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EPISODE 3

Thursday, 21st sept.

9:05AM

NATA Building

“answer me!” sly barked he slammed a fist against the silver desk angrily. He’d asked five different questions within ten minutes, evelyn maintained mute; she answered none of his questions. They were in NATA interrogation room-1, a neatly architectured room, it had two unholstered chairs, separated by a silver plated desk. Its windows were see- through. Various cameras hung above their heads, two inches below the ceiling. Director Matt and other agents were watching via the live transmitting cameras. Evelyn heaved a sigh. She looked at him then looked away, focusing her gaze on her handcuffed hands.

“why are you curious to know when i became boko haram, is it necessary?” her reply was slow, dragged and steady.

“not that alone. I want to know everything. From your operations, to your coverage to why you seem so prominent” sly answered.


“boko haram is a big organization. It exists in different forms way beyond your imaginations. Thats all i can tell you”
evelyn explained, still staring at the handcuff.

Silence broke in.

Sly stared in awe. He wondered what was going through her head. She look so young and innocent, even a jury would find it hard to believe she’s a terrorist. Sly felt he’d let his emotions overcloud his sense of judgement. He was a good field agent, one of the NATA’s best. His instincts were sharp and precise, perfect and undaunted. His five senses were always up and doing. Split seconds was enough to detect the tiniest of odds. Why hadn’t he figured Evelyn’s real identity? He’d met her in a phone shop three months ago. They’d exchanged pleasantries like normal civilised strangers. Nothing more. The second they met was two days after, in a pub. The pub was local and below sly’s standard. He hadn’t been there to catch fun. He was tailing a fugitive. Evelyn was also in the pub, she had too much to drink. She was half drunk by the time he met her. He quickly recognized her. He’d forfeited his primary assignment and took her to his house where she spent the night in his guess room. They woke to a brand new day, evelyn was fun, exciting and a little crazy. He loved it! He’d called in sick to spend the rest of that day with her. Few hours, a couple of days drifted to weeks. They’d fell head over heels in love with each other, or rather he did. He didn’t hesitate in asking her to be his girl, she’d accepted gladly.

The door opened noisily. Sly jerked off his reverie. Two guards dressed in black uniforms stepped in. They each held heavy duty guns. The interrogation session was over. This marked her third interrogation yet he didn’t get anything useful out of her. He had one chance left to interrogate her, after that she would be transferred to the ‘maximium interrogation unit (MIU)’. The MIU was beyond NATA’s jurisdiction, after her transfer, NATA would cut links with her. Legal. but the director’s order is to get her to talk. Any information from her would be useful to NATA operations. She was playing hard. Torture would not make her speak. He had dealt with multiple cases like hers. In situations like this, you capitalise on the target’s emotions. Of course terror agents appear emotionless, cold and heartless but a right dose of the right measure would break the thick wall surrounding their hearts.

Sly walked back to the agents room after she was led back to her cell. The agents were not in their respective wings. Rather they converged in the situation room, separated from agents’ room by thin glass slide door. Sly opened the door then walked in. Director matt was also in the situation room, they were watching video clips displaying from a projector. The famous face of boko haram regional leader showed in the motion pictures. “….i repeat give her to me in peace or the whole of abuja would smell my wrath” he let out a devilish grin before the video seized. Director matt stood akimbo. “cane is planning something. We must frustrate his plans by all means. Jones can you track the source transmitter?” “it’ll be hard director. Everything is hidden.” “sent me a copy” sly said. He gave jones his phone. The latter instantly connected a USB from a smart computer to sly’s device. Two minutes later, the video file was shared. Sly grinned widely As an idea struck hìm

EPISODE 1

NATA building

wednessday, 20th

10:31am

Sly looked blankly into the laptop screen. His fingers made slow involuntary clicks on the keypad. He was supposed to be playing grand theft auto 4, his favourite electronic game but his mind was far beyond the planet deep in an ocean of thoughts. He looked rough and unkepmt with unshaved beard, not well dressed hair and all. He took a quick gulp of the golden liquid in a small flat buttom glass cup. He dropped the cup noisily on his desk. He was drinking too much alcohol lately, if alcohol had powers to vanish worries, then it lost that prowess on him. He shove the laptop aside he swiveled to a left turn. He fixed his gaze on a beautifully carved window which offered a good view of the outside. Minutes later, the door creaked open a lady walked in noisily, clanging her stiletto against the tiled floor. He didn’t spare as much as a glance at her. She stopped a few meters from him. “sly, whats wrong?” her voice was greased with so much concern “i’m fine” “sly you’re drinking yourself out at work and you say…?” “vivian!!” he countered instantly. She was silent for 30seconds after which she heaved a sigh flapping hands on her lower hip like someone who just gave up on a big argument. “director wants to see you” she tipped. “i’ll be there in a minute” sly replied. Vivian walked back to the glassy door. She leaned a hand on the wall and turned to look at him. She swallowed hard, her eye lids blinked rapidly and involuntarily. She knew he was going through a tough time. She wished she could help but he wouldn’t even tell her what the problem is!

***

Sly stepped into the director’s office vivian was also there with him. They exchanged glances, he looked away uneasily. The director saw this. “vivian, excuse us” the director said. Vivian bowed her head slightly then exited the office. Sly stood facing the director his face was expression void. Seats were available but he chose to stand. “i’ve assaigned you and vivian to investigate Evelyn. I understand you have feelings for her, Would it be too hard on you?” “i can handle it sir” sly replied.

Boko haram regional command base.

Wednessday 20th.

6:00PM

Lights in the room suddenly went off. New blue rays flashed dimly from multiple corners of the room, making it it gloomy. All agents stopped their activities. They all stood upright, quite on cue, the assembled in a ring-like row but no agent was at the entrance they used their right hands to salute. Swap in confrence room brightness was a sign of the boss’ presence. As mandated, he must be respected and revered. Gentle, slow but impactful footsteps was heard from the entrance. What appeared like a glowing human skeleton walked in. “at ease” the figure said. They all eased their position. The boss sat on a gold plated seat, more like a throne. the agents sat after he did. “CIS status report” the boss’ voice was less friendly and more intimidative. The organization was divided in three groups, C, I & S teams– computer, intelligence and special task team. The computer team comprised agents highly skilled in modern technology. The intelligence team were the creative and out of box thinkers. They can devise strategies in split seconds. They were lesser in number compared to the special task team who were highly trained in combat ops. They were best in explosive weapon engineering. “sir” the C-team leader began “boss Evelyn is temporarily being held in NATA prison. We’ve got the building’s blue prints” he inputed some commands in his tablet 45- inch portion of the wall suddenly glowed with white flourecent rays. The rays turned green. The surface became as green as the view of military night goggles. Images of NATA displayed one after the other, revealing its interiors, exits and entrances. Other agents focused their attentions on the reflecting surface. I-team leader stepped forward he held a tablet close to his chest, drawing patterns on it. Each move he made showed on the wall. “sir, the red dots indicates guarded regions in NATA. The whole building is heavily guarded from the gate to its cells. There are some black spots but they’re found inside” “what are success ratios?” cane, the boss asked. “infiltration 3/10, fierce attack 1/10. Not good sir” the S-team leader stepped foward. He didn’t have much to say, but he must report! “sir, we outnumber them, albeit they may solicit SWAT support. That would be a blow on us” “C-team, send the video to NATA’s archive leave no traces” cane said and exited the room. Just then the lights revamped.

To be continued

PROLOGUE

It was a nitty-gritty in Aso villa that economy projects the nation high in the international realm while military might and intelligence are invisible skeletons to sustain it. Recently, Nigeria is making waves in the international scene. Economic watchers predict in no distant time, the country would be among top 10 economies of the world this, specifically is president Sebastian Ike’s dream. In the same vein, crime, terrorism and insurgency have shot its ugly head high above the water table, eating deep into the economic fabric, at a much faster pace. This was a subject of concern. The national anti- terror agency (NATA) took the bull by its horn to tackle this menace. A huge chunk of criminal acts, from high profile assassinations to theft of national secrets to destruction of public utilities, bombing and massacres all pointed to an organized crime group– BOKO HARAM. For several years, it have been a tough fight between both organizations. Boko haram seemed to operate from the shadows. Its agents were everywhere. Two days ago, the national museum was attacked, as usual, NATA failed to foil the incidence. It was a fatal failure but not a total one. A chip was found in the scene. Lab analysis showed it was a communicating device among Boko haram elites. Its source transmission was traced to a safe house somewhere in Maitama. The double laned road that ran into maitama was noisy with hums of cars, SUVs, motorbikes and bikes as they cruised to and fro. A black kia with dark tinted glasses drove into a walkway. It rolled some distance, stopped, rolled again, it was finally brought to a halt. Its hums reduced to nothing. Two people were in it — a male driver and a lady who sat in the front passenger seat. They both had white spiral earwigs running from their ears. Sly tapped his wig. “how far is SWAT?” “45 seconds behind you” a voice replied. The lady was connected so she heard the reply. She half turned back. A bus was parked meters away from them, its door was flung open. SWAT team members hopped down in rapid succession. She turned to face sly. “shall we?” sly only nodded. Typical of him, he hardly spoke in situations like this. They stepped out almost at the same time. Sly folded his right thumb, he flapped the other fingers in the air. Quite on cue. The SWAT team advanced towards them. Sly removed a gun from its thigh holster. So did Vivian as they marched towards a chocolate painted building.

***

“boss i think our hideout is blown. Its a code red. The SWAT is closing on us” a computer operative said scarily. He swiveled to face the boss. She didn’t reply. She did not appear scared or intimidated. She held a glass of while close to her eyes as if to see vision, or maybe some invisible solution. She shoke the golden wine evenly. She sipped a little. The operative watched in awe! He looked away disappointingly. He was frozen in fear. He glanced the screen, SWAT were already in the building. His palms were sweaty, his hands shoke involuntarily. Too much from a six months old recruit! “aleart all agents. Beta 1 swing to action” evelyn, the boss said. “relay information to the headquarters” instantly, sounds of corked guns filled the room as she walked out. Beta1 were guards on the ground floor.

****

few SWAT members down, much boko haram fighters dropped dead. Wonderful! Sly thought. They scattered through the building. Sly and vivian lead the way albeit far from each other. Sly climbed the flight of stairs. He shot five times, two headshots and two beautiful aims. Four fighters were down. One was left. He crouched behind a brick erection. Sly took a step forward. He went with his shoulder and left leg, giving the fighter a nice aim point. Sly knew the man would shoot real soon. It was a dangerous move, but the quickest tn get a rookie hyper. As speculated, the fighter raised his head he shot twice. Sly crouched and rolled he shot the man on the chest. Blood oozed out. The staircase led to an open room. It had multiple computers in a row. Maybe a control room. He said inwardly. He stepped in properly. No one was in the room. He walked in slowly, calculating each step. He was half into the room when he heard footsteps that sounded like an army on the run. He spoke into his walkie talkie then advanced towards the said direction. ‘stop right there’ sly commanded. The person stopped. She was backing him but he could see her gun, he stood a meaningful distance away. “drop your gun” she obeyed. She turned to face him as instructed. Sly wondered why she’ll give up without a fight. He stopped pondering when he saw SWAT members pointing guns to her. He was more surprised when he saw her face. ‘evelyn?’ his lips vibrated as he forced out the word. ‘sly?’ she whispered after a bolt of silence.

story by Invincible.


About the story:

In an operation to clean
sweep one of boko haram
base, sly, a top agent in
the national anti terror
service was sent on the
operation.
He discovers his girlfriend
is a boko haram elite
agent. She was captured
as a terrorist. Sly knew
what the law says about
terrorists, he didn’t want
that for her.
He decided to assist boko
haram in exterminating
her from prison

***

the story is 100% fiction

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The elevator was brought to a halt on the second floor. Its door slided open. From research sean knew it’ll take ten seconds before the door close automatically. He punche the executive on his belly. The executive didn’t show any reaction rather he retrieved a pistol from his waist. The man shot, unfortunately sean had dived out, he dogded the bullet. Sean was counting in his subconscious. 8 seconds had passed. He quickly threw a grenade into the elevator. The door locked itself just when the executive planned running out. There was a loud explosion in the elevator. ****** ‘how long would it take you?’ Dave asked impatiently. “15 minutes” Frank replied. “make it 10” said Dave. A handglove which was speculated to be the culprit’s fell from the building. Frank was able to extract finger prints from it. The prints matched a database in mtn service provider. Frank was placing a tracker on the user’s port. With that the user’s location would be pin pointed. ** sean made it outside the building. He blended into the rampage on the street. His car wasn’t in the park lot. He wondered who took it. He desperately need an automobile. A biker drove towards him. The bike almost knocked him out. He escaped by whiskers. He quickly got up. “MICHAEL ROBERTSON SURRENDER’ a voice shouted from a gramaphone. Michael was his actual name. How did they get it? Some one betrayed him. He thought. The biker left a piece of paper. Sean unfolded it and read its content. “michael. A car is in your 1 o’clock. Take it and get away” The boss had maintained he did the job alone. No back up, no nothing. This was either a trap or the boss changed his mind. Whichever way, he must get out. There was an explosion from behind. Just when he was about stepping into the car. The cops fell for his trap. He knew they were tracking his phone. The device was made of pressure sensitive diodes. He had dumped it in a room. Sean dsove stealthily down the street. A helicop landed beside his car. The boss leaned beside the helicop. Sean grinned he picked a vidfo player from the car and walked into the helicopter. He sat at the extreme end. He played the video player . He’d found it in the car. A familiar looking lady came into view. “hi Michael. She paused, chuckled and continued. “you’ve grown so big. I guess you can’t even recogniye me. Its ciara your big sis. Drive to the location on the paper. I’d meet you there” tears bathed his cheek as he listened to her. Sean was just 12 years old when their house was attacked. Their parents were killed. The ‘boss’ rescued him while his sister was saved by someone else. Sean felt a metal on his gead. He jerked from reverie. Tge boss was pointing a gun to him. Sean was taken aback. “you’ve seen her right? What a twisted fate. She works for NIA and you’ar a criminal.” “what! You know all this while?” sean asked. The boss nodded. “you know, i’ve always wondered who would kill me. I’m glad its you. All i ever did or know how to, you taught me” sean muttered with teary eyes. He continued. “just let me hug her before i die” the boss didn’t reply. He pulled the trigger sean docked but the bullet struck his stomach. He fell down. There were more gunshots in the plane. Sean thought he had died. He raised his head. The boss was down, in a pool of his own blood. Ciara had shot him. Ciara ran and hugged him tightly. Hot tears flooded her eyes. “i miss you mike. I searched the whole world for you.” “i love you dear sis. I’m glad to see you. Even if you can’t spend more time together” ciara shoke he head. “you won’t die” sean smiled painfully. “you belong to the feds. I’m a criminal. Go now, wd shouldn’t be seen together.” “i couldn’t tell you before now. President Hassan is our dad” sean raised his brows. “he didn’t kill hasran, he used poisoned rubber bullet. The president may survive. Sean smiled. He was about replying b2ouldn’t. He became weak and heavy. He fell dead in her hands. She felt his pulse it was weak, he hadn’t died yet. Shd smiled wryly. Just thea missile was fired into the helicorpter. She looked around, jet fighters were flying towards them. The craft wouldn’t last another assault. She held Sean tightly. Kicked the helecopter’ glasses and jumped out with him. Thdy both fell into river benue. *THE END*

The agents searched for five minutes, there was no trace of the culprit. Mike was baffled he wondered how the criminal escaped. He went round the large restroom, searching for clues. He was deep in thoughts many options ran in his subconscious. A voice jolted him to reality. “boss! I’ve found him” Joe tittered happily. Mike grinned devilishly. He walked back to the toilet’ walkway. Joe dragged his victim to where Mike and other agents stood. The body seemed lifeless he was wearing a sack mask. ‘perhaps he his pretending’ Mike thought and smiled. “remove the mask” he commanded. Tension ruled the aura around them. All agents couldn’t wait to see president Hassan’s killer. Their names would go down in history they couldn’t prevent the assassination, atleast they nabbed the culprit. Joe removed the mask. Rather than jubilating, the agents were silent. They had been tricked! The man behind the mask was the stout man sean attacked. Mike looked frustrated. He hissed angrily. “you broke the rules” Mike heard a whisper. He looked around him, his teamates were too busy to play pranks. ‘another bolt of confusion. The criminal is diabolic!’ he thought. “your left ear” the whisper came again. Mike inserted shaky index finger in his ears. It was then he realised an ear wig was placed in it. He removed the wig and trampled on it. His cohorts were surprised with his sudden outburst. “that son of a gun….” Mike’s voice trailed down. Two successive explosions rocked outside the building. A smoke bomb rolled towards the agents. It exploded almost instantly. The room became hazy, the men coughed loudly. They staggered about the room. Sean jumped down. He had a shawl over his face. He ran to the exit. ******* President Hassan was led on a stretcher to an air courier. He was being flown to USA. His survival was at stake. The bullets struck vital parts of his body. A team of medical specialists were attending to him as the plane flew. Men of Nigeria army were evacuating crémé de la crémes out of Aso Villa in bullet proofed SUVs. Confusion was the lord of the moment. People moved helter skelter. Force men were trying to navigate them out of the scene. ‘crazy’ reporters lingered from afar. Taking snapshots and short videos. “excuse me ma. Whats your take on this?” a reporter asked a soldier. The woman soldier slapped the reporter angrily. “why are civilians addicted to stubborness? Get out” she commanded authoritatively. Intelligence reports had spread to all law enforcement agents. The culprit reportedly sniped from a window in SSS headquarters. (the yellow house) Land soldiers surrounded the building, split fire F.22 jet fighters hovered in the sky above the yellow house. ‘the culprits must not escape’ an order from chief of defense staff. Air marsha Isaiah was in one of the jets, his face was tight with anger. He sighed heavily then clicked his phone and placed it in his ears. “thats incompetence at its peak! How can you explain someone sneaking into your building?” he ranted. “my men have pin pointed him. He wouldn’t escape” the SSS chief executive defended. “he better don’t” Isaiah replied and hung up. *** Sean clicked a yellow button that had ‘2’ inscribed on it. The elevator kicked motion. Sean knew he wouldn’t make it out through the first floor. It was always heavily guarded. He’d memorised the building’s blue prints. There was a ‘not commonly used’ exit on the second floor. He was camouflaged in a black SSS uniform, extra beards and a dark cap. The elevator moved for minutes and suddenly stopped on the third floor. Sean raised his brows. The chief executive’s office was on the third floor. Worst still, it had no exit. Sean swallowed hard. He didn’t have much weapons on him. He knew killing Hassan was a suicided mission, as a matter of fact, he was ready to die albeit he wouldn’t go down without seeing his sister. The elevator door opened. Sean refused to hop out. A middle aged man stepped in. Sean recognized him as the chief executive of SSS. There was no iota of communication between them. The man clicked a button for the 1st floor. “excuse me sir. I’m headed for the second floor” sean sounded courtious. “don’t you know there is an emergency? All agents would converge on the 1st floor” the executive replied. Something caught his attention. The name ‘bankole’ and clearance on the tag Sean wore didn’t match with the bankole he knew. Level two clearance was under him, the only bankole on his crew was clean shaved. This must be the culprit. How smart!’ the executive thought. An idea struck him. He clicked a button for the 1st floor.

01/10/2060 1030hours Aso rock, Abuja. It was a bright sunny afternoon. The sun was at its peak, showering its own version of blessings on the Nigerian nation. A blue camry with dark tinted glasses drove down aso drive. The road was relatively congested. People were still trooping to Aso villa where the grand celebration was being held. Today marked Nigeria’s hundred years of independance. Millions of naira had been billed for this day. Delegates from renowned international organizations, queen Ashely of England and president Bobby Grant of USA were in Nigeria to grace the occasion. Uniformed men paraded the road, they were directing cars, mostly convoys to different parking lots. The camry was brought to a halt in front of the yellow house. It bounced twice, on the same spot. Sean undid his seat belt. He stared at the man seated next to him. Mike had panicked crafted all over his face. Sean wasn’t perturbed. He was used to seeing people this way. “so, can we go in?” sean’s question was slow and impactful. Mike was silent. Sean smiled in an intimidating way. He clicked some buttons on the airbag. A computer screen popped up. Sean clicked a video icon. Faint cries and sobs were heard as the video played. Mike looked away, with teary eyes. His wife and only kid were tied down. Time bombs were strapped to their abdomen. Each bomb read “00:01′ but stopped ticking. “just a click and they are up in flames” sean intimidated. Mike heaved a noisy sigh. He had to choose between betraying Nigeria and saving his family. He weighed both options for several seconds. “yes we shall” he replied. “good” sean gave him a silver coated brief case. They both stepped out of the car. Sean was a lethal assassin, an international killer. He executed his jobs without fear and always sailed unscathed. His latest mission was to assassinate Nigerian president, Hassan Kwali. They scaled through five check points and finally got in the yellow house; SSS headquarters. Mike was a chief in the state security service. Sean only needed him to scale through the checks. “i’d take it from here. Give it back” mike did as instructed. He gave sean the brief case. He couldn’t stop thinking about his family. He secretly hoped they would ae safe. “i’d text you their location in 20minutes. If nothing goes wrong” sean said as if he read Mike’s thoughts. He stepped into the elevator and clicked some buttons. Five minutes later he was on the fifth floor. SSS agents were more crowdered on the fifth floor. He sank into them and made his way to a restroom tagged ‘113’ his wristwatch beeped, a green compass point floated on it, indicating a camera was hidden somewhere. After a moment search sean found the camera. He retrieved a laser pen from his breas.t pocket, he used it to overload the camera sensors; temporary malfunctioning it. Someone cleared his throat from behind. Sean turned slowly, he camouflaged his alertness. His gaze met with a stout looking man. The man frowned. “what are you doing?” sean smiled convincingly. “good morning sir” he changed the topic. The man wouldn’t any of that. “i said what were you doing?!” he asked sternly. The man walked closer, sean pretended to be scared. The distance between the was almost closing, perfect for an attack. Sean flipped in the air, he kicked the man’s cheek. The man staggered few steps backward. He got hold of himself and punched sean on a left thigh. Sean threw a pin from his ‘pen’ the pin struck his opponent on his neck. The man fell, unconscious. Sean searched each cubicles, to be sure he was alone. He mounted a silenced sniper on a window in the left. He checked his timer. Ten minutes had been expended. President Hassan should be delivering a speech by now. He squinted through the rifle’ telescope. He was right. Hassan was on the podium. Sean waited two seconds for the crosshair to be stable. Suddenly a presidential aide obstructed the view. “d--n!” sean cursed loudly. Four minutes after, the aide was out of view. Sean aimed perfectly. He sent two bullets into the president. Hassan fell face down, immediately, people crowded around him. *********** Mike kicked the door angrily. Balls of sweat trickled down his head. He was kicking the toilet door for the seventh time. It obviously was locked from within. His chest heaved in rythme to soft pants. He exchanged glances with other agents. There was a rapid optical and hand communication between them. Agent Joe shot the door lock. He pushed it open forcefully. Mike made signs, all agents walked in. Pointing their guns as they moved calculatively. Hidden surveillance cameras showed a fight in the restroom. Other footages captured the assailant with a sniper. His face wasn’t clear, mike pin pointed him as the dude that kidnapped his family. The restroom had no escape route. Mike was certain he would nap the criminal. Mike dispersed his team through various toilet cubicles.

Episode 3
“Hi” Madison greeted with a gentle peck on his cheek. “how is my queen today? Hassan forced himself to speak, evading the dampness of his heart. From his countenance Madison knew something was wrong somewhere. Oh how she wish it was’nt what she was thinking. “you don’t look happy, everything okay? She asked in her american accent, she’ve spent years in Nigeria, some of the things she’ve not lost to the Nigerian nation are her accent and skin colour. Hassan couldn’t hold it any longer, he just have to tell her whole nine yards. “my dad! He had a heart attack today, it was so worst that he’d have to be flown out of the country for further treatments” Madison was gobsmacked, this wasn’t what she bargained for, now she know her mum was right when she said she, Madison and hassan weren’t meant to be. “you know, i can’t help but blame myself, its all my fault….i…..” Madison cut him in. “no hassan, its not your fault, if there is anyone to blame, that should be me. I’m just like a pest in your life, ever since we met, i’ve caused you nothing but trouble….i’m sorry hassan” she summoned the whole energy in her to stop herself from crying. The more she tried, the more rains of tears flood her eyes. She couldn’t break herself to believe she was leaving hassan. Fate can be so cruel sometimes! He was the only one who could draw out genuine smile from the darkest part of her heart, he was the only first and true love she ever experience. Hassan was confused. “w….wh….what do you mean? He asked in utter frustration. “hassan we live in two separate worlds, separated by religion, royalty and race. Our destinies are separated like heaven and earth, we were never meant to take a step from platonic friendship….i love you hassan i’m sorry we have to end it this way” Hassan rubbed his eyes fiercely no! This can’t be happening, it must be some sort of dream. ” no Madison, i can’t last a day without you and you know it, please don’t leave me. If you want, we can elope, yes! To a far away country where no one would know us, let alone disturb.” Madison shoke her head in the negative. “i’m doing this for you hassan, all for you. Your sick father needs you, the palace need you and your people need. They all need you more than i do. You are a prince i am nothing but a foreigner who’d ruin your life and ambition…..farewell Hassan. Hassan held her cheeks with both hands, tears steamed his dark face. The last time he cried like this was when he lost his twin, Hassana. That was eight years ago. He had learnt to move on, Madison coming into his life was a great help with that. He’d think Madison was an incarnate of hassana. They both had one thing in common- brightening up his mood. He can’t lose Madison! What would his life be like? Trash, hopeless, frustrated, miserable? “Good bye hassan, please don’t bother looking for me ’cause we’d be moving out of the country sooner or later. Please remember this, i love you and i’ll always do” she pecked him on the forehead. “take this necklace, it’ll remind you of me….bye” she gave him a silver necklace with a pendant made of glass. Inside the glass was a capture of her beautiful self. Hassan wept to stupor he didn’t mind the embarassing fact that he was standing on the round. He wished the earth around him would just queak and swallow him up. What reason is there to leave when two most important people in his life are gone? He wiped away his tears with a small oxblood hankie. Every cloud has a silver lining, its high time he concentrate more on the family he have left; his sick father, aging mother and kid sister. His father wasn’t polygamous as against most rich men from the north. Hassan admired that and promised himself to stick only to one woman. Woman? He just realised he’ve lost the very woman he loved, no other woman can occupy his now shattered heart. He picked his broken self together and drove back to the palace, what a day! First he gave his dad a heart attack and now his lover have left him, the joyous hassan in him flew away, he was left with a shattered body and soul to deal with. Madison and her family left the country a weak later. There in the united states she realised she was pregnant. She’ve already call it quits with hassan, moreso the pregnancy wouldn’t change anything. Her belly grew bigger as the days passed by, nine months later; the glorious period! She gave birth to a set of identical twins; Michael and Gabriel. She nutured and showered them with all the love a mother could breed. But something was missing- a father! Five years afterwards, she fell in love with Spencer sherwood; an afro american. Their beautiful union brought forth a child- Nathan. Sherwood died a couple of years later. Leaving Madison to think she wasn’t destined to be married.

EPISODE 2
The emir was rushed to a private hospital in company of his wife and two children. He was taking to a special ward; a ward dedicated to him alone. The ward had his name inscribed on its doorpost. The reason isn’t a far cry from the fact that he built the hospital. Hassan sat with his mum in the waiting room, they were not allowed into the ward. Aminat the emir’s wife was visibly shaking, she kept muttering incoherent prayers, she wasn’t ready to be a widow…no not yet. Hassan didn’t know what to do, he was caught between two stools, should he continue being a muslim for his father’s sake or abide by his promise to Madison? God! He was drop dead confused. *********************** Chloe stared affectionately at her now miserable daughter. Madison the last of her children had refused to eat or go out of the house ever since her parent’s told her about their plan to return to the United states for good. Chloe knew why her daughter was adamant to their trip, she was in love with a Nigerian, not just a Nigerian, a muslim! Geez she would never let that grow under her feet, yes she loved her daughter, she was doing everything for her best interest, if only Madison could understand! Madison came down to Nigeria with her family when she was sixteen. Her dad, Robertson was a contractor, he got a rossy fedral contract which paid off more than what he ever envisaged. He decided to reside in Nigeria. Madison attended a Nigerian university where she met a charming young man, who gained her love, the feeling was mutual. They scaled through variant challenges, their religious differences was the stumbling block left. Madison’s dad was a clergy while hassan’s father was an emir. the two parents didn’t for one minute accept love was a powerful spirit capable of breaking strongholds and concrete beliefs. They were all against this relationship, hassan however promised to talk to his dad about it, Madison was waiting and hoping for a positive outcome, albeit her hopes weren’t high, only sheer fluke can rescue the love birds. Madison felt a soft tap on the shoulder. She turned abruptly, her mum smiled and sat next to her, on the bed. The room looked so very untidy, quite unusual of her. “my child, i understand your predicament, believe me, i really do……” “no mum. You don’t” Madison caught her mum short, she was tired of hearing soothing words acompanied with absolutely no action. Chloe readjusted her seating position. “you see, sometimes we chase what is never meant to be ours, and we end up lossing hands down. You and hassan are not meant to be, its best if you give each other a little space, i’m sure you would learn to love again, there are many unfished fishes in the water, Madison” chloe advised softly. Madison shrugged, she wish stopping her heart from beating for hassan was easy. “i understand mum” she replied, with her head tilted down. “thats my girl….cheer up okay” her mum gave her a heart warming smile before vacating the room. Madison’s cell phone beeped almost immediately her mum dashed out. “my heartbeat calling” smile greased her beautiful face again. She had been waiting patiently for this moment; Hassan promised to talk to his dad about their relationship. Albeit her hopes weren’t raised, she knew it takes a stroke of fluke for the emir to accept her. She picked the call with a heartful of euphoria. Hassan told her to meet him in their usual spot. The duo stopped visiting each other after a their parents had a heated argument. On the fateful day, Madison visited the palace, with the hope of seeing her heartbeat. The emir had her seized and thrown in the palace cell. What a tragic day it was for her! Her parents had to swallow their ego and plead with the emir. He let go of Madison after bolts of arguements with her father. Hassan learnt about his father’s stupid act and drove down to the Robertson residence, where he got what he least anticipated. Mr Robertson gave him a doze of his father’s medicine. After that incident, the love birds resolved to see eye-to-eye in a restuarant situated two blocks from Madison’s residence. Madison scampered her way out of the house unnoticed, she was now an expert an sneaking. As she approached the restaurant, she could see Hassan from afar, he was leaning on his car with arms folded to his chest. She held her chest tightly to prevent her heart from ripping out, her heartbeats increased tremendously. Should she elope tonight with hassan? Has his dad finally accepted their relationship? Should she break up with him now? Many thoughts coursed her head. Oh God! She was drop dead confused. She felt stuck between two mighty mountains.

Episode 1

It was a stormy and
thundrous afternoon in the
city of Kano.
The cloud was pitch black,
threatening to cry. The sun
found canopy under the
thick cloud, warm but
heavy wind blew from the
south, tossing away any
material that dare stand in
its way.
Ranty sounds of thunder
permeated the
magnificiently designed
room, Hassan’s heart beats
weren’t helping matters,
they seem to be in rythme
with the thunder.
Each pump of blood
pervaded fear within his
being. He swallowed hard
for the umpteenth time,
boils of sweat tickled down
his skin, defying the cold
atmosphere.
Hassan paced around like
someone whose wife is
experiencing her maiden
labour.
Its high time he let his
father know about his
decision to renounce islam-
a religion his ancestors had
practiced so faithfully.
Yes he knew it won’t be
easy but the squeaky
wheel gets the grease.
He stuck his legs into his
slipper, took in a big gulp
of air and reached for the
door knob.
He turned it slowly and
walked out to the hallway,
heading to his father, to
meet his fate.
Hassan Abdul-Azeez was
first born son of the
prominent Abdul-Azeez
Usaini xvi the 21st century
emir of kano.
The emir so much loved his
son that he didn’t want
anything to separate
them, he had Hassan pass
through western education
here in Nigeria so he could
teach him all there is to
know about royalty, his
plans was for Hassan to
succeed him!
He didn’t want royalty
transfered to another
family.
Hassan opened the palace
door with shaky hands and
trembling feet. He had
never felt like this before!
He spent all his life in the
modern palace, why was
he having this strange
feeling now?
His facial expression script
it all, he was greatly
worried.
His dad sat on the high and
mighty throne with two
body guards standing by
his right and left
respectively.
Four chiefs occupied the
chairs below the throne.
The palace was well
furnished, it looked
nothing less of a modern
palace, most of its decos
were imported.
“sannun ku” he greeted
breathlessly, with his head
slightly bowed in respect.
“salama alaikum” the
chiefs chorused, meaning
“peace be unto you”
Hassan sat on one of the
chairs by his right.
The Emir knew the kind of
son he had in Hassan,
hassan was a core
introvert, he wouldn’t
show in the palace by this
time of the day if he had
nothing important to
discuss.
“is anything troubling the
prince? The emir asked on
noticing Hassan’s
countenance.
“i request to speak with
my dad….alone” came the
reply from hassan.
The Emir motioned the
brown horse tail he was
holding.
Action speaks louder than
voice, the guards and
chiefs deserted the palace
as commanded.
Hassan stared blankly at
his dad, he was battling
how best to present this to
his father.
He sighed. ” father, i want
to make an important
request”
“go ahead son, you know
i’ll do anything and
everything for you” replied
the king who was oblivious
of his son’s request.
Hassan threw his father
another quick glance;
beyond the royal attaire,
he saw a man who had a
blazing passion for Islam
and wishes all his family
members to follow in is
footprints.
For a moment, Hassan
thought of aborting his
plans, he thought against
it when he remembered
the promise he made to
Madison.
No! He can’t afford to loss
her…..
“father,,, i….i uhm…..i wish
to convert to christianity”
he found himself
stammering.
At the drop of a hat, the
tender smile Emir Abdul
was wearing drifted to a
heart crushing frown.
Hassan could swear he
saw real fire replacing his
father’s pupils.
“what did you just say?
The emir got up angrily.
Hassan’s heart skipped, he
also got up. “calm down
dad…..i…”
“shut up” the Emir
shouted, and got into a
session of loud coughs.
His heart ached badly,
Hassan wished he could
swallow back his words,
too late to cry when the
trigger is pulled.
The Emir fell to the floor
helplessly, he had been
managing cardiovascular
attacks for the past few
month now.
Hassan grew red with
regret.
“Aminu!”
he screamed, a guard ran
in almost immediatley.
“la’ila” he wailed when he
saw the Emir laying on the
floor, he was
dumbfounded.
“what are you waiting for?
Won’t you help me?!”
hassan exclaimed angrily

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pilot episode
The story revolves round
Madison and her family,
having different destinies,
fate and view about life,
they rally for personal
interests, little did they
realise they were only
running round a globe.
Segregated by religion,
Madison and Hassan were
forced to call off their
blissful relationship, it was
indeed a painful quit, but
they had little or no option,
both families were against
them-a flower can’t
flourish in a dam of thorns.
Madison was an american
lady whose family resided
in Nigeria, hassan on the
other hand was the Emir of
kano’s first son.
After the painful breakup,
Madison together with her
family left for their home
country where she
discovered she was
pregnant.
Nine months after which
she gave birth to a set of
identical twins.
The glass was already
shattered! She had to raise
her kids alone, without
hassan’s knowledge.
She named them Michael
and Gabriel, they bore her
last name; Robertson.
She eventually found love
again! This time, a black
american.
Everything happened so
fast, the got married.
Her new husband died few
years into their union, she
was once again left alone
to cater for her mulattoes-
Michael, Gabriel and
Nathan.

MICHAEL ROBERTSON:

AGE: 28

PROFILE:
An american CIA who woke
up one morning only to get
a burn notice.
An underground crime
syndicate operating in
Nigeria absorbed him,
knowing he was a great
asset.
His skills and expertise
won him the trust of his
boss, love of katarina and
jealousy the of a colleague.
Michael fell into a trap, a
trap carved out of jealousy,
he was killed in a bomb
explosion, it was all a set
up!
Who was the architect?

GABRIEL ROBERTSON:

AGE: 28

PROFILE:
The most naive of his
brothers, a loving, caring
and soft hearted fellow
whose identity carved a
pain in his neck.
Gabriel had the same
physiological make up with
Michael, even their mother
always mistook one for the
other.
The syndicate didn’t
believe Michael was dead,
Gabriel was mistaken for
Michael, he had no option
but to replace Michael in
the syndicate.
His sole mission was to
avenge his brother’s death
and sell out the syndicate.
He was drowned by love,
lust and power, all which
he inherited from Michael’s
past.
Would he be able to let go
of all these and avenge
Michael’s death?
Would the murderer be
fished out?


NATHAN SHERWOOD:

AGE: 22

PROFILE:
Only he and Michael knew
his father was
assassinated!
Consumed by grieve, quest
for revenge and hurts, he
set out to kill everyone
involved in his father’s
death, he believe his step
brother was murdered for
a significant reason.
He later found out Gabriel
was working for the same
syndicate that murdered
his dad
Geez! He was working with
the police, would he watch
the only brother he had
left go to jail?


HASSAN AZZEEZ:

AGE: 52

PROFILE:
He found himself climbing
up the political pinnacle,
he found success at the
polls, he was sworn in as
the president of the
republic, his people loved
him, but he had enemies
within!
In order to clear their
coast, they planned to
assassinate him.
What would be his fate
Watch out

EPISODE 1 the atmosphere was gloomy and hazy, cold air moved without obstruction. It was dawn, understandably there was no human figure on the street. Everyone should probably be asleep, except sir Donna, he was waken by the first rooster crow. He yawned twice then rose from a palm-knitted-mat. Sir donna was one of vinceville’s finest; a leader of ‘in-palace-knights’ he looked left to right, his fellow knights were still asleep, he ignored them, strode far north of the room, dipped his hand in a bowl of water and washed his face. Sir Donna wasn’t only a knight, he was extremely handsome, every lady wished him for theirselves. Prince Galileo’s girlfriend wasn’t exceptional, she’d shameless tried seducing him twice, the prince caught them on one of these occasions, of course he’d painted the image black. Sir donna almost got executed even a broken clock is right twice a day! Donna escaped trial. The young knight smiled at those memories, prince Galileo was really laughable. He wiped his face with his palms then staggared sleepily to the rack where knights’ swords and body armours were kept. It wasn’t a long search before he pinpointed his armour which he quickly wore, picked his sword and slipped it into the leather sheath hung around his waist. Sir donna carefully closed the door behind him. He moved swiftily but stealthily to the middle of the castle, where royal prison was situated. He’d studied the castle’ map for several days, he knew it like the back of his hands, much to his advantage! The knight’s heart beat increased as he approached the prison section. It was time to execute his plans, he must be brave about it. He stood still for several seconds, heaved a sigh and continued moving. The palace was kept bright and alive with oiled candelebras. He made sure he walked in shadows. He finally got to the prison section. He took cover behind a rock piller. Peeping, he saw a guard patrolling the royal prison. “isn’t it a little too early” he whispered rhetorically. Sir Donna dipped a hand in his coat, luckily he found a bronze coin which he tossed. The coin rolled on the floor, attracting the guard’s attention. Donna slipped into the prison department properly when the guard foolishly chased a rolling coin. Another guard sat on a stone, his head resting on the wall, he was fast asleep. Donna’s gaze fell on a bunch of keys tied to his waist belt. The knight squated before him, he was carefully loosing the keys when suddenly the guard slapped himself. Perhaps mosquitoe invasion! Donna succeeded in untieing the bunch, he held it firmly, heading to a prison room which had ‘IV’ written atop it. An old man with long curly brown hair sat on the floor. It was heard on the grapevine that he was above 80, yet his hair had no spark of grey. It was also rumoured that his magic sustained this feat. Corlenius was a magician, as a matter of fact the most powerful sorcerer in the empire. He heard the prison door open, he fell softly, closing his eyes feigning sleep. Donna stepped into the prison boldly. Somehow he wasn’t scared of meeting Corlenius. He’d heard legends about that man. The old man laid on the floor, the chain used in cuffing him was loosed. No wonder he was called Corlenius the great. Donna wondered why someone so powerful would submit himself to be captured. He squated before corlenuis, tapping him gently. Corlenius ‘woke’ up, he let out a fake yawn “what do you want?” “my lord, i came to get you out of here” Donna replied boldly. Corlenius chuckled. “you came to what? Do you know the weight of your plan?” “yes sir. I’m a knight, my duty is to protect the empire. What the emperor is doing isn’t right! Why should he order execution of all sorcerers?! Please you must come with me, your execution is scheduled for the seventh hour of today.” corlenius nodded slowly. He got up rapidly and helped Donna up. “thank you boy. Lets go” suddenly they hear a hight pitched sound. The palace bell was rang once, indicating it was second rooster crow. Donna led corlenius through short cuts, soon they were outside the castle. The bell rang again, this time twice. Corlenius and donna exchanged glances, it only happens when there was an emergency in the castle. ” someones knows about me escape” corlenius suggested. “halt! Do you think you can get away?” a familiar voice ranted from behind. Donna swallowed hard, without verifying he knew it was a fellow Knight. Corlenius turned quickly. He stretched a hand towards the intruder, his eyes blazed rapidly. At the drop of a hat the knight fell down. Donna was gobsmacked. “did you kill him?” “he would be up soon. Thanks again, you must go now, the soldies are alerted.” with that he hopped on a horse previously provided by Donna. He rode through a thick

PROLOGUE It was a dark cold night in vinceville, the capital city of Brynophia empire. The city was generally busy in early hours but deserted at nights owing to cold and activities of ‘underworld bandits’ as they were called. Few people walked down the streets, some on horses while others trekked. Chirps of birds nucturnal birds disturbed the serene night. Fransesca finished preparing dinner, she’d dished out the meal in white floral ceremic plates before placing them in a steel tray. The woman walked to a fairly large room, serving as their living room. An old man with a mix of grey hair sat on a woodened stool, he held a vulture’s feather, dipped it in a thick black liquid and continued sketching. Magnum was a blacksmith, his irons were already in a furnance, before the crack of down they would be soft enough to be hammered into swords. He rose his head gently, a warm smile graced his face. His wife was hardworking and beautiful, he’d won her in a contest organized by her father. She was the most valuable gift the gods gave him. Francesca blushed, she broke the eye contact then kept the tray on an oak- hand-carved table, easing off its content. “dinner is ready” Magnum nodded twice. “you worked hard. Call the children lets eat” “yes my husband” the old lady walked to an adjoining room, she stood at the doorpost. Peeping. “ociel, Alexina! Dinner is….” she was distracted by rustling sounds from behind. Curiousity got the best of her. She turned to see a sword pointed to her. Her assailant’s face was masked. “move!” he ordered, motioning his sword to her left. Francesca was scared, she muttered incoherent words as she walked in front of him. She gasped, seeing Magnum tied to a chair. “who are you!” the woman inquired weakly. She got a hot slap for reply. Francesca fell to the floor. “search the whole house” commanded a man who plausibly was the gang leader. Three men dispersed to different directions. Their swords were unsheated. Frank searched a small room. A fruitless search it was! He meant to step out but halted upon hearing a whimper. Ociel instantly placed a finger on Alexina’s lip. She was vibrating under a mahogany bed. Especially when Frank walked towards their direction. She felt he had seen and was coming for them. Frank heard another sound, he traced it to the bedpost. The young assassin shifted his torch towards the sound. A K---y came into view. He hissed loudly exiting in annoyance. His fellow assassins were already with their leader by the time he got there. “did you find any?” asked sylvius, the leader, with a glint of hope. Frank shoke his head. “where are your children!!!” sylvius thundered. Magnum smiled, he succeeded in untieing his hands. Sylvius flared up. The old man’s smile irritated him. He unsheathed his sword, pointing its tip to Magnum’s jaw. “do you want to die, old man?” Magnum pressed his legs hard against the floor, in a quick jab he back flipped. Stricking sylvius jaw in the process. The latter fell but quickly got up. Magnum untied his feet swiftly. Sylvius tweaked his glove clad fingers. Frank got the message, he struck Magum in the stomach, with his sword. “lets get out of here” sylvius ordered. “what about the woman?” Frank asked, pointing to Francesca. “obey your superior!” their leader thundered. The two other assassins kept quiet, if Frank could be scolded who were they? While at the door, Sylvius turned, he withdrew an arrow from his sling bag. With a perfect aim he sent it into Francesca’s heart. He hopped on his waiting black horse, the horse made sounds as he struck it to run faster. His mission was accomplished, he was paid to finish off Magnum’s household. Alexina and her brother got out from their hideout, realising the men had left. The two wept bitterly, wailing and screaming in agony. They lost their parents in a day, within an hour! This day a fate was changed and destiny thwarted. The soft heart in Alexina revolved into a heart of fierce lion. The incident completely changed her.

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About the story:
Alexina, a younglady existed in the time of magic, a period when infiltrating christianity had no stronghold.
The era of empires and emperors, kings and kingdoms, knights and templars.
Vinceville was ruled by Great emperor Aurelius II. A heartless heathen who believed leadership was all about greed and tyranny. His subjects suffered a great deal, no one dared complain. He, however wasn't the god's chosen.

Alexina's destiny was to find the chosen one, overthrow Aurelius and let the chosen rule. She was a skillful fighter, sword manipulation was her hobby, though she possessed no magical powers.
Her skills alone weren't enough to bring down Aurelius vast army and ocean of sorcerers

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Fate. Episode 2 · ****************** “Why have you decided to enrol Dave in a school in the city, is’nt there a community secondary school here at Ejule village? “my dear calm down….why do you sound like you don’t want the best for your one and only son, David” John asked Anibe. …..”Dave is our only child, the only person that bears our name, of course i do want the best for him…i want him to have a better education and live a good life, but the school you want to enrol him in, is a private school and very expensive, where would we get the money for his fees? Does that mean we won’t eat in this house again? Moreover, the school belongs to the wards of rich and influential people in the society. How do you want Dave to feel among those kids? He’ll surely feel inferior. Do you want him to join bad gangs just to be like the rich kids? I hope you do understand me” Anibe explained. ………”now i get where you are coming from woman. We gave David a good and godly upbringing, we thought him morals, i don’t think he would depart from it. And about the money, don’t worry, God would provide. I’ll do everything possible and legal, to make sure we live a healthy life and that David goes to school” John replied. “okay if you say so………….oh! I almost forgot i put something on the fire, let me go and get it” Angela mutterd, forcing a smile on her face. ___________ John laid on the bed smiling as he remembered like a movie, the conversation between he and his darling wife before he sent David to ‘salvation high school’ located at Amola, a more civilised town than Ebule village where he resides with his family. “At long last my son is graduating, all the toils and pains i went through to pay for his terminal school fees were not a waste, rather an investment. I would have regret it if i had sent my precious David to the community school in this village whose curriculum is upgraded with frequent strikes of the highest order” John thought to himself. ***THE FOLLOWING MORNING*** Its a beautiful monday morning and as usual, Dave woke up earlier than anybody in the house so he can have enough time for his home chores and yet not run late for school. After all the morning chores, devotion and sharing of pleasantries, Dave was ready for school. He wore his only pair of school uniform; a sky-blue trouser, brown belt, milk coloured shirt and a pair of black sandals. He never forgets to take along with him, his ‘headboy’ name tag, it earns him respect from his juniors and even everybody who reads it. ……”Dad…mum..am off to school” David said softly, after he emptied the plate of rice he ate as breakfast. He picked up a book and dashed out of the room. “hang on Dave….take this…” his mum said, stretching forth her hand to give David a hundred naira note. David thanked her and left. He knew the money is for his transport fare and lunch. _____TO BE CONTINUED____

Fate. · Episode 1 ***—-*** “My son, what is the problem? Why are you looking so sad? Mr John asked his son, David who sat down on a woodend stool before his father’s two-bedroomed house located in the middle of the village. …. “ehhh… ehhh” David said, clearing his throat to reply his father. …”dad you know that my graduation ceremony from high school is coming up next week saturday, but the problem is that, the school authority insists that we wear black suit as the uniform for graduants. Father, i know that with our current financial status, you will not be able to buy me a suit to wear for the occasion; i was thinking of being absent that day, but dad, am the outgoing headboy of the school, i need to be present” David replied his father with worry written all over his face. “Don’t worry my ‘headboy’ all would be fine, i will see to it that you get a brand new suit for your graduation” John said, whilst tapping the back of his son, in an attemt to cheer him up. Finally, he won as usuall, that beautiful smile he loved to see on David’s hansome face found its way in. David is now grinning from ear to ear “come here” John said softly as he opened his arms wide enough for David to squeeze in. They both hugged, smiling like a happy family that gave all they ever wanted. …..”Are you going to stand out there till eternity? Said a soft voice from the living room. “your food is getting cold you had better come and take it while its still warm” the voice continued. That is Mrs Anibe, she is the mother of David and a wife to Mr. John _________ The family were all in the living room already, John and Anibe sat on the two plastic chairs available in the house, to eat their meal. While Dave sat on the mat a few metres away from his parents mulching slowly his dinner of cassava pudding and okra soup which had become a daily routine, probably because John farms mainly cassava on his inherited piece of land. ………..”Dave you are still eating? When will you ever change this slow-eating attitude of yours? Anibe questioned. …”But mum, i need to masticate the food properly to ease its digestion…” David breathed. “okay o, make sure you clear the table before going to bed” Anibe replied. …”yes mum, i will…good night mum, good night dad” David is the only child Mr and Mrs John have, theirs is among those families that struggle hard only to make both ends meet, but yet John is keen on giving his child the best education he can offer. “i must give my only child the goose that lays the magic egg” he would always say. In his own view, education is like “a goose that lays a magic egg” if not so, what is the difference between him and a doctor, a lawyer and all the professionals? He usually question himself. …………David is always proud of his dad, though he can’t provide him with all the good things of life, the love he showers is just enough, on the contrary, David find it hard to understand his mum atimes because she easily gets mad at him, she practically wants to dictate all his moves, though she do get emotional and caring occasionally. ………..”is she just being over protective? That question remains a puzzle to him. ——To be continued—- pls your comments show you are following

About the story:
David a young boy was born without a silver spoon,
His dad wanted all the best for
him, though his mum is
unusually cold
towards him..... He finally secured
admission only to be faced with
the
greatest tragedy of his life! His
father went missing.
HOW WILL HE COPE, WHAT IS THE MYSTERY BEHIND HIS MUM's ATTITUDE? WHAT
WOULD BE HIS FATE?
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