Naija Detectives

NAIJA DETECTIVES – Episode Four, Part B

The chief stands up in protest.

‘You can not just come and search my shop like that! Biko, this is violation. Laptop, kwa? You want to spoil business for me! What is this nonsense?’

‘We just want to have a little look around and we would be out of your hair in no time’, Fiona explains gently.

I mentally roll my eyes. Fiona is being too nice, legit. We have a warrant, I don’t think we need his permission, honestly. But I’m just the rookie so I take the back seat here and watch it all unfold.

‘Oya, take phone!’, the man gives his phone to Fiona to speak to someone at the other end of the line. 

Fiona sighs but takes it anyway.

‘We have a warrant. With all due respect, it is within our power and in fact duty to do so…. What do you mean?’.

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Fiona

It’s so absolutely annoying! I don’t understand these people or this country. So bloody confusing, to be honest. I’m weak. Before we were able to search the store, bloody problem. After searching, no relevant information or leads! 

And the man had the damn audacity to actually report us, especially ‘the girl with the dada hair’ being me, for our brash conduct. What the hell! I was so nice and super agreeable.

JK literally bashed me. The irony. I want him to hold me in his arms, not scold me like a baby. 

I chuckle.

Talking about arms, he certainly looked as fine as hell today. And his toned arms, in that sleeveless jumper made my day!

Fiona, stop acting like a school girl with a crush!

Hold that thought. 

But damn crushes.

Someone clears their throat behind me.

It’s Remi. Uggh. 

‘Mama Fiona, who is the unfortunate person you are crushing on o? Let me tell them sorry’, he bursts into laughter.

I mentally face-palm, I had no idea I was thinking aloud.

‘Remi, are you really messing with innocent, seer me this sweet afternoon?’, I smile sweetly, subtly threatening.

‘Don’t do what you’re thinking. Don’t even try it!’. 

‘Good boy, now bye!’, I blow him a kiss. 

You, watching it all unfold burst into laughter, much to Remi’s chagrin.

Rookie, he barked.

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The internet is still bustling with tweets, posts and more, #BringBackOurGirlsPartTwo’s campaign is never ending, at more than two thousand tweets per minute. Many organisations have pledged support for Nigeria in cracking this, also the international community continues to support the cause as more and more influencers show their support. 
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Oba
I’m so uncomfortable with this #BringBackOurGirlsPartTwo saga and us, not being on this case. It has become such a national issue, I would rather be doing that than Laptop gate. 

I type the hashtag into my search engine. Oh wow! This is officially an international crisis, I mutter. 

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 You

Fiona stops me as I walk into the office. ‘So how did you do?’, she asks. ‘How did I do what?’, I ask her in turn. ‘ Don’t play stupid, silly. You know what I mean, your progress assessment’. 

‘Oh that’, I scratch my head, finally understanding. Lord knows how she knows these things.

‘I got my e-mail this morning and I actually have been doing not bad. I’ve made really good progress on most of my categories except self defence’. ‘Martial arts?’, she asks. ‘Martial arts, to be exact. You guessed right’.

And my first sole assignment is coming up. I explain all this to Fiona. She is definitely much more excited about it than I am. Typical Fiona! 

‘About martial arts, the instructors are pigs so its always hard at first. Don’t beat yourself up. My first sole assignment was a bomb though. It was so awesome. I got to go undercover in a drugs mission, find out where the drugs were coming from and going to. Basically an information mole for them to bust the whole operation. Do you want me to read JK or Gregory to find out your sole assignment?’

‘Yes, yes, please’, I plead.

‘Dreams haha’.

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Oba

So they are protesting about this in the capital already. I scroll down my Twitter feeds. But no, Laptop flipping gate is our problem. And we wonder how Trump became president? I tried to talk to Gregory to at least give us, me an angle to this. He didn’t listen. Told me we weren’t done fixing Laptop gate so I should ‘deal with that’. 

Fiona knocks.

‘Check Channel 55, I think we may have a lead on Laptop Gate’. 

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Fiona

And I knocked the smug face off his stupid face. It’s funny how the last time we were here, he didn’t want to shut up but now, he’s as meek as a mouse. Ha ha. Telling me how sorry he was and uncooperative, because he knows very well that an action would be brought and he could be an added party. I’m sure you’re wondering how we got here. A certain part of the country has been trying to secede for a while and has been causing trouble. Apparently, one thing led to another and led to Laptop Gate because a ‘fighter’ decided to take it upon himself to our explosive devices in the laptops to show them ‘how serious we are’. I would say the heart of man is desperately wicked but that should be Rookie’s choice of words because I’ve seen worse. Way worse.

‘See you in court, Chief’.

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The whole nation is still shocked from the recent kidnapping scandal of three daughters of prominent business men in the country. Aimed to become another Bring Back Our Girls Saga, everyone flew into action, with the international community tailing behind. However, more scandalous was the news that it was all a joke. Apparently, the three daughters of the leading business men were just joking and didn’t think it would escalate quickly. In an apology letter issued openly to the whole nation. They admitted being ‘careless, callous, irresponsible, childish and didn’t stop to think once of what outcome their actions might bring’. There have been no further comments.

My name is Kolade Johnson. Reporting, Ocean Tv.

(Lol. I was in a super hurry to be done with this episode so its not the best. It was dragging on for so long and I just had to just deal with it! We are officially two episodes away from the end of Naija Detectives Season One. It’s a bitter-sweet thing for me tbh. I can’t wait to start Season Two and bring new characters, more crime and more and more action)

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Naija Detectives

NAIJA DETECTIVES –¬†Episode Four, Part A

You 

It’s 4am in the morning, we’ve just been called into work. As I enter the office, I see that Remi, Oba and Fiona are seated already.

Jk begins, ‘I want to commend your efforts in the Batuwa-Damochie case. I am highly impressed’.

‘Thanks boss’, Fiona answered happily.

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‘Hi, I just called to request a cab’, she spoke into her phone.

‘Um, um. Just at Mokola, Waterfall estates, just say you’re going to Akintola’s House. It’s a green building, yes. Please call me as soon as you get here’.

She applies her Mac lipstick, red as her nails. Fully dressed in designer, Hauwa is ready to party and turn up all night. What more did she want? A bank account filled with cash, a wardrobe full of this season’s clothes and parents who would do anything, anything for her.

Bisi, her friend walks in, wearing a custom Balmain frock. 

‘Olivier literally wows me everytime’, Hauwa comments.

‘I absolutely agree. I saw this in one of his 2016 Collections, the one he had Maria Borges and Christian Ronaldo in and I couldn’t get over it’.

‘True, major couture envy’.

Their friend, Michella is on the bed, skyping with her parents.

‘Yes mum, I swear, I will call you once we get there. No, dad, you don’t have to send Sule to drive us. We are getting a cab and he’s almost here. We’ll be fine, Hauwa’s mum is seeing us off’.

Hauwa and Bisi exchange glances and burst into laughter. Michella, visibly irritated hangs up.

‘They are so clingy’, she grumbles.

‘You know you enjoy it’, Bisi tells her. She shrugs. Hauwa gets a notification that the cab’s arrived.

‘Time to roll, girls’.

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In National Health Care Centre, Abuja, the secretary is happy with his new laptop. He bought it as a long due gift to himself. ‘That stupid Irene will be one-upped’, he thought. She just got an iPad the week before and wouldn’t stop showing off. ‘These young girls, so rude! They will just be feeling on top of the world with their gadgets and boyfriends’, he exclaimed. 

‘But that one na her own’.

He turned it on and got to work, typing the brief for that day. His colleague, Adam walks in.

‘Oga Belo, this your new laptop na die’.

He grins, ‘Thank you oh’.

‘Asus abi?’.

‘No, oh, BXM’.

‘Let me see’.

He goes over to his side and peeps into the screen of the laptop. Belo clicks on the Start button and a weird sound emits from the laptop. Suddenly, a loud and large explosion occurs. 

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Oba 

Scrolling through my Twitter feeds, I can’t help but notice the latest hashtag. What’s this #BringBackOurGirlsPartTwo about anyway? Nigerians though, we are always trending. It’s not easy. I chuckle. Some of these tweets though.

@tiwarockssssss 

Retweet until they do something about it. #BringBackOurGirlsPartTwo #WhereAreThey 

@infamousnigerian__

It’s crazy that three beautiful girls would just disappear and it’s crazier that no one is doing anything about it. #WhereAreThey 

@red_fishK

Apparently, the new death penalty for kidnappers doesn’t mean shit. Nigerians, stay woke. #WhereAreThey 

Wait, is that a tweet from Zena Black, popular American actress?

@zenablack

#Nigeria needs to wake up! Three beautiful girls have been taken away from their families. What are they doing about it? Stay woke! #WhereAreThey?

@zenablack

The international community needs to speak up. Will this be another #BringBackOurGirls? #Nigeria #StayWokeNoSleep 

Retweeted by @rihanna, @steveharvey, @katyperry, @zendaya and 15, 906 others.

 Nawa oh. What is going on in this country? It seems like something that has really gained ground. I quickly send a text to Fiona about it. I’m sure she would have the accurate or almost accurate 411. Right away, she replies. Fiona, always the current one, I think, laughing. Apparently, the daughters of three prominent business men in Nigeria were kidnapped, together, in the same night, in the same situation, in Ibadan. Ibadan is usually a quiet, gistless city so this is super surprising. It escalated to that extent, as a result of a video released on the Instagram through the account of one of the girls. A video of them begging for help and all. Everyone is so concerned about them. She sends the video. It’s so heart-breaking. It’s obvious that these girls are wealthy, high class kids. I can’t imagine how their parents must be feeling. They look terrible, I hope they haven’t been raped.

I tweet, ‘What’s going on in this society? Isn’t this a replay of 2013? Will we watch them never return home? #WhereAreThey?’

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‘Welcome home, dear’, Fatima hugs her husband and takes his bag. He hugs her back. 

‘I have made your favourite soup and Eba. Should I serve you?’.

‘Not yet’, he replies, ‘I have a surprise for you’. 

He brings out a parcel, wrapped in red paper. ‘You know how you always complained of how outdated your laptop is, so I decided to get you a new one’. 

Fatima takes the parcel and hugs him. ‘My husband, thank you. The one and only love of my life. May God continue to provide for you. Amin’.

She opens it up in excitement. The last thing she heard before it went off was, ‘It’s even your favourite colour, rose gold’.

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‘There have been several reports of bombing in this past week, about seven or so incidents. It’s alarming’, Gregory states.

‘I know right, I was wondering if it was of our concern though’, Fiona says.

‘Of course, it is, smallie. Why else are we here?’, sarcastically, Remi asks.

Fiona groans, irritated.

‘You four, have been placed on this case, on instruction from very high quarters. Do not fail me, verbatim from JK’, Gregory continues.

‘Yes,boss’, Remi mock-salutes.

Oba speaks, ‘Myself and Fiona were discussing the recent kidnap the other day. It’s been literally a revolution. I think you would know something, Greg. Why isn’t anyone up talking about this? And why aren’t doing something’.

‘I know right’.

Gregory sighs. ‘Well, it’s not really ours to handle. Besides, the parents brought in experts from America and Saudi Arabia to deal with it. Plus, we can’t even interfere. One of them, the non-nigerian has the Spanish embassy running around on its behalf. They really don’t want our help. Let’s concern ourselves with the case at hand, please’.

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You 

‘Wait, oh’, I cut in as Fiona explains. ‘The long and short of all the story is that, all the laptops exploding have the same source’. 

‘Yes, genius’, she replies. 

‘Rookie, you never learn, listen to the whole thing before you interrupt’, interrupts Remi. I roll my eyes. Pot calling kettle black. 

Remi is a pig, honestly. The hazing has stopped, thank God but he is still a huge asshole. 

‘So, I hope you’re ready, boys. Time for some major interrogation’,she says.

I don’t mean to deviate from the matter at hand but you need to see the way Oba is staring at Fiona like she’s gold. I think he really likes her. She doesn’t read him or Remi so I doubt she knows. I know right, yet she reads me, a lot. I asked Oba about it and he said she will stop reading me when she can, it’s a will power thing. Trust and a lot of work, self control has to go into it. It might sound easy but it’s not. I guess she hasn’t reached that point yet.

Fiona 

Haha. You are so cute. Of course, I know, Oba has a crush on me. It’s cute but firstly, in the agency, inter-work relationships are not encouraged. Secondly, Oba is like my brother, you know. They both are but while Remi is the bully, Oba is the one that pampers you and stands up for you. 

We walk into the store, Eze Technologies and Co. , Alaba written boldly on the giant billboard at it’s entrance. We meet the receptionist and ask to see the manager. 

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Twitter Nigeria is still bustling and bubbling with the news and development of the kidnapped girls. More and more people are tweeting every hour with the release of two new ransom and plea videos, notably excluding one of the girls named Michella Xavier-Muelino. It is feared that she may be harmed or even worse. Many Nigerian celebrities, international organisations and public figures have released statements or dropped thoughts concerning the kidnapping. Award winning singer, Madonna, 70 expressed her concern and anxiety in a post on Instagram yesterday which she captioned, Bring Back Our Girls Part Two? Amnesty International has urged the federal government to ‘take action or watch Nigeria become a safeless place all over again’. 

Reporting Kayode Adeyemi, Ocean Tv, Ibadan

Naija Detectives

NAIJA DETECTIVES – Episode Two, Part B

Fiona’s POV 

‘Hi guys. My name is Flora. Please call me Miss Flora. I am a counsellor. I understand that many of you are still traumatised by the events of the past week. I get that you have questions that are unanswered and are causing mental headaches for some of you. As a counsellor and psychologist, this what I am here for, to make things better. I will have a group session with you for forty minutes where we will share our feelings and you’ll feel tons better’. 

More like I’ll read your minds.

I hear a whistle and a ‘Damn, she’s hot!’. I sort of took your advice and tried to switch up things today to look more like a counsellor. I’ll admit, I was irritated about it because that is so sexist on your part but you’re kinda right. I wore a dress but not without a leather jacket over it, took out my septum, wore sandals and a head wrap. Just for the record, those things are a pain to tie. 

‘Besides our group session, we will have a mandatory one on one session. I will hand out some questionnaires I expect you to fill correctly to help me in helping you’. 

I hand out the questionnaires which I had already prepared. I spot the VVIPs seated in the middle of the class. How different! I thought the bad boys were the back benchers.

‘May I know your names? Starting from the last row’.

‘Tami’

‘Phillip’

They begin to say their names.

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You

‘Your goal is to make friends with them’, Greg’s voice echos in my head as I walk into the hallways, absolutely feeling myself and my new shoes. I love the wardrobe for this job. These kicks are everything. 

A few people greet me as I walk.

‘Guy, how far?’

Remi was right. The party thing worked. Half the place seems to know who I am already. I spot the VVIPs ahead.

‘Hey, Lee. What’s good, man?’. I fist-bump them. We talk a bit but soon, myself and Michael leave for PHY 302. 

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Oba’s POV

‘I have been able to trace the link but it keeps distorting. I don’t know why. The blog creator is some sort of tech genius’. I text Fiona. 

Almost immediately, my phone buzzes. I laugh at her reply. Only Fiona! 

Someone knocks on the door and comes in. 

‘Oh, hi Gregory’. 

‘How’s it going?’.

‘Great, been able to trace it but it keeps bouncing back at a point. I’ll have to break down some fire walls but I’ll fix it deffs. It’s going to take a while though’

‘Okay, I’m glad you’re making progress cause Boss just called. We have to work fast, you know how it is’.

‘Yeah, I do’.

‘Have you heard from Fiona…’

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Remi’s POV 

Where’s this idiot?

I hate being your driver, honestly. It should be me out here, checking out hot chicks, partying hard and wearing designer clothes. Not you! 

Oh, the moron is coming. 

I pop on my dapmod sunglasses. Yes, dapmod.

‘Nice ride, Lee’, one of his new friends commended.

‘Yeah, it’s chill’, another chipped in. 

I’m rolling my eyes inwardly right now.

‘You can’t drive, bro?’

This should seriously be me. Not you!

‘I can but my pops kinda wanted me to have him’, he replies. He continues, ‘He’s really chill if you look past the angry exterior’.

I frown even deeper. 

‘He looks really pissed maan’.

I’m going crazy at this point. I am going to kill you once we are done with this shit, rookie.

 I clear my throat.

‘Guys, this is Charles’, I hear him say introducing me. Of all names in the world, you had to choose Charles. Wow! You are dead meat.

‘Charles, these are Rome, Nas and Michael’.

What pretentious names! 

I fake a smile. I motion for him to come closer and whisper in his ear.

‘You are dead!’. Just as I whisper, three beautiful ladies walk to the car. Damn! They are gorgeous. 

‘Do you guys know where I can get medicine for constipation? Seems Charles needs it’, I hear you saying.

You are dead.

Everyone bursts out laughing.

Like the bunch of fools they are.

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The Intelligence 

You

Fiona says,’Well, I talked to the students and read them. I’m surprised I don’t have an overload. Most of them are surprisingly indifferent.They really don’t give a hoot but they wanted to riot. Many of them have never rioted before or seen one so it was the exhilaration that fuelled it’. 

‘Wawuu! When did rioting become fun?’

‘A few of them caught my attention though. A kid named Michael. Some Phillip dude and a few others’.

‘Could he have pulled off something like that?’, Gregory asks.

‘I did a little snooping around and it seems like he doesn’t really fit in with the VVIPs anyway’, answers Remi

‘You did some snooping around? Does it make sense to you? Lee’s driver who looks like a certain alumni asking questions around about his new friends?’, I ask irritated.

‘Yes, actually’, He replies.

‘I’ll send an e-mail asking for their info’.

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Two of the members of the board walk into her office. Mrs Emu and Mrs Ayinla, two wealthy women who co-owned the university along side four others.

The director rises to greet them.

‘Ahh,Mrs Emu, Mrs Ayinla. Good afternoon. I never knew you were coming’.

‘Obviously’, Mrs Emu replies her.

‘Excuse me, ma?’, the director asks.

Mrs Ayinla continues,’Funke! What type of nonsense is this? Do you want to drag the name of this institution in the mud? I don’t know you’re doing but get your act together. We almost had parents withdrawing students because of this petty incident’

‘I’m so disappointed, Funke. After all, I have been a director at a university before and so as Ayinla. It has never been this bad’, Mrs Emu says.

Mrs Ayinla agreed, ‘Ohh  ohhh’

‘With all due respect ma, I had no little or nothing to do with the crisis. The allegations are untrue. You know. However, the crisis has occurred. The next thing is solution and I’m working on it.

‘I certainly hope you are’.

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Oba’s POV 

Michael Emu.

I run my eyes through the email I had just received. This is enough evidence. But, what is the motive? His mother is on the board of owners, so he might have gotten the information from her. But what is the motive? 

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You 

‘Your house is huge, maan’. 

He chuckles and shrugs.

‘I’m sure it’s nothing compared to yours’, he replies.

‘No maan, this is amazing. What do your folks do again?’

He frowns.

Jerome and Nas come in.

‘Shit! I forgot to send in some email stuff. Can I borrow your computer? ‘, I ask him pointing to the Macbook Pro on the table.

Nas and Jerome laugh. 

‘No waay. That’s like his girlfriend o. Her name is Sarafina’, Nas jokes.

Michael shakes his head and takes his laptop out of the room.

Nas continues, ‘He doesn’t let people use it. Says his codes and programs cannot be messed with. He’s into programming and all that tech stuff’.

‘So Fifa 16?’,Michael says as he walks back in.

I quickly send a text to Oba.

‘He’s good at tech stuff. Apparently, he’s a programmer’.

‘Let’s do this!’, I say, picking up a controller.

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Oba’s POV 

All roads lead to Michael Emu, literally. He’s a loner who only has two friends, hardly social but somehow is in the hottest clique in the school. A tech genius. There’s something weird about the guy, understandly but my guts say it’s not him. Problem is there’s too much evidence besides protocol is protocol.

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You 

I stare at the three figures on the screen in front of me. Fiona hands me a can of coke from the cooler. This is such a Dejavu moment.

She smiles and nods.

‘I personally think Gregory is being too hard on him’, I tell her.

‘I get that but he’s not making it easy either’,She replies.

‘Why isn’t Oba talking though? He looks more like an observer than an interrogator’

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Oba’s POV 

Gregory is shouting now. I’m beyond irritated. I respect his authority but force isn’t going to make him own up. If he did it, he isn’t going to exactly say ‘Yes, I did it. Yay!’

‘Listen to me, you have two options. You own up and tell us the truth if it is,cause you’re in a lot of trouble, son. Slander is like five years mim and its so sad that the case has gained national popularity so you won’t be let off easily. Trust me’,Gregory tells him.

I’ve watched him the past five minutes of interrogation. My guts don’t think he’s the one.

Gregory tells me, ‘He’s all yours. I’m done here’ and leaves.

I clear my throat.

I say, ‘As much as I want to believe you, Michael. Evidence is not on your side. The things we found on your laptop totally implicates you. Besides, we traced the blog to your laptop. You’re tech savvy, I’m sure you understand’.

He sighs.

‘I swear, I don’t know what you are talking about. I would never do that. I don’t even know shit about school like that’.

‘Your friends, anyone,do they ever use your laptop?’

‘Never, I’ve got high profile software and programs I wouldn’t risk anyone stealing or corrupting in there. Nobody touches it’.

‘So that means, you don’t take it to class. Out?’

‘I swear, never’.

‘Could anyone you know have gone behind you to use it?’

‘No way. My passwords are not easy to infiltrate. But this dude, Lee asked me for my laptop like two days ago, I said no’.

‘Doesn’t relate. I’m talking about two weeks, three weeks’.

‘Nobody’

‘Well..’

‘Wait, mum asked for my laptop few weeks ago. She took it to work. Her laptop crashed and she’s my mum, I couldn’t say…’

‘Hmm’

‘Does that mean my mum…?’

‘Yes, you said it yourself’.

I stand up and walk out. Don’t worry, he’s not allowed to leave yet until his mother is in our custody.

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You

As I carpooled with Oba to Obalende, we talked about a lot of things. From random guy talk to the case. 

Eventually, Mrs Emu got arrested but you know rich people. She got out on bail. Apparently, she despises the director and that was enough to want to ruin her career. I’m not even going to try to understand it. Somehow, an hour after she was let go, we got a call at the office. The university decided not to press charges anymore. That sucks! The poor director! I am not impressed at all. On the bright side,I got a call up to JK’s office. He commended my invaluable efforts on this case. His words, not mine. Haha! Sigh. I’ll miss those kids. They sure made me remember my uni days. Granted it was not as glam as theirs, with their wicked parties and nice cars but uni is uni. I smile. 
I get to keep the designer clothes by the way.

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In the school cafe, everyone is talking about the latest news. The culprit of the blog had been found. The person was kept anonymous for safety sake but appropriate measures had been taken. Whoever they were, the school decided to settle out of court, a joint decision by the board and NUB. Rumours had it that the director wasnt so happy about it. The VVIPs walk in with the Bees at their side.

‘Buchi’s dress be giving me life’

‘Nasir looks fatter’.

‘Bren got an internship at William & Williams for the break’

‘Did you see Rome’s latest snap? Omg’

‘Why is Bolade walking like that?’

‘Michael looks funny’.

As they walk to their signature table at the far front of the cafe. Michael observes everyone, with their gossip and never ending chatter, about himself and his friends definitely. He smiles. If only they knew!