All For You

 EPISODE 5

Location: Abuja, Nigeria.

Time: 8:06 PM

The room was gloomy but bright enough for everyone to see its magnificience. No wonder it was called crystal; everything seemed to be made of glass from the roof to the ceremic tiles to the state of the art computers to the seatees. There was enough elbow room to contain the forementioned.

Katarina and bronswort occupied two seats while Jayden sat next to the computerised wall as usual.
His fingers were racing from one keypad to the other. He was already used to it!
The large cctv monitor had clips of various places showing on it. However, Jayden poured all his attention on the section displaying Michael. He was on an important mission and communication was vital!
Jayden couldn’t bring himself to believe what he saw, a bomb was resting majestically in Michael’s ski-jet.
He warned Michael about it but it was rather too late, the bomb exploded, causing the screen to take the hazy path. Everything went cloudy as smokes and flames filled the air.

No! This can’t be happening, it must be a fragment of hallucination. He reversed the footage to be sure.
Jayden was the computer guru in an underground syndicate nick named “THE DARK HORSES” they involve in various illegal activities ranging from kidnaps to assassination of prominent persons. The top four agents in the syndicate were known as dark horses, they radiate nothing less of modern gladiators. Their works were always as clean as crystals, to say they are the best is gross hypobole.

“boss there is a situation here” Jayden interrupted Katarina and bronswort who were killing time. Katarina swerved her chair to face Jayden.
“everything alright? She asked in a mixture of african and american accent. She was a british born Nigerian. Her dad was the boss, he shows himself in a month of sundays his daughter was his mirror as he’ll seat inside and give orders while she directs its execution.

“Michael was involved in an explosion” Jayden tipped.
The name Michael alone triggered fibres of shocks in her, he was the love of her life. She knew he loved her though he’d never admitted it. Katarina stood to her feet, she took a few steps towards Jayden who reversed the footage for her to watch. Tears threatened to gush down her cheeks as her eyes embraced the terrifying scene. She took comfort in the fact that she was the boss around her, emotions shouldn’t intervene in matters related to dark horses.

“trace the last number he called” Bronswort commanded.

Jayden shoke his head in disappointment. “i tried doing that, no tracks were left, the caller identity wasn’t traceable”.

“could be that we have enemies? Asked Abubakar who just walked in.

Katarina heaved. “this must have been planned before hand. We need to be very careful, you’ve been making lots of noise lately”
she warned and walked away to her father’s wing.
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LOCATION: Nnamdi Azikiwe International airport, Abuja.

TIMD: 10:56AM

The far and tiny objects observed from above began to magnify as the plane came closer to mother earth. It landed with a bounce, rolled a few more meters, bounced again before finally coming to a halt. The aisle flung open as if it was waiting to smell the Nigerian ground. People of different callibre alighted gently, the sweet aura of expensive body sprays fought defensively against the natural air gas lurking round the airport.
Gabriel took his final step off the aisle. He heaved a big sigh, feels good to be in Nigeria again! He was given three months vacation and decided to spend it with his twin bro, its been ages since they last saw eyeball-to-eyeball. In the heat of the moment Gabriel had tried contacting Michael to tell him about his coming sadly none of his lines were reachable, much to his, (Gabriel’s) distress.
He was clad in all black, he noticed Michael loved black wears especially when in Nigeria. He’d cladded his frame in black to impress the tough nut out of his brother Michael.

LOCATION: CRYSTAL

TIME: 11:05 AM

The incidence of yesterday left Katarina confused and emotionally unstable. She’d been seating next to Jayden for over three hours now. They’d been trying to trace Michael’s last caller but luck ran away from them. Just when she was about giving up, she saw Michael at the airport. The Dark horses had hacked the surveillance systems in all international airports round the nation that way they could monitor what goes in and out of Nigeria.
“Michael!” she screamed excitedly.
Jayden however wasn’t excited he knew Michael couldn’t have made it out of the fire absolutely spotless. Only him in the syndicate knew Michael was a twin ’cause the latter had kept his real identity a secret.
Damn it! Gabriel shouldn’t have come into the country at that time! Jayden swallowed had as he thought how best to tell Katarina it was Gabriel and not Michae.
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To be continued

All Of You

Years later………..
CHAPTER 2: Sunset at noon

EPISODE 4

Location: Maimi, Florida, USA.

Time: 2:05pm

The sun was high above the sky, even the blind could tell winter had ran back to her hideout. Rows of royal palm flocked the roadsides adding beauty to the city.
The city was as busy as normadics and their animals on a greenland.
Michael was nodding to a raggae song beaming from his car’s stereo.
He drove to a popular yacht station and killed his engine just when he drove into the parking lot.
He stepped out of his black hyundai sonata and took a quick glance at the environment.
He heard it on the grapevine that the feds were always watching, he must be as stealthy as a ghost!
He was clad in a black Taiwan leather jacket, black sweat pants and black shades.
His attaire were gracely embrassed by his milk skin and well toned body. He was on low cut but his hair were so very curly. His hair was his trademark!

Having made sure that the coast was clear, he stepped into a ski-jet prepared for him and sailed down the ocean blue waters.
Michael was an ex american CIA. He was burned for his sticky fingers with government funds.
In the heat of the moment, an underground syndicate based and temporary operating in Nigeria found him useful and recruited him straight to the position of a top agent.
The syndicate had benefited so much from Michael’s skills and expertise. He was always in the warfront of important mission such as the one he was embarking on.
The mission was an easy peasy, sign the contract and get out.
The boss specifically sent him ’cause he, Michael knew every nook and cranny of Maiami, moreso, he was a master of disguise a grand duke of stealth and a gladiator of modern times.

Michael brought his ski-jet to a halt before a white yacht. Without a tiny bug of ado, He hopped into the yacht. He didn’t move two steps before he was accosted by two masked fully armed men. Was this the best Evgani could do? He chuckled inwardly.

“your hands above your head” one of the armed me commanded in a husky and thick Russian accent.
The guard searched Michael roughly.
“he is clean, lead him to the boss” the man commanded his fellow, having been satisfied with his little security check.

Michael took bold steps into the yacht. Evgeni was seated on an accoustic chair with two armed men by his left and right respectively. The interior of the yacht looked more of a third world war infantry. Weapons of variant callibres occupied the room.

Bory Evgeni was Russian most notorious drug dealer who had his pictures pasted in military intelligence base of almost all nations of the world. He was declared internationally wanted roughly two years ago, yet he haven’t been captured. He was really good at what he does, not even the airport authorities know he was in USA.
Michael was to strike a deal with him for hard drugs which are to be shipped into Nigeria in a matter of months.

Evgeni smiled on seeing Michael, his tooth were grey in colour, only God knows how bad they smell!

” i thought you wouldn’t make it, Michael”
“i’m not scared of the authorities, you know that” Michael smirked.

Evgeni owed him big time. Michael had saved his life before.

“shall we get down to business?” asked the impatient Michael.

“oh yes!” Evgeni snapped his fingers and a guard gave Michael a pen and document to sign. Michael signed it and passed the written document to Evgeni who also signed his own part of the deal.

“i need the shipments as soon as they are ready; my clients are impatient about this” stuttered Michael.

“of course”

The duo shoke hands and Michael walked out of the yacht. Mission accomplished! He hopped into his ski- jet and ignited the engine.

Not long into his sailing festival, his phone rang. He picked it up without checking who the caller was.
“sorry Mikey, your story ends here, good to know you wouldn’t have time to repent, demons like you dance in hell!”
said the caller from the other end of the line. Michael was for a moment gobsmacked. He checked for the caller identity, it was hidden. Damn it! His cover can never blow just like that, this must be the handiwork of a friendly enemy.
“who are you? He asked courageously.

“michael!!” a voice screamed into his ear. He wasn’t sure where that voice came from ’cause he had a micro bluetooth earpiece in his ear, a mobile phone on the other ear and the outside world.

“michael! There is a bomb in the boat” this time he was sure it was his colleague speaking, he heard the voice emanating from his earpiece. He turned to search for the bomb.
His gaze fell on a time bomb its time read “00:01” before you could read JERK ROBINSON the bomb went off, everything in the boat, were caught in angry flames. Even the water nearby wasn’t left out.

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To be continued

The previous episodes were more of a background tale, the real story just began 

All For You

 EPISODE 3

“Hi” Madison greeted with a gentle peck on his cheek.
“how is my queen today? Hassan forced himself to speak, evading the dampness of his heart.
From his countenance Madison knew something was wrong somewhere. Oh how she wish it was’nt what she was thinking.

“you don’t look happy, everything okay? She asked in her american accent, she’ve spent years in Nigeria, some of the things she’ve not lost to the Nigerian nation are her accent and skin colour.
Hassan couldn’t hold it any longer, he just have to tell her whole nine yards.

“my dad! He had a heart attack today, it was so worst that he’d have to be flown out of the country for further treatments”
Madison was gobsmacked, this wasn’t what she bargained for, now she know her mum was right when she said she, Madison and hassan weren’t meant to be.

“you know, i can’t help but blame myself, its all my fault….i…..”
Madison cut him in.
“no hassan, its not your fault, if there is anyone to blame, that should be me.
I’m just like a pest in your life, ever since we met, i’ve caused you nothing but trouble….i’m sorry hassan”
she summoned the whole energy in her to stop herself from crying. The more she tried, the more rains of tears flood her eyes.
She couldn’t break herself to believe she was leaving hassan. Fate can be so cruel sometimes! He was the only one who could draw out genuine smile from the darkest part of her heart, he was the only first and true love she ever experience.
Hassan was confused. “w….wh….what do you mean? He asked in utter frustration.

“hassan we live in two separate worlds, separated by religion, royalty and race. Our destinies are separated like heaven and earth, we were never meant to take a step from platonic friendship….i love you hassan i’m sorry we have to end it this way”

Hassan rubbed his eyes fiercely no! This can’t be happening, it must be some sort of dream.
” no Madison, i can’t last a day without you and you know it, please don’t leave me.
If you want, we can elope, yes! To a far away country where no one would know us, let alone disturb.”

Madison shoke her head in the negative. “i’m doing this for you hassan, all for you. Your sick father needs you, the palace need you and your people need. They all need you more than i do. You are a prince i am nothing but a foreigner who’d ruin your life and ambition…..farewell Hassan.

Hassan held her cheeks with both hands, tears steamed his dark face. The last time he cried like this was when he lost his twin, Hassana. That was eight years ago.
He had learnt to move on, Madison coming into his life was a great help with that.
He’d think Madison was an incarnate of hassana. They both had one thing in common- brightening up his mood.
He can’t lose Madison! What would his life be like? Trash, hopeless, frustrated, miserable?

“Good bye hassan, please don’t bother looking for me ’cause we’d be moving out of the country sooner or later. Please remember this, i love you and i’ll always do” she pecked him on the forehead.
“take this necklace, it’ll remind you of me….bye”
she gave him a silver necklace with a pendant made of glass. Inside the glass was a capture of her beautiful self.
Hassan wept to stupor he didn’t mind the embarassing fact that he was standing on the round. He wished the earth around him would just queak and swallow him up.
What reason is there to leave when two most important people in his life are gone?
He wiped away his tears with a small oxblood hankie.
Every cloud has a silver lining, its high time he concentrate more on the family he have left; his sick father, aging mother and kid sister.
His father wasn’t polygamous as against most rich men from the north.
Hassan admired that and promised himself to stick only to one woman. Woman? He just realised he’ve lost the very woman he loved, no other woman can occupy his now shattered heart.
He picked his broken self together and drove back to the palace, what a day!
First he gave his dad a heart attack and now his lover have left him, the joyous hassan in him flew away, he was left with a shattered body and soul to deal with.

Madison and her family left the country a weak later. There in the united states she realised she was pregnant. She’ve already call it quits with hassan, moreso the pregnancy wouldn’t change anything. Her belly grew bigger as the days passed by, nine months later; the glorious period!
She gave birth to a set of identical twins; Michael and Gabriel.
She nutured and showered them with all the love a mother could breed. But something was missing- a father!
Five years afterwards, she fell in love with Spencer sherwood; an afro american.
Their beautiful union brought forth a child- Nathan.
Sherwood died a couple of years later. Leaving Madison to think she wasn’t destined to be married.
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To be continued

All For You

 EPISODE 2

The emir was rushed to a private hospital in company of his wife and two children.
He was taking to a special ward; a ward dedicated to him alone. The ward had his name inscribed on its doorpost. The reason isn’t a far cry from the fact that he built the hospital.

Hassan sat with his mum in the waiting room, they were not allowed into the ward.
Aminat the emir’s wife was visibly shaking, she kept muttering incoherent prayers, she wasn’t ready to be a widow…no not yet.
Hassan didn’t know what to do, he was caught between two stools, should he continue being a muslim for his father’s sake or abide by his promise to Madison?
God! He was drop dead confused.
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Chloe stared affectionately at her now miserable daughter.
Madison the last of her children had refused to eat or go out of the house ever since her parent’s told her about their plan to return to the United states for good.
Chloe knew why her daughter was adamant to their trip, she was in love with a Nigerian, not just a Nigerian, a muslim!
Geez she would never let that grow under her feet, yes she loved her daughter, she was doing everything for her best interest, if only Madison could understand!

Madison came down to Nigeria with her family when she was sixteen.
Her dad, Robertson was a contractor, he got a rossy fedral contract which paid off more than what he ever envisaged.
He decided to reside in Nigeria.
Madison attended a Nigerian university where she met a charming young man, who gained her love, the feeling was mutual.
They scaled through variant challenges, their religious differences was the stumbling block left. Madison’s dad was a clergy while hassan’s father was an emir. the two parents didn’t for one minute accept love was a powerful spirit capable of breaking strongholds and concrete beliefs.
They were all against this relationship, hassan however promised to talk to his dad about it, Madison was waiting and hoping for a positive outcome, albeit her hopes weren’t high, only sheer fluke can rescue the love birds.

Madison felt a soft tap on the shoulder.
She turned abruptly, her mum smiled and sat next to her, on the bed.
The room looked so very untidy, quite unusual of her.
“my child, i understand your predicament, believe me, i really do……”

“no mum. You don’t” Madison caught her mum short, she was tired of hearing soothing words acompanied with absolutely no action.
Chloe readjusted her seating position. “you see, sometimes we chase what is never meant to be ours, and we end up lossing hands down.
You and hassan are not meant to be, its best if you give each other a little space, i’m sure you would learn to love again, there are many unfished fishes in the water, Madison” chloe advised softly.
Madison shrugged, she wish stopping her heart from beating for hassan was easy. “i understand mum” she replied, with her head tilted down.
“thats my girl….cheer up okay” her mum gave her a heart warming smile before vacating the room.

Madison’s cell phone beeped almost immediately her mum dashed out.
“my heartbeat calling”
smile greased her beautiful face again.
She had been waiting patiently for this moment; Hassan promised to talk to his dad about their relationship. Albeit her hopes weren’t raised, she knew it takes a stroke of fluke for the emir to accept her.

She picked the call with a heartful of euphoria. Hassan told her to meet him in their usual spot.
The duo stopped visiting each other after a their parents had a heated argument.
On the fateful day, Madison visited the palace, with the hope of seeing her heartbeat.
The emir had her seized and thrown in the palace cell. What a tragic day it was for her! Her parents had to swallow their ego and plead with the emir. He let go of Madison after bolts of arguements with her father.
Hassan learnt about his father’s stupid act and drove down to the Robertson residence, where he got what he least anticipated.
Mr Robertson gave him a doze of his father’s medicine.
After that incident, the love birds resolved to see eye-to-eye in a restuarant situated two blocks from Madison’s residence.

Madison scampered her way out of the house unnoticed, she was now an expert an sneaking.
As she approached the restaurant, she could see Hassan from afar, he was leaning on his car with arms folded to his chest.
She held her chest tightly to prevent her heart from ripping out, her heartbeats increased tremendously.
Should she elope tonight with hassan? Has his dad finally accepted their relationship? Should she break up with him now?
Many thoughts coursed her head.
Oh God! She was drop dead confused.
She felt stuck between two mighty mountains.

to be continued

STORY TITLE : ALL FOR YOU

 EPISODE 1

It was a stormy and thundrous afternoon in the city of Kano.
The cloud was pitch black, threatening to cry. The sun found canopy under the thick cloud, warm but heavy wind blew from the south, tossing away any material that dare stand in its way.

Ranty sounds of thunder permeated the magnificiently designed room, Hassan’s heart beats weren’t helping matters, they seem to be in rythme with the thunder.
Each pump of blood pervaded fear within his being. He swallowed hard for the umpteenth time, boils of sweat tickled down his skin, defying the cold atmosphere.
Hassan paced around like someone whose wife is experiencing her maiden labour.
Its high time he let his father know about his decision to renounce islam- a religion his ancestors had practiced so faithfully.

Yes he knew it won’t be easy but the squeaky wheel gets the grease.
He stuck his legs into his slipper, took in a big gulp of air and reached for the door knob.
He turned it slowly and walked out to the hallway, heading to his father, to meet his fate.

Hassan Abdul-Azeez was first born son of the prominent Abdul-Azeez Usaini xvi the 21st century emir of kano.
The emir so much loved his son that he didn’t want anything to separate them, he had Hassan pass through western education here in Nigeria so he could teach him all there is to know about royalty, his plans was for Hassan to succeed him!
He didn’t want royalty transferred to another family.

Hassan opened the palace door with shaky hands and trembling feet. He had never felt like this before! He spent all his life in the modern palace, why was he having this strange feeling now?
His facial expression script it all, he was greatly worried.
His dad sat on the high and mighty throne with two body guards standing by his right and left respectively.
Four chiefs occupied the chairs below the throne.
The palace was well furnished, it looked nothing less of a modern palace, most of its decos were imported.
“sannun ku” he greeted breathlessly, with his head slightly bowed in respect.

“salama alaikum” the chiefs chorused, meaning “peace be unto you”
Hassan sat on one of the chairs by his right.
The Emir knew the kind of son he had in Hassan, hassan was a core introvert, he wouldn’t show in the palace by this time of the day if he had nothing important to discuss.
“is anything troubling the prince? The emir asked on noticing Hassan’s countenance.

“i request to speak with my dad….alone” came the reply from hassan.

The Emir motioned the brown horse tail he was holding.
Action speaks louder than voice, the guards and chiefs deserted the palace as commanded.
Hassan stared blankly at his dad, he was battling how best to present this to his father.

He sighed. ” father, I want to make an important request”

“go ahead son, you know I ll do anything and everything for you” replied the king who was oblivious of his son’s request.

Hassan threw his father another quick glance; beyond the royal attaire, he saw a man who had a blazing passion for Islam and wishes all his family members to follow in is footprints.
For a moment, Hassan thought of aborting his plans, he thought against it when he remembered the promise he made to Madison.
No! He can’t afford to loss her…..

“father,,, i….i uhm…..i wish to convert to christianity” he found himself stammering.

At the drop of a hat, the tender smile Emir Abdul was wearing drifted to a heart crushing frown.
Hassan could swear he saw real fire replacing his father’s pupils.
“what did you just say?
The emir got up angrily.
Hassan’s heart skipped, he also got up. “calm down dad…..i…”

“shut up” the Emir shouted, and got into a session of loud coughs.
His heart ached badly, Hassan wished he could swallow back his words, too late to cry when the trigger is pulled.
The Emir fell to the floor helplessly, he had been managing cardiovascular attacks for the past few month now.
Hassan grew red with regret.
“Aminu!”
he screamed, a guard ran in almost immediately.

“la’ila” he wailed when he saw the Emir laying on the floor, he was dumbfounded.
“what are you waiting for? Won’t you help me?!” hassan exclaimed angrily

TO BE CONTINUED

Story Title : ALL FOR YOU BY ; Invincible

 Pilot episode

The story revolves round Madison and her family, having different destinies, fate and view about life, they rally for personal interests, little did they realise they were only running round a globe.

Segregated by religion, Madison and Hassan were forced to call off their blissful relationship, it was indeed a painful quit, but they had little or no option, both families were against them-a flower can’t flourish in a dam of thorns.
Madison was an american lady whose family resided in Nigeria, hassan on the other hand was the Emir of kano’s first son.
After the painful breakup, Madison together with her family left for their home country where she discovered she was pregnant.
Nine months after which she gave birth to a set of identical twins.
The glass was already shattered! She had to raise her kids alone, without hassan’s knowledge.
She named them Michael and Gabriel, they bore her last name; Robertson.

She eventually found love again! This time, a black american.
Everything happened so fast, the got married.
Her new husband died few years into their union, she was once again left alone to cater for her mulattoes- Michael, Gabriel and Nathan.

MICHAEL ROBERTSON:

AGE: 28
PROFILE:
An american CIA who woke up one morning only to get a burn notice.
An underground crime syndicate operating in Nigeria absorbed him, knowing he was a great asset.
His skills and expertise won him the trust of his boss, love of katarina and jealousy the of a colleague.
Michael fell into a trap, a trap carved out of jealousy, he was killed in a bomb explosion, it was all a set up!
Who was the architect?

GABRIEL ROBERTSON:
AGE: 28
PROFILE:
The most naive of his brothers, a loving, caring and soft hearted fellow whose identity carved a pain in his neck.
Gabriel had the same physiological make up with Michael, even their mother always mistook one for the other.
The syndicate didn’t believe Michael was dead, Gabriel was mistaken for Michael, he had no option but to replace Michael in the syndicate.
His sole mission was to avenge his brother’s death and sell out the syndicate.
He was drowned by love, lust and power, all which he inherited from Michael’s past.
Would he be able to let go of all these and avenge Michael’s death?
Would the murderer be fished out?

NATHAN SHERWOOD:
AGE: 22
PROFILE:
Only he and Michael knew his father was assassinated!
Consumed by grieve, quest for revenge and hurts, he set out to kill everyone involved in his father’s death, he believe his step brother was murdered for a significant reason.
He later found out Gabriel was working for the same syndicate that murdered his dad
Geez! He was working with the police, would he watch the only brother he had left go to jail?

HASSAN AZZEEZ:
AGE: 52
PROFILE:
He found himself climbing up the political pinnacle, he found success at the polls, he was sworn in as the president of the republic, his people loved him, but he had enemies within!
In order to clear their coast, they planned to assassinate him.
What would be his fate???

Another SHORT Story

 It was a cold Sunday Evening about 5mins after the Heavy rain that had just Hit the surface of the Earth had just went back to its source. Its Five Years and half after my NYSC service, life has been the way I have thought, my four years old daughter and my beautiful wife were both in the kitchen preparing the dinner for the family. My families had been the most happiest when I Introduced my wife to them Five years ago after my NYSC programme as the lady who will be the Mother of my children.

“Daddy meal is ready” said my daughter, I can smell the aroma of the meal that sparks over the whole room from the dinning table. I am not the fan of hot meal, my wife never waste her time to repeat what my inquisitive daughter just said. Getting bored with what am watching, I turned to my right hand side to tune to the Movie station on the “PAY TV”. My daughter was already with the remote, “Daddy let’s watch football now” she said with her Audible stocky voice.

I wonder how a young child at her age is so rampant in watching football match. Its the trend transferred to her by her mother; I remember her mother was among the Kano state NYSC football ladies team during our NYSC days. “Darling. I have to watch a soap opera by 8:0’clock you know that’s Dad’s favorite” I said to her. The look on her face indicates the young lady didn’t buy my idea she went to her mother and rest her head on her thighs. “why not let her watch football, when the meal gets cold, we’ll go eat and she’ll sleep off” I had no option than to do their will. She turned to a station where live game in the German league is being aired, we all had to engage our eyes on the football match to wile away our time for the meal to get cold a bit more. What I saw was unbelievable I didn’t know when I screamed Timi’s name. Timi was was thr boy in my primary school days who never knew a single question that was thrown at him in those days, asking Timi a question was like a burden to him, he’s so dull and knew nothing academically. Sometimes the teachers will advice his parents when they come to check on him to take him to a Children technical School where the kid starts to learn a trade. But he was just too small, his parents gave him more years to adapt. As years goes by Timi’s inability to academics goes worse that his parents had to gave up and withdrawn him from school. The day he was saying his goodbyes, pupils and teachers pitied him and wish him success in his endeavours.
But this is Timi Ojelade, in the screen of in front of me being giving a standing ovation when being substituted in this very live game am watching. I couldn’t believe my eyes, Timi who no one gave a chance is now the one who is being celebrated in Germany. I lost appetite, I felt dumb and never believe my eyes. My wife asked what the problem was and my daughter had grab my hand, they were both scares. I had to hug them and narrate the source of my shock to them.
Timi Ojelase whom we all had thought will end up miserable is now the one who is being given a standing ovation in Germany, what a life. My wife smiles, holds my hands and cuddled our child on her chest and said “in life, honey. Never look down on anyone or thinks this person Is incapacitated or brainstormed towards an objective means he or she won’t make it in life, God is a faithful God he has proven himself in the life Of Timi. Truly he is God.” I had to go on my kneels with my wife and daughter to thank God for his goodness toward Human. Our Meal had now gotten cold like a Dog’s nose but we had to Eat with gladdens.

“Lessons”
I had to write this short story here to share with us. Never look down on anybody even yourself. I didn’t know how timi got to land in Germany or a celebrated personnel but I know he puts his passion and mindset into football when he knew academically he will not excel, Timi might have thought that is the End of Life when he was being withdrew from school but someone out there saw a potential in him, he stood to his gift from God and he is who he was eventually in the story. So fellas my advice for us all is when everything seems not to be right and you feels you want to faint; don’t faint because you are about to get to your DO-SEASON. Remember, when you run the race and your sweating don’t throw in your towel, because very soon you will smile and use the towel to dry your sweats after the race.

Guys pls you can give this short story a Tittle you think that fits for it. Thank you’ all

AGENT VIII Part 2

 AGENT VIII part 2

At exactly 0905hours we arrived maiduguri airforce base. Agent Arome and the section chief in charge of Maiduguri went in for a tet-a-tet. Only God knows what those two discussed.

Three armoured SUVs and a black hilux vehicle were on standby, we hopped in almost immediately our commander was done speaking with the section chief.
It was a long drive in the outskirts of the city. The city held a poor view, it was nothing less of a war ground. Those rascals really gave maiduguri a heavy blow.

We alighted from the vehicles at a 50km radius from the enemies camp.
The village…no hamlet was ruined and deserted, most of its inhabitants died in a massacre staged by the same terrorists sect.
The enemies’ camp was more of a castle. Making it more difficult to place where the hostages were.

Agent Arome slowly brought down his little telescope. The SWAT team were in a group of four. He used his hand to direct each group, they all moved stealthily, surrounding the castle.
He held a walkie-talkie close to his mouth. “Alpha 1, confirm position” the leader of the first group affirmed by raising his glove claded index finger.
“Alpha 2….” Arome’s voice trailed off when we heard a thud. A human figure wearing a sack mask fell from above. Vivian and i exchanged glances. I stepped forward, not fearfully but carefully.
I stooped low and took off the mask, behind it was a human skeleton. Interestingly, a small device fell from the sack. I took it, handing it to Arome.
He scurried the device for seconds, he clicked the ‘play’ option, realising it was a video message from the sect leader.
The man was young, his teeth were too brown for his age. “this is what would become of the president’s daughter if you don’t retreat”

“filthy båstard!” Arome cursed. He trampled over the device angrily.

“operation mode changed to blade storm. Relay to others” he implored.

Geez this dude want a bloody WWIII around here. WTF!!!
Suddenly the environment was filled with noises of gunshots and smells of burns. As our team engaged in fire combat with the sect army.
I withdrew my .45 revolver and started towards one of the building. Two sect armies stood at my way, i swiftly retrieved two knives from the sides of my trouser. My aim was never wrong, the knives drilled their hearts, pumping out a fountain of blood. I continued moving. Kicked a half dead sect soldier, brought down five and injured eight.

I finally got to the entrance of one of the buildings. Its wooden door was locked from within. I took some steps backward then kicked it hard, of course it opened.

The interior was faintly lite, i could hear muffled voices, i walked towards its direction. The single path opened into a big room, divided by iron nets. The hostages were imprisoned there. I walked past the first ‘cell’, the second and the third i failed to recognize any of the hostages.
I strode to the last cage, just then i heard someone call me by my real name.
It was Aisha the president’s daughter! She was in the fourth cage.

“Aisha!” i smiled running to her.

“halt!” a harsh voice commanded. It was then it dawned on me i’d fallen into a trap.
I was all surrounded by tens of the sect army.

“take him away” the leader voiced out. Uhmmm i was utterly helpless there was no way i could fight atleast twenty armed men.

“no ooo” i heard Aisha cry as i was taken away.

They lead me to a dark room.
Those rascals kept hitting me on the way.

“turn on the lights” a familiar voice commanded. Was my ears betraying me? Could it be Arome???

The lights were switched on, Arome sat on a big chair, my sister was on his lap, with a knife pointed to her throat.

“Arome what the heck are you doing with my sister?” i yelled.

he grinned devilishly. “lets just say payback. Who should i start with? You? Or her?”

i looked at Ojima, my kid sis, tears welled up her beautiful eyes. My heart pumped faster, i just couldn’t believe Arome was a double agent. Incredible for the position he held in NIA.

“if you lay a finger on her, i swear……”

“hahahaha” he laughed interruptedly and moved his hand to slit Ojima’s throat.
I tried getting up, the sect army held me down.
Just then a gunshot was heard.
I was scared, i couldn’t look up, Ojima was shot in cold blood. The innocent girl!
Blood dropped on my toe, i didn’t hear Arome speak, perhaps he regretted his action.
I rose my head to see one of the sect army pointing gun to the others, the same person shot Arome Ojima was save. There was a distraction in the room, i back flipped, kicking two soldiers in the process. A fight ensued between the sect army, i and the ‘betrayer’. We defeated some and took to our heels, i dragged Ojima along.

“thanks for the help. But who are you?” .

The sect soldier took off her barret, then completely removed the uniform.
“Vivian?”

“yeah. I’d always suspected that Arome. The kingpin is captured, vip and few hostages are safe.” she replied.

THE END

AGENT VIII Part 1

 AGENT VIII part 1

I was at the canteen enjoying my plate of pounded yam and egusi soup, garnished with lots of fried chicken. My favourite dish, i don’t mind having it everyday. Provided its prepared by an experienced hand.
Just then my digital wrist watch gave a beep, our organization symbol showed on the screen. Damn! It my attention was needed, i hate being interrupted when eating, but i had no option. Welcome to agents’ world. I abandoned my food, footed the bills, got into my car and drove off.
It was a 15minutes ride but it took a pro like me 10 minutes to arrive NIA tower.

I am agent VIII a super agent in the national intelligence agency.
Lately the increasing rate of crime was making ground. Worst was the kidnap of the President’s daughter which automatically got the NIA team involved.

Vivian and i stepped out of the elevator. She was a colleague, more than that, a friend. Vivian was agent XIV. NIA had a total of twenty top agents. The number stands, albeit agents may be replaced.

“there is an urgent meeting in the conference room ” Vivian informed.
I nodded. We walked down the corridor and soon got in the confrence room.

Agent Arome frowned. “you are late!” he fired with his characteristic feminine voice. Really wonder how he scaled through training.

I was about replying, typical of him. He was faster “not time for excuses, just sit”

Vivian and i sat next to each other. The room was dimly light, you could hardly place other agents’ face.
Blue light from small rectangular devices were made to focus on a large screen. Agent Arome stood beside a table, tapping the stuffs on it, while we saw a its reflection on the screen.

“the VIP is held here…we’d approach from behind, some of us would go for other hostages, thats after the VIP is safe….operation mode is silent storm” he continued speaking as we did the listening.

I raised my ball pen, for an opportunity to ask question. Arome frowned, though he urged me on.
“sir, isn’t silence storm a little too risky for hostages?” i reasoned.

“the terrorist are well armed” he replied.

“but sir…”

“its an order!”

Arome was known for wanting things his way. No one dared argued. Silence storm meant sneaking in the enemies camp and destroying them. well, they could get mad and kill the hostages.

Twenty minutes drifted away, we were done laying strategies. Six NIA would be joining 105 SWAT team (special weapon and tactics team) for the operation. Operation time is 0945hours.

I wore a body hug shirt and slim combat trouser. I was ‘cleaning’ my gun when Vivian came by. Wearing a long face.

“whats with that ugly face?” i teased.

“the commander don’t seem to care much about hostages. Imagine, operation mode is silent storm”

“Arome is like that, what he want is prestige and honour.” came my reply.

Vivian tapped me on the shoulder. “we must exterminate the hostages, especially your sister”

“i’m doing this for her” i replied with a smile.
My sister was also kidnapped a week ago, i’m pretty sure she’s among the hostages. I would never forgive myself if i don’t rescue her and the president’s daughter who i have a crush on.

We heard the whirls of helicopters. Time to go! I tucked a .45 revolver under my waist. It was my best ‘companion’
we strode out, the SWAT team flooded the premises in their usual black uniform, heavy arms and dark googles.

Vivian and i took our walkie-talkie. And hopped into a helicopter. She too was clad in black slim fit wears. And a handglove i found sexy.
We took off from Abuja, heading to Borno state, where the terrorists camp was situated; in a forest actually.

watch out for part 2, the concluding part.

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