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otipoju:
Until you meet me.

Na you go UnCloth by yourself when the time reach.

Some fish you spear, some fish you encircle in a net and others you hook with a bait.

A man must sabi different formation and know how to bide his time.

Boss, that wan nor go nice at all nah.

You nor be gentleman?

The bus broke down at the worst possible moment right after the men discovered their package was gone. Awa slipped into the tall grass before anyone noticed. Then someone shouted. A gunshot cracked through the night.

Chaos erupted behind her. She ran. Red dust swallowed her feet as headlights flared to life.
The pickup engine roared, men piling in, hunting.
The package thumped against her ribs- the flash drive that could bury powerful people. Her lungs burned. The open field offered nowhere to hide.
Then a motorbike burst from the darkness. Malik. “Get on!” he yelled.
She jumped on, arms locking around him as bullets cracked through the air.
The bike shot forward, bouncing over stones, the wind tearing tears from her eyes. Behind them, the truck gained ground.
“Hold tight,” he said. They hit the narrow road at full speed. The pickup swerved, skidded, and disappeared in a cloud of dust and curses.
Silence followed.
Only the night wind, his steady breathing, and her heartbeat remained, slowly calming against his back.
His hand briefly found hers- warm, alive.
“You stole something big,” he said.
Awa looked at the endless road stretching ahead. “Not big...,” she whispered. “Necessary.”
She pulled the flash drive from inside her jacket and turned it between her fingers.
Inside it were names, accounts, shipment logs, years of proof linking the men chasing them to weapons that had fuelled violence across the North- men who shook hands in daylight and sent killers after dark.
Malik glanced at the drive, then back at the road. “My brother died because of them,” he said quietly.
“Someone had to stop them.” Awa closed her hand around the drive.
Malik twisted the throttle, and the bike vanished into the dark carrying proof, danger, and two people who knew there was no turning back now.

— Wasi Gloricia Agwa Sendey

📍Red Dust Run was published in the Issue 1 of the One Sin Magazine by 🙎🏼‍♀️ Wasi Gloricia Agwa Sendey.