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I be inspector general of police? Na the wan wey I read or hear na em I dey tell you. No be every trial you go hear about now… you know how many rape case wey dey court as we dey talk right now? E plenty now

Olinlin got out of the car and put the Taser at the back of his trouser like it was a gun. He walked discreetly around the car park and took note of a black Mercedes Benz parked in a dark spot near the entrance of the building. He stood behind the car for a while soliloquizing and hid when he saw someone walk by “do not allow anybody see you” he heard Tony’s voice in his head.

Efe’s call sent thoughts of guilt flowing in Biola’s mind; she was so lost in thoughts that she didn’t pay attention to whatever President Kenneth said to her about stopping the story about them from coming out. A knock on the door brought her back to reality.

Nna enh, na this morning my pikin tell me say she apply but dem no pick am and I come tell am say make she find another thing to do say big brother no be good place to go o, na em she come nack me with this eighty five million naira news.

Na the exact thing wey Femi Fani Kayode talk be that but even though na stupid question, e no warrant for Femi Fani Kayode to insult am like that and now because of the insult wey e rain for the journalist head e don enter wahala

After the phone call she got ready dressed and went to work; her thoughts were all over the place, so she decided not to drive. She called Biola on the phone because that was the only thing that would help her stop feeling the fear she was feeling for her friend.

“Today we will be learning quantitative studies. Tony Barz did I say that you can sit down?” his math teacher enjoyed terrorizing him. The more timid Tony appeared, the more his math teacher picked on him in class.

Growing up, asides the dream I had for myself; my mother dreamed for me too… she used to tell me that she couldn’t wait for me to grow up and meet an amazing man, fall in love and get married. She always told me that my wedding day would be one of her happiest days.

Tony was stood strong, the bomb he sent to Anderson’s house was not on and certainly had no connection to his phone; he only turned on a countdown app with a virtual button for dramatic effect.

Why do I feel like Job? Not because any kind of plaque befell me or god tested my loyalty or something but only because everything I feared was going to happen in the past week happened. And now I don’t know what to do… I know what I want to do but I’m not sure it’s the right thing to do

Abeg explain further because this thing wey you talk now enh, I no understand; Kano singer sing song… dem talk say e blaspheme and sentence am to death. Abeg which kind blaspheme person go blaspheme wey go deserve death sentence?

No be say dem no go share the vaccine but e get somethings wey dem go first do before the thing go spread go other countries. Now wey dem don do the corona virus vaccine for Russia, other countries go buy the sample and test am first… na after that test then dem go start to dey buy am in bulk to share to their people.

“Skippy… you haven’t changed a bit” Tony replied “unfortunately for you bro… I can’t say the same. You look like shit… what happened to your arm?” “Long story… you have my stuff?” Tony was in a hurry “yes, but you know I don’t do short notice” “I know… I know… and I am very sorry and I appreciate it, I swear”

He laughed and we had a nice conversation… like a really nice conversation; let’s just say that the conversation made me remember the Abdul I fell in love with in the first place. I wanted to ask him why he was calling so much but I just decided to let it go.