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    Oh my goodness

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    Mr. Manager, You are already a dead man cos Tobi won’t hesitate to grind you

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    I pray Tobi gets there in time

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    Eii. I had a bad feeling about this work thingy….

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    episode 43
    Tobi rushes into the house frantically while
    screaming for Abena. He ran up the stairs
    and checked every room, slamming doors
    with anger and frustration.
    Listing a lot of colorful words under his
    breath, he checked the indoor pool and the
    cinema room. She was nowhere to be
    found. He screamed out of anger and rested
    on the wall wearily, doing what he never
    thought he would do.
    He cried.
    He screamed.
    He hit the wall over and over again until his
    knuckles bled.
    But she wasn’t home, and the only sound he
    could hear was his anger over the silence.
    He berated himself quickly. Throwing a pity
    party won’t bring his Abena back.
    His Abena.
    Shaking his head, he fished out his phone
    from his pocket and dialled Joseph’s
    “What’s up?” He heard his friend say over
    the phone.
    “She’s gone. She’s not home, I thought her
    appointment was tomorrow but I think it was
    moved to today. I’m so screwed right now!
    What am I supposed to do?” Tobi panted
    over the phone, wiping the tears that he
    allowed flow freely on his cheek.
    “Calm down man. This-.”
    “I can’t bloody calm down! What am I
    supposed to do admit!” Tobi roared in
    “Well I can’t tell you what to do if you don’t
    shut the hell up and listen to me!” Joseph
    “Sorry. Okay. What would I do? I’m not
    thinking clearly at all. Everything is just a
    jumbled mess in my head.” Tobi said quietly.
    “I know. But if we’re going to find her, you
    have to chill. First, call the police.” Joseph
    “The police? They won’t do anything. It’s
    not even up to twenty four bloody hours,
    they won’t take the case.” Tobi scratched
    his head in frustration and stomped his foot.
    “Oluwatobiloba! Calm the hell down!” Joseph
    shouted over the phone. “You’re Tobi
    Ademi. You own half of the police force.
    Make a call, tell them to bring some guys
    over, the good ones oh. Not those pussies
    who are usually afraid. I’ll come with
    “Francis. The private investigator guy?” Tobi
    said more calmly. He was now sitting down
    on the arm of a couch in the sitting room,
    checking his other phone for the number of
    the head of the police force.
    “Yes, that Francis. Get the police to come
    to your house, Francis, his guys and I would
    start coming right now.” He could hear
    Joseph stand up and some papers shuffling.
    “Don’t do anything stupid Tobi.”
    “Yes but what if you guys come too late and
    they’ve already taken her away. If I go now,
    I would be able to get to her before they
    “Of course, why not? Go into a den of
    kidnappers by yourself, and unarmed too.”
    Joseph replied, his voice dripping with
    sarcasm. “Take a drink and sit the hell
    down. Wait for me. I’ve already left the
    “I know. I understand. We’ll get her back, I
    promise. Just stay put and don’t do anything
    Tobi nodded although his friend couldn’t see
    “Tell your driver to step on it then.”

    Abena woke up in a large bus with a
    pounding headache. She felt dizzy, and
    every image in front of her seemed blurry.
    She rubbed her eyes as the events that
    happened earlier played in her mind. She
    suddenly began to panic. She looked around
    and saw other women just like her.

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    episode 44
    They all looked the same way she felt,
    drowsy and tired. Some were still asleep, but
    some were struggling to keep their eyes
    open. The bus wasn’t moving, she looked
    around, trying to find a way to plan her
    escape before she was shipped off to God
    knows where.
    She looked behind her, the modeling house
    was still in sight. She sat up slowly, ignoring
    the waves of pain that shot through her
    back. She cracked her neck and knuckles,
    feeling temporary relief, the craned her neck
    to get a better look at the door.
    She heard some men coming closer to her,
    so she leaned down on the uncomfortable
    leather seat and peered at them, being
    careful while trying to make herself invisble.
    One of them was holding a notepad and
    writing things down, the other one, that
    manager, was telling him something. She
    strained her ears to listen into their
    “I want them arranged according to how
    many months pregnant they are. I’ve put the
    tags on their backs-”
    Abena reached for her back and felt a piece
    of paper plastered to her shirt.
    “The nine months pregnant women would be
    dropped first at the brown warehouse, a
    doctor would be there to receive them, the
    couple that wants the child is flying in
    tomorrow. All the other ones should be
    taken into the smaller warehouse. Feed
    them well, so that by the time they’re due,
    the babies would be healthy enough for
    Her jaw dropped and her breath quickened.
    “You’re not coming with us to the east sir?”
    The smaller man asked.
    “No. I have urgent matters to attend to.
    Don’t make any mistakes or else, he would
    have my head.” The manager instructed
    “Yes sir.”
    “Ahmed would follow you, he’ll be driving.
    To make sure you don’t mess up. Get going
    in the next ten minutes.”
    The man nodded and scurried away.
    Ten minutes.
    She tried to stand up, then she noticed the
    chain fastened on her leg. She swore loudly
    earning the look of the manager.
    He just smirked at her, a smirk that she
    hated. A smirk that showed evil things to
    “You’re not going anywhere. So sit down,
    and enjoy the ride.”
    She placed her hand on her stomach, as
    though she could protect it.
    Protect her baby.
    She had heard about them on the evening
    news, they kidnapped pregnant women, and
    gave their babies up for adoption, for a price
    She shook her head in disgust. Why buy a
    baby when you could just adopt one?
    Then she looked back, as the bus started to
    move, and saw Tobi running frantically
    towards them.
    But he wasn’t fast enough.

    Tobi drove furiously towards the modelling
    house, two cars occupied by casually
    dressed police men and some of Francis’
    guys followed him in tow, trying desperately
    to keep up with his speed.
    Joseph sat beside him, shouting every time
    they almost hit a car or a person. He would
    have drove, but his leg was still bad. He had
    to wrestle with the doctor, literally, before
    he was allowed to leave.
    “There it is!” Joseph exclaimed as they
    pulled up sharply in front of the modelling
    house. Tobi ran out of his car, slamming the
    door harshly behind him, while Joseph folded
    his arms in anger; he would be missing all
    the action.

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    trouble coming, Tobi be fast

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    I pray dey get those bastard.

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