It was a stormy and thundrous afternoon in the city of Kano.
The cloud was pitch black, threatening to cry. The sun found canopy under the thick cloud, warm but heavy wind blew from the south, tossing away any material that dare stand in its way.
Ranty sounds of thunder permeated the magnificiently designed room, Hassan’s heart beats weren’t helping matters, they seem to be in rythme with the thunder.
Each pump of blood pervaded fear within his being. He swallowed hard for the umpteenth time, boils of sweat tickled down his skin, defying the cold atmosphere.
Hassan paced around like someone whose wife is experiencing her maiden labour.
Its high time he let his father know about his decision to renounce islam- a religion his ancestors had practiced so faithfully.
Yes he knew it won’t be easy but the squeaky wheel gets the grease.
He stuck his legs into his slipper, took in a big gulp of air and reached for the door knob.
He turned it slowly and walked out to the hallway, heading to his father, to meet his fate.
Hassan Abdul-Azeez was first born son of the prominent Abdul-Azeez Usaini xvi the 21st century emir of kano.
The emir so much loved his son that he didn’t want anything to separate them, he had Hassan pass through western education here in Nigeria so he could teach him all there is to know about royalty, his plans was for Hassan to succeed him!
He didn’t want royalty transfered to another family.
Hassan opened the palace door with shaky hands and trembling feet. He had never felt like this before! He spent all his life in the modern palace, why was he having this strange feeling now?
The emir was rushed to a private hospital in company of his wife and two children.
He was taking to a special ward; a ward dedicated to him alone. The ward had his name inscribed on its doorpost. The reason isn’t a far cry from the fact that he built the hospital.
Hassan sat with his mum in the waiting room, they were not allowed into the ward.
Aminat the emir’s wife was visibly shaking, she kept muttering incoherent prayers, she wasn’t ready to be a widow…no not yet.
Hassan didn’t know what to do, he was caught between two stools, should he continue being a muslim for his father’s sake or abide by his promise to Madison?
God! He was drop dead confused.
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Chloe stared affectionately at her now miserable daughter.
Madison the last of her children had refused to eat or go out of the house ever since her parent’s told her about their plan to return to the United states for good.
Chloe knew why her daughter was adamant to their trip, she was in love with a Nigerian, not just a Nigerian, a muslim!
Geez she would never let that grow under her feet, yes she loved her daughter, she was doing everything for her best interest, if only Madison could understand!
Madison came down to Nigeria with her family when she was sixteen.
Her dad, Robertson was a contractor, he got a rossy fedral contract which paid off more than what he ever envisaged.
He decided to reside in Nigeria.
Madison attended a Nigerian university where she met a charming young man, who gained her love, the feeling was mutual.
They scaled through variant challenges, their religious differences was the stumbling block left. Madison’s dad was a clergy while hassan’s father was an emir. the two parents didn’t for one minute accept love was a powerful spirit capable of breaking strongholds and concrete beliefs.
“Hi” Madison greeted with a gentle peck on his cheek.
“how is my queen today? Hassan forced himself to speak, evading the dampness of his heart.
From his countenance Madison knew something was wrong somewhere. Oh how she wish it was’nt what she was thinking.
“you don’t look happy, everything okay? She asked in her american accent, she’ve spent years in Nigeria, some of the things she’ve not lost to the Nigerian nation are her accent and skin colour.
Hassan couldn’t hold it any longer, he just have to tell her whole nine yards.
“my dad! He had a heart attack today, it was so worst that he’d have to be flown out of the country for further treatments”
Madison was gobsmacked, this wasn’t what she bargained for, now she know her mum was right when she said she, Madison and hassan weren’t meant to be.
“you know, i can’t help but blame myself, its all my fault….i…..”
Madison cut him in.
“no hassan, its not your fault, if there is anyone to blame, that should be me.
I’m just like a pest in your life, ever since we met, i’ve caused you nothing but trouble….
i’m sorry hassan”
she summoned the whole energy in her to stop herself from crying. The more she tried, the more rains of tears flood her eyes.
She couldn’t break herself to believe she was leaving hassan. Fate can be so cruel sometimes! He was the only one who could draw out genuine smile from the darkest part of her heart, he was the only first and true love she ever experience.
Hassan was confused. “w….wh….what do you mean? He asked in utter frustration.
Location: Maimi, Florida, USA.
Time: 2:05pm
The sun was high above the sky, even the blind could tell winter had ran back to her hideout.
Rows of royal palm flocked the roadsides adding beauty to the city.
The city was as busy as normadics and their animals on a greenland.
Michael was nodding to a raggae song beaming from his car’s stereo.
He drove to a popular yacht station and killed his engine just when he drove into the parking lot.
He stepped out of his black hyundai sonata and took a quick glance at the environment.
He heard it on the grapevine that the feds were always watching, he must be as stealthy as a ghost!
He was clad in a black Taiwan leather jacket, black sweat p@nts and black shades.
His attaire were gracely embrassed by his milk skin and well toned body. He was on low cut but his hair were so very curly. His hair was his trademark!
Having made sure that the coast was clear, he stepped into a ski-jet prepared for him and sailed down the ocean blue waters.
Michael was an ex american CIA. He was burned for his sticky fingers with government funds.
In the heat of the moment, an underground syndicate based and temporary operating in Nigeria found him useful and recruited him straight to the position of a top agent.
The syndicate had benefited so much from Michael’s skills and expertise. He was always in the warfront of important mission such as the one he was embarking on.
The mission was an easy peasy, sign the contract and get out.
The boss specifically sent him ’cause he, Michael knew every nook and cranny of Maiami, moreso, he was a master of disguise a grand duke of stealth and a gladiator of modern times.
Location: Abuja, Nigeria.
Time: 8:06 PM
The room was gloomy but bright enough for everyone to see its magnificience. No wonder it was called crystal; everything seemed to be made of glass from the roof to the ceremic tiles to the state of the art computers to the seatees. There was enough elbow room to contain the forementioned.
Katarina and bronswort occupied two seats while Jayden sat next to the computerised wall as usual.
His fingers were racing from one keypad to the other. He was already used to it!
The large cctv monitor had clips of various places showing on it. However, Jayden poured all his attention on the section displaying Michael. He was on an important mission and communication was vital!
Jayden couldn’t bring himself to believe what he saw, a bomb was resting majestically in Michael’s ski-jet.
He warned Michael about it but it was rather too late, the bomb exploded, causing the screen to take the hazy path. Everything went cloudy as smokes and flames filled the air.
No! This can’t be happening, it must be a fragment of hallucination. He reversed the footage to be sure.
Jayden was the computer guru in an underground syndicate nick named “THE DARK HORSES” they involve in various illegal activities ranging from kidnaps to assassination of prominent persons. The top four agents in the syndicate were known as dark horses, they radiate nothing less of modern gladiators.
Their works were always as clean as crystals, to say they are the best is gross hypobole.
“boss there is a situation here” Jayden interrupted Katarina and bronswort who were killing time. Katarina swerved her chair to face Jayden.
Gabriel lay on a sofa in the sitting room, playing game on his laptop. He changed lying position as his stomach ached badly, his whole weight had been resting on his stomach for over two hours.
He was tired of the boredorm he was encaged in. Everything appear to be paved with the boriness of the house. He had tried killing time by watching tv but it only added to his predicament, he deemed no program attractive.
He knew Michael is got an itchy feet but this was utterly beyond normal. He had been waiting on his twin for over eight hours, yet not a shadow of him had showed up. To hike it all his contacts were all dead.
Gabriel shot an annoying look at the television, it was airing nothing but rubbish! He wondered how Michael could put up with this trash. He let out a loud his after switching of the tv. Even his laptop was trashy at that moment.
He wasn’t familiar with Nigeria he would have found himself some cool chilling spot. He’d been to Nigeria only once, this was his second visit and it was already terrible.
His stomach churned for food, he hadn’t tasted anything since his arrival, he hated kitchens and wouldn’t cook even if the sword of hunger threaten to slit his throat.
Gabriel slumped back to the sofa, reminiscing the most terrible hours he’ve ever experienced. He made up his mind to depart in the crack of down. He was still tripping down his reverie when a soft knock landed on the door. Inches of smile graced his thing lips as he made mental pictures of how best he’d slap Michael for being an åss. The gentle knock came again, this time it was louder. Wait a sec, michael wouldn’t be knocking before entering his own house! Gabriel’s smile was displaced by a wrinkling frown. He stuttered to the door and dragged open its knob.
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