beside where we are living
now and we really liked the house.
Someone came out of the house we currently
live in now, the gateman actually.” Emmanuel
explained
“Hold on” Chike interrupted him. “You met the
gateman inside the house??” Chike asked.
“Yes, he was the agent for the house, he gave
us the phone number for the landlord, we spoke
with the landlord, we negotiated and it was really
low, all we had to pay was 3.5 million per year
for a house at Bourdillon.
The deal scared us, we investigated, we covered
all our basics, the owner of the house lived in
the states, we spoke and exchanged emails and
finished the transaction however there was one
single condition to the deal”, Emmanuel
explained.
“Go on, what was the condition?” Chike asked.
“We have to keep the gateman” Emmanuel said.
“It wasn’t a big deal moreover we didn’t have to
go out to find a gateman”
Emmanuel continued.
“I noticed his room had A.C, strange isn’t it?
Also he was wearing a limited edition Rolex
wristwatch which I assumed you gave him,
right?” Chike asked
“I never gave him that wristwatch, I don’t know
how he got it, might be from the owner of the
house. Even the A.C he had it before we got
there.” Emmanuel said.
Chike got up, stormed out of the room and went
straight into Femi’s office. “I think we’ve been
barking up the wrong tree. Remember the
gateman of the house?”
“Yes,what has he got to do with this?” Femi
replied.
“Notice he was wearing a very expensive Rolex
wrist watch?” Chike asked.
“Emmanuel must have given it to him, right?”
Femi asked.
“He just said he didn’t and from what I saw, that
wristwatch is at least N5 million. We move out
back to that house in 5 minutes pick a team of 3
more men…” Chike continued.
“Chike, where did you get the Bourdillon address
we went to today?” Femi asked.
“Colonel sent it to me” Chike replied
“Are we sure this isn’t a witch-hunt?” Femi
asked
With that he ran out of Femi’s office without
answering Femi’s last question, hoping they
would still catch the gateman in the house.

Fatalveli:
I will say u say so! *winks* .... Even if ur hubby shud see me ehn, na him go give u to u to me patapata

hmmmm. na so you be? I'm gonna make sure you don't get her bro. I go use my blues spoil your Fuji

*crying* He has taken my meat o. Hameenat you see what you've caused? I been tell u about these guys o. they're all bullies.