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    I know that Dora’s mum has been a bad woman but I think you need to get more closer to her if you must win the case

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    Wow interesting as ever

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    Go on

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    That’s nice… I guess Dora’s mum will help you a lot in the case against Subomi….
    I love that Jake guy.. So sweet and knows how to save every situation.. Darlene! Dnt loose that guy

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    i can imagine

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    episode 47

    “You are welcome to church.” An Usher greeted as I stepped into the ‘House of God’.
    Pastor Ben, the church parishioner was standing in the alley. He greeted me with a warm smile. “Hello Darlene”
    “You age slowly Pastor Ben.” I said full of commendation.
    He nodded, ruffling his grey beards. “It’s the lord’s doing.” He smiled. “I hear your step sister had her coming out yesterday.”
    “Yes Pastor. And I’d rather you call her my sister.” I replied with my tongue out.
    He smiled. “I always knew you would be this tough. Accepting a step sister as a ‘sister’ is tough.” He said, patting me on the shoulder. He stared hard ahead of me with a great deal of surprise in his eyes. “I see you brought a ‘lost sheep’ along.”
    I turned round to see Jake. He was wearing grey pants, pink checked shirt and a black shoe. Jake looked funny trying to dress official, his shirt had made a mess of everything. “Happy Sunday Pastor, I hope I still fit into ‘God’s society’.” He said, with his hands in his pockets.
    Pastor Ben was all smiles. “You are always welcome into ‘God’s society’; this is the only place you won’t be rejected.” He reached for Jake and hugged him. “I have missed you son.”
    “Me too, the church is all different. It’s been how many years since I last came here.” He said. They walked over to the instruments. “The Organ is all rusty.”
    Pastor Ben. “No one has played her in a while. She’s been here for years; we thought we would keep her as an antique.” He blew some dust away from the Organ’s Top with his mouth. “A church antique will do, right?”
    Jake dusted the Organ and tapped the chords gently. “They still come out good.”
    “You remind me of when you were fifteen Jake; you were so zealous for Christ. You would be here as early as six in the morning to play the Organ. Where did those years go?” Pastor Ben asked with a questioning look. I had tried to stay close to them as they talked.
    I watched as Jake bowed his head. He rose it, but not without tears in them. I was tempted to run to him. “It feels good to be back, Pastor Ben.”
    The tension between Jake and Pastor Ben pricked me so I stepped out for some air. I took a walk round the church. Children rushed into their classes for the Sunday school and adults strolled into the main auditorium. I took a quick peek into the church and Pastor Ben and Jake were no longer at the Organ. They had probably left for the parish office.
    I took my seat beside an elderly woman. Typically, as a youth, you dread seating beside an elderly Nigerian woman during a church service or any function that has a mixed audience in ages. I ‘technically’ regretted my choice to seat beside Mama Adeoti, one of the elderly women in the church. I had known her since I was a kid. She was the chief ‘Mrs. Nosy’ then; no information could pass without her noticing it. She criticized the lady who led the Praises and Worship; she said her skirt was too tight and that her rhythmic movements were to appease the congregation.
    I then said to her. “But Mama Adeoti, Lucy is wearing a robe. It is to reduce the effect of what you are saying.”
    She hissed. “Lucy is Lucifer’s daughter. Her skirt is too tight, and I can notice, FINAL.” She adjusted her half-mooned spectacles and peered further into the church. Mama Adeoti made me wonder if we weren’t committing more sin by talking about people’s dresses than ‘catching the sermon’.
    She shifted grounds to attacking Jake. “That honey Jake has changed. He used to wear suspender jeans when he was a kid, now I know he has a striped boxer under his pants.” I felt very uncomfortable. “And those biceps are too big, ‘Omo buruku’ she said in Yoruba, an indigenous Nigerian language meaning ‘Bad Child’. “I can see through his shirt. He should wear shirt sizes like Bishop Olu.”
    “BISHOP OLU???” I asked with a questioning gaze. Bishop Olu wore XXXL shirt. That man has his own seat in the church; Jake could kill Mama Adeoti for that!
    She snorted. “And then his hair is too full. He should have a clean cut; else I will be doing that for him with Veet removal cream.”
    “VEET???” I had had enough. I prayed earnestly for the service to come to a close as Mama Adeoti continued taking swipes at everyone including Pastor Ben.
    She nudged me in the waist when she noticed I was trying to ignore her. “Doesn’t Pastor Ben know he is getting old? He still wears fitted shirts. Last evangelism, he wore a Lacrosse Polo. My grandson isn’t allowed to wear Lacrosse yet.” She shoved her hand up. “We all need Jesus.”
    “You sure are right!” I said with a relief thinking she had halted her sermon and would give me room to listen to Pastor Ben preach.
    She smiled revealing her broken teeth. “Glad to have touched your life.”
    Yeah right! After Pastor Ben’s sermon which I struggled to listen to, no thanks to Mama Adeoti, I joined him outside the church.
    “You were heavily distracted by Mama Adeoti today. You should choose your seat properly next time.” He said.
    I nodded. He waved to some members as they exited the church.
    “So how is the case against Chidi Obi coming? The whole community is rooting for you to land that man behind bars, maybe justice can get served.”
    Chidi Obi had been involved in many illegal take-overs in the country. If not for being a clergy man, Pastor Ben might have led a riot against Chidi Obi in the event of an old people’s home donated by the church which Chidi Obi had bought several years ago and converted to a Strip Club. The Church didn’t have enough funds to put up a resistance to Chidi Obi, and it really hurt Pastor Ben who was a youth Pastor at that time.
    “I am optimistic, but everything seems to be going for Subomi. He has a very vast resume; I might have to wait some more years to top that.”
    Pastor Ben snapped. “Never mind, you’ve got God on your side, if you believe in him and learn to love and trust him more. Maybe you should come around more often.”
    I rolled my eyes. Pastor Ben was trying to lure me to church. “I am a busy lady.”
    “Too busy to serve God? Darlene, you might be beautiful, smart and a hot prospect, but without God, my dear, you are a waste.”
    WASTE!!! Now, that did hurt! Pastor Ben just ridiculed my standings. Humble pie swallowed! “I’ll see you around Pastor Ben.”
    “Speaking of which, there is a youth camp around the corner, I was thinking of inviting you to speak to some aspirants, they are really looking forward to having you minister to their lives, in the best way you can.” He said.
    I shrugged. “I’ll look at my schedule as soon as I get the invite. I have a busy week ahead, I am up against Subomi on Wednesday, and I have to take my leave now.” I said hastily.
    “God be with you child. All the best”
    I nodded in agreement. “Later sir”
    I joined Jake close to the car park. “Brother Jacob” I teased softly.
    “Sister Darlene” he replied laughing.
    I stared at him carefully. “Did you really come to church today? That’s a miracle.”
    He nodded. “I needed to talk to God.”
    “You can always do that in your room. Anyways, I appreciate your effort towards Dora’s coming out. It was special.”
    He smiled. “It was the least I could do.”
    “Hope you didn’t hit KP?” I asked, with a smile.
    He shrugged. “I didn’t have a reason to, except that the guy has a wrong impression about me, I like him.” He opened the door of his car. “Let’s go.”
    “I don’t want to go in your car.”
    He looked surprised. “Why is that?” he asked.
    “We came separately. I suggest we return in like.”
    He maintained the look. “Darlene, you are beginning to surprise me these days in your actions and words. What is the big deal if I drop you home? You never seemed to mind.”
    “Oh well, things change Jacob.”
    Jake sighed. “Okay, do you mind if I give you a ride?” he asked.
    “Gotcha! Look at your face, Jake. I was just kidding you.”
    He sighed and opened the door. “Okay then.” I got into the car and he closed the door after me. “Your joke was flat.” He started. “So, how’s the case against Subomi coming?” he asked as he started the engine.
    “Slowly, but surely”
    He smiled and drove off. “How about your driving lessons?”
    “Cetris paribus, I will be fit to carry a learner’s tag by tomorrow.” I replied, proudly. My smile was a large one.
    Jake laughed sarcastically.
    “Every artist was first an apprentice!” I retorted sharply, as I got the notion that Jake was trying to mock me.
    He nodded. “I know that. It’s just that this apprentice seems to me like an expert in every other thing. Do you really want to use a learner’s tag?”
    “Of course, I am a learner and I will use it until I am a professional. I intend to drive to the court on Wednesday.”
    Jake laughed. “You are such a joke! I guess you want to fail that case before you step up to Subomi.” He replied. I was surprised at his comment so I shot at him. “First, you WILL arrive late because you will be busy driving with a manual preset in your head from your driving school.” He continued. He swerved past a truck swiftly. “That’s something you won’t be able to do yet.” He said, sticking his tongue out at me. “Second, that will be social suicide; you don’t want the press seeing an ‘L’ tag behind your ride.”
    “What do I care about the press? I am only bothered about getting to the court late. I might leave the office two hours earlier.”
    Jake laughed harder. “If I get you right, you are gonna be driving for 2 hours for a 30-45 minutes journey. Darlene, swallow your pride and ask me to chauffeur you, I don’t charge much.” He said, revealing his teeth.
    I wore a grimace. “Dare might drop me off.”
    “Oh really, I see you guys are really getting close. Is he less offensive now?”
    I nodded in agreement. “Yes, he is a changed man.” ‘Changed man?’ Did I just say that?
    “Good for you. That will make your work much easier.” He said, as he turned into my street.
    He parked in front of the gate and opened the car door for me. “Here you go madam. I’ll call you later.” He said.
    Jake appeared not to care too much about me saying that Dare might be taking me to the court house. That bothered me. He dropped me off and didn’t even suggest wanting to come in and that seemed totally unlike Jacob. I could place a bet now that something was under the rocks between him and Dora.
    “Jake…erm…um….it’s okay. Later.”
    He smiled. “Darlene, you don’t stutter with me. What’s up?”
    “Nothing, I am just a bit tired. Thanks for dropping me home.”
    He jumped into the car. “I’ll see you later then.”
    Was that all? “Won’t you say ‘hello’ to Dora?” I asked dumbly. First sign of obvious jealousy!
    Jake grinned as though he had ‘got me’. “We talk all the time. I’ll call her.” He replied and drove off.
    “ We talk all the time. I’ll call her” I mimicked as I pressed the bell.

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    episode 48

    KP and Dora were having lunch in the garden. They looked happy. At least, that’s what I think I saw. “Did you guys go to church?” I asked as I approached them.
    “We did. Please join us for lunch.” KP offered.
    I smiled faintly. “I have a lot to do. Have fun guys.” I replied. Dora didn’t say a word as she returned to her lunch. “Hi Dora”
    “Hi sis.” She replied quietly.
    I probed her with my look. “Are you alright?”
    “Yes, I am good” she replied with a quick nod.
    I shrugged and walked away. I immediately turned on my laptop and sent a message to the manager of the hotel where I intended to lodge Sameer. In the spirit of Muslim festive season, Sameer had insisted in wearing his turban into the country. I was trying to hide him from Chidi Obi’s guys. He wouldn’t bulge.
    He had said on our conversation on Skype. “Insha Allah, I will be in this Turban.” He said, displaying his Red and White Turban.
    “It’s for your safety, Sameer.” I pleaded.
    He smiled. “If I die because of this, it’s for a good cause. Barka da Sallah”
    A staunch Muslim faithful can’t be unnerved. I immediately dialed Tom Frost, the American that owned the exquisite ‘Emerald Hotels and Suites’ he had been a friend of the family for a while now. So I had asked him for a favour to bring Sameer in from Dubai from his trip as an escort. Sameer was dressed like a Muslim lady as he had insisted that he wanted his Turban on.
    Fifteen minutes later, Tom’s call came in. “Emerald Hotels Check! Suite 105.”
    “Copy.” I replied and cut the call. I was a bit skeptical about Sameer’s safety. I didn’t want his location compromised. I was going to meet up with them at the hotel in about an hour. I trusted Tom Frost to be a good host, but I wanted to see Sameer. I called a cab to pick me up.
    I arrived at the hotel in about 45 minutes and went up to Suite 501. Tom Frost had told me the Suite in reverse as 105 just in case we had a situation.
    “Darlene Williams.” Sameer said as I stepped in with Tom Frost. “Good friend Tom here has been helpful.” He said, smiling at Tom.
    We ordered a bottle of champagne as we started our discussion. “How was your flight?”
    “Swift. Thanks for the first class treatment.”
    I smiled. “You are welcome. All I want is for the truth to be told.”
    “Obi is a bad man. He robbed Mr. Davis and I want to see him pay for his crimes.”
    We spoke at length before I decided to leave the hotel. “Please I want you to stay safe Sameer. No wanderings and please do your prayers indoors. After Wednesday, you’ll be free to return to Dubai.”
    “Thanks a lot, Darlene.” He said. “I’ll be careful.” He added.
    I left for the bar where Mr. Davis was waiting.
    “How is the witness?” he asked.
    I took a seat. “He is in good spirits. I advise we stay away from this hotel till the case is over; I don’t want us traced to Sameer. He is our only lifeline.”
    “In that case, I suggest we take our leave. I am scared of my grand daughter’s life being in danger.” He said, standing up. “I just want my family safe.”
    I could understand Mr. Davis’s plight. Dotun and Wura had a baby girl, any crook would go after the weak link and probably have the child kidnapped or harmed. “Why don’t you fly them out?”
    “I already made arrangements for them to love the country tomorrow, but I am concerned, there’s a lot of hours from tonight till tomorrow for Obi to strike.” He said as we strolled out. “How tight is Sameer’s security?”
    I rubbed my chin. “A guy is sharing his suite; two guys are staying opposite his Suite. I have some guys opposite the hotel watching from a distance. There’s a standby get-away vehicle just in case we get compromised.” I continued as I briefed him on the security details.
    “Safe to say, Sameer is well guarded.”
    I nodded in agreement. “I have the best guys in the country guarding him. Just keep your family safe, Sameer will be fine, Insha Allah.” We chuckled softly and approached his Car.
    Gunshots went off immediately from the pent suite of the hotel. Tunji Davis and I ducked quickly behind his car as we tried to hide. I stared at the shattered blood stain glass and it could only mean one thing, Sameer had been killed. Now we had to take cover. Tunji Davis and I tried to get into the car and he sped off.
    “We are been chased, Mr. Davis.” I bleated.
    He took a quick peek through his mirror. “Reach for the glove box and get my gun. That should distract them a bit, I guess.”
    I tried reaching for the gun. “Here” I pointed it at him.
    “Shoot at them”
    I shook my head in disagreement. “I don’t know how to use a gun.” I begged.
    “Oh my God.” He sighed. “Please dial Dotun and tell him to vacate the house as soon as possible.”
    I immediately delivered the message to Mr. Davis’s son. Oil money is no joke! People kill for Oil. I sent a distress call to the police and tried calling my Dad.
    “What is it, Darlene?” he asked desperately.
    “Dad, we are being chased by some assassins.” I cried into the receiver.
    “Your location.”
    I immediately provided him with the location and dropped the call. I slid over to the back seat and watched the vehicles chasing us frantically. Mr. Davis maintained a speed of 200km/hr and above and he was doing fine.
    Two vehicles were soon catching up and then we received a call from the police instructing us to lead them into an ambush. We drove right into the lonely dark street where the police men were in waiting and then turned off the engine. The vehicles stopped behind us. I said the ‘Lord’s Prayer’ repeatedly as some men approached Mr. Davis car from the parked vehicles.
    Mr. Davis smiled. “It was nice working with you.”
    I smiled back boldly. Gunshots went off bodies dropped like Dead birds that were hunted down. After there was calm, there was a light tap on the window.
    “It’s the police here. You can come out.”
    We remained in the car and didn’t unlock it. If they were police indeed, there had to be a proof. My phone vibrated. I had put it on the vibrating mode immediately the chase started. Dad was calling.
    “It is the Police honey, you guys can come out.”
    I wasn’t convinced. “How can you be so sure?”
    “I just got a call from them that you are refusing to step out of the car.” He replied. I stared through the tinted glass and saw Police officers surrounding the vehicle and some taking notes of the killed men.
    Mr. Davis held his rifle boldly and pushed the door open. He shot into the air and the Police scrambled to the floor. I joined him outside staring at dead bodies of the assassins who chased us.
    “Hi Darlene.” One of the police officers said.
    I turned to see his face. “Hey, I remember you. Officer Philip, right?”
    He nodded with a smile. “Ya. How’s Jake Behaving?”
    “He’s been good since community service.”
    He raised an eyebrow. “For real? That guy doesn’t seem to me like one to change from his ways. He is a trouble shooter.”
    We both laughed. We were escorted home in the Police Van by Officer Philip. We dropped Mr. Davis off first, luckily, Dotun and his family had fled instantly on his Dad’s order. They had a chopper on their pent house so fleeing wasn’t a big deal for them.
    I rushed into Dad’s arm as soon as I got down from the truck. “It’s okay my angel, this is just a few of the slight things you might face as a lawyer.”
    I released myself from the hug. “Dad???”
    He smiled. “Of course D, what did you expect? We are talking about Oil here, that’s a demon on its own. So much money is involved baby.”
    I frowned.
    “Okay, I am sorry. Are you alright?”
    I nodded. “Yes I am. Thanks Dad.”
    Jake pulled up in his car and rushed to me. “Are you okay?”
    “How did you hear about it?”
    He hissed and hugged me. “What do you care?” Jake and I left for the house while Dad spoke to the Policemen. Dora was waiting in the hallway.
    “Darlene!” she said ecstatically and hugged me. “You had me scared to death.”
    ‘Yeah yeah…perfect chance to have my life in total, Jake would be all yours if I had died’ I thought. I released myself from the hug. “I am fine now. I need to take a shower.” I said, leaving for the stairs.
    “I will make you something to drink.”
    I shrugged. “I don’t think I want anything.”
    “Come on D, you need to take something.” She urged.
    I rolled my eyes. “I am too terrified to eat.” I replied.
    “Darlene, you need something.” Jake said.
    I raise my hand up in defeat. “Fine.” I said and left for my room.
    I knelt down and offered a prayer to God for keeping me alive. I then put a call through to Tom’s phone. It went to the answering machine. “Sameer…” I murmured softly and broke down in tears. I had grown fond of my Arabian Witness. I loved his faith, will and strength and now he was no more. I remember him saying that if he died for this cause, it would be noble. How more noble could a man be? I thought.
    There was a light knock on my door. I opened it and saw Dare standing before me. I hugged him tightly.
    “I am sorry.” He said, as he wiped my tears.
    “I was so scared.” I confessed to him.
    Jake cleared his throat as he placed a glass of juice on the table. He had brought Dare upstairs and was standing behind Dare when I hugged him. “I’ll be in the kitchen.” He said, and closed the door after him.
    I led Dare to a seat. He cleared his throat and started, “Sameer is…”
    “Don’t bother.” I said, sniffling.
    He took a deep breath. “Sameer is in my house.”
    I widened my eyes and smiled with so much joy. “Are you sure?”
    He nodded smiling. “Yes, Tom brought him over. They killed some guys and had to flee, luckily, they called the Firm and I picked them up.”
    I hugged Dare again. “Thank you” I whispered.
    “Darlene, I love you and I don’t want you to get hurt.” He said. I slowly released myself from the hug and cleared my throat. “Could you please pass the juice?” I requested.
    Dare nodded and passed the glass of juice. “I’ll be downstairs.” He said and left for the door.
    “Dare.” I called. He paused as he held the door knob. “Please don’t go.” He stared at me. “At least not now, I am a bit scared. Everything freaks me out now.”
    He sighed and took his seat. I stayed close to him and leaned on his shoulder into the night.

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    this is critical

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