So, I once tried to publish this story on here long ago, but things didn't go according to plan and it ended up not working out. But recently, I've been motivated to try once more. So here it goes. cheers.


DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.


**Plagiarists should keep off!


ABOUT THE BOOK: After he is accused of orchestrating the kidnap of his girlfriend Olivia; the daughter of a no-nonsense lecturer, and a huge sum of money is mysteriously sent into his bank account, after which he is also kidnapped, Sameer Sayed's day spirals out of control forcing him to engage in a breakneck race across three Nigerian cities in order to protect himself, save his girl, and stop some very powerful people from getting what they're desperately after.

CHAPTER 1 (THE ANTICLIMAX OF FIRST LECTURE DAY)

Suddenly I could feel my bed again as my face sank into the soft pillow. The aroma emanating from the soup I made hours ago filtered through my nostril as I slowly opened my eyes and looked up to behold the sluggish rotational motion of my ceiling fan.
I reached out for my phone and checked the time, it was 7:36 am. Sadly the alarm I had scheduled for that morning failed to wake me up from slumber. Was I that tired? I believe the tiresome journey I made yesterday did much to drain me of my energy. More so, I arrived home only to embark on making soup out of the chicken that mother had given me. It was my first solo cooking experiment which took a lot of time and energy. Google helped though.
The thought of making headway in preparing the soup via the aid of Internet made me foolishly imagine; what could have happened if aliens visited planet earth and took out her internet services. At the same time, I caught myself muttering; “Lord, please make it a century from now. Not when am still around.”
I pulled the sheets off my body and walked into the bathroom. Thank God for small favours, I didn’t have to go search for water as some students in the neighbouring lodge. Aside having a constant supply of water, my lodge also had a similar measure of electricity.
Looking through the window while brushing my teeth, I wondered why I wasn’t greeted with the usual sight of Coo-coo. Seconds later, I realized that it wasn’t the same bathroom window I had back home and quickly pondered; “how boring could this place get?”
Coo-coo was red-tailed among the doves we raised at home. It would perch on my window every morning and make a ‘Coo-coo’ sound while looking at its reflection on the window as though it was there to apply makeup on its pale beak.
After taking my bath and having breakfast, I slid into the white Jellabiya I had picked out from my box and crowned myself with my black Kube cap. Damn! Munir did a wonderful job on the cap as evident in the smiles that lit my face when I stared at the mirror that was hanged on the wall, above my blue plastic table. I observed that the starch was perfectly applied to give the cap a firm and shiny texture.
The cap was so far the only thing that had brightened my mood. I picked up my phone which displayed 8:30 am. "Oh come on," I grunted. "why does time fly fast when one least expect it but goes slow when one wants otherwise?" To think I am supposed to be in class before 9:00 am, No Shit! I quickly picked my bag and slid my feet into a pair of palm sandals. Looking at the mirror again, I let a smile shape my face once more. Let’s see how today goes.
*ping ping* A text message came in and I checked. Laila, my sister had sent a text wishing me well today as she had promised to. O my God, 8:31 am. I rushed out. Can’t be late for my first class.
*
The car came to a halt at the school bus park. Everyone got out except me. I couldn’t feel my feet. It was as if the blood running in them had frozen. It then dawned upon me that I was all alone and about spending the next five years of my life in an environment that now looked strange.
When I came to the school last year for entrance exams it was all lush and green. The grasses looked as though they had never been stepped on. In fact, the security personnel protected it like their personal rug. They made sure no one came close enough to violate its presumed sanctity. However, things have changed. The buildings were no longer standing majestically beside lush green vegetation but patches of dry grasses. It suffices to say that the school looks like a woman whose makeup has been wiped off, leaving her bare face exposed.
“Hey what are you still doing inside? We don reach school na.” yelled the bald old driver who pulled me back to reality. He looked at me surprised. “Are you alright?” He asked.
I could only frown my face as I shook my legs and alighted from the car. The old man kept looking at me as I walked slowly to face a new life with the Harmattan blowing its dry and dusty wind all over the place.
Federal University of Technology Minna popularly known as FUTmx was one of the foremost Federal Institutions of Technology in the country. And although my mom had objected to my choosing it for my choice of tertiary institution, as the specialized university was a bit far away from home (Kaduna), I argued that it would be exciting for me to study in an institution that was different from the conventional universities which my high school friends were attending. Dad wasn’t against it and persuaded mom to let me go and now, here I was. Perhaps, investing in sprinklers to keep the environment green all year would be a good invesent buy the institution.

CHAPTER 2 (CALL ME BART. CALL ME SAMEER.)

I walked into the lecture theatre as some eyes turned towards me. It was large with chairs arranged in tiers. Some students were seated patiently while others who slightly knew one another laughed out loud. I was one among a larger number of students who would seat and mind their business hoping to make friends in the first or second week.
I walked up and sat on one of the chairs. Moments later, a young lady smartly dressed in a red coloured blazer, a matched skirt and donned with a shoulder lengthened Hijab, walked into the class holding some books. Her smile inspired waves of beauty that swept through her face just as she revealed her finely arranged gap teeth. She climbed onto the elevated part of the hall that had a large whiteboard, hanging on the wall.
“Good morning everyone,” she greeted “welcome to Federal University of Technology Minna. My name is Aisha Mahmud and I’ll be taking you MAT111 for the semester. I would like you all to…”
Just look at her, standing confidently. She’s probably in her late twenties and could even be the youngest lecturer in the department or whole school. This could be Laila if she had accepted the lecturing job that was offered to her when she graduated from the university two years ago. But no, she chose to come out to the world and establish her own brand, which has become successful. I mean, having one of the widely read blogs in Nigeria and a clothing brand that is sought after by many is something to reckon with.
“Hey, it’s your turn.” Someone touched me, zapping me away from my thought and back into reality.
“What?” I asked looking confused as all eyes in the class were on me. It felt as though they were boring holes in me.
“Your name. It’s your turn to introduce yourself to the class.” replied the young man as he smiled at me.
“Oh, Sameer. My name is Sameer Sayed.” I said standing up.
“What were you thinking Sameer?” Mrs. Mahmud asked.
“Am sorry ma. I was just…”
“It’s alright sit down. But make sure you focus in class. Don’t let other things distract you. This is your first day.”
“Yes ma.” I said looking round the class as I sat. Virtually all eyes were still fixed on me. It felt as though they were still exploring for crude oil as they dug deeper.
“Hey Sameer hope you are alright?” asked the young man sitting next to me.
“Yes am fine, thank you…” giving him a ‘what is your name’ look.
“My name is Barotomi Toluwani. But just call me Bat.” He said still smiling.
How in the world could someone think Bat was a name to answer? How does Barotomi and Bat even go together?
“Ok, nice to meet you Bat, you can just call me Sameer” I said smiling back at him.
“Oh come on, of course I know. You think I’ll change it to something else?” Bat figured.
“Well, I mean Bat doesn’t sound like something I would want to bear as a name.” I said.
“Wait, I didn’t say B.A.T. I meant B.A.R.T, Bart.” He said stressing on the ‘R’.
“Oh am so sorry. I thought you…”
“It’s ok. Just call me Bart though. I don’t like it when people pronounce Barotomi wrongly.” He said.
Mrs. Mahmud cleared her throat as she glared at us. “Are you both going to listen or I’ll have to send you out of my class?” She asked in a serious tone.
“Sorry ma.” we both apologised.

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I was just locked out again for three days. Can anybody explain why that's happening? am I not suppose to copy and paste my work?

Elfaris:
I was just locked out again for three days. Can anybody explain why that's happening? am I not suppose to copy and paste my work?

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StubbornGENIUS:
I don't understand Nairaland's anti spam bot sometimes.Hi Dominique,can you help him out please?

I just don't understand o. Thanks for mentioning someone who could help.

Elfaris:
I'm not exactly sure what wrong I did but I've been trying to upload the third chapter since the first day but was restricted. Henceforth, I'd post only one chapter per time.

lemme also call these guys, hopefully they'll be thrilled to read this: Kaymercury rchilee haryodejy EdmundAlma Ayoshewa meneski blueflowers HelenBee EkopsparoAyara Centitan labelle123 cerowo hidhris Horladstar vakjay08 charytea honourable356 DzTzl Ayoshewa joislim missnande nastynic jonsyn7154 moffat queenitee bigbauer shurley ceecane2 marvin906 Oroolorun Horladstar genius43 dview001 dupsai oroolorun charminee Ayoshewa12 genius43 vickyluvspices nifebabe skubido lildiamond chommieblaq fertilewomb Eberechi24 chii8 marischerry chisiudeh smileing Oluwakemi65 yemike ceecane2 Nostradamus SPDAZZY explosive04 Anno81 rchilee dimssy tenderblaze sexyolori phoenixchap Evaristomonarch Gracito mitchelljnr queenDD neurojosh phoenixchap WHOcarex Damibiz dimssy SleekHoyeen jupitre rayvelez labelle123 Twizzy30 iamL iamLoyalty princessadeola switkera marianlsy IRALIFE mRaRcH olaayinkha Agp19 joshnes heemah Nmaglit WAACUT nikz Nawtiblayse donnaD Opeade939 Kaycee9242 Godwinfury Ebonyqyeen001 ADECULATE adedolapo2017 UE=RANTAALLWELL afamjb paafin HazardMan Raingirl smhart1 silvertrinity bimberry1307 sussybae Beetunez44 mcjesuspikin Bleeze2 kpagoGIN Ann2012 cyndy1000 alarmednigerian pweetygiftofGod ladidacanon preshb mekonglobal mynet11 wizsolzy warfibabe Jazmiynne fatherjp segibambo pinkfeet Boywest1 matrycx WEALTH304 youngzubi talk2saintify oluwaseunliz tonyxxx adamsbadoo stevodot22 uchihaclassiq konphido paqman Dhemmyjay Mayorkay1 Patotelli okeyben10 uthman51 jeweltab enohorglo mcbliss samexdx ChizzyMaris Jumizie13 kunleAJ solomonbrown64 magicmeemee Toeyean1507


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present sir

CHAPTER 3 (MEETING OLIVIA.)
It’s been two weeks since lecture started and I knew I could not go late to Mr. Chuwi’s class. He wouldn’t let any ‘late comer’ in, a disciplinary action which would resultantly cost forfeiture of five precious assessment marks that goes for attendance. Bart wasn’t helping matters as he walked slowly. It turned out we lived in the same lodge and he had become a close friend who either spent the better part of his free period in my room or I spent mine in his.
“Hurry up Bart, we’re going to be late. You really don’t want to miss that man’s Class.” I said hurrying down the walkway towards the lecture theatre as I pushed Bart forward.
It took him about ten minutes to get out of bed when I knocked on his door this morning. He had been busy playing virtual games at a sports center late into the night and complained of not having much sleep this morning.
“Why are you nervous Sameer? The man is not yet in class.” Bart replied increasing his pace.
“Am not nervous Bart. But that doesn’t mean I should play with five marks that could make or mar my GP. Remember you begged that I wait for you and now you’re walking slowly.”
“I’ve increased my pace Sameer. Or should we start running too? I really don’t like to receive a lecture from you on how I cost you 5marks.” Bart said laughing as he feigned running, swinging his hands in the air.
We rushed in as the wind howled on the windows. A monotone buzz of several voices hummed like an orchestra of deadbeat droids as friends greeted each other with a hug or a playful punch, while others made frantic efforts to complete the assignment which Mr. Chuwi gave last week.
Bart leaned towards me and whispered as he shook his head in disgust. “It’s funny how some people like doing assignment at the 11th hour when they had a whole week to do it. See them running about trying to find someone they can copy from. Shameless!”
I looked at the face that just whispered those self-righteous words to me. “Yes, it is even funnier to note that those words came out from your own mouth. To think I had to remind you of it while you were busy going in and out of the gaming center.” I replied with a mild demeanour.
“Ok so you reminded me of it several times but that doesn’t mean I didn’t do it myself. At least am better off those over there copying from each other.” Bart said nodding towards some students who had formed a circle round another person’s work.
We both sat down, choosing a seat that was a safe distance from the prying eyes of Mr. Chuwi.

*
Minutes later, a slender figure entered the class, commanding authority that silenced the students. Those who had been copying answers to the assignment from others, fled to their various seats in the twinkle of an eye. Mr. Richard Chuwi walked in with a book clasped to his hands. He was wearing a white shirt, neatly tucked into a black jean trouser that was a good match for his black cover shoes. At first, his eyes were cast to the floor before he suddenly realized that he had reached his destination. He lifted his head showing the stern look on his face. It was obvious that he recently had a shave. Mr. Chuwi was one lecturer we could never get the better off. Whatever witty retort we had, he had one better.
“Good morning everyone, hope you’ve all done my assignment? I would like to have them now. You should all submit it to your class rep before we start the lecture.” He ordered.
At the nick of that moment, a girl walked into the class. There was sunshine in her smile as she walked towards Mr. Chuwi. She looked casual but was smartly dressed in jeans, Ankara-made hipster jacket and a neck scarf. Her beautiful melanin popping face was made up, but not overdone and her long black woolly hair was pulled back into a pony-tail, representing the popular hairstyle among females of the university.
I couldn’t resist admiring her. There was something about her gait as she walked like one who seemed to have figured every step she would take. Getting to the front of the hall her eyes quickly moved over everyone in the class until they cut up with mine. She smiled brightly at me and I nervously smiled back, not sure of her intentions.
“Who’s that?” Bart followed my gaze after he had submitted our assignments.
I looked at him as I tried to explain that it was my first time of seeing her. “I have no idea Bart.” I finally replied.
The girl handed a briefcase to Mr. Chuwi and walked up sitting two seats in front of me.
“Wait a minute, is she in this class?” Bart asked.
“Am as confused as you Bart. And it seems she knows Mr. Chuwi else he wouldn't let her into his class.” I replied.
“That’s Olivia, she is Mr. Chuwi’s daughter and I’ll advice you not to go close.” Whispered Peter, a friend sitting next to Bart.
“His daughter? Now that you say so, I can see some resemblance even though she’s way finer than Mr. Chuwi.” Bart chuckled.
“Well she is.” Said Peter as his reply was immediately swallowed by the noise and murmur of other students submitting their assignments.
“How do you know this Peter?” I asked.
“I live with my uncle in the staff quarters and Mr. Chuwi lives there too remember?”
“Why is she just starting school today?” I asked.
“She just came from Lagos where she lived with her aunt. I heard she’s been living with them since her mum died.” Peter explained.
I was already engulfed in my thoughts as Peter and Bart continued talking. Olivia’s smile made me feel as though the world contained nothing but the two of us. Nothing else mattered to me now. I was not even giving any thought to the part where Peter warned that we shouldn’t go close.
“Ok now, settle down everyone. Let’s get started!” Mr. Chuwi’s now husky voice dragged me back into reality.

Here we are...

Beautiful

I've settled down.

Let's get started..

oluwatosin070:
I've settled down.

Let's get started..

Thank you for coming. I'll try to keep updating even though I've been restricted multiple times from doing that. the posts would have reached chapter 7 by now. I don't know what rules I keep breaking that they keep restricting me. anyways, stay tuned.

Tonyspecial:
Beautiful

Thank you. I'll post updates when I can. I'm being restricted most times. dunno why.

dimssy:
Here we are...

Thanks for coming.

I don't know why this.. smh

update us Oga

Tonyspecial:
update us Oga

I've been trying tbh. I don't know why I'm limited.

Tonyspecial:
update us Oga

I've been trying tbh. I don't know why I'm limited.

Elfaris:

I've been trying tbh. I don't know why I'm limited.

no p

Elfaris:
I'm not exactly sure what wrong I did but I've been trying to upload the third chapter since the first day but was restricted. Henceforth, I'd post only one chapter per time.

lemme also call these guys, hopefully they'll be thrilled to read this: Kaymercury rchilee haryodejy EdmundAlma Ayoshewa meneski blueflowers HelenBee EkopsparoAyara Centitan labelle123 cerowo hidhris Horladstar vakjay08 charytea honourable356 DzTzl Ayoshewa joislim missnande nastynic jonsyn7154 moffat queenitee bigbauer shurley ceecane2 marvin906 Oroolorun Horladstar genius43 dview001 dupsai oroolorun charminee Ayoshewa12 genius43 vickyluvspices nifebabe skubido lildiamond chommieblaq fertilewomb Eberechi24 chii8 marischerry chisiudeh smileing Oluwakemi65 yemike ceecane2 Nostradamus SPDAZZY explosive04 Anno81 rchilee dimssy tenderblaze sexyolori phoenixchap Evaristomonarch Gracito mitchelljnr queenDD neurojosh phoenixchap WHOcarex Damibiz dimssy SleekHoyeen jupitre rayvelez labelle123 Twizzy30 iamL iamLoyalty princessadeola switkera marianlsy IRALIFE mRaRcH olaayinkha Agp19 joshnes heemah Nmaglit WAACUT nikz Nawtiblayse donnaD Opeade939 Kaycee9242 Godwinfury Ebonyqyeen001 ADECULATE adedolapo2017 UE=RANTAALLWELL afamjb paafin HazardMan Raingirl smhart1 silvertrinity bimberry1307 sussybae Beetunez44 mcjesuspikin Bleeze2 kpagoGIN Ann2012 cyndy1000 alarmednigerian pweetygiftofGod ladidacanon preshb mekonglobal mynet11 wizsolzy warfibabe Jazmiynne fatherjp segibambo pinkfeet Boywest1 matrycx WEALTH304 youngzubi talk2saintify oluwaseunliz tonyxxx adamsbadoo stevodot22 uchihaclassiq konphido paqman Dhemmyjay Mayorkay1 Patotelli okeyben10 uthman51 jeweltab enohorglo mcbliss samexdx ChizzyMaris Jumizie13 kunleAJ solomonbrown64 magicmeemee Toeyean1507


You guys should ps invite others that are not here too. Thanks all.

Hi guys. please to those who would love to keep reading this story and are on wattpad, you can check it out there through https://www.wattpad.com/story/261834315-million-dollar-day. I've tried countless times to upload here but I keep getting restricted. I'd still keep trying though. I don't know what rules I keep breaking.