The Activist - Season 2 - Episode 7

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The Activist - Season 2 - Episode 7

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“What do you know about me, about what I face?” Shittu spat back at them. Made was shocked at his response, while Tade sat back, expecting more bile.

“Do you know how hard it is to get a half-decent job in this country? Do you know that my parents are depending on me to make things right with everything back home? With the time that repeating a course takes, do you expect me to be calm when am about to fail?” Tears were starting to make a comeback. “My parents are very poor, they do their best to put me here and I do my best to graduate as soon as possible, yet its refusing to work for my good. If I fail, my parents will die of frustration because they have spent their money and their lives on me. You cannot possibly understand that.” Shittu m0aned
Made looked at Shittu with sympathy, now realizing how much it hurts. Tade on the other hand, was carrying a blank expression, but was fuming inside.

“Am likely to carry the course again, all because of cultists.”

Tade held Shittu by his hand and looked at him.
“Don’t give up on yourself. He told the weepy fellow. Have faith that everything will work out well for you and be strong about it. You are a man and men don’t coil up in a ball and cry about the misfortunes of the world. They stand and change the misfortunes into some sort of fortune. That’s what men do. That’s what you are made to do.”

By this time, Shittu had stopped crying and was looking hopefully at Tade.
“I was once in your corner, crying and doing stuffs to eliminate my individual pain. But now, I face situations and try to face them, looking for avenues to do so. That’s one of the reason am in DSM.”

“What do you mean?” Shittu asked, curiosity getting the better of him. Made was also curious.
“I may not be having academic issues like you, but I do have issues. This school holds bad memories for me. I lost a brother here. He was the best kid anyone could know, well that’s what my mum said because I did not know him. His activities prior to his death caused a fracture in my parents marriage, which hit the rocks. I came here, to this school looking for answers and what I found was this.” He paused for a moment. “I met this thing called cultism, nesting comfortably in here. There Chuks was killed in front of my eyes and it became worse. I wanted out, I wanted out of this school. I wanted to go home and forget about this place.”
“But the pain won’t leave me, its was then I knew that I had to do something about it. I thought of joining a cult group and taking my revenge on those responsible for Chuks death and that of my brother. But I was dissuaded by one of my lecturers and I had forgotten about it until I met Kolade Badmus.”

And what happened? Made asked.

He told me this: “Circumstances will always appear, this is the bane of man. Many a man will crawl under such situation and run away from it, citing helplessness. But it takes a man, a real man to stand up to the situation and fight it.” He asked me if I think graduating from this university will solve the issue. I said no. Then he held my hands and looked at me.

He said: “Tade, I believe you coming here is not a mistake. There are times people are brought or find themselves in circumstances alien to them. They are there either to learn from it or to end it. I believe that you are here to end it. I sincerely believe that.”

“Of course, Tade continued. I did not accept his thoughts immediately. I mean, it looked stupid to go up against the cults in this school. But his words kept ringing in me and when I heard him speak again, I decided to fight this scourge with all I have, for if I do nothing, I may leave this school but I won’t have lived, I would just have passed by.”

“Am not saying you should join me Shittu, but what am saying is simple; man up and face your challenges squarely. You are an intelligent guy, I see it in you everyday. And no matter what happens, don’t allow your results define who you are. Let who you are define your results.”
As soon as he said that, he looked at Shittu squarely.

“I Believe In You! Don’t Give Up On Yourself!” He declared and left the room.


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Dotun stirred in his sleep. It was the first day on this assignment and he was relaxing as usual. This assignment was not a one day event, as he had to scope out the entire area and find a perfect place for his assignment. The assassination of the Russian Prime Minister must be perfect, so he is going to be here for two weeks. Good thing that he is on holiday school wise.

He looked at the white girl in front of him and grinned. This lady was not the regular ‘oyinbo pepper’ that is white with blood running underneath. This one was as white as Snow White and very active in bed. She was part of the prostitutes that traveled for the occasion, which was the meeting of the G-12. The G-12 comprises of the World Powers and the leading Nations in Africa, i.e South Africa, Egypt, Ghana and Nigeria. He got her quickly as soon as she arrived through one of his contacts that had links overseas.
He stood up, looking sharp. The lady was gladly staying for the whole day, since the guests are not arriving until two days time. Here, in Garki, he was in heaven. The only minus was that he could not have Sunday with him as Sunday was on a separate assignment.

He walked straight into the bathroom and soon enough the shower was on.

As soon as he was out of sight, the lady who was seemingly asleep, suddenly stood up and went after his belongings. Searching his bag, she found his Identity card and other pieces of information, relaying the information she had received via an com in her ear. She was about opening the third bag when she looked up.
“What are you looking for in my bag?” Dotun asked, towel around the waist and his chest out in broad daylight. His eyes, looking scarlet.