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A SECONDARY SCHOOL FORBIDDEN LOVE

CHAPTER 25

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BRIGHTON COLLEGE, UNITED KINGDOM – TEACHER’S OFFICE, 3:25 PM

A soft drizzle painted streaks across the large windows of Brighton College, the grey clouds hanging low like a shawl over the ancient brick rooftops. The air carried a quiet chill, and inside the teacher's office, a small radiator hummed faintly, offering comfort against the dampness outside.

The room was neat, with books stacked in rows on mahogany shelves, a pot of tea resting on a tray by the side table, and a small potted plant dancing gently on the windowsill. Framed certificates and art pieces adorned the walls. It felt like a safe space—one carved out for thoughtful discussions, not judgment.

Kosiso sat nervously on the cushioned chair opposite the teacher’s desk, her fingers entwined tightly on her lap. Her face still carried traces of the embarrassment from class. The moment her name was called, the way she startled up, the laughter—it was all still fresh in her mind, stinging like salt on a wound.

Miss Abernathy, the fair- middle aged biology teacher with a soft British accent, sat across from her, glasses balanced delicately on her nose, her eyes filled with quiet concern.

She folded her arms gently, tilted her head, and finally broke the silence.

"Kosiso... what is going on?" she asked, her voice low and kind. "This is your first day at Brighton College and you already look... so distracted in class when I was teaching. Can you tell me what’s going on with you?"

Kosiso inhaled deeply, her gaze fixed on the beige carpet beneath her feet. A beat passed, then she looked up slowly, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"Are you gonna help me if I tell you what’s going on with me?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Miss Abernathy leaned forward, her expression earnest. "If it’s something I can help you with, I’m very sure I will. That’s why I asked you to come here—so we can talk, so you don’t have to bottle everything up alone."

Kosiso’s lips quivered slightly. "Okay..." she muttered, then the floodgates opened.

Tears poured down her cheeks as she tried to speak, her words breaking through sobs.

"I just want to get back with my love!" she cried. "I wasn’t supposed to be studying here... my mom lied to me that I was coming to Canada to study, and now I’m in the UK. I’m supposed to be in Canada because that’s where my love—my everything—was supposed to meet me..."

She buried her face in her palms, her shoulders shaking violently.

Miss Abernathy reached for a box of tissues and gently pushed it across the table. She waited, giving Kosiso the space to weep, until the sobs began to quiet down.

She spoke softly. "Hmmm... this is a bit complicated right now."

Kosiso wiped her eyes slowly. "Yeah," she muttered, voice hoarse. "It is complicated..."

Miss Abernathy tilted her head again. "What’s the name of this... love of yours?"

Kosiso smiled faintly, a weak but genuine smile. "His name is Olamiposi Adefolahan."

The teacher nodded slowly, clearly trying to recall or place the name.

"I see," she said. "Have you tried reaching out to him? I mean... maybe just to let him know you’re in the UK and not Canada?"

Kosiso’s expression darkened. "How am I supposed to reach out to him when my mom has cut off every means of communication? She took my phone, blocked me on social media, and she doesn’t even want to hear his name. We were in the same school back in Nigeria. She pulled me out of that school because she didn’t want me close to him."

There was a brief silence.

The teacher sighed, then said gently, "Then... I think you should have a heart-to-heart conversation with your mom. Maybe—just maybe—she’ll begin to understand how you feel."

Kosiso scoffed bitterly, eyes rimmed with frustration. "You don’t know my mom. She’s really, really strict. Like... nothing I say moves her. Once she decides something, that’s it."

Miss Abernathy leaned back in her chair, her face growing more serious.

"Then..." she began carefully, "I think it’s best if you try to forget about your love and move on. Because if he also can’t reach out to you... he may do the same. That’s just the way life works sometimes."

Kosiso’s head shot up.

Her eyes widened.

Her voice rose sharply.

"NEVER!" she yelled, standing to her feet. "We love each other and I know Olamiposi very well. He won’t just give up on me. We’ve been through so much! I don’t care what anyone says—we’re not over!"

Without waiting for a reply, she picked her bag and stormed out of the office, leaving Miss Abernathy staring after her in stunned silence.

BANANA ISLAND, LAGOS – ADEFOLAHAN MANSION, NEXT DAY – 12:00 PM

The sun filtered through the glass ceiling of the Adefolahan Mansion, casting warm reflections on the marble floors of the upstairs hallway. The house was quiet, save for the soft sound of distant birds and a few staff moving about their duties.

Inside the master bathroom, with steam from her recent shower still lingering in the air, Mrs. Titilayo answered a call from her second phone. She locked the door before picking it up.

"Hello, Ahmed," she said, her voice urgent. "Any information?"

Ahmed’s voice came through, calm and efficient. "Yes ma. I tried to trace the address using the number you sent me. Initially, all the information seemed wiped off—like someone had deliberately deleted everything tied to that line. But I took the legal route through a connection at the telco office, and I was able to get her home address."

Mrs. Titilayo’s eyes lit up. "Oh! That’s very good of you, Ahmed. Please forward the address to my WhatsApp immediately."

She walked over to the vanity, wiped her face with a towel, then continued, "I have your account number with me—I’ll transfer two million naira to you for this very nice job."

"Okay ma. Thanks, ma," Ahmed replied gratefully.

Once the call ended, her phone buzzed again—Ahmed had forwarded the address. Without delay, she opened her banking app and sent the money.

Her heart thudded. Now we’re getting somewhere, she thought.

CANADA – APPLEBY COLLEGE CAFETERIA, 11:00 AM

The cafeteria was bustling with students—trays clattering, laughter echoing, conversations flowing like music. The aroma of grilled sandwiches, fries, and fresh pastries filled the air.

Olamiposi stood in line, dressed in a navy-blue Appleby hoodie, holding a tray with some pasta, a bottle of water, and a slice of banana bread. His expression was distant—his eyes glazed with thoughts of Kosiso, of the unknown, of the pain that lingered with every unanswered message.

Just as he was about to turn to find a seat, a familiar voice called out cheerfully.

"Hi, Olamiposi. Welcome to your new school!"

He turned around.

It was Megan—tall, bright-eyed, with long brown hair, dressed in a crisp school uniform and holding her own tray of food.

He managed a small smile. "Oh, Megan... how are you doing?"

She stepped closer. "Well, I’m actually good. But... you forgot to text me."

His face flushed slightly. "Oh... sorry about that. I totally forgot."

She raised an eyebrow, half-playfully. "Guess you must be thinking too much."

He chuckled softly. "Yeah... sure."

She tilted her head toward a nearby table near the window. "Well... why don’t you come sit over there with me when you’re done getting your food? The spot is really nice, and you could use a little distraction."

Olamiposi hesitated, then nodded. "Oh... cool. I’ll be there."

As Megan walked ahead, Olamiposi followed slowly, his tray in hand and his mind still tangled in memories of Kosiso. But for now—just for a moment—he let the warmth of the company ease the ache in his chest.

They both sat at a quiet corner of the cafeteria, sunlight beaming through the tall windows behind them. Megan smiled politely, picking at her salad while Olamiposi slowly stirred his drink with a straw.

“So...” Megan said, turning to him. “What were you thinking about that you forgot to chat me up?”

Olamiposi took a moment before answering. “Well... I was thinking of how to get in touch with my girlfriend.”

Megan’s smile dropped slightly. She forced a small laugh. “Oh. So this is about your girlfriend. Well, where is she?”

“I don’t know,” he said, voice somber. “I haven’t gotten in touch with her. We were supposed to meet here in Canada, but... her mom doesn’t approve of our relationship. So I guess... something changed.”

Megan’s fork clinked against her plate. She tried to keep her tone light. “Well... I think it’s best if you just move on. What if she’s in another country by now? What if she already has a new boyfriend?”

Olamiposi looked up, calm but firm. “I trust my girlfriend. She wouldn’t do that.”

Megan’s fingers tightened slightly on her fork. Inside, she felt a wave of jealousy crash hard against her chest. She forced a smile, but her voice came out a little sharper.

“Well... since you guys haven’t seen each other, I just think it’s best for you to meet new girls here.”

Olamiposi didn’t respond. He quietly began eating his food, his expression unreadable. The silence between them grew heavy, stretched awkwardly over their plates, while Megan chewed in frustration, silently wondering how she was going to compete with a girl in another country.

To be continued...

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The Second Chance Episode 10

The first person to open their eyes was Adamma. It had been two days since the surgery, and she had been under observation. The moment her eyes fluttered open, a nurse screamed with joy and rushed to call the doctors. “She’s awake! She’s awake!” Doctors and nurses came running. They checked her vitals. Everything looked good. “She’s stable,” one of the doctors said. “Her body is not rejecting the kidney.” Adamma blinked, confused at first. Then she whispered, “Is he okay? Where is Papa Adewale?” But no one answered her immediately. They just told her to rest. She needed strength.

After two more days, Adamma could sit up. She felt stronger than she had in months. She was even allowed to walk slowly around the room with help. By the fifth day, she could walk to the toilet by herself and take her bath unaided. The news of her recovery spread through the hospital. Nurses, doctors, and even strangers who had been praying for her came to visit. “You’re a strong girl,” one of the nurses said. “God is not done with you.” Adamma smiled and asked again, “What about Papa Adewale? Please tell me something. I need to know.”

While Adamma recovered fast, Adewale was still unconscious. The doctors explained that age was playing a role. “Older patients sometimes take more time to wake up,” they said. But everyone was worried. His wife stayed beside him every day, holding his hand. “Please wake up, my love,” she whispered many times. “You gave her life. Now, you must live too.” Adamma begged to be taken to his room. She stood by his bed, holding his hand gently. “You are my father now. Please don’t leave me,” she said. The machines kept beeping. The room was silent, filled with tension and prayers.

On the seventh day, while his wife was dozing off beside him, Adewale moved his fingers. She jumped up and screamed. “Doctor! Doctor! He moved!” Nurses rushed in. Everyone surrounded the bed. Slowly, his eyes opened. He blinked, confused but alive. “You’re awake, sir,” the doctor said with a smile. “You made it.” His wife knelt down and cried. “Thank you, God. Thank you.” Adamma came in later and hugged him gently. “You didn’t leave me,” she said. “You stayed.” Adewale smiled weakly and whispered, “I promised you, didn’t I?” That moment brought joy to everyone who had been waiting in hope.

From then on, things moved fast. Both Adamma and Adewale grew stronger. There were no signs of complications. The doctors called it a miracle. “They’re both healing perfectly,” one of them said. “It’s rare, but it’s happening.” Soon, Adamma didn’t need help to move around anymore. She could walk freely, eat well, and laugh again. As for Adewale, he was discharged a week after her. They left the hospital together, holding hands like a father and daughter. Staff members stood outside and clapped. Some even had tears in their eyes. It was a story that touched every heart in the hospital.

At home, Adewale’s wife prepared their favorite meals. Adamma was given her own room in the house. She decorated it with flowers and bright colours. “This is your home now,” Adewale told her. “You are no longer alone.” Adamma couldn’t stop smiling. “Thank you, sir. Thank you, ma. God used you both to give me life again.” She helped around the house, went on evening walks with Adewale, and even joined him during morning prayers. The bond between them grew stronger every day. He treated her like a princess, and she saw him as more than a father—he was her angel.

One Sunday, Adamma stood up in church to give testimony. The whole church was silent as she shared her story. She spoke about the prison, the sickness, and the man who gave her a second chance. “I was supposed to die,” she said. “But God sent me a father. A stranger who became everything I needed. I want the world to know that angels still walk among us.” The church clapped and cried. Some people couldn’t hold their tears. After service, strangers walked up to hug her. Her story had gone viral, but hearing it from her mouth made it more real.

Adewale didn’t want anything in return. “Just live well,” he always told Adamma. “Make your life count.” And she did. She went back to school, determined to become a nurse. “I want to help people like they helped me,” she said. Adewale supported her fully. He paid her fees, bought her books, and drove her to school when he could. His wife, now like a mother to Adamma, cheered her every step. Life became beautiful again. Their home was full of laughter, love, and peace. The past was still there, but it no longer had power over her. She was free.

Every evening, Adamma would sit beside Adewale, holding his hand. “You didn’t just save my life,” she would say. “You gave me a new life entirely. You’re the reason I smile today.” And Adewale would reply, “I gained a daughter. That’s the best gift life could ever give me.” The bond between them became stronger than blood. People who heard their story often came to visit and left inspired. “Love still exists,” they would say. “There’s still kindness in this world.” And truly, the love in that home became a testimony that goodness can still be found in unexpected places.

And so, Adamma lived on. Not as a prisoner, not as a sick girl, but as a survivor. She was full of dreams again. And beside her was the man who risked everything to give her that chance. They had no regrets. No pain. No bitterness. Just gratitude. And together, they lived happily ever after.

The End.

PAIN OF THE PAST
(LAST EPISODE)
EPISODE 61

A week after I engaged aisha, we started our wedding preparations.

Her mother came to Nigeria two days after the engagement, and i would say Aisha took after her in everything.

Aisha took after her in beauty and calm behaviour, I treated Aisha's mother will lot's of care and respect.

She's now like my mother, since my own biological mother was late long ago.

Kenneth helped me contact few of my father's people so they would accompany me in paying aisha's dowry.

We did our traditional wedding successfully, it was colourful and luxurious.

People came from far and near to attend the traditional wedding.

Clients from different countries came to celebrate with us too.

I have never felt this excited all my life, me that was a nobody few years back, became suddenly known all over the world.

After our traditional wedding, we proceeded to preparing for a lavish white wedding.

I already chose Kenneth to be my best man, aisha chose someone else for her chief bridesmaid.

Kenneth was close to me through out my bachelor's night. i celebrated with few of my colleagues at a 5 star hotel until the early hours of the morning.

Aisha was also at a different hotel, celebrating her own with her friends.

That Saturday morning, I got dressed in my Canadian suit, yes I bought it from Canada.

We were supposed to start the church service where we exchange vows by 9am.

By 8am, I arrived the church with my groomsmen, and Kenneth by my side.

Immediately i arrived the church, i suddenly became nervous, i couldn't just tell why.

Kenneth noticed my uneasiness, and then he got closer to me inquiring what the problem was.

“Big bros what is it? you don't look happy at all”....... Kenneth . asked

“I feel nervous about something, but I don't just know what that is”........I said worriedly.

“Calm down bros, maybe it's because of your big day, you will soon be alright”.......Kenneth assured.

I let out a sigh, but I was still feeling somehow nervous, then i brought out my phone to call aisha.

That was when I noticed the time was almost 9:30am, and aisha has still not arrived yet.

I became alarmed, then i ran out of the church to call aisha so I would know if she was already on her way to church.

Her phone kept ringing and no one was picking up.

Kenneth came close to me looking worried, he too tried calling Aisha, but no one was picking up.

I called my boss, and he told me he was on his way to a police station.

“Police station?....how?.....did anything happened?”......I asked, feeling scared.

”We couldn't find aisha at her hotel room, it seemed like she was kidnapped”.......my boss replied.

“Oh nooo!!”.......I screamed, placing my hands on my head, then my phone fell down from hands.

Kenneth rushed to pick my phone, and then the phone started ringing.

“Big bros, i think you have a phone call”......Kenneth said, giving me my phone.

I looked at my phone screen, and discovered it was an unknown number, even my true caller couldn't bring out the name of the person calling.

I picked at first ring, and it turned out to be ekaette who was calling me with an unknown number.

She was even responsible for the kidnap of Aisha.

“Hello lover boy”.....she said, but I could tell the scorn in her voice.

“What do you want?”.......I yelled.

“Wondering where your beautiful bride is?
Not to worry, i got her”......she said.

“You said what, you kidnapped my wife?”.......I yelled.

“Exactly”....she replied, giggling alongside.

“You bitch, how could you do such a thing? let go of my wife right now, she did nothing to you”........I yelled.

“Oh just shut your trap alex. I pleaded with you didn't I?......i even pleaded with your aisha to let go of you, but she strangled me that day, almost sniffing life out of me. now it's by turn to strangle her”......ekaette fired back, then i heard aisha screaming in pain, at the background.

A tear dropped from my eyes when I heard aisha screaming, I felt hurt that I couldn't do anything.

“You monster, you are evil”.....I yelled at ekaette.

“Call me whatever name you want Alex, but It won't stop me from getting back at you”.......ekaette replied.

“Ekaette please let's settle this amicably, tell me whatever amount you want, and I will give it to you. please let go of my wife”.........I pleaded.

“You must think that I'm foolish right? who needs your money? I want you Alex”.......she replied.

I was about saying something, then Kenneth snatched the phone from me, and just like magic he switched to my voice and was speaking with ekaette.

“Okay......you want me right?....send me your address and I will come to meet you there as soon as possible”.........Kenneth replied to ekaette, using my voice.

The call ended, and Kenneth gave my phone back to me.

“What was that for?”.......I asked Kenneth angrily.

“If I didn't do that, you would have simply continued arguing with her, and she might kîll aisha”

“So what's the plan now?”.......i asked Kenneth.

“Ekaette is a naive foolish young girl, I'm sure she must be alone with Aisha at her house. we would go there together.......while you bargain with ekaette, i would be outside calling your father in-law”.........Kenneth said.

I smiled a bit liking the idea. of a truth, ekaette was very naive and foolish, she could possibly have kidnapped aisha with the help of someone, then took Aisha to her house.

Some minutes later, ekaette sent the address, and it turned out to be her house address. she also threatened to kill Aisha, if I come with the police.

Kenneth and I quickly rushed to the address. and as we planned earlier, I went in alone, while Kenneth waited outside.

The house was a small bungalow, and ekaette was occupying the last flat.

I walked quietly towards her flat, then i knocked. ekaette rushed outside and opened the door for me to come in.

Immediately i stepped in, I looked around her small sitting room, but I couldn't find aisha.

“Where's my wife?”.......I asked anxiously.

“Oh, she's at my bedroom......i would want her to watch a movie that the both of us will be creating together”..........she said, smiling mischieviously, and smacking her lips seductively.

I felt like just strangling her, right there, but I didn't want to commit murder. i will have to play along with her, until my boss arrive with the cop's.

I quietly followed her to her bedroom, and I saw Aisha being tied to a wooden chair. she was still in her night wear and her hair disheavled.

I wanted to go close to Aisha, but ekaette brought out a gun, and pointed it towards Aisha.

She threatened to kill Aisha if I got close to her, then i stayed on my own.

“Good boy, now come have some fun with me”.......ekaette said, taking off her clothes one after the other.

Ekaette was finally stark naked before me, but I couldn't even bring myself to look at her, or even do anything with her.

“What are you waiting for Alex? come to mommy, or don't you like what you see?.....she asked.

I looked towards Aisha, and her face had no emoticons on it, I didn't like the dull look on her face.

Suddenly my phone beeped, i checked and saw that Kenneth had sent me a text that Aisha's father has arrived the compound with the police.

I didn't waste much time, i grabbed the naked ekaette in front of me, then I placed her on my shoulders.

I took her out of her flat, then handed her over to the police. i told them she was the one who kidnapped aisha, and they hurriedly took her away.

I went back to get Aisha, and fortunately for us, we pushed through with the wedding.

While saying our wedding vows, i couldn't stop the tears flowing out of my eyes, aisha shed tears too.

The wedding was successful and everything went well.

Ekaette was sentenced to life imprisonment with hard labour. I didn't feel any remorse for her.

If she had been contented, she wouldn't have been in jail, she bíte more than she could chew.

A year after marrying Aisha, we went for an IVF from a professional doctor, and it was successful.

We gave birth to our first born, a beautiful baby girl who looked like me, but took aisha's fair complexion.

We loved our little princess dearly, and she was overpampered by me.

When our first daughter became two, Aisha started disturbing me for another IVF, she wanted to have another kid.

Being that the first process wasn't stressful, i agreed to it instantly.

We went for another IVF, and was fortunate to get twins at once, and they were boys.

My joy knew no bounds when aisha gave birth to them, I was so excited.

We were now having three children, a girl and two boys, and we stopped having more children.

The love i had for Aisha kept growing by the day, and she has been a lovely wife to me, and responsible mother to the kids.

THE END.

Written by ✍️ Authoress Martha Osahon.

Ebele

Chapter 7.

A DNA test was conducted and it was confirmed that Saint was the one that got Ebele pregnant. He is the father of Ikechi.

What do I do now? Ebele asked Onyema. Just give him a chance to be the father of your son. That way he can provide for you. Onyema said to Ebele.

Ebele decided to give Saint a Chance. Saint visited her daily at the provision store where she sold. He came and spent time with her and the baby.

This continued for weeks, until oneday Saint visited as usual, but this time he told Ebele that he wants her to start living with him.

The truth is that Ebele's house rent was almost due, and she has been looking for money to renew the rent, Her Aunt was the one paying the rent before she traveled out for her master's degree.

Ebele, even the neighborhood you are living in is not condusive. Come live with me, I will rent you a bigger store. I can even take you back to school. Saint told Ebele.

Ebele didn't reply him. I just want what's best for my son. Saint said.

I will think about it. Ebele said. It's okay. Saint didn't push it.

When Ebele returned home that day, she told Onyema what Saint offered her.

It's a good deal, maybe he is just trying to make up for hurting you. Onyema said. I don't know Onyema, I just feel like this is not right. Ebele said.

Maybe you are just over thinking this. Just give him a chance, Your rent will soon expire, maybe it's good you move in with him. Onyema said.

And then what? Ebele asked. He is the father of your child. Maybe with time, you will still talk to him to go meet your parents. Onyema said.

After few days, Ebele decided to move in with Saint. Saint had a big house. Fully furnished and structured.

He had three cars parked in the house. Everything felt new for Ebele.

Welcome home. Ebele. Saint said as Ebele walked in with her son.

You mean you live here alone? Ebele asked Saint. Yes, I do. Saint replied. What do you do? What's your job? Ebele curiously asked. I deal with crypto and Business. Saint said.

Crypto amd Business? Ebele asked. Yes. This is your room. You will be staying here with the baby. Saint said as he showed Ebele her room.

The room is a big one. Ebele has not called her friend Chidimma since she found out Chidimma lied to her.

Everything became different, Saint was so good to Ebele. He made sure she didn't lack anything.

Saint Made sure Ebele didn't stress herself in the house. He provided everything she needed.

I will be paying you monthly until we find a good location to open a new shop for you. Saint said to Ebele.

Everything was happening so fast, so Ebele didn't even have time to think.

Before opening a new shop for me, I think I need to go back to school. Ebele said to Saint. And Saint couldn't agree less.

I will put you in school. Saint said to Ebele. In less than four months of Ebele staying with Saint, she got admission in a school near the house. So she went from Home to school.

They relationship between Saint and Ebele was casual, Saint made sure not to make advances at Ebele. He was just connected to his son.

He didn't go to her room and she didn't come to his. They only meet at the living room.

It's been five months since Ebele started living with Saint, and A month since she started schooling again.

Oneday she came back from school with her son and started hearing some strange sound in the house. She thought that Saint was already home. So she called him from down stairs. But no one answered. She decided to follow the sound.

When she reached upstairs, she discovered that the sound was coming from Saint's bedroom.

"Saint are you there"? Ebele asked, there was no reply. She wanted to leave, but the sound became persistent. She had to forcefully open the door since she didn't have a key with her.

But when she entered the room, she saw nothing. There was nothing there. And it seemed like the sound stopped. But she knew she had a sound. It felt really strange.

Ebele looked around the room and saw nothing.
She was with her son. She was about to leave but then decided to look into Saint wardrobe, what she saw shocked her.

She saw a calabash and a picture of her son inside the calabash and a tortoise untop that picture, with a red rope around it.

That was the picture she sent to her best friend Chidimma few weeks after she gave birth to Ikechi.

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"THE EVIL MEN DO" — Episode 2

(Written by Dede of Africa)

Just as they were about to part ways, a black car screeched to a halt beside them. Tiwa and Adaora turned sharply, fear tightening their chests. Their breath caught.

From the car, two men stepped out. One of them smirked and said casually, “Hello pretty ladies, we need short time. How much do you charge?”

Tiwa’s hands trembled. Her voice barely found strength as she replied, “We’re not hookup girls, please.”

The men glanced at each other, laughed wickedly, then turned their predatory eyes back on the girls. “Story,” one of them sneered. “Enter jor, let’s go roll the night. We’ll give you girls plenty money.”

Tiwa and Adaora started moving backwards, uncertainty etched into their faces. They didn’t know whether to run or scream. The street was deserted, aside from the occasional car speeding past. The dim street lights, and silence stretched like a threat.

Tiwa looked at Adaora, signaling with her eyes — Run. These men were predators. But Adaora, already emotionally and physically drained from her earlier trauma, could barely feel her legs. Still, she nodded weakly.

As they turned to run, the men lunged like hungry tigers. Strong arms grabbed them roughly. One of the men laughed mockingly. “You think you can run? Hahaha! Since you don’t want money, we’ll do it for free!”

Their strength was overwhelming as they tried to force the girls into the car. Tiwa and Adaora screamed, but their voices were swallowed by the shadows of the night. No one heard. No one came.

Not far away, a man named Adekunle was driving home when something ahead caught his attention—shadows struggling in the distance. He slowed, turned his steering sharply toward them, and drove straight to the scene. His headlights flashed directly at the men.

Startled, the attackers quickly dropped the girls, jumped into their car, and sped off like ghosts in the night.

Adekunle parked and rushed toward them. Tiwa and Adaora were shaking, tears streaming down their cheeks.

“Are you okay?” he asked breathlessly. “What are you people doing out here at this hour?”

Tiwa tried to respond, but her voice cracked from screaming. “My friend wanted to go home… and I was on my way to the police station before… before those men came.”

Adekunle exhaled. “Alright… Let me drop you off. It’s not safe to walk alone at this time.”

Grateful, they nodded and got into the car. He didn’t say a word as he drove—the silence was heavy. He headed first to Adaora’s place. Just as they reached her compound, Adekunle’s phone rang. It was his wife.

“Hello, darling,” he answered just as Adaora said, “Thank you, sir,” and closed the car door behind her.

Silence.

Then came his wife’s voice—sharp and suspicious. "Did I just hear a woman’s voice? So the car I bought for you, you now use it to carry women up and down? Where are you?" Her voice climbed higher with each word.

Adekunle sighed, “Darling, calm down. I’ll explain everything, okay?"

But his wife wasn’t having it. “Explain what? You think I’m a ful, right?”

Adekunle ran his hand over his face and muttered under his breath, “What kind of wahala is this?”

Tiwa, seated beside him, had been fighting a sneeze, her body cold and tense. Finally, she couldn’t hold it—“Ah-choo!” The sneeze exploded. Embarrassed, she quickly said, “Sorry, sir.”

But Adekunle’s wife, who was still on the call and hadn’t hung up yet, screamed on hearing a woman's voice again. “Aaaah! Adekunle! You have finished me! Another woman?! Inside the car?! Just come home today, you will meet me!”

Before Adekunle would say anything, she ended the call angrily and stepped outside, standing at their front door, arms folded, waiting like a ticking bomb. Rage shimmered in her eyes.

Adekunle sighed again. He continued driving and then dropped Tiwa at the police station and drove off with a heavy heart.

Inside the station, Tiwa reported her brother’s disappearance.

A weary officer sighed. “We’ve received a report—about four boys and six girls picked up tonight by unknown masked men. We’re investigating. Hopefully, we’ll recover them soon. Go home. If your brother doesn’t return by tomorrow, come back.”

Her world collapsed. Tiwa stood frozen. Her brother? Possibly among the kidnapped? Tears welled up and streamed down her cheeks. She had heard stories—too many—of victims taken and never found.

As she exited the station, two officers whispered to themselves and smiled. One of them — a short, bald man — followed her out in a hurry.

“Hello, fine girl,” he said, approaching her.

Tiwa turned, surprised.

“You can’t go home alone like this, it's late” he said, flashing a fake smile. “Let me drop you.”

Still dazed and overwhelmed, she nodded. She got into his car, her thoughts consumed by worry. She didn’t notice how the officer’s eyes kept darting to her chest and then back to the road.

She turned—and caught him licking his lips, eyes fixed on her chest.

Only then did Tiwa realize she had left the house in a rush, wearing a loose top with nothing underneath. She immediately crossed her arms tightly over her chest, curling inwards.

Then she noticed something else.

Her heart skipped a beat.

She shouted, “This is not the road to my house!!”

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