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09Mar/16

JUMAI Episode 1

Mark Ademola looked through the window of the plane as it continued its descent. The atmosphere was clear, it was going to be an uneventful end to an uneventful flight, which was good. He was back to his world, the place where he belonged.

Lagos was home; crazy and sometimes frustrating but home all the same.

He craned his neck to see if he could spot his street or his house. It was a habit he had that was yet to yield any results. Though he saw several roads and several houses, he never saw his own. Leaning back in his seat, he wondered why he kept trying; it was never going to happen.

A few minutes later the plane stopped and the ‘fasten seatbelt’ sign went off.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Murtala Muhammed Airport, Lagos.” The Captain announced. “The time is 9:15am…”

Mark ignored the mumbling Pilot and unfastened his seatbelt. It was crazy that he still needed to go to the office after the strenuous week he just had but that was his life. He stood from his seat and reached for the overhead cabinet. He opened it and removed his luggage.

Chop! Chop! Let’s go.

“Could you help me get my bag, please?” A rather compelling female voice called from behind him.

He looked back to see who the voice belonged to. He stopped at the sight that faced him. She looked at him with the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen.
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12Feb/16

Dear Daughters #LettersOfTheHeart

A FATHERS WORDS
A(nother) letter to my Lovies
I know what you are thinking, I have written and spoken so much
“Father’s words’. Well, at my last check, it hasn’t killed you; quite
the contrary in fact; so again I write. One letter to three of you,
three letters to each of you-That you may learn lessons from and of
one another. Temi, Desola & Olaolu, I give you (yet again)…A Father’s
Words
Having three daughters is the dream. I remember when I began to moot
the idea and a lot of friends thought it weird, which normal African
man doesn’t want sons? I was lucky. Your mother liked the idea so here
we are; in hindsight, I think it is a great one. But i cannot deny, i
had real fears, how was i going to be able to raise decent young women
in a world that was fast decaying; would I be able to shield them
against the virulent pervasion that was consuming the world; looking
at three of you, I know without a doubt that God’s hands was behind it
all; Incontrovertibly so.
Temiloluwa, you are a pride of a daughter, I can’t stop thanking God
for you. Truth be told, you kind of remind me of your big Uncle Vic.
He was reputed to be everyone’s delight too. The way you organize and
marshal everything, and those awards that you always receive from
school- they really should consider changing Best Student Award to The
Temiloluwa Award. I like David too, that young man you have an eye
for. He is a good chap but I fear that while expecting him to make a
move, you unwittingly push him away. You see, good guys like David are
rare. They combine a mixture of traits that serve advantages and
disadvantages. He is confident but conservative. He is focused and
kind-hearted but most importantly he is sensitive to what you say and
do. I agree with you that he really likes you but i don’t think he
doesn’t know what he wants. You see, the little things you say and
think do not have any meaning get into his mind and make a deposit.
Last week you said what you really wanted to focus on without
distractions was building your global women’s rights group. A man like
David hears that and thinks “maybe she is not ready”. Another time you
teased him about all those his girls- Don’t be surprised he’s thinking
“maybe she just wants to be friends and not be the girl”. I once had a
female friend like that-immediately after secondary school; I liked
her a bit and was considering asking her about a relationship. But she
kept on yapping on how she wasn’t a fan of distance relationships. For
a young man heading off to university, I took that as a hint
(THANKFULLY to be honest) and left that. Years later, I learnt she was
actually expecting me to say something and I didn’t. My point is,
don’t give mixed signals. Say what you mean and mean what you say. I
know you well enough to not bother counselling you to however, not
sell yourself cheap. And if what I see in David’s eyes is what i think
it is, He will wait. And you will have each other. Just don’t make
each other waste time.
Desola, My Iron Lady. Your intolerance for foolishness combined with
the kindness of your heart makes me admire you ALWAYS. You question
anything and everything. The only thing that makes that not scary for
me is that Jesus has captured your heart from the beginning. But you
have friends I have words for. You see in my days, young people
swooned over Hollywood movies. But they made a costly assumption; they
felt Hollywood was a window to the ‘civilised’ society. It was in some
ways, but in others it really wasn’t. Hollywood was the forefront of
moral decadence in the US but they thought it was a reflection of the
general society. So they westernized their morality after the
Hollywood fashion. So much so that chastity became a thing to be
“ashamed” about. Some even took it further to suggest in their
dimension of feminism that it was a ploy to suppress women considering
that men seemed to get away with it. Even the ‘good’ girls started
wanting ‘experienced’ men on their wedding night- I wonder where they
wanted them to receive the experience from. Let your voice continue
to be loud, firm in what you believe. The discipline in waiting brews
a control for staying. Just look around at the divorce rates; see how
much emanated from infidelity. Some from my days felt they had made mistakes and made decisions- decisions which I am happy to say turned out a beautiful life for them, some others felt it didn’t matter and I guess they are fine too. They say we are old fashioned; yes we
are. But that’s only because our reason is different from theirs. They
did it for culture; even religion. We do it for dedication to our
faith. With you, I am hardly fearful; you have made a life of standing
for what you believe is right, even when you stand against the whole
world.  Boss Lady, Your Father salutes you!
Olauluwa my baby! Growing up the child of public figures cannot be
easy and I know it. Being Temi and Desola’s sister probably doesn’t
help; for many this could be an unbearable pressure but not my baby!
You keep slaying left right and centre. I have a concern though. I
fear that you do what is ‘proper’. You do things you think we like. We actually do like them but My darling, you are too young to
make heavy sacrifices for your family. You remind me of a character in
a popular movie in my childhood- The Lion King. The princess got to a
point where she had to ask “If there is so much I must be, Can i still
just be me, the way I am? Can i trust in my own heart or am i just one
part of some big plan?” Well, Olaoluwapemi Farra Amina, daughter of Adekunle. I
tell you today, no plan of anyone- not mine, not your mother’s, not
your sisters can/should supersede your own personal plans. Spread your
wings Sugar, Fly and Soar. Do exactly what you want so far you have
considered it well and reckon it to be right. You can be assured that
in your daddy you will find a smile of love, a twinkle of approval and
a wink of affection.

It will be Valentine’s in a few days. I wrote this letter and planned
that you would read it just before your mother and I return from our
outing. We have news. The Lord has done it! Actually more like The
Lord-Featuring Your Mum and I. You are (finally) getting a baby
Brother!
Love you all, Lovies. Really Really do.

07Feb/16

Dear PLF #LettersOfTheHeart

Dear PLF,
Hardly does a day go by without me  thinking of you or wondering what you are up to… and when I do, I soak you in prayer. I know it makes no sense but I miss you. Oh I miss you so much… not being able to share the numerous things I am thinking, the plans, dreams and desires. I know it won’t be long now… we will meet up and we will know… a knowing click*winks*.

This letter is a promise. I promise to love you through thick and thin. When we have so much and when we have to be careful with expenses. I promise to be strong for you when you need me to.

Yes I can fuss and be a drama queen sometimes  (am a woman you know *winks*)… but I promise to pray for you every single day as long as God gives me breath. I promise to dress special for you everyday so no outside woman holds any appeal.

PLF, I assure you our home will be full of love… so much love you that anyone who comes can you cut a slice of it and it doesn’t affect us. Oh if only you know the designs I have for our house… thWLFnterior designs. I know that once I share it with you… You will give me full approval… it’s badt like that. *double winks*.

Our children will be blessings for God will pour His Spirit on them. They will be joy to us and we shall delight in them all our days. Our son shall grow up strong and loving like you. Our daughter shall be sweet and caring like me. *winks*.

I promise to support your dreams and projects even when I don’t understand them… I trust Abba to stir you right. I promise to never go to bed with an angry heart… no room for cracks. I promise to find one reason everyday to fall in love with you again.

Darling PLF, I can’t exhaust all my promises here… some are private. But I assure you under God you will thank God for me everyday as I will for you.

P. S: Your favour doubles because I am a good thing and the crown on your head. I love you today and I will always love you.

Your WLF

PS. I asked and PLF means, Priest, Lover, Friend. You knew already, right? Yeah, I didn’t think so. 😁

25Jan/16

THE HAUNTED ASSEMBLY 10

Adam knew trouble when he saw one. Unfortunately he was not only seeing this one, he was living He should have seen it coming. He tried again to untie his hands, it was not working. Hassan had tied him very tightly to the chair. If he was going to escape or survive this, he would need a miracle. He looked at Hameed’s body on the floor, he should have known. Hameed was erratic, emotional, crazy but he was not as calculated to pull off all the murders without getting caught. He should have known.
He could not die. Not yet. If he died, it would most likely mean Kate would die too.
Ese! He could not die without seeing his child.
“Hey!” He screamed.
Hassan strode into the room, a smile on his face.
“What do you want?”
“Look, I don’t beg criminals, I’d rather die but…”
Hassan laughed. “I knew there was a but coming.”
Adam shook his head, he hated that he had to do this. “My wife is in the hospital right now having a baby.”
“Aww, congratulations. It’s sad your wife has to raise that child alone.”
“What’s your plan here?” Adam asked. “Kill us and return to your life? All my detectives are out looking for you. They know you are the killer. You won’t last a day out there.”
Hassan leaned on the wall, the smile still plastered on his face. Looking at him now Adam could not believe he had not suspected him. It was obvious the devil himself lived inside of him.
“Here’s my plan Detective. I will kill you, that’s a given. Then I will travel to Niger Republic where I have friends. I will take Kate with me of course, I have become quite fond of her. I will marry her and we will travel the world together.”

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22Jan/16

THE HAUNTED ASSEMBLY 9

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Hameed had been gone for about six hours and the whole of Abuja was looking for him. Adam was not sure how the press got news of the search but it was being broadcast on almost every station. Several people had called in saying they saw him but like Adam expected, they were all bogus calls. Hameed did not look like someone who was smart enough to pull off an escape. Especially now his father seemed to be fed up with him and had stopped helping him. At least that was what he said.
They had checked everywhere they thought he could hide. Except for his uncle’s place. Getting access into the house had not been easy to get. Honourable Hassan had reminded them of his position and blatantly refused them access. General Galadima had intervened though but Adam was not sure if it was worth the effort.
“Remind me why we are here again.” Kate said.
“I’m beginning to wonder myself. Hameed can’t be hiding here, it doesn’t make sense.”
“So why are we here then?”
“Did you see how the Honourable was reluctant to let us in? I just think there’s something he is hiding.”
“I hope something turns up soon. Hameed gets farther away with every minute we waste here.”
He knew she was right but it all did not sit well with him. Hameed was one of his first suspects but now that he looked more and more like the killer he could not help but wonder if he was wrong. Why would he run if he was innocent? His running away still confused him. And there was the part of the General calling him a coward. What was all that about?
“Detective, how goes the search?” It was Honourable Hassan.
“We’ll be out of here as soon as we can Honourable.” Adam said.
“How well do you know Hameed sir?” Kate asked.
“Like a brother.” Honourable Hassan said with a smile. “To be honest I’m sort of surprised he could do all you are accusing him of.”
Adam looked at the Honourable, maybe he was his chance to finally get something on General Galadima.
“How long have you known Hameed for? General Galadima too?”
“Long enough to know the General will be very upset right now.” Hassan replied.
That answer was not what Adam wanted but he could not come out to ask his question clearly. “Did you know Hameed when he was younger – say in secondary school?”
“Yeah I did. I call him my nephew but you know I’m not a Galadima and I’m not his mother’s brother either. I lived with them since I was a kid though.”
Adam was getting closer to what he wanted. “So you lived in Bida too?”
Hassan paused. “Yes I did. Hameed was quite young then though.”
If Hassan was young then he was right about General Galadima.
“He wasn’t too young though.” Honourable Hassan added. “Maybe about eighteen. Why do you ask?”
Eighteen wasn’t too young. Did it mean Hameed could have committed the murder? His father had called him a coward. Could a coward kill people the way Hameed did?
“Detective?”
“I’m sorry, my mind had wandered. There was a murder in Bida, similar to the one of Senator Halima, did you know about it?”
Hassan shot Adam a look, Adam knew he had hit a nerve.

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20Jan/16

THE HAUNTED ASSEMBLY 8

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Adam paced around the house. He could hear Kate’s voice through the bedroom door as she talked with Ese. He had a decision to make, one he had to make very fast. Telling the doctor he would take some days off to take care of his wife sounded like a chivalrous thing to do at the time, now it just sounded stupid. There was a dead body he should be attending to.

What was he doing anyway? It wasn’t like he could take care of a pregnant woman. His panic at the false labour was enough proof of that.

The bedroom door opened and he turned around to see Kate.

“How is she?” Adam asked.

She ignored his question. “What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know yet. How is she?”

“I can’t answer that question until I know what you’re going to do.”

Adam held her hand and drew her away from the door.

“What do you expect me to do? I can’t tell my wife I’m leaving her but I can’t leave the case right now. They just found another body.”

“I know, I know, but still you have to make up your mind. The sooner the better.”

“You don’t seem to…”

His phone rang, it was Detective Samson.

“Detective?”

“Sir, we are waiting for you. We may not be able to hold off the press for much longer.”

“I’ll be with you soon.” He ended the call.

“So you’re going then?” Kate asked.

“Just for now. I will check the body, tell them what to do and come back home.”

Kate smiled. “Good luck explaining that to your wife.”

She was right. He knew better than anyone that there was no way a detective will see a dead body and turn around. What was he supposed to do?

His phone rang again.

“Samson, I said you should wait!”

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18Jan/16

THE HAUNTED ASSEMBLY 7

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First stop: the Yellow House.

Adam flashed his ID more than ten times before he got to the cell where Senator Bello had been held. He had wanted to go immediately he saw the news but Ese had forbidden him from leaving the house. He kind of wished he had defied her because now he barely had anything. The body had been taken down and he was sure he was already buried. But he had to check, there was a chance he could find something yet.

He entered the cell and looked around. It was not a regular cell, it was way cleaner and more comfortable than any cell he had ever entered. Apparently, a senator still had some privileges even in detention. There was a mattress but the bedsheet was gone. He looked at the ceiling, there was a hook where a fan used to hang. It was stupid to leave something like that in a cell but then it was not very often that VIP prisoners took their own lives.

Why did he do it? The question had eaten at him since he heard about the suicide. If Senator Bello was innocent as he believed he was, why would he take his own life? Was there foul play? Did somebody kill him and make it look like a suicide.

He looked outside the cell, a guard stood watching him.

“Hey.” Adam called him.

He looked at Adam but did not move.

“Were you here when they found the body?”

“Yes sir.” He said and looked away.

Adam came out of the cell and walked to the guard. The guard shifted uneasily, he did not meet Adam’s gaze. Adam was sure he would not have answered any of his questions if he knew he could get away with not answering.

“When did you start working here?” Adam asked.

“Two years ago sir.”

“How many people have used this cell?” Adam pointed to the cell that had housed Senator Bello.

“I’m not sure. Maybe one or two.”

Adam nodded. “Tell me what happened yesterday before the body was found.”

The guard shifted from foot to foot. He did not want to talk, it made Adam want to hear what he had to say even more. He considered how to get what he wanted. He could threaten him like everybody in Abuja did. Or he could try another method.

“What’s your name?” Adam asked.

“Lekan Sadiq.”

“Okay Sadiq, you know who I am. I can offer you a job at the CIB and I assure you we pay better and you won’t spend all your days in this depressing place.”

It did not look like Sadiq was completely convinced but the offer had an effect on him.

“Just tell me what happened here yesterday Sadiq.”

“I love my job here,” He leaned closer to Adam. “If I lose it somehow, I’m holding you to that offer. But I’m not telling you this because of the job.”

“Sure, just help me understand what happened here.”

“The Senator was quite cheerful from the day he was brought here, he kept telling us he would be out in a matter of hours. He was innocent, he kept saying.”

“Did he talk to anybody? A lawyer? Family?”

“Not while I was here. Not even a lawyer, that was surprising. I don’t think he had any visitor. Well, until yesterday.”

Adam’s heart beat faster. Was he about to find the killer he had been looking for?

“Who came yesterday?” Adam asked.

“General Galadima.”

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15Jan/16

THE HAUNTED ASSEMBLY 6

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“Hameed is the killer?” Kate asked, worry painted on her face.

Adam was not sure Hameed was the killer but he was almost sure Senator Bello wasn’t. Hameed had tried very hard to pin it on Senator Bello and with his very connected father, he had eventually succeeded. He could bet Hameed committed the murders.

“How are you going to prove that?” Kate continued. “Going after Hameed is not only going to anger his powerful father, it will also get you in trouble with the president.”

He knew that already. “That’s why they will not know we are doing anything until we are done investigating and have real proof.”

“How are we going to get the proof?” Kate was obviously not pleased with what he was doing.

Adam had no idea. He needed a miracle. He was already about to have one when Senator Dafe called claiming to know who killed Senator Halima but now he needed a miracle to find out who killed his miracle.

“Senator Dafe knew the killer. How did he know? We need to search his house properly.”

Kate shook her head. “We can’t do that. On what grounds are we going to search the house? The case is supposed to be closed or suspended at best.”

Adam nodded. It was frustrating; running an investigation without calling the shots. There had to be another way to enter the house.

There was another way to enter the house!

“Kate, the lady who worked for Senator Dafe, are we still holding her here?” Adam asked.

“Yeah, you need her for…” Kate started then understood where he was going. “You want her to spy for you?”

“Spy? No, I don’t need a spy. I need somebody to get me into the house without anybody knowing. She already helped someone get in. She will have to help me too.”

“Isn’t that a little risky?”

“Get the woman for me.”

“Uncle Adam…”

“Get her now.”

Kate left the room. Adam knew for sure he did not want to cross the general or the president without having something concrete to confront them with. He was desperate. He would do anything to get something to hold against Hameed, even if it meant entering Senator Dafe’s house illegally.

There was a knock on his door. Adam looked up and Detective Samson entered.

“Good day sir.”

“Found me something to charge Hameed Galadima with?” Adam asked.

“No sir.”

“So why are you here?”

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13Jan/16

THE HAUNTED ASSEMBLY 5

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Adam slammed the brake and pulled the car to a stop. The engine was barely off when he jumped out of the car and ran into the house. He had arrived fast but still the press had beat him to the Senator’s house. He ignored their silly questions and flashing cameras, he needed to get into the house before everything was ruined.

He burst through the door. There were a few people in the room downstairs. More importantly, Kate was already there waiting for him. He was not sure what he would do without her.

“Talk to me Kate.” Adam said as soon as he sighted her.

“Come with me.” She said.

The walked through doors and rooms and up a flight of stairs. There were no people here, he had told Kate to make sure nobody came near the body. They entered the room and Adam saw the it. The body lay in a pool of blood. He had been shot thrice. Once in the stomach and twice in the chest.

A wave of anger, guilt and sadness overcame him.

He should have been there with the Senator like he said he would. He should have put the General in his place and come to Senator Dafe immediately.

“Who entered the room first?” Adam asked, kneeing beside the body.

“I did. They didn’t even know he had been killed.” Kate said.

Adam looked up at her. “They didn’t hear a gunshot? They didn’t see anything?”

Kate shrugged. There was a story there, he would check it later. Was this the work of a professional? It did not look like it. It was safe to assume he was killed by the same person who killed Senator Halima. So maybe this was political after all.

“Kate, keep this house under lock down. Nobody comes or leaves until I say so.”

“Okay boss.”

“And kick out every single journalist here. And I mean that literally”

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08Jan/16

THE HAUNTED ASSEMBLY 3

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Adam collected the phone from Kate and read without saying a word. He finished reading and gave the phone back to her. His investigation was about to get tougher.

“Okay, now we have another suspect, it is time to put up a board.”

Kate nodded and left the room. Adam knew that if he started what he was about to do, there was no way he was going to get home on time. Ese was angry when he left the house, it will stupid to make it worse by getting home late.

Kate entered the room with a whiteboard and some markers.

“I want you to print out the pictures of our two suspects.” Adam said.

“Way ahead of you.” She said waving two pictures in the air and handing them to Adam.

Adam collected the pictures and pasted them on the board.

“So now we have two suspects. Suspect one; Hameed Galadima. Son of wealthy general and fiance of victim. Has unverified alibi, and has strong motive to commit. Probably has means and opportunity too.”

“Suspect number two; Senator Sunday Bello. Senator of the federal republic, opposition senator to victim and open antagonist.”

The case of Senator Bello was curious. He was opposed to a bill Senator Halima was co-sponsoring but he was not just opposed to the bill, it looked like he had an axe to grind with Halima. It was strange that despite Halima’s death he was not relenting on going after her.

“What is this man’s problem with Halima exactly?” Adam asked.

“I’m trying to find out.” Kate said, scrolling through pages on her phone. “I can’t seem to find why he hates her so much.”

“We pay him a visit then.”
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