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OSOGBO, SOUTHWEST, NIGERIA.

SAYO

She clambered down the steps of the podium and walked down towards the admin block where her office was located. On her way she walked past the cafeteria and could still hear the muffled voices of people as they chatted over their meals. She was feeling hazy and many thoughts ran through her head. She felt like flying and running away from those voices, jumping into a bed, switching of the light and sleeping till God knows when. She had expected an easy meeting with the Director General and the tourists this morning but nature always had an unpleasant or unexpected surprise for us. How could he have known? Who else knew about their findings? Who is that man with the Scarface? She thought. She tried walking faster but her high heels prevented her from doing so. She felt like removing the shoes and flinging them down the hall.
Her tummy lurched and that was when she remembered she hadn’t taken any food that morning; but how could she when she had an important meeting and briefing all scheduled for same day. All through the past few days all she could think about was how well she was prepared and food was the last thing on her mind when the D –day arrived. The meeting with the DG had gone very well and he even went as far as commending and thanking her for the good work she has been doing. The briefing with the tourists was also near perfect until that man had entered the hall and soiled everything. That man! My instincts don’t deceive. She thought. I knew something was amiss when he strode in, if only I could have stopped him. But wait even if I had stopped him, it doesn’t change the fact that someone who isn’t supposed to know about the details of a classified project knows about it. He sure looks like a journalist with that side pouch of his though but that’s one hell of a scary journalist she had seen in a long time. But even if he was a journalist what was his business with my work. Damn those Journalists, they never put their noses where it belongs.
She turned right at the end of the passage and stopped in front of a room with a silver painted iron door and a name plaque emblazoned at the top with the words;
Miss. Sayo Adeyemi
Acting Director, Antiquities and Research.
She sought for the keys in her jacket pocket and fumbled with it in the air before inserting it into the key hole. She entered the sprawling office closing the door behind her and slumped on the rug like a dead log of wood. She kicked out of her 4 inch high heels as she placed her two palms on the floor resting are arms backwards sitting down and staring up at the ceiling intently. The room was dimly lit and one could hear faint sounds of the rain falling outside. The office was large enough to be a mini warehouse. Adjacent the door were the windows which covered most part of that side of the wall and when you take a look out of it overlooks a thin passageway that runs to the back of the Culture building and in the distance the southern part of the ancient city of Osogbo lay sprawled with thousands of rusted zinc roofing sheets dotting the landscape. The centre of the room was occupied by a large table with collection of books stacked neatly to one side and to the other end a white Apple Laptop sat. A couch was behind the door as you opened it and on the wall to the right beside a tall cabinet was a colorful painting of a Hausa man weaving a basket, the great Queen Amina of Zaria portrait hung close to it.


She walked up to where her handbag was, searched through it before retrieving a mirror to look at her tired face. She smirked at the image staring back at her. Sayo is a thirty two year old lady of average height, brown complexion, an oval shaped face with lovely dimples and black eyes. Today her dark black hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. She was slim and fit a result of years of exercise and healthy living. A closer look and you would think she’s was just twenty two and this fact was fueled more because she was unmarried. On the outside she looked though and a nonsense kind of woman but a closer her approach to her would reveal a timid and gentle hearted person. She was best known around her workplace as the Face of Culture office and had worked at the Culture office for little over a decade who had rose to the position of Acting Director through shear hard work and intelligence. Prior to her appointment as a director she was the Zonal officer in charge of antiquities and ancient sites in the South West Zone. Her whole life had revolved around arts and no wonder she had followed her passion after graduating by joining the National Culture and Heritage Commission. Her passion for arts had been kindled while young when her immediate brother who their parents never allowed to go into arts but forced to read medicine would steal away into her room under the guise of tutoring her would bring his painting canvas to draw exclusive images which where although lifeless but had lots of stories in them which her brother always explained to her like a fairy tale what each paint, each stroke in an image meant. While in the university she would organize free arts exhibition out of her meager student income to encourage interests in arts by her fellow colleagues who would prefer staying in front a Tv set watching Nollywood movies for hours rather than stay in an exhibition showroom starring at lifeless images or paintings for even five minutes. She was a firm believer in her local culture and arts and always argued that Nigerians don't know what they were losing neglecting their culture and embracing the western pop culture.

She felt some pain in her tummy again. Sayo rose awkwardly and headed for the small refrigerator that was near the cabinet. She opened the door and saw it was near empty except for some oranges, packs of Kilichi (a brownish fried then smoked cow meat), some loaves of bread and a bottle of Ketchup. She was too hungry to be making a choice of what to eat orr not. She picked four loaves of bread and 3 pieces of Kilichi which she stacked in between the loaves to make a Ham and spread the ketchup in also to serve as her sauce. She sliced two oranges and squeezed into water filled glass cup with a sieve on top to collect the stones and adding iced cold water from a jug. She took a bite of the ham and downed it with the chilled orange drink she had made. She finished the food and felt some relief. Sayo packed the left over oranges and returned them to the refrigerator. She made for the couch and laid down resting her head on the shoulder of the settee and few moments later she dozed off to sleep.

SCARFACE
OSOGBO, SOUTHWEST, NIGERIA.


It was 18:24hrs but nightfall was rapidly descending on the area. The street looked deserted except for a car parked in front of a large old warehouse building. Apart from two other uncompleted building on the street, the warehouse was the only standing building. Wild bushes ranged from right and left of the building and weeds had almost overtaken some parts of the road while the total length of the road was lined with different sizes of deep pools of dirty. The chipping of crickets and croaks of frogs rent the air and large flocks of small birds screeched overhead as they headed back home for the night rest.
The sounds of the fauna in the environment were however shortly interrupted by the clanging sounds of heavy metal and moving things around the front of the warehouse building. The warehouse which outside was only plastered and not painted had a large wooden door made of thick mahogany in the front. Seconds later the large wooden door swung open and the silhouette of a short man emerged from behind the door and seconds later another figure followed the short man. The short man who was around 5 feet gathered the large wooden door struggling to close it while the other man puffed smoke from his cigarette into the air as he watched. When the door was latched, the tall man strode forward towards the packed Nissan car while the short man followed behind. The tall man reached behind the boot of the car and unlocked it he motioned to the short man to come over.
"Bring it down here" he called out.
The short man walked slowly towards the car carrying something big and heavy in a black polythene bag. He was panting and struggled with the bag as he made his way forward. He signed with relief when he dropped the item inside the open boot of the car. The tall man rested slammed the boot of the car with a thud rested his heavy body on the car door while short man moved to his front standing akimbo.
“So when should I expect the other goods to be ready?" The tall man asked
"Am working on it ser, but it won't be ready any soon. It took a lot of effort for us to get this and one of my boys was almost caught while breaking in"
"I understand this, but that's more reason we have to rush things and wrap things up around here"
"I know sir, but it's risky now to go seeking the other collection now that the Police would be on the trail of the burglars and it would be little time before they connected the dots if we strike now"
The tall man looked away into the night. He threw the cigar the leftover cigar he was smoking and marched it as he scratched the scar below his right eye. He sighed and said “Before they discover anything we would be out of here, trust me. It's just a little patience before we hit it big, trust me Shyna, something big is coming."
The shorter man looked down as if he was searching for a missing something before responding "I don't doubt you my boss"
Scarface looked at the young man with admiration. Shyna had been his loyal Man Friday who had worked hand in hand with him in all his deals. Once you saw Shyna do some work, be sure its Scarface that’s dictating the tunes from behind. Scarface had met Shyna in a local bar in Abuja where Shyna hand tended to him. Scarface had needed a mole to be placed in a big arts gallery that house a masterpiece needed by one of their numerous customers and Shyna had surfaced to be the perfect candidate for such work. Shyna had graduated from a Polytechnic with an upper credit certificate in hotel management six years ago and after his youth service had come to Abuja to seek greener pastures. He had submitted numerous copies of his documents to firms but after months he got no response. Frustrated and dejected he applied as the Manager of the bar when it newly opened but was only offered the position of waiter. He had no option than to take it so as not to idle away and the job would at least help him keep body and soul and pay some bills although the pay was ridiculous and he lived mostly on tips given by wealthy customers who frequented the bar amongst which Scarface was. One day he had approached Scarface and explained his predicament to him, handing Scarface his credential so he could help secure a better job. Scarface had promised him a job and briefed him on the requirements of the mole job which Shyna jumped at immediately and pulled off so brilliantly and with time became an integral part of Scarface plans. He had that small and innocent look around him and due to his smallness was light on his feet and this made navigation through narrow passageways easy for him when being chased by the security. He also was very understanding and never asked too much questions about a task they had on hand. He always did what was expected of him not minding the dangers inherent in it and with all these Scarface had elevated him as his assistant and took him along wherever new opportunities emerged.
"How many packages do have we got now?" Scarface asked breaking the silence. He dipped his hands in his chest pocket to retrieve a Rothmans cigarette pack. He opened the cover and picked one out of the pack offering one to his partner. Shyna picked one and lighted Scarface's cigarette. Scarface took a deep inhale and puffed the smoke into the night air.
"Six my Oga " Shyna responded.
"Good, I need to go meet the old man and see what he has been able to raise from his own side"
"Aye, boss. That's true how is he doing now?"
"Getting better with time ".
"Extend my greetings to him"
"I would. I should be leaving, I will call you later “Scarface said as he walked to the driver side of the car and opening the door and drove off. Shyna turned back towards the warehouse walking slowly and kicking an empty plastic water bottle out of his way into the bush nearby.

luvmijeje: Onegig well done. So far beautiful story.
But two things, can you please write ur main characters in one update i.e pls try and make ur update longer.
Also since your story is set in two countries, I will urge you to describe ur characters in details. For instance I will love to know the height, colour, nationality and accent of Scarface.

I would definitely do that but just giving out bits of information for now. These are just teasers to what will come. I would have loved to give out the details of each characters in one full stroke as the come into play but i believe it would be much more interesting for each reader to create the ideal description of each character with me giving little clues as we go on.

Thanks for your encouragement and word of advice. I will definitely try and update more longer pieces. Be expecting two or more chapters or scenes God willing before tomorrow evening. Also i just made an adjustment to the existing scenes by writing the locations of each scene to make it more understandable for the readers .

[quote author=JoBlè]Thanks for the update. You write well. Just one thing though. . .it's staring not starring.[/quote]Sis thanks for the response. I do appreciate your comment and i corrected the error you pointed out.
It was a typo.

Ok another update.. Sorry for the delay.

OSOGBO, SOUTHWEST, NIGERIA.

SCARFACE
The skateboard rider skewed from left to right and jumped high to avoid a wooden box in his way. With such lovely dexterity he moved left, did a double helicopter and stirred to the right again; he crisscrossed the snow course right to left , picking up what looked like golden coins as he passed. When he finally glided to the far right he performed the nose grab quite efficiently and was on the verge of finishing the task of combining the Indy and double back flips when he crashed into a hidden pile of iron railings stacked by the side of an open ice valley.
"Ouch...." He cursed as he hit his hand against the steering wheel in frustration. He had hit the horn button in the process and a sudden blast of the sound filled the afternoon.
"Bloody hell... He cursed.
GAME OVER. GAME OVER. GAME OVER the message blinked on the phone screen.

He hissed, exited the game and dropped the phone on the front passenger sit. The phone's home screen showed with a background picture of the Sahara desert flicking to life. After a few seconds the screen saver time displayed 16:21 hours. He sighed and stirred uneasily in the front seat of the Nissan car. He was far bigger than the size of the car as he barely fit in the front seat of the car. To make the sitting more comfortable he had adjusted the seat and the seat was now touching the rear seat now. He had been sitting in the car for the past two and half hours and was already feeling numb in his feet. He hated to be kept waiting doing nothing and had tried to keep himself busy by playing the skateboard game on the phone. He was trying to beat the highest score when he had crashed into something and dropped the phone frustrated from the lack of success after countless retries. He had been told the briefing would be starting by 15:00 hrs and had come earlier so as to be able to monitor things. He promised to do this and didn’t want to disappoint the boss. Scarface had sworn his loyalty to serve him even if it meant sitting his ass in the front of the big and imposing structure of the Culture Building filled with lazy civil servants for hours.
"It's simple, I can do this" He muttered to himself.
"I have done far more bigger jobs for him” But this was very important. He recalled the earlier discussion he had with the boss. All you need do is just ruffle her feathers and let’s see her reaction.

He looked up and could clearly see the front view of the Culture office. The atmosphere in the city was quite sunny today a break away from the previous clouded days. Although it had rained all through the morning and the wetness could still be noticed on the grey paintings of the Culture House the sun now loomed high in the sky. The building was located in the central part of the ancient city of Osogbo and had been built in 1908. The building was once a cathedral during the Colonial days but it now served as the southwest regional office of the Nigeria Culture and Heritage Commission after the Anglican Church which had occupied the building had moved to a sprawling site at the outskirts of the town. A visitor to the Osogbo would think the Church still occupied the building because it still maintained its church like outlook. He building was donned in the west wing by a calved statue of Holy Mary and the Calvary cross can be seen on the roof of the north wing.

He was instructed to wait for a call before taking any action and was asked to dress as a tourist. With these in mind he had gone through the trouble of shopping to purchase a polo shirt and pair of jeans so he could pass as a tourist. Left to him he would have come dressed in his more homely brown torso that he was accustomed as he felt awkward in the new clothes but he couldn’t help but appreciate his new outlook. He had even noticed some female passersby glancing at him which was new as nobody ever cared to look at him in the past as they were more preoccupied with trying to get out of his way.
He was brought back to reality from his trance by the sound of his phone. A message flashed on the screen and on opening it contained just the words in capitals.
"PROCEED NOW"

He stretched sideways and reached for the side mirror tilting it sideways to look at his face satisfied he picked a small pouch that was on the dashboard. He alighted from the car closing the car door. He stretched his fatigued body ad arranged his clothe well before making his way towards the Culture building, crossing the over the alley that separated the building from another.

The building seemed crowded today with tourists and local people dressed in different traditional attires roaming round the front desk of the office building. In the far right corner by the pavilion he could see some traditional bata artists playing their two ways drums while other members danced away to the melodious sounds coming from the drums. He made his way through the crowd and had to shove away forcefully a woman who was trying to put an events lapel pin on his shirt for a fee. After signing the visitors’ book he navigated upstairs turning right and headed towards an open space with several tourists occupying sits arranged in front of a small podium. He located a vacant sit by the far right corner of the hall and walked silently there placing his feet gently on the concrete floor to avoid attracting unnecessary attention. On the podium a smart looking female official of the National Culture and
Heritage Commission was addressing the gathering when he sat down and placed the pouch on his laps.

"...we would love to take you all around the various sites and show you the impeccable and lovely scenery we have been blessed with in this part of the world. We would be visiting the Staff of Oranmiyan in Ife, the two headed palm tree in Ipetumodu, the Water Falls in Erin Ijesa, The Centre for Black Culture and Understanding with its large archival of books on ancient Yoruba history and lots of other interesting tourist sites. I hope you will enjoy the stay in our dear country Nigeria but please before I take my leave I will entertain some questions? She explained. She looked aright and left at her audience and spotted a stout afro-Caribbean man who was sitting at the left hand corner of the hall who was already standing and had his hand risen up.

“Yes sir” The official gestured at him to go on.
“Maam” He spoke in accented English. He couldn’t place the accent but sounded like someone from the Caribbean
“I would love to visit any archives on the Old Oyo Empire. I am working on something with a similar topic and I need books or documents that are authoritative and fully detailed about the old empire. Where can I get these?” He asked.
"Sir, the centre for black culture contains such and much more. Also we can schedule a separate personal tour for you in that respect. Meet the lady at the front desk, she will be willing to help you out” The official replied.
“Thank you” The man muttered out.

He scratched his head and looked round the hall. No one was interested in asking more questions. This is the opportunity. He thought. He stood up and muttered. “Ma”.

The official looked sideways to where the deep husk voice was coming from. The man who was standing was of average height, dark in complexion, bald held and was wearing a white polo shirt and a blue denim jean. He had dark fiery eyes and on closer scrutiny one could notice a big round scar below his right eye which made him look fearful. He looked more like one of those undercover journalists with the pouch by his side than an average tourist.

She gestured for him to continue. “Please Sir, tell us your name"
He never thought he would be asked his name. He wanted to tell her Scarface but that name was unpleasant in this situation. He decided he should give her the name he wrote downstairs and quickly remembered it was Johnson, yeah Johnson sounded nice.
“Johnson” He croaked out loud enough as one could see sets of crooked teeth caused by over exposure o smoking
“Okay Mr. Johnson. I am listening” She quipped.
“How true is the news going round that your office has found, has fou…. “He stammered.
“The Golden statue of life?” he added
"Golden Statue of life?” She asked surprised. Her face flushed and she lost composure for some few seconds before she gathered herself back and continued to talk.

“Hmm…hmm…” She cleared her throat. "Mr. Johnson, I can authoritatively tell you that no such thing has been found or seen. If it were to be true our office would be first to announce such findings"
"So you believe in its existence?" His face glowed with enthusiasm and the scar twitched like it had a face of its own and was making fun of someone.
"Existence of what please?"
"The Golden statue of course, the one the goddess bestowed on the first man to cross the Osun River" he went on.
“I don’t believe in the existence of such “She flared back.
"But the town is awash with news that what your archaeologists have been at a site on the Groove in the last few weeks"
"Am sorry sir I can't help you with such information, we have no reports indicating such and mind you our archeologists have been working on excavating some ancient relics which were actually kitchen utensils used by the first settlers of the Osun Groove and not your so called Statute of Life" She fired back with an uneasy look on her face. “Is that all sir? “She asked.
“Yes, that would be all for now” he replied.

Scarface sat down but one could notice the suspicion and look of distrust in his eyes as he starred squarely at her. Something about that question had unsettled her. After settling down into his sit he started shuffling some items in the pouch he was carrying.

After answering some few more questions from the gathered tourists, she thanked her audience and walked down from the podium. The audience in the hall rose and everyone seemed to be talking at the same time. Scarface slipped out of the crowd and headed down stairs. I have played my part, I need to report to the boss he thought. He took the flight of steps in quick succession and by the time he was outside the rain had begun to drizzle back. He guided his pouch to his side and made for his car.

swaggerkid: Alright Now...Patiently Waiting

Abeg make una never vex for me.I already typed na to just upload.NEpa dey do me strong thing

swaggerkid: Intresting I want More...pls update

luvmijeje: I'm enjoying this story. *following*

I would update the next scences before evening. Stay tuned

DAY 1
SOUTH SIDE, CHICAGO, U.S.A

CHRIS

Chris woke up to rays of sunlight piercing his eyes through the drawn curtains of one of his windows. A glance at the small clock by his bedside showed 9:25 AM and he wondered how long he had slept and what was he wrong with him sleeping his late in the morning. He pulled off the bed covers and placed his feet on the floor and sat upright. He paused for some few moments trying to gain composure before he tried standing but felt a sharp pain in his back which forced him to sit back on the bed. After several retries he managed to gain a standing position and held on to the wall for support as the pain emanating from his lower bite harder. He felt fatigued and his felt like it would explode. He scanned the room but couldn’t make out anything as his vision was blurred and his eyes itched badly. He made his way forward towards what he felt like was the bathroom stumbling into something hard. He reached the bathroom door and as he grabs the door knob to open he heard the clanging sound of something breaking. He slowly opened the door and entered the room and headed for the cabinet which was located to the left as you entered the bathroom. He shuffled through the cabinet until he found the painkiller bottle he was looking for. He picked two tablets and swallowed before opening the tap to rinse his face. He stood frozen as he starred in utter disbelief at the reflection of a painted face on the mirror in front of him.

Chris prided himself as a handsome African American man. But who won’t if you were 6’2 inches tall, had an athletic body, jet black hair, deep black piercing eyes and a smile that could melt the heart of even the most stoned cold lady you could ever think of. However staring back at him in the mirror was the black painted of a total stranger except for the seeming resemblance of his eyes and the twitching long nose of his. He gawked at the mirror and was at first scared to even touch the face. He summoned the courage and touched his face and went on to touch his nose to really know if he was actually dreaming or hallucinating. He opened the tap and rinsed off the paining on his face. The water in the sink turned black as he rinsed the out the remnant paint on his face. He felt a deep pang in his head again and when he raised his hand to rub his head with water he felt something strange and only when he looked up at the mirror to see his face did it struck him that he was bald.



This caught him by surprise as the only time he ever had his hair cut this low was when he was back in elementary school. His mates had bullied him back then and they constantly hit the bald head and they only stopped few days after some hair had grew back. After that incident he had promised himself never to cut his hair that low again.
All these were bizarre to him. What had happened to him exactly? He closed his eyes thinking if he closed his eyes and pretended he was asleep hoping he would wake up to see that this nightmare was actually a bad dream. He was lost in his thoughts when he felt something vibrate against his tummy; he looked down and searched through his pajamas pockets to find a phone as the source of the vibration. He looked at the screen a saw it was a call he pressed the green answer button and placed the cell to his ear.

“What’s up dude?” The voice on the other end boomed.
“May I know who this is please?” Chris grunted.
“It's me Alex”
“Alex, is that you?”
“It’s me. I have been trying to reach you all morning, hope you got home safe yesterday?”, Alex responded.
“Safe? From the look of things here I am far from safe. I looked into the mirror few moments back but it wasn’t my reflection I saw in the mirror”
“Really, whose did you see then?”
“My face was painted black like a Devil from one of those African village movies”
“Oh!” Alex gasped
“And to cap it I got the stone cold haircut now. Isn’t that interesting?”
“Hold on a second please Chris”
Chris heard someone call Alex’s name in the background. He opened his mouth to talk but Alex interrupted him. “Please let me call back in the next few hours.” And the line went dead.

Few hours later Chris picked up his phone and dialed Alex’s number. After several retries, the phone was connected on the other end and one could hear the blasting sound of a machine in the background which showed he was still at his weekly routine of working the garden. Alex was a lover of nature and used to be a member of the local branch of Friends of Earth back in L.A until his family had to move down south.
“Hello”, he said with a deep breathing laced with apparent exhaustion from the mowing.
“Tell me, what happened yesterday? “
“Any thing wrong?” Alex laughed.
“Seems like a hangover. Do you care to tell me what happened last night and why the hell is my room so scattered and am feeling like a train just over ran me?”
“Seriously?”
“Chris, don’t tell me you don’t remember anything?”
“I don’t”
“So what do you wanna know?”
“Everything Alex, and I mean everything.”
“Okay, am going to give you the short version and would hook you up with full details when we catch up later”
“Okay I am listening”
“You got sacked yesterday “
“Sacked? You sure?”
“Yes and you seemed happy. After getting the letter and packing your personal items, you called me, Ron and another friend of yours to hit the club and celebrate your deliverance from the neck wrecking job.”
“Wow that’s good news. So you mean I lost my job and actually went partying?”
“Yeah you did... You went on rambling on and on yesterday about how much you wanted the spell with the company to end and you were glad you are finally free. Even went as far as cursing your boss as someone who would work the bottom out of a brother for a half the dough”
“That was nice of me to say. You need to see my boss.... “
“Your ex. boss” Alex interrupted.
“O yeah! my ex boss. He’s a pain in the ass. I just hope I hit his bald held with a baseball bat before I left the office. So what happened exactly?” Chris continued.
“We hit the bar and picked up some girls , did some nasty stuff and when it was getting dark you took one of the disco girl, paid her off and said you had took her home to show Sarah how it was done.”
“Really, did I actually do that?” Chris said surprised
“Yeah bro and the girl was hot, your type, brunette with all the curves in the right places”
“You mean I actually took a girl home while I knew Sarah was around? I don’t believe that Alex.”
“Believe anything, you were soaked in booze and if we had put you to test to show us were your pigheaded butt was I guess you would have touched your big head.
“Slow it down, slow it down mate, I ain’t gonna take that from you know”
“But that’s the truth about yesterday, you can't change the fact. I got pictures of you grinding to some crazy dance steps. You need to see it man, you were so hot.”
“Wow! I need to go back to sleep. This seems like a nightmare but that brings me to the question, where is Sarah? I can’t find her”
“Dude, Google ain’t your enemy. Maybe you type her name in nit and you might just be feeling lucky and get her where she's swearing in front of your mama’s door.”
“What do you mean swearing in front of my mama?” Chris asked shocked to hear about his mum.
“Your girl called to inform me you had a nasty fight last night and she had to put up with one of her friend uptown, she was sounding serious and cursing over the phone that it was over between you two.” Alex answered.
“Really?”
“Dude am not ready for this gossip, Got a 11 a.m. appointment and if I keep giving you a break down I might as well be fired and we might as well have a redo of this convo tomorrow, only that this time you might happen to be the one giving me answers.”
“Ok, friend I understand.”

“Thanks and just take care of your self. I will call you later”. Alex said as he disconnected the phone. Chris placed the phone down and looked round his room at the filth. He felt his pockets searching for his wallet. Am out of a job, my girlfriend of two years is AWOL and the last thing I don't wanna face now is my credit cards missing. He thought.

Okay. I am joining the queue. I will be posting parts of a book I have been writing for eternity. I will be updating haphazardly. But trust me . Am finishing this book unlike most others who would leave you on the cliff. The story is staged in two places. The US and Nigeria. If you like adventure, thriller and sizzling romance I guess this is for you. I promise not to disappoint but please just support me. I would give you little summary but pardon me I have never thought of that while writing it so i will just give a brief description. The story is about a young Black American who is of mixed parentage i.e. His mum is American while his Dad was a Nigerian. His Dad left when he was six and twenty years later after losing his job and had nothing to do decided on an adventure of seeking who His dad really was.

With the little information he could garner which was nothing considering it only contained the full names of his dad and that the dad was a traditional chief from one of the ancient cities of the Yoruba tribe Chris set on a life changing adventure. An adventure that not only changes his life but brings about the discovery of an ancient relic and brings to spotlight the many tales o an African city.

The story is purely fiction but mixed with some elements of real life stories. And just before you turn it off "it has an happy ending." So just sit back and enjoy. Thanks