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Spenky slowly walked round the school compound, being careful in every move. He spent some minutes looking every corner of the school, nothing, no sound was heard. He hurried toward the fence, going back to meet Abigail, then stopped and turned. He listened carefully to the sound that came to his ears. He heard voices, coming from a far end. He took few steps forward, trying to locate the direction, turning round at the same spot. It was from the back of the school compound.
Spenky hurried through the football field of the school and headed toward the fence, and this time, the voice came a little louder. He looked around and saw a desk by the side of the school building. He ran toward it and carried the desk. He placed it beside the fence, then climbed on it, staring at a dark street with uncompleted buildings. He pulled his gaze around the place as the voice came to his ear once again, it was louder and he could recognized it. "James." He breathed out words.
He held the fence, jumped down into the street, stared around to know the exact direction, then walked slowly through the darkest side of the street. The light of the moon was bright enough for him to see. He stopped and went down as he noticed about seven men standing in a circle not faraway from him. He widened his eyes in disbelief to what he saw. James was on his kneels in the middle of those men. "Sh*t."
What was he going to do? He thought. He was not having a gun with him. They're going to kill James. He needed to make a call. He brought out his phone to call the police, but he knew it would be useless, James would be dead even before they arrived.


Osagie inhaled his big wrapped of weed. He watched as James was being tied with a rope. His arms were tied behind him, they didn't only tied his hands, his two legs were also tied.
"You son of a bitch." James struggled.
One of them emerged with a small gallon of fuel and poured it all over James while another guy held out a pack of matches.
"Let me have it." Osagie collected the matches, and stared at James, walking round him.
"You won't escape this," James struggled, his voice rang like a crack of doom.
"You think so," Osagie smiled wickedly.
"You'll pay for this."
"Your words don't scare me," Osagie said with confidence.
"You don't know who I am."
"Who you are doesn't matter now," Osagie went down and met his eyes "As long as the gold is concerned."
Spenky felt so worried where he was hiding. It would be a foolish decision to face them. He held his phone to his ear and felt shocked as he felt a cold mental at the back of his neck.
"Get up," the voice was deep and harsh.
Spenky slowly got to his full. "Don't shoot." He pleaded.
The black hat man, with a long black suit, pushed Spenky forward. "Move."
Spenky felt like turning to see the face of the one behind him, but he resisted the temptation, at least, if even he was going to die, he could still buy a little time by keeping his cool.
The man held him and pushed him to the ground in front of Osagie. "I found him hiding in a corner. I think his one of them." He said.
Osagie stared at Spenky and back to the man. "What about the lady? I told Danny to keep eyes on her. Make sure she dosen't escape."
"Yes, boss." The man turned and stated walking out of there.
James met Spenky's gaze with annoyance. "What are you doing here?"
"I was looking for you."
"Damn it, I told you to stay with her."
Osagie stared at Spenky with a dark smile and back to his men. "They will face the same fate. Tie him up."
Four of them held Spenky quickly and tied his arms and legs together. Within seconds, he was socked with fuel.
"Leave him alone." James protested.
"I wish I could." Osagie said and inhaled his weed, deeply.
"You think you have won," James struggled. "But you haven't."
Osagie went down and met his eyes. "Do you care to know how much this gold would bring to me?"
"To hell with you."
He pulled himself up. "As you wish."
"You will regret this."
"Unless I miss my target." He smiled wickedly. "I am Osagie, I'm too clever to miss a target."
"Fu*k you."
Osagie strikes a stick of match. "Burn in hell."
The man in a long black suit and a black hat, was running towards them. "Police, police."
Osagie jerked is gaze toward the man in disbelief, how come? He saw numbers of policemen advancing towards them. He stared at James and threw the fire on him. Before he could pick his bag, bullets were flying in the air. Osagie's men fired back, escaping, but three of them were shot dead immediately.
"Go, get out of here." Osagie picked his bag, running for escape, and the policemen chased after him.
James legs were on fire, spreading towards his body. "Help!"
Spenky struggled, trying to set his arms free. "Put off the fire." He yelled at the policemen.
Two police patrol pickups pulled into the street, light blazing. Abigail got down from the police vehicle along with Sarah, an inspector police officer, with a fire extinguisher, running toward James.
"Get them all, dead or alive," Sarah ordered his men, while the policemen scattered into the darkness with their firearms.
"Hurry!" The fire had spread to James body, moving to his face.
Sarah rushed to Spenky while Abigail sprayed the fire extinguisher on James as he rolled on the ground. In few seconds, she put out the fire, smoke coming out of James burnt suit. She tried to untied him, but his body was too hot to hold, his arms were burnt. Spenky hurried there, not minding the hotness, he untied James and pulled him to his feet, dirt all over his face.
Some policemen emerged from the darkness, dragging out Osagie, his hands were handcuffed behind him and they pushed him to the ground.
James stared at him and back to the policemen, then raised his voice. "Where is the bag? My gold, go get the bag."
Spenky followed some of the policemen back into the darkness, in search of the bag.
James stared at Osagie, his eyes filled with nothing but revenge. "You son of a bitch." He kicked him hard in the head, and continued kicking him while two policemen held him quickly and pulled him back. Some other policemen held Osagie and dragged him into their vehicle.
"Let me kill the bastard." James yelled.
"We've got the bag." Spenky returned with the policemen.
James quickly collected the bag from Spenky. He opened it, and brought out the gold, holding it up with a smile. "My gold.."
Abigail widened her eyes toward the sparkling artifact as it brightened the environment. She was seeing it for the first. "Wow.."



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A black Lexus jeep pulled to a stop behind Abigail's car and the four doors were opened. James and three of his men hurried out of the vehicle, walked to Abigail's car and stared inside, but she wasn't there. James brought out his phone and pushed in Abigail's number.

Osagie's stared at Abigail thoughtfully with his eyes fixed on her. If she had the mind of tracing him down there, then she must be a police or some police's spy. But why would the police be after him? For many years in his business, he had left no traces. He studied her carefully, she must have traced him right from Alade market. He widened his eyes to the realization, the gold, it must be the gold. But he needed to be sure. "What do you want?"

Abigail shivered in fear with her eyes fixed on Osagie. She could see the burning fire in his eyes. "I..don't..know what you talking about." She stammered.

"Why are you after me?" Osagie's voice sounded coldly.

"I'm not after you."

Osagie brought his gun low to her neck. "I say who are you? What do you want?"

Abigail opened her mouth to speak, then slowly pulled her gaze toward her ringing phone. She let the phone remained in her arm without staring at it. She knew her caller was nobody but James, but there was no way she was going to answer the call. She thought of what to do, eyes fixed on him, looking for an opportunity to strike.

Osagie directed his gaze toward Abigail's ringing phone and collected it from her. He glanced at the caller's name, and slowly met Abigail's gaze, then pressed the green bottom and held the phone to his ear.

"Hey, Where exactly are you?" James said from the other end. "Can you hear me? Tell me where you are before the bastard made away with my gold."

Osagie brought the phone down from his ear, ended the call, turned it off and put it in his pocket. Not this time, No one can take the gold away from him. He was ready to sacrifice all to keep the gold. He smiled, but a wicked one.

From the bright side of the street, Abigail stared at James and his bodyguards hurried down the street, but they couldn't see her in the dark corner that she was, and the people at the backyard seemed not to care about what was happening there. What would happened if she screamed? What if this guy blows off her head without mercy? What she saw in his eyes showed he could do it to escape with the gold, and she was right, Osagie was only thinking about the risk of a gun shot, the attention it might bring.

Osagie smashed a closed fist into Abigail's jaw like a bullet, snapping her back and knocking her mind clear. She floated at the edge of consciousness for few seconds.

Abigail screamed, loud enough to draw attentions and held her face in pain. She raised up her head toward the sounds of footsteps to see James and his men running toward her. Osagie was no longer in front of her, she turned back quickly and stared straight forward to see Osagie entering a dark corner.

"Are you alright?" James got to her side.

"I'm okay," she pointed her hand forward. "Go after him, he has passed through that way. Be careful, he has a gun."

James turned to Spenky. "You stay with her." He said, and hurried toward the place where Abigail had pointed with two of his men.

Osagie got to the back of the street. He stared back to see three men running toward him. He held his bag tight, running through the street.

"Get him!" James screamed as Osagie claimed a fence of a school into the compound, and they claimed after him.

Osagie was far ahead of them. He ran to the end of the school compound and took another fence, then jumped down into a quiet street where there were few uncompleted buildings. James and his men followed up, chasing him through the dark.

Osagie ran to the end of the street then stopped, keeping his back at them and stare back over his shoulder. James and his bodyguards ran toward him, but the fact that Osagie remained where he was, made James to think twice. He ordered his men to stop in about ten feet away from him. What is he up to? James held out his gun, pointed it forward and walked slowly toward him. "Give back the gold or you're dead."

Osagie kept his back at him, then stared at the darkest side of the street, he had put his guys on alert before confronting Abigail, just in case. About six men came out one after the other from different angle, with a guns in their arms, and they surrounded James and his men.

James widened his eyes in disbelief, about six guns or more were directed at them. "Sh**t."

Four of Osagie's men held James bodyguards from behind, pushed them to the ground and sprayed them with bullets. James widened his eyes in fear, his two hands were shaking. One them held him and put a gun to his head.

"Stop." Osagie ordered, and stared at James with a wicked smile, then brought out a wrap of weed from his pocket. He held it to his lips, light it and inhaled deeply. He walked toward James, and blew the smoke on his face. "You fool."

James cast him a deadly look. "You bastard.."

With annoyance, Osagie brought up his hand and gave James a heavy slap across his face. "Shhh! You don't talk when I talks." He put his hand on his shoulder and pushed him to his kneels. "This-is-my-territory."

James eyes were like coals of fire, but there was nothing he could do. If only he could make a call, but that would be impossible. If he had knew the guy was that dangerous, he would have prepared. Now it was too late, he had fallen into his trap.


Spenky held a torchlight as him and Abigail ran through the street, trying to locate James. They hurried from one street to the other with no traces of them. "This way." Spenky said.

'Wait," Abigail stopped. "Try James number again before we go the wrong way."

Spenky brought his phone up, dialed the same number he had dialed more than five times earlier. He held it to his ear and waited a few seconds. "No answer, let's get out of here."

"They must have gone far."

"Let's find them."

They hurried through a small part, and came out at the front of a school, beside it was a Catholic church and many locked stores on both side of the street. "Wrong way." Spenky said.

"Give me your phone," Abigail met his eyes.

"What do you want to do? Call James?"

"No, someone else."

"Who?"

Abigail stopped and stared at him. "Are you giving me the phone or not?"

"Why not." He gave her the phone.

Abigail typed in a number and held the phone to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Sarah, it's Abigail."

"Abigail? Are.."

"I need you here right away," she said into phone. "I'm around Ojota, along.." she stared at a signboard at the front of a store. "Olude street, at the front of community primary school. I will wait for you at the junction."

"What happened?"

"There is no time to explain, please hurry."

Few seconds of silence went by from the other end. "Okay, I will be there. Make sure you stay save 'cause that place you are is a dangerous zone at this time of the night."

"Hurry, please." Abigail ended the call and returned the phone back to Spenky.

"Who was that?" Spenky asked as they hurried forward.

"A friend."

Spenky stopped and met her gaze. "You think James would like someone else involved in this?"

"I'm not doing it for James, but for my safety." She continued walking forward. "Don't you think something is wrong? Why would James not pick his call, and we've been trying to locate them for the past fifty minutes without success."

"James is not an easy man to break."

Abigail glanced at him. "Even the great Samson was brought down by a woman."

Spenky stared at her silently as he hurried forward. He knew something was wrong, but he just doesn't want to admit it. He stopped as his torchlight picked something on the ground beside the school fence.

"What's that?" Abigail asked.

"It looks like a wallet." He picked it up. "It's James wallet."

Abigail looked at it "They may be somewhere around here."

Spenky scanned the length of the fence with his torchlight and deep his phone in his pocket. "Wait right here."

"Where are you going?"

"To check if they're in there." He jumped up and held the fence. 

Abigail stared at the fence, it was too tall for her to climb. "Don't leave me here."

"Stay right there, I'll get back to you." He said and jumped into the school compound.

Abegail turned and walked back through the part they came from to go wait for Sarah. She was so scared, pulling her eyes in every direction. A sound came from behind, she turned back in fear and saw no one. Maybe it was the wind moving things around, she thought. And started running as her foot would allow.

Osagie carried his bag from the ground, brought out the gold and stared at it with a smile. "Do you think, I would play nice for a gold worth millions of dollars?" He pulled his eyes to James. "This is a challenge, and who wins take the gold."

James stared at him. "Go to hell."

"No, you go to hell." Osagie stared at his men. "Kill him."

Without delay, they fired their guns heavily all over James, but it was just a waist of efforts. All eyes widened, even James couldn't believed it as he remained on his feet.

"Boss, him get juju for body." One of them said.

Osagie laughed and slowly clapped his hands. "Nice one, I'm impressed."

James was more than surprised. He never for once believed in juju, but now he knows it works. All the rituals that was performed on him as a crowned prince, had finally paid off.

One of them stared at Osagie. "Baba, watin make we do am?"

"Set him ablaze."

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Chapter Twenty Three

Debbi street was filled with knot of cars parked on the both side, music blasting from different angle, and young boys and girls settled in every corner of the street, with either a bottle of beer, a cigarette or weed.

Osagie, a very successful fraudster, rest his body against his car waiting patiently for the one had appointment with. He lifted a bottle of beer to his lips, swallowed a few content, then with the other hand he took a deep drag from his weed and aimed the smoke upward.

A young guy in a blue crazy jean and a black t-shirt approached him. "Boss," he lifted up his two hands as a sign of respect. "I hail you, baba."

Osagie took another drag from his burning weed and met his eyes. "Danny."

"Your boy dey loyal, baba."

"Where is Jango?" Osagie lifted his bottle to his lips.

"Him dey hustle, baba."

Osagie placed his bottle of beer on top of his car, deep his hand in his black jean pocket and brought out some money. "Take this, help me get some weed from Jango."

"Yes boss," Danny collected the money from him and left.

A white car rolled to a stop at the front of Osagie as he took a slow drag from his weed. The glass of the back window came down slowly to review a white man, and Osagie approached him. "Mr Colbert.."

"What's it you wanna show me?" Colbert asked.

Osagie turned and opened the door of his car and brought out a small bag, then entered into Colbert's car with his bottle of beer while the driver drove forward and parked behind a knot of cars.

Osagie brought out the gold from his bag and watched Colbert's eyebrows rise.

"Wow, just when I thought you couldn't surprise me anymore." Colbert studied the gold carefully. "Where the hell you got this from?"

Osagie lifted his bottle of beer to his lips. "I bought it."

"This isn't an ordinary gold, you know." Colbert glared at him. "This is an artifact of some black magic."

"I know what it is."

Colbert nodded. "Name your price."

Osagie glanced at the artifact with a smile. He knows the worth, and he was not ready to settle for less. "Twenty million dollars."

Colbert narrowed his eyes toward the artifact. He thought Osagie would demand more than he had mentioned. "It worth the price."

Osagie smile widened. Finally, he would become a billionaire. "When are you ready to pay for it."

"Send me your account details," Colbert said. "And see me in my office tomorrow at noon."

"Alright." Osagie collected it from him and put it back into his bag. "See you tomorrow." He opened the door and got down from the car while he watch it drove away.

He lifted his bottle of beer to his lips, swallowed a few content and walked back to his car. He light his weed and inhaled deeply with the feelings of a billionaire, and aimed the smoke forward.

"Boss," Danny walked back to him. "Here is it, baba."

Osagie collected about five wraps of weed from him, put in his breast pocket, then offered Danny some cash.

"Baba you too much," Danny said happily and walked away.

Osagie swallowed the last content of his beer and dropped the bottle on the ground, then got into his car and drove out of the street.

He checked his wristwatch, it was a minute pass six pm. He needed to go change some few dollars he had just received from his client before going to a night club with his guys. He pulled his car to a stop at front of Alade market and got down.

Alhaji Musa saw him coming and he quickly approached him. "Oga, I wan change dollar?"

Osagie met his gaze. "I want to change five hundred dollars."

"Come make I go my office," Musa said while Osagie followed.

"Dollar I be 315," Musa said as they got to his office.

"Alhaji, why your own be 315, when others dey change for 345?"

"Haba, megida na. Dollar I don come down, walahi."

"Your wayo too much alhaji." Osagie opened his wallet, counted out five hundred dollars and gave it to him. "Oya make it fast."

"Make I call am for my boy," Musa said and got to his feet. "My boy I go bring am the money."

"You better don't waist my time," Osagie checked his watch. "I have somewhere to go."

Alhaji Musa walked out of his office, went to a corner and held his cellphone to his ear. "Alo? Madam that man I don come, I dey my office."

"Good job," Abigail said from the other end. "I will be there in ten minutes."

"Make I come shap, shap the man I go comot. Alo? Alo?" Musa stared at the screen of his phone. "Kei, I don cut am."

Musa walked back into his office and stared at Osagie. "My boy I dey come." He said with a bright smile. "I want am minira?"

"I'm not here for mineral," Osagie glanced at his watch again. "Please make it fast and let me get out of here, it's getting dark."

"Make I no vex, oga. My boy I go come."

Few minutes later, Osagie checked his wristwatch again, it 6:36pm. "I don't think I can wait for this your boy, how long will it take him to bring the money."

"Make I no vex," Alhaji pulled himself up. "Me I go check am for my boy." He walked out of the office.

Osagie waited about a minute more and pulled himself up. He walked out of the office and met someone else. Within minutes he had changed his money and walked out of the office.

Musa saw him walking toward his car and hurried after him. "Oga I dey go?"

Osagie turned to face him. "I told you I don't have enough time. I've already changed the money."

"Haba oga, that one I no good, walahi."

"Next time." Osagie turned and walked to his car, opened the door and got inside.

Musa looked at the busy road. "Why this woman I neba come." He stared at Osagie as he was driving out of the place. He brought his phone from his pocket to make a call, then he saw Abigail's car pulling to a stop. He hurried toward her.

"Alhaji," Abigail said as she got out of her car.

"You I don tey, walahi" Musa said. "The man I don go." He pointed his hand toward Osagie's car as he was driving away.

Without a word, Abigail rushed back into her car and chased after him. She pushed in James number with one hand and held the phone to her ear. "Hello?"

"Yes." James said from the other end.

"I want you here, I've seen the man who bought the gold."

"Where are you?"

"I'm in my car, along Oregun road, I will call you back as soon as he gets to his destination."

"I will join you right away."

Abigail ended the call and increased the speed of her car, giving Osagie a few distance so that he wouldn't suspect her.

Osagie sang along with the music playing out from his car stereo. He stared through his side mirror and noticed the same car that had been following him, but he was not sure if the car was heading the same way with him or after him. He decided to find out by rolling his car to a stop at the side of the road. He stared through his side mirror again and found out the car had also stopped in a few distance from him. He narrowed his eyes in disbelief and drove his car forward, increasing his speed.

He diverted into a street and stopped, parking his car at the side of the street. He came out of it and noticed the same car parking in a few blocks away. He pretended as if he knew nothing that was happening, picked his bag from the back seat and walked through a small part at the side of a storey building.

Abigail held her cellphone to her ear and made a call to James. She ended the call and got out of her car, walking toward the building where Osagie had entered. It was dark but the street's light were on.

She discovered two locked shops at the front of the building and walked through the side off the building. She got to the back to see groups of boys and girls smoking and drinking. A snooker bord sited at the center of the yard.

No one in there seemed to notice Abigail's presence as she stood in a dark corner, staring round the place. Osagie was not there and she doesn't want to remain there either. She just need to wait for James in her car and keep eyes on the guy's car.

She turned to leave and stopped in a dull shook. Right in front of her, a man stared at her with cold eyes.

"What do you want from me?" Osagie held a gun to her forehand.

Abigail shivered....


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THE BURNING CITY

A Story Of Harry Enomamien


F*L*A*S*H

          

Tuesday  March14, 12:33am, Jos.

"Attack!!!" A tall dark skin man screams as the Muslims invades the Christians community. Killing men and women, young and old without mercy.

A fight breaks between the two religions, leaving dead bodies around the city.

"Allahu akba!!" A young muslim brother says in a loud voice, beheading a little girl not more than three years in front of him.

"Bring them out!"

They drags a man out of his house with his wife, along with four children. "Please don't kill us, pleassse!"  Without mercy, the Muslims set them of fire.

"Kill them all!!"

"No please don't...." A cutlass separates her body before she could finishes her words.

"Burn down their houses!"

The Muslims takes over the community, burning houses, and killing Christians.

*******

March 14, 7:19am, Jos.

The Christians gathers in a lager number at the front of Daniel's apartment. "We must attack them now." One of them says in annoyance.

"We don't just attack." Daniel says. "We need a plan." He slides his gaze to a young man standing beside him. "We need to plan it very well, if not, we will fall into their traps."

"We will do to them what they did to us." An old man raises his voice with so much anger. "Let's attack them at night."

"Let's attack them now," a woman's voice sounds aloud from the back. "Before they come after us."

"Yes we must get to them," a young man says. "Before they get to us."

Daniel stares at them for few seconds. "They are not fools," he says. "They know we are coming after them, if we are not careful, we will fall into their traps."


Coming soon!

[quote author=24hoursreporter post=68006568][/quote] Mr man, don't you understand English? Must you quote a full Chapter? I thought I warned you the last time. Enough of this please.

Nice one. I'd say I love the rhymes

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The three nurses surrounded Bode immediately and a doctor hurried in with a serious look over his face and joined the nurses, doing their best to keep Bode alive.

Abigail paced the hospital room silently, praying to God in her mind to save the poor guy. It wasn't his fault he bought the gold and James shouldn't treat him as a criminal. Sadness was written all over her face. She closed her eyes and shook her head in pity, then pulled her gaze toward the doorway.

James walked in with Spenky behind him. His cold eyes were fixed on Bode. "What is going on here?"

Doctor Mike took off his hand gloves and walked toward James. "He almost give up, but he's fine now."

James grabbed doctor Mike's shirt with annoyance and drew him close. "If he dies, I'm going to make sure you pay for my gold."

Anger bubbled in Mike. He took James hands off him and met his gaze. "How dare you? Who do you think you are?"

"I'm prince James, the Alale of Egba land." He leaned his head forward.

"And so what?"

"If you dare me, I'm going to make sure you don't exist again."

Doctor Mike stared at him with all hatred in his heart. He knows his type. He shook his head and walked away while the three nurses followed.

James took a step forward while Spenky stood at the door way. He stared at Abigail who leaned her back against the wall with her gaze fixed on the floor. "How come he's your manager?" James asked.

Abigail waited one or two breath before she reply. "He works for me."

James pulled his gaze toward Bode who was breathing on oxygen. "My gold is with him."

"Only yesterday I came to know about it." She glanced at him.

"I won't let him die, not until I get gold back." James said. "I sent my men to search his apartment but the gold wasn't there. He must have hide it somewhere."

Abigail stared at him for some seconds. "He had sold it."

James met her eyes. "He told you so? Who bought it from him?"

"He sold it to a complete stranger, a man he met on the street."

He took a step toward Abigail. "You must be joking."

"He sold it for five hundred thousand, and he was played without getting a dime."

James pulled his face toward Bode in anger and back to Abigail. "If what you're telling me is true, I will make sure he doesn't make it out of here."

"That's not going to give your gold back," Abigail took a step forward. "Go ahead, kill him. But at the end, you're still not going to get the gold."

James silently stared straight in her eyes with annoyance while Abigail walked out of the room.


Some minutes later, Abigail pulled her car to a stop at the front of Alade market and got out of it. She approached a man standing beside the gate of the market whom she suspected to be an Hausa man.

"Good afternoon." She greeted.

"Afternoon madam, you wan change dollar, pounds or euro?"

"No, I'm looking for Alhaji Musa."

"Alhaji Musa?"  The man stared at a group of men and pointed toward a man in white dashiki. "Na him be that."

"Thank you."

Abigail walked to the man and stood in front of him. "Good day sir."

"Costoma," Musa said with a smile. "I wan change am dollar?"

"Not really, I just want to ask you some few questions," she said. "Can we go to your office."

"Ba wahala," Musa said and took her into his office.

Abigail sat down and met his gaze. "A man brought a gold here to sell few days ago, he said he met you first. Do you remember?"

Alhaji Musa stared at her thoughtfully. "Me I no remember, wahahi. Me I neba buy am for gold I don tey."

"I didn't say you bought it. He wanted to sell to you but he end up selling it to another man."

"Ha..me I see am for man," Musa said. "That man I no good walahi. I come for me and sell am the gold for another person."

"I'm looking for person he sold it to."

"The man I thief the gold?"

"No. The person that bought it played him. I mean he did not pay."

"I no sell am for the man?"

"Not that. He..." Abigail paused, looking for the right words. "He sold it, but the man is a 419. He carried the gold away without paying for it."

Alhaji widened his eyes in disbelief. "The man I be 419? I no pay for the gold?"

Abigail shook her head. "He played him."

"Kai, that man I be barawo."

Abigail leaned forward in her chair. "Do you know him?"

"Me I neba know am, walahi." Musa said. "Ama, I dey come here to change am for dollar."

Abigail nodded. "When do he normally comes here?"

"I neba know, walahi. Ama, I dey come here to change am dollar ebeli week."

"I want to do business with you," she said.

Musa smiled. "Haba, bisnes I good, walahi."

"I will pay you two hundred thousand to get me informed wherever the man comes here."

"Ba problem, give am for me ya noba, me I go tell am for you weneba I come here, walahi."

They exchanged phone numbers and Abigail offered him a sum of fifty thousand naira as a deposit.


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Chapter Twenty Two



The thunder rumbled at the dark sky as Abigail pulled her car to a stop at the front of Andrew's apartment. She was there for the first time, giving him a surprised visit on a Saturday morning.  She got down from the car and made her way toward the front door, knocking.

The door was opened by a very pretty woman with a smooth black skin, and Abigail expression fell on seeing her. Who was she and what was she doing in Andrew's apartment?

"Good morning," the woman greeted with a smile.

"Go...good morning, I...is Andrew home?" Abigail asked.

"Yes," she left the door and let her in.

"Thank you."

"Have a seat," the woman said and walked out of the sitting room to inform Andrew.

Abigail settled down in the chair wondering who she was. Andrew told her he wasn't married. She let out a soft breath and glanced round the richly furnished sitting room before letting her eyes rest on the TV that was broadcasting a live program.

Andrew emerged from the staircase with a perfect smile. "Abigail? How'd I get so lucky."

She met his gaze. "Lucky?"

"To have you here in my apartment," he smiled. "It's a blessing."

She smiled. "Who is that woman?"

Andrew paused halfway into the chair and laughed. "Angela. She's my elder sister. She just returned from Texas two days ago for a visit."

Abigail let out a soft breath and met his gaze. "I thought she's your wife.."

"Oh," he laughed. "Let me introduce her to you."

"Never mind," she said.

"Do you care for a drink?"

"Hmm...soft drink."

Andrew smiled and walked toward the refrigerator. He pulled out a can of malt, then a glass cup and returned to her. He poured the drink into the glass cup and handed it to Abigail.

"Thanks." She took a sip and placed it on the small table beside her and met his gaze. "You won't believe my manager he's Jessica's cousin."

"You don't mean it." Andrew leaned forward. "How did you know about it?"

"It was him that told me," Abigail lifted her glass and took another sip. "He was trying to run away from James."

"Why?"

"He had sold his gold."

"Are are serious? Didn't Jessica said it was stolen?" Andrew leaned forward.

"It was stolen by her sister who only admired the beauty of the artifact, not knowing the worth, and she sold it to my manager."

"How did James get know about it?"

"That's what I can't say." She took another sip from her glass. "You James, don't you?"

He let a breath and stared at her. "Who did he sold the gold to?"

"A stranger whom he claimed he met at Alade market, and the funny thing was that the buyer played him."

"How?"

"The buyer played him by sending a fake bank alert of five hundred thousand to his phone." She shook her head.

Andrew let out an explosive breath. "This is serious. Are you sure he was saying the truth?"

"He showed me the alert he received on his phone, and this morning I went to the bank to confirmed it."

Andrew stared at her for few seconds. "I would advice you to keep him out of your organization. I wouldn't want James after you anymore."

"He was in my office with a resignation letter, but I rejected it." She met his gaze. "The guy is important."

"What do you want to do about him?"

"I'm trying to see if I can talk James out of it."

Andrew signed. "And you think James would listen to that? Just let him go. I don't want anything to connect you and James anymore, you know who he is."

She shook her head. "James is going to kill that poor boy."

"There's little you can do about it. How would you locate the buyer? I don't want you to get involved in this, Abigail. You've been through a lot and it's the right you sidestep from anything that screamed James."

Abigail lifted her glass and took a sip. She placed it on the table then, picked her ringing phone from her handbag. "Hello?"

"Madam, The taxi man that usually come to pick Bode from work just told me Bode got hit by a car last night when he was running away from some men." Abigail's casher said from the other end.

"What? Got hit my a car, did he survived it?"

"The man said he was rushed to St Moses hospital, close to his apartment."

"Oh my God.." She ended the call and pulled out a long hard breath.

"What is it?" Andrew leaned forward.

"Bode. They've got him. He was knocked down by a car when trying to escape. He's at the hospital." She picked her bag from the chair. "I got to go."

"Where are you going?"

"To the hospital." She hurried toward the front door.

"Wait," he said. "I'll go with you."

"I can't wait, I will see you later." She walked out and closed the door behind her.

In less than thirty minutes, Abigail pulled her car to a stop at the front of the hospital and hurried out of it. A police patrol pickup was parked at the premises with four police men around it, all staring at Abigail as she made her way toward the entrance of the hospital.

She stopped and stared at Spenky who was coming out of the hospital.

Spenky met her gaze. "Hi, good to see you again."

"Where is James, and what have you guys done to my manager?"

"Your manager?"

"Yes, the one that got hit by a car last night."

Spenky felt surprised. "You knows him?

"You heard me."

"Oh, I..."

Abigail just turned and hurried into the hospital and approached a nurse at the front desk. "I want to see the accident victim that was brought here last night."

The nurse met her gaze. "I'm sorry you can't see him."

Abigail frowned. "Why can't I see him?"

"It was an order given to us."

"An order? By who?"

"You can approach the policemen outside," the nurse said. "They're the ones watching over him."

Eyes narrowed. "You can't be serious?" She turned and hurried out of the hospital.

She met Spenky who was about to enter his car. "Excuse me."

Spenky turned and met her eyes, one hand on top of his car. "Yes."

Abigail stopped in a few feet away from him. "Why can't I see him?"

"Who?"

"My manager."

"It wasn't my order," Spenky said.

"I don't care whose order it is," she said in annoyance. "I need to see him, now."

Spenky stared at her for some seconds. "I'm sorry I can't do that. Maybe you should talk to James."

She took her phone and dialed James number, and James picked on the first ring. "James?"

"Yes."

She let out a soft breath to calm her anger. "That guy you admitted at the hospital is someone close to me. He's the one handling my business. I would appreciate if I could have a few words with him."

Silence fell at the other end.

"James?"

"Where are you?"

"I'm a the hospital, being denied an access to see him."

"Okay, I will get back to you in a minute."

Abigail ended the call and stared at Spenky who picked his ringing phone and held it to his ear.

"Yes, sir." Spenky said into the phone. He ended his call and met Abigail's gaze. "Come with me."

Bode was in bed, eyes closed, bandage all around his head and a heart heart monitor beeps above his head. Abigail stared at him in pity and sat at the edge bed.

Bode blinked his eyes opened at the sound. "Ma..ma.."

"It's okay." Tears welled up in her eyes. "You will be alright."

"Wa..ter," he managed to speak.

Abigail spotted a bottle of water on the table beside the bed. She picked it up and poured a few content in a glass cup, then put her hand under his neck and brought the cup gently to his lips. He took a small sip and she placed the cup back on the table.

"How can we trace the buyer?" She asked.

"I..I..don't.. Know."

"What about the Hausa man you met before the buyer, can you recognize him?"

"He..his name..is Alhaji.. Musa." He coughed, and his eyes were changing colours.

"Don't say anything," Abigail said. "Just relax, okay?"

The heart monitor began to behaved abnormal and Bode began to stretched his body, about to give up.

"Nurse!" Abigail screamed. "Somebody help!"

About three nurses, rushed in...

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Chapter Twenty one





Abigail nodded her head to the music playing out of her car stereo as she got hooked in a morning traffic. She was heading to her business place for the first time in many days. She had left her business with her manager whom Juliet had introduced to her, and the guy had performed more than she had expected.

For the first time in many years, she felt her real self, sound and happy. Things were beautiful just the way it used to be back in the days. She smiled, thanking God for restoring back her happiness. God had really been good to her through all her challenges. She smiled to the thought of thanksgiving as she pulled the gear of her car from N to D, driving forward.

She couldn't stop thinking of Andrew since the last time they met. He had been asking her to accept his love, that she was still giving a thought. Could he be the man that would give her the everlasting happiness that she had ever wanted? She hadn't really had the time to know much about him, but the guy had been nice to her since the first day she met him in his office, a very caring man. She smiled with a renewed sense of anticipation. She hadn't felt that way for a very long time.

The parking space of her business place was occupied with cars, and she rolled her car, parking directly at the front  the supermarket.

Abigail stare at a dozen or more customers as she stepped inside. She advanced happily toward the cahier who was busy attending to a customer.

"Aw..good morning madam." The young lady was happy to see her boss.

"Bimpe, how are you?"

"Fine ma."

Abigail smiled. "Hope everything is going on fine?"

"Yes madam, everything is fine."

Abigail nodded. "Where is the manager?"

"He has not been to work since two days, I'm still expecting him if he would come today, but he usually comes early."

Abigail checked her wristwatch and met her gaze."Okay I will call him on phone." She turned and walked away.

She walked around the big supermarket, taking note of everything before walking into her office. Her office was demarcated with transparent glasses that she could see through it. She settled down in her chair, opened a file that was on her table and began to go through it.

A slight knock brought her gaze toward the door, and her manager walked in with a worried look on his face. "Welcome madam."

She stared at him with a frown. "Bode?"

"Madam..." 

"Why have you not been to work?" She queried.

"I'm sorry ma."

"So this is how you've been playing with my business, abi?"

"No madam," he met her gaze. "I was having some issues that took my time."

"What was more important than your job? Now look at the time you're coming to work."

"I'm sorry madam."

Abigail signed and shook her head. "You can go, but always let me know if won't be available at work."

"Thank you madam." He said and remained standing.

Abigail met his gaze. "I say you can go."

"Madam, I...I want to tender my resignation letter."

She narrowed her eyes. "Why?"

"I...have some serious issues I'm battling that I have to relocate."

Abigail pulled out a soft breath, leaned back in her chair and met his gaze. "Are you alright? Why will you want to abandon your job after building this business up to this level?"

Bode turned his eyes toward wall and let it remained there for few seconds. "I don't have a choice. I'm afraid I may go to jail if I don't leave the city."

"Jail? What have you done?"

"I..."

"Sit down."

"Thank you ma," he settled down and met her gaze. "I traveled home few days ago to see my sick father.."

Abigail narrowed her eyes in surprise with her arms crossed over her chest as she silently listened to her manager. She was short of words.

"...they've threatened to arrest me." Bode added.

Abigail let out a long hard breath. How funny her manager got involved in this case. She leaned forward. "You're going to stay."

Bode shook his head. "I can't, madam. I don't want to go to jail."

"I will defend you."

He sighed. "It seems you don't know what I'm talking about, I can't risk it."

Abigail cast him a pitying look and let out a soft breath. She knew how he felt. She had been there and James would make him a scapegoat if they couldn't trace the buyer. She wanted to tell him she knew about the gold, but that would scare him away and she doesn't want that to happen. She met his gaze. "You have to trust me," she told him. "You'll have to do as I say till I find a way to settle this matter. It's not going to be easy but I promise you nothing will befall you."

Bode nodded. "Yes ma."



The rain was pouring heavily by the time Bode left work. His mind was crowded with so much thought as he stared out through the window of a taxi that was taking him home. He had never been scammed in his life, and the way he was played surprised him a lot. What was he going to tell the owner of the gold if they finally traced him? They're going to find him because one of his family will surely lead them to him. Those thought were killing him slowly, and he was filled with bitterness.

The street lights were off, leaving the street in total darkness as the rain and the thunder continued to have their way through the night. The taxi pulled to a stop at the front of his apartment, and he alighted, then hurried toward his front door to get out of the angry rain.

He stopped at once, standing in the rain as he noticed two men knocking on his front door. Who are those people? Fear gripped him as he heard a sound behind him. He turned to see two other men coming out of a car at the other side of the street, coming toward him in a hurry.

Bode widened his eyes in fear, then pulled his eyes back to the ones at his front door, they had noticed him and they were also coming after him. The next thing that came to his mind was to run, and without delay, he took off and the four men chased after him in the heavy rain.

"Get him!" James screamed, breathing heavily behind his men as they chased after Bode.

With all his strength, Bode ran out of the street to the main road. Without his notice, a coming vehicle in a full speed swept him off the ground into air. All Bode could see was darkness as he landed at the center of the road, blood gushing out of his mouth.

"No!" James screamed, falling to his kneels. "My gold.."

The taffic built up immediately, all cars were on stand still, and a few good Nigerians rushed into the rain, running toward Bode.

©Harry Enomamien.. 2018

Godwindanielboy:
How alert go show and no money deposited. Different ways of scamming sha.

Bros, you never hear....

24hoursreporter

Boss, I would appreciate your comment rather than quoting a whole chapter.

Thanks for reading

Chapter Twenty







All sort of noise filled the air as Bode walked through the street that was crowded with market women selling along the street. The earthy smell of vegetables competed with unpleasant smells that would make you think why people eats ponmo. He walked slowly with a small bag hung on his shoulder toward some men standing along the street asking passerby for foreign currency.

Bode counted himself lucky to have purchased the artifact from Kate, knowing she didn't know the worth of what she had sold. He left the village earlier than he had planned just in case Kate changed her mind in selling the gold. What bothered him was if it was a real gold or not, and there he was to confirm it.

"Oga, you get am for dollar?" An Hausa man approached him. "Na me I be Alhaji Musa. Me I go change am for any amount you get."

"No," Bode said. "I just want you to help me check something out."

"No problem," Alhaji took him to a corner.

"This," Bode brought out the artifact from his bag. "How real is it?"

The man grew quite still as he examined the artifact, but out of professionalism, not wariness. He looked with bright eyes of one who recognised greatness. "You I go sell am?"

"Is it a real gold?"

"This one I no be better gold, walahi," the man lied. "But me I go buy am."

Bode felt disappointed as he heard it wasn't a real gold. "How much will you pay for it."

Alhaji looked at it again and met Bode's gaze. "Me I go pay am for twenty five thousand."

"Let me have it," Bose signed. "I can't sell it for that amount, besides I need to confirm it from someone else."

"Haba, aboki na." The man said. "Walahi, walahi this one I no be real gold. I go give am for you thirty thousand, gasikia."

Bode stared at it again. "Make it fifty thousand."

"Oga, me I try, walahi."

Another man who had been watching them from the other side of the street approached them and stared at the artifact. "Wow..this is beautiful, really stunning."

Bode met his gaze with a slight smile. "Yes it is."

"Is it for sale?"

Bode nodded. "Yes."

"Haba," Alhaji said. "Me I don buy am for the thing."

The other man ignored him and stared at Bode. "How much are you willing to sell it?"

"Give me hundred thousand." Bode said.

Alhaji met Bode's gaze with annoyance. "Na me I first buy am. Me I go give am for you hundred thousand."

The other man stared at Bode. "Are you willing to do business with me? I will pay as much as five hundred thousand for this beautiful sculpture."

That's a good amount of money. "Do you have the cash with you?"

"No," he said. "But I can transfer it on my phone into your bank account."

Bode nodded. "Okay, let's do that."

Alhaji wasn't happy with the man. He stared at Bode with more seriousness. "Me I get am for cash."

"Don't worry," Bode said and followed the man to where his car was parked.

In less than three minutes, Bode received an alert of five hundred thousand on his cellphone. He smiled happily and handed the artifact to the man. "Thanks."

The man collected it with a bright smile while Bode watched him drove away.

Bode happily walked along the road, with the thought of how he was going to spend the money. I will pay my rent and add the remaining ones to my business. He smiled and pulled his eyes toward an ATM machine, then he decided to withdrawn some money, at least to enjoy himself in a bar with his friends.

He waited about five minutes on the line before his turn. He brought out his card from his wallet and slotted it into the machine, typed in his password and waited for the processing.
He widened his eyes in disbelief. How come? His account balance showed eighteen thousand naira, which had been there before. what! He quickly brought out his phone from his trouser pocket and checked the message he had received, he could see five hundred thousand been deposited to his bank account. How come it doesn't reflect?

"Bros, give someone else a chance if you're not withdrawing," a guy behind him said with a frown.

"Sorry," Bode stepped aside.

He decided to wait a few more minutes to try again. But would he received an alert if the money wasn't transferred to his account? He was felt so confused as he brought out his ringing phone from his pocket. "Hello?"

"Bode?" His mother's voice came from the other end.

"Mama?"

"Some men are here right now looking for you. Where is the gold you collected from Kate?" Her mother's voice was very harsh.

Bode was shocked. "Some men? But Kate sold the gold to me."

"Pease return the gold immediately, the men threatened to arrest me and your father if you refused to bring back the gold. It was a stolen gold."

"Stolen?" His eyes felt narrowed. "But Kate said she took it from Jessica's apartment na."

"Jessica stole it, if you want to see me and your father alive, please return the gold quick, quick.."

Bode was confused. How this is happening? "Mama I just sold it away."

His mother screamed from the other end. "Ah! You better go collect it back before you put us in trouble."

"I sold it to a stranger."

"Stranger? Find the person quick, hello? Hello?"

Bode stood still as he ended the call. He felt so confused not knowing what to make out of the situation. He approached the ATM machine again and slotted his card, but his account balance still remained the same, eighteen thousand naira.

He put his hands on his head as he realised he had be scammed. "Ah! I'm finished."

©Harry Enomamien.. 2018

Giwa80:

This story is superb.

Thanks boss.

Cheers!

Okuchris:
I've Been hooked up in this story since morning.
its lovely and interesting.

Thanks for reading..

Enjoy.

Bulcqlay:
wahooo, to be sincere, this story really keep my boredom today, it was indeed very interesting, more knowledge to your brain sir, well done. kudos

Thanks dearie... God bless you.

chivera018:
I am in sambisa forest, care to join me ?

I'm coming, let me quickly take my AK47 and my bulletproof.

Where is Chivera018? Oya show face o

mikelife15:
Mr harry God bless u plenty

Amen....

mikelife15:
Mr harry God bless u plenty

Amen...

daviesblaze:


Just when i taught i've seen it all.
Good work harry

You asked for more

Godwindanielboy:
Thanks for the mention and for the update. God bless. Keep it up. James would make a good police/investigator.

Thank you bro.

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