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CHAPTER 1
Life as an adult is tough o! Very tough and full of rough paths. No wonder they often say 'life is not a bed of roses', but you never know or experience the reality of this statement until you grow and mature into adulthood. indeed life is a field full of thorny plants with thorns that could stab and injure or kill one if one is not too careful of how he threads. Adulthood is probably the worst thing that could ever happen to a man. If only it was possible to remain a child forever, damn would I choose that option, and keep enjoying all the benefits of childhood for the rest of my life. You know, when you're a child, you'll be so eager to become an adult fast, so you can enjoy your freedom, do as you wish, live your life according to your own terms, but nobody would tell you about all the endless responsibility adulthood comes with. If only I could just remain a child forever, I really would, but no! You just gotta grow up and 'be a man'! And just because I'm an adult now, everybody is of the opinion that I can take care of myself and my every needs, so no more getting cash gifts from uncles, aunties and visitors when they come visiting, no more allowance from dad and mom, no more getting sweet, juicy and succulent treats from dad or mom when they get back from an outing. All that privileges end the day you become a full grown adult. Mehn, it honestly sucks being an adult. My allowance from parent seized the same day I wrote my final paper and wore the sign out shirt to sign out of the University of Port Harcourt, as a graduate of computer science. Dad made it clear to me that I was a 'man' now and should not expect to still be dependent on parent any longer for upkeep. Like what the hell man? He expected me to secure a job that same day and start shouldering all my responsibilities myself. Like dad, who said I'm a man? Hiw am I supposed to survive in this tough times if you cut my allowance? How do I cope? Damn, dad don't do this to your only child please! The shock hit me harder than I anticipated, but then, I'm a survivor, so I knew I would pull through. Thank God for NYSC that came through for me with the little stipends they gave to us, which was barely enough to cater for all my needs, but at least I made ends meet with the little the government provided. Or what other option did I have? As a natural hustler that I am, I also started a small scale business of doing graphics design and printing as well as web development, and I was able to live comfortably throughout my service year. In fact, before the end of my service year in Lagos, I was able to save up enough money to join someone and rent a house, and thus decided I was gonna remain in Lagos even after my service, instead of going back to PH where my parent reside. Getting a job wasn't a piece of cake at all. I had always envisaged that as soon as I'm through with school, jobs would be lining up, waiting for be to pick the best I desired. I forgot that this is Nigeria, and such can only be seen in dreams. There was hardly any vacancy I did not submit application for. Copies of my CVs were all over top companies and businesses all around Lagos mainland where I was residing with my room mate Henry, who was also a job seeker like myself. Speaking of Henry, my God sent angel of a room mate. We had met at NYSC camp as we were both in the same platoon in the camp and posted to the same PPA afterwards. Barely one week after we met, Henry and I had bonded so well. A bond that eventually grew into a strong friendship, and with time, we became inseparable that everyone thought we were actually brothers. Some even said we look kind of alike. I've discovered that when you hang out with someone so much, and people keep seeing you two together all the time, it won't take long before people will begin to notice similarities between both of you. Nobody believed that Henry was not my brother, so I left it that way. We were brothers, and he was in fact more than a brother to me. We both knew everything about each other, and all that was going on in each other's life. We trusted each other so much that we never kept any secrets from each other. He was the brother I never had.

As an only child, I had never known or felt what it's like to have or love a brother, until I met Henry in camp and we connected immediately like two Bluetooth devices that have been ready and waiting to pair. My parent in the village even knew Henry so well, and I also knew his parent as well. We both spoke to each other's parent both on video and voice calls severally. His parent called me their son, and my parent also called Henry their son and my brother. They made him promise to always look after me as his brother, since I never had a sibling before. And that's how Henry and I became tight brothers with an inseparable and unbreakable bond.
Lucky for Henry, unlike me, he did not have to look for a job for too long before he was hired by a job with one top firm in Lagos, working as their Hunan resource manager, while I was still walking the length and breadth of Lagos state, job hunting. Thank God for bringing Henry into my life, because just when I started running out of the little pocket money I had been able to save up since my service days, and when my graphics design and web development business seemed to be sinking to the bottom of the sea, Henry came through for me. I never asked, but he always made it a point of duty to give me some money for upkeep whenever he was paid at work, so that I didn't lack anything at all. He would comfortably divide his salary into four portions, giving me one portion to take 'hold body till when work show up' according to him. You now see why I had called him an angel? Yes, God sent Henry down to earth to be my angel and take care of me. I prayed for the guy everyday I knelt to pray, and the love I had for Henry just kept blooming. Everytime he gave me money, and I attempt to thank him fervently, he always said I should stop embarrassing him please, after all, in his own words "what are we brothers for if I can't help you to keep standing, until you're able to stand very well on your own feet?". I swear, I've never in my whole life come across or even thought it possible for anyone to have such a golden heart as Henry. After some months, I was able to secure a job as an assistant manager in a popular five-star hotel in Lagos, with a reasonable pay. Imagine that? A computer scientist working in a hotel? Someone who knew nothing about hospitality management. Just imagine. Heck, I didn't even offer one borrowed course from that department throughout my four years in school, but here I was, working as a hotel assistant manager. Well, this is Nigeria and anything goes. I've learnt that it doesn't really matter what you study in school, just as far as you have a certificate, you can be employed to work anywhere. I finalised this fact that day I ran into a friend of mine who was reading biochemistry then in school. She was now working in a bank, and was gradually rising to become the bank manager soon enough. Imagine? A biochemist in the bank. Two completely opposite fields of study! Welcome to Nigeria.
Work was going well for me. I was earning well, and was able to relieve Henry of the heavy burden if catering for both of our needs. Even though he never complained, but I knew the weight was definitely heavy on him. All in all, life was good and I was happy.

My name is Michael Thomas, or just Mike as everyone called me, and I was living a comfortable and happy life, satisfied with the blessings of God towards me and my brother. I led a very simple and quiet life. Wake up, go to work, work your ass off all day, go back home at night, eat and sleep, then repeat. I think the only fun part of my life was Angela, my super hot and beautiful girlfriend whom I simply called 'angel'. Damn, the girl was hot and way out of my league. Many times I sit and wonder how I was able to get her as my girlfriend, cos we started dating when I was still jobless and broke, but she chose it was me she loves, nonetheless. I guess it's true what they say, that 'love is blind'. The love Angela showered on me was just like what the gospel singer sang in the popular gospel song. It was what I would call 'excess love'. She never asked me for anything, but rather, she used her money to take care of me, during those times when she knew I wasn't so well to do. She would go to the market, buy ingredients and come to my place to prepare soup and stew for me and Henry for the weekend. Now you see why I called her an angel? The food made Henry to come to love her so much, as our house never lacked delicious stew and soup everytime, all thanks to my baby girl. Henry and her became so close that they were almost like besties. Sometimes I even imagined that she was closer to him than she was to me. Some days, during her visits, she and Henry will both leave me and go to the kitchen while she's cooking to gossip and gist like two ladies who were best friends. I never saw anything wrong with it anyways, as I trusted Henry to the last, even with my life, I could vouch for him that he would never betray my trust for a piece of ass, so I wasn't jealous or bothered at all by their tight closeness. Henry also had his own girlfriend, Chidinma, whom he loved more than anything else in the world. sometimes she even came over and spend the night at our house, and on such nights, I usually had to go and sleep over at my girlfriend's place in order to give him all the space he needed with his woman, as stated in the sacred unwritten rules and regulations guiding the brotherhood, known as the 'bro code'. Angel lived in a one room apartment with her elder sister, so nothing ever happened during my sleepover. Only when she came over to my place after work in the evening, that we got the chance for any action to go down. Some weekends, I usually take her to the hotel where I worked and we lodge there from Saturday evening till sunday evening before returning to our homes. It was relaxing and we enjoyed each other to the fullest each time we lodged, relishing the good food the hotel served, and enjoying the best room services. All the hotel workers knew me and were always extra nice when serving me and my baby, making sure we enjoyed the best if comfort during our stay. Every one of them wanted to remain in my good books at all times. As the assistant manager, I was the one who went round and made sure that all the hotel staff carried out their various duties to the very best, and as such, I was the one who recommended staff to the manager for promotion or salary increase, based on their level of efficiency in carrying out their duties, so you now see why everyone tried to be in my good books?
To say my life was perfect would be, in every sense if the word, correct. Simple, quiet, smooth running, perfect life. That's what I had going for me. With a perfect girlfriend, whom I was looking forward to making my wife as soon as I had saved enough to be able to start a family. I had bright dreams about my future. Our future, and so far, the future looked as bright as the rising sun at dawn. But it takes just a day, an hour, a minute even, to ruin every good thing. Just a moment of a bad decision could end years of having a great life, and that's just what happened to me. One moment of making a terrible decision, which could have been avoided, took me from a quiet, simple and perfect life to becoming a wanted criminal running from all honest federal officers of the law. Just one moment of a stupid decision, and I became a wanted fugitive On The Run! [To be continued...]

Who dey here?? Make I start the story?? Chapter 1 is ready! Who wanna read??

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PROLOGUE
Life is a game. Only the smartest wins the race. "Time and chance" as the Bible states, "happens to them all", but not everyone can take chances when they see it. It's all about seeing a door of opportunity and being smart enough to walk into that door with no fear. After all, what is life without taking risks?
This is a story of a young man who journeys from being an innocent young man with a perfect life, doing his best to make ends meet and make mama and papa proud, to becoming entwined in an unplanned crime that leads to a series of events that would go on to change his life forever... Enjoy!

I've not written anything as much as a paragraph of a story since I think 2017 or 18 or so... It's been long sha, you get the gist!
I've been lacking inspiration, ideas, or creativity, as a result of many circumstances life unwillingly threw me into which I've been fighting battles upon battles to come out of them, and I'm winning anyways. So, this story is me making an attempt at bouncing back into the art of story telling.

Here comes another blockbuster suspense filled, action filled, crime thriller from the stables of Hfinest1 @ElishaWrites, the black belt master of story telling!!! Tell all your friends and family that Hfinest1 is back with a bang
It's gonna be worth your while, I assure you. It's juicy as can get. Be sure to be kept at the edge of your seat while you read.

PS: I have not typed this story down somewhere, but I'm typing as the inspiration comes, and I'm working with my phone, since I don't have a laptop again. Please bear with me in case update comes slowly, but I would try all my best to update at least twice in a week and twice during weekends. I hope you stay with me till the very last drop of the juice. Happy reading

So, that is how soul just abandon this ship with all its passengers aboard

I just hope he's okay though. Does anyone have a means of reaching him outside NL? Abeg help us reach him and let us know he's okay, please!

Does anyone know how to reach souloho19 personally, to help us find out if all is well This absence is quite alarming I think