TARASHA

This story is about a Lady Assassin who was
trained in Russia, specially skilled in the art and
carrying out the job with no fears, restraints or
apologies.
She became so powerful and was greatly feared
by several of her male counterparts, including
some of the masters who trained her. She hated
so many things, God was number one on her
hatred list.
She came down to Nigeria and was still involved
in her profession until she met someone who
was willing to help her start a new life.
But people from the past came into her life
bringing back old memories. Then she met her
match, another fierce assassin

PROLOGUE
The leaves spread out widely, gladly receiving
the heat from the sun as they stuck firmly to
their respective branches on the different trees.
The wind contributed to the happiness of the
living things as it blew heavily across the forest
occasionally, making some of the lighter
branches collide against the stems of taller trees
and other unmoving branches.
Danjuma cleared the way for his wife who
followed him happily as they took a stroll around
the forest, he stopped when he got to a cleared
path and waited for her to catch up with him.
They smiled at each other as they continued
walking through the forest hand in hand,
recalling how they met for the first time in that
same forest.
Ten years ago, Danjuma and two of his
colleagues had come for a research on wildlife in
the forest, they were inspecting a special breed
of lizards when they noticed a movement at a
thick bush opposite their direction, they paused
to observe properly. At first, they thought it was
a wild animal that hid behind the bushes and
they brought out their defence weapons, ready to
attack whatever it was. However, it didn’t take
long before a young lady in a Doctor’s coat
appeared, three of her colleagues who appeared
to be Doctors too followed. Lydia and her team
had come to collect some special herbs for the
manufacturing of drugs required to cure an
epidemic disease that troubled the village close
to the forest.
Danjuma got happily married to Lydia in Lagos
two years after they met. They had their first boy
in the same year they got married and had given
birth to two other boys after. After living in
Lagos for eight years, Danjuma relocated with
his family to Borno State.
Nine years later, Danjuma brought his wife to
that same forest on their wedding anniversary
hoping to bring back good memories of the past
to her which he succeeded at, as Lydia clearly
showed her delight while they walked through
the forest together.
‘Wow’ Lydia released her hand from Danjuma’s
grip and ran forward playfully, turning round a
spot. She laughed happily as she looked at the
sky, making her long hair fall backwards.
Danjuma followed after her and wrapped his
hand around her body. He looked straight into
her eyes, and placed a kiss on her cheeks
‘Nine years ago, I was standing here when I …’
‘Shhh… Quiet’ Danjuma hushed, ‘let’s just enjoy
this silence and the cool breeze’
‘I …’ A cry interrupted her and she paused to
listen carefully. The cry became louder, it was
the cry of an infant.
The couple looked at each for a moment before
they traced the sound carefully. They saw a
woman lying helplessly under a tree with a baby
laid on a wrapper spread beside her. The couple
quickly rushed to the scene.
The lady, actually a teenager was almost gasping
for breath when they got to her. A faint smile
appeared on her face as she saw the couple, she
turned her face to look at the baby and looked
back at the couple.
‘Her name is…’ She coughed out heavily.
Deborah knelt beside the teenager and gently
placed her back on her hand, trying to calm her
down. ‘What happened?’
‘I named her Omotara’ the teenager struggled to
speak.