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The ride was torturous because all Tony could think about was his sister’s body lying in his living room; he didn’t think he could see her in that state and be able to go for his presentation in a good state of mind. If only there was a way for him to get the document without going into that house. “Maybe I can recreate the document” he thought.

Although Biola was afraid that Umar’s family might suspect her, Seyi was her pillar of confidence; he told her to tell them that they were attacked by drug dealers that Umar refused to pay. Indeed, Umar’s parents suspected foul play but the moment they saw her, the bruises on her body, the despair in her aura from Umar’s death all their doubts flew away never to return.

On 17th April, 2020, my world came crashing down and my heart shattered into a billion pieces. Upon receiving the news of my father’s passing, I immediately felt the most excruciating pain – a pain I would not wish on my worst enemy. My biggest fear in the world had materialised.

He thought about convincing his boss to let him go for the presentation alone but he already knew that it was going to be futile; his boss hated him and everything he said to him sounded like shit in his ears. So what was he going to do? Rush into his house, get the document and rush out. Surely, there was nothing that was going to make Mr. Henry want to enter his house.

She had been in the kitchen for almost five hours and those hours she watched Biola who sat on the bench close the water; she didn’t tell them she was in the neighbourhood neither did she move an inch from the chair. Sometimes she acted hysterically, cried and threw stones viciously at birds close to the clouds as if they were responsible for Salim’s death and Mrs. Adamu watched her carefully through her kitchen window.

“But this is still bad, we were supposed to be the ones babysitting Lota and making sure that this didn’t happen to her” Ashezi was very sad about us waking up on the rooftop of the hotel; “why so sad?” was all I wanted to ask her but no time for all that touchy feely stuff “shit happens, so let’s hold our heads high and leave this place. Please” I was becoming desperate… the sun was rising real quick.

Make I help you understand. You see enh, NCDC announce today say the new cases wey commot reach one hundred and ninety five; you know wetin e mean? E mean say cases don dey fire up and if cases dey fire up like this, commoting of lockdown no be good news at all at all and for you to go open shop and risk your health that wan too no be good news.

“Something keeps making noise” the second paramedic pointed out as they continued to stabilize Salim “I think it’s his phone… oh my God! His phone!” Shirley was glad to finally get in touch with someone who knew Salim, she ran through his back like a vacuum until she saw the phone crying for an answer.

Tony was a thirty year old man living on his own in Abuja, he was born and raised in Kaduna; he used to be one those who vowed that they were never going to leave Kaduna but when his dear mother died two years ago, Kaduna was not the same again; so he left.

“At this point, I may end up marrying your brother” Lota yelled into my ears. We were at an exclusive club inside the Four Point hotel thanks to KC. I looked at Lota, smiled and continued my conversation with KC “did you hear what I said?” Lota screamed into my ear again; she was drunk and a drunken Lota was something else.

I don talk my own. You how I no like fake news because fake news dey cause serious problem for this world; some people don die because of fake news. No talk say I dey spread fake news, instead just talk say dey wan wey I hear no correct

And now that the killer was exposed; she was now free… free to believe that she did not deserve what Bishop did to her. She was finally free to tell Ben the truth and moving on didn’t look so impossible anymore. “It takes time but patience and love is all you need to become the person you were created to be” words from the sermon Bishop Chukwu gave on the day she went to his church.

She was in some way glad to hear his voice and after thirty minutes of talking and laughing over silly things President Ken agreed to help Efe. He told Biola that his press secretary was going to call Efe for something special “thank you so much… but please don’t let her know that I called” Biola was determined to help Efe feel better about herself.