Joshua Fela – Episode 12


Joshua Fela

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Episode 7

Episode 8

Episode 9

Episode 10

Episode 11



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Nike moved closer to Jonathan. Her steps measured gingerly like a lioness stalking its prey.

“What did you just say?” She asked him.
He repeated his earlier statement; “Joshua is my brother.” The small group gasped again like earlier; the element of shock still very much alive. Nobody knew Josh had a brother, even his infatuated lover.

Nike turned to look at Jeff. The puzzled look on his face told her she wasn’t the only person who thought Jonathan a lunatic.

“Why do you guys keep calling me Josh? My name is Jeff.” Jeff insisted ignoring the claim Jonathan just made.
A closer look at Jonathan told him his fib could have been genuine. He had always wanted a brother and they did look alike. At least their noses and ears did, he thought.

Ronke jumped in here and asked him how much memories he had.

“What memories?” He asked.

“Do you remember the accident? Two years ago? You were out with Nath and you never came back.” The mention of the accident put him in a shocked state. He watched the rest notice his amazement and advance on him like a paparazzi ready to take notes of anything and plant them in their respective papers. He stepped back and put his hand up to stop them from getting any closer.

“How do you know about the accident?” he asked

“Who doesn’t? Oh we know. We all know.” Ronke said. She looked at Jonathan’s face and he played along. “The whole school knew. They said you died in it.”

Jeff retreated further from the group to assimilate his obituary getting recited to him orally. He paused to think and for once had enough evidence to support the claims that his dad had hid something from me.

“But my dad said…”

“Your dad?” Jonathan interrupted.

“Yes, my dad. Any problem with that?” He replied without paying much attention to Jonathan.

“As a matter of fact, yes. I believe your father has fed you so many half-truths. I’m suspecting you lost your memory after the accident.”

“Well, that’s none of your business, is it?”

“I’ll need to meet your dad in person.” Jonathan said. Jeff ignored him and continued talking to the girls. Jonathan advanced on him and grabbed his wrist to drive his point home. He sought to repeat his statement when Bayo and another officer interrupted.

Ronke saw them and turned away. This could only mean one thing. Bayo observed the duo that looked like they could get in a fight anytime and placed his hand on the hip that held his official pistol. They separated and he smiled. The glamour of being a police man he thought and walked towards Ronke.

“Miss Ronke Gbadamosi, you’ve been called in for questioning again.” She bit her lip in disgust and frowned at him.

Dozens of students in the cafeteria hovered a few feet away from them waiting for some action or an apprehensive take down. They got disappointed as Ronke obliged and they started towards the exit.

“Can I come with you?” Shade asked. Bayo turned to look at her and shook his head in disapproval. She got the message and asked Nike to walk her to their dormitory. The boys would sort themselves out; she said.

Nike pecked her boyfriend goodbye as she left. Bristles from his goatee brushed her cheek and she closed her eyes as she felt a brief twinge of excitement. He smiled at her and winked as she walked away.

“You do know the other one likes you right?” Jonathan said, abruptly disrupting whatever chemistry was left between him and his girlfriend. He turned to leave and he had gone a few steps before what Jonathan said struck him.

“What did you just say?” he asked.

“The last girl, the one that didn’t talk much. She likes you.”

“How do you know that?”

Jonathan smirked and sat on a seat. Jeff fought the urge but eventually settled adjacent to him. Jonathan’s mind travelled years earlier. He saw Josh; his brother tugging at his sleeves begging him to deduce for him. I started young he thought. He remembered telling his brother the girl that liked him and the ones that had not a care in the world as regards him. He could have vanished from the earth and they wouldn’t notice. Those however were the girls Josh…sorry… Jeff liked.

He returned from his trip down memory lane and saw Jeff staring at him.


“You were saying?”

“I was saying the other girl likes you. She’s prettier and calmer than you self-centred, attention seeking, and obnoxious girlfriend.”

Jeff took offence at the ill but fatally correct description of his girlfriend and Jonathan apologised after a few laughs. “I’m sorry.” He said and tugged at Jeff’s shoulder till he accepted his apology.

“Dumb move in knocking her up though.” Jonathan added after the awkward silence had returned.

“Knocking her up? How did you know she was pregnant?” Jeff asked. He turned his seat to face Jonathan directly. “How did you know she was pregnant?” He asked again.

“It’s obvious, don’t you think.” The latter replied.

“No, it’s not.” Jeff argued for a few minutes and only settled when Jonathan said; “Nobody else knows ‘how’ to look”

“Alright then.” Jeff said. He stood up to leave and Jonathan offered him a ride home. He refused and Jonathan followed him till he agreed. They got into a 2013 model of the Toyota Tundra and drove out of the school towards Ebutemetta.

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The dusty car with the official plate number settled in the allocated parking lot for the DPO of the station and Mike jumped out. He walked briskly towards the station and closed the automated locks in the car with the remote control.
In the station’s reception, he inquired about Bayo’s whereabouts from the office of duty and was directed to the interrogation room. He was in front of the door in one stride and opened it.
In the room were Bayo, Ronke and another officer. He ordered the officer out and waited till he heard the door shut before saying anything.

“I’m sorry for bringing you back here, Ronke.” He said to break the silence.

“It’s no problem.” She was secretly glad he was involved in the questioning process.

“Did you know Nathaniel Bassey well?” He asked going straight to the point.

“Yes, to an extent.” She replied.
He dragged a chair from the wall towards himself and opened a paper file on the table. He took out a sheet of A4 paper and a pen and scribbled something on it while Bayo and Ronke watched in silence. He stopped writing and looked up.

“Do you know he is mentally disabled?”

She started to answer and hesitated. “Yes.”

The words of the doctor rang in his ears;

“You have to be careful with this case, Mr Mike. The suspect you have in custody might not be the guilty one”

He smiled when he remembered the doctor’s native accent and wrote in the paper again.

“How did you know he was mentally disabled?” Mike’s cell phone’s ringtone interrupted her reply and he sighed before picking it from his breast pocket.

“Hello,” He said into the mouthpiece.

“Mike. It’s me, Senator Ibikunle.” The caller said. “I just want to know how the investigation is going.”

“It’s going well Sir, although we have hit some sort of brick wall.”

“How so detective?” The senator asked.

“The young man we have in custody is unlikely the murderer we are looking for.”

“Do you have another suspect?”

“No, not for now.”

“Then you prosecute that boy.”

“I beg your pardon, Sir.”

“I said you prosecute that boy.” The senator said in a measured tone. “My son just died for God’s sake. I need someone to be punished for his death.”

“But he is innocent!” Mike bellowed. His countenance had changed and his eyes flared like forest fires.

“Well, he’s not until I say he is. It’s either you prosecute him or someone suffers for it.”

“Is that a threat Sir?” Mike asked. His other fist was clenched.

“I don’t know. Let’s ask our young nurse girlfriend shall we?

The phone slipped from his hands to the concrete floor and spilled its insides in different directions. The whole room became quiet like a graveyard and the other two just stared on not knowing what to do. Bayo was first to move. He searched for the components of the phone on the floor and assembled them. He handed it back to Mike but the latter didn’t move. He just stared at the wall behind Ronke’s head.

After numerous snaps of Bayo’s fingers in his line of sight, he jerked back to reality. He got up from his seat like it had burning coals on it and headed for the exit.

“Get her back to her school.” He said to Bayo and slammed the door behind him.

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Jeff opened the door and let Jonathan in. The ante room welcomed them and Jonathan took to surveying it. The room which was neatly decorated with some furniture had a bit of elegance to it. He whistled gently as he felt the chill in the room created by strategically placed air conditioners. He saw some framed photos at the corner and observed them. This is going to be easy; he thought. Definitely the house of a government worker he observed. Jeff called him and he followed Jeff into the living room.

The living room was designed more extravagantly. A 45” plasma TV adorned the front wall and black leather couches were arranged around it. A bar stood at the far end of the room and beside it was a wall that had the family pictures and artworks. A picture frame on a side stool with three men standing in front of a picture of the president of the country and other dignitaries convinced him of his hypothesis. The immaculate brocade of the men in it screamed affluence. Politician.

He walked towards the ‘picture wall’ and observed each picture. For the first few minutes, he looked up at every sound. Then he knew nothing but the pictures. A tap on his shoulder brought him back to the present. He turned around to face the man of the house.

“Good evening Sir” He said and held his hand out for a handshake. The recipient ignored it and sat one of the couches.

“Who are you and what are you doing in my house?”

“I’m Jonathan Fela. I’m a police officer. I’m just here to…”

“What branch?”

“Akoka Sir.” He replied with alacrity. The ‘politician’ walked to the bar and poured himself a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon. The redness filled the cup like a spectre and Jonathan felt his throat ache for some. He didn’t expect the ‘politician’ to offer him some and he wasn’t disappointed.
The ‘politician’ walked back to couch and sat, this time in a different couch from where he sat earlier. Jonathan smirked at his attempt to intimidate him.

“Okay, what can I do for you?” The politician asked. Before Jonathan could answer, he added; “Let me first state that I’m a very influential and affluent person in this state. I’m sure you’ve heard of Mr Balogun; that’s me. I can make you and I can also destroy you.”

Jonathan looked away. He fought the urge to showcase his deduction skills and stuck to his plan.

“Duly noted, Sir. How is your wife?”

“Dead.” Mr Balogun replied without batting an eyelid.

“Murdered, you mean.” Jonathan muttered under his breath.

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing… Nothing.” He said and smiled at Mr Balogun. “I noticed there is a big hole in your family pictures timeline.”

Mr Balogun looked at the wall and back at Jonathan. “Hole?”

“Yes, memories not existent. I don’t see any pictures of your son during his adolescent years.”

“What are you inferring?” Mr Balogun asked. He dropped the glass of wine on a side stool. Jonathan noticed the gesture and smirked. So much for his intimidation techniques.

“The pictures of your son stopped when he was about ten, eleven maybe, I guess and suddenly resurfaced when he was much older. Why’s that?”

“We stopped taking pictures.” Mr Balogun replied bluntly.

“The boy himself, I mean the older one doesn’t have a resemblance to the younger….”

“Mr…?” He paused.

“It’s Fela Sir”

“Good. Mr Fela. I don’t appreciate you befriending my son and coming to my house to interrogate me. If you don’t mind, I need you out of my house now.”
Jonathan obliged without a word. He walked briskly out of the compound into the streets. Taking one last look at the Tundra, he called a cab and headed home. It was too early to be arrested for a criminal charge. Of all criminal charges sef; stealing a car. He snorted and relaxed in the rear seat in the cab.

The cab stopped at a red light and Jonathan used that time to purchase a bottle of water from a hawker. A white van was directly beside them and it looked oddly familiar. He caught the face of the driver and was sure he had seen it earlier. He just didn’t remember where. Little did he know that his unborn niece, her mum and his brother’s longtime crush laid chloroformed in the trunk of the van.

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In his home, Jonathan walked into a gloomy atmosphere. His father sat on a chair, his eyes buried in a newspaper and his mother stared at the TV without really seeing anything. Shade wasn’t anywhere in sight so he guessed she was in her room.

“What’s with the gloominess?” He asked.

“It’s always been like this. Ever since Joshua died in that car…” Her sobs disrupted her sentence and his father pulled her to him in an embrace.
Jonathan laughed and headed for the stairs.

“Why are you laughing? His father asked sternly.

“Joshua is not dead. He’s hardly alive either.”

To be continued next week.

Thanks for reading.

Mike Dammy

Joshua Fela 11 | Intermission


Joshua Fela

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Hey there. Its been a great year and we have come to the final episode of Joshua Fela for this year.

I’ve always wanted to infuse somethiñg different into this series and I am doing that in this episode.
I hope you like it.


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The curtains adjoining the windows fluttered as the winds from the ocean gently caressed their light fabric. The room was lit by an electric candle and its flickering rendered grotesque images on the ceiling boards. These images seemed to fascinate him or he acted like they did.

His name was Jonathan Fela. Jonathan as he preferred to be called.

His smoothly cut afro created a peacock tail-shape on the pillow his head was lying on and his body length spanned the longer side of the bed. His newly dry-cleaned t-shirt was a sharp contrast to the pair of jeans he had on him and his toes played in a rhythmic fashion also creating images on the walls behind them.

At times, the ceiling looked like a work of a great sculptor and other times, the handiwork of a kindergarten pupil. The type himself and his friends drew when they were younger back in Nigeria. His mum had shown him his works and he laughed. He missed laughing. A shape formed by the dim light caught his attention but it faded as fast as it appeared. This was boring he admitted. Life was boring.

A landline rung and its sound shattered the serenity in the room like shards of glass. The antique ringtone shook him out of his trance and he almost choked to his chest a gumball that had been in his mouth all evening. He had no idea how it got there. He had no idea about many things these days. Jonathan rolled over to the other side of the bed where the phone was neatly arranged among a stack of books on a bedside stool and snatched at the receiver.

“Hello.” He said. He couldn’t avoid hearing the distaste in his voice.

“Fela?” A voice replied with a British accent. Jonathan’s eyes shone in delight when he recognised the voice of the caller.

“Inspector Gil?”   

“Yes Jonathan. Good to know you’re still alive.” Gil joked.

“I am. Just hanging on to life as it is.”

“I need you now.” Gil said with a stern voice, a deep contrast to his light tone earlier.

“There has been a murder.” He added.

“Psychopath?” Jonathan asked.
“Not sure but sure looks like it.”
Jonathan jumped to his feet and
tapped dance on the wooden floor while clutching the phone box. This was like music to his ears.

“Brilliant!” he exclaimed and apologized after realizing the situation at hand.

“Where do I meet you?”

“Block 25k, Crawford Street, Baltimore Central.”

“Okay. I’ll be right th… wait, that’s my building.” Jonathan exclaimed.

“I know. Open up, I’m standing right in front of your apartment.”

Jonathan sought to continue the conversation and ask why he didn’t knock in the first place but didn’t when he realised how stupid and economical it could be considering the caller was some feet away. He also wasn’t in the mood for a chat with the Inspector on management.

The locks on the door snapped and the door swung open.

“What are you doing here Inspector?” Jonathan asked ignoring greetings.

“To investigate a crime of course, why else would I be here?” Gil replied and stepped into the room. He took off the muffler around his neck and placed it on a coat holder.

“In my apartment?” Jonathan asked puzzled.

“No.” was Gil’s stern reply and he pointed at the apartment across the hallway directly opposite Jonathans’.

“Mrs Philips got robbed?”

“I wish she did. No Jonathan, she got murdered.”

“That’s impossible.” Jonathan replied and ate his words when he saw detectives and forensic specialists step out of the apartment. “How did that happen, I have been here all day.”

“Beats me too.” Was Gil’s reply and he walked towards the victim’s apartment that was now a crime scene with Jonathan closely behind him.

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In the room where the body laid, Jonathan stood beside the door and observed the crime scene. He was no longer in his earlier apparel as he wore a blue overall and a pair of immaculate gloves now. He stooped and ran his fore finger along the wooden floor. The replica of the one he had in his apartment.

From the crouched position, he noticed a cracked phone and a case of gumballs lying on the floor at the other end of the room. His eyes shone with each clue he found as this was the only fascinating thing he had seen in weeks.

He looked up to see Gil peering at him through his spectacles and frowned. This was but a crime scene involving a murdered woman who also happened to be his neighbour for about months. The least he could do was show more respect and act composed.

Mrs Philips lay on her bed with her head propped against a duvet that had obviously seen better years. Her dry blood stained her pink flowery bed sheets and had dripped to the floor below. He squinted in disgust when a flash from a Kodak hit his eyes. A detective was taking shots of the crime scene as part of the investigation. Jonathan turned to look at Gils and back at the detective as if to say he was getting distracted. Gil got the message and ordered the disturber out of the room. He feigned a grin in appreciation and Gil simply nodded.

Jonathan turned back to the dead woman and held up her palm to see the wound. She had tried to stop the blood flow and had obviously failed because of the massive haemorrhage. He observed the wound and immediately knew what the murder weapon was. He had one himself. It was a butcher’s knife.

He let her hand down, ran his fingers along her arm and surveyed the room for more clues. Inspector Gil watched on in silence from his standing position at the door with his hands folded across each other.

“What do you see?” he asked after Jonathan observed an ash tray.

“It’s quite blurry. Not much evidence. Not much intent.” He replied without looking at Gil.

“What do you mean by not much intent?”

“She is a dying woman and unlike other psychopaths we’ve encountered, I have not found any motive. It might just be a simple murder case.”

“How do you know she was dying?” Gil asked.

Jonathan sighed and shook his head at the nescient question.

“She has lung cancer.” He held up a transparent plastic bag that had drugs in it. “Folex, Cisplatin, Taxil; all these are drug prescriptions for a lung cancer patient.”

“Why then would a psychopath kill a dying woman? Are we even sure this is the act of one?”

“I don’t know for sure. One thing I know though is that she knew him.” He caught the bewilderment in Gil’s expression and led him to the living room.

“If you observe carefully this living room, you would notice what I’m saying. She let him in because it was someone she knew, offered him a glass of beer and he was here for a while.” He pointed at the glass on the coffee table that still had some of the beer in it.
“Lung cancer patients are advised to stay away from alcohol.” Jonathan added.

Jonathan walked towards the settees and ran his hand along them.
“He was seated here.” He pointed at one of the settee. “A light weight man; about 140 pounds.” He shut his eyes to project his imaginations and saw it all. Gil saw him close his eyes and got a voice recorder. This wasn’t the first time Jonathan Fela had closed his eyes in deep thought during an investigation. What came after was pure genius. Abstract deductive thought patterns that left the best crime investigators in the county gobsmacked.

“She turned to pick up her phone.” Jonathan started and Gil clicked the record button on the device. “He grabbed her from behind and dragged her into the room. If you observe well, you’ll notice scratches on the floor made from her toenails.” A detective started talking and Gil hushed him.

“I see it now…” Jonathan continued. “Son of a bitch. He’s a psychopath. He thinks he is doing her a favour. He knows she is dying and all this was aimed at putting her out of her misery. He doesn’t like the fact that he is doing it which is strange. That’s why he shattered the mirror in the closet and any other reflective surface including her phone.”

He opened his eyes and heaved a sigh of relief. “Unfortunately Inspector, I’ll need him committing more murders before I can define his pattern. For now, I can’t help you.”

He stripped himself of the overall and removed his gloves from his already sweaty hands. He advanced towards the entrance to the apartment, threw the gloves into a bin and was halted by Gil’s voice.

“How did you know about the mirror in the closet? You didn’t go in there.”

Gil was right. How did he know that?

“Deduction.” He answered eventually and hurried out of the apartment to avoid more questions. Gil was not a genius but he did understand crime scenes.

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Two a.m. and Jonathan was back to where he was before he assisted the detectives in accessing the crime scene. He had rummaged on his findings earlier and something wasn’t right.

This was not the first time he had tried to deduce a criminal’s pattern. This was however the first time his imagination had developed beyond what his eyes saw. Gil had noticed.

If it were a novel, he could have pronounced himself the murderer. The handiwork of an alter ego probably, but such things do not exist. The ceiling still showcased its art but he wasn’t interested anymore. He turned away from it and coiled in a foetal position. The least he could do was sleep.

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The alarm clock rung five and Jonathan jumped out of bed red and distraught. His body reeked of fear and his shirt was damp with sweat. He wiped his face dry with a napkin and paced around the room. He had seen Mrs Philips again. He had seen the murderer. His mind meandered again and he fell into a trance.

In the trance, he saw the murderer. Black, average height and an afro that had a striking resemblance to his. He watched him drag her. He watched her scream and struggle. He watched him push her against the bed and stab her in her side piercing deep beyond her rib into her pancreas. He saw the fear in her eyes. He saw her gasp and writhe in pain. The blood gushed from the wound and he couldn’t stomach it anymore.

He reached for a bottle of aspirin and swallowed three pills without remorse. His head was banging and he felt light headed.

The murderer walked into the closet and stuck a gumball in his mouth. He threw the pack away in disgust and washed the blood clean off his gloves. The grandfather clock chimed three times and he nodded his head in approval. He bent down to the sink and drowned his head in the water from the tap. The murderer then turned to face the mirror…

Jonathan gasped when he saw what was lurking in the mirror. He rushed to the loo and sat on the toilet bowl to catch his breath. He wasn’t mistaken. He peeked again into his imagination to assure himself that he wasn’t delusional and one look convinced him he was not. 

He had seen himself. He had seen Jonathan Fela in Mrs Philips’s mirror.

He let out a yell and clasped his head in his arms. Could he have done it? Could he have been the murderer? There was only one way to find out. He stood up and walked to the kitchen. He opened the door leading into the store and the coppery scent told him everything he needed to know. That was definitely the smell of stale blood and it was splattered across the floor with his butcher’s knife in the centre of it.

* * *

The plane touched down on Nigerian soil and its tires screeched on the vast concrete tarmac. Jonathan peered out of the adjacent window and sighed. He had no place here. He had no life. Neither did he have one in the states. Not anymore. The deportation papers in the folder in his suitcase assured him of that.

His mind flashed back to that evening as passengers disembarked from the plane. He felt the first surge of imagination and let it flow. He heard the clock chime in Mrs Philips room and he grinned. He sure as hell missed it. The blood. The fear in their eyes. The sheer power.

His victims had been powerless. They had screamed, wailed and cried in pain. He had listened to their yells and felt ecstasy. Nothing fascinated him more than this. All his victims; Mrs Philips, the cab driver, the girl from the one night stand stood no chance. They had experienced a higher power; his higher power.

Only Gil had survived. The only man to witness his vigour and not quiver in fear.

A hostess tapped his wrist gently and he snapped out of his trip. The plane was empty and only he was left on board.

“We have landed sir.” The hostess said and smiled.
He apologised and hurried out of the plane.

In the airport, he located his family from afar. He saw his mum wave and race towards him exhilarated. He hugged her and they walked towards the rest.

“Jonathan, good to see you.” His father said and extended his hand for a handshake.

“I can’t say the same.” Jonathan replied and stood face to face with his father. His younger sister; Shade shook her head and went to sit in the corner.

“Jonathan!” His mother exclaimed after his reply. “That’s not how to greet your dad.”

“He’s not my dad. My dad would have come along with you to see me.”

“To see you?” His father raged. “In an asylum? You killed people for God’s sake. Why would I be proud to see my murderous son in a freaking asylum?”

Jonathan ignored his cries and continued. “I was there for three years, three good years and you never showed up. Not once.” He brought out a handkerchief from his trousers’ side pocket and wiped the sweat off his face. The stupid country was too hot.

“Jonathan, your dad missed you.” His mother intervened. “You have been abroad for over seven years; he’s just not sure on how to show the emotions.”
Jonathan ignored her, picked up his luggage and walked towards the exit. He stopped after taking a few steps.

“Where’s Josh?” He asked directing the question at his mother.

She sniffed and turned away to hide the tears that welled up in her eyes. Her husband pulled towards him and hugged her. Jonathan turned to Shade for an answer and like her mother, she turned away as well.

“Where the hell is Josh? He asked again, this time with a stern tone.

“Josh died two years ago in a car accident.” It was his father that answered. “He was coming from school; Unilag along with his friend… we never found his body.” He added after a short pause.

Jonathan dropped his bags and pulled out his wallet from one of its pockets. He wiped the sweat off his face again and walked towards the exit.

“Where are you going?” His mother asked.

“To Unilag. I’ll find my way home.”

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Shade followed Ronke closely as they stepped out of the reception of their dorm.

“Where are we going?” She asked for the umpteenth time.

“The cafeteria.”

Nike received a ping while I was with her phone. He wanted to meet her by four today in the café. Its quarter past four already.”

“So, we’re just going to jump in or what?”

“I don’t know yet. Let’s get there first.” Ronke replied.

In the cafeteria, they spotted Nike and her boyfriend from the entrance and walked towards them. They arrived at their location in record time and Ronke cleared her throat to announce their presence. 

“Hi Josh.” Ronke greeted in a faint tone to Nike’s annoyance and Jeff looked up to their stupefied faces. Shade blinked a couple of times and touched his shoulder to ensure she was sane. This was definitely Josh.

“Hello. It’s Jeff though.” Jeff replied and smiled in Ronke’s direction. He had never been this close to her and he couldn’t explain his affection for her.
Shade struggled to find words and just left her mouth aghast while Ronke grabbed a seat for herself at their table and engaged Jeff in a conversation.

Jonathan walked in on their discussion and punched Jeff in the left shoulder.

“Bastard; I thought you were dead.” He exclaimed.

Jeff groaned in pain and stood up to face him.

“Who are you and why did you do that? And what the hell do you mean by I was dead? He asked Jonathan. Nike stood up in his defence and clapped her hands in a market woman fashion.

“Who the hell are you?” She asked and placed her hands on her hips ready for some drama. Ronke and Shade retreated to the background after deciding to stay out of the commotion.

“I should be asking you that.” Jonathan replied Nike.

“I’m his girlfriend.” She said with aplomb and rolled her eyes. Jonathan just smiled.

“And I’m his brother.”

The whole lot including Ronke and Shade chorused ‘brother’ which made bystanders turn to look. Nike and Ronke flashed them grave looks and they went back to their business.

Right in the corner, Mohammed and Jack observed the proceedings.

“Those are the girls, Jack.” Mohammed said.

“I know boss. Let’s wait for the guys to leave.”

To be Continued Next Year

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Mike Dammy

Joshua Fela – Episode 10


Joshua Fela

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Before I start… Let me first say I’m really sorry I took a long break from writing especially as regards this series. I hope you forgive me :d

I also hope you still have the fire burning.
If you’ve forgotten the story however, you can download the earlier episodes here in one single file—>>>

Episodes 1 – 9

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Mike walked into the reception of EKO hospital; a renowned medical clinic in Lagos. He scanned the corridors connected to the reception in view of signages that would direct him before his attention is broken by a waving receptionist. Or was she a nurse, he had no idea and her formal attire gave nothing away.

“Good afternoon.” He greeted after he had advanced on her position.

“Afternoon sir, how may I help you?” She replied. He couldn’t help but notice her cute appearance and the little freckles on her face that made her look younger than he guessed she was.

“I’m Mike Ogu; divisional head police officer of the Akoka branch police station. I would like to see a medical doctor. If possible, the one in charge.”

He saw the look on her face and quickly added; “its for an investigation.”

“I’m sure it is.” She replied and smiled at the realisation that he had tried reading her facial expression and failed. Contrary to what he might have been thinking, she was only surprised at the panache with which he spoke.

“If I’m getting you right sir, you want to see Dr. Yeboah; the medical director in charge but he’s curently on official duties to Namibia”

“Oh…Is there any other doctor I can see?”

“Yes, Dr Ogunsaye. He’s Dr Yeboah’s deputy.”

“Okay, that’ll be fine by me.” Mike replied.

“Good, sit over there for a while…” She gestured to a settee in the reception lobby. “And I’ll get back to you soon.”

“Thank you… Miss?”

“Tamara.” She answered and gently flicked her nametag albeit in an ambiguous manner. He got the hint and punched himself for not seeing it on his way to the settee.


Laughter from an adjoining room cut through the silence in Ronke’s room like a knife. She was seated on an arm chair which was opposite her bed on which Nike was seated.

“Nike…” She said in a rather commanding tone. “Let me see that picture.”

“No.” was the reply she got.


Nike sniffed and rubbed her nose with the back of her palm. Her eyes were red from holding back the tears and it seemed like they could burst out any minute.

“Because I’ve got something going and you want to ruin it for me by telling me its all fake.”

“Not fake Nike.” Ronke corrected.” An illusion. I only want to confirm if Jeff is truly who he claims to be or you’re…” She paused and breathed heavily.

“Say it! You want to say I’m crazy right? Well, I am. I am crazily in love with a living person not the ghost you claim he is.”

“That ghost liked me.” Ronke replied emphasizing the word ‘Liked’.

“And that is it. That’s what this has always been about.” Nike clapped once and looked at the ceiling to prevent the tears from rolling out.

“It’s always been about you. The boy wanted you but you didn’t want him. Now he likes someone else and youre jealous that it’s not working out for you. You want it all for yourself.” She grabbed her bag , walked towards the exit and opened the door.

“You’re so self-centred it stinks.” She added. “Everything must be about you. No one else can be happy but you. The gist and gossip must always be in your favour. And you wonder why only crazies and idiots fall for you.” She stepped out and slammed the door behind her.

Ronke alighted from the chair, paced around the room in no particular pattern as she tried to wrap her head around her current dilemma.

Was she self-centred? Well, yea. But nobody could blame her as to why she was curious about Nike’s boyfriend. He was a carbon copy of the guy that liked her two years ago. The same one that died in a ghastly motor accident.

Was Josh alive? Was Nath normal?

She collapsed in a heap on her bed out of exhaustion and the dizzy effect her zigzag movement around the room had caused. She grabbed her pillows tightly and as she tried to sleep away the pain, her room door swung open.

“I came as soon as I saw your message” Shade said as she stomped into the room. She stooped to remove her sandals, saw the dirt she brought in with her and gasped.

“Don’t worry about that.” An obviously famished Ronke said. “I’ll clean it later.”

Shade rose her head in shock to look at her. The almighty queen of tidyness just refused the opportunity to go all gaga at mud stains on her rug. Something definitely was up.

“What’s wrong dear?” She asked after taking a seat beside Ronke’s bed and nudging her in the side. “Is it Chloe?”

“Nah… I think Nike is right.”

“Right about what?” A confused Shade asked.

“I am a jealous self-centered crazy b**ch…”

“Nike said that?” Shade interjected.

“Not really, but that’s what she meant.”

“When did these all happen?”

“Doesn’t matter but I’m gonna solve it today.”

“Solve what?” Shade asked disgusted. “Stop putting me in the dark. Your message said I should get here fast. I’m here now, what’s the problem?

“Joshua Fela is not dead.” Ronke finally replied. She got up from the bed. Walked over to her mirror and wiped off what was left of the makeup on her face.

“I know that Ronke, I saw him myself.”

“Good. So Josh is not dead…” She repeated. “Nath is not crazy and I know all these because Nike is pregnant for him.”

Shade gasped and covered her open mouth with her hands.

“Nath impregnated Nike?”

“No stupid. Josh did and I believe I…”

“Ronke…” Shade interrupted her. “You know that sounds crazy.” Ronke shot her a blank stare and she hushed.

“Just follow me to the cafeteria and I’ll prove it.” She grabbed her bag and hung it on her shoulder. “I’ll prove to everybody that Josh is Jeff and Jeff is Josh”

“Who’s Jeff?” Shade asked.

“Stop asking questions and just follow me jor.” They shut the door behind them and headed for the cafeteria.


Sir… Sir… Mr Mike? A gentle thud on his wrist woke him from his slumber.

“Er.. Yes?” He stuttered when he saw the receptionist standing over him.

“Mr Ogunsaye is ready to see you.” She said and returned to her desk.

“Oh.. Okay, thank you.” He rose for his seat and went in the direction she pointed.

“First door to your left.” She said after him.

“Okay.” He got to the door with the name tag on it and stopped.

“Tamara.” He called.

“Yes sir?”

“Can I see you later, say Friday?” He asked while trying to be as calm as he could be.

She say back and slouched in her seat.

“See me how?” A slight grin played at the corner of her lips. She wasn’t going to make this easy for him.
As she expected, he broke a sweat and puffed his cheeks.

“What…what… I meant was…” He replied stuttering like he did earlier.

“You mean a date?”

“Yes… I mean no… Actually what I meant was…”

“You know what…” She interrupted him.
“Let me give you my number.” She scribbled her number on a sheet of paper and handed it to him.

“Give me a call and we’ll talk better.”

“Thanks.” He smiled after he realized what she had done.

After a few seconds of awkward silence, she cleared her throat and pointed in the direction of the doctor’s office.

“Oh! Totally forgot about that.” He said and scampered to the office.


The phone vibrated on the wooden table and an ominous hand out of the darkness snatched at it and flipped it open.


“Hello. Is this Muhammed?”

“Yes. I just got the pictures in my mail.”

“Good. I guess that’s all you need.”

“Yes, it is. Their names, pictures and addresses. That’s basically everything. Have you seen my boy?”

“Yes, he just left my house. I gave him a hundred thousand naira.”

“Hundred ke? We agreed on two hundred.”

“I know. You’ll get your balance when the deed is done.”

A deep laughter filled the small room poorly lit by a single clerestory window.

“Trust me, those girls; Nike and Ronke or whatever their names are are as good as dead.”

As soon as he dropped the call, he dialled another number.


“Yes sir.”

“Did you get the complete money?”

“Yes sir. Hundred thousand naira, no kobo less.”

“Good. Meet me in front of Unilag now. Let’s just finish the job sharply.”

“Oshey! I’ll meet you there asap.”

“Good, and don’t forget to bring the van. You know we can’t kill them in plain sight.”

“I know sir, I no be novice. See you in thirty minutes.”


After thirty minutes with the doctor, Mike stepped out of the office, waved Tamara good bye and headed out of the hospital. In the parking lot, he dialled Bayo’s number and surveyed his surroundings as it rang.

“Hello sir.” He heard Bayo say.



“Go back to that school and bring me back that girl.”

“Ronke Gbadamosi?”

“Yes, something is not right here.”

“What can that be Sir?” Bayo asked.

“We’ll discuss later at the station. Just get me the girl now.”

“Okay sir.”

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Joshua Fela – Episode 9

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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.”

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The door opened and a man in his late forties stepped into the room. He spotted a short goatee and adjusted his glasses every now and then to reassure himself of his countenance and youth. The glasses had no recommended lens on them but only he knew that. He had told the doctor it was meant to help him remain young and vibrant in the eyes of the world.

The interrogator seated at the table immediately got to his feet and saluted the DPO of the current branch.

“Morning Sir.” He said after the physical salutation.

“Morning Bayo; is this the girl?” He asked concerning the girl seated at the other end of the desk. Her face was clasped in her palms and her hair was in a mess.

“Yes sir.” Bayo replied.

“Okay, what’s the situation?”

“She has refused to own up sir; still insists she had nothing to do with the murder.”

“She better do or we would have to answer to the senator. No…” he added after thinking. “I would have to answer to the senator.”

He smiled faintly and collected the file of the murder case from the outstretched hand of the interrogator. After rummaging through the documents, he snapped shut the file and looked at the terrified girl.

“Miss Ronke.” He said.

She looked up at this instance and squinted to see the face of her caller through her tear laden eyes.


“Ronke Gbadamosi right?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good, I’m Mike Ogu; the divisional police office of this branch.” He dragged the chair the interrogator stood from to himself creating a screeching sound in the process that made the interrogator flinch. He took off his glasses and put on a reassuring look. He noticed it calmed her down and managed a faint smile.

“So, tell me what happened.”

“Where do I start?” Ronke asked.

“From the beginning.” Mike replied.

Ronke took a deep breath and cleared her throat.
“It all started on Friday. I was gisting with my friends in my room.”

“Which friends?” Mike interjected.

“Nike, Shade and Chloe.” She said. “Chloe is my roommate…” she later added when she saw the look on Mike’s face.

“And these girls can vouch you were with them at this point in time?”

“Yes sir.”

“Carry on.”

She went on to describe her ordeal with Tope; how he called her and asked her to dinner. How the entire female dormitory went wild when the well-dressed driver arrived in the Aston Martin to pick her. How they spent money that rounded up to 56,000 naira during the course of the evening, how Tope asked her up to the suite he had booked and how she had refused.
Mike who had been quiet throughout her account stopped her at this point.

“You refused?”



“I didn’t want to follow him. I only followed him to have an experience of dining and Sheraton and…” she paused and looked away from Mike’s focused gaze.

“And what?” Mike inquired.

“… And to waste his money.” She muttered under her voice but the others in the room heard it clearly. “Don’t get me wrong…” she quickly added. “Tope is a proud person. I only wanted to make him pay and teach him a lesson.”

“Don’t you think killing him was too much of a lesson?” It was Bayo that spoke.

“I didn’t kill him.” She barked in his direction.

“Of course you didn’t. He died in the male hostel and unless you’re in Hollywood, you couldn’t have pulled that stunt. So, who did you employ to do the dirty job for you?”

“I didn’t kill him.” Ronke repeated.

“Then who did?” He banged the metal table in frustration and realised what he had done. His eyes met with that of the Mike who was looking up from his seated position and saw the disappointment in the eyes of his superior.

“I’m sorry sir.”

“You better be. Get out.”

Bayo reluctantly walked out of the room and Ronke heaved a sigh of relief when the door shut.

“Now, tell me what happened after that.” Mike said when the tension had dissipated.

She wiped her nose with the back of her hand and continued talking.

“After dinner, he paid the bill and I stood up to go. He then looked at me and asked me where I was going. I told him I thought we were supposed to head back to school because it was getting late and he laughed and told me we weren’t going back to school that night. When I asked him why, he said he had booked a room and that did I think he had brought me all the way to Sheraton to just have dinner. I got angry and started walking to the door and he dragged me back and threatened to wreck me and my family.”

She wiped a tear from her right eye but Mike stared on without any reaction. She searched his eyes for pity but found none, so she continued.

I tried to pull away and he called security and accused me of being a hooker. The security men threw me out and I found my way back to school.” She made an expression to show she had finished but Mike fixed his gaze on her.

“Did he have enemies?” He asked when he noticed she was getting uncomfortable with all the attention.

“Not that I know of.”

“Even in your class?”

She shook her head in response.
Mike leaned back in his seat and rubbed his sweaty hands against his trousers. His instincts told him she was innocent but the job required him to prove it.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”


“So apart from Tope, there is nobody wooing you?”

“Actually, there are a few but what does it matter?”

“It does matter because one of your numerous suitors could have killed Tope out of jealousy. So, is there any one among them that doesn’t like Tope?”

“Well, there’s Nath.”

“Who’s Nath?”

“Nathaniel Bassey; He was also in my class and he never for once liked Tope.”

“How do you know that?”

“It was obvious; they showed it every day, in class, church, anywhere they found themselves.”



Mike opened the file and scribbled something on an A4 paper.

“Any other thing you think I should know?” He waited for a response and when he didn’t get any, he looked up to see Ronke with her mouth aghast and her gaze fixed on the wall behind him.


“Nath was a cultist in his former school and he threatened me the day Tope died. Actually, the afternoon before he did.”

“Hmm…” was all Mike said. His face was buried in the paper her was jotting in.

“Is it possible Nath killed Tope?”

“Anything is possible dear; anybody can be a murderer; even you.” He put his pen back on the paper again to write and was halted by a knock on the door.

“Yes, come in.”

“DPO…” he heard Bayo say; “the senator is around.”

“Okay.” Mike replied calmly. “Tell him I would be with him soon.”

“In other words, he should keep me waiting.” Senator Dare said as he stepped into the room.

Mike turned back to see the youngest senator this country had ever had in his full regalia. His sky blue agbada screamed affluence and his charisma was one to be admired. A young lady Mike perceived to be his personal assistant stood behind him in a grey suit and two military officers stood behind her.

“I’m sorry sir.” Mike said and stood up in respect.

“Keep your apology to yourself. Has Bello called you?”

“Bello?” Mike asked bemused.

“Your boss.”

“Oh, Inspector Bello. Yes, he has sir.”

“Good. So who is she?” He pointed at Ronke.

“That’s Ronke Gbadamosi. She was brought in for questioning.”

“So, she killed my son?”

“No sir.” Mike answered. “She was only brought in for questioning.” Bayo cast a glance in his direction. How his boss had picked sides early on in the case surprised him.

“So, who did?” Dare asked.

“We don’t know yet sir.”

“What? Are you dumb? What do you mean by you’ve not found who killed my son?”

“I meant investigations are still on-going and no sir, I’m not dumb. You would like to mind your language around here Sir.”

The senator swivelled to face Mike.

“Are you talking to me?”

“I won’t have to if you had spoken well in the first place Sir.” Mike placed emphasis on the sir whenever he addressed arrogant people.

“What’s your name?”

“Mike Ogu Sir.”

“Mike, Mike… I like you Mike but you better watch your manners or I’ll have your ass on the street and I’ll make sure nobody employs you.”

Mike opened his mouth to reply but Bayo tugged at his shirt and he let it go.

“Good, now that we’ve reached an understanding, someone with a little bit of respect in here should brief me on what this investigation has uncovered.”

“Well… Mike started. I’ve interrogated her and we’ve come up with a new suspect.”

“Who?” Senator Dare asked.
A sergeant stepped into the already stuffed room, saluted his bosses and proceeded to speak.

“Sir, one Nathaniel Bassey is waiting for you in your office. He has asked to speak to you.”

“Nathaniel Bassey?” Mike asked.

“Yes sir. He said he has come to confess to one murder case or something.”

“Well, that’s wonderful.”

Senator dare looked on puzzled and Mike put him out of his misery.

“Nathaniel Bassey sir; is the suspect I was talking about.”


“Okay baby, talk to you tomorrow.”

“You too dear.” Jeff replied and cut the call. He flexed his arms and smiled to the ceiling. He really liked the girl after all.

“So, you still talk to that girl.”

Jeff sighed and turned to look at his father who was standing at the entrance of the door.

“I’ve told you I love her.”

“And I’ve told you love doesn’t exist.” He turned to leave the room.

“Yea right.” Jeff muttered under his breath.

“I heard you.” He heard his father’s voice echo in the lobby.

“I know.”

Jeff stood up and put on a pair of jeans. He took another long look at his girlfriend’s picture on the homepage of his phone and smiled.

“Dad.” He said when he got to the living room where his father was already seated.


“You promised to tell me about the accident today.”

“What’s left to know?”

“Don’t pretend now.” Jeff grumbled. “You never told me where I was going to before the accident or where I was even coming from.”

“Well, that’s because you never kept our deal.”

“Which is?” Jeff asked. He moved to the bar and poured himself a glass of wine.

“I thought I told you not to drink.” His father said without looking up from the newspaper he was reading.

“You’re deviating dad.”

“Oh, you mean the deal?”


“We agreed you would never step foot in that school again.”

“I thought we talked about that dad. For some reason, I’m drawn to that Ronke girl.”

“But you’re going out with her friend; you must be really drawn to her.” The father said albeit sarcastically.

“Well, I fell in love with Nike and I don’t regret it.”

“Break up with her, stick to our deal and I promise to tell you.”

“I can’t.”

“Then I’m not telling you.” The father slouched in the settee and shielded his face with the newspaper.

“I didn’t say I won’t. I said I can’t.”


“Meaning she’s pregnant.”

“She’s what?”

To be continued next week Tuesday.


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Joshua Fela – Episode 7

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Dare lay naked on the king size bed. The duvet was mussed and it barely covered his phallus after all the tossing and turning during the night. Susan lay beside him and was also deep in sleep. Her hair was packed in a hairnet and her face still had traces of last night’s make up.

The sun came up early and it let itself in through the tiny gap between the drapes. That single ray attacked Dare’s face and he was forced to jump out of bed. He tried going back to sleep after re-directing the light to Susan’s face but sleep wasn’t forthcoming.

Susan woke soon; the light causing her to. She looked in his direction and saw him standing over the bed. He looked like he could burst into laughter anytime and she didn’t need a mind reader to know he had done something mischievous.

“Dare; you did that curtain thing again right?” She asked with a stern look. He turned away and clasped his lips tightly to prevent them from betraying the act.

“You’re just a cow.” She said when he didn’t reply and threw a pillow in his direction. He caught the pillow and smiled.

“And you’re my lovely gecko.” He relied and tossed it right back at her. Those were their pet names. They had coined them during their first night out in London.

“Don’t you think we have taken the word pet too literally?” He had asked that night when she laid in his arms after a few bouts of sex.

“I know right.” She had replied.

She rolled up on the bed and backed the sunlight. The light fell on her hair this time and rendered it a taint brown. He noticed the colour gradient in her hair and smiled. Thoughts of going back to bed crossed his mind but he brushed them off. The alarm clock read 6:26. The time was 6:11 then, he calculated. It was fifteen minutes late. An error incurred by himself on purpose the night they arrived here in Burj al Arab.

He moved to the working closet and spent some minutes jostling on which shorts would be perfect for the day. Today was Tuesday, or was it Wednesday; he had no idea. Work was overbearing and he had no time for dates. Last night’s mini rendezvous with the other senators had left him with a slight headache this morning; the result of taking more than two glasses of tequila than his body could afford. He had learnt that the hard way some years back.

He settled with a pair of lemon coloured beach shorts and rose it up like a trophy. Humming the UEFA Champions League theme in his head, he moved his arms like he saw the conductor do at a live rendition of the Moulin Rouge in Paris last week.

“This is childish, Dare.” He told himself. “You’re forty seven for heaven’s sake.”

He stepped out of the closet and the room into the patio. The gale last night was nowhere to be found and all that was left was a soft breeze that was soothing to his skin. He rubbed his stomach in ecstasy and admired the orange sun. Today was perfect. He undressed and stepped into the suspended pool while clutching between his fore and middle fingers a cigar with his name emblazoned on it. He found his perfect spot in the pool with ease and made himself comfortable.

The shores of Dubai looked scanty this morning and he cursed for forgetting his binoculars inside. He procrastinated however and promised his conscience he would get it later. He couldn’t miss work for today. At least, this was work; spending a week in Dubai’s most extravagant hotel, smoking his customised cigar, resting in the pool all week long and no phone calls or emails. Sleeping with Nigeria’s ambassador to the United Arab Emirates in the most expensive suite in the whole of the Middle East was also an add-on. He couldn’t have wished for better. He didn’t even need to be the president; his earnings as a senator was sufficient for him.

The door leading to the patio opened and out stepped Susan. Looking at her now, he couldn’t quite see the class he noticed the first day they met at the official meeting in London last month. She held his phone and he frowned.

So much for no phone calls.

“You have a call. It’s from Nigeria.”
He grumbled and reluctantly collected the phone from her. Where was his personal assistant when he needed her?

“Hello.” The voice at the other end said.

“Yes, this is Senator Oludare Ibikunle.”

“Good day sir, this is Inspector Bello.”

“Inspector; how are you doing?”

“I’m very fine sir.”

“Good. To what do I owe this honour?”

“I just called to inform you of an urgent matter… or rather issue.”

“Yes, what issue?”

“Sir, I don’t know how to put it but your son was moved to the morgue last night. He had been murdered.”

“What? Where?”

“In his school; we don’t know who the murderer is yet but my boys are working on it.”

“See Inspector, I don’t care what investigations are running now but you must who killed my son. Make sure you’re in charge of the investigation.”

“Definitely sir.”

“I’ll take the next flight to Nigeria. Interrogate anybody you have to; his friends, lecturers, arrest the whole school if you see the need to sef.”

“Yes sir.”

“See you soon.”

“Okay sir. Good day sir.”

“Good day.”

“Dare, what’s wrong?” Susan asked after he dropped the call.

“Tope was killed last night.”

“What?” She held her hands to her mouth in shock.

“Yes. I’m going to Nigeria now.”

He got out of the pool, left his shorts behind and walked towards the penthouse. She watched him walk butt-naked into the house with puddles of water formed at each step he took and hurried after him.


“Are these delusions only caused by injuries or accidents to the head?” a male student asked.

“No.” the aged looking professor replied. His big spectacles adorned his round face and balanced themselves neatly on the crane of his nose. Nath devised he was almost or above seventy because the only black hair he could find on him were little patches on his moustache and he could have sworn the old professor looked like the Penguin; a villain in the Disney Batman series.

“Sometimes, these diseases are hereditary.” The professor’s monotone voice echoed in the classroom.

“Examples are the Huntington and the Gaucher diseases…”

The freshers looked on in awe as the oldest lecturer in the medicine department and current head of department wowed them with his vast knowledge.

“The Huntington is very devastating; it slowly impedes the affected individual’s ability to walk, talk and reason. According to research, it’s hereditary; that means it is passed down from generations to generations and there is no cure for it. One good thing though is that it’s rare in Nigeria. We have had just one case in about fifty years. I guess that is a good ratio right?”

The class nodded in the affirmative.

“At least I shouldn’t be prescribing treatment for any of you for it in my lifetime.”

The whole class laughed at this statement. Nath however stared on stupefied. How the fellow students found that humorous was really strange to him. He had to admit though; the man did have a charm on his students. It must be a departmental thing, he reasoned after Josh yawned for the umpteenth time.

“Other examples are the traumatic brain injury which is predominant in children unfortunately.” The professor continued. He went on to explain how the diseases were diagnosed and whether scientists had found cures to them or not.

Nath slouched on the bench himself and Josh were seated on. Sleep was beginning to creep up on him and he was fighting a losing battle against it. He had come here to learn more about his predicament but it seemed he was going to leave worse.
Josh laughed beside him when he saw the look on his face.

“I told you this was going to be a wasted effort. Now, we have missed our history class.”

Nath ignored him and focused what was left of his attention on the professor. If only he could mention what he wanted to hear. He had stayed up all night buried in thoughts over Tope’s death. It couldn’t have been a coincidence; it all had to be connected.
He checked his wristwatch for the time and knew the class was going to end soon. He had to act now.

“Yes; you at the back”. The professor said. Nath’s hand was up.

“Good afternoon sir.”

“Good afternoon. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in this class.” Josh tugged at his trouser but Nath shrugged him off.

“Yes sir, I’m not a student in this department. I’m from the ICT department. I just came to learn a thing or two about a particular brain delusion.”

“Okay, carry on.” The professor urged.

“I have a relative and he’s diagnosed with a brain disease. The doctors called it the Capgras syndrome.”

“Capgras syndrome.” The professor reiterated. “Peculiar brain delusion I would say. What are the symptoms your relative has showed?”

“Well, he claims his dead best friend is still alive and that he actually sees him.”

“Hmm… I would have loved to meet him. Has he showed any form of violence?”

“Not that I know of.” Nath replied.

“Then that’s good. He still has a little time before he finally loses it.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Victims diagnosed with the Capgras syndrome resort to violence after a while. They break stuff or cut themselves. They might even kill someone without knowing they did. That’s when it’s extreme though, but if your relative hasn’t gotten to that stage, good for him or is it her?”


“Good for him then.”
Nath bath his eyelids to prevent tears from pouring out of his eyes and embarrassing himself further, it was bad enough that he was in another department.

“Okay sir, one other thing.”


“My cousin claims he sees the future.”

The professor smiled at this and shook his head slowly. He removed his glasses and wiped them on his blue cotton shirt before putting them back on. The whole class including Nath stared on anxiously.

“There have been claims of Capgras delusion victims seeing the future but there are no facts yet and so many disprove it as a logical notion.”

“What do you mean sir?”

“I mean the dream and premonitions these patients claim to have could just be a figment of their imagination. They are already mentally impaired, who is to say this is not one of the side effects of the delusion? Give me an example of when he claimed to have seen the future.”

Nath racked his memory for a befitting example that would suit his case. Stating anything similar to his case or Tope’s death would just raise suspicion around him.

“One day, a vase was broken in the house and we were wondering who got it broken. Meanwhile, he was sleeping in the room. When we went to ask him, he looked in shock and told us how the vase had broken and which side it had broken without seeing the vase itself. When we asked him how he knew, he said he had seen it in a dream.”

“He broke the vase.” The professor said without warning.

“He did?”

“Yes; the reason why he knew the vase was broken was because he broke it and then taught he saw someone else do it.”

“Oh, is that so?”

“Yes. I hope I’ve answered your questions well.”

“Yes sir, thank you sir.”

“You’re welcome son. “

The whole class heaved a sigh of relief. What they just experienced in the last hour was mind-blowing. A short boy said aloud that this was why he chose to study medicine and the rest of the class nodded their heads in approval

The professor smiled at their enthusiasm, took a look at his wristwatch and said;

“I guess my time is up.”

“Yes sir.” Some students retorted.

“Good. Class dismissed.”


“You should have seen how he sparked for me. You would have thought I was his girlfriend.”

“Ehn, you don’t mean it?” Nike replied.

They were in Ronke’s room and they were talking about her conversation with Nath the day before. Ronke wore a yellow blouse on bum shorts and was knitting a scarf for herself while Nike was seated in the corner and was chatting on her blackberry. She smiled every other minute and Ronke wondered what was making her so delighted.

“Who or what is making you smile?” She asked.
Nike looked up from her phone and with her expression, you would think she had been caught in a shameful act.

“Who are you chatting with?” Ronke asked again.

“Nobody.” Nike replied and shone her teeth in an attempt to depict ignorance.

“That’s a lie.” She stood up and tried to snatch the phone but Nike hid it behind her.

“Just tell me now. I thought we were best friends.”
A smile lit up Nike’s face as she heard Ronke’s declaration. Being the best friend of the hottest girl in school had always been her dream.

“It’s my boyfriend.” She said reluctantly.

“Your boyfriend?” Ronke reiterated sarcastically.” If you didn’t want to tell me, you could have just said so.”

“I’m serious.” Nike replied with a straight face.

“Really; how long is your relationship?”

“Two months.”

“Hmm… Two months? Prove it.”

“How am I supposed to prove it?” Nike asked.

“You’ve had a boyfriend for two months; prove to me that he’s not some fantasy character you just created to prevent me from knowing what you were actually doing.”

“Well, his name is Jeff, we met on twitter…”

“What?” Ronke interjected.

“You see, that’s why I didn’t want to tell you.”

“Sorry, continue.”

“That’s all. There is nothing else to say”

Ronke thought for a while and asked; “have you slept with him?”


“Wow, you’re stupid.” Ronke exclaimed. “How do you sleep with someone you just met? Do you have his picture?”

“Yes.” She enlarged his display picture and stretched to hand her phone to Ronke when a knock at the door halted her action.

“Hold that thought.” Ronke said and went to get the door.

She opened the door and in stepped the hall porter and two police men clad in their complete official uniforms. The two officers were two different personalities entirely. The first one was short, fair and looked very much like a man from the south of the country. She didn’t need to guess what tribe the taller and darker one was from. His tribal marks said it all.
The shorter officer spoke first.

“Good day ma’am. I suppose you’re Miss Ronke Gbadamosi.”

“Yes, I am.”

“Good. You are under arrest for the master minding the murder of one Mr Temitope Ibikunle.”

“Murder ke? Me?… Wait, Tope is dead. Jesus! I didn’t kill him o”

“We can discuss that at the station. We would like to be on our way immediately.”

“Mo daran (I’m in trouble)… Can I please call my father first?”

“You can do that at the station ma’am. Can we go?”

“Yes, just let me change.”

The taller policeman hadn’t said anything and she cared less about hearing what his voice sounded like. She hurried into the room, changed her shorts to full length corduroy jeans, grabbed her phone and followed them.

“Nike, take care of my room and keep the key for Chloe before she comes back.” She said to Nike as they left the room.

“Okay; take care.” Nike bade her farewell and shut the door behind them. As soon as she was sure they had gone quite a distance, she updated her BBM status.

    Ronke Gbadamosi has been arrested for the murder of “Tope Murano”!!!! :/

To be continued next week Tuesday.


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Joshua Fela – Episode 6

Joshua Fela | Damstylee_Original picture sourced from Google

Joshua Fela | Damstylee_Original picture sourced from Google

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The newscaster gestured and smiled intermittently on the 42” flat screen TV. He watched her report the Boko Haram killings in Bauchi and was amazed at how composed she was.

“Funmi yea?” He said to himself. He had to meet her somehow. She would be a milf alright but who cared? His father’s connections would get him close.

Ronke turned beside him and yawned.

“Hey darling.”

He looked in her direction and smiled. Mission accomplished. In a record 16 hours.

In your face Nath.

“Last night was awesome.” She said when he didn’t reply.

“Yes, it was.” He replied and returned his gaze to the TV.

Why wouldn’t it be awesome, you just had sex with the son of a senator in the most expensive room in Sheraton. Hell yea, it’s gonna be awesome.

“What’s on your mind?” She asked and tugged at his hand. Her finger ran along the panther on his arm and he fought the goose bumps that were threatening to erupt from beneath his skin.

“Nothing.” He yanked his hand free from her and increased the distance on the bed between them.

“I love your tattoo.”

“Who doesn’t?… Do you want one?”

“Nah… my dad would kill me.”

“You’re still forming daddy’s girl. Come on, ditch that old man and move on with life. You’re a big girl now. Has he ever stepped into Sheraton talk less of spending a night in its most expensive suite?” She sat up until she was at eye level with him.

“Take that back.”

“Take what back?” He asked.

“What you just said about my father?”

“Why? Did I lie?” He could afford to be arrogant now. The challenge was set and he had won. No time for Mr Nice Guy anymore. He grinned at her and she hissed.

“You’re a fool and I’m a jerk for trusting you.” The doorbell rang as soon as she was done talking and they heard the hotel attendant’s voice through the door.

“Room Service.”

They turned to look at each other and debated with their eyes who was going to get the door. She lost and stood up to go get their breakfast. Tope watched her backside as she walked away and hissed.

“Been there; done that.” He returned his attention to Funmi as she rounded up on the 8’ o clock news. His attention is cut short when Ronke screamed and a set of chinas shattered on the ceramic tiled floor.

“Ronke.” He called out. “Are you all right?” He got up from the bed, strapped a towel around his waist and checked for a pair of bathroom slippers in one of the drawers.

“Tope.” He heard his name and paused in his search. Puzzled, he turned around to see Josh poised with a dagger. The dagger had blood dripping from it and he didn’t need to ask whose blood it was. The grotesque sight scared him and he retreated towards the balcony.

“Josh… what are you doing here? God, I’m dreaming.”

Josh looked at the knife and looked back at him. “What does it look like?”

“But..but youre dead.”

“Really? Well, we will see about that.” He approached Tope amidst the wails of the latter and a swipe of the dagger left blood splattered on the drapes and window pane.


Nath jerked up from sleep, looked around the hospital ward and screamed. The nurse on duty ran into the ward. Her countenance was frantic and her breasts bounced on her chest as her heart beat accelerated. She spent the next few minutes calming him down and preventing him from removing the drip tube in his vein.

“What happened?” She asked with a native Ibo accent after the heart monitor recorded a close to normal heart beat rate.

“Nothing; I just need to get out of here.”

She caught him looking below her neck and cleared her throat on purpose. He realised he had been found out and avoided eye contact with her.

“Please discharge me.” He said after the awkward atmosphere had dissipated.

“I’m sorry I can’t.” She replied.


“It’s only the doctor that can.”

“Then get me the doctor.” His voice was raised now and other workers peeped to see if all was well in the ward.

“I’ve been here for three days and I’m totally fine.”

“Okay, I’ll get him immediately I’m done. You don’t have to be rude though.” He said nothing. She examined the frequency on the heart monitor for the last time and noticed him staring at her again.

“You really don’t have anything else to look at but my breast abi?” He shut his eyes in shame not for staring but for being caught and turned to face the other direction.

“I’m sorry”. He said without looking at her. “Please just get the doctor for me. This place creeps me out.”

“He’ll be here soon.”

He opened his eyes to peek at her backside as she walked out of the dorm. At the entrance she stopped suddenly and turned around. He quickly shut his eyes and looked to the other direction but she had caught him again.

“Mr Nathaniel Bassey.” She said in measured tones.
“Stop staring at me or you will have to answer to my fiancé.”

He nodded his head and poked out his tongue in her direction when she had left the room.

Fiancé kor.


Hours later, Nath stumbled into his dormitory. He dragged himself to his room and collapsed on his bed. His joints felt weak and he regretted leaving the hospital before he was perfectly alright.

News of Tope’s escapades was the in thing on campus.

Everyone was talking about it; The couple. The Aston Martin. Sheraton. The sex.

Josh wasn’t around and he hadn’t seen him since he dropped him at the hospital three days ago. He was sure Josh had heard the news and he could bet he was devastated. The love of his life just got scored on by the aristocrat of the school. Who wouldn’t be pissed? This was an example of a mature form of bullying.

He was pissed himself and he barely liked her. He needed to clarify something. Everybody had been eager to gist him about every other thing but nobody mentioned the sex. Maybe they kept that part of their escapades secret but why would she stoop so low? He wondered.

He picked up his phone and dialled her number; it rang a couple of times before she answered it.

“Hello.” Her alto voice filled his ear drums almost relieving him of his anger.


“Nath. Hey darling. I heard you were hospitalised. Are you okay now?”


“Are you back?”


“Good. Myself, Chloe and Shade would stop by tomorrow to say hi. I hope you would be okay with us coming.”

“Ronke.” His stern voice shocked her and she took a long pause before she answered.


“Did you sleep with him?”

“Sleep with who?”

“Please, don’t play dumb with me. The whole school is raving at how you two had a good time three days ago.”

“See me see wahala. So you called me just to accuse me of sleeping with Tope. Are you crazy? Iru arifin wo niyen?” (What kind of disrespectful attitude is that?)

“Well, the whole school thinks you did.”

“And you believed them. Geez, I’m disappointed. How do you expect me to make a fool of myself and sleep with Tope? That dumb f**k that thinks the whole world revolves around him.” She waited for his response and when she knew it wasn’t forthcoming, she continued in a much calmer tone; “Nath, I only followed just to help him waste his money; I can never sleep with Tope.”

He was convinced it was all a dream now, except she was a pretty good actress.

“I hope you’re saying the truth else some people would be more disappointed than I am.”

“People like who? You mean our lecturers?”

“No. Josh.”



“Nath dear, I think you should see a doctor.” He heard the pity in her voice and it irritated him but he needed to be sure first.


“Because I think something is wrong with you. You keep talking about Josh, but Josh died two years ago.” He bit his lower lip and held back the part of him that screamed in his head; she’s a Bastard. Normal Nath won’t let her go scot-free.

“Ronke, I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. You need to see a doctor.” Now, she’s pushing it. The voice in his head said.

“I said I’m fine.”

“No, it must be a head…”

“What is wrong with you? Why does everybody keep saying I’m nuts? If you want to kill Josh in your minds, do so. Just don’t ruin it for me.”

The front door opened and Josh walked into the room. He had a mouthful of Gala in his mouth and was downing it with a bottle of La Casera.

“Hey.” He greeted Josh. “Did you hear that? I just greeted the man you pronounced dead.” Her emotions gave way and she started sobbing but he didn’t care, he couldn’t care; Martian was in control now.

“This is the same guy that said hi to you in class last week but no, he is too dead to you. It’s you guys that need to see a doctor. If you can’t see Josh and I can, why haven’t you considered the possibility that you’re the crazy one? You’re claiming not crazy but you followed Tope to a hotel. Now I believe the rumours, he probably did sleep with you. Ashewo oshi. Thanks for ruining my day you hear. Goodbye.”

He hung up and threw his phone on the bed. Part of him felt remorseful and that he was too harsh but Martian wanted none of it. He tried to fight the beast but his dizziness finally gave way and he dozed off.


The lights in the dormitory went out and the darkness made him wake up. Everywhere was oddly quiet and that was strange for a male dormitory. He searched for his phone on the bed and when he did, put on the torch application and shone it towards Josh’s direction. His bed was empty. He listened to hear if he was in the loo but he heard nothing. It was around midnight.
Where could Josh have gone?

He noticed the door was slightly ajar and stood up to shut it but thought about it and went out instead. The corridors were pitch-black and the moon was nowhere to be found so the courtyards provided not much of a lighting. He strolled across the corridor on the fourth floor, his phone his only source of light.

His phone rang and he looked at the caller; Mom. Her picture smiled at him and he smiled when he remembered the day the picture was taken; his matriculation ceremony. He answered the call.


“Nathaniel.” She sounded scared.

“Yes mom, are you okay?”

“Yes I am. Please go back to your room.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Just go to your room, please.” She pleaded. The call cut off before he could say more and when he tried calling back, the automated machine voice said her number was switched off.

But she just called me now. This MTN people sha

He shrugged his shoulders and proceeded to return to his room as she had said. As he approached his door, he saw someone coming.

“Who is there?” He switched on the torch again and saw that the intruder was Tope.

“Tope, what are you doing here?” He moved closer to Tope and Josh’s face appeared behind Tope’s.

“Josh, I’ve been looking for you. What’s happening here? He noticed the groin area of Tope’s trousers was wet. He shone the light directly at it and saw the liquid was blood.

“Tope, are you okay?” Nath asked. “You’re bleeding.” All he got back was an icy stare from both Josh and Tope.
“Why are you guys not talking? Seriously, what’s going on here? Where is everybody?”

He tried to grab Tope, but his hand went right through him and he hit the floor with a thud.
The impact made him wake up. His hands and back were sweaty and his chest heaved up and down with his laborious breathing. The lights were on and he had never been this grateful to PHCN.

What kind of stupid dreams am I having? He asked himself.

There was a lot of noise coming from outside his room. He overhead boys screaming from the courtyard and stepped out to see what the bustle was for. The first person he met outside his door was Lekan and he inquired what all the fuss was about.

“Tope is dead.”

“Ehn, which Tope?”

“Our Tope now.” He hurried alongside Lekan to keep up with the latter’s pace while still inquiring about the incident.

“How did he die?”

“I don’t know, some said he jumped downstairs from the top floor while others said he was murdered.” Lekan replied.

“Shit. Murdered ke? Who would murder anybody in this dorm?”

“Well, when you are found at the base of a building and your d**k has been chopped off, it’s safe to say someone killed you, and you of all people should know Tope admires himself too much to kill himself.” Nath stopped in his tracks and watched Lekan disappear down the flight of stairs.

His d**k was chopped off; the dream, the blood in his groin, Josh.
What the hell is wrong with me?

To be continued next week Tuesday


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Joshua Fela – Episode 5

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Nike stood up and walked towards the duo.

“What do you mean by he is dead?” She asked them.

“He died in a car accident in August 2011” Shade replied. She sounded like she could burst into tears any minute; “the thirteenth to be precise. I remember it well because I loved him.”

“Hold it. Hold it. Let me get this right… The boy you saw today died two years ago?”


“And you loved him?”

“Yes.” Her voice had become mere whispers but Ronke held her by the shoulders and comforted her.

“So what you’re saying now is that your dead lover is alive.” She paused to think and suddenly asked; “were you guys dating?”


A puzzled look appeared on Nike’s face.
“You’re confusing me now, you loved him and he loved you back, yet you were not going out. How does that make any sense?”

“It does, because he didn’t love me back. He loved Ronke.” She turned to look at Ronke but Ronke looked away.

“Aha! I knew it!” Nike said in excitement. “Now, this feels like desperate housewives but this time, in real life.” Her eyes shone in glee and she pointed her fore finger at Shade. “You; you liked him while Josh liked you, Ronke. And then Mr Lover boy dies in an accident two years ago on the thirteenth of August, the exact day Nath tried to kiss you Ronke this year.”

Ronke and Shade looked at each other and froze. “That’s true.” They chorused.

“So you see girls, now we have a story to sell to Wale Adenuga. Dope right?”

Both girls turned to her and hissed.
“Why are we even listening to you? It’s not as if you have a serious bone in your entire body.”

Nike opened her mouth to reply but Ronke’s ringtone interrupted her. The Techno Phantom shook with each vibration and the ringtone; Personally by P Square filled the entire room.

She picked the phone, looked at the caller’s name, hissed and turned to face the others.

“Who is it?” Nike asked.


“Which Tope?”

“The one in my course.”

“The son of the senator?! The guy that drives that red Murano on campus… Wow, why is he calling you?” Nike was excited already.

“How am I supposed to know?” Ronke answered. “Am I not the one he is calling?”


“Hello. Is this Ronke?”


“Okay. This is Tope, the one in your course; the guy that drives the Murano.”

“Yes I know.” She was irritated by his arrogance and fought every bit of her to cut the call.

“Okay, cool. I need to see you.”

“Err… why?”

“I can’t tell you now. I promise to do so immediately we get to where we are going.”

“Where are we going?”

Her heart skipped a bit at the mention of Sheraton.

“Sheraton hotel?” Ronke she asked. She made sure her voice was louder than normal so it would catch the attention of the others. It did. All of them except Chloe who was dead asleep rushed to her side to eavesdrop on the call.

“Yes, Sheraton hotel. I’ve set up a reservation for a table for two. We should be there before seven.”

Hmm… Ronke knew she wasn’t missing this for the world but like every ‘good girl’, she had to play hard to get.

“You should have told me before.” She replied with a stern voice. “I’m kinda busy now.” Nike shot her two thumbs up and the three of them giggled.

“Well, I know I should have. I was going to tell you in class today but you weren’t around and my plan was to make it a surprise; you know, treat the most beautiful girl in the entire school to a first class treatment in Nigeria’s finest hotel.”

She covered the mouthpiece with her free hand and nodded to the girls. He really was good; no wonder girls fell for him. Shade urged her to continue the call. The hurt she felt minutes ago was non-existent now.

“Alright, I’ll see what I can do. What time are you coming to pick me?”

“Me? I’m not coming to pick you.”

“What? Am I supposed to walk down to yo…?”

“My driver is.” He interrupted her.

“What do you mean by your driver?”

“It’s a dinner for two in Sheraton Ronke, not some random restaurant. I was thinking we make it a real dinner like the type you see in foreign movies and my Murano won’t quite fit the bill, so I sent for my driver at home and he’s bringing my Aston Martin.”

“Your what?

“My Aston Martin Vanquish; It’s my latest car. Haven’t even seen it yet, it arrived from America two weeks ago.” He waited for her reply and then continued. “So, my driver is coming to pick you up and then come and get me too. Is six fine by you?”


“Alright, see you by six then.”

“Yes.” She couldn’t understand anything anymore; she was floating on cloud nine and all her replies to his questions automatically became yes.

“I hope you understood all I’ve said.”


“Do me a favour; wear something sexy.”


“Alright then, bye.”

“Bye.” She waited for him to drop the call and screamed. The girls managed to calm her down and she told them everything they didn’t hear clearly themselves while eavesdropping.

“The guy is boxed up o!” Nike commented. “Aston Martin of life. Ronke darl, you have hit this jackpot”

“Yes o!” Ronke replied. “Now, let me get what I’m going to wear.”


The year was 2011. It is mid-august and the rainy season was beginning to pack up and vacate for the dry season. All was quiet and calm on campus that evening. Most students just finished their lectures for the day and some were headed for their dormitories while the rest hurried to the cafeteria for a meal or a quick snack.

Back at the college of science, Nath waited behind while Josh talked to Shade. She giggled and blushed at every statement he made and a bystander would have thought Josh was a comedian. Nath found it amusing however. To him, watching Shade talk to Josh was a favourite pastime he always enjoyed.

Why she wouldn’t just tell him she liked him? He wondered. It was so glaring, everybody knew but so was Josh’s love for Ronke. That was a worse case. Even the lecturers knew poor Josh was desperately in love with Ronke but in his case, Love was blind and a big coward!
If she fell for him every time he stared and ogled at her, she would be in hell about now.

He watched Josh round up his conversation with Shade and wave at Ronke who was seated at the far corner in the hall. She waved back and smiled. Nath quickly turned away to avoid Josh see the faces he was making. They could have been a cute couple if only his best friend gathered up some slack and walked up to her.

Josh joined him and they walked out of the lecture hall. The sun was still up, few clouds were in sight and it was 5pm; perfect time for a journey Nath devised.

“You know you should have gone to kiss her goodbye or something.”

“Huh? Kiss who? Shade?”

“Shade kor. Is it Shade you love?”

“Oh Ronke… forget that side.”

“Okay o, your loss not mine. Oya let’s go to where we were going.”

“Go where?” Josh asked. Nath sighed and punched him on his shoulder.

“Don’t tell me you forgot. “

“Forgot what?” Josh kept a straight face while he spoke. He wasn’t sure how long he could keep it up but so far it got Nath frustrated, he was ready to keep it up forever.

“You’re just nuts. This is exactly why I…”

“I remember jor.” Josh replied and laughed. “You should see your face when you’re frustrated. You look like a combo of Shrek and Bill Cosby.”



“Sha lets go.”

“Nath, don’t you think it’s too late. Ikeja is not close to Akoka.”

“We will be back soon, I promise. And it’s Thursday; there is never traffic on Thursday.”

“Are you sure about that?” Josh asked reluctantly. His mum had warned him about travelling late and especially with ‘Danfos.’ “Nath, can we just go tomorrow?”

“No Josh, If you’re not going, no P. I’ll see you later.” He started to walk towards the entrance of the school and Josh stood there looking at the rear of his best friend retreating with each step.

“This guy is going to get us killed and he’ll now be forming” He muttered.

“Ode, wait jor.” He said aloud and ran to join him…


Nath woke up from sleep and sat up. He just had the same dream he had last night. It had become a regular since they had the accident and he suffered the injury to his head.

He looked to see Josh who is peacefully sleeping in the corner.
Thank God we survived that accident.

He never wanted to imagine how life would have felt if Josh had not recovered from the coma. He would have…

There was a knock on the door and he stood up to go answer it. He opened it to see Lekan bent over and panting like he had just run a cross country.

“What?” He asked without letting him catch his breath.

“Have you seen tope?” Lekan managed to ask.

“What’s wrong with these guys?” Nath mutters under his breath. “How would you come to my room, knock my door and then ask me if I have seen Tope? Does that make any sense to you? Shouldn’t I be asking you? Aren’t you his bodyguard?”

Lekan opened his mouth amazed and pondered on which question he would answer first. He said something in Yoruba and later switched to English;

“Calm down o, are we fighting? Tope just said I should come and tell you to come see him and his girlfriend in his new ride.”

“Girlfriend? When did Tope have a girlfriend?”

“It’s Ronke.”

“Which Ronke?”

“The same one you know now. The one you almost kissed last week. I heard he’s taking her to Sheraton.”
Nath cursed and slammed the door in Lekan’s face.

“That guy is a bastard!” He kept his voice low so it wouldn’t wake Josh. “We just talked today and the idiot is already working on it. I bet he started planning before he came to meet me.” He collapsed on his bed and considered waking Josh to tell him.

He finally resorted to telling Josh and as he was about to tap Josh, he heard a knock on the door.

“Who the hell is that? I hope it’s not you Lekan because I’ll shoot you!” He heard no response, grinned and Josh turned to look at him.

“What? Why did you wake me?” Josh asked.

“I just wanted to tell you that…” the door swung open and when Nath saw who was at the doorway, he felt a sharp pain at the back of his neck. His vision became blurry and he passed out.


Nath opened his eyes but the bright lights directly overhead irritated him and it took him a while to get used to them. He scanned the room and saw his mother talking to a doctor at the far corner beside the door. He tried to call her but his mouth was numb and no sound came out. The doctor however saw him struggling and rushed to his side alongside his mom.

“Just stay still, I’ll be right back.” The doctor said.
He managed to ask his mother where he was and she explained to him how he fainted back at school and a friend brought him here.

“It was Josh.”

“Which Josh?”

“Joshua Fela, my friend. He brought me here.” His mother started sobbing and she rushed to get the doctor. They came back together and the doctor examined his eyes with a tiny flash light.

“We have to run another CT scan. If my presumptions are right, the fainting or whoever he saw might have caused another haemorrhage; and if that is true, his former condition might have gotten worse.”

“What condition?” His mother asked.

“The Capgras Syndrome. Didn’t you just tell me the last thing he said he saw was his dead friend.”

“Dead friend… you mean Josh?”

“Yes.” The doctor answered.

“Josh is not dead o; he was sleeping in the room before what happened.”

“What do you mean?”

“I was talking to Josh and another Josh entered the room. This one was much older, had beards and pimples.”

“So there were two Joshs’. ”


The doctor looked at his mother as if to say ‘I told you so’ and left to get ready for the CT scan.

“Nath, my darling…” his mother said. “Josh is dead; he didn’t survive the accident.”

“No mom, he isn’t. We have been together since the accident.” Her sobbing increased and she held his hand to her mouth.

“Nath, no. he’s not.”

The doctor came back with some nurses and other doctors and he was wheeled to the MRI department of the hospital, his mother followed closely and did not let go of his hand until they got to the room where the CT scanner was. She was asked to wait outside and she reluctantly agreed.

Nath looked at the CT scanner in the distance and chuckled. It looked like something Disney character; Tony Stark would own if he was real. His view of it however got blocked when a nurse came to administer anaesthesia on him. Immediately, his vision became blurry and his body felt numb. He struggled to keep his eyes open but the same nurse held him and told him to be calm. He obeyed her and blacked out seconds later.

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Letter to GEJ

This letter is fictional, the motive isn’t.


Hey Johnny!
Sorry Sir, where are my manners?
Good day President Goodluck Ebele Jonathan

What’s up? How are you doing? I hope everything is fine up there. I mean Aso Rock or wherever those journalists say you live.

How’s Dame? Not heard from her in quite a while. I hope she’s alright although I doubt if that’s what I’m hoping for.

Why so mean? You ask.

It’s because I’m still paying for her atrocious murders to the great language of the queen. Now everyone thinks I’m a born assassin all because of her. Last week, a white business man said he won’t discuss business with me without getting an interpreter. Over the phone o! What’s the relationship between spoken English and business?

Hell NO! I replied him. Why do I need a reporter? I’m 5’11; black, confident and I can speak fluent English. Imagine what he told me; he said that’s exactly the problem and curious me had to ask him why. Thinking about it now, I wish I didn’t. His reply was this and I quote;

“If your number one’s citizen (he means you)‘s wife can’t, I sincerely doubt you can. And to rub salt on the injury, he added; “from my experience, wherever the biggest baboon leads, all the other baboons follow.” Sir, I hope you see what he did there, but that’s by the way. That’s not why I’m writing this letter.

How are the ‘men’ from the senate and House of Reps. I would be damned if I don’t ask after them. I have been watching their meetings of recent and that’s when it hit me; their meeting house or whatever it’s called is inappropriate for their activities. They barely get enough weapons to weave and throw at each other when they go all rouge. I say we put them in a very big ring and hide gloves, knives maybe even rocket launchers in different compartments so it’ll be like unreal tournament or death race. That will be fun yea?
I know you understand what I’m saying. Give them an habitat that will make them comfortable, send them to the gym, let them wear battle suits for meetings like star trek and the ones that have bulging stomachs can dress like them Spartacus or those guys in 300.

What am I saying?

My kind is the future of tomorrow. At least that’s what you tell us every time but isn’t it time for the future yet? Developed countries have soared because they have given their youth a chance. Why can’t the future be now? Why can’t you let those old men kill themselves? Apparently they enjoy fighting. So don’t stop them. In fact, encourage them. My mum told me if I had told her I wanted to be a musician, she would have supported me, but I know she’s bluffing. She has seen how ‘good’ most of our musicians are, she most definitely was joking. So if our senators and members of the house like fighting, encourage them. Maybe when they wipe each other out, we won’t have to resort to the method the Ghanaians employed and wipe them out ourselves.

Now for my letter’s main purpose;
But before I rush into it, how are the kids. I hope they are having fun in their schools abroad. Or have they finished? That’ll be cool. Four or five straight years in the university without any hitch. I bet they are glad they are out of school and that the government over there made sure the school and the lecturers were at peace. Do you see what I just did there; I just glided into the ASUU strike issue without you knowing. Same way Boko ***** did it. You really should work on your defenses.

Bros J, what is happening to my education? Your children are lounging wherever they are, and I’m doing countdown here. By the way, its 42 days already, I hope you’re happy. ASUU said they wanted 92 billion or whatever, can’t you talk to them or pay them or do anything? My life is at stake here! But then do you care, your children and those of your counterparts, maybe even the children of the ASUU guys representing us are in their various schools abroad. You pay their school fees and buy exorbitant houses, suites and cars for them while my education is on hold and I’m left to counting days as they flow by.
I hope this is not a dirty scheme to make sure those old men we spoke about earlier stay in power. If it is, my God is watching you o!

I don’t even know how to put this anymore. My friends in Covenant and Babcock are mocking me already. I’m in my final year and I’ve spent six years already in my school but they’ve spent their respective four or five years and yet we lie to ourselves that federal universities are better than private universities. How can they be better if they don’t even run? My juniors in secondary school are catching up, my lecturers are broke and I am fed up.

You swore to do everything in your power with the well being of the country in mind. I hope you remember every word of your swearing in because if I don’t get you myself, my God will.

“Federal University Graduate” Wannabe

p.s. Sorry I didn’t add “faithfully or sincerely after the “yours” in the final greeting. My English teacher is on strike so he didn’t teach me but you already know that, don’t you?


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Joshua Fela – Episode 4

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The bronze felt door knob shuddered and the whole class halted the frenzy. After much struggle, the door whisked open and they chorused;

“Lover B…!” They stopped in their stride when Tope appeared through the door. His massive frame almost covered the entirety of the door way and he looked on in excitement.

“Is it my birthday or something?” He asked.

“Sit down Tope.” Chloe replied disappointed while some others mumbled incoherent words.

“Close the door too.” Mohammed, a light skinned Fulani indigene added and Tope shut the door behind him.

“What’s happening?” Tope asked him.

“We want to surprise Nathaniel. Didn’t you get the bc?”


“Okay. We are screaming ‘lover boy’ when he enters, so get ready”

“Why? What did he do?”

Mohammed stared at him. A single styptic blink told Tope he shouldn’t have asked that.

“Are you not a student of this school?” Tope looked on lost. He tried to maintain his composure and maintain the eye contact but he feared he might lose it. He however was lucky. Mohammed gave up on his stare.

“He almost kissed Ronke on Saturday.” He said and switched his gaze to the door.

“Huh? Which Ronke?”

“What other Ronke do you know?” Mohammed answered without breaking his gaze. He answered before Tope could speak.

“Ronke Ogah. The same one that has been in the same course with you for four years yet you don’t know her.”

“How is th..tha..that..po..possi..possible?” Tope stammered. Blood rushed to his head and he wondered why. Ronke should be his. She is the finest girl in the school, how come he never thought of asking her out? And now, Nath wants to get in his way.

“Is he mad? How dare he?” Mohammed shook because of the sudden outbursts.

“Are you guys nuts? That small boy kissed the finest girl in the school and you want to congratulate him?”

“Ehen… how is that your business?” It was Chiamaka that spoke. Her petite frame, big eyes and geeky spectacles were a sharp contrast to Tope’s well shaped muscles and 6’2 height. He chuckled in confidence and advanced on her.

“See, if I slap you eh, you will think it’s a trailer that hit you.”
She swerved around to face the other girls and clapped her hands in typical market women fashion.

“You want to slap me? Oya slap it!” She closed up the gap between them and pushed her body against his. He felt her chest on his crotch and laughed.

“See how short you are. You are like a foot or maybe even less. I hope the weather down there is not too cold for you.” Some boys laughed at this but immediately stopped when the girls shot them bitter looks. By now, Chika, Chloe and Titi had joined the fight in favour of their fellow female and their small alliance made Tope retract a few steps.

“Oh, now you are scared.” Chiamaka said. “Why won’t you be when your IQ has a minus sign leading it.” The whole class burst into laughter and Tope bit his lower lip in anger. He had lost this battle, he thought. And he sure as hell would not beat girls. That would kill his reputation on campus.

“That’s why Ronke won’t fall for you, shey that’s why you’re flaring up. You’ve never liked people beating you to things. You are just a spoilt brat.” Chiamaka said. “And that’s why Ronke will kiss Nath a billion times before thinking about you and that is because he is more of a man than you.”

The entrance door creaked and everybody turned to see Nath standing in the doorway. With the look on his face, it was obvious he had been there for quite a while. He stood there for some seconds scanning each face in the lecture hall before finally settling on Tope’s. They maintained eye contact for about half a second before their concentration is broken by the sound of a maths set crashing against a concrete floor. Everybody turned to look in the direction of the sound and when they turned back to Nath, he was gone.

“See what you caused.” Chiamaka said to Tope. “I hope you’re happy now.


Nath staggered up the stairs, the weight of the books in the back slowing him down to sloth like speed. His mind was still focused on the happenings earlier today. He could see it now. He had seen it half a dozen times on his way back from the college building.

So the whole school knew.

That means Josh knew. His head hurt as he tried to wipe the image off his mind. He had dreaded this day; the day he would have to stand up to Josh and tell him he was crushing on the love of his life.

Which best friend in his normal senses does that?

Yes, he had a past, a very bad past but he was better now. He was ‘good’ now. Ronke however brought up the old part of him. The ‘Martian’ side of him that was dormant. He felt it the day before and it scared him.

He arrived on the fourth floor of the dormitory and dragged his weight to his room. He could hear music from his room. Adele. Josh was home. He opened the door with his key and there was Josh lying down on his bed face up.

“Hey Josh.” He said. There was no reply.

He proceeded to get rid of the load that was his bag and heard Josh speak.

“I’ve heard your gist.”

I’m sorry was all Nath could say.

“Sorry for what? I only said I’ve heard your gist.” Josh countered. “Or is there something I’m missing.” He sat up on the bed to face Nath. Nath looked away.



“Why did you do it?”

“I don’t know, I’m sorry.”

Josh stood up and walked to the book shelf in the corner. He picked up “Red Dragon” by Thomas Harris and flipped through the pages while Nath stared in silence.

“You know this sorry ish is annoying? Just answer my question; why did you do it?”

“I don’t know.”

“Shut up.” Josh bawled. “Don’t tell me you don’t know. First you save her contact on your phone as Abigail so I wouldn’t know, then you tried to kiss her. Now the whole school thinks you guys are engaged and you’re telling me you don’t know.”

“I like her. I always have, but you liked her too and so I stayed away.”

The room is quiet for a while. Josh returned the book to the shelf and picked up a roll of tissue paper.

“I should have known. It was always about her, you never were my friend.”

He slid his feet into a pair of bathroom slippers and Nath watched him enter the toilet and shut the door behind him. It was then he noticed he was still carrying his bag and he dropped it on the bed. He picked up a sachet of water to drink and was about to switch on the TV when Tope stumbled in.

“Who were you arguing with?”

“Not your business.” Nath replied without looking at him.

“Alright, I’m just here to discuss about Ronke.”

“What about her?”

“I like her and I know you like her too but we can’t share her.”

“Where is this coming from?” Nath asked disinterested.

“Chill, you will soon understand.” He paused and stopped to remember his lines he crammed a few minutes ago.

“I’m putting you up to a challenge.”

That caught Nath’s attention and he swivelled round to face Tope.

“What challenge?”
Tope heard the anxiety in his voice and smiled. He got this in the bag already.

“A challenge to see who gets her first; as you know, I’m not a big fan of girls. If I wanted a girlfriend, my dad’s colleagues in the senate have beautiful daughters. All I want to do now is just sleep with Ronke.”

“Yo..You can’t do that.”

Tope grew in confidence and whispered; “oh yes, I can and I would. Talk to you later.” He winked and exited the room.

Nath sunk in his chair and puffed. This meant trouble for himself and Josh. Tope had never lost a challenge especially when it involved sleeping with girls. He was stupid all right but he knew how to put his father’s wealth to good use. Nath feared this might not be different from the others; the guy was a freaking enigma.

The toilet door swung open and Josh stepped out.

“Who was that?”


“What did he want?”

“Nothing” He couldn’t bring himself to tell him what Tope just said.


Ronke laid on her bed with her head propped against her pillow. Her eyes were fixed on the pages of Tunde Leye’s ‘Golden Sands’. She heaved the occasional sigh from time to time and gasped once.

At two, the wall clock chimed twice. Its little chimes reminiscent of a cardinal’s voice. She looked up at the clock and squinted through her reading glasses to see its hands properly. A thought popped up in her mind and she quickly dispelled it.

Why hadn’t they come back?

She had decided to stay indoors this week to avoid been seen by anybody. At least till the Nath scandal died down. Chloe and Shade should have returned by twelve. That was when classes ended on Thursday.

At ten minutes past two, the slightly dysfunctional tap in the bedroom coughed rigorously before it settled to a steady dribble of water unto the ceramic shower tray below. She listened and her ears stood up. Her brothers always teased her anytime she did that. She remembered their taunting jibes and smiled. She missed them.

She dropped the book aside and strolled to her wardrobe to get her towel. Midway through her bath, she heard a knock on the door.

Seriously… They had to come now.

“I’m coming.” She said aloud hoping the person heard her over the running tap. She hurried and was done in five minutes. When she opened the door, she wasn’t surprised to see Chloe and Nike waiting.

“I’m sorry, was bathing. What took you guys so long?” She directed the question to Chloe while Nike ‘eyed’ her and made herself comfortable on her bed. She was furiously tapping her Bold 5 keypads. as usual.

“It’s Nike o. She asked me to follow her to the bank to pay in some money.”

“Ronke” Nike said.

“Oh, you know my name. I thought we were strangers.” Ronke replied. Nike laughed albeit sarcastically.

“You have to go out with Nath.”

“Excuse me?”

“You have to go out with Nath.”

“And am I permitted to ask why?”

“Because he will probably kill you if you don’t.”

Both Chloe and Ronke burst into laughter.

“Nath… kill me? That guy can’t even hurt a fly.”

“Maybe, but he was once a cultist over at Ilorin and a bad guy at that. According to gist, he was the leader and got expelled in his final year. His alias was ‘Martian’” Ronke swallowed and Nike looked up with an evil grin.

“Now, who’s laughing?”

“Be serious jor. When did Nath go to Ilorin?”

“Do you think I’ll joke about something like this? Take.” She handed her phone to Ronke.
“Read the chat messages.” Ronke found a chair to sit on and read from line to line Nike_Spice’s conversation with ‘Twister’.

“Yomi. That’s the Twister’s guy’s name. He added me on bbm on Sunday after he heard the gist about the kiss and ish. And when we started talking, he told me who Nath was before and how much of a terror he was in Unilorin. He said the whole school celebrated when he got expelled and that if you liked your life, you would go out with him.”

After six minutes of reading and two minutes in deep thoughts, Ronke spoke;

“It’s a lie jor! How do you know this guy is not bluffing?”

“Because he’s not. Open my browser and refresh the opened tab.” Ronke did so and when the page loaded, the caption header made her wince.


She spent the next minutes reading the story of how Nathaniel Bassey; the terror of Unilorin had terrorised all and sundry and how it took a dozen mopol officials to fish him out and boot him out of the campus in advent of his expulsion. At the bottom of the story was a picture of Nath in cuffs. His Mohawk was tainted brown with what seemed like sand and his dishevelled singlet had obviously seen better days.

“Jesus.” Ronke gasped. “My own has finished. How do I live with a murderer on mu ta…?” The words weren’t out of her mouth when Shade burst into the room.
Ronke; obviously pissed barked at her in anger. “Hello! There is a door, you know. She rolled her eyes and hissed.”

“I know…sorry.” Shade tried desperately to catch her breath. After she had achieved that to an extent, she cursed.

“What?” Ronke asked

“I just saw Josh.”

“Who is josh?”

“Joshua Fela.”

Ronke stared at Shade in terror and stood up. She looked like she had seen a ghost.

“Are you nuts, how can you say you saw Josh?”

“I did. I was entering the school when I saw him, but when I called his name, he just disappeared in the crowd.”

“Exactly… That poor fellow did that because he was not Josh.”

“I’m serious.”

Chloe just fell on her back and hummed. “Joshua Fela kor, Fela kuti ni.”

Shade shot her a look, thought about it and ignored her.

She grabbed Ronke and pulled her to herself.

“Ronke, would I lie to you?”


“Good. So I’m telling you I saw Josh and I need you to believe me.” Ronke shook her head in disbelief refusing to maintain eye contact with Shade.

“Who is this Joshua Fela?” Nike chipped in. “Is that not the same guy Nah was talking about?”

“Yes.” Both Shade and Ronke answered.

“So what is it about him that is so special that Shade cannot see him? Is he out of school?”


“Then where is he?”

“Heaven I guess.”


“Shade couldn’t have seen Joshua Fela…” Ronke said placing emphasis on ‘couldn’t’. She turned to look at Nike and back at Shade.

“…because Joshua Fela died in a car accident two years ago.”

To be continued next week Tuesday


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