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CHAPTER FIVE


The Apex house, in the capital city Abuja, Nigeria was the abode of the President, Mr Ajuwa Williams comprised of eighty-four rooms, thirty-two bathrooms, a conference meeting room, where members of the Cabinet meet, two sitting rooms, In it, hanging in a frame suspended on the white wall, were the pictures of past Presidents in circular form, a red leather upholstery, in a harmonious colour with the rug, a large glass center table and forty-five servants and workers, that ensures regular maintenance.
On the outside of the twin duplex, a special telecommunication aerial stood on a chimney, hung on a slate by the far right corner of the corrugated sheets, a skylight and a dormer window. A thatched enclosure stood beside which housed two snipers. A plethora of about two hundred and fifty armed military men and uniformed police personnel paraded in and out, from the first gate of the driveway. A vegetable garden about a hectare situated behind the chain like wall, CCTV cameras and automatic bomb activation and deactivation button and satellite control, numbered about eighty surrounded the electric fit fence to the inside, with the later, capable of detecting any signal within two miles of launch and deactivate them, with the help of anti-missile computer. Each of the security and defense mechanism were controlled in a brick built house behind the staff quarters by the defense system unit personnel. A basketball hoop was suspended on a gutter, tennis and volleyball court were beside a swimming pool after the garden and a fully fledged clinic. The house was a prevalent structure, built in the early twentieth century in England.
The president himself stood in the balcony of his bedroom, seemingly enjoying the pleasant sight of the morning sun rise with a glass cup, half filled with a red wine. He has been a shadow of himself lately, his campaign of being re-elected into office for the second term had been very hectic, largely due to the fact, he senses a feeling of not being trusted by the people any more even though, the facts are not so legible and then, the insecurity, which seemed a perfect wrong time for his ambitions and feels is going to daunt it. The recent bombings in Baigari State and Moguil state had been very particular in the sense that these states contributed immensely to his victory at the polls. . He had been left in shambles and rage since the bombings, resulting in insomniac nights. When he does sleep, he is troubled by the night mare of being dead at the Apex house by the bombings. This was the reason for the recent deployment of more military personnel in his home. Someone was haunting him from his past, he would tell that to himself and his wife who was abroad, for a while whenever he reasons, the obvious points for the commencement of the attacks. His political enemies, he taught were behind the calamity, but he couldn't figure who. His cloud of thoughts were disturbed by the coming of one of his servants, who announced the coming of Chief of Army, defense unit and chief of Police Unit, Baigari state .
“Tell them to wait under the shade in the garden. "He dismissed her and called one of his military guard and told him to keep away the eyes of the fourth estate from getting any information as it was strictly a closed door meeting. The Chief of Army Unit, Lieutenant General Kadibe Orji was lanky disciplined, dark skin complexioned with a wrinkled face and a small pointed nose in his sixties sat in one of the four chairs already set in the garden, his chin up was clad in his uniform with pips and crowns in his epaulet. He had served in the military for fourteen years, three of those were where he worked in the artillery unit and the others, as an outfield soldier. Close to him was the chief of Defense Unit, Segun Folorunsho who unlike the former was robust looking, sat cross-legged waiting and shared similar phenotype with the Police Chief with the exception of a broad nose compared to the Chief of Defense unit tiny nose like there was none. He served in the Army as a tactics and strategy expert almost all his lifetime. Chief of Police unit, Baigari State Kenneth Orie has been in the police force for thirty years before his appointment, about six months ago. Mr Ajuwa Williams welcomed them warmly as he met them. The Chief of Defense Unit reached for his brief case opposite him on the ground and brought out a document he handed over to Mr Ajuwa Williams.
“His Excellency, here is the report of the recent bomb explosions. We are yet to nab the bombers but we have suspects in our custody". Mr Ajuwa Williams reached for his glasses in his pocket, nodded his head in approval of what he read.
“Hmmmm, I like the authenticity of the report, but What happened to the security cameras in each street electric poles. We should have culprits and not suspects and it should have had the videos".
“Sir, there was no witness or witnesses at the time of the explosion except one who wasn’t lucky enough to survive to tell”, the Police Chief stated.
“How possible is that? “
“His Excellency, all the video cameras were destroyed prior to the attack. It stopped functioning hours before the insurgents struck ", explained implicitly by the Chief of Defense. They stopped discussing, waited for the maid to serve drinks before commencing.
“Are the repairs underway"
“Yes, it's currently been taken care of. "
“Good".
Silence struck for a while. Mr Ajuwa Williams stood pacing about with his orangeade drink. He was thinking of what to do next, the next plan to execute. His thoughts were like a mold block, he couldn't come up with any plan, and when he realized he still couldn't, he took his seat back and maintained eye contacts with his subordinates.
“We need to be more pragmatic, these unknown numbers are way to cleaver and will continue to come. We should expect the next attack soon. Every checkpoint in Moguil and Baigari should be barricaded since they are the most affected states for now, every single exit and borders should too. Any one of suspicion should be gunned down immediately. As it is now, military presence is needed. All hands must be on deck. We need to contain this before the killings become insidious and grow into an epidemic "
“Yes, but we need more deployments sir, more armored tanks to keep the operation abreast," the Chief of Army unit stated.
“It will be approved soon”, he took another sip of his juice.
The maid dropped the empty tray in the kitchen, raced towards an empty room she glanced at and looked back to check if she was followed. When she noticed she wasn't, brought a phone from the pocket of her apron and dialed some numbers.
“Hello Alhaji, it's me Hadijat. The president is in a closed door meeting with his security chiefs"
“Did you eavesdrop "
“I did but not quite the exact. They said nothing when I served but stayed fir a while and heard a few things. They are planning on the next strategy that will soon commence, something about deployment of more soldiers"
“Ok, good. Continue to keep your ears close to the ground, “he hung up. Hadijat like everyone that has helped has been one of the beneficiaries of Alhaji Saheed's “good work". Once, a destitute and a street hawker, he chose for his despicable acts in years to come like the devil he always has been . Alhaji Saheed whiled away no time in calling Ruff, whatever the outcome of the meeting was, he knew deployment will take some time to execute, being part of the Government previously. It only suggested, they needed to hit soonest.
“Ruff, you need to hit immediately "
“When Alhaji?"
“Today"
“I don't think it's really possible. The exigency is soon. I need to gather the boys and pinpoint positions. It will take a while to do that"
“No damn it, you need to act now. No more questions and do as I say. Get it done today ".
“My apologies, we will do as you say", Alhaji Saheed hung up first. Ruff dashed towards their hideout, a place in an outskirt, after informing his friends. This was the place where their weapons were kept buried under the ground and where they stayed after an operation.
“So, what is the plan? "
“The plan, well, this is it. We use three taxis, stop at a distance and Forge ahead on foot in three's. There are three cross roads leading to the square and a nearby uncompleted building beside a grassy land, one group stays in it and the other on the grassy land, launch the bombs and disappear, the other should dress like the military and stay at each cross road. The uniforms are here. No one will question you because military presence will be heavy, everybody will be assumed as one, keep them busy fir a while. The street cameras there are not repaired yet so there is no need to be afraid. Ten minutes maximum, everyone should retreat into the Bush, about a kilometer behind. A car will be waiting by the side to take off”, Ruff slips his vest above his head and noticed something amiss, Rogers absence of course was it. He had the key to the box that contained the weapons under the ground.
“Where is Rogers for goodness sake? "
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“Come in", answered the doctor who was engaged in filing some paper work. Tafa and Rogers leapt into the cold office perspiring from the run up.
“How is he doctor? I have been kept waiting at the reception for some minutes with my friend without any attendance from no one till I was directed here"
“Are you Mr Tafa Waziri? "
“Yes I am. The son of Mr Joshua Waziri"
“Alright, am doctor Mark. Your father's case was transferred to me. He had an arrest about an hour ago, his heart is getting weaker by the day. The chance of surviving the next arrest is very slim, if we don't get the money for his transplant now, am afraid, we may lose him. "
“Oh Jesus, I haven't gotten the deposit yet let alone the full amount. Doctor you have to do something. There must be an alternative, can't you go with the transplant while I run for the money"
“Am sorry, it can't be done. There is nothing I can do"
Rogers phone beeped for an incoming message and left, simultaneously, Tafa excused himself to place a call to pastor Simon who didn't receive after two dials, he was to find out if his loan request had been approved. Fortunately, after the third dial, pastor Simon received,
“Good day Pastor"
“How are you Tafa"
“Not ok sir, I called to know if my request had been approved, my father is going to drop dead at any moment if he has another cardiac arrest"
“Am sorry Tafa, I just left the meeting in the church, your request wasn't granted. The church can't fund the surgery".
Tafa for a moment thought he hadn't listened well but when he heard again, he became dumbfounded, gazed into the eyes of the doctor who was still busy on his table and then Rogers who returned from taking a call. He stood in the middle of a blue sea, befuddled and never had this ugly picture he has been experiencing, his pastor couldn't help him, his own church couldn't help him, he had no one except Rita who at the moment was more than helpful. Rogers read the meaning on his face, he wanted to tell him he was leaving him for an assignment but the look discouraged him, he was his close friend and deserting him would be callous of him, for he was full of sympathy for him, if only he could help him but he was under an oath, the sect oath not to help anyone on the outside. Tafa moved to sit on his seat, whispered to Rogers ears and in few seconds, he was seen going to a noiseless area, taking an excuse from the doctor.
“Am in ok, what's the point sticking to a faithless beguiled faith when my father is dying every second? . I want the money now and then I join your clique"
“Hmmmm, ok. I don't know how long it will take to get it transferred to your account but I will get it done. It's not really our rule to till you join but I can help you and make exception. Your my friend and won't allow your father to die"
“Thanks".
An Automated Teller Machine was situated outside the hospital, as no banks was near, running to and fro and with all the logistics problems will while away time so, using the ATM was best. Rogers finally excused himself from Tafa, with the reason of having an appointment. Few minutes elapsed, Tafa received the alert on his phone about the transfer, without further ado, he made the withdrawal, proceeded to the doctor's office.
“I have the money with me now. Can we proceed with the surgery? "
“We can obviously, take it to the accounting office. I will assign a nurse to lead you", the doctor stood to leave, taking his lab coat off when a plump nurse bagged in.
“Doctor we have an emergency, the patient, Mr Waziri is having a heart attack."
“Give him another 10 Mg of dopamine immediately. "He instructed the nurse through the telephone on his desk.
“Doctor, is my father ok? Is he?"
“I don't know for now until I get there, please, excuse me ". Tafa stood dazed for a moment, he was faithless but held on to his faith for the last time. The statement made by the doctor, his father not surviving the next attack only rotated in his head, he proceeded to the accounting office.
Cuppala Square was filled with top state political figures of the Freedom Party. The local Government Chairman, party chairman and Governor led the rally, huge boisterous crowd behind them. The local Government chairman was seeking for re-election, just like the governor for the next four years in office. The former was imminent, the date scheduled to take place a week before the state. The Local Government chairman began to declare his campaign promises on stage, then the party's chairman, rounding it up was the Governor. A huge blast of a sound was made, there was a bomb explosion on one part of the square, the sound threw tumultuous crowd into panic, few seconds apart, two quick fire bomb blasts occurred, on the stage and on the roof, and then everywhere. The remaining crowd was thrown into perplexity, running pep Mel, security operatives led the distinguished political figures out of the square, corpse littered the square though some were injured to the point of being dead, only few escaped unhurt after the sound of the first explosion. The whole square was now deserted except for Emergency unit and the dead corpses.
Ruff and his team had already sped past the empty checkpoints and the barricade of the soldiers, few miles away from their drop zone. There was some sort of silence as though, they missed something. Rogers kept hitting his fist on the seat in front, muttering hare words to himself.
“Am sorry Rogers, I messed up big time. I shouldn't have gone beyond boundary", Janko, one of them apologized.
“Just shut up okay, just keep your mouth shut. What the hell were you thinking huh? Releasing launchers for the sake of fun? Stick to the plan, that was the instruction and then, you decided to do your own way by getting to kill people you weren't told to. You just killed my friends siblings, the only ones he has got perhaps, give me a reason not to shoot you, "pointed a gun at him furiously.
“Hey, calm down dude. He overreacted, that's it and probably deserves to be punished for it." Ruff chipped in.
“Don't tell me to, just let me be. How do you expect me to react. It's crazy, very crazy.
“It's done already. Nothing you can do can change that. He simply didn't know it was your friend's home. I take the blame for his actions. "
“They won't survive, am pretty much sure." Rogers nerves was calmed. He felt extremely guilty of what happened. To him, the whole operation was a mess and a disaster, he would live with. He blamed himself for arriving late, if he had earlier, maybe he would be the one to handle that position. Janko was a newbie and simply enjoyed releasing multiple launchers and throwing grenades on his first mission.
“No one should tell him we did this. As far as we know, it's the job of a rival terrorist group", Ruff stated.

CHAPTER FOUR
Rahaman University was full to the brim unusually. Many students that hasn't been present to receive lectures for months unsurprisingly, turned out to be present, tumultuous crowd tripping to the premises. It was quite expected, owing to the fact that semester exams was around the corner. Registration of students were ongoing, as well as the end of semester assessment. Tafa's one week absent ended that day. His family situation had made him lose some part of his school activities. His father's health was above average, his mother had been buried two days ago, even though, he and his sister Fatima had little time for bereavement, the latter, still in shock about the turn of events. Part of Rita's money was put into use in moving his demise mother away from the morgue. The church was yet to make a decision concerning his request and luckily , his father was still breathing. As of that point, he seemed his prayers were answered. Tranquility was restored partially to his life. He moved one or two paces faster when he noticed a queue at the notice board, students who entered the premises joined the queue. A fellow student called out his name, in a boisterous crowded vicinity, he slowed his pace and then stopped to investigate the direction of the voice. It was at the second call that he envisioned his caller. It was his course mate Ali whom he hadn't seen for a while. Ali was one of those students who they nicknamed “other students ", a group of students, many considered unserious and nuisance. Like others, he scarcely receives lectures, unless when he deems it fit.
“Tafa, longest time man. I haven't seen you in a long while, what's up?
“Family issues guy. I lost my mother during the past week. So, kind of choked up. "
“Oh, that's so sad. Sorry for the demise. I will say RIP to her soul."
“Thanks. Am late already. Are you coming towards my direction? I can see we are walking in contrast. "
“I just want to pick up something from a friend at the library. Will catch up with you later in class". He dismissed Tafa and later called his attention to check the notice board where Tafa was originally going. Tafa quickly doubled his pace with fervour. He noticed the crowd looking at him with mockery at his emergence. He wondered the reason for the spurring eyes, the unnecessary attention which made him nervous. He advanced a little, the crowd had adjusted to let him space. He now understood the unusual attention when he checked he wouldn't partake in the upcoming semester exam, next week. He had an unpaid, outstanding fees from the previous semester, the only student not to. He buried his head in shame and walked away angrily, he couldn't stomach the mockery and jest, the wicked laughter the crowd pulled, calling him, “Empty president", “pauper of a Christian ", some said God himself will drop down to pay his fees and write the exams for him Himself and the rest of dehumanizing insults and at the end of each statements, they chuckled as they dispersed. To him, it was ridiculous to think that the people gathered there to despise him, even though his name wasn't the only one on the list and unethical to publish the names that should have been called privately to withdraw instead of being disgraced publicly. That was his opinion, some students weren't happy with his evangelism in school, the progress of the increase in the number of Christians was a pain to them, so they seized the perfect opportunity to debase him. Tafa himself had discussed with the bursar concerning payment, which was to give him more time to pay up. That was two weeks before, he opined to reach the bursar's office to find out his reason for breaching the agreement.
The office of school bursar was in the administrative building, where Tafa stopped at the door. After knocking once, a soft voice ushered him in. The school bursar was a man in his late sixties, vivacious and handsome for his age who could still be attractive to the opposite Sex. His head flooded with grey hairs, round face and broad nose enough to shelter a toddler, a protruded belly which is a common characteristic undoubtedly of African men at that age. It’s significance denotes his wealth and position.
“Good morning Sir"
“Tafa, what brings you to my office", peeved by his presence.
“Sir, I came in respect to the notice on… "
“And what about it?" he cuts in.
“Sir, with all due respect, I thought we had a mutual agreement on the… "
“That agreement has been terminated. I can't concur to the agreement. No payment, no schooling, no exams".
“But Sir, I promised to pay up all outstanding debt. My mother died last weekend and my father is in hospital. You have to show me mercy. "
“Not any more Mr. We operate on the directives of the board. I have a little say in all decision making and you can't thwart that. Please, go and get the payment ready."
“Please Sir, I know you still have an iota of pity in you, you can help me once more. "
“Get out of my office now or I call the security to be your escorts".
The look of pestilence on his face drove Tafa away. Adding further embarrassment to what he had encountered earlier was what he wanted to avoid. The bursar had always been very kind to him except of course, this exception he needed the most. He couldn't fathom why he didn't want to help him out, the board never had a say in his decisions and why now, perhaps, he was in one of those days everything went from bad to ugly. Could it be the bursar was telling the truth? Questions kept popping in his head about the veracity of his statement. He knew something was not right. It didn't bother him anymore that he couldn't get help from his regular, he wouldn't miss his last semester exam for anything and his alternative was to talk to his roommate, Rogers in as much as he despised the idea.
The school bursar hated what he did to Tafa. He gazed at the ceiling after the door was shut, abandoning the paper work he was doing. Sympathy overwhelmed him and he felt his judgement wasn't fair but he couldn't change what had already been done, in as much he hated to. The threats he was given to, the previous night by unknown masked men, he conceited were the members of the said popular cultists, group reverberated in his head. It happened on a Sunday, in a cozy and quiet evening where security patrol in the staff quarters was minimum in and outside the entire varsity. Kamal and Almin were completely clad in black sleeveless shirt and trousers, with a pistol, placed on their waist, tucked in. They walked stealthily to a bungalow house, the fourth house from the right hand side of the mosque, distant from the hostels. The varsity bursar was undressing himself inside the sitting room and getting prepared to rest for the night, after the long day at church where he was a worker. He heard a knock sound twice faintly, he wasn't expecting anyone except his fellow colleague, a lecturer who was away on a visit to his brother who got injured during the recent bomb explosion.
“Yes, who are you? "
“It's Dr Aliyu", came the voice of Almin.
“Oh, you are back finally. Thought you wouldn't be back till… " he became dazed at the sight of the masked gun men, each pointing a gun at him.
“Please, don't kill me", he kept retracting till he fell on his cushion.
“Please don't harm me, I will do whatever you ask of me. "
“Be quiet old man, you won't be hurt, if you do what I say".
“Yes, I will, I will", he said scarily.
“Haha, you don't need to be scared. Just a simple task for you to do. We know Tafa's financial in capabilities, he is handicapped at the moment and he is at your clemency of not dropping out if school right? The bursar nodded in confirmation.
“Answer me man, yes or no? "
“Yes, yes", he responded in a shiver.
“Good, I want you to act on the pretext of following the directives of the board to disallow him from participating in the forthcoming exams, attending lectures and disallowed to stay within the hostel till his debt is cleared. Am I understood?
“Yes, yes, yes. Perfectly understood. "
“Failure to comply to these instructions will attract so ugly, it's own reverberations you wouldn't want to witness."
“Yes, I understand ".
“Good. One more thing, this shouldn't be heard outside the walls of this room, not to anyone. Do you understand?"
“Yes, I understand ".
“Good old man. Enjoy your beautiful night". Kamal tapped him on his shoulders and departed with his partner. Mr Lawal let out a deep sigh of relief. Soon, he noticed he was wet underneath, he hadn't realized he had peed. The fright was overwhelming and he dashed towards his bedroom for a change.
Rogers sat on his bed, with game pads on his hand playing the Xbox console. He enjoyed playing games whenever he was bored or when he had no place to go. His friends weren't at their room when he knocked, wondered where they had been without him been informed but didn't consider it absurd since it wasn't an operation,it wasn't the first time it happened to him. He ventured his time into the game playing. Tafa walked in dejected, fazed by the circumstances surrounding him, the shock he hasn't recovered from in the Bursar's office, a man that has turned to be his judas. Slowly, he walked past Rogers into his bed;
“Hello,whats up dude? You just disappeared for the weekend. Why that face huh? " still, got his attention focused on the screen.
“Rogers, I know you are still my friend,I need you more than ever, you have to lend me your ears please."
“Yes, am listening", his full attention was on Tafa.
“You know my mum died in the hospital "
“Oh, am so sorry. That's terrible at a time like this. Was that your reason for your long absent from school?"
“That’s correct. In addition, you have heard the school has ordered all debtors to stay clear of campus until all debts are cleared."
“I over-heard that. So what's your point? ", Tafa thrust his head forward once more;
“I need some dough from you please, just to pay up to sit for the exams. I will pay back as soon as possible."
“Shit, you know this a hard time, I really don't have enough right now in the trunk. I would really love to help you but I can't".
“You can ask from your friends or something. I will pay back soonest. Rogers, I believe you can help me. " Rogers sprang to his feet and took dome paces around the room, he was sweating on his forehead, occasionally wipes it off with his handkerchief. Tafa, at each pace, prayed silently to receive a favourable answer.
“I can't help you"
“You can simply tell them it's you requesting it. There is no harm in it."
“You don't understand Roomie, these guys are everywhere, their eyes are all round. They will definitely know I helped you, am sorry I can't lie to them, I will be endangering myself if I do. You can have the money given to you in full if you do fulfil one obligation "
“And what is that?"
“If you join us. Tafa don't you see your are in a mess. Wealth will be like the speck of the dust if you agree to work with us". Tafa's hope were dashed, he wouldn't be so desperate to join a sect that is against his beliefs, against his christen Dom. Rogers persuasion in him joining was not understandable, even though it was for the obvious reason. Rogers hunkered beside him on the rig, his hands over his shoulders;
“Tafa, emancipate yourself from the slavery of poverty, your intransigent attitude will lead you to nowhere but cloud you in misery and anguish and you might not really know what the future holds for you. "
“Am not interested. All I want is your assistance and I know you wouldn't help me. Thank you." His borrowed phone rang, it was a call from the hospital where his father was;
“Tafa Waziri on the line… what… ok, I will be on my way… "
He hung up and dashed towards the door, he remembered he left his bag on the bed, Rogers inquired of the problem and when told that his father had another cardiac arrest, he hurried for a change of clothes. He had told Tafa he would try to raise some money from another source unknown to the Al-hida sect, which was unlikely, since he rarely talks to anyone outside his clique. Tafa prayed once more, saying the news shouldn't get worse. It was a critical moment for Tafa. He stated repeatedly that his Father will not die.

CHAPTER THREE CONTINUES
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Tafa and Rita stepped out of the taxi at the gate. It was a mild sunny afternoon, the sun was friendly and accommodating. Tafa had a peaceful night for the first time in days, his thoughts were elated and almost forgot he had a place to go as planned till Rita got him to wake up. He wished he could continue to sleep and never wake, if it means his problems going away. A night sleep, his late mother said was by a distance, a nature's gift too precious, so important to neglect. It washes away your strain and eases your mind from stress, makes you think of your problems lightly, proffers solutions that makes you felicitous. Tafa was feeling this way when he got up, his attitude, easily noticed by Rita. He anticipated a new dawn of hope, that which could save his dying father.
They ran pep Mel to the church building , a synonymous act with a prey, hunted by a predator. The church receptionist and attendant, a young beautiful plumb lady, who was reading her Bible had told them that Pastor Simon, the senior pastor, wasn't around but his assistant, Pastor James was. Pastor Simon was a young passionate preacher of the Gospel, finished his theological school at a young age. Before becoming senior pastor, he had been evangelizing for a few years, his excellent spirit which was apparently seen by all was the factor that made him climb the ladder of leadership, eventually selected to become the senior pastor, the youngest amongst other pastors. Tafa knocked twice on the door, they could hear him praying inside. They waited briefly before they were ushered in after he ended his prayers.
“Good afternoon pastor, "
“Good afternoon bro Tafa and sister Rita. How are you all?"
“We thank God, the Creator of everything."
“May his name be praised forever. Sit down please, to what do I owe this meeting. Bro Tafa, I didn't see you in the meeting yesterday, what happened? "
“Pastor forgive me, am sorry to say this but bad things happened to me this past few days. That was our reason for coming to see pastor Simon."
“What is the problem? "You can tell me."
Tafa couldn't disclose the fact. The origin of his pathetic story eluded his thoughts. The sadness clouded his mind so much he didn't know where to start from. His mouth was wide open, his lips smacking but the words couldn't come out. Rita on noticing his plight proceeded to tell.
“Pastor, Tafa's mother is in the morgue, and his father is in dire need of assistance to be flown abroad for a heart transplant. Tafa is in a mess. "
“Jesus Christ is Lord", the pastor himself got astonished by the terrible news. Tafa's survival in a bomb scare wasn't part of what she wanted to disclose. Pastor James was already bewildered by what he had heard, shook his head sideways displeasure.
“Am sorry for the demise of your mother. It's very unfortunate to hear what I just heard. God knows why all these are happening, He will give you the fortitude to bear her loss.
“Amen", both chorused.
“Have you set the burial date already, "
“Pastor, that is one my reasons for coming with Sister Rita. I need some assistance from the church, loan or anything to save my father. I will repay the church soon."
“What you are asking for is slightly impossible. The church doesn't have a provision for treatment of one's family member. Am sorry"
“Please Pastor, now is the ultimate time to come to our aid. We just need a small amount to add to ours. Am sure Bro Tafa will repay you sooner than expected, “Rita chipped in.
“I understand your plight but am not the senior pastor neither am I the owner of the church. "
“But you can help us talk to them, talk to the council on our behalf. Pastor, you can please."
“There are protocol, guidelines to abide by. It will take sometime to prepare the money. "
Rita and Tafa kept on insisting. Their persistence and demands, all but cut a frustrating figure from the assistant pastor. In as much as it wasn't in his power, he had the urge to help them one way or the other. He broke the long silence with a question he asked them about how much they needed, when he was told of the huge amount, he exclaimed. He thought for some minutes before giving his final verdict.
“I will see what I can do. I will give you a call later tomorrow, but am not giving you any assurance that it's going to go well"
“Thank you Pastor. Surely, I know it will go well", Rita stated confidently.
“We really appreciate your concern "
“It's God brethren. Let us pray".
They closed their and said a short prayer before finally departing.

CHAPTER THREE
President Ajuwa Williams stated in a press conference during the seven o'clock hour of the morning that every citizen of Baigari State not to be bothered by the qualms, caused by latest supposed terrorist attack in the state, citing the firm position and commitment of the military and other security agencies in taking absolute control of the situation and the need for quietude. The attack was the third to be launched in the month by the deadly unknown group, who had been in operation since the beginning of the new year. The terrorist group had been a concern to the nation and international organizations and each effort to combat it so far had been futile , the group grew from strength to strength , with each attack, unexpectedly orchestrated. The news was watched by former Minister of Iron and steel extraction, Alhaji Saheed Mohammed under the past administration in his emphatic sitting room, wide enough to host a presidential conference. Pictures of politicians hung on the wall in a frame in a circumference, like every other homes owned by a politician, it's settee, electrical appliances and gadgets, chandeliers, begonia on the center table added glamour and luxury. He himself was a man in his sixties, grey hairs appeared on his head and had oval glasses on, an ex-convict, convicted of corruption and falsification of figure. He dropped the glass of orange juice he had been sipping on the glass table, reached for the remote to switch of the television, retreated to his seat with murmur and lamentations on his lips.
“Arrant nonsense, sheer class of stupidity, this is the height of ignorance and arrogance. Imagine the pep talks”, he was reacting to the news, the words of the President and mimicking them at the top of his murmur. At the height of his lamentations, one his bodyguard led a man in kaftan after informing Alhaji Saheed of his arrival. Mr Bode Samson was his oldest friend and an eye for him in the present Government. He was a serving minister of infrastructural development. After engaging in each other's warm embrace and greetings, they finally settled down on the settee.
“Did you watch the news? It seems the Government is taking the last attack too likely. They seem the presence of the military men as a savior "
“Oh, I just was about to bring the topic up, it's good for business that they take it likely, the silly things he said, I think he hasn't realized what I am turning this state into yet. How long does he think the masses will continue to believe in him? In his power to eradicate the impending menace, just like when he put me in prison and some of my colleagues? ".
“Not for long, I assure you. He hasn't yet and very soon he, would open his eyes to the realization that he has been ousted from the Apex house. "
“Very true Honourable. Oh, what a series of surprises that awaits this sorry Government. I will launch another attack by and by. I need to keep the media and the Government busy while I continue my plan of endorsing the Vice President. Elections is around the corner you know.
“Don't you think the next attack is sudden? We should lay low before launching next when they don't expect "
“I don't think so. We will only plan for it and then, relax to see how things pan out. Give some minutes, let me make a call to my loyal servants", he picked his beside him and dialed the numbers.
*************
A yellow painted building stood some meters away from the campus gate. The inscription, well above it was “Danladi Hostel", one of the male and oldest hostels building in Rahaman University. It was first class hostel, only the affluent could afford it's exorbitant fee. In one of the rooms, which was well furnished, embellished with enormous poster of Chelsea football team logo on the left side of the wall, pop artiste logo on the right, a Dolby sound system which produced sound so loud that dominated the room, game console on the center, a medium size refrigerator beside it. Adjacent it was a medium size bed and some upholstery. The room itself was large, maybe the largest of all rooms in the hostel. Reason for choosing the room was obvious, more like a room where meeting was held. More than eight men stayed in or went out frequently. There were four men inside this time, sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a white vest and black trouser, some where chest nude. Each of them held a lighted cigarette and smoking, another group of three rascals, not as good looking as the former sat on the red rug, each one drank from their bottle of gin and played chess. They unusually maintained silence. Only the loud music was heard and their head which danced to the rhythm. Apparently, they awaited the arrival of another, each time, one of them stood to check the corridor. Then, they stopped the music, suspended their activities when the door knob cracked open, the person they had been waiting finally arrived, he was of a giant and dark complexioned, and had a big scar on his right cheek. He proceeded to the refrigerator and got a beer. These men were the Al-hida terrorist group. They resided in the hostel as students they weren't and rented a room for themselves to divert public attention and for the purpose of school protection . Campus students misinterpreted them as cultists and endeavored not to associate with them, though there was no substantial proof that they were cultists, It was a general belief they were. Some of them had been graduates of various discipline, but then frustration set in as a result of unemployment, one of the degrading factors of the past administration and then, each of them became a political tool in the hands of a man they never knew was a fulcrum in it. They were made to believe falsely it was a revenge mission they had been enacting on government officials, mainly the President and members of his cabinet whom they also believe has a skeleton in his closet, that transited from the past administration, a punishment for their evilness that they considered just. That common faith bonded them strongly. Rogers had been a member since his first year in school like other first year members, the pay was a factor for joining and had no need, of getting away. Schooling was no longer his priority as the pay. Rogers intelligence and diligence made way for him in the ladder and he was now in the same rank as senior members.
“It was a good job you all did back there, launching two different attacks in two different states at the same time, it was marvelous. Once again, we are on top of our game. We have the government on their knees. Send my greetings to the rest of our members ", he commended them after exchanging greetings. Taking two gulp of his beer, Ruff set out to continue in his thick voice.
“We need more men, our next operation may be demanding ", he continued, “Men who are tired of life, I just don't mean the ordinary, great thinkers."
“It is very a tedious task. The preaching’s going about, everyone on campus, one way or the other is inclined to the Christian faith. No one will like to compromise his or hers", stated Kamal, another member.
“It's that simple, we tame the neck and the head falls off. Everyone is afraid of us, it shouldn't be so tedious, “he paused for a while, his subordinates looked lost at what he said. It was nearly impossible to them to bring more.
“The head of their Christian Fellowship is in a terrible mess, a weakness we can use to lure him, the rest follows. Don't ask me how I knew. Information spreads really fast."
Rogers seemed ignorant of what was happening, even when Ruff fixed his gaze at him , his mind was far off. Ruff was talking about Tafa to them. The latter was the President of Christian Fellowship Association, a subsidiary of a Pentecostal church outside the University. Campus meetings and weekly fellowship were held on campus and on Sundays, at the main church outside. Ruff understands Rogers more than the rest, obviously taunted as his heir, his earlier gaze at him was giving Rogers, room to expound on his theory. When asked if he was okay, Rogers stated he was absolutely fine. When asked about how his roommate was responding to the call, he stated it wasn't going well.
“He hasn't given up yet, he is still stuck hard to his beliefs. I don't see it changing in the nearest future. "
“He won't stick for long. I have plans for him. Tafa is intelligent, his intelligence won't go for nothing and I pretty much like him. If we are to think ahead, we need him amongst us. Only fate will bring him to us. He would come to us like a stranger looking for comfort and when he comes, we will be worst than we are". Ruff doesn't make empty promises, his forecast never for once had failed to come true. Sometimes, he went by the nickname "the prophet”. They chanted in chorus, their sect song.
“Death traps, Death traps, that is what we are called. Death traps, Death traps. ". Ruff's mobile phone beeped thrice before receiving it.
“Good morning Alhaji ",
“Hope you and the boys are safe",
“Yes, we are",
“Good, you have another attack to launch surreptitiously. You and the boys should get prepared, strategize the bombing of cupala square and it's surroundings. I will tell you the day before the day of the launch. "
“Yes, Alhaji, we will do as you say."
“Your pay will be doubled this time, “he hung up.
“We have job to do guys".
***************
Mr Bode Samson giggled at Alhaji Saheed after replacing his mobile phone, the latter reciprocating . He was always present during his timely call to his “special servants" whenever the needs arises. Alhaji Saheed was his godfather, responsible for putting him into politics. He had been his loyal son ever since and promised to do the impossible to help him on any matter regardless of anything.
“He always respond to your call anytime. They seem to be enjoying their duty", referring to Tafa.
“Of course. Why wouldn't they? Money talks and everyone obeys like servants. Do you know how I met Ruff?
“I haven't gotten the chance to ask and you didn't have the time to tell me"
“Well, am telling you now. I picked Ruff on the street twenty-four years ago. He was just five, homeless and devastated. I adopted him, became his foster father, took him as my own flesh and blood, educated him and then I knew he will be so pivotal in future. We lost contact at a point, by then he was able to train himself by the business he did. We found ourselves again on the same path, the exact perfect time my first son was sentenced to lifetime imprisonment for smuggling drugs. The frustrations of being jobless had gotten to him by that time as a result of our clique, his business collapsed and had no choice but to be the man he is now, to ease his frustrations and believe a ridiculous story of revenge. Interesting isn't it?
“Very indeed. He must really be indebted to you for the rest of his life. "
“Absolutely, he is," he gulped to the last drop of his orange juice in excitement and then in fury when he reminisces the imprisonment of his son, which came after the death of his wife in an auto crash. Few months later, he was imprisoned for corruption, a sad memory he rode on till present.
“I gave him a purpose, something to live for and fight. He got a team, he knows how he got them and then, the belief was enacted”, he took another gulp and continued.
“How can your own people turn their back against you in favour of a man who isn’t their ethnicity, betray you in the process. It’s like a dog who hunts his fellow animals and man’s enemies for the favour of man, their owners. They voted for Ajuwa Williams instead of Mallam Ali Nurudeen. They will suffer for their actions, this government will wear out like a dilapidated structure by and by, I promise, “he swore to himself.
It was apparent, cupala square was chosen because of the next ruling party convention and rally scheduled to hold. The date of event hadn't been made public yet but there was a certainty that it would be held at the square. It will be crowded to the brim and will be the perfect timing to launch. Ruff finished addressing his guys about their new mission after he hung up, he proceeded to wear his Jean and shirt, which he had removed while relaxing and went out. He needed to have a birds view of the place and run some things personally.

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CHAPTER TWO CONTINUES....



“Excuse me nurse, I would like to see a patient that was brought in some minutes ago", the ebony looking nurse was busy with sorting the names of other people who had come to identify the casualties that were victims of the accident. It took a moment before they got the attention of the nurse who had dismissed some of them.
“What is the patient's name? "
“Aisha Waziri"
“Oh, the patient that came in unconscious. She was in ward twenty - four. But you should wait to see the doctor on duty, he has requested to see you.
“But we were told to come here immediately ".
“Yes, the patient was taken to ICU, she needed rapt attention and was moved from the ward. You can sit in the hallway or wait in the ward.
“Ok, we will."
The building was painted white and blue inside, giving it a cool feeling, the same colour on the outside, embellished with some wonderful arts, pictures of past Medical Directors hung in frames on the wall. Gradel hospital was a renowned hospital, the oldest and best in the state. Critical operations and procedures were carried out by doctors with robust knowledge in respective fields, whose expertise could be relied upon. Tafa sat silently and prayed fervently, a contrast to Mr Joshua's pacing about and mumbles, a normal characteristic of a man whose spouse was absolutely in comatose and had no option but voice his frustrations and anger and impatience in mumbling words and pacing to and fro.
“Papa, everything will be fine. Don't you think mama will survive this? You are taking it quite unlikely like it is out of reach. "
“How do you expect me to react? Sit down and imagine a perfect picture of a world without pain and suffering or reach for a candy bar in my pocket like a child, sit in front of a television and watch an animation. Doesn't it look like it's getting serious? We have seen nothing, no doctor, or nurse to give us an update and we have spent almost an hour here. Nothing is alright at all. "
“I understand papa, she has you and me fighting for her here. She will be fine."
“I don't think you understand my son. she is in a transition of life and death and I am extremely worried".
A young doctor finally was spotted coming out of the ICU. His manner suggested something wasn't right. His look gave a compunction. Tafa and his father raced down the hallway to inquire.
“Doctor, please, how is she. Am her husband, Joshua Waziri "
“Is my mom alive"
“Am so sorry we couldn't......... "
“No, impossible. I can't lose my wife to the clutches of death. How would my life turn into?
“No, she can't just die like that".
“Am sorry, she lost so much blood that we couldn't replace. She is brain dead and is helped with the aid of a machine to breathe. That's the painful, obvious truth. Am sorry for your loss", the doctor said and left.
Tafa was left devastated, resulted in slamming his forehead with his palms. His belief and faith had been dashed away by the unfortunate circumstance, completely dazed at how his mother death had occurred. In the middle of his conscious thinking, Mr Joshua breathed heavily, his heart rate beat abnormally and surreptitiously, he collapsed in the hallway, placing his hand on his chest. Tafa raised an alarm immediately, some nurses came to his aid and carried him on the stretcher. Tafa only prayed it wouldn't be a negative coincidence, on the same day, losing both parents.
Tafa learnt from the doctor his father suffered from Ischemic apoplexy and had a weak heart the morning of next day. He stayed in the hospital all day, all night. The doctor had done well to contain it so far but a huge bill was slammed on Tafa, who had to take his mother away from the morgue and take care of his dying father, who needed a heart transplant. He sprang to his feet, left the hospital with a ball point pen and a notepad in his left and right pocket of his black trouser, wandered through the street like a vagabond, murmuring to himself as he went by, lost in desperation to find the initial deposit and what to do next. Passers-by fixed their gazes at him and wondered if he was sane or otherwise by walking like that in the morning when everybody was on their way to their respective work places, noticing the eyes of the onlookers following home up, an idea struck his head, he would opt to go and see his employer Mr. P whom he had been working for recently, he still owed him money which he thought, was the right time to collect. Mr. P resided half a mile away from where he was and considered it unnecessary to take a taxi to a place where he could walk. Moreover, he had nothing on him to board one. The sun rays was blazingly hot, as if to burn down the earth. Tafa walked under this hot temperature on a street that people were actually, slowly dispersing as a result of the harsh rays, though on a normal day was one of the busiest street. “Clean street" it was nicknamed even though, it was just quite ironical. Heaps of wastes littered on the side lane. Many had the notion that Mr P only lived here and did business here even when he had the option of doing it elsewhere because he was dirty and stingy. He lived there for ages and wasn't the nicest of people to deal with when it comes to money. He was a stout man in nature with protruded belly, dark in complexion, a bald hair that could reflect ones image when exposed to the sun. Majority of the kiosks and shops were owned by him and he drafted specific rules even though he does the opposite. Like wearing new clothes everyday and never repeat the next time even when he himself could wear the same clothe for a month. Tafa finally got there after two hours of walking, exhausted and dehydrated. Only a sachet of water was his companion through out the journey which, he bought with his last note. A boy about half his age was present in one of the kiosks, dozing. Tafa hit him softly on his back but was unmoved, instead gave a loud snoring. Tafa knew he was a heavy sleeper and decided to hit him with a stick which, made him Jerk to his feet.
“Oga Tafa, welcome ", recognizing who he was.
“How are you Mujeeb?"
“I dey fine Oga Tafa", he replied in pidgin English
“Where is Mr.P?"
“Oga Mr. P no dey, him talk say he wan go market. He go come back soon ", he answered.
“Ok, let me wait for him then."
“Oga Tafa, you go fit wait so, he fit delay small. Go, come back later "
“I will wait here still. Am coming from a far place, I don't have the luxury to go and come back"
“Oga Tafa, any problem as hour face come strong like this? You lose person? "
Tafa didn't want to respond by telling him his plight. It will only spur him to ask more questions which he wanted to avoid. He was in no mood to play the criminal and Mujeeb, the detective. The latter returned to his seat, not sleeping but now taking a swipe at his phone. Tafa got more infuriated by the delay, his expression, marked by the fact he had no time to while away, the exigency demanded him to be quick. Thirty minutes had gone by, still like a beggar, he had no choice but to wait. A blue truck halted in front of the kiosk, a stout man in nature with protruded belly, dark in complexion, a bald hair that could reflect ones image when exposed to the sun stepped out from the front seat, Mujeeb hurriedly gave a hand, Tafa had been depleted by the long walk and he began to have muscle cramps on his legs. He helped, pack the goods into the kiosk. Mr.P's vivacious face turned into a fury when his gaze met with Tafa on getting to the entrance, he hadn't noticed Tafa's, presence until that time.
“Good afternoon Sir",
“Tafa, how are you? What are you doing here? It's not your shift yet. "
“Sir, I know it isn't my shift yet, I came to collect my outstanding balance. My father is ill and demands urgent treatment".
“See Tafa, am sorry for your father's I'll health but I have got no money to give you now. You just saw where I came from. The economy is unfavorable, maybe you should come back in the morning tomorrow after working tonight's shift. "
“But Mr. P, I.......",
“Listen, I hate to repeat myself. I will pay you, not just now". Mr. P, on loaded the last set of cartons, Tafa looked befuddled by the outcome of his long walk under the sun which he summarized as a futile journey, that was his last hope of saving his father. Now he was to bow out without uttering a word when another truck was sighted, thought it was Mr.P's goods that wanted to be delivered but it stopped abruptly halfway, men fully masked with guns descended and opened fire sporadically, people ran helter skelter, it was the same unknown group people were already guessing as terrorists that had been wrecking havoc in the geopolitical zone. Tafa took to his heels but by then, several bombs had exploded and bullets riddled the bodies on the ground, Mujeeb and Mr. P on the facade, Tafa was hit and fell on his back.
***********
Tafa woke up from his slumber, initially thought he was dead for a while, surprised by his own astonishment that he was alive and well and not in the land of the spirits. He was surrounded by military men who safeguarded the street now and the Emergency Disaster Agency team who carried off the lying bodies. Tafa was fully conscious of where he was, he found himself lying in the refuse after the explosion occurred. His arms and legs were soaked in his blood, dead bodies flanked him as he rose to his feet with groaned pain, several cars and houses had collapsed, he glanced at a distance and his eyes met with the shattered bodies of Mujeeb and his employer, and the burnt truck that transported his goods, his kiosk were all gone. The message was clear, Tafa would never be able to get his pay from Mr.P. He stood transfixed, bereft of what to do next, more Emergency Disaster Unit service personnel pervaded and ambulances drove away, swiftly, an idea struck him which prompted him to reach for his pocket, only to discover that his mobile phone had been smashed as a result of the explosion, after much scrutiny, he found his SIM card too broken. No taxi was available, he wandered a little and found an undamaged motorcycle, the owner was probably a victim of the explosion, the key was lost, he found an astray compass on the floor fortunately, he inserted the pair inside the key hole and it made a zoom sound, he hopped inside and drove off to Rita's apartment.
Tafa knocked twice on the door, it appeared to him no one was inside, the curtain was not raised and it seemed dark, but then, he guessed Rita was never away by evening on Mondays, she hated it as a result of the security situation going on, any church meeting probably must have ended by then. Rita lived in a bungalow, having opted not to live inside the school's premises. The fear of cultism in school convinced her into living outside, she considered it irrationally stupid to live among them when she knew the dangers involved. Tafa convinced himself that she wasn't away, he knocked again, this time fiercely, calling out Rita's name. He paused for a second, quick footsteps was heard inside, door knob cracked open and Rita, starred him on his bruised face, astonished ;
“Tafa, what the hell happened to you? I have been trying to reach you on the phone," ushering him inside.
“The bomb blast, I was there when it happened. I lost my phone in the process. "
“So I heard in the news. I was so scared, that's why I didn't respond to your knocks. Am sorry",
“No, you were protecting yourself. Am also sorry for not helping out with church activities. Things got a little bit nasty"
“It's ok, am happy that you are alive, that's what is important. You were badly injured, let me take you to the hospital. "
“No, don't bother, I will be fine here. Don't want to slam any bill on you."
“Don't say that, your life is important, you are bleeding"
“The bleeding will stop okay. It's just that am in a complicated situation right now. "
“If you insist. I have some medication for you here that will ease your pain but first, you have to eat."
Tafa said nothing. He had been hungry for days without food. The thoughts of his dead mother, his dying father and the fact that he survived miraculously in a bomb blast, all overwhelmed him, so much that he couldn't think straight anymore and his appetite, long gone. Rita's apartment had been his own home of refuge whenever he was in crisis, a comfort zone he cherished. He believes his problems go away whenever he was there, solutions he had never thought of pops up. Rita served him, a plate of fried eggs and plantain. Tafa gobbled it, Rita watched in awe as he left the plate empty.
“I presume you haven't eaten, by your manner",
“No, I won't lie, I haven't since yesterday, before visiting the hospital ".
“Not to the point of not eating. Why did you go to the hospital by the way?"
There was a sudden change of mood in his face, the call of a hospital once again brought back bad memory of his late mother's death. He couldn't help stomaching the thought of being an orphan. In as much as he restrained the formation of tears in his eyes from being released, the downpour finally came.
“What is the problem? Are your parents sick or what? Tell me what happened. "Rita asked inquisitively. Tafa burst out crying heavily.
“Tafa, please, talk to me. We can solve any problem together remember",
“My mother died yesterday in an accident and my father suffered a cardiac arrest. If I don't act quickly, my father may die also",
“Oh my God, your mother died and you didn't call me, you didn't inform me of what is going on?"
“It happened so fast that I was befuddled of what to do. Am sorry. "
“It's ok. It is well. How much is the bill?"
“five hundred thousand ",
“That is much"
“It is. I don't know what to do. How do I get the money? Why are all these happening to me? "
“Don't complain Tafa. Do you think God isn't watching what is happening? He will surely see us through. When there is a way, there is a will.
“I have had that same faith all the time. My family is inflicted with one thing or the other. My father lost his job and got duped and now in the hospital, my mother is now late, younger brother has dementia. What can faith possibly solve? "
“Everything, it can solve all things. Don't talk like an unbeliever. That is not who you are."
“Ok, what am I to do now? "
“We can go to the church for some assistance, then add to it with whatever I have to complete it. "
“Thank you Rita a million times, I never could have done anything without you. You have always been my backbone. "
“That is because I love you as a brother. Get some rest, we would be there by tomorrow morning. I will go and prepare where you will lie for the night". Tafa washed himself of in the bathroom, returned to where his bed was so nicely made, he bid her goodnight and invited her to lie beside him which she reluctantly but gladly accepted.

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CHAPTER TWO
It was 11 am in a bright Sunday morning. The power-filled blissful service had just ended in Saviour church, built with glassy surface material as well as with fine marbles, giving it a radiating appearance from afar. The white building was built on a three to four hectares measurement, up to 100 ft. tall and had a sign of a big golden carved cross at the apex. It's architectural design was revered by onlookers and added glamour to the street on which it was erected. Each member were slightly engaged in one form of discussion or the other in groups , while some stood outside, bidding farewell to departing members. Tafa and Rita waited behind for their end of the month executive meeting which was slightly encroaching into Tafa's time. The executive meeting usually took a lot time, several plans and suggestions were laid on how to improve the welfare of the church and members and a lot of review was carried out on how the church had progressed like most churches. Tafa got accompanied by Rita to the check point, the latter needed to remain behind for the new comers meeting while the former excused himself to go see his parents which Rita was ignorant of till he accompanied him to the check point.
“You never told me it was your parents you planned on visiting. I thought it was your home you were going. "
“ Am sorry, I said home but didn't demystify that it was my parents', it has been long I have seen them you know. I think it's the perfect time to see them, they would be less busy"
“ I think so. Nobody gets so busy on Sundays. So you are going to spend some days with them? "
“ Yes, maybe two days. I don't have lectures tomorrow so I can stay for a while"
“ Hmmmm, " she heaved a sigh.
“ what's the matter? ", he asked after noticing an oddity on her face.
“ Nothing. It's fine I presume "
“ Oh Rita it's not. You are going to miss me. That's the feeling you have got"
“ Nothing of such. Well, something like that. You know the praise night programme is huge, the preparation and all that. My hands are tied and I need you to be available to help me out. But I don't want to be the spoiler in your own plans. "
“ Hey, it would be fine. It's just two days and I promise to be back in time to help out. You can have other member of the executive to help out for now"
“ Ok", her face still unchanged. It was a matter she couldn't have a say and never had. She had developed a chemistry with Tafa in executing projects in church or in school that she had with no one. Sometimes, she questions her feelings for him and most times resolves that he was still her normal friend with benefits only for the question to pop in her head the next time. She wouldn't want to be the first to take the ultimate step in succumbing and declaring her romantic feelings with the obsessive fear of ending the friendship abruptly even though it manifests in her expressions continually. Tafa considered her as another sister with the rarest of quality and not romantically inclined to her as she to him.
“ Alright, I will be back tomorrow noon"
“ No, spend time with you family "
“ It's ok. My mind is made up. Tomorrow noon."
“Ok then", her face was beginning to glow a little but felt guilty at the same time about Tafa's decision. She must have made him change his mind about spending an extra day which she imagined was selfish of her.
“ You don't have to feel I forced you into taking that decision. "
“ And you don't have to feel guilty either. I have to go now, aurevoir."
“ Aurevoir, extend my greetings to them"
“ That, I will surely do. Take care of yourself ".
He flanked down a taxi that came by five minutes after Rita had gone back to the church.
“ Pallet junction"
"Ok, before or after the eatery? ", asked the old mean looking driver.
“ After the eatery"
“Three hundred naira is price"
“ This is a Sunday now, I can't pay you that amount. One hundred and fifty naira. "
“Hmmmm, Mr, that place is very distant and road, untarred. I can't take less. Another taxi will charge you more".
After a bit of haggle, the driver succumbed and ordered Tafa to step in. He wouldn't want to go home directly, he would, drop by the local market and get some good stuffs before embarking finally.
It took almost two hours to reach, a journey Tafa himself thought was unending prior to when they took off after the buying. It was almost four, the sun still appeared in the sky but was quite harmless unlike few hours before when the earth burned with its emission. From that time, Tafa couldn't bear staying further in the outside even though, he was in a taxi. He wanted to get home quickly. Each time, he hurried the driver to take shorter routes and drive faster but it wasn't entirely his fault. Each time, they are met with road blocks and security checkpoints, flooded with military personnel which further delayed their movement. Security situation in Baigari State had deteriorated and deserved rapt attention and that accounts for the heavy deployment of military personnel in the State. Tafa paid the driver as he alighted in front of a tree where motor able road terminated, Tafa would have to take another long walk to his house which was now, a touching distance. It was an underdeveloped vicinity by its look, refuse littering the street and the gutters, stagnant water not drained. A yellow painted bungalow stood in front of him, no elements of a modern house was found in it but was finely built in its own way, compared to the houses found there which were unpainted and oddly built. Tafa knocked twice before hearing the sound of footsteps coming towards the door. A young girl, still in her adolescence opened. It was his younger sister.
“Hey brother! We weren't expecting you. Welcome home", helping him gather his luggage.
“It isn't wrong for a brother to visit home. I wanted to pay you all a surprise visit."
“ I never said it was wrong brother "
“Just joking. Where is everybody"
“They are all inside except mama. Oh, papa is here already ".
“ Good evening papa", he greeted.
“My son, how are you? Such a long time ", asked his father. By his smile, he was a relatively young man who had known suffering and so, his mild face depicted it with wrinkles clouding it. His eyes was as red as a scarlet, probably had just woken up from his sleep and didn't look as chirpy as he used to.
“Am fine papa. You don't look radiant today", observed Tafa.
“Yes, I don't. I was taking a nap when I heard your voice. I had to get up and see you. You haven't changed significantly since your last visit."
“Yes, I haven't. How can I? It's a survival game we are all in. The suffering is unbeatably unbearable. I haven't gotten a pay from my part-time job, so there is no room for enlargement whatsoever Papa."
“So how did you get to buy all these? "
“My church has been helpful a bit and God being on my side"
“It's all a bit a complicated situation we are all in. I assure you, we will survive through this.".
“I believe we will. You shouldn't have bothered coming out to see me. I will spend my night here. "
“It's ok son. Am happy after all".
“I was told by Fatima that mama wasn't around "
“Oh yes. She left a few minutes ago, shortly before your arrival. She had gone to her friend's place to get some food items."
“I assume no one has eaten yet?"
“None, since morning, replied his father, bluntly.
“Hmmmm, Fatima will get it done quickly, never mind"
“lest I forget, how is my beautiful daughter doing? "
“Who are you referring to papa?"
“The young girl you brought home after the vigil. "
“Oh, Rita is very fine. She sends her greetings too to you all."
“That's so wonderful. Oh poor me, "gazing at the white peeled ceiling, “a destitute, immersed in pauperism, how indigent I am that I cannot provide for my family, and I am still alive. Oh, poor me", he lamented. He always does anytime he remembers his plight, the way he was relieved of his job during the past tenure, the way he lost all his savings from his diligent service to fraudsters, casting a compelling frustrating figure ever since. He had been living a life of just mere hope.
“It wasn't your fault you were caught in a scandal that cost you your job, you are the most diligent man I have ever known of. "
“I am a rabble in the face of everyone. Such a pity"
"Your statements are not good for the ears at all. Today is Sunday, a new day of the week. Optimism is supposed to be the order of the day. "
A little bit of calm was restored, the movements of Fatima in the kitchen, clinking of the pots and spoon were the only sound that was heard. Tafa had been the source of encouragement to his family, even when it seems to be depressed by the negativity surrounding him, he strives to be there when needed by them. A responsibility that had been inborn in him as the first child of his parents.
“Where is Ibrahim now? How is he doing? "
“He is still in the local clinic, deteriorating as usual, his constant hallucinations and delusion are progressive. And we can't afford to get the treatment advanced."
“What is the cost of the treatment? "
“Three hundred and fifty thousand naira"
“Hmmmm, that's a whole lot "
“It's not their fault, psychoactive drugs are expensive, the whole treatment is out of our reach at the moment"
“Ibrahim will be alright, we will get the money and treatment will commence immediately ".
Mr. Joshua's phone began to vibrate on the table, Tafa reached for it and handed it over to his father, the caller ID was unidentified. Mr Joshua never had a strange number calling him. Every number he answers is due to the fact that he had each one of them saved or written in a small-sized diary which he carries about in his pocket. His main reason for this scepticism was the last time he received a strange number, it plunged him into a scandal that got him lose his job. Ever since, he had been living with that phobia of plunging into another trouble that could cause him his entire family. After checking his diary and saw nothing, he instructed Tafa to answer it.
“Hello, please who is this? "
“This is Gradel hospital calling, am I speaking with Mr Joshua Waziri?"
“No, the son, how may I be of assistance to you".
“Am sorry, but your mother just had a head collision in an accident along Ramon way. She is right here now. "
“What? Is she alive?"
“Well, I can't guarantee that at the moment, she has lost a lot of blood but still breathing. "
“Ok, we will be there shortly", he hung up.
“What is the problem son? "
“Mama just had an accident"
“Oh my God, is she still alive? "
“I don't know, she is in a critical state. We should get going now".
Fatima was ignoramus of what was happening, Mr Joshua called for her and told her to take care of the house. When she decided to inquire what happened, Mr Joshua lied they were both going to a place of importance and that she would be briefed when they gets back. Fatima was insatiable by their statement but never argued. Mr Joshua and Tafa had already gone, involving Fatima will be unwise, she too had been through a lot, it was their own way of protecting a family member from breaking down.


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CHAPTER ONE

Three years later, eleven months to elections;
The clock struck 3.45 pm. Wind blew to and fro, caressing his body gently, stimulating his hair follicles so as they all stood at an attention, like a subordinate, paying respect to a superior command. From the currant bushes beside emanated sweet smelling fragrance filtering the air, reaching his nostrils which his nose couldn't help but inhale more and more of it. Sitting on an iron bench near an evergreen tree, he went back in retrospect, reminiscing the catastrophic events that had happened to him in ephemeral chronologically. Everything had gone south in his life, so much had happened, so much that he began to have a little doubt about his faith, his existence and purpose on earth. But he continued to hold on to his undying faith in God like he had always done, believing he is perfect control.
He buried his head in his palms, closed his eyes and meditated on where to go from there. The act was stopped when a lady dressed courteously, her hair wrapped in a brown headscarf around her forehead, in her right hand was a king James version of her Bible tapped him on his shoulders. That was the person he had been waiting for under the tree.
"Tafa", she called out slowly when she saw he wasn't responding to her touch. His mind wasn't with him that moment. The call of his name seemed to have brought him back to reality from his cloud of immersing in thoughts.
"oh, Rita you are here finally "he responded.
" what are you thinking about? Don't tell me it's still the same old thinking of yours", she asked and sat beside him on the other side of the empty seat with Tafa adjusting slightly to accommodate her sitting position.
"Hmmmm. What would you have me doing in my position?"
“Pray of course and leave God to do the rest" she replied him
“ I don't think you understand. I don't think my ever growing problems will ever go away. They keep coming, coming and coming, most times even re-occurring "
“ Don't talk like an unbeliever. Your position as a child of God cannot be compromised. Have you forgotten what the scriptures say?"
" I haven't but it seems all is vacuity, I feel empty, overwhelmed with so much confusion and rage within me. When am I going to get my reward for my consistent work am doing for the church, for Christ? When my bones will be too weak to lift me up and carry me about or what? "
" I don't know Tafa, it isn't in my position to answer that but there is hope for anyone who is still existing on earth. He knows your tribulations. Don't sound so defeated yet”, stretching towards his shoulders with her soft hands, patting him calmly like a crying turbulent baby in need of his mother's presence.
"I have done everything practically within my power to get out of my predicament, this reproach that is eating me up but it seems I never tried at all. Am losing hope every moment of the day ".
" Don't you see you have done your best as a man, leave the rest to God. All things work for good for those that ultimately believe in Him. I know you to be a strong willed believer. "
He breathed heavily, at each interval, releasing a big amount of air. Her soothing words once again has given him a glimpse of hope to hold on. Dimples began to appear on his cheeks, glimpse of smile appeared on his face. He had known for only a short time, when they met at a matriculation ceremony few months back, during their first year. Now, they were both in their second year, a troublesome and hectic year for Tafa. From their subsequent meetings, he grew to become so familiar with her that he learnt they both had the same principles, objectives and built on the same Christian background. He was raised in a staunch Catholic home, by disciplined parents whereas she was in an Anglican home. Grew to have a strong bond so that they took turns in going into each other's church every Sunday till one Sunday, Tafa decided to be a permanent member of hers, eventually becoming a choir master. Things began to go south in his first semester of his second year, losing his distant brother in an accident, his father duped of his invested money, was a real shock to him. His mother was the breadwinner with her trading business, a source of livelihood for everything done at home or outside.
"Thank you Rita for always been there for me at the right moment. "
" It's ok. What are church members and friends for? Let's bow our heads and pray".
************
University campus students seemed to be in their busiest night, clothed in all white uniform matching outfits and attires. It was a day set aside by students to have an awards night to honour final year students, like a sent forth party, the most eventful activity on campus. Security officials were roaming to ensure tranquility and order, the hall which was the host venue were filled like the Sands of the earth, breaking space was minimum. It was 8.14 pm, the white sumptuous agbadas began to flood in one after the other, the deans of various departments, vice chancellor, provosts and registrars, driven by their skinny drivers in their luxurious cars while they themselves had a protuberance of their stomachs like expectant mothers. Invitations extended to other respected figures in the state also which was one of the factors that made the event so grand.
In a pea-sized room, the decor nothing in comparable with a newly renovated building, quite furnished with a Music player set, two beds placed on a red carpet and a love seat cushion which added supple to the room. Tafa sat on his bed, clad in his spotted pyjamas and meditated on his Bible reading. His roommate, Rogers who sang melodiously to the walls of his enclosure in a wrapped towel, proceeded out of the bathroom. A look of surprise appeared on his face when his gaze met Tafa still not dressed up. He reached for his vests and boxers.
“ Don't tell me you are not going ", he asked.
“ You are right, am not" he replied not looking up at him.
“ Oh, I thought as much, your religion and unbelievable staunch beliefs wouldn't let you betray them. "
Tafa said no word neither did the muscular figure beside him say nothing, graduating into a long silence. Rogers who was intelligently unreligious, and quite the opposite of Tafa had been his roommate since the first year, rarely talked about his background and reserve about his personal life. Tafa found it strange at first but had to forgo his questions about him and decided to be his friend. Barely went for lectures but never stays in his room. No one knew how Rogers survives or his source of livelihood which many described as a mystery or any of his history. He lived quite an exquisite life and had few friends. He didn't care about anything said about him and never felt squeamish, he had that notion that he was too protected to be a victim of circumstance.
He compounded himself in the usual white outfit with silhouette, a pair of suede shoes he picked from his wide range of shoe selection in his wardrobe to compliment it.
“ Rogers, what do you think about my proposal yesterday? He asked, breaking the long silence.
“ What proposal? " he asked, surprisingly.
“coming to church this Sunday with me. I will really be glad if you come and........"
“No, am not considering that. I have told you numerous times am never interested and will never be. "he cuts in, dressing himself in front of the mirror and talking to his reflection.
“ I don't believe in Heaven or hell as you already know"
“ No, don't act like you don't care, you have an iota of goodness and a purpose of why you are sent to this earth. You can't achieve that unless you come to Him and.......... "
“ Spare me your Hula Baloo" Rogers cut in.
“ Am in no mood for your sermon this night. Let's do the mathematics, seeing us both, who do you think has a better life, rich, I don't need to answer that. Your faith should have made you well, your beliefs should have uplifted you but the reverse is the case. You dwell in poverty. Aren't you a fool for preaching what isn't working for you? I guess not because you still go out and blab about Him."
“ Don't talk about my faith in a dishonouring way like that. He's a God of mercy. And am sure my time is coming. "
“ Why do you keep deceiving yourself, denying the infallible truth that you serve some sort of an invincible non-existent spirit? I have a way out of this misery your passing through, only if you can open your eyes to see. Let me in Tafa."
“ I reject your offer in any way. He never forsakes His own people."
“ Am your friend, I can never deceive you. Do you think am happy to see you in shambles? You would be probably dead when you realize you have made a mistake in a time you could have reversed it, made a change. "
“ No, it will be fine. I assure you"
“ Enough ok, don't try to embellish my night with your grievous hopes and beliefs. Don't know why I have wasted so much of time telling you what am not supposed to. " He was completely dressed now and headed for the door but stopped and turned back again. He had forgotten something of importance as he searched about till he found it in the bathroom, it was his mobile phone he had been looking for. He took it and left, bided a bye to Tafa who angrily closed his Bible and slept off, after switching off the lights.
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PROLOGUE

The political and socioeconomic tension has maximized intensely as the bonafide citizens awaits the hearing of the collated results from the remaining states of the federation in the ongoing 2017 General elections. The degree of perplexity and discombobulation clouding the general elections beyond any iota of doubt made it the most followed and anticipated elections in the history of the country amidst the violence and radicalism. The citizens wanted a change of an epileptic government whose second term bid was in jeopardy. Prior to the elections, the chairman of the Election Council of Nigeria, Professor Logue Jonah has called on each and every citizen to let their votes speak for their dissatisfaction, emotions and furiousity, Presidential candidates for all parties has urged everyone to debunk every form of violence. The statement was sure to have won their hearts as everybody trudged to get their voters cards at designated accredited centers. Voting was the only credible way to oust the Government that was branded "a failing democratic monopoly" of the same party ruling for twenty-four years, renowned for carrying out white elephant projects, releasing booming press statement about the economy whilst the opposite was the order of the day, alleged indulgence in massive manipulation and embezzlement of money which no one had the forbearance in tolerating any longer. Months later, the words of the ECN chairman continued to reverberate in their cerebrum.
Journalists, cameramen, members of staff of ECN flooded the noisy conference room at about 1811 hours once again when notified about the arrival of the collated results. The professor smiled and leaned towards the microphone. "we are pleased to announce the final results from the remaining six states from the polling units". Sanity and homogeneity was immediately restored and silence encroached. So far, thirty states had been called. Clearly, Mr. Ajuwa Williams of the Freedom Party of Nigeria was the obvious choice to the incumbent Mallam Ali Nurudeen of the Independent Peoples Party Of Nigeria. His staggering profile of nabbing corrupt officials were held highly of, just in a short while he was appointed the chairman of Financial Crimes Commission in the present administration. Not all were properly convicted after they were proven guilty of numerous count charge on corruption , majorly due to the fact they were powerful politicians connected, those who were convicted were those who fell out of President's league, whom he considered “worthless " and not of his ethnicity. In the midst of bad governance, with the people cherishing his output so far, he decided to use the medium to run for presidency, in order to eradicate corruption and convict them according to the law, a detriment to the incumbent who sought a plan to use the appointment of Ajuwa Williams, whom he knew was upright, just and his good works as a political strategy to win back the trust of the people and win him votes from the southern region, which likely obviously was failing. Many considered Ajuwa Williams as the only good man in government and the messiah. Eager to hear the final results was the fact that their anticipated leader was six hundred thousand votes behind their worst nightmare, a news itching their ears, a fact they couldn't yield to yet. And with six states left, they held their beliefs, had a common faith, each of Mr. Ajuwa Williams's ardent followers folding their hands in prayers with the notion that bad will never prevail over good.
"These are the results collated from Uwai state. "announced the chief returning officer for the state.
" Number of accredited voters - one million, three hundred and sixty four thousand, number of valid votes - eight hundred and seventy-one thousand, seven hundred and thirty-six, number of invalid votes cast - four hundred and ninety-two thousand, two hundred and sixty-four . People's Legislative Party (PLP) 185 votes, People's Coalition Congress (PCC) 300 votes, Presidential People's Party (PPP) 484, National Delegation Party (NDP) 311, Freedom Party of Nigeria (FPN) 678,533, Independent People's Party of Nigeria (IPPN) 191,923. The returning officer after announcing took his leave. It was evident that the followers of Mr. Ajuwa Williams's prayers were gradually being answered, and the table of luck gradually turning to their favour. Announcement of Four other states followed up with FPN, still maintaining their lead. A stout man with enormous glasses larger than his face took the stage, the results of the final state in his hand. Across the country, every viewer wore a look of anxiety. The gap separating the top candidates were Slightly insignificant till the final announcement.
"Final results collated from Baigari state. Number of accredited voters – one million, one hundred and twenty-one thousand, one hundred and twenty-eight . Number of valid votes cast - nine hundred and twelve thousand, one hundred and fourteen , number of invalid votes cast, two hundred and eight thousand and fourteen. PLP - 181, PCC - 419, PPP - 89, NDP - 111, FPN - 701,914, IPPN - 210,100 ". Professor Logue Jonah announced the final total results concluded in the Election as thus;
" PLP – 224,074 , PCC – 616,943 , PPP – 312,204 , NDP – 424,070 , FPN – 28,101,747 , IPPN - 12,554,365 .
By this result, FPN is the winner, having polled a total of valid votes in the elections. I professor Logue Jonah, the chairman and overall presiding officer of the elections hereby declare, Mr Ajuwa Williams , the candidate of FPN, having scored the highest number of votes cast across the thirty six states hereby declare him elected president of the federal Republic of Nigeria". Before his final words, there was already a loud cry of joy aroused from the boisterous supporters across the country. Nobody saw it coming, it was a miracle to vote an incumbent out of office in a dispensation where leaders are so desperate to clinch to power. The rally of celebration continued weeks after the victory. Mr Ajuwa Williams had called for a harmonious country, to foster development in his victory speech. The election had been won, the people's choice had been elected and it would be a new dawn. The table finally turned.

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THE ANGEL AND THE FUGITIVE


First edition. June 7, 2018.
Copyright © 2018 Reginald Obetta.



ISBN: 978-1386636045



Written by Reginald Obetta.

The Angel and the Fugitive

What happens when a catastrophe befalls you at the time when you are incapacitated? Problems wear you like a robe, your patience and strong beliefs as a believer fails you and the only hope you have is to accept and join that which is evil, against your principles and beliefs in order to survive. This is a story of a university student whose ever increasing problems lead him into something unbelievable and devilish, engaged himself in terrorism and climbs the ladder into being a leader of a terrorist organization. Will he survive the manhunt from the Government and from the organization he finds out is connected to his late father and his siblings or not? Find out in this political crime novel. Available in okadabooks.com.
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The Angel and the Fugitive

What happens when a catastrophe befalls you at the time when you are incapacitated? Problems wear you like a robe, your patience and strong beliefs as a believer fails you and the only hope you have is to accept and join that which is evil, against your principles and beliefs in order to survive. This is a story of a university student whose ever increasing problems lead him into something unbelievable and devilish, engaged himself in terrorism and climbs the ladder into being a leader of a terrorist organization. Will he survive the manhunt from the Government and from the organization he finds out is connected to his late father and his siblings or not? Find out in this political crime novel. Available in okadabooks.com. Read here

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ACT TWO SCENE ONE

The stock of books of different kinds in the library are immensely gargantuan, eight shelved books are situated at each corner with title and references on them. They were so clean as no speck of dust was found on them, the tables, chairs or the sparkling floors. The small sash windows were embellished with white flowered curtains hanging on them. A man wearing a dark grey suit in his early sixties sits on one of the rocking chairs. He is wearing an oval glasses and on top of his table is a ledger book and a newspaper, the former which he is checking upon.His hair is shaved, has a stubble jaw and a clean face devoid of blemishes. Still has a young face and could still be every woman's dream lover of sterling entity, fabled for casting a crestfallen, like one in despondent. He still has alluring qualities, urbane and suave. Few minutes later, a woman with braided hair, still very much in beauteous and suave enters the library room, with austerely looking face and inane like someone in vacuity, bearing a heavy load on her head, rambling some words to herself as she closes the ajar door behind her surreptitiously).
{LYPI}: I know you would be here. I can never imagine you staying outside this library for it's your comfort zone, your best place of refuge long before you graced the earth crust. Your indulgence and dedication to keeping the numbers of your company's account increasing has made you inept to my cadre of feelings, emotions and happiness. You have reduced me to a concubine even when I have been married for thirty years to you.
{JACOB}: I don't share in your mediocrity woman. I have done everything a good husband could do to keep a priceless woman like you happy yet, what I get compensated of your vituperations and your tiresome talkativeness; cantankerous nature.
{LYPI}: Don't be on both the defense and on the attack. You know quite well we have been living a life of lies, projecting our lives to people as good, an emblem of emulation when we are not what they think.
{JACOB}: Then it isn't my fault we are falling apart.
{LYPI}: Then who's fault? Tell me, when was the last time we slept close to each other, had a peaceful conversion as a couple, the last time you left a note on the pillow whenever you are leaving early for work? All you do is doing business deals nineteen hours out of twenty four, and then you come back late in the night and tell me you are tired and jump out of your bed few hours later, disappearing like the thick cloud of smoke in the air. And you tell me it isn't your fault.I have a strong convictions that you see some other girls.
{JACOB}disdained) Do you know the consequences of your intolerable prove less accusations? Of course you don't and I wont take an exception that sordid statement you uttered. Am a quintessence of constancy, a perfect emblem of a good husband.
{LYPI}Pacing about) A perfect emblem of an irate partner who doesn't care for anything other than moving up the ladder of riches and wealth, an emblem of colossal marriage failure. Marrying you was the greatest mistake of my entirety.
{JACOB}: But you have and gave me a wonderful son, Alexander that is just like his father. You can also say your father made the biggest mistake by marrying your mother and you being the product a mistake, a fatal one and I too committed a blunder by marrying a mistake.
{LYPI}: Don't drag my parents into your abysmal situation.
{JACOB}: Oh, abysmal, abysmal.You are into the abysmal situation yourself.Equally, you are also abysmal.
{LYPI}: (Petrified) You are despicable. You have grown an enemity in me and created one among us. You have grown an ambivalence in me, sprouting from my subconscious, yet my inexplicable feeling of love is stronger than hatred and yet, the latter impedes the former to a great extent. You are the cause of my misfortunes. Am like the deserted fellow left all alone in obscurity, in an enclosure crying out to everyone for aid but falling on deaf walls even though they have ears but can't comprehend.(she begins to weep, her tears forming a flowing river on the floor. Jacob is unmoved by her pitiable display, springs to his feet and grasping a leather brief case by his right, he puts the ledger book in it, locking it up with some codes.He proceeds to the unlocked door, halting and turning back to face the sorrowful woman).
{JACOB}: Lest I forget the most paramount, we will be at the Korsakoff's tomorrow morning with our son to resolve some issues.(Exits Jacob. Tears continues to emanate from her eyes until it came no more. The knob of the door makes a cracking sound, a male servant comes in tiptoeing, she reacts quickly to the unusual movement behind her.He is of a huge statue, cropped brown hair, wide face with a round grey eyes, straight nose on it and small lips.He has a limp on his right leg and his emergence is a surprise to the bellowed woman).
{THE MAN}: I can see your husband has left you in misery once again.
{LYPI}: (Wiping off her tears) What are you doing here? This is his library and he can get in here anytime and get us nabbed. I didn't send for you moreover.
{THE MAN}: Never mind, I overheard him telling the gate's guard wouldn't be coming back today.He's gone for a meeting outside the state.That leaves the night pleasurable for us.(He stretches to stroke her hair but was knocked off). You have been avoiding me of late and am beginning to question your feelings about me.
{LYPI}: My husband has gotten much worse than I ever imagined. I thought I could change him by charging towards him with my complaints. He walked out on me without a word of repentance or guilt.
{THE MAN}: He doesn't deserve to be with a woman so elegant and wonderful as you are. He doesnt know the worth of what he has until he looses it.Perhaps, his disadvantage is to my advantage.
{LYPI}: I want to put my marriage on the right path again, want to set things the right way.
{THE MAN}: (Contemptuously looking) And what does that suppose to convey?
{LYPI}: We are ending this clandestine relationship right now.
{THE MAN}Petrified) But you can't.Not after these months we have indulged in this. You were not happy in your marriage and not until now so why furthering the negative consequences, the disaster it has on you, the insidious that has diminished the effervescent glow in you, swindled your happiness and implanted grief in you (holding her hands tightly) let's go to a far away place, where we can be together, inseparable, where you can run away from the shadow of your predicaments.
{LYPI}: (Withholding her hands) No, Its over between us. Am done for.( Stands on her feet to leave).
{THE MAN}Smiling) Ok, I will let you go but I have to tell your husband what transpired between us and as you know, I don't get to loose anything and you will be a society scandal for that would provoke a hilarious laughte among your class and degrade your much cherished reputation.
{LYPI}: You will do no such callous act.I was desperate and needed a companion.
{THE MAN}: Oh, callous it is but the negligence of my feelings, not paramount and insignificant to you.
{LYPI}: You have no substantial evidence to support your claims.
{THE MAN}: On the contrary, I do have them. You remember those letters you wrote me, you said I should dispose them after reading but I didn't. I hid them beneath my clothes in my box.I bet your husband won't be so coy and blind that he wouldn't recognise the writing of his infidel wife exquisitely, that you have your lover under his roof.And what will people make jest of,they will say you have no shame that you are bedding a servant.
{LYPI}infuriated) Are you trying to blackmail me. Having the pretense all this while of loving me in order to lure me into your trap?
{THE MAN}: Call it whatever you want.It is more or less a negotiation and conceeding to the indelible facts that you cannot forge ahead abandoning me in ruins like a tattered rag.
{LYPI}Gathering her composure) What do you want me to do?
{THE MAN}: If you want out, then you get me compensated with all your jewelry and gold at your disposal. That is all I want.
{LYPI}:That is an absurd demand.I can't grant your wish.
{THE MAN}: Oh yes, it isn't as absurd as your husband discovering your indulgence in this forbidden act.It would be an awesome sight to see you grasping his feet and fuming at your shameful act.You decided to hit my love for you against the rocks and must pay for the consequences.
{LYPI}:You are a devil in uttermost disguise.
{THE MAN}:The devil, the devil. Yes, am the devil and you want to redeem your lost soul you sold me and become a repentant.The devil gives nothing for free and will never and so am I.
A knock is heard on the door twice, she hides the man in the curtains behind the shelf drawer.She rushes and opens the door, her husband pushes her aside as he enters in rampage).
{LYPI}:What is the matter? What are you looking for in such a rage?
{JACOB}: I don't have to take a certain permission to be allowed entrance into my home. Besides, am looking for my credit cards. I must have misplaced them in one of the shelves. (He hurried to the shelve behind the curtains but she hinders him from going further).
{LYPI}: Why don't you check the table drawer while I check the shelve drawer. I will be much more quicker in finding it.
{JACOB}: (Astonished by her kind gesture) Ok, find it.
Few seconds later,she hands over three credit cards to him.
{JACOB}Full of appreciation) Thank you. (Suspicious) Why the sudden change of attitude? Moments ago, you were acting cold, now you are acting like an angel.I can sense that you are hiding something from me.
{LYPI}:You know I hide nothing from you.I have just come to a conclusion that we need not to be like this anymore, I need this marriage to work for the better and that I am the key to our happiness.
{JACOB}Smiling) Am happy to hear those words coming from you. Realising this truth, your mistakes and failures makes you heroic. I promise to get back home on time to finish this discussion. {He kisses her before departing for the door. The sound of a heavy moving object in the shelve drawer disrupts him,turning to see what it is).
{JACOB}: What is that sound?
{LYPI}:Oh! Its nothing serious. Probably, I forgot to arrange the books and replace them.I will go take care of it.
He finally departs.The man creeps from behind the curtains, holding some misplaced books in his hands. He carefully replaces them in the shelf).
{THE MAN}:That was very close. I made the noise on purpose.
{LYPI}:Enough of your schemes, it is settled.I will give what you want but promise me you wouldn't say anything.
{THE MAN}: I promise no words will spill out of my squalid lips. (They both exit with the man full of laughter on his lips while Lypi wrapped herself in the cloud). To be continued on Thursday next tomorrow.
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Good morning Nairalanders.
It is now evening in the Couches Boulevard.Mr Korsakoff is sitting down with his wife on the cushion staring at a romantic TV show.The bell is ringing on the door, causing an intolerable distraction.The maid-servant rushes to the door and returns immediately.Rebecca enters also dressed beautifully and elegantly in a red overflowing gown, a nice cleavage and a weaved hair, as if expecting someone very close to the heart.
(Maid-servant one): Sir, it's a male visitor.He wants to see you.
(MR KORSAKOFF): Let him in.He should be Alexander. (The maid-servant leaves.To Rebecca, smiling) You look amazing this evening.I hope you have forgotten what occurred earlier. I know you are eager to meet Alexander and reconcile your differences.
(REBECCA)Delighted) I have no memory of that anymore.
A young man is allowed inside, clad in a black coat and navy blue jeans, wearing a warm smile on his handsome face.He looks young and one could tell he is not from a reputable class.He has in his hands a leather bag and a bunch of rose flowers in both hands.Rebecca creeps from her seat and meets him, the couple are stunned in disbelief.
(REBECCA): (Kissing him) Good to see you finally came.
(KEN): Its nice to be here.You never told me you live here.
(REBECCA): I didn't want to get you bothered.Now you know.This is my parents' home.(Staring at the gifts) These look perfect.
(KEN): Sure for my gorgeous lady.You look Exquisite.
(REBECCA): Thank you sweetheart.
(MR KORSAKOFF): Becky, you never told me you were expecting a visitor.
(REBECCA); Yes he wouldn't be a visitor after today because he is now part of the family and forgive my manners for if you knew of him,you wouldn't have been in this room with him and behold his shadows. Ken, these are my parents and mum, dad, this is my beloved part.
(KEN): So good to finally meet the famous Korsakoff family.
(MR KORSAKOFF): It's never been a more unpleasurable day as this, meeting you in person.
(REBECCA): (Smiling) Why don't you sit while I get you something special.
(KEN): Thank you (They kiss before she departs).
(MRS ANNA)Whispering) Don't you find the young man attractive honey? We should know more about him.
(MR KORSAKOFF)Shouting at the top of his voice) There is nothing attractive about a man dressed in complete shambles.Rather, I find him repulsive and unfit.There is nothing to know Annie.
(KEN): Am sorry but you know nothing tangible about me.
(MR KORSAKOFF): Who cares who you are? After all, your appearance speaks for you.OK, let's find about a little about our unwelcomed visitor.How old are you?
(KEN)Embarrassed) I beg your pardon.
(MRS ANNA): That is an awkward question to start with darling.
(MR KORSAKOFF): Not at all Annie. I ought to find out everything about anybody that is with my daughter and I think I started on the right note.After all, you said we should find out a little information about him.So Mr, answer the question.
(KEN)Reluctant) Am thirty.

(MR KORSAKOFF): (Astonished) What, you don't mean what you said, do you?
(KEN): That's the truth.
(MR KORSAKOFF): (Laughing wickedly) I like you already for your honesty and sincerity.But first of all, a man younger than my daughter cannot get close to my daughter let alone be my son in-law. (Enter Rebecca with a plate of mashed potatoes and fried eggs on a tray, handing them to Ken).
(REBECCA): Dad, mum, I want to say...
(MR KORSAKOFF): Say what huh? You dare bring a man younger than you are to my home as your boyfriend. What kind of a woman does that and what kind of a man so irresponsible is that?
(REBECCA): (Angry) It's my life Dad, I choose who I want to be with.Moreover, the age isn't far apart and many women marry men far younger than them in this present age.
(MR KORSAKOFF): That's a silly talk.Listen to yourself for a second.You want to be like those women that have no eye brows, no shame.I wouldn't let you go that way, your life is my life also.I wouldn't have provided all things you have if you weren't part of my life.Everything I have been through in life is because I want the very best for you and now you want to repay me with this half baked man.
(REBECCA): I forbid you father from insulting my boyfriend.
(KEN): I have been insulted well enough just for today.I never expected to be treated so harshly.
(REBECCA): (Pleading) Am sorry Ken.I assure you my family isn't like this.
(MR KORSAKOFF): That's what you get when you are uninvited to my home.(To Rebecca) haven't you heard of me and your mother, how we met and got married and the rest of the story. I was way too much older when I met her, then she was a correspondent and all I knew was how to do the calculations, plus and minus as a young purposeful adult. We went on a few dates and that's where I discovered within my jurisdictions that I have found a desirable woman. She was the best thing that ever happened to me and I never regretted it. She was my first and only love till date. We had our quarrels for sure but it never broke us apart and that's how a family reacts to the good and to the bad. You ain't going to marry a man who get your spine broken and your cheek bone all swelled up when things get to swing to the other side.
(KEN) :I am not in that category of men Sir.
(ANNA) :That's the point Becky. You need not make a mistake in marrying a man younger than you are. You might get exploited because of how successful you are.
(REBECCA) :You know quite alright that nobody is perfect in a union. I guess you two learnt many things through it and not before because it's a process.
(ANNA) :We know but it isn't right in what you want to do.
(REBECCA) :What isn't right in marrying a man you are in love with? I have never found true love in my entirety, not one good man. I love Ken and am going to marry him.
(MR KORSAKOFF) :Impossible!
(KEN) : (Stands); Am leaving Becky. I can't take this anymore. (To the couple) thank you for the reception.It's nice knowing you all. (Going out).
(REBECCA) Goes after him) Ken, please don't go, please, please(The door is shut behind) Why are you doing this to me? Ruining my life for your selfish interest like what you did to my first love. I have my own life, am matured that's why you entrusted one of your companies in my care. You don't have to control me like a robot.
(KORSAKOFF) :You wouldn't have been heading if your late brother was alive and you know that.
(REBECCA) :I hate you and your old aristocratic ideas. (Exit).
(ANNA) :Becky has metamorphosed into something I can't control.
(KORSAKOFF) :Of course you can control her like you have always done. She hates me now. Am like the Devil. So you fix her up. (The maid-servant runs to the door and returns on hearing another bell ring )
(MAID SERVANT ONE): It's a male visitor Sir.
(KORSAKOFF) :Look, I don't want more surprises, doesn't he have a name?
(MAID SERVANT ONE) :Sir, it's Alexander Craft.
(KORSAKOFF) :Oh, let him in, that's the right visitor I have been expecting all day. (Exit the maid-servant, she returns with an uncommon cordial, amiable handsome looking man probably in his late thirties, huge but not robust, clad in an elegant suit of happiness.His tie and shirt collar button is loosened, probably exhausted by the day's job, a small polished head that still glows even till dark, little carved moustache, blue eyes and a youthful fair complexion. All these entails a gentleman who is about to get involved in sarcasm, a man who will enjoy and suffer later as his hands were tucked neatly in his pockets but releases them as soon his eyes came upon the couple, exchanging warm pleasantries).
(KORSAKOFF) :What a pleasant day in seeing you Alexander.How are you?
(ALEXANDER) :Very well sir. Quite a busy day it was at the company today. How are you Mrs Anna?
(ANNA) :Delightful and delighted to see you visit.
(KORSAKOFF) :Please sit,.What would you like to take?
(ALEXANDER) :A cup of coffee with some cubes of sugar please.(The lanky maid servant attention was called, returning with a cup and pack of cubes of sugar).
(KORSAKOFF) :How is my old amigo doing? He was supposed to be here with you and your mother.
(ALEXANDER) :He sends his apologies for not coming. Personal and family reasons he says but promises to visit soon. Where is Becky?
(ANNA) :She would be here in minutes. Have already sent a maid to fetch her.
(KORSAKOFF) :You know she wouldn't miss you for anything in this world. Not even if her father is dying.
(ALEXANDER) Laughing) I don't think that would be possible.
(KORSAKOFF) :Of course it is. It's no twist.
(ANNA) :She is here. (Rebecca approaches them with unkempt fluffy hair, unmatching chaotic red and purple coloured outfit of mourning and grief. Her facial expressions is of a widow in bereavement of her late husband. Her appearance was despicable and horrible, leaving a dark squeeze on her parents' faces .She sits on the couch without a word voiced out of her curved lips , keeping to her reservations).
(KORSAKOFF) :What is the meaning of this unmitigated insanity Becky?You dare dress this shabbily to see your childhood boyfriend. Retain that atom of respect for your parents and your boyfriend by changing that shame you have on.
(REBECCA) :He is not...
(ALEXANDER) :It's not a problem really (To Rebecca), you look as beautiful as the rainbow, as clear as the crystal and amiable in that dress.
(REBECCA) :I don't need to have a word with you. Your presence irritates me and you are already becoming an allergy to me.
(ALEXANDER) :Why would you say that to me?
(ANNA) :Alexander, were you in anyway found guilty of disloyalty and infidelity to my daughter.
(ALEXANDER) No Mrs Anna, I have never been associated with any other woman except your daughter nor disloyal to her.
(REBECCA) He is lying to you mum.
(ANNA) :Then why did she breakup her engagement with you.
(ALEXANDER): It was nothing of concern.We had a disagreement over the phone of which would be sorted out.
(REBECCA) :Why are you cooking up fabrications?I have my informant disguised that monitors your everyday move ever since I left for Lyon.She caught you flirting with your concubine on numerous occasions from the bar to the motel to hanging out in the beach to...
(ALEXANDER) :And you believe that? How am I to do something as insensible as that?Am a gentleman and you know that, there is only you Becky.
(REBECCA) :And why would she lie to me about you.
(ANNA) :It's simple sweetheart, jealousy of who you are, what you have accomplished and everything you own.
(REBECCA) :Mum, I can't believe what you just said. My friend's family is just as rich as anybody in the society. Your reasons are totally out of reasoning.
(ANNA) :Well, I don't know.
(ALEXANDER) :I swear Becky, on my knowledge and our relationship that I partook in no such things.
(REBECCA) :Stop lying to me Alex, You want to lie right in front of my parents that you didn't take her shopping to Macrock boutique, kissed her in front of Beverly Parks, with a present of a black box containing an expensive diamond ring. I have all the videos posted to me Alex.
(KORSAKOFF) Perplexed); Are these true Alexander?
(ALEXANDER) :Of course not Sir. Do you believe am innocent?
(KORSAKOFF) :I do believe. As far as I know, you are a good man and a good son of my friend and I completely trust in you. I assure you, infidelity or not, disabled or not, you will tie the knot with my daughter in two days time, and our empire will continue to flourish like the flowers in the garden, joined together for eternity.
(REBECCA) :You never seems to amaze me dad.There is no iota of truth in men anymore, you dad, Alex, no one except Ken.
(ALEXANDER) :And who is Ken?
(KORSAKOFF) :A nobody.
(REBECCA) :Ken is the only true man left in this world and it's him I will spend the rest of my days with. Am marrying no man except him.
(ALEXANDER) :Impossible, you are not marrying a man without a name, not when am alive.
(REBECCA ):You are dead to me. (She stands to leave but was held by the arms by Alexander, he dips his left hand in his jacket, bringing out a red coloured box with a love decor on top, he uplifts it to the air on her breast level and opens to reveal a glittering necklace strenuously waiting to be hanged on the neck).
(ALEXANDER) Kneeling) Am sorry, I don't want you to get mad at me even if I have done nothing.Accept this please as a symbol of renewal of my love to you.
(REBECCA) :Just go home.Am in no mood for your tantrum. (Exit Rebecca, Korsakoff shakes his head in contempt before exiting with Anna. Alexander's jacket has been decolourised with sadness and discombobulation and he exit in rage).
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This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people,
places, or events are entirely coincidental.
DEVILS IN DISGUISE
First edition. October 1, 2017.
Copyright © 2017 Reginald Obetta.
Written by Reginald Obetta














ACT ONE SCENE ONE


The clock struck 8.30 am, yet the weather was still as cozy as it would be by 2.am.Temperature running at 12°c on the outside of the paint house in the Couches Boulevard.Embedded in the cool colours of blue and white for the preference of its quality of cool headedness, the castle was old fashioned built like the early 1900 French style, a dimer window on the slate roof with a chimney, a balcony proximal to the sash window and the door, on the left wing, half a hectare of garden with beauteous evergreen trees, bringing a beauteous sunshade in the lucent green coloured terrace up until the driveway, an Olympic size swimming pool by the left gazebo.The inside controvert the outside.The decor stylishly put in a more contemporary manner, with the same painting of the outside on in the inside with the exception of the yellow cushion thit gave the sitting room a more revealing bright appearance. A glass table was placed in the centre on a blue and white stripped mat with a bunch of rose flower vase on it and a folded newspaper on it.White coloured curtains hung on each exit.In the dinning table by the left hand side of the kitchen, a maid servant carries a tray of porridge, scrambled eggs, cutleries and pancakes, along with two others that aided in the setup.A relatively short man in his early sixties with a protruded stomach, roman nose and broad face, of about 4ft 9 inches clad in three piece English brown coloured suit walked to the dinning trailed by a tall ebony woman approaching half a century in age supposedly his wife, still looks like she was in her early thirties. Fifteen minutes later, a belle advances to the table of the couple in her pyjamas. She is in her early thirties probably, curvaceous body type, gorgeous medium sized eyeball, immaculate curved lips and appealing red cheeks.
(REBECCA): (excited) Bonjour Dad and mum.(she sits).
(MR KORSAKOFF): Becky, you are not in Lyon but Pretoria.
(REBECCA): It's just an uncomplicated good morning dad.
(MRS ANNA): Don't listen to your dad.He's so obsessed about you staying away so long from him.How was your first night here in eight years or so?
(REBECCA):8 years,7 months,3weeks and five days to be precise. I had a swell night.One of the best I have had in a long while.I must admit it's a bit colder here even up till this morning.I could barely behold a little ray of the sun pass through the window to warm my room, the fog wouldn't let me see that.I miss the early morning song that is being played to steer people out of their beds that would want me to get hold of my pillow.It was all loving by the way.I already miss Lyon.
(MR KORSAKOFF): I reckon you have been away for a long time my dear.Have your breakfast and maybe we will discuss about our company later
(REBECCA): What do we have here?Pancakes,porridge. Oh no! I miss the bouillabaisse I get to take at Manon restaurant after my morning jogging.
(MR KORSAKOFF) : (To Mrs Anna) Why is your daughter so obsessed with Lyon?This is the second time she is comparing the two cities.
(MRS ANNA): My dear, this is your home.You can't take that away from you. Your beautiful Lyon isn't your city.
(REBECCA): Well, it's my second home.I have been there for eight years now.(Turning to one of the maids) I will preferably, take a cup of coffee and not these.
(MRS ANNA): You used to love porridge and pancakes when you were little, reminisce.
(REBECCA): Oh mum! I used to but not any more.I just need to keep myself warm.I will eat later.(The maid returns with a cup of coffee and she takes it in one gulp, to the wonderment of her parents, returning the empty cup on the table).
(REBECCA): I feel a lot better.Get me more.(The maid returns with another jug and departs).
(MR KORSAKOFF): (Clears his throat) Becky, I think it's the right time you walk down the aisle.(Rebecca spills her coffee on the table cloth, Mrs Anna drops her fork in a noisy behaviour).
(MRS ANNA): (Staring at her husband) Darling, don't you think this is a clumsy moment to debate this.The lady just got back home and needs time to rest. It's untime
(MR KORSAKOFF): It isn't my dear, moreover, Becky has had sufficient repose. She has been sleeping since when she got back last night and this is 9.13 am.So the time is now.
(MRS ANNA): I still think it isn't the perfect time.
(MR KORSAKOFF): Well, Becky, your boyfriend and his parents would be dropping by later today.So I would like you to get prepared.
(REBECCA): Am receiving no one and beside, he isn't my boyfriend. Not anymore.
(MRS ANNA): And why is that?
(REBECCA): We got disengaged over the phone.
(MR KORSAKOFF): Well well well.I cannot remember sanctioning that insane protocol as far as my intellectuals are complete, you are still in this with him.Besides, he never disclosed to me about that.
(REBECCA): Don't pin this on me.Why can't you hear what I have to say before putting me on the cross.
(MR KORSAKOFF): Your opinion at this juncture doesn't matter and am putting no one on the cross.You just have to compromise everything to marry him.
(REBECCA): Am not walking down the aisle with that man.A man that betrayed my trust and love.I don't love him anymore.
(MR KORSAKOFF): What do you know about love?
(MRS ANNA): Honey, please let's hear her reason for refusing.
(MR KORSAKOFF): (Furious) Here what Anna.Her stupid reason for refusing a man of high reputation and social class and of a family of integrity.Surely don't tell me you support her clueless statement.
(MRS ANNA): Am supporting no one here.All am saying is that she deserves a fair hearing.
(MR KORSAKOFF): What fair hearing? Tell me.She's a daughter to you as mine and am treating her the way it ought to be and whatever her reason is, it's invalid.That engagement still stands.
(REBECCA): I feel nothing for him anymore. Not what he did behind my back.
(MR KORSAKOFF): Do you really know what you want my dear? Tell me.How old are you gonna be this year.
(REBECCA): Thirty two and I know what I want.
(MR KORSAKOFF): I bet you don't and still immature. You see, love is like an invaluable jewel hidden in a box under the ground, you search with a headlamp looking for that spot where it is day after day and night after night digging so deep in the process and when you find it eventually, you hold it close to your chest and run to the nearest jeweller to know the worth.You have that priceless jewel and don't be foolish to throw it in the bin least someone picks it up at your expense.
(REBECCA): I see no jewel in Alexander.You're insinuating on what is not.
(MRS ANNA): Becky please, I don't know why this is happening but I assure you your dad and I want the best for you.You just put away your differences and marry Alexander. He is a good man and will surely learn from whatever mistakes he has done.You deserve a highly reputable man by your side to run your father's company with you.That what's paramount.
(REBECCA)Surprised) You too mum with dad.I can't go back on my decision.
(MR KOSAKOFF): Then who is the man after your heart? Surely there is a man worthy of my blessings, of high reputation and social stratification, a man who has a hundred of maids and owns businesses in every continent. Tell me Becky.Who is the lucky man?
(REBECCA): No, he doesn't have all those exuberance and acclaim of wealthiness. I can swear he is much more of a perfect gentleman than Alexander or any of his clown friends.
(MR KORSAKOFF): I forbid you insulting the son of my childhood friend.
(REBECCA): I mean no insult but the indelible facts.He is wonderful, kind, forbearing, full of smiles and vibrant. He has all the qualities a woman needs in a man.I think I am in love with him.He is by a distance, the best man I ever knew, so different from so called social class men.(Smiling) I think am going to be his bride.
(MR KORSAKOFF): You know that is very impossible. The only difference existing between him and the reputable men is the tremendous gap of wealth. He neither dines with Kings nor with Queens, the President nor the Governors. He neither belongs to the fidalgo nobility in Portugal nor that of the hidalgo in Spain.
(REBECCA):Wealth or nobility doesn't matter any more to me.It has placed wrinkles on my face just because you want me to marry no common man.
(MRS ANNA): Where did you meet him?
(REBECCA): Oh mum, I met him some months ago here prior to your calling me back home.
(MRS ANNA): Oh you have been on a frequent visit here just to see him right?And you didn't care to stop by or give us a call.That is bad of you.
(REBECCA): No mum, on the contrary, I was on a business visit to Graham Steel Company, and after the visit, I left in my car for the airport only for the car to break down after a mile or two.Luckily, he passed by and helped me out in seconds, and that's when I realised we had a chemistry. It was pure love at first sight.For a moment, I never believed it really existed until he came, and now I can testify it really exists.You and dad gave me the backing to do anything and go any where as far as is profitable to our company.
(MR KORSAKOFF): We did give you the backing but not to flirt with a common man like...
(REBECCA): Oh please stop dad.Don't insult him please.You have to respect him.He is an auto mechanical engineer.
(MR KORSAKOFF): A man like that doesn't deserve the respect of even a chicken.By the way, you won't marry him.Not as long as am still blinking my eye lashes and half a billion dollars from reaching my first twenty billion.He isn't going to be my son in-law.Tell me, who is his father?
(REBECCA): His Father is late and it doesn't matter who he was.My intentions are clear dad and...
(MR KORSAKOFF): Listen ,You won't find a man that's so into you like Alexander, a rare gem and jewel for my beautiful daughter.
(REBECCA): (Remonstrating).Oh stop dad.Don't infest me with those antagonising words.They itch my pinnae.You can't enforce Alexander on me.I have made up my mind.
(MR KORSAKOFF): You are going to be Alex's bride.
(REBECCA): No dad.Not in this life or after.
(MR KORSAKOFF): If you go against my will, you will lose everything you have and I will disown you as my own flesh and blood because I can see you no longer have the Korsakoff blood running through your veins.
(MRS ANNA): Don't do that honey, I beg of you.It hasn't really come to that.I believe she would change her mind.Don't treat her like a total stranger.
(REBECCA): Why? Because am on the verge of disobeying you.I need no wealth nor riches to be happy.Am sorry, I have lost my appetite.(Exit Rebecca).
(MR KORSAKOFF AND MRS ANNA)Calling out) Becky! Becky! (Both exit).
To be continued tomorrow.
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The name is Devils In Disguise. A play set in Pretoria that centers on a rich family with staunch and aristocratic marriage principles and trying to impose these beliefs of upholding the family social status on their daughter, Rebecca whom they deceived into returning home on a business discussion with her father. Her father wants the son of his best childhood friend and business Mogul to be his son in law, just to conform to his principles but Rebecca objects and decided to introduce a lowly according to her Parents to them whom they also rebukes. A scandal is about to rock and pulverize the groom's family when a little secret is exposed on the day Rebecca tries to run away with her man. The people they thought so highly of wasn't whom they always thought to be. Go to okadabooks.com and search for the title and book cover below to download or the the link Download here and enjoy. Thank you. https://okadabooks.com/search?term=Devils+In+Disguise+