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About ten minutes later Biola was about to go out for help when Amin woke up and began to throw up profusely, he threw up until there was nothing in his stomach “what the hell happened?” he asked when he saw the blood that was coming out of his head “we thought you were dead”

Since Ashezi did not give me any solution to my problem and Lota was still not taking the hint; I decided to go to google. They say that you have no looked everywhere if you did not look at google; I took my phone, went to my google app, and typed in “How to get your friend to stop doing the chores in your house” and to my surprise a lot of results came out.

After fifteen minutes of agony, they finally arrived at the Abuja Private Clinic but unfortunately for Tony; they were already ready for him in the conference room, so he had no opportunity to run to the bathroom for a minute or two to practise and read through his presentation documents. “Are you ready?” Mr. Henry asked with a smirk on his face and Tony nodded “are you a lizard? When I ask you something answer with your fucking mouth” if ever Tony could slap that man, it would have been in that moment.

It was seven in the morning, Amin had not gotten any sleep; he was up all night thinking and re-thinking the words he was going to use to make his great proclamation of love to Biola. He showered and got dressed as if he was going to an event and while waiting for Biola to wake up before asking her out on a date he got tired of waiting and went into her room to wake her up.

After thirty minutes of my morning routine, I decided to go out of my room in search of my friend just to make sure that she didn’t wake up early in the morning and bolt. As I entered the living room, I noticed that the living room was spotless and smelled of house fragrance but again… I didn’t pay much attention until I entered the kitchen and there she was; my friend, Lota.

No be the scamdemic wey you talk now now be the corona cake? Instead of dem to use the money to buy or make more test kits and test more people; dem don start to dey share the money.

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.

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.