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⭕ ALL IN A CIRCLE ⭕

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Episode 12

TIME: 9AM.
VENUE: KHAL ABDUL REBEL CORPORATION
BUILDING.
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Hakym walked into the cell where Detective
Okoro was being held early
in the morning. Okoro opened his eyes
immediately he noticed someone’s
presence in his cell.
“Who are you?” Okoro asked.
Hakym kicked him hard in the face thereby
causing him to fall down and
roll on the floor. He was bounded with a rope
and had bruises all over
his body. Hakym squatted beside him and
puffed smoke of cigaret on his
face.
Okoro coughed as he tried to prevent
percieving the odour.
“Do you know how long you’ve been here?”
Hakym asked.
Okoro kept mute.
“You’ve been here for over three days and you
are not co-operating
with us. Tell us all we need to know and you’ll
become a free man once
again with compensations.” Hakym adviced.
“I don’t need your compensation here. As a
matter of fact, I
don’t see myself getting out of here but
believe me. You’ll get your
as5 kicked by the police.” Okoro replied
spatting on Hakym thereby
provoking Hakym’s anger.
“I’ll be back for you.” Hakym said immediately
he recieved a message
summoning his presence inside the great hall
where Maleek sits and
deliberate with his top officials.
++++Inside the great hall+++++
The walls of the hall was painted red and a
big throne stood in the
middle of the hall with nothing less than
fifteen chairs arranged around
it. Eight out of the fifteen chairs were already
occupied by men who
had their head bent. Just then the door
opened and another man walked in
with a mask. His name was inscribed on his
attire, ‘Hakym.’
“Welcome, you men of the Khabal. The time is
now to let the
government know what’s going on. The
government is our sponsor but it is
high time to attack one of them. Our next
target is the deputy governor
of the state we are in now. Ten men should be
enough.” Abdul Maleek
explained without mincing words.
“Long live Abdul the great.” The men who sat
around his chair
hailed.
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Ngozi woke up with a start, she has been in
coma for two days now.
“Thank God you are awake now.” The
policeman sitting on the bedside chair said.
“How are you Thomas?” Ngozi asked.
“Thank God you still remember my name.”
Thomas said smiling.
Ngozi smiled too, trying to remember some
things.
“Okoro. Where is he?” She asked.
“Who is Okoro?” Thomas asked.
Thomas had no idea who Okoro is. Reason
being that Okoro was an officer from the
headquarters while Thomas is a full time Area
F officer who has never met Okoro before.
“I believe he is fine.” Thomas replied trying to
calm her down. He thought Ngozi and Okoro
are lovers and that’s the reason why she
asked after him immediately she woke up. And
to avoid any more problems, he had to tell her
he is fine.
“I have to go. Where’s my gun?” Ngozi asked
standing up.
“Where are you going?”
“Back to the field.” She replied.
–to be continued–

⭕ ALL IN A CIRCLE⭕
🌺Story by Dy9ty7🌺

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Episode 9

TIME: 8:30AM
VENUE: OPPOSITE THE ENGINEERING
DEPARTMENT BUILDING.
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A female body was lying by the tarred road
that linked the school
gate to the other parts of the university. Tens
of students were
standing by the dead body with pity. Traces of
blood were visible from
her pink top and black jean trouser.
“I know this girl now.” A guy said.
“Shut up jor. Which girl do you know? You
just like setting pace
in your family sha. Don’t tell me you want to
be the first person to be
arrested by the police in your family.” The girl
beside him cut him
short.
“She was the one who screamed at Desmond’s
party when she saw a
dead body killed by some cultists.” The guy
said.
“I say shut up. Were you there when the cultist
killed the girl.
How sure are you that the girl was killed by
the cultist? Kunle, you are
still in 200L for crying out loud, you are two
years away from becoming
a graduate. Don’t spend that two years in
prison o. Lets go.” The girl
said holding him by the hand and dragging
him away from the scene.
“I saw the guy who killed the girl at the
party…..”
“Kunle! Are you mad?” She asked.
“Okay o. I’ve heard you.” He said giving up.
The two of them continued walking towards
the school gate leaving other
onlookers and sympathisers behind.
Just then a group of four girl ran to the scene
wailing.
“Oh my God! Daaaaaaayyyyyooooo!” Chioma
screamed immediately she got
to where Dayo’s dead body laid. She threw
herself to the ground and
laid beside her wailing. The other three joined.
“Dayo! Please don’t leave us now. We are
three weeks away from our
last paper. Dayo please. We’ve gone far
enough for you to die now.
Dayoooo.” Tola cried.
The third girl, Dolapo just stood still trying to
relate the scene
before her.
“Noooooooooooooooo!” Dolapo screamed and
fainted. Everyone left
what they were doing and ran to Dolapo’s aid.
The reason behind Dolapo’s reaction was not
far fetched. All her
life, she has always known pain, suffering and
emotional distress. At
the age of sixteen she lost both her parent at
gunpoint when some gunmen
attacked their home one night. Few months
later, her father’s family
members sent her out of the house accussing
her of witchcraft and she
had nowhere else to go except Dayo’s house,
being her bestfriend. Dayo’s
parent accepted her like their own daughter
and treated her just the
way her late parents used to treat her. They
both gained admission the
same time, all financed by her foster parents
(Dayo’s parents). How will
her life be now that her friend whom she refer
to as her sister is dead.
Dayo is the only child of her parents who at
this stage are waiting to
see Dayo graduate and get married to her
long term boyfriend who works
in an oil producing company.
When she was eventually revived, she started
her own version of
wailing.
“Dayo! wait for me, I must die with you.
What’s the essence of life
without you? What does the future hold for
me. Dayyyyoooooo!
Nooooooooo.” She screamed and
sympathisers tried to pacify her including
her two friends who were previously wailing
too.
Just then the school’s security convoy drove
to the scene and students
fled for their lives.
“Move back all of you.” A man in their usual
navy blue uniform
barked at the students.
Chioma succeeded in carrying her small
statured friend, Dolapo away
from the scene. Few minutes later, the men of
the Nigeria’s police force
arrived with an ambulance.
“Welcome Inspectore Clement.” The leader of
the school’s security
team said immediately Clement got down from
his own car with Mike.
“When did this happen?” Clement asked.
“I guess it happened overnight.” The man
replied.
“Wait o! Is this not the girl that came to give
us some helpful
information concerning her friend, Hadiza’s
death?” Clement asked no one
in particular.
“She was the one sir.” Mike replied.
Clement kept quiet for a few seconds looking
into space. He inhaled
deeply just then he realised he’s been
shedding tears.
–to be continued–

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