Chapter 10 Reflections Deji scrolled through his phone in silence, his face clouded. Ada glanced at him from across the couch, where she sat cradling their one-year-old daughter, Little Ify. The late-night news echoed faintly from the television in the background, the headlines painting a grim picture: Billions Missing in Flood Relief Fund. Deji sighed and tossed his phone onto the coffee table, running a hand over his face. Ada shifted closer, their daughter gurgling happily in her lap. “What’s wrong, Deji?” “Same old thing,” he replied, gesturing toward his phone. “Another scandal back home. Billions gone, and no one will face consequences. Sometimes I wonder why I even bother keeping tabs on that country.” Ada placed her hand on his. “You bother because you care. You always have.” He gave a wry smile, shaking his head. “Caring never seems to change anything. Look at everything we went through—what Femi, Onos, even you, had to endure. And yet, here we are a year later, and it’s...
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Chapter 8 The Clean Up The quiet Friday morning stretched over the city, deceptively calm after days of chaos. As the first call to prayer echoed across the cityscape, stirring the faithful from their sleep, something ominous was already unfolding behind closed doors. News of an upcoming presidential address spread like wildfire across every media outlet.With a tension that hung in the air, people where eagerly waiting to hear what the president has to say. Inside the presidential villa, aides shuffled nervously around the president, whose face was a practiced mask of calm. He sat at his grand desk, leaning back as if at ease, but the silence in the room hinted otherwise. They briefed him on the security fallout—the protests sparked by the Bala scandal were spreading like wildfire, and tensions were high in several major cities. People wanted answers. People wanted heads. One of the aides, visibly anxious, leaned in close. “Sir, we’re seeing mass gatherings. Citizens are furious;...
Chapter 7 Unveiling the Truth The night before had been a blur of fear and adrenaline for Ada. Razor’s threats had hung in the air like a death sentence, until the gunfire outside her door shattered the silence. She’d heard the rival gang ambush him, the crack of shots ringing out into the darkness, each one sending chills down her spine. Sleep had been impossible; she lay awake, heart pounding, until the first light of Thursday crept through her window. As dawn finally broke, her phone buzzed—another message from Onos. “Let’s talk. I need your side of the story. The world is waiting.” This was her chance, her moment to tip the scales against Bala and expose everything she knew. Without a second thought, Ada opened her files, attaching the documents she’d been hiding—every lie, every detail. Her fingers shook as she typed out her account, revealing the schemes, the secrets, and Tunde’s betrayal. Finally, she hit send, watching as her message vanished into cyberspace, and with it, the l...
Chapter 6 Tipping the Scale The afternoon sun filtered through the curtains of Aunty Ify’s small sitting room, casting a warm but unsettling glow on the walls. Inside, the tension was palpable. Ada sat on the edge of the sofa, still shaken by the thought that the boys who came earlier had traced her here. She exchanged a nervous glance with Aunty Ify, who sat across from her, equally disturbed but hiding it better. There was no doubt in either of their minds—those boys would be back. And if it wasn’t them, it would be someone worse. Without a word, Aunty Ify picked up her phone and dialed a number. Ada watched her, sensing the weight of what was about to happen. Aunty Ify’s connections on the street ran deep, and she knew exactly who to call. “Abeg, wetin dey happen? Why those boys come my side today?” Aunty Ify asked, her voice steady but low. The reply on the ...