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DAVID
'my son, things may be rough today but don't forget 'your destiny can only be delayed, it can never be denied'. Even if you have to do menial jobs to survive go ahead and do it! Don't ever blind your destinies eyes by stealing or indulging in any illegal activities like some desperate people do. Yes I'm an akara seller but it's better than being called a prostitute, be wise my son...... be wise. My people say,' a good name brings wealth and good tidings' Oya kneel down lemme pray for you.' he kneels down and bows his head as his mother lays her two hands wrinkled from frequent proximity to fire on his head and prays a deep prayer for her son, calling the hosts of heaven to hasten with his blessings. Reminding God that her son has been a good boy all his life, and his blessings should not be delayed so that he will not go astray. Placing her palms on his feet, speaking in her native okrika dialect she told his feet to listen to the guidance of God and like balaams donkey refuse to take him to any destination against God's will. Putting her hand on his inner thighs, she spoke from her heart thanking God for blessing her with children that have brought her comfort and happiness since after her husband's death making all the worries of life fade away like smoke from her locally made cooking stove. Blessing their offspring for generations to come, she prayed that tears, hearthache, and shame will be far away from their domain . With that mama David asked for water, she bid David journey mercies as He embarked on his journey back to the Trans-Amadi area of Port-Harcourt where he managed a self contained apartment in his uncles vast mansion.
'thank you mama for your prayers and advise, please stay strong and don't worry about anything God will provide. Take your drugs and rest.' 'Fabia, please try your best to ensure mama takes her drugs appropriately and always be by her side, everything will be fine by God's grace, but I need to live now' He said . After hugging his sister and mother he left the hospital making his way to the Kalio Ama jetty where he'll board a boat to abuloma and from their to his uncles house at trans amadi. At the jetty, Just as he was about to board the single engine flying boat he felt a light tap on his shoulder. Turning to see a teenage boy hu told him 'my capon de call you', 'eh ehn? for where im day' answered David. 'Im de for yonder that side' the teen replied pointing a finger in the direction of a slightly elevated point on the jetty. 'okay Chief, make I collect my money back from the boat rider' he told the boy, as he made to engage the driver in conversation for his change the tout walked a few feet away from the jetty to the shade provided by the towering fruit tree. Looking back, the boy noticed the 'bros' his executioner asked him to call had boarded the boat which was just making its way out of the jetty. Swearing under his breath the tout swiftly walked to the place where he's executioner was seated to report himself off his failure in his 'duty', standing by his executioner were other members of the group who formed the exco's of the sea devils in that small island community.
As the boat approached the abuloma jetty, David was grateful that he'd outsmarted the tout who'd been ready to take him to God knows where. The sea devils had turned his village into a wild west of sorts, young men who weren't members and weren't careful were buried alive, some where tied hand and feet to 9inches blocks and thrown into the sea. He always had reservations coming to his village because of what this dreaded militants do to people, the brazen manner with which they carry out their nefarious activities was alarming. The police feared them even more than most citizens, they had more sophisticated assault rifles than the police brandishing them with reckless abandon. Wondering what this men from the underworld could want with him, he highlighted slowly from the boat at the abuloma jetty walking trance like to the park.
Upon his arrival, he was surprised to see his uncles wife seating in front of his door. Forcing a smile, he greeted her and asked about her husband. 'He travelled' she told him, ' I hope all is well madam?' David asked. She replied in the positive but informed him that she mistakingly reset the password of the WIFI and now couldn't remember the new one, he asked her to call the service provider for assistance ' they'll be here tomorrow but I have an urgent Skype call in two hours that can't be rescheduled, can you please assist? ' she told him. 'ehm..... okay I'll see what I can do. But give me 10mins' he told her, she thanked him and walked away.
' it's fine now, but You'll need to be careful so as not to mix things up next time' he told her,quite uncomfortable with how close her face was to his shoulder 'the new password is your name Amanda, you can change it after I leave' 'thank you very much. you've been very helpful. Please have this to recharge your phone' she said offering him a wad of one thousand naira notes, 'thank you madam, but I can't accept that' he said trying to adjust forward pretending to peer closer to the monitor screen while he hurriedly closed the application. As he made to stand she held unto his shoulder with her soft hands pleading with him to assist with synchronising her email and phone. He sat back down asking for both phone and email address, she gave him both and told him she'll be back in a bit. Immediately he was done with the synchronisation process he dashed out of the large lavishly furnished sitting room escaping from all temptation to the solitude and security his apartment provided.

CHIEF DOKUBO

'You have been ignoring his calls for too long, don't you think you should give our son another chance?' Charmaine asked Chf Dokubo, they were in a limousine navigating the smooth clean roads of the three ams zone enroute for Aso villa 'that boy is a disgrace'!!! Shouted Chf. 'it's baffling that you'll still intercede on his behalf, the General manager of GTB called to tell me the trust fund I set up for Junior is empty!!! How did he spend one hundred million naira? Did he buy shares in a company or invested in a project?. Did he make a bad business decision? He didn't do any of the above. He spent it touring and gambling in Europe, taking private jets up and down. The money is almost finished and now he calls me, to tell me what?' fumed Chief 'I don't want to hear the mention of his name, he's refused to do anything useful with his life. Two universities!!!!! he was expelled for crimes ranging from armed robbery to rape!!!!! My son an armed robber and rapist (he adds, almost too faint to be heard), I don't blame him it's all my fault for spoiling him the way I have in the past but that will no longer happen. He is no longer heir to my vast business empire, as of this moment he is connected to me by blood and name only'. ( and I wonder if he truly is from loins) thought Chief Atamuno Dokubo. His wife was adamant, ' but chief he's our only son, you just can't dis-inherit him like that who'll inherit All the wealth you've amassed over the years?' replied Charmaine his wife 'you must have heard of warren buffet and other philanthropic billionaires , or haven't you? I'm sure you have.'
' But chief....' started his wife. 'quiet woman!!!!' thundered chief, ' I meet with the presidency in 20 minutes, I'll appreciate it if you can be quiet. You have half a billion naira in your trust fund set up for you by your late father, why don't you give him to manage and stop disturbing my life' finished Chief.
Just then his phone rings, dipping his right hand into his left breast pocket he picks his cell phone upon seeing the caller identity he answers immediately. 'Ali my man, oh yes I'll be there in a couple of minutes. I definitely will not be late' he ends the call and put it on silent mode.

'His excellency is in the banquet hall with some Chinese diplomats, he's asked that we wait in his office' Alhaji Ali informed Chief Dokubo.
As they made their way towards the very grand office of the number 1 citizen in Nigeria, Chief Dokubo could only reminisce on the earlier conversation with his wife. Could he really give away everything he's worked for to charity? How did he become so unlucky to have been blessed with such a son who he could never mention or be proud of? Thinking back to his youth, he knew he'd done some very bad things as a youth but those actions were borne out of necessity. It was either survival or die a hungry painful death, but his son has been privileged. Attending the best schools, holidays in exotic locations. He heaved a sigh....
'what is the matter Chief?' asked Alhaji Ali 'nothing really, was lost in thought for a bit' replied Chief 'we can always renegotiate the terms of the service contract for your proposed rig' said Alhaji thinking that was the problem as the falling dollar price would affect the cost service delivery. 'it's of a personal nature. How much longer do we have to wait?' asked chief changing the subject, an uneasy quiet filled the room.
The door was opened minutes later and the president walked in. Rising, the two men greeted his excellency and waited to be told to sit. Asking them softly to take their sits, the president apologised for keeping them waiting and informed them that he'd rather have this conversation from the comfort of his residence. After a bit of friendly chit chat they where off to the residential wing of the villa, upon arrival the president left instructions not to be bothered until he's finished the meeting with his 'special guests'.
'Click' sounded the sound proof door of the presidents library. He was really looking tired and had to be left for a bit of time before he initiated the conversation, ' hajia tells me she's in kaduna with your wife and would return in 2hours' the president informed Chief Dokubo. 'It appears the approval of OML23 has made you more enemies' the president told Chf, ' these people as you are aware don't make empty threats, they won't stop until you are dead' 'they are your old friends after all your excellency,you can call them off' replied Chief. The president asked the Chief if he can make this problem go away 'we'll just have to see,in the interim My family will move to the U.S while I relocate to the garden city.' replied the Chief. The president nodded his head and summoned his P.A mallam Idris, 2seconds later a formerly disguised part of the wall opened and a tall dark handsome gentleman in his early 20's of northern decent walked out briskly. ' bring them in the president ordered' minutes later four men led by Mallam Idris walked in, the men where High Chief Eketa Tommy (rivers state), General Opkolopkolo (delta/edo states), Alhaji gbisket (bayelsa state), Gen. Loaf baby (delta/ondo/osun states).' now gentlemen, I believe you all have met so there's no need for introductions' . Turning to the four men who just entered he started ' it has been brought to my knowledge that a contract for the assassination of my friend here Chief Dokubo has been given, I don't care to know what issues you had with him before now but I will only say this once. The naira is crashing and so is oil we need every revenue we can get. Chief Dokubo will be building two refineries in exchange for the O.M.L23, this means that without exporting our oil we shall refine and sell to Nigeria and other African countries. But first, we need all the refineries we can get. If anything happens to Chief Atamuno Dokubo in your area I will personally hold you responsible, not only that I will retract the amnesty of such person, kill such persons and all their members/followers and if there is pipeline vandalism in that area I will do worse than what my predecessor from otta farms did to that community in Bayelsa' I'm sure ve made myself clear?' He said in a voice just above a whisper, knowing the former military dictator to be a man of his words the militant leaders nodded their heads vigorously. 'Good that will be all' he said dismissing the 'repentant agitators'. 30 mins after the departure of the four men and some small talk his excellency stood, signalling that the meeting was over. Chief and Alhaji stood and left after shaking hands with the president.
Leaving the Aso Villa, Chief Dokubo called his wife telling her to wait for their kids at their asokoro residence and upon their arrival move to the private wing of the abuja airport where the pilot and cabin crew of his private jet awaits. Taking the private jet of his friend Alhaji Ali, he arrived Port-harcourt international airport where He was met by a 20man team of ex-special forces soldiers that whisked him away from the airpot to his residence close to the government house along William Jumbo street Old Gra Port -harcourt.

Hello everyone, this is a first attempt at writing a story here. Constructive criticism is much welcome, thank you.





Open heavens
This story is a work of fiction, the names used in this story are purely fictional as well. This story is the intellectual content of the original author( Tonye wellington), no part or parts of this story are to be used without the express written authority of the author.
This work of literature is protected by the Nigerian Copyright Act of 2004

DAVID.
The 4 kilometres walk from the junction through the elekahia housing estate to his self contained one room apartment in his uncles house along T.Y Danjuma road Trans-amadi under the burning august sun was a not so pleasant task, a cold sachet of water purchased from the pure water hawkers along aba road outside the MTN office where he went for an interview at noon was the only source of hydration he'd gotten all afternoon. 'We'll keep in touch' was all he was told after answering all questions asked him by the gentleman and two ladies that made up the recruitment panel of the South African communication company.
He could only pray they did get back to him as he had almost exhausted the meagre savings he was able to painstakingly and diligently set aside from the menial jobs he did during his 4year B.s.c Programme, The best graduating student at the University of Port-Harcourt's Department of Business Management he never imagined that life 2 years after N.Y.S.C would be so difficult and hard, only God knows how he would have managed without the bricklayers wages he'd gotten this past few months.
Drying the perspiration off his face with his crisp white handkerchief, he continued the long walk back to his abode. He thought of stopping at the site of the office complex under construction close to his house but a cold bath and a nap sounded more appealing, as he continued his long walk home he thought on an on how unlucky he'd been with his job hunt so far resorting to very hard labour just to make ends meet.
He was doubtful he could continue surviving in this manner for long, he had to look for an alternative means of income a lot less stressful than this 'ugwaja' he's been doing so far before he aged 10 years older than he was.
Just then his phone rang, it was Fabia calling. He realised he was yet to send her the N5,000 he promised her to aid the purchase of her JAMB form, as tired and dehydrated as he was he realised he would have to stop over at the construction site after all to raise some money for his sister's jamb form. But first, a quick stop at madam bose's long bench for a much needed plate of rice and beans without meat.
'una well done o' he greeted the other customers already seated enjoying various delicacies 'Madam bose , abeg you get rice and beans?' David asked the dark middle aged heavy bottomed Yoruba lady, 'No o Oga David, edon finish pkata pkata, na the one me I go chop na e remain. But I get yam portage, with cow head. Is you like that one?' she replied. 'Oya gimme the portage 'without', and two cold pure water make I take hold body' David replied her.

Rotating her well endowed bottom she went about having his order ready. 'Na e be dis oga' she said dropping the plate, 'ah ah madam, sheby I tell you say na without!! Which one you carry two heavy meat put inside?' David asked her. 'ah ah na Oga David you is my better customer, Is just a showing of appreciation for a better somebody like you 'beeni'(yes).
'bia madam, na only David be your customer hia?' asked 'odogwu one chance'. Hehehehehe a deep throated laugh escaped bose's throat causing her heavy mammary glands to gyrate accordingly.
'odogwu! If my business is depend on customer like you I would ve close my shop and going my village since, just quietly chopping your yam portage before I remembering how much you is owing me' replied madam bose.
Eating quietly and slowly David hardly noticed the comedy on going around him, as he was deep in thought. Finally done with the well spiced and very tasty yam portage, he proceeded to give madam bose her money which she refused collecting telling him not to bother.
'Opobo leeee! madam bose, this is a multiple ndralulu in drastic nditete!' Exclaimed Odogwu one chance, 'come David i'm beginning to suspect that you have begun indulging in the unholy copulation with madam bose's down below' he quipped . 'that dry paw paw leaf you are smoking has beginning to driving you mad, benee!(yes), Infact leaving my shop before I sitting on your head omo ale jatiti' replied madam bose.
David quietly left the both of them as he made his way to the site, on reaching the site he realised that the only work available was offloading bags of cement from the trailer making its way into the site ' Na N50 per bag I de pay to offload o' said the supervisor . Hearing this he stripped down to his boxers, found and wore an old condemned coveralls and went about offloading with enthusiasm the heavy dangote cement bags whistling as he did much to the annoyance of his colleagues. With 10 persons at the site he still managed to off-load a hundred and 50 bags of cement which was by far more than what his body could handle.
Ensuring his wage was safely tucked into his bag, with a wet cloth he cleaned himself of the cement particles wore his clothes and made his way home.

Awakened by the constant ringing of his phone, every part of his well chiselled frame ached severely as a result of the previous days 'ugwaja' job he'd done. Stretching and yawning he grabbed his cell phone from the bedside table to see the calls he missed that morning, 15 missed calls 13 from fabia 2 from an unknown number.
He immediately dialed his sister's number, she picked on the second ring ' David it's mama o' sobbed fabia, 'she collapsed and we had to rush her to the health centre at main Okrika'.
'Oh no, not now!!' thought David, he had nothing save for the N2,700 in his savings account and the N7,500 he got from offloading bags of cement yesterday. Putting on a jean trouser t-shirt and palm slippers making sure to carry his wallet in his back pocket he hurriedly left for the health centre were his mother was taken.

'hello fabia, I am at the reception of the health centre where are you?' David asked his kid sister 'I'll be out in a bit just hold on' she replied.
'thank God you are here 'bros me' ' hugging her big brother she sobbed into his shoulder.
'Where's mama?' He asked her, 'she's in the general ward receiving drip. The nurse asked me to deposit N5,000 else her treatment won't be continued as we still owe them N11,000 from her previous treatment here' she told him. 'how did it happen? Where were you when she collapsed? Where you making sure she took her medications as prescribed by the doctor?' He quizzed her, 'that's why I called you yesterday, mama's drugs got finished days ago' fabia answered. 'Don't worry mama will be well, let me deposit the money so they'll continue her treatment' holding hands, she led him to the nurses station where he made the deposit.


Ibinabo
'where are you now?!!! The bridal train leaves any moment and you are not here with my jewelries' she screamed into the phone at her driver Koffi. 'Madam na traffic jam I de so, I don de reach. You go soon see me, sorry madam'. 'sorry for yourself you old fool' she replied the elderly chauffeur. 'ah ah Ib why are you so rude? That man is older than your father yet you address him in such a disrespectful manner' scolded Jessica her childhood friend. Jessica wondered why her friend ibinabo was such a shrew, she'd been this way since they where little kids. An only daughter of Chief and professor Mrs Atamuno Dokubo, Ibinabo Irene Dokubo was a very beautiful young lady. She was indeed the object of affection of her dotting parents who spoilt herself and her only brother Idawari at any given opportunity, they were never flogged whenever they misbehaved by their parents who believed that kids should never be flogged. If only Ibinabo knew the harm being done to them by their parents, at 23 years of age she was the most disrespectful of her peers. Her brother Idawari has been expelled from two private universities, his offences ranged from cultism, rape, armed robbery. Other nefarious activities of Idawari Dokubo are kidnapping and fraud.
'Na them be this madam Ib' said the obviously petrified chauffeur Koffi, 'what took you so long ehn? Why are you so slow Koffi. You are really slow and dumb' quipped Ib, with a frown on his face the old man walked slowly away.
Every one noticed the way Ib insulted the old man, she was actually being tolerated so as not to spoil their friend Yemisi's special day. Not many of her friends wanted her around, the few who did where either from her childhood days or the gold digging acquaintances who like vultures hovered around for the few give aways she threw around every now and then.
'Yemisi are you through? Your dad just knocked for the second time' Jessica informed ' we are almost through with her make up, we should be through in another 5minutes' Replied Amaka the petite ebony beauty who's hour glass shape was greatly complimented by her expensive christian dior gown.
Ibinabo prayed that the ceremony would come to its end, it was her time of the month and she was really uncomfortable. Checking to make sure her pad was properly placed, she walked slowly behind the bridal train as they made their way into the Anglican cathedral at Buguma town in Kalabari Kingdom, Rivers state.
It really was a colourful event, the guests that graced the white wedding of Prince Ipalibo Princewill the crown prince of the Kalabari Kingdom were very important dignitaries. In attendance where the Vice president of Nigeria( a class mate of Prince Ipalibo's father the king and Chief Dokubo, Ibinabo's father), the Senate president, state governors, ambassadors. The small town of Buguma was abuzz with activities, the fearsome looking security personnel were so many you'd think an invasion was in the offing.
The locals where dressed in their Sunday best, and although the wedding was strictly by invitation the locals where very well attended to. Tents where dishes of various kinds both known and alien to the locals where provided and made available to them in order to have them distracted long enough until the wedding was concluded and the guests far gone, while this worked on the majority of the towns people a few others whose purpose differed from the rest didn't even go near the tent but kept close tabs on the dignitaries from afar.
Vows exchanged,pictures taken the ceremony proceeded to the palace of the Amayanabo(king) of Kalabari kingdom. The reception was strictly by invitation and you couldn't get anywhere near the palace entrance without one, an exception was made for the palace servants and extra hands employed just for the wedding they where however subjected to immense scrutiny by the Ass. Police Commissioner in charge of that district.
Celebrity musician/singer Tubaba was in attendance to surprise the couple and their guests with his award winning track African queen, as he sang 'spiritual healing' the grooms men and bridesmaid performed a humorous drama formerly rehearsed and much to the entertainment of the guests. While kin attention was being paid to the drama by everyone, no one noticed a lady in a servants attire paying close attention to Chief Dokubo as he was huddled in conversation with the V.P, the King, Alhaji Ali(Africa's richest man and friend of the president) and the state Governor. She'd tried getting close to him but to no avail, she'd been told to poison his drink as the team of snipers couldn't get a clear shot of the Chief from their vantage point. They'd been discussing about OML 23 won by Chief Dokubo, Alhaji Ali had used his relationship with the presidency to get the OML(oil mining licence) awarded to his bosom friend Chief Dokubo and in return Chief had giving the servicing contracts for the deep sea oil rig to Alhaji Ali.
As the ceremony gradually came to its end Prince Ipalibo in his speech thanked the guests for coming to the small town of Buguma to honour his wife and himself as well as their families, praying that God guide them as they leave for their various abodes. As if on cue, fireworks from nowhere where fired into the horizon displaying an array of colours much to the amazement of the guests. As the ooh's and aah's of the locals filled the air, the V.P and other high profile guests discreetly left the palace of his majesty King Amachree IX, Amayanabo of Kalabari kingdom Much to the dismay of 'ama opusingi'.
Ama opusingi, a lieutenant of the dreaded 'sea devils' and his boys also exited the environment. He had been contracted to eliminate Chief Dokubo by the chiefs enemies, they'd been unlucky this time but the next time they'll hit their target concluded amakpoja second in command and child hood friend of Opusingi. Opusingi never missed a target and he was sure he'll hit the bulls eye next time he thought as they made their way into the creeks of Kalabari.