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Francis brought out his own phone, and scrolled to 'Recent Calls'. He dialed the first number.
''Hello.. Benjamin, abeg no come again. I've got this controlled already'' he spoke when Benjamin picked up.
''Haaa, i'm very close-by oo. I'll release the boys, but i'll still come over.''
''okay, no problem in that case. I'll be waiting''
''aaight''.
''yeah'', Francis put his phone back in his short pocket.
Thomas got tired of waiting, and was already preparing to go. He decided to say one last sorry to Francis, and take his leave. He approached Francis again and this time had a half smile on his lips.
''I'm really sorry for the disturbance. You see, i've been looking for my wife and...''
Francis nodded.
''...and I havn't been able to find her anywhere. I saw her car outside your compound now and I thought she was here.''
Francis nodded again.
''but please, If you see any person that might be looking for her car, or anything that might get you suspecious, just flash me please''
Francis nodded, again.
''Let me give you my number... Its...''
Ann's phone beeped.
It beeped again.
With one swift move, Ann brought the phone out of her purse. She stared at it, but so much glucose mixed adrenaline had got into her eye sockets that she could not even clearly. Slowly, the image became clear.
The two beeps were messages from her network provider.
Once again, the early-morning-effect had made the sounds unusually loud.
The two beeps sounded in a second. That second could have been enough to do the damage, Ann thought.
She swallowed her own saliva. Praying.

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Her mind hooted one last swear before she jumped to her feet and started looking frantically everywhere around the house. She followed her instincts and ran to the kitchen.
Outside, Francis was still trying to prevent the four men from entering the house. He knew he was not going to be able to stop them, but he had to try, atleast.
''What is my wife's car doing outside your compound?''
''How should I know? Why not call whoever your wife is and ask her''
''Look, Mr.Man, I did not come here to joke. Where is my wife?''
''Maybe you should be asking yourself that question''
Thomas looked outside once again and scrutinized his wife's car. They had checked it before, it was his wife's. The only problem is that it wasnt parked directly in front of this compound, but this was his best lead.
He looked at Francis again. He then looked at the three men, one at a time, then he started walking towards the building.
The three men took his cue and followed suit. The last huge man pushed the gate fully open and allowed himself in completely, immediately proceeding towards the main building too.
Ann kept her ears to the ground. Her legs were shaky. What was she going to do? Why did she come here, she thought.
She heard a very familiar voice speaking, ''search everywhere, dont leave anywhere''.
Meanwhile, Francis was making some phone calls. He was still by the gate.
Ann trusted her instincts and started listening to foot-steps. The early-morning-effect made them sound louder. She quickly saw a door in the kitchen, and assumed it led to the backyard. She moved her hand to open it, but paused. What if they were outside, and in the backyard too?
She had no other choice now, did she? If she stayed here, she'll be seen, so its better she takes the risk where there is a fifty-fifty chance. She unbolted the door and twisted the handle very slowly. As it began to open, she heard the front door bang shut. Her palms became wet but her pace increased.
She finally got out through the door. She was in the backyard. She ran to the corner to look. There was nobody in sight. She looked around like a child who had got his white shirt stained with stew, after so many warnings.
It was now or never. She halted again. She was not sure if it was all the men that were inside or there were still some outside the gate. She took her chances, anyway. She started running towards the gate, bending down to avoid the windows.
Francis looked back. He saw her running towards him, her shoes in her hands. He almost burst out laughing but was somehow able to control himself.
He quickly pointed her towards a structure that was on the far end of the gate. He remembered that the men had checked there, and were unlikely to check it again when they came out. He couldnt let her run outside the gate like that, without any clue of where she was going to.
Ann opened the door to the structure. She went in. It was a toilet.
The Landlord of the house had built shops in front of the house and had built a toilet inside the compound for the shop owners to use whenever they were pressed. All the shops were vacant for now, however, because the area where the house was located was not very open. It was still a developing area, and it would be hard to just decide to start selling things in a shop in that kind of area.
Francis didnt like the area too but he had to stay there for the time being, until he was able to afford the kind of house he liked and in the kind of environment he wanted.
Ann held her breathe, even if there was no sign of putrid smell coming from the toilet.
The men came out from the house with a mixture of plea and anger written on their faces. Thank God he had asked her to wear her shoes inside, Francis thought. If not, they'ld have been busted.
''sir i'm sorry, we could not find her inside,'' Thomas started in a funny way. ''You'd have to understand with me, please, I thought she was here''
Francis nodded.
The men still stayed outside, looking at Ann's car. They imagined where she could be. They looked at another house nearby, but feared going in and getting the same failed results. Thomas brought out his phone and called a towing company.

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Ann looked around the house. It was nicely decorated and had a nice smell, something like strawberry. She tried to get more of the smell into her nasal tract. It was almost as if she was hyper-ventilating. Her surveying eyes came to a halt at the very familiar plaque that she knew too well. Francis had it while they were still together. He always talked about it and never for once moved it from its 'sacred' position. Francis had told her that he got the plaque when he came in second place in a quiz competition that his school was invited to partake in. Alot of other schools were invited and he was chosen to represent his school in the quiz category of the multi-category programme. Top figures in the society had also attended the event and his name was even published on one of the prominent newspapers at that time. Ever since, he had carried that plaque as if it were gold. Her subconscious smiled as her eyes moved away from the carved wood.
''so how have you been?'' Francis interrupted her mind stream.
''Very well, thank you,'' she was being formal, like she had just met him for the first time.
''hmm, i can imagine'' Francis chipped in, rather sarcastically.
''Is this your house?'' she changed the topic.
''Yes, I live here, but I dont own it. Its rented.'' he gave a slight smile.
''Nice place''
''thank you,'' Francis replied. ''is there a reason for this...err...'' he searched for the word. ''...err...rare visit?''
''erm.. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come this early,'' she tried to sound indifferent. ''I didnt mean to disturb you and your wife''
''Where did you put her?''
''huh? I dont understand''
''you said 'my wife', so i'm asking where you must have kept her for me.''
She laughed.
''You're not married?''
''No'', he looked stern.
Ann sighed. ''I wish i'd been as wise as you''
''how do you mean?''
''This marriage thingy. Its not as...as rosy as people think it is''
''Well, it might be.., with the right people.''
Ann smiled.
''I guess the right people arn't always available.''
Something suddenly entered Francis' mind.
''How about your husband? Is he aware that you're here?''
she shook her head.
''Whats happening?''
''I ran away from home. I cant take it anymore.''
Francis gave a puzzled look.
''And he has not tried finding you?''
''I think he has. He has not just found me yet.''
''what about your phone? He doesn't call you?
''I've changed my sim-card''
He looked at her intently.
She caught his eyes.
''so what are you planning on doing?''
''I dont know. I'm not sure. For now, atleast.''
''What if your husband finds you one day?''
''I'll run away again''
''Have you not considered divorce?''
''No. He won't allow it. He wont''
''Look, if you want a divorce, you'll get it. I'll get you a good lawyer, you'll file him the letter, and all he has to do is sign it.''
''I'm scared. He seems so...so...powerful''
''Dont worry, I'll handle that part. All you'll have to do is append your own signature first''
she nodded.
''What about you?''
''what?''
''you've not told me anything about yourself, yet''
''whats there to tell? You know almost everything already''
she smiled, again.
''I know what I see on TV. What about what I dont see on TV?''
He let out a smile of his own
As he was about to reply, they heard a knock on the gate. Then another knock. Then another. The knocking became furious, and persistent.
Francis caught Ann's gaze.
''Are you expecting anyone?''
''No.'' he looked at the door, as if he could see through it. ''Did anybody know you were coming here?''
''No... I mean..yes, just my friend. Or maybe friends.''
Francis looked at her.
''Okay, you just stay here. I'm coming''
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Ann went to the window and shifted the curtain a little to allow her view. Flashes of when she looked through the window at her own house came pounding through her mind lenses. She shook her head. What i it with windows? She thought.
She watched Francis approach the gate, following his every step. She admired his height and stature and started thinking about the time they were together. She jolted back into the world of the conscious when her husband came into view. He looked furious. Yes, he should be. How did he find me? She wondered. She was still in shock when two other men pushed through Francis and forced themselves into the compound. She was in trouble now, and she knew it. Francis tried to argue with them, but another very huge man came in and started uttering what looked like words of threat to Francis. They were staring each other in the eyeball.
She did not know what they were saying. Did they know that she was inside here? Shiiiiit!! She remembered. Her car!


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One of the three boys was just there staring blankly at something. I didnt really care what he was staring at, as he wasnt important. The other two were listening to Bros Okon's lamentations and occasionally chipping in some words.
Suddenly, a car drove by and stopped. Four boys highlighted and were walking towards the bench. Their faces were angered and clearly, they had not come to buy something from Bros Okon's shop.
''Who is Okon?'' one asked.
''who is Okon?'' another asked.
And like Judas Iscariot in the bible, one of the boys who was sitting with Bros Okon and giving ears to his lamentations just pointed slightly to him. Betrayed by the finger.
In the form of camera flashes, a thunderous slap had landed across the face of Bros Okon.
''Let me explain...let me ex..''
another slap ensued.
''wait, wait, you dont unders..''
A punch brushed his chin.
I think it was then Bros Okon got the drift. The more you talk, the more the pain.
The boys dragged Bros Okon away from the chair and towards the sandy road.
I stay off campus, in a very big house with a huge compound. The landlord lined up about ten shops along the fence, most of which have been taken. The area was some-what local, or let me say, in a much more enclosed environment. The street was not straight and was deserted most of the time, so just the people outside at that time and who lived close-by, could see what was happening.
As the boy dragging him let go of his shirt, another boy cleared Bros Okon, and he fell to the floor.
They were beating him so much, I frequently looked at my own skin to make sure it was still okay. I did not envy Bros Okon at this point in time. Kicks to his face, chest and everywhere their legs could get to.
One of them looked at all of us and carried a stick. He moved swiftly towards us, shouting, ''go inside, will you go inside!!''. We all scrambled inside. Curiousity, however, did not allow us stay inside for a long time. When we got out again, I noticed that all the shops around had closed up.
Bros Okon was on the ground, and they were delibrating on putting him in their car trunk. Deep in my mind, I knew that if he entered that trunk, he was not coming back.
Suddenly, Bros Okon got to his feet and took flight. Everybody was awed by what was happening. In some seconds, however, we could see them bringing him back and slapping his head. They went to fetch sticks and branches from the plants around and used the weapons they had acquired on him. I felt pity for him. I even felt like we had betrayed him. Somebody who was our friend, who did his business right in front of our house, who we saw everyday and joked with every other day, was now being beaten like an animal in front of our house! Our big house! With many people in it, and we were just there looking, looking as helpless as the man on the ground himself.
For a brief moment, i felt brave. I wanted to implore everybody to fetch sticks and chase these strangers out of our territory, but..but..but.
They chased us inside again. We ran for our own lives.
After a while, we heard an engine start. We waited a little, then went outside. It was dark already. We could see a figure moving on the ground, and for a brief moment, I thanked God that he was alive.
We moved towards him. I made sure I was not in front.
He was bleeding. He was messed up. His clothes were ripped apart already and I started wondering how he would go home. He had a wife!
One of the boys who also lived in the house went inside and came out a minute later with a short.
When Bros Okon got up, i could see the brutality.
My subconscious laughed again. This time it wasnt a laugh of humour, it was a laugh of uncertainty. ''No one is safe in this world,'' I thought.
The following day, Bros Okon's shop was not opened, throughout.

NB: this is a real life story, just a little fictionalised. ..A little bit.
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We were outside with the others, looking at the unfolding events. Everybody was talking to somebody. Nobody gave anybody the opportunity to talk for more that twelve seconds before they kick started their own talk. Everyone had his own view of the situation on ground. At a point, it seemed like I was the only one listening. I turned my head slightly to look at the shouting woman who was frantically raining threats on Bros Okon, as we called him. Bros Okon was just sitting on a bench beside his shop, his face in his hands. He got up and started to lock up his shop but his face frowned as he took another look at Bisi. Aunty Bisi, as some of us called her, was still shouting at the top of her voice, never seeming to get tired. Her voice, however, had cracked. Her face was still red from the slaps she had received earlier.
''you ehn, you! You! You dont know me oh! you do not know me at all. Who are you?? Who are you?? You you..you..you common poor man. You dare slap me. You dare slap me. Me?? Me!! The daughter of Fadeke! You do not know anything...''
Other women were restraining her, obviously not because they were scared she would go and beat up Bros Okon, but because they knew if they let her go, she would receive another slap and return to them.
A smirk formed on Bros Okon's face.
''Who is she threatening? Me?'' I imagined was what he must have been thinking.
It was evening, around six o'clock, i think.
It was already getting dark, and the noise was reducing.
As i took another glance at Aunty Bisi, I burst out laughing. Well, not outwardly though. I was laughing within myself. I laughed because I remembered the events that had led to this hullabaloo.
Bros Okon was in his shop, doing his everyday work. His generator was singing its favourite song outside and the side which held its exhaust pipe was facing Aunty Bisi's shop. Ronke had been sitting with Aunty Bisi for a while, chatting and gossiping, and other things women do. She saw Bros Okon put on his generator and its exhaust pipe was facing where they sat. They were sitting at an angle ninety to Aunty Bisi's shop and so the smoke was directly at them. It was not much though, but that did not stop Ronke from asking Aunty Bisi why she had allowed that kind of thing and not said anything. Aunty Bisi had told her not to worry about it, that she was already used to it. She called Bros Okon a ''stupid man'', that he always did stupid things and she did not have time to start a quarell with him. Everybody knows that there had always been bad-blood between Aunty Bisi and Bros Okon ever since he started selling some of the things that she sold. He was selling them as a side business to add to what he was doing already.
Ronke, however, could not take it. She felt it was unfair that somebody should do such and be allowed to just get away with it.
Ronke stood. Aunty Bisi gripped her arm but she wriggled her arm out of the grip. She walked energetically towards Bros Okon's shop.
''Bisi said that the smoke is disurbing her shop,'' she started rudely.
''which smoke?''
''ahn ahn..smoke from your gen naw''
''ehn, tell her to come and tell me by herself then''
''I'm telling you that the smoke is disturbing us there and you are telling me another thing''
Bros Okon got up from his plastic chair.
''I said you should go and tell her to come by herself,'' he said, obviously pissed off by Ronke's rudeness.
Aunty Bisi didnt want to leave Ronke alone at the war front, so she came forward to help out.
Ronke did not calm down, she continued.
''Stupid man, people are telling you that your smoke is disturbing, you are not...''
Before she could complete the statement, a slap had tested her face.
She fell to the floor and was clearly dazed as she fell again when she was trying to get up.
Aunty Bisi was about to chip in something that we never got to hear, because as she motioned her mouth to talk, a slap also landed on her left cheek. She became imbecilic immediately. She did not give up. She tried to talk again, and another slap landed on her right cheek. Even from where I sat, and in the near darkness, i could see Bros Okon's fingers on her face like a tatoo.
That was when everybody rushed to interfere and help out.
In another five minutes, the two parties were like boxers at different ends of the ring. Bros Okon was on one end with people talking to him, some advicing, some just ''whyning'' him. On the other end, Aunty Bisi was being attended to by fellow women. They were also talking with her and pleading.
Soon, people started leaving them and returning to what they were doing before the incident. That was when Aunty Bisi started screaming, wording curses and abuses. Ronke was nowhere to be found.
It was later I discovered that she had gone to phone some people about what happened.
After thirty minutes, Bros Okon had locked his shop and was sitting on the bench outside his shop. Three other boys were sitting with him.

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I'll start with mine. I was never a fan of writing in the past, because I never really liked the idea of sitting down in one place and cooking up something like a story. It just looked boring to me. I liked reading stories very much, but writing was just not my thing. Then ASUU came! My writing even exceeded my own expectation, as I combine both true life stories and pure fiction to create the perfect write-up. I dont know about other writers but when I'm writing, I dont usually know where the story is heading to. It kind of catches me by surprise too. So, yes, I'm also in the same kind of suspense my readers are in when i'm writing the story. Its almost as if my mind knows the full story, but I dont. So i have to wait for my mind to tell me what happens next before I, myself, even knows whats happening.
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It was a period of longer days and shorter nights, so the sun was already peeking down at the earth. The morning dew had begun to dry and the sleeping flowers were all awake. The day was beautiful and carried a fling of joy with it. Ann did not, however, share in that that joy. She was going to find out what was happening today! She was going to make her decision today. Yes, she had to.
She drove at a rather slow speed. Maybe to give herself more time to think and prepare herself, she did not know. She however, knew that there was no going back now. She had to go. She thanked God that she was able to calm herself enough at Blessing's house to ask for Francis' address. And she also thanked God that Blessing had the address. She silently prayed that she left his house with good results. Good results? She thought. What good results? She did not even know what she would consider as a good result right now. Her aim was just to reach the house and whatever happens, happens.
Her phone rang as she was about to make the final turn. She picked up.
''Hello, Ann, Its Dupe,''
''Dupe...hope no problem?''
''No, not at all,'' Dupe said at the other end. ''I just wanted to make sure that you were driving safely.''
''Aww, thank you very much Dupe. I am. I'm even driving too slow for my liking.''
''Its the anxiety. Just be careful. See you later.''
''I will, thank you dear'' Ann dropped her phone.
Ann parked her car outside and made her way towards the black gate.
She knocked.
She knocked again.
She knocked the third time, and simultaneously looked at her watch. It was seven o'clock a.m.
She had come this early because Blessing had told her that Francis might leave early for work. She did not want to miss him.
She knocked again, and this time, she heard a small shout from inside. She heard doors opening, especially the loud sound of what she assumed to be a burglary protection door.
She heard foot-steps and her heart thumped with each foot-step.
He finally opened the gate and his mouth parted slightly open. Of everything he was expecting, Ann was the least this morning. Especially after what had happened the previous day. He thought she would stay off a little and have some time to think things over first. Although, he knew she would eventually come, but he was not expecting her this early. Not yet.
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As Ann sat on the leather chair, she heard Francis voice say, ''What should I get you?''.
She shook her head.
''I do not want anything for now, Francis,'' she said firmly. ''we have to talk.''
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Mr. Moses Okene was driving by the street when a sudden sight caught his attention. He looked around suspiciously and brought out his phone. He just kept driving slowly and later picked up momentum. He parked his car beside a popular resturant and tried his friend's number again. This time it went.
''Moses man, whats going on? This one wey you call me this early''
''I have news oh.''
''Ehn ehn, spill it out''
''I just saw your wife's car''
''Where?''
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She just stood there, her eyes locked on his. Was she to be happy? Was she to be scared? Was she to be apologetic? Yes she was apologetic, but it had to be more than that. She was confused. Here, stood the man whom she had loved with all her life, and he had loved her too. He might have even loved her more than she loved him. All that does not matter now. She had betrayed him, she had betrayed her promise to him. Was that why God punished her with Thomas James?
Memories poured down like the rains, and soaked her mind. She started feeling hot, her legs were shaking, her heart was pounding and her lips trying to say words, words that her own head could not comprehend. Suddenly, she felt all the heat transferred to her eyes. A tear drop burned her face.
*3 minutes after*
Blessing had succeded in convincing Francis to feel comfortable. He was sitting on the sofa now, with his eyes very wide. He was looking at her, but he was not looking at her. It was as if he was looking through her. Then he turned his gaze to the TV.
Blessing was just as confused. Only that she was confused for a different reason. She did not know what was happening, but her curiosity had the better of her and she could not just let him go away. She had to find out what her husband's friend had to do with her own friend.
She made an excuse about wanting to get him some orange juice. His gaze turned to her once more. His eyes were refusing the offer, but his mouth was too heavy to say anything. Only a body builder could lift those lips.
Blessing smiled and took silence to mean ''yes, please''. She got up and headed straight for the kitchen, where Ann had run to some minutes ago. She was very careful not to step on the broken pieces of glass cup Ann had broken earlier.
Blessing moved slowly towards her. She used her fingers to catch fresh tear drops and then hugged her.
''Whats wrong?'' she finally asked after she released the embrace.
''Thats him,''
''Thats who?''
''Francis. Edward Francis. Thats Francis''
''Yes, thats Francis, I know''
''You dont understand thats...''
Blessing put her hand on her mouth at the sudden realization. So that was the same Francis Ann had talked about.
''That your boyfriend?''
''yes,'' Ann replied as she used her finger to wipe yet another tear drop.
''How..what..what are you going to do now?''
''I dont know, I dont know...I am very confused.'' she had managed to put her tears under control.
''okay. But why are you now crying dear? He broke up with you, whats..''
''No. He did not break up with me. I broke up with him. I caused it.'' she felt another round of tears trying to break loose. She fought back the tears. She fouught bravely, and she won.
Blessing's jaw dropped literally. She then remembered that Francis was still in the sitting room, waiting for her. She managed to regain her composure quickly, and rushed to the fridge. She brought out a pack of juice and rinsed a cup. She put the cup and pack of juice in a tray and headed for the sitting room, leaving Ann in the kitchen.
By the time she got to the sitting room, Francis was no where to be found. He had gone.
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