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Many reasons to be thankful!

This is the last post for the year 2016 and I have every reason to be grateful.

  1. I am grateful for life.
  2. I am grateful for sound health.
  3. I am grateful for my family; immediate and extended.
  4. I am grateful for my friends, colleagues and acquaintances; especially my course mates I hooked up with after 18 years.
  5. I am grateful I have a roof over my head.
  6. I am grateful for my job.
  7. I am grateful for my business, NDJs and how far God has taken it.
  8. I am grateful for my clients, without which my business does not exist.
  9. I am grateful for my talents yet untapped and business ideas still being cooked in my head.
  10. I am grateful for Olubukola’s Thoughts; and I am grateful for the eyes reading this.


If you are truly grateful for the year 2016, share in the comments section below.

Here’s wishing you a happy new year!

See you in 2017 by His grace!


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Blind Pact – Chapter 15


Banke and Lolu arrive at their destination without difficulty. Lolu surveys the environment as they approach the door to an apartment.

“Are you sure about this?” He asks Banke for the umpteenth time.

Banke ignores his question as she approaches the door. She had explained everything to him on the way to their destination and she wondered why he was still bent on making her change her mind.

She takes a deep breath as she knocks on the door. She knows she should not be here but there was no turning back. She needed to know. The door opens and the sight before her shocks her to the marrow. She staggers backward and Lolu catches her before she hits the ground.


The whole place smells antiseptic. Lolu hated hospitals. Now, he was in one simply because Banke did not heed his advice. He had misgivings about the trip immediately she told him her mission. But she had been too stubborn to listen. It was what he admired about her, though. Her dogged attitude. But right now, that attitude had put her in a precarious situation.

Immediately she collapsed, the person at the door had been shocked. Both of them carried her into her car and she was rushed to the nearest hospital. Lolu immediately put a call through to Bola, giving her directions of how to get to the hospital. He asks her to take a cab to hasten her journey. He refuses to give her further information as he does not want to get her unnecessarily scared. He is also unsure of the true identity of the person at the door and jumping to conclusions could result in a disaster.


Banke rouses out of her unconscious state in fits. Lolu, who had been sitting in the single couch in the hospital room rushes to her bedside. She opens her eyes and they immediately fill up with tears.

“Thank God you are awake.” Lolu says holding her hands.

Banke looks around her. “How long have I been here?”

Lolu has no idea as he had lost track of time. “A few hours. But I am glad you are fine.”

Banke begins to cry.

“Banke, why? I warned you.” Lolu says.

“Please call Bola.”

“I have called her already. She’s on her way here.”

“Call Tayo too.”

“Banke, are you sure about this?” Lolu asks.

“Just do it Lolu.”

Lolu nods as he takes his phone out of his pocket. He takes out Banke’s phone from her handbag and scrolls through the contact list for Tayo’s name.

“Good afternoon Inspector. My name is Lolu. I am Banke Davies’ colleague.” Lolu says introducing himself.

He gives him a run-down of everything that had taken place in the last few hours. Tayo is very upset that Banke had refused to heed his warning. He however tells Lolu that he would notify the police station closest to them to visit the hospital.


Two cops walk into the hospital just as Bola is getting there. She gives her mother’s information quickly to the receptionist and she is directed to her room. She takes rapid steps to the room. As she enters, she says a hurried hello to Lolu and rushes to her mum’s bedside. “Mum, what are you doing here? What happened?”

“I needed to see your father’s killers.”


“I recognized him.” Banke says sobbing.

The cops have also been directed to Banke’s room. One of them peers into the room interrupting mother and daughter. “Mrs. Davies?” He asks in a bid to identify her.

“Yes please. Come in.” She says signaling to them.

“Excuse me, madam. Sorry to interrupt. We were just called by our boss to make an arrest.”

“Yes, I would give you his address.”

“Banke, he is still around. He just walked towards the end of the hall to make a call. He wanted to be sure you were fine before he left.” Lolu says.

“The bastard.” Banke curses in anger. “How can I be fine? Officers, please go ahead and do your job.”

“Yes ma’am.” The officers reply as they step out of the room with Lolu behind them.

“I want to see his face, mum.” Bola says as she leaves her mum’s bedside.

“No Bola. I don’t want you getting traumatized for life, please.”

“Mum? I need to know why he killed my father.” Bola says as a tear slides down her cheek.

“Bola…..” Banke is saying as her daughter walks out in tears to look at the face of her father’s killer.


Lolu comes back into the room and sees Banke in tears. He moves towards the bed to console her. She had gone through enough pain during Femi’s death. He understood that she needed to do this. She would have no rest until justice was served.

Bola suddenly rushes back into the room crying hysterically and shaking. “Mum, there must have been a mistake.”

Banke is confused. “I saw him.”

“It can’t be Gboyega.” She cries.

Banke sits up. “What? Gboyega?”

“Yes mum, my boyfriend. It can’t be him. The cops are taking him away.”

Lolu looks at both mother and daughter in confusion.

Bola runs out of the room as she tries to stop the cops. “Please my mum must have made a mistake. He couldn’t have killed my father.”

Gboyega looks confused. He had been trying to call Bola. Whenever he was in a confused state, he called her and she always had a way of easing his nerves. The network had been poor and the call had not gone through. He was walking back towards the waiting area when Lolu pointed him out to two cops. He looked at Lolu and wondered what he had done wrong. He was about to ask him when Lolu turned to go back to the room and Bola walked out. He was shocked to see her coming out of the room where the woman they brought in had been hospitalized.

“Your father? What’s going on Bola? What are you doing here? Why are you in Shagamu?” He looks at the officer who is about to take him away. “Officer, why am I being arrested. Please what did I do wrong? I only helped the woman because she collapsed in front of my door.”

“They said you killed my father. I know my mum must have made a mistake.” Bola cries.

The officer reads out Gboyega’s rights and is about to lead him out of the hospital premises.

Shock is written on Gboyega’s face. “Your father?” He asks looking at Bola. “Your father?” He looks at her as it suddenly dawns on him. “Femi Davies?”

Bola wipes a tear and looks at him with astonishment. “Yes, Femi Davies.”

“Oh God, oh God!” Gboyega laments as the event of the night of the robbery flashes back. He lost his parents in his third year in the university. This was some months before the night of the robbery and he had needed money to bury them. His father’s family had told him and his brothers that they had to come up with the money to bury their father. Each member of his father’s family had come up with an excuse not to finance the burial. The financial burden of burying his parents had fallen on him. He reached out to a few members of his mother’s family but what he got from them was just enough to buy the caskets. He still had other expenses to cover. He told Kofo his problem and she gladly offered to help but under one condition. He had to rob his way to get the funds.

It had been a ridiculous offer. He told her he couldn’t do it and she had told him it was fine. His parents could continue to rot in the mortuary. He had been so pained by Kofo’s offer. How can I rob and kill to bury my parents? But Kofo laid out the plan for him. He only needed to rob. He did not have to kill. He knew Kofo could easily give him the money but she refused to. She said he had to work for it.

Everything had gone on smoothly with the travel luggages loaded into the car Kofo had stolen until Femi Davies decided to lift up his head. In his jittery state, Gboyega had shouted at him asking why he had to raise his head. And Kofo had wasted no time in putting a bullet to his head. Gboyega had been very furious. She had promised that there would be no killing. She told him she did it for him as a minor mistake would make the cops trace the robbery to him. Even though, he was still upset, he believed her. She was experienced in armed robbery and he had none. She disposed of the two cars and he sold all the items in the travel luggages. Wrist watches, gold jewelries and expensive shoes. He gave his parents a befitting burial but he never forgave himself. The name on the luggage tag continued to haunt him.


Bola breaks down into tears as she looks at Gboyega’s face. She did not need to ask him. The answer was clearly written there.

She begins to back away from him.

Gboyega stretches out his hand to her. “Bola, I’m sorry. I did not kill him. Please believe me.”

Bola cries and she runs towards her mother’s room.

Lolu who had been watching the whole drama by the door takes her in his arms. This was too much for anyone to bear. Both mother and daughter were hurting and he was caught in between them.

The officers lead Gboyega out of the ward into the hospital premises.

Bola suddenly tears herself away from Lolu and runs outside the hospital room.

“Bola, Bola.” Lolu calls her but she refuses to look back.

He wants to run after her but he looks back and sees Banke also in tears. He is confused on what to do. He walks back to Banke’s bedside and pulls her into his arms.

Bola stops short as she sees Kofo walking into the hospital premises. Her informant had given her good news this morning and she had left Lagos very early. She had gone straight to Gboyega’s apartment and Zolch had told her he was in the nearby hospital. She had rushed to the hospital immediately.

Gboyega is also shocked to see Kofo.

“Hello officers.” Kofo gives them a cheery smile. “What’s going on here?”

“Officer, she is the one who shot Femi Davies.” Gboyega points at her.

“Excuse me. What are you talking about?” She asks as she walks towards Gboyega.

The officers ignore Gboyega and push him forward.

“Officer, she killed him. Just like she killed so many others.” Gboyega shouts trying to exonerate himself and hold on to a lifeline.

“I think you are nuts.” Kofo retorts.

Bola stands there watching the whole scenario. Her mind casts back to the night her mother had told her about her father’s death. She remembers her mum had said they were two men. But she said she had been too scared to lift up her head, so she had not seen the other man. What if the other man was actually Kofo? “Officer, I think you should listen to him.” She says as she walks towards them.

“What do you know you little twat?” Kofo barks.

“Enough to know that you must have pulled Gboyega into this.”

Kofo bursts out into laughter. “I did not come here to trade words with you.”

“So why are you here?” Gboyega shouts. “Were you looking for me to force me to warm your bed just like you did months ago or to see them arrest me for a crime you committed?”

Bola takes a look at Gboyega and fresh tears spill down her cheeks. Unfortunately, he is too enraged to realize that his statement is having an effect on Bola.

“Tell them Kofo. How you changed your name when you came to Lagos so no one would trace the man you killed in Calabar to you. What about your gang members you killed? And the many others you robbed for a living.” He continues.

“Officers, I think you should take this man away.” Kofo warns.

“Tell them about Senator Emilolowo’s death.”

The officer holding Gboyega stops immediately. “What did you just say?” He turns Gboyega to look at him.

Gboyega looks at him wondering what he has just said.

“What did you just say about Emilolowo?” The officer asks again.

Kofo notices that the tables are about to turn.

She moves towards Gboyega, anger burning in her eyes.

The officer asks yet again. “Repeat what you just said about Emilolowo.”

“She…..” Gboyega is saying when Kofo suddenly takes swift steps towards Gboyega, crooks her arms round his throat from behind and puts a pistol to his head.

Her movement had happened so swiftly that the officers are caught unawares. They are stunned and they take positions with their pistols stretched out towards Kofo and Gboyega.

“Don’t do it Kofo.” Gboyega pleads.

“Oh, you’re so stupid.” She says.

Bola begins to cry. “Please Kofo, don’t kill him.”

“Oh, mummy’s girl wants you.” She sneers. “But you ain’t getting him.” She says in anger.

The environment is suddenly tense. One of the cops takes out his radio to call for back up but Kofo shoots into the air to warn him. “Don’t you dare?”


The gun shot startles everyone and people run into the hospital in a frenzy. Bola begins to tremble. She gets down on her knees. “Please Kofo.” She pleads in tears.

“Put the gun down.” An officer says.

“I’m not going down without a fight.” Kofo says. Her gun still on Gboyega’s head.

“Madam, put the gun down and no one gets hurt.”

“Please Kofo, let me go.” Gboyega pleads.

“You mofo, that’s what you have been asking for. And you ain’t getting it.” Kofo barks.

“I’ll do whatever you want. Just let me go, please.”

“It’s too late for that, boyfriend. You bungled the opportunity. Say bye bye to mummy’s girl.” Kofo says as she pulls the trigger.

Gun shots and screams rent the air. When the chaos settle, Gboyega and Kofo’s lifeless bodies are taken away by the cops.


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The Visit

“Crack”. The sound of shattering glass rent the air. The kids all stood still like they had been paused by a remote control and looked at each other’s faces. Different emotions washed over their little faces; fear, shock and regret.

“You caused it.” Eze, the oldest among them shouted as he pointed accusing fingers at Bode.

“It wasn’t me.” Bode screamed. “It was Ngozi’s turn to catch the ball.” He continued.

“How can it be my turn? Tola was supposed to catch the ball after you. He should have caught the ball.” Ngozi retorted.

“Why are you saying I should have caught the ball? Didn’t you ask me to leave the circle because I could not catch? Now, you want to blame it on me.” Tola cried.

“Let us run away. Mr. Alakori will not know who did it.” Eze said.

“But that will be unfair. My mummy said I should never be scared to own up if I commit a wrong.” Ngozi replied.

“Yes. I think we should go and apologize to him. We would tell him we are very sorry.” Bode said.

“Okay, Tola stay in front. You are the youngest. If he sees you, he may not be so angry.” Eze said as he dragged Tola by the shirt.

“Leave me alone.” Tola screamed. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Please Tola, follow us. Mr. Alakori may not be so upset if he sees you in front.” Ngozi pleaded.

“Pleaseeeeee.” Bode stresses; also lending his voice.

“Okay.” Tola agreed as he led the way to Mr. Alakori’s flat.


Mr. Alakori stared down at the boys before him. He wasn’t only angry that they broke the windscreen of his car, he was mad because they had the guts to come to his house to inform him about their offence.

He smiled as he asked them to come in. “We are okay here, sir. We just wanted to tell you we are very sorry.” Ngozi said as he held on to Tola, who was about stepping forward.

“Apology accepted but I still insist that you come in.”

“Let’s go in.” Eze said nudging the others.

“I want to go home.” Tola said as he held on to Ngozi’s hand.

“You are just a sissy. Leave!” Eze said shouting at him.

Tola burst into tears as Ngozi gives Eze an angry look.

Mr. Alakori walked back into his flat, leaving the door ajar.

Eze peeps inside then signals to Bode, who shakes his head and turns back to follow Ngozi and Tola.

Mr. Alakori is seated in front of the TV set watching a football match. Eze stands inside the living room taking the whole environment. He had never seen a house this beautiful. His parents lived in the slums on the other side of the street.

Mr. Alakori signals to him to sit down and as he does, he is passed a saucer with groundnuts in them.

Eze smiles as he collects the saucer. He scoops up some of the groundnuts and he is on the verge of throwing them into his mouth when they all turn into little maggots. He instinctively drops the saucer in his hands and shakes his right hand to throw away the groundnuts/maggots. Unfortunately, they have started burrowing into his skin.

He screams as he sees Mr. Alakori putting the maggots in his own saucer into his mouth. Mr. Alakori walks up to him and stretches his maggot-infested hand to touch his face. Another scream escapes his lips………”Eze, Eze, what’s wrong?” His mother asks as she places her hand on his face.


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Blind Pact – Chapter 14

Bola’s relationship with Gboyega continues to blossom. They talk every morning and night but he refuses to mention the incident with Kofo. Bola had wondered why he hadn’t called the night he left Akure for Shagamu. She had waited all day for his call. When she did not hear from him by a quarter to midnight, she decided to ring him. She wanted to be sure he was home safely.

Gboyega lied to her that he had slept off immediately he got home. He could not bring himself to tell her the truth. His mobile phone had been in his jeans pocket and the trouser lay on the floor where Kofo had pulled it down his thighs; her hands and lips exploring every nook of his body. The phone had rang continuously for a few minutes when the lovers were taking delight in the pleasures of their bodies and their orgies were about hitting a crescendo. None of them had heard the constant ringing and even if they had, the call would have been ignored.

Gboyega had seen the missed calls the next morning as he was about to call Tosan but had decided against calling Bola immediately. After the incident of the previous night, his mind and conscience was in disarray. He needed to calm his spirit before he could call her. When he was safe and settled in Tosan’s apartment, he put a call to her. It took a lot of willpower as the guilt of the night weighed so much on his soul that he felt dirty talking to her. Bola had noticed that he sounded depressed but he had waved it off as his lack of sleep. She was just beginning to trust him and he was not ready to break the fragile trust she had in him.


Gboyega has not seen or heard from Kofo in a while. Even though, he is happy that she is out of his life, he is also skeptical. Kofo was not one to be messed with and he knew that too well. He hoped she was gone for good but at the same time, he reckoned she was probably preparing another arsenal of weapons.

The months pass by quickly and his National Youth Service Programme comes to a close. He is most delighted because he would no longer be far away from Bola. He has saved up some money from the allowance paid to him by the government and he intends to propose to her after his programme. Even though he does not have a job yet, he knows they only needed to take it one day at a time. Besides, Bola had also mentioned that she did not intend to get married as a student. So that gave him ample time to look for a job, secure an apartment and settle down in Akure.


Mrs. Davies drives home alone on a Friday night. She is tired and exhausted from a long day at work. She lets herself into her house and goes to the refrigerator to get herself a bottle of water. Her phone rings from her handbag and she walks back to the settee to get it. She looks at the caller ID. The number is hidden. She wonders who could be calling her at this time of the night with a hidden number.


“Hello. This is Mrs. Davies, right?” The caller asks.

“Yes, Mrs. Davies speaking.”

“I have some information that would be of great interest to you.”

“Information? Sorry, may I know who I am speaking with?” Banke asks.

“A friend.” The caller says.

“A friend? From where please? Have we met before?”

“Mrs. Davies, all these questions are inconsequential at the moment. Your husband was killed some years ago, right?”

“Who are you?” Banke shouts into the phone as she begins to shake.

“I told you I’m a friend. Take this address down.”

Banke rummages through her handbag for a pen and a paper.

The caller reels out an address. “You might find something interesting in that address.”

The mysterious caller drops the call and Banke looks at her phone confused. The caller had not given a name and the ID had also been hidden. She tries to think if it was a man or a woman speaking but the voice had sounded muffled. A door slams and she is startled. She looks around her and she is suddenly afraid. She goes to the main door and locks it. She closes all the window blinds and goes to her room fearfully. Who was playing games with her?

She locks the door of her bedroom behind her as well. She sits on her bed and scrolls through her phone. She hits the dial button on a number. “Hi Tayo.”

“Banke, how are you? It’s been a while.” Inspector Tayo asks cheerfully.

“Tayo, please I need help.”

“Is there a problem?” Tayo asks, his tone getting serious.

“I just received a call from someone who mentioned Femi’s death. The person gave me an address and asked that I go there.”

Tayo laughs. “Banke, I’m sure it’s a crank call. Don’t bother yourself over it.”

“But what if it is not. What if….I don’t know, maybe Femi’s killers live there.”

“Banke, don’t do anything stupid. We tried our best to look for Femi’s killers. They were never found. They disappeared into thin air.”

“What if….?”

Tayo interrupts her. “There are no what ifs Banke. So go to bed and have a good night’s sleep. Okay?”

Banke is quiet.


“Tayo, Femi was your friend.” Banke says as a sob catches in her throat. “Are you saying we would never find his killers?”

Tayo sighs loudly. “Yes, he was my friend. I am not happy that we never found his killers. There is really nothing we can do at the moment. We went to the airport together to see if we could locate the taxi. You could not identify the taxi or the driver. What else could I have done?”

Banke is crying and does not utter a word.


“Banke, please let this matter rest.”

“Thank you.” Banke says as she cuts the call.

Oh how she wished she could turn back the hands of time. To have Femi back in her arms. How wicked the world is. To have rendered her a widow and her only daughter fatherless at a young age.

She takes off her clothes and steps into her bathroom to take a bath. She walks out of the bathroom minutes later still in tears. Tears will not bring Femi back but right now, she feels so heartbroken. The strange call had reopened old wounds. She lies on her bed and sobs till she falls asleep.


The next morning, Banke rises up from her bed after a fitful sleep. She has a nagging headache from her lack of sleep. She ponders over last night’s call. She is unsure of what to do but she needs to satisfy her curiosity. She decides to ring a colleague of hers.

“Good morning Lolu.”

“Morning Banke, how are you doing?” Lolu asks.

“Not too good.” Banke says.

“What’s the problem?”

“I need a favour.”


“Can you go somewhere with me today?”


“I’ll tell you when we see. Can I pick you up at home?”

Lolu chuckles. “Yeah, but where exactly are we going?”

“It’s out of town and I don’t want to visit alone.”

“Visiting a boyfriend?” Lolu teases.

“Get serious for once Lolu. It’s nothing of the sort. I’ll give you more details when I pick you up.”

“O-Kay! If you say so ma’am. I’ll be waiting.”

Banke takes a quick bath and heads out of her house without breakfast. It is really important that she checks out this address regardless of Tayo’s warning. The only person she could count on was Lolu. He was single, daring and carefree. He was a few years younger than her but he was yet to settle down and get married. He had the notion that marriage was only for the strong-hearted.

She drives to Lolu’s house to pick him up and the journey to discovery begins.


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Blind Pact – Chapter 13

Gboyega wakes up with a start. Kofo is still asleep sprawled over his bare body. He shuts his eyes and the event of the night flashes in his mind. His heart cries out to God for forgiveness. Once again, he had allowed himself to be used to fulfill Kofo’s desires. The cry of his heart is deep and intense and it consumes his whole being.

He lifts his head and looks at Kofo’s face. Her jaw is set even in her sleep. He lifts her gently off his body. He stands up from the bed to pick up his underwear and clothes which are strewn all over the room from the night’s encounter. He dresses up quickly and quietly. The keys to his room lie on the floor beside the chaise lounge. It had been released from Kofo’s bosom when he tore her underwear away. He picks up both keys, slings the travel bag he had packed the night before over his shoulders and opens the door quietly. He walks briskly into the early morning dew. His wrist watch tells him that it is a quarter to 5.00am. He has nowhere to go as he has not figured it out yet. But what he is sure of, is that he wants to be far away from Kofo.

He walks to the bus-stop as the early risers make their preparations for the day’s business. He begins to weigh his options of a temporary abode. A colleague of his and also a youth corper lived alone with her younger sister. Their parents were hardly at home as they travelled constantly. She had once invited him over to her house but he had taken a rain check. Her home would have been a comfortable option for him but right now, he was finding it difficult to trust any other woman besides Bola.

Another friend of his comes to mind. He lived in a self-contained apartment just like his on the other side of town. They had both graduated from the same university but from different departments. They had met at the orientation camp and had hooked up immediately. He thought of putting a call to him as he looked at his wrist watch. It was 5.30a.m. He knew it was quite early to ring someone on a Sunday morning but there were no other options.

His friend picks up the call after the fourth ring. “Hello.” He answers half-awake.

“Good morning Tosan. I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“What’s up, Gboyega?”

“I need a favour.” Gboyega prays in his heart that his request will not be denied.


“Can I bunk up with you for a few days?” He really had no idea how long it will take before Kofo got tired and left his room. He hoped it will be sooner than later.

“It’s fine but is there a problem at your end?”

“Yeah, something of the sort.”

“Okay. I’m home. You can come over.” Tosan concludes.

“Thanks a lot, Tosan. I should be there in less than an hour.”

His well thought out plan gives him renewed energy. He would stay with Tosan and go to work from there. It will cost him more in transportation but right now, he really did not care. If it meant taking rough and cheaper buses to work, he would. He knew there was no way Kofo would find him where he was. He only hoped she would tire out of the search for him quickly and return to Lagos.


Kofo yawns as she stretches on the bed to feel Gboyega. She lifts her head a little when she realizes he is not on the bed. She checks the time on the wall clock in the room. It is 10.00a.m. She smiles broadly as she remembers the pleasurable night. Gboyega never failed to disappoint her and last night, he had possessed her with great force and renewed vigour. She knew it would only be a matter of time before he came lapping up to her because they belonged to each other. She runs her tongue over her lips as her body desires more of him. He had denied her for too long and she wanted to have him to her fill.


She stands up to check on him in the bathroom when she notices that his clothes are no longer on the floor. She looks towards the reading table where his travel bag had been last night; it is no longer there. She hits her right hand on the bed in anger. Gboyega had left her again. Anger begins to boil within her chest. He couldn’t have gone back to Akure. He has to go to work. She makes a futile effort to calm down. She shakes her head. No, he is coming back. He won’t dare leave me alone again. She picks up her phone and rings her informant. She gives him details of what she needs. She steps into the bathroom and decides to fill up the bath tub with hot water. What she needs right now is to soak in a hot bath and be relaxed. Gbosgaga belonged to her. He will definitely be back.


For a whole week, Kofo waits patiently for Gboyega’s return. She shops for new clothing in town and also familiarizes herself with the city. She leaves his room every day returning late at night. She makes a few business contacts with politicians in the city and slowly begins to build a small cartel.

One of Gboyega’s neighbours notice her as she is about to drive out of the compound one late morning. He walks up to her. “Hi, you must be Gboyega’s girlfriend. My name is Zolch.” He says stretching forth his hand to take hers which were already on the wheel.

Kofo looks at him over the rim of the shades on her face. “Zolch?” She questions as she gives him her hand.

He kisses the back of her hand. “Yes, Zolch.” He laughs. “That is what most people call me”.

Kofo gives him a disdainful look. “Okay”. She replies as she starts the car.

“I was wondering, I have not seen Gboyega for a while.”

Kofo looks at him and fakes a smile. “He travelled out of town. He should be back soon.”

“Okay, say hi to him whenever he calls.”

“I will.” Kofo sneers as she drives off. She hisses as she rolls up her window.

Zolch looks at the tail lights of the car till it disappears. “Wow, what a catch?” He says to himself. “Na this kain babe I dey look for.”


Kofo moves out of Gboyega’s room the next week. After one week of waiting, it looked like Gboyega had fallen out of her grasp. She called her informant daily as she waited patiently for news from him. She needed to go back to Lagos as some of her clients had been calling her incessantly. Her job was suffering because of her continued stay in Shagamu and her clients were beginning to get upset with her. They were getting bored of some of the girls she had provided and were asking for fresh girls. She goes back to Lagos to face her business but she insists on her informant continuing his job until he hits gold.


Gboyega rings his neighbour from his hiding place three weeks after his absence. “Uzo, how far now? How you dey?”

“Hey, my guy. You don arrive?” Zolch answers.

“No, I neva come.”

“Where you come dey sins? I see your girlfriend. Chai! This guy, you get eyes for head oh.”

Gboyega is not amused. “Abeg, she still dey dia?”

“Hmm…e be like say I see her when she dey carry plenty bag comot your room last week.”

“You sure?”

“Ahn ahn, you dey run from her?”

“No. I just dey ask. You fit help me check to confirm?”

“Guy, this one wey you dey do confirmation for your girlfriend. She don carry belle for you?”

“No be like that. Abeg, just call me when you don confirm.” Gboyega says impatiently.

A few minutes later, Zolch rings Gboyega back. “I tell you say she don go but she no lock your door. E dey open.”

“No wahala. Thank you.” Gboyega says.

“If na me, I no go let that kain girl go oh. I go just die for the girl lap. Haba! See the kain car wey she dey drive. Her papa go get money. Na the kain thing I dey find be dat make I comot this poverty level.” Zolch rambles on.

Gboyega mumbles a reply and cuts the line. He breathes a sigh of relief. He had avoided telling Tosan his problem. He only told him that he had a visitor who came from Lagos for a programme and that he wanted her to have some privacy. He told him that the programme should not take more than two weeks. He was delighted to have his room back as he thanked Tosan profusely and apologized for the inconvenience.

It was time to go back home.

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A thankful heart

We are in the month of December; was it not just January yesterday?

It is time to take stock of everything that has happened in your life in the year 2016.

Regardless of whether good or bad, this should be a month of thanksgiving.

My pastor would say “If you have lost anything, God is the reason why you haven’t lost everything”. Some weeks ago, the true story of the man who wrote the very popular song – It is well with my soul, was making rounds on social media. Even though, he had lost so much, he still did one thing – He praised God.

Let us all count our blessings and name them one by one. If you are reading this, then you have a reason to be thankful – for life, for eyes that see, for a mind that can comprehend.

I leave with these tracks below. Enjoy and be blessed!

Blind Pact – Chapter 12

Gboyega leaves Akure excited. After the call with Bola two days ago, he had been so unsettled that he made up his mind to visit Akure and discuss with her face to face. He was supposed to leave the office on Friday to visit some sites but he left Shagamu early and did the site monitoring on phone. As he sits in the bus taking him back to Shagamu, he smiles at the thought of her. Bola meant everything to him and being around her made him happy. This fuelled his decision to get an apartment and move to Akure after his one year National Youth Service. Right now, he wished the months would hasten up so he could be done with it.

He arrives home late in the evening tired and hungry. He pulls out the key to his room from his pocket, inserts it into the key hole as he turns the key. The door opens on its own accord without a release of its lock. He stops and wonders. I couldn’t have forgotten to lock my door before leaving yesterday. He steps into the dark room, closes the door behind him and inserts his key into the keyhole. He feels the wall blindly for the light switch as he drops his knapsack on the reading table by the door. He hits the switch and he is suddenly startled.

Kofo is lying down on a chaise lounge in his room dressed in flimsy underwear that barely provide cover and high-heeled pumps. One of her legs is thrown over the arm of the chaise lounge while the other rests on the chair. She has a champagne flute in her hands which is filled to the brim while another filled flute and the bottle of champagne sits by her on the floor. She looks up at Gboyega and smiles. “I’ve been waiting.”

Gboyega is too shocked to speak as he looks round his room. An entertainment music gadget sits under his TV. The curtains have been changed from the drab one he left there yesterday morning to classy day blinds. He takes in his environment before his gaze finally settles on Kofo.

“You like it, don’t you?” She asks winking at him.

Gboyega breathes deeply as he shakes his head vigorously. “Kofo, what do you think you are doing?” He asks in frustration.

She stands up from the chaise lounge, holding her champagne flute gingerly in her hand. As she walks towards the door, she brushes her fingers seductively over his lower anterior. She locks the door and puts the key inside her bosom. Gboyega who is still in a state of shock does not realize what she has just done. She passes by him again as she walks back to the chair wriggling her hips. She is wearing a thong and her butt dances to each footstep.

“Hey, sit down.” She says tapping a spot beside her. “Let’s talk.”

“How did you even get into my room?”

Kofo feigns a surprise. “Don’t tell me you can’t remember how to pick a lock. Or do you need me to juggle your memory? We could retake those classes, you know? She says shrugging her shoulders.

“Kofo, please let me go. Please, I don’t want to do this anymore.” Gboyega pleads.

“But you know that ain’t possible.”

“Don’t you get it? I can’t be with you any longer.” Gboyega says raising his voice.

“Oh yes, you can. Gbosgaga, you give me joy and pleasure. How do you expect me to survive without you warming my bed? Since this is how you want it, I decided to make this place…” She says as she looks round the room. “….Comfy and homely for us.”

Gboyega walks towards his reading table and pulls out the travelling bag under it. He begins to throw in some shirts and trousers from his clothes rack. Kofo laughs as she realizes what he is doing.

“Where do you think you are going?” She asks.

“Anywhere. As long as it is away from you.”

“You know you have to get by me before you leave this room?” Kofo says as she downs the champagne in her glass.

“Watch me!”

Kofo begins to laugh hysterically.

Gboyega ignores her. He zips up the travel bag, slings it across his shoulders and walks towards the door. When he gets there, he stands before it, shocked. The key is not on the door lock. He looks back at Kofo who is still laughing as he walks to the bathroom. He puts his hand on the window sill as he moves his fingers slowly hoping to find what he had kept there. After a fruitless search, he walks back to the room.

“Were you looking for this?” Kofo asks as she dangles a single spare key before him.

He walks towards her to grab it but she quickly puts it back into her buxom bust as she lifts up her assets jiggling them in the process. “Not so fast boyfriend. You should say thank you to me for teaching you all these tricks.” She smiles. “You need to relax. Sit down.” She reiterates as she taps the lounge by her side.

“I don’t want to sit down. Please just let me out of the room.”

Kofo drops her champagne flute on the floor and stands up. She meets Gboyega eye to eye as she places her right hand on his chest. “I’m sure you don’t want to mess with me. Be nice unless you want to have it the hard way.” She threatens him.

Gboyega understands her threat perfectly. A man who had once manhandled her at a night club had paid with his life. Gboyega had warned the man to get his hands off Kofo but the man was drunk and he groped her annoyingly. Only a flash of steel was seen and the man had slumped; his throat slit. Gboyega had been dumbfounded. It had happened so fast and he was too shocked to utter a word. Kofo had dragged him out of the night club before they were noticed.

He tries to imagine where she would have kept either her gun or jackknife since she was half-nude. It had to be somewhere close to her, probably tucked inside the chaise lounge. If he decides to take his chances, will he be fast enough? He knows Kofo would not hurt him but what if he was wrong? What if he had pushed her to the height of desperation? He was not ready to find out. He reconsiders his decision immediately.

“What do you want?” He asks with a straight face.

“Now, you are talking.” She answers smiling. She walks to the music system and presses the start button. Soft music begins to play. She takes his hands and puts it around her bare butt. She begins to sway to the music as she rocks their bodies together.

Gboyega takes his hands off but Kofo slaps them back on her butt. Gboyega wonders if he would be able to overcome this temptation. He shuts his eyes as he forces himself to think of something else. He decides to take his mind far away from his current environment. He thinks about his parents and the torture he had to go through to identify their bodies. This causes him pain in his heart and he moves his mind away from the image. He thinks about his brothers and how their lives have panned out. A drunk, a drug dealer, a womanizer, a petty thief. The youngest two who were still in their teens were also beginning to exhibit criminal traits and he became saddened and grieved for them because he was unable to control his brothers or have a positive impact on their lives. He is pained by these thoughts and he forces his mind to change direction again. He smiles as he thinks about Bola. She was the only one who brought a smile to his face nowadays. He remembers her smiles and her frowns and laughter builds in his throat. How he wished he could be with her right now.

Kofo looks at Gboyega’s face and smiles. His eyes are tightly shut and there’s a smile on his lips. She is glad that he is back where he is meant to be. She begins to stroke his body as she unbuttons his shirt slowly. She traces her fingers lightly through the whole length of his body teasing his sensitive spots. Gboyega’s body warms and he opens his eyes. Kofo looks at him lovingly. He realizes that she is still as beautiful as the first time he met her. She pulls him closer to her body as she caresses his lips slowly and passionately.


Gboyega tries to pull away from her but his body has been awakened and begins to seek expression. Months of not being with a woman begins to take its effect on him and his will falters. Every decision he made to stay clean crashes down like a pack of badly arranged cards. Kofo, understanding every part of his body continues to work her lips and hands on his body steadily building and fanning the fire of passion in him as she undresses him.

In minutes, the will to be free from her is lost and his only desire is to take charge and possess her. Every member of his body is fully awake and excited. He moans as Kofo unleashes the beast in him as she handles his nether region with dexterity. He tears away her flimsy underwear and the sight of her voluptuous bust being released from their previous hold takes over his mind and ignites his body. Everything and everyone he had thought about some minutes ago take a backseat. His spirit takes a flight as his mind takes full control of every organ of his body prompting it to fulfil its pleasure and have its fill.

The night is still and quiet and the only sounds heard are that of the soft music from the music player and the guttural voices of the bodies in the throes of passion. The night goes to sleep with Kofo gratified roughly just the way she loves it.

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