Jasper stood, his gin in his hand as he silently pace to and fro in fury, gulping down the gin. It was noon and the Arena was as quiet as usual, he watched his accomplices stare at him in dismay, wondering what could have struck their boss.
"The man never pay the money! What an insult to my face, shey na beg we wan dey beg. And I no wan shed blood, I for don kill him wife make she don go sempe. He be like sey he value money than he value him wife. " Jasper said crossly.
"Oga! Why we never kill the woman sef, if he no gree, make we kill am! " Sharpshooter suggested, his t-shirt betraying his belly for his bellybutton was bare.
"Boss, I had a dream last night, I feel the police will catch up with us soon." Ebube mumbled. He held his face in his hands as Jasper angrily slapped him.
"I, Jasper police no sabi catch up with me, I'm no quack in this business! You must have been five years old when I started this. Keep your dreams to yourself, I no wan hear such from you again! " Jasper warned.
"Na you oh! No other person but you, you lead, we all follow! Let's give the man a week, he fit turn up. " Sharpshooter said, whisking a bottle of local gin from the ground.
Wondering what next he was to do, he paced. It was two weeks already and she was still there, ruffled and forlorn. She ate twice or once a day, they couldn't afford much for they all had little to do too.
Jasper hissed, remembering the freaking coward telling him he quit after two weeks, he had blamed and chastised his friend Sola whose name was spider at the Arena who had brought him over.
"After all these, I will deal with him! " he concluded, glancing at the room Samantha Benson was. They could still hear her whimper with her stifled voice.
He took up another gin from the table beside him, rose up, settling on the fence as he fumed more strategizing on what he ought to do and what his plans will be.
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Picking up the already washed dishes, Tinuke Damijo worriedly cleaned with a napkin in her right hand . Her gloomy face kept staring at the plates, one could wonder if she was busy for she stood for minutes drying a plate alone. Her phone beeped yet she stood, oblivious to its sound.
At a moment, she sighed heavily with her left hand on her chests tears welled up in her eyes. The thought of she not seeing her friend for weeks made her flinch more. The police who she had relied on so far had nothing to offer for their investigation proved futile so far. They had kept on persisting on the word we are working on it . She had scary nightmares of Samantha crying out for help with her arms and legs tied. At a moment she saw her friend laugh and at a flash, Samantha had burst into tears. Both had hug tight and she disappeared into thin air. These were all mares, to her this indicates death and the thought of death, a journey of no return made her shiver more in fear .
With her eyes closed, reminisces flooded her mind as she reclined on wonderful times with her friend.
"Hey baby? You've spent much time here, what are you up to?" a voice asked, a man in Nike shirt and trouser stepped in, his eyes roamed the kitchen. Stepping further, he had his arms round her waist.
"Ohh Stephen !" Tinuke gasped amidst tears, whimpering silently
"What's wrong darling? Why the tears? " he asked
"Stephen, it's been weeks I've seen her, I feel so worried. What if she's dead and I can't set my eyes on her anymore? I wish I could help, I don't know what to do. " Tinuke mumbled.
"You've got to take things easy, we will sort things out, we should speak to Chris for he's better off. I wonder why he hasn't met his demands at least to save his wife's life and remember the cops are on it. "
"The cops? They hardly have anything to show for two weeks now! They've got nothing to offer. I feel so useless. That I can't help out my friend, "
"You are helping too, you've to calm down you know. We'd sort things out.... Wait! Shouldn't that be in the microwave? "Stephen asked, pointing at a covered plate which definitely had food in it. He could see the microwave was switched on, that which was to be placed in it was on the cabinet, having a recess or quite time to itself.
"Oops, my bad! I've been here just pondering on the kidnap issue. I switched on the microwave? Jeez! " Tinuke laughed, realizing she was unaware of that which she has been doing.
"And your phone just beeped, you should check it out. " Stephen suggested, clearing the plates.
Whisking the phone from the cabinet, her heart skipped a beat when she saw Chris's missed calls, he had called five times already. She sighed, realizing her phone has been on silent mode.
"It's Chris! Sammie's husband! " Tinuke yelped out........
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The man never pay the money- the man hasnt paid the money
shey na beg we wan dey beg. And I no wan shed blood - do I have to beg? And I don't want to kill oh
He be like sey he value money than he value him wife- it's like he value his money than he value his wife
Oga! Why we never kill the woman sef, if he no gree, make we kill am-oga, why haven't we kill the woman, if he doesn't agree, let's do
Jasper police no sabi catch up with me - I can't be caught by the police
I no wan hear such from you again! - I don't want to hear such from you anymore!
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Trapped
General FictionTRAPPED (Three stories woven into one) centres on disparate lives of some characters as they thoroughly battle with issues concerning their lives. Samantha Benson, a successful woman and owner of RITEL, a non-governmental organization becomes troub...
