Joshua Fela – Episode 9

Joshua Fela | Damstylee_Original picture sourced from Google

Joshua Fela | Damstylee_Original picture sourced from Google

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“What do you mean by the suspect we are talking about?”

Mike turned to look at the senator and fought the urge not to reply with a sarcastic tone.

“The one I told you she just mentioned.”

“Oh, ok… good. Let’s go meet her then.” Dare said and headed for the exit.

Mike cleared his throat and the senator halted in his stride.

“I’ll have to talk to him alone sir.”

“Why’s that?”

“This is a murder case and…”

“I know that.” Dare interjected.

“Yes, I know you know. What I was going to add before you interrupted was that since I am the most experienced personnel in police matters in this vicinity, it’s logical I get the statement from the suspect alone.”

“But it was my son that got murdered.” Dare interjected again.

Mike shot the Senator a knowing look and continued. “I know and I promise to get to the bottom of this.”

“You better do.” Dare said. He turned to his personal assistant and called her to the corner.

“Call Sheraton now and a suite and the closest room to it. Tell them it’s urgent and we are on our way there.” He whispered to her.

“Yes sir.” She replied.

He turned to face Mike. “I will be lodged in Sheraton; give me a call when there’s a new development.”

“Yes sir.” Mike said calmly. He held his breath until he heard the door close behind Dare and his entourage and heaved a sigh of relief when it did.

“Good riddance.” He muttered under his breath.

Ronke smiled in her seat and shook her head. She had been here a short while but she didn’t need a soothsayer to know Mike was a good man. Apparently Africa magic had got it all wrong when they portrayed all Nigerian police officers as jerks and extortionists.

“So Nath’s here?” She said to break the air since nobody had said a word since the senator left.

“Yes, he has come to confess.” Bayo was first to answer.

“Yea, I heard clearly the first time the other man said it.” She responded.

Mike detected the rude tone but just ignored it when he noticed Bayo didn’t. He couldn’t blame her too; nobody liked Bayo.

“So what’s going to happen to me?” Her question was directed at Mike this time.

“You’re free to go for now.”

“What?” Bayo bawled. “Why are you letting her go Sir? She is still a suspect.”

“Would you stop me from releasing her?” Mike asked without turning to look at him.

“No sir. I’m sorry.”

A smile lit up Ronke’s face when she saw Bayo’s whitewashed face.

“What happens to Nath now?” She asked Mike again.

“Sincerely, I don’t know.”


Dare was looking at the Ikorodu roadway through the tinted glass of his Lexus jeep. He was seated in the owner’s corner while his personal assistant was seated directly in front of him in the passenger’s seat to the right of the driver.

His phone buzzed beside him and he turned to look at it. The screen read Commissioner Susan and he sighed when he guessed why she was calling.

“Hello.” He said into the mouthpiece of the phone when he had picked the call.

“Hello darling.” He heard her say. “How are you?”

“I’m fine Susan.”

“How was the meeting with the DPO?”

“It was good I guess.”

“And have you finally accepted to take my advice.”

“No.” Dare replied abruptly. He had not even given a thought once.

“Just let it go Dare.”

“And let him win? No.” The driver and his PA just stared at the traffic in front of them. Whatever was happening at the back seats was none of their business.

“Why are you so bent on making someone suffer because of your feud with your son?”

“If you put it like that, I wonder why I told you in the first place.”

“I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to put it that way but please explain all of this to me.”

“Okay; remember when I told you about Tope’s mum?”

“Yea, I do.”

“Well, she died when he was eleven and he never forgave me. She had leukaemia and I was busy on some official business in the UK. When I got back, it was too late and he had watched her die all by himself. I tried mending our already broken relationship but he never agreed and he always reminded….”

“You’ve told me all these Dare…” She interrupted. ” but I still don’t understand how it plays down to Tope committing suicide just to hurt you.”

Dare laughed and bit his bottom lip.

“That’s exactly what he did. That way I don’t get to have him around. And he was tired of life to be honest. I just didn’t expect him to take it this far.”

“Okay, if all you say is true; why do you need someone to suffer for his suicide?”

“So he doesn’t win. I’m not going to accept being the cause for his death. No, I won’t.”



“Please don’t do this, it’s not worth it.”

“Got to go now.” He said and ignored her pleas.

“Okay, talk to you later.”

“You too dear. “

He tossed his phone to the leather seat behind him as his car turned to enter the compound of the Sheraton hotel.


The door creaked open and Mike peeked into his office. He was a little disappointed when he saw a young man in a hoody and a pair of jeans bowed over the plywood table top of his desk. He expected a more macho appearance by the famous ‘Nath’. He tried to read emotions from the calm scene but got nothing. Even the click of the door into its lock didn’t stir up the motionless man.

“Excuse me.” He finally said after clearing his throat also failed to arouse Nath.

Nath rose up his head and Mike frowned when he saw his bloodshot eyes. He hoped it was the effect of sobbing for hours on end that made them so and not the ecstasy that accompanied smoking freshly cut marijuana.

“Nathaniel Bassey?”

“Yes sir.” Nath finally said.

“Good.” Mike strolled to his side of the desk. He felt a small hint of discomfort as Nath stared as him as he walked past him. He finally got to his wheeler chair, sat on it and held out his hands on the table in front of Nath.

“So I hear you have something for me.” Mike started.
Nath hesitated. He hadn’t slept one bit since the incident hence the sore eyeballs and he also hadn’t eaten in that same period of time. He couldn’t make any sense from what had happened or how it had happened and the only bits that fit were the dream and the murder itself. He jerked back to reality when he noticed the DPO waving at him.

“Sorry, what did you ask?”

“When last did you sleep?”

Nath looked puzzled and tried to figure out why the man in front of him was interested in his sleeping patterns. Had he been thinking aloud?

“Two days ago.” He finally answered.

“The day of the murder?”



“Why what?”

“Why haven’t you been sleeping?”

“Why would I sleep? I freaking killed someone. If it were you, would you sleep or eat?”

“No.” Mike replied. “But I sure as hell won’t turn myself in just two days after.”
Nath shrugged his shoulders and looked away.

“I guess I felt guilty.”

“Why did you kill him then?”

“I don’t know.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means I don’t know why I killed him. I don’t even know when I did.”

Mike shook his head slowly. This wasn’t making any sense to him. The boy might be high after all.

“You know you’re not making any sense.” He said. “How don’t you know when you killed him?”

“It’s complicated sir; I had a dream that he was injured in his groin area and when I woke up he was dead and his private part was gone. Everybody said they didn’t see anybody do it so I just put two and two together.”

“Are you nuts?” Mike uttered. He looked stunned and pissed.

“How dare you come here and give me a cock and bull story on how you killed someone in your dream. Do you think we’re playing here? I should lock you up for dissent.”

“I’m sorry sir.”

“Good. Now, get out of my station.” He stood up to walk Nath out.

“But.. but I came to confess.” Nath stammered.

“Are you crazy? I said…”

“Yes I am.” Nath interrupted.

“Excuse me?”

“I know the question was rhetorical but I answered it.” Nath said. He was standing now. “I was diagnosed with the Capgras syndrome two years back and its gets worse every day. I don’t have control over my body or my actions and like I said earlier, I believe I killed Tope.”

“Bayo.” Mike said into the intercom. “Get in here.”

“Yes sir.” Bayo replied.

Minutes later, Nath is escorted to a small cell in the station and Mike was headed out of the station.

“To where Oga?” The sergeant at the counter had asked.

“Eko hospital in Ikeja; I would be back soon.” Mike said and hurried to go get his car.


The key turned in the lock and it snapped open. Ronke stepped into her dorm room with her handbag dragging at her heels. There was a strange phenomenon with the room and even though it disgusted her stomach, she wasn’t in the mood to find out what it was. Barely five minutes after she had settled in, she heard a knock and the door swung open without warning. She cursed for not remembering to lock it behind her and turned to see Nike standing in the doorway. She tried to hide her disgust and collapsed into a chair in a bid to do so.

“Hey Nike.” She said.

“Hi Ronke; I heard you were back and I rushed here to come see you.”

There was a distinctive trait about her attitude and Ronke tried to read it off her face and hand gestures but she got nothing. Nike was not a calm person. Something was definitely wrong.

“What’s wrong with you?”


“You’re lying.” She deciphered.

“I’m not.” Nike replied and sat on Chloe’s bed. Ronke moved to her side and her arm brushed Nike’s as she sought to sit beside her.

“What’s wrong with you?” She asked anxiously and put her palm to Nike’s forehead to find out if she had a fever. “You’re steaming.”

Nike turned away to wipe a tear off her face but Ronke dragged her back in time to see it. She ignored the exhaustion her body felt and knelt in front of Nike.

“Please tell me what happened.”

A teary Nike replied; “I didn’t want to… “

“You didn’t want to want?”

“Ronke… I’m pregnant.”

Ronke gasped and covered her open mouth with her hands.

“Preg-what? Are you sure?”

“Yes.” She held up the pregnancy test strip to show Ronke the two colour bands that had appeared on the strip’s indicator.

“Shit.” Ronke cursed. “What are you going to do? Chill, let me get tissue.” She stood up to go get tissue paper to wipe Nike’s raining face with and stopped dead in her tracks when a thought popped up in her mind.

“Please don’t tell me it’s that guy you just met. What his name again… Je… Jeff…yes, Jeff?”

Nike swung her head to look at her and Ronke didn’t need a word to know her friend had been stupid enough to get impregnated by a guy she just met.

“Nike… Nike… I warned you about this idiot.”

Nike fought back. “He’s not an idiot and he loves me.”

“Bulls**t!” Ronke cried. Nike shrieked and her elbow hit her purse and it fell on the floor spilling out all its content onto the floor.

“I’m sorry”. Ronke apologised and bent over to pack up the items that fell out of the purse. As she did, she picked up a photograph that was faced downwards and froze when she saw what was on the other side of the paper.



“When did you take this picture?” She held the photo in Nike’s face.

“Last week, why?”

“Are you crazy? Did you go to heaven and come back?”

“ I’m saying where did you see Josh to take a picture with?”

“Who’s Josh?” Nike said and snatched the photo from Ronke’s hand. “This is Jeff, my boyfriend.”

“Hell no… that’s not Jeff; that is Joshua Fela.”

To be continued next week


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19 thoughts on “Joshua Fela – Episode 9

  1. NAWA! Dammy ur beginnin to scare me off but also curious…ur really Blessed tho nd fnx for making me go to bed half awake trying to complete dis story with ma brains awake…God bless u bro..keep it up… Bt wait ooh! Dt means tope was even suffering so mch b4 he died..dere a lot of rich kids with such pains…dey serciousli need God….


  2. Dis is criousli becoming sumfn else……we go die 4 u ni…..Jeff and Josh? Dami is rili makin me loose it……great story…..u ve got it in u……pls finish it


  3. Wait oo….next week nevpa reach?…whc kain?….so finally I comment nd I have bin a faithful reader 4 long time nau….(1 of le incredibles)write more nah…infact dis comment isn’t coming out d way its meant amma stop nau,
    More plzz…….


  4. Dear Dami, I refuse to read any of your posts till I see the next ‘Joshua Fela’ episode. I’m officially on strike.*frowns and looks away*


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