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I am sorry to announce that I can't continue this story for now. I have lost the inspiration for writing this particular story. I hope to start another story as soon as possible.

Hello
I am so sorry for how things have gone so far. A lot hhas come between me and this story, chief among them been laziness. However I will try and pick up next week

Shit!Shit!! How am I going to get out of room? Tunde thought as the footsteps got louder....... Then they stopped.
Siegfried, make sure nobody gets close to the forbidden room. Our meeting must not get uninterrupted.
Yes sir.
Even Olatunde must not know of this. I can break it to him next week?
Understood sir.
Make sure the room is secured. Do it now.
Suddenly the doorknob moved aggressively, like someone was trying to open it.
Its secured, let me open it.
Jesus! Olatunde exclaimed in his mind as he felt so alone, even naked. Once the door is opened, he will be exposed and only God knows what will happen next.
No need, Siegfried. I am fine as it is locked. Let's go. The Gov is waiting for us.
Yes sir.
As the footsteps receded, Olatunde heaved thousand sighs of relief. Turning around, he suddenly noticed a small door, like one that guarded a wardrobe. Walking slowly he opened it.
And found a staircase.
His feet were shaking but his head was flying forward as Olatunde walked down the stairs, taking care not to trip and fall. With everything he had heard, it was risky to make any noise. The voices he heard was Francis and Siegfried. He was sure it was Francis. How else could he explain the familiarity he spoke about explaining things next week. What was happening next week set?
These questions plagued his mind as he kept walking. He was sure he was not heading for the exit.
All of a sudden he started voices.
We can't move now! Our base is not strong enough to make an assault on the presidency! Even as we speak, the president's Cast guard just killed the OSN's political leader and massacred the whole OSN, even their children..
But this is the best time! We will not have a better opportunity until next year and if we can kill the president, the whole country will fall on our laps.
You really think that the country will just fall on our laps? The government can exist without the president. Its an elitist government, remember?
Emmanuel, we don't need your negativity.
Its not negativity, its a fact. If we are to take the country with that move, we need more people and groups and as all opposition to the government are already been hunted, that's not possible.
Indeed!
Marcus, don't........
Grnnnnn! Olatunde cursed his phone at that moment.
What's that?
Siegfried, secure the room!
Olatunde quickly but quietly started to head upwards after switching the damn phone off, his heart almost popping out of his chest at each step taken forward. He almost got to the door, when his foot decided to skip a step and sent him crashing down towards the meeting.

CHAPTER THREE
Olatunde looked at the whiteness of the room and marveled. The lack of contrasting colors- white walls, white beds and white floor with a white air conditioner to aid ventilation was a bit awesome for him.
Tunde, this bed is very soft. Nifemi said, rolling up and down the king size bed. It feels great. We can have our first child here.
We are not living in this house, Nifemi. Tomorrow we are leaving.
Must we? This room is a fair representation of the house- spacious and warm. Francis said that........
We are not staying!
But we are sleeping here tonight. I feel Hot.
Nifemi, I am not in the mood.
Really? Nifemi walked slowly and steadily towards him. You mean that this does not please you?
Nifemi stop!
What is it? You never refused me.
There is always a first time. Besides, I am not ready for marriage, not to talk of kids. Also you told me that we are coming for Francis' wedding. What I saw today is a complete departure from a wedding.
Eh....
Eh what? You orchestrated this. Explain yourself. Tundr looked squarely at her, arms akimbo.
I must have misheard Francis.
Really? From birthday to wedding?
OK, OK. I said wedding because I did not think that you will come if I told you that its a mere birthday. I know how you hate parties.
You know that we don't have the money to waste on birthdays. Fortunately it worked well for us. Once daylight reaches, we will be off.
So any performance from you?
No! Nothing like sex this night.
OK, let's cuddle.
No. In fact I will sleep on the floor. Tunde said, picking a blanket and preparing the floor.
Fine. Nifemi walked back and took her blanket angrily.
As Tunde prepared to lay as far away from Nifemi as possible, he wondered, why now? Its true that Francis may never produce a hit like his own song, but there are a thousand and one persons that will give a hand and a leg to write for him. So why him?
Unable to sleep due to his thoughts, Tunde decided to walk around the house. Maybe he will see something to take his mind away from wha he was thinking.
The first room he entered was dark and creepy, like one of those rooms where celebrities kept their 'skeletons', dead people or charms that make them successful. If a normal person was to be afraid of such a place, Olatunde was intrigued.
Hearing footsteps, Olatunde rushed into the room, shutting it firmly. Too firm perhaps as the door refused to open.

They stepped out into the party which was winding down. Most of the guests were already leaving a few singing into the night. Skrillface was nowhere to be seen.
Its late already. Francis remarked. Olatunde looked at his watch.
Hmn, it's eleven pm. I will need to rush back.
Rush where? Olatunde, this is the Island. Before you get to the mainland, it will be midnight at the earliest. Stay over.
No, no. I don't want to inconvenient you.
Inconvenient me? No, you are not. Come on, all these rooms are empty. The people left all live in the island. Nobody stays here apart from I, Siegfried and the bouncers.
Your gateman nko?
Him too. But that's all. Siegfried has his room and apart from him, two other bouncers stay in the house as bodyguards. They have their rooms too.
That's four rooms already. Olatunde counted. How many rooms are here?
Eight. Four at the back, four upstairs. Its a big house. So you can't inconvenient me.
OK. Let me look for Nifemi then.
Fine, I will be here.
Olatunde walked away from Francis, still thinking about his proposal. Hundred thousand every two weeks? For song writing? Who won't take that? He wondered if Francis was in his right senses to offer such. What if the songs he wrote did not make the desired impact? Even if it was successful, how does he want to sustain it?
Olatunde suddenly noticed Nifemi at a table, sitting close to Siegfried. A bit too close to him, Tundr opined. Her hair was looking a bit scattered and her clothes were quite rumpled, like she had a rumble. Did she.... Nah. How can he think like that after everything she had done for him?
Ashamed of his thoughts, Olatunde walked towards Nifemi with a calm, unjudging face.
Hey, where were you?
I was talking with Francis. What happened? He asked, curling her hair.
Oh! I was involved in a fight.
Really? How come?
This woman came around claiming that I am seducing her husband.
Were you?
Tunde, you can really ask that?
I am sorry. He said, his eyes suddenly getting droopy.
Tunde, you can pretend! Anyways, I did not know the man involved but she did not believe me. Then we started fighting.
God! You have to embarrass me.
Come on! It did not last long. Siegfried here stopped the fight before it got serious. Then someone called the woman. The husband she was fighting over was outside, kissing another woman! Imagine the shame she faced from everyone. We should be going, its late.
Francis offered his place for us this night.
Really? Did you tell him yes? Her eyes were beaming like a fully charged lantern.
Nifemi! Don't you think we will inconvenient him?
Oh, that's true. But its really late. Its almost eleven thirty.
I know. We will sleep over.
OK.

mercyymai:
have u forgotten u have an ongoing story?

No. I was out of data and just had to borrow data. NYSC has not paid my June allawe and it has been a bit hard for me

Circle of three by rapmike
This is a story about three young undergraduates who go through issues together and therefore bond and fund more than friendship in the university

That's Friday's update and Monday's update too. If I can add more before Monday runs out, I will send it, if not by Friday.

CHAPTER TWO
Nifemi and Olatunde walked into the party in gloomy spirits. Olatunde had excessively spent on the dress she wore to the party, the transport they had spent was twice the amount he budgeted and the gift they brought- a bottle of Royal Regal, had caused him an extra ten thousand. He had unwisely poured his frustration on Nifemi and now they were quite annoyed with each other.
Otherwise, the party was quite lively, with various artistes in attendance. Skrillface- an upcoming musician was performing while the likes of P-square, Flavour, Tiwa Savage and other popular musicians were discussing among themselves.Tunde could see Linius Okoro and Chijoke Martins, upcoming movie producers who recently made blockbusters in the movie industry.
In a far corner, separated from the whole entertainment, was Francis. Francis Okon, the main reason why he was there. Francis, who had made millions and taken his music career to the next level with his songs.
Francis, who looked surprisingly sullen.
Francis.
Francis looked up, surprised that his name was called and was more surprised who called his name.
Tunde! Tunde!!
He ran towards Olatunde, hugging him tightly and swinging him around.
Tunde! How long has it been? Three years? Four? My good God! Tunde, you have slimmed down.
Olatunde, who was more than shocked with his reception, was speechless for a few minutes.
Tunde! How have you been?
F.fffine! Tunde managed to sputter. I am fine.
Hey! You seemed out of breath.
Yes, I am actually, if I consider you almost squeezing me to death and taking me for a spin, yes I am fine.
Oh, sorry. I never expected to see you, even though Nifemi assured me that you will come.
Believe you, I planned not to come, but Nifemi made me to come.
Ah! So I must thank her then. But what happened? After we graduated, I never saw you. Even your brake light no show.
Hey, life happened.
Really? Life? I am sure you ran away from me. I mean, was our friendship worth nothing?
It was not like that, our ships sailed different directions and it seemed like you hit gold before me.
Hmn, about that gold.....
Francis! Peter Okoye called out, facing Francis. Happy Birthday man! Before Francis or Olatunde could move, everyone started wishing Francis happy birthday.
We wish you, many happy returns of the day, long life and prosperity. Hipipi, Hurry!
Francis smiled, a tear drop escaping from his eyes as celebrities moved forward to greet him.
Olatunde, meanwhile had left Francis' side and went to search for Nifemi, whom he last saw talking to a dark-skinned bouncer-like person. He soon found her, still talking to the man.
Darling, meet Siegfried. Siegfried, meet Olatunde Mankanmi.
The man smoothly extended his broad hand to Olatunde, who shook them firmly. He seemed friendly enough, although his eyes looked misty and funny, like they belonged to a total stranger.
A darker, more dangerous person.
As Olatunde disengaged his hand from the handshake, Francis suddenly appeared.
Guy, abeg show. I have to talk to you.
Olatunde looked at him, unsure of what he needed from him.
Okay, let's go.
Francis quickly took him out of the main hall into one of the rooms and shut the door. Now with no one looking or listening to them, Francis took a deep breath and spoke.
Olatunde, I need your help. You see, its true that I have made a couple of hits using the songs of our varsity days, but to be frank I have nothing else to compose. The endorsements are flowing currently, but if I don't make another hit song, I will be in trouble. Nobody moves with 'has been' in this industry, you have to be making hit after hit until your brand becomes that strong to relax off music.
Where do I come in? Olatunde asked, unclear of where the conversation was going.
Nifemi tells me that you are a freelance writer.
Yes, I have my blog, which is focused on general news and sports.
I need you to compose songs for me.
Olatunde suddenly shifted back, his eyes flickering with embers of fire.
Now, I know that the songs is what led to our problems and you hating me. I know that I have been an ungrateful friend and you don't want a repeat of that. That's why I am offering you this, not as a free job but one that will reward you handsomely.
Eh? Francis, you think.....
Shh! Calm down. Francis whispered, holding Olatunde's mouth. Don't make a mountain out of this, please! If you can't help me, be on your way. I thought it will a way to mend our friendship and bring something positive into your life, especially your bank account. It seems like you can't let go of the past, be on your way.
Olatunde looked at Francis with scorn and anger, but instead of leaving he waited and probed him carefully with his eyes. Is this a trick from Francis?
Why are you looking at me like that?
Francis, hope you are not tricking me?
Tricking you? Like seriously, I poured out and life problem and what you are worry about is me tricking you?
You did that a few times in school.
This is not school! This is life! I need your services and this will be purely business.
Okay, what is my renumeration?
Now you are talking! I will pay you a hundred thousand naira every two weeks. I will also follow your blog and try to drive traffic into it.
Really? Nifemi told you this, didn't she?
No. But she told me that you do need traffic in your blog and somehow I believe that's it is important.
OK, its a deal. So when shall we start?
Can tomorrow do?
Emm, I don't know I don't even have transport.
Fine, give me your account number.
This is it. Olatunde passed a piece of paper to Francis, who fiddled with his pockets before removing and IPhone X and typing some details.
I just sent a hundred thousand naira to you. So we are good.
OK. See you tomorrow.

Cont'd
Come on! I know you and Francis have some bad blood but that was some time ago.
Francis stole my songs and became popular, even famous and you 'just' want us to return to our friendship?
She sighed. I know, but we can use his popularity to our advantage. There are bound to be those who are involved in the music industry and you will be able to make contacts.
I have dropped that career, Nifemi. I am now a journalist.
For which paper?
Am freelance.
Really? How many people read your blogs and articles?
Nifemi don't start......
Am not starting, Tunde. I see a lot of promise in you, but you have to go out there and be counted. You can't count on the people in your past and the only one among them who have the ability to pull the crowd you need is Francis. Just think about it, because I am going.
Fine. I will follow you.
Thanks. That's why I love you.
That's why I don't love you. Tunde thought as he watched Nifemi walk away. Another money I did not budget for. He muttered as he entered his room. What can't she understand?
Once inside his room, he pulled the curtains to one side, chasing away the gloom that previously inhabited the room. Between his creaky bed, his rusty stove, his iron pot and spoon, there was two thousand naira and that was all on him. The remaining cash he had was in the bank and that was not even five figures. How does he want to cope with that stupid birthday?
Nifemi. He sighed. She has made him to spend again. He understood her perspective, no doubt but what if nothing happened? What if its the same boring event where everyone knows themselves and he is left out?
But we can use his popularity to our advantage. She said. To be fair, Francis is the only person he knew that was popular and whether its music or journalism or even writing, he needed a popular person to drive traffic to his site. At least Francis can do that, can't he?
Nah. He may fail me. Francis said to himself. But what if it happens that Francis helps him? It will cause Francis next to nothing and he needs the popularity. After all, his writing is good and he knows it.
Let me go. Francis muttered for the last time. Let me see what will happen there.

Sorry for not updating on Friday. My data suddenly finished and I could not get data until today. Will see if I can update today or tomorrow.

That's Monday's update. Sorry to make you guys suffer until Friday, but I did it that way for the following reasons:
1. I don't want anyone waiting unnecessarily for updates. I prefer there is regularity with the updates.
2. The orderliness of the updates will put me under the right amount of pressure to complete my work instead of lazily doing it.
3. I am looking to professionally publish 'velvet gloves' either December this year or next year, so I am also editing that work and compiling it from here. Please if anyone knows a professional editor, please I will need his services soon.
4. I am currently a Youth Corpers , so I have a tighter schedule, plus the fact I have to make more money in Lagos here, so I will be quite busy.
I am sorry for the inconveniences caused and I am hoping for your support, comments and constructive criticisms. Thank you.

Chapter one
Madam, no be so! A young, dark man protested
Ehen, so wetin e be? All these politicians, wetin dem dey do? Which work dem dey do? Tell me na! A short, sweaty sack of a woman countered.
Na so! Ati MMN and CON, all na the same thing! A third person spoke
You no even see the name? CON? Con na scammer for English o! The woman said, slamming her hands on the table.
Oho!
Olatunde Makanmi watched the argument at the next table, sipping his Trophy. The discussions about national politics was amusing him, though not as much as the gestures of the people involved.
E don do na! All these talk no go solve anything. The young man defended. We just have to pray for them. E no easy to lead this country.
I go pray na! I go pray for those useless politicians! By the time I don't finish my prayer, they no go sabi wetin do dem.
Aha, Mummy! Someone from another table exclaimed
Abeg, abeg no defend them oh! The woman warned. Especially that useless idiot that is the president!
WHO ARE YOU CALLING USELESS!
Every one kept quiet, including the woman who only hissed.
Unfortunately the damage was done.
Oya, Everybody on that table, Stand Up!
All of a sudden, soldiers surrounded the table on the which the argument was on going and started rounding up evryonr sitting around it. The woman who insulted the president was bundled by WO soldiers, each of them carrying one leg and arm of the woman.
Ejo, e fi mi le! Ki no mo she?( please leave me alone, what did I do?) The woman protested, dragging her hand off one of the soldiers.
Twack! A hot slap landed on her round cheeks, while another soldier landed a blow on her tummy.
Yeee! Mo ti Ku ooh!
Shut up! A senior officer ordered. Carry her out!
Apart from the soldiers and the woman, everyone kept quiet. Once the woman was outside, the soldiers took a last look at the bar and walked away.
As soon as they left, the whole room burst into low level whisperings.
Na so dem dey do!
Na why I no dey talk for this kind place, soldier fit just carry person like that.
Dem go beat am die for barracks!
Dem go rape am!
Dem go kill am sef!
The woman foolish gan!
She for run!
With those legs like bags of cement? How she wan run?
Tunde stepped out of the bar, outwardly calm but seething inside. How did it get to this? He questioned himself. The papers always report nice things about the president and his cabinet because their owners and CEOs are drafted by the President himself. Since the law banning any form of abusive language was passed into law, about a thousand people have been thrown into prison for various charges all of them been from the masses.
Tunde!
He turned and saw Nifemi walking him, hair packed to the side. Of all the girls he had wanted to see, Nifemi was absent.
Tunde, how are you doing?
I am fine, how about you?
I am good. She started. Have you heard about Francis' wedding?
Francis? How does that.......
I doubt. Francis just proposed to Cynthia two days ago.
So?
Preparations are in top gear and we were invited! I need to get that money you promised me last week.
I said next week, Nifemi. Why bring this topic up?
Because we are going as a couple.
I am not going.

I am back and am inviting everyone to another story from me. I hope to regularly post updates on Mondays and Fridays.

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This one everyone is voting for soulho
Yea, read some of his stories
But,
Here's my list
Zuby007 (I'm not sure If that is his correct username but he was the one that wrote 'There and back on time')
D9ty7 (The person whose story made me join nairaland)
LarrySun (who is even comparing himself to you?)
FLOW1759 (Chai, I have forgotten Flow's sobriquet but he usually ends his chapters with 'Still I flow')
Divepen (Even if you are the host, I will still choose you... Tongues out)
TheRock555 ( Where are you man?)
Royver (please this boss deserves $5m)
Temilade (I am sorry for forgetting how your username is spelt)
Oyinprince
Flakkydagirl
Dioxidane
Centino
Ozila
Rapmike(even though he doesn't finish his stories.)
Scarlett ( calling the name makes me shout in joy �)


And all other writers on Nairaland.
Still looking out for
Shewrites
Avatarmode
Apollux
And others


Kudos guys.

@ host, be ready to spend millions on this distinguished writers of mine


Modified :if its for this month alone, then I will go Solo.
I haven't been current either.

Kiss... Kiss. I feel so cool that someone remembered to nominate me.

But I do finish my stories (Its just one I have not finished.)
I am in a sort of hibernation while dealing with no andriod phone and NYSC, but when some stuff are settled I will return.

Calistus looked at her with sadness. I have lost her and everything.
The whole week went by without any particular interest. Even in the court proceedings he was listless, pleading guilty on every charge and asking for mercy. For a case that he shut down so quickly using his mother's vast connections, it was odd that he did not try to fight. Mr Francis and Mr Mogu were arraigned too, but with Calistus giving up and Thunder oddly killed before the trial, there was no help from anywhere. The judge sentenced them to death y the firing squad, the same kind of death that Ebuka faced.
Calistus did not looked moved, even then. His days had ended since the day Adaobi left him.

Among those witnessing the trial was Detective Arinze. His eyes flicked with doubt and unease. Detective Kolade had been suspended pending investigations of his involvement on the case. Thunder had brought his name out while they were interrogating him. That alone won't have warranted an investigation, but the day Calistus was arrested, Thunder was killed by hanging, a nail on the wall serving as the point where the rope was hung. Various police fficers were giving different stories, but one thing was sure: Kolade was around at the moment he died. Then Calistus came and spilled the beans. Now Detective Kolade has absconded his duty and he is been hunted down. What a wild month, Detective Arinze thought to himself.
When the sentence was made, he shook his head. So all the trouble of setting up Ebuka will go to waste? He did not support what they did but that did not stop him from wondering what might have been.
Their deaths were swift and clean, no body could deny that. Mr Francis begged for his daughter to be around but she did not show up. Well deserved. Mr Mogu begged for God's mercy. Calistus said and did nothing. Once the shots were fired, they alll slumped, dead.

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Two weeks later Adaobi walked to her mother's graveside, her brothers' coffins behind her. She wondered how differently everything could have ended; Loveth could have been a sister-in-law, not some burden she feels morally obliged to pick. Calistus could have contrilled about 60% of their parents properties, with her have a token sum. Instead she now controls everything and intends selling them. Not the only option, but she felt it would serve her.
Until last night.
Detective Arinze came to see her. She loathe to see him, considering how he failed to sabe Ebuka, but she steeled herself and told herself that it was not his fault. Once he was inside, he told her everything; her mother's past with Detective Kolade, his Abuja girlfriend and how everything fell in place. She could only gasp. Cassandra? She never thought she will plot their family's demise that well, though she never knew her.
After he was gone, she sat down and cried. But why? Must the children always suffer from the mother's milk? What have they done to deserve this? She then cleaned her face and stood up, heading for the bathroom. She can't afford to be weak. Her mother was strong, she too will be strong.
"Will it be necessary for me to sell the companies"? She asked Mr Bamidele. The older man was looking more aged than before. It must grieve him so much to see this; the family he had served for years turn to dust.
"No, its not. But many will advise you to do it".
"What about you? will you advise me to sell"?
"Its a tough one, but I prefer that your mother's properties stay with her children or child as it stands. It won't be easy for you if you decide to take control of everything though".
"If I do decide on that, will you be with me"?
"I will and I will help you all the way".
They lowered the coffins. "Call Barrister Osaze. I will resume on Monday in all her companies and business except for a few".
"Who will buy those companies, if I may ask"?
"Not Cassandra".
"Wise choice girl. You look like your mother now".
"No. I want to be a better person than her".



THE END

Reminiscing on what had happened, he smiled. It was always good to know important people, to give tips when due because you don't know when its going to come in handy.
Once his load fitted into a small traveling bag, he rushed out of the 'safehouse', one of the houses Calistus had under his name while controlling his mother's property. its seemed so wrong to abandon the son like that, but all good things must come to an end.
"Abuja International Airport" he said to the taxi driver once a taxi stopped.
"Nnnamdi?"
"Yes, Nnamdi Azikwe Airport." Mr Mogu said, hissing. Which other airport existed in Abuja?
As the driver sped towards the airport,an idea sprung up his mind. Instead of going to the airport and risk been caught by the police who knows about his flight arrangements? why can't he try the road to Kaduna, take a flight to Calabar and from there connect a Flight to Lagos and Amsterdam? It may seem winding, but at least he would be sure of putting them off scent.
"Driver."
"Yes?"
"No take me go airport again. Carry me go Young Shall grow bus stop."
"Okay sir."
He smiled to himself. Let the DPO and Mr Adeyemi try and follow me, the two fools. They will learn bitterly not to trust fugitives.
The driver turned towards the desired destination, trying to make small talk that Mr Mogu wasn't interested in. I need to get out of here, he thought. He had previously booked a ticket to go to Kaduna for a friend's son wedding. The fortune of everything was really perfect for him. No need to bribe people for transport fare.
As he got to the bus terminal, he quickly came down from the car, just to see police officers surrounding the place. Mr Mogu, you are under arrest.
I am damned, he whispered to no one

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Calistus was happy to see Adaobi, even though he knew she won't arrive for anything good.
Her sleeveless pink blouse and red mini skirt. So she nows wears mini skirts. He noticed.
I am hear for only one reason Calistus. Why?
why what? Why I killed mother? Why I framed Ebuka? You know the reason as well as I do.
I want to hear it from your mouth.
Fine. I killed both of them because they deserved it. After all I did for the company, mum decided to give it to Ebuka and he accepted it. What was my worth in the company, Adaobi? What was my worth as a member of this family? Tell me Adaobi?
Your worth was everything else, Calistus. Mother's steel companies, Mothers, textile factories, her big farm she inherited from Dad in Ifetedo, there were so many places....... WHY THAT COMPANY, CALISTUS?
He kept quiet. How did she know about the other enterprises?
I know about the rest of the companies and let me tell you the truth of it, the truth you avoid.
Which is?
That you are greedy. You did all those acts in order to control what was ours. Now its belongs to no one.
What do you mean?
I intend selling off all our properties to Cassandra Adams. She offered a good price for them.
You can't.....
Yes I can and I will. Goodbye Calistus.

As soon as Calistus was left alone in the same cell with Thunder, he turned towards him.
Thunder, what's the meaning of this? How did it happen?
Thunder kept mute, looking straight at the wall opposite him.
Thunder, are you not the one am talking to?
Heys! Bros better behave here! You think say because we no touch you, you fit dey talk anyhow? We dey induct new members here oh! You own go come this night.
Calistus turned around to see who spoke and discovered that it was a dark hefty dude who had two slashes on his left cheek and a good cut just above the eyebrow. His head looked like the square part of a square hammer and his muscles were twice of Thunder's own. His eyes were squarely fixed on Calistus.
For the first time in his life, Calistus peed on himself.

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The morning started beautifully for Mr Mogu. After walking out of the police station, he had quickly gone to his 'safehouse' and packed his essential luggage. He has had pleasant memories here but they all end the same way, in pain. He had been arrested by the Kubwa police force for over speeding and had hoped to escape with just a warning at the station.
Then he saw Mr Adeyemi.
Mr Adeyemi, DG of Arizona International, had come to present himself before the police every week as they arranged beforehand due to the situation concerning the finances of Arizona Intl and the investigation involving Ebuka Okonkwo. He was the last person that Mr Mogu thought he would see and the last person he wanted to.
He hoped to slip pass Mr Adeyemi's sight, but he was spotted and before he could gear his body to run, officers held him down.
Within 24 hours, he had given all the information about the finances, including how Calistus orchestrated the whole saga and how the bank account details were hacked. They wanted to throw him into jail, but he knew the DPO and convinced him that he would show up every week.
Unfortunately for the DPO, he did not plan to remain in Nigeria beyond that day.

As soon as Calistus was left alone in the same cell with Thunder, he turned towards him.
Thunder, what's the meaning of this? How did it happen?
Thunder kept mute, looking straight at the wall opposite him.
Thunder, are you not the one am talking to?
Heys! Bros better behave here! You think say because we no touch you, you fit dey talk anyhow? We dey induct new members here oh! You own go come this night.
Calistus turned around to see who spoke and discovered that it was a dark hefty dude who had two slashes on his left cheek and a good cut just above the eyebrow. His head looked like the square part of a square hammer and his muscles were twice of Thunder's own. His eyes were squarely fixed on Calistus.
For the first time in his life, Calistus peed on himself.

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The morning started beautifully for Mr Mogu. After walking out of the police station, he had quickly gone to his 'safehouse' and packed his essential luggage. He has had pleasant memories here but they all end the same way, in pain. He had been arrested by the Kubwa police force for over speeding and had hoped to escape with just a warning at the station.
Then he saw Mr Adeyemi.
Mr Adeyemi, DG of Arizona International, had come to present himself before the police every week as they arranged bed

Calistus looked at his bag. It was an extremely fine day for him. Ebuka would be executed and every one can continue with their little, miserable lives. Maybe Ada will marry and name her child Ebuka. He mused, giggling to his idea.

'Baby Konga' by Konga started ringing on his phone.
YC, why you dey call me? I don tell you shey.........
Oga, Police don catch Thunder.
Calistus mouth suddenly went dry. Police do wetin?
Dem catch Thunder oh!
For where? Calistus asked, hoping it was outside the hideout.
Na for jungle oh! Na for Panana shrine gan!
Which time this one happen?
Na today oh!
Before nko! So if this matter happen yesterday, na now you go dey tell me.
Oga no vex. Na this morning e happen.
This Morning? Calistus shock was out for anyone to see. You just dey tell me now?!
Boss no vex. Dem seize everybody phone for street. Na just now now dem give us.
Ah! Okay, I go follow you talk later. Calistus cut the phone.
Dashing into his room, Calistus went for his wardrobe first, then dropped his bag and started to pack his clothes. This is bad! This is bad!! He knew that if they caught Thunder, he may be forced to confess the truth and he will be arrested.
Once he was done, he ran off the house, literally jumped the five metres of grass that decorate the front of their house and ran through the lawn straight to the gate.
Oga, shey nothing dey happen? The gateman asked, astonished at the tension Calistus carried with him.
Open this gate! Stupid fool! He screamed back, almost dragging the gateman to the ground.
Oga, make I carry key na!
Calistus let go of him, forcing the gateman to a short burst of speed as he grabbed the key from his room and opened the padlock.
As Calistus opened the gate, his hopes evaporated.
Mr Calistus, you are under arrest for murder. You have the right to remain silent as any word said will used in the court of law!