Tiit For Tat - S01 E12

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Tiit For Tat - S01 E12

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 12

We kill time. We save time. We rob and get robbed of time, we lose time, and we have all the time in the world. But no one of us is powerful enough to stop the march of time or slow it down.

Twenty minutes more !!!

Jackson, the new leader of Zolabin’s gang knew he must fortify himself spiritually if he want to make headway in his new leadership role .

The next day, he went to Odinala village. Odinala village is noted for many oracles. The ‘Ibini Ukpabi’.

‘Ibibio’ is the Drum of the Creator and considered an oracle . ‘Ibini Ukpabi’ is used to settle cases, particularly those of murder, witchcraft, poisoning,family disputes and personal protection against the enemy.

Upon reaching there, he met the most renowned diviner. He’s called the Burishaba. A man in his mid-sixties. He was sitting in front of his shrine.

“Good morning , great One,”said Jackson.

“Good morning my son ,” the old man Burishaba responded.

He then added, “I know why you are here. You want to fortify yourself from the enemy.”

Though Jackson was mesmerized, he hid it. Instead he said,”I want spiritual protection.”

“What is the oldman’s gift?” Burishaba asked.

“What do you need?” asked Jackson.

” Bring two white kolanuts and all that you so desire , said Burishaba.

Jackson came prepared for these requests and more. He placed a number of items such as kolanut, white cloth, red cloths and 50 000 naira in front of the diviner.

The old man grunted while looking at the gift. He made series of incantations. After that he moved round Jackson, then took out a talisman from his calabash and gave it to Jackson with the instruction, ” Wear it everyday except Sundays and you will stay protected.”

Jackson was thankful to the old man but asked if he will be protected on Sunday too without wearing the Talisman.

Burishaba told him he will, except that the Talisman shouldn’t be worn on Sundays.

” Thank you great One,” Jackson said and stood up to leave.

The old man wished him luck and he departed. When he turned back, the old man disappeared.

***

Ikeja Residential area

Meanwhile Rosaline returned from school a bit late and realized Mike wasn’t home. ‘Where has he gone to?’ She asked herself. She knew Mike wasn’t the Cassanova type to visit a girl that late. She tried calling Mike’s mobile phone but it was switched off.

As she was contemplating on the issue, she heard a masculine voice behind her. She was startled.

” I know where your brother is,” said Tunde Sani.

“Where?” asked Rosaline.

” The police Station. He was arrested this afternoon by the police. I was in my room playing some Eminem lyrics when I heard a sound from the house. I peeped through the window and saw your brother coming home with a girl___”

” Girl?!!!!” Rosaline couldn’t believe it.

“Yes, a school girl. He virtually sneaked her into his room thinking nobody was watching him. A few minutes later, the girl came out ranning. She was picked by a Durango SRT Car.

Honestly, I thought your brother attempted to rape her_____ ”

” God Forbid,” Rosaline interjected.

Tunde continued, “___and she escaped but when I saw the car, I knew there was more than I saw. Five minutes later, the police arrived and arrested your brother.

” What!!!” Why? What has he done? Rosaline asked.

“I don’t know but I have a video recording of the whole scene. I did it because the whole thing looked strange to me, from your brother’s weird behaviour to his arrest.

He showed the video recording to Rosaline.

She watched the video with a great fear and anxiety. Tears welled in her eyes and she sobbed freely on Tunde’s chest.

Tunde was Rosaline’s secret admirer. He now had the opportunity to get closer to her.

He had been admiring her ever since her aunt brought her and Mike to the neighbourhood.

At times he wished to tell her about his feelings for her but lacked the manly courage to do so.

Tunde was the son of a wealthy Business man. When he turned 18, his father bought him a car; A Prado which was an envy to most poor children a few metres from the Residential area whose parents couldn’t even buy them a bicycle. He wanted to become a pilot in future and his dad was already making the necessary preparation to send him to Orlando Flight School in Florida, U.S.A.

His father’s mansion was also a piece of engineering masterpiece.

The house was a luxurious 10 bedrooms house with a swimming pool. It also has 10 Air-conditionings,Sliding windows,

doors and canisters(all from super lock company),Burglar proofs

Security post ,Heat extractor,

Security fence,Kitchen cabinets

45 KVA sound-proof Pekins generator, Reverse Osmosis water treatment system, 5 Car port etc.

These made it stood out from the rest of the building in the neighbourhood around Ikeja.

In the back of his father’s main mansion was a flower garden created by a landscape artist. Evenly trimmed red, white and pink hibiscus lined several paths. Various colours of bougainvillea, intermingling with each other, hung over and concealed the concrete wall beneath.

Tunde, seeing how sad Rosaline was decided to help her. He just needed to appeal to his dad and the IGP will be contacted. Various police stations will be contacted within the jurisdiction and then catcha!! Mike would be release.

“Don’t worry dear, I will beg my father to help your brother.

Taking his iPhone, he dialled his dad’s number.

” Rrrrrrrrrrrr”

****

[ Mike's Point Of View]

10 hours later

When I was arrested by the police,

I was taken to the cell. Being in a prison cell felt like being locked in a cage , with a bunk bed and no window.

My cells had a concrete wall of 3-7’9 square feet and it was kept under lock and key by a traditional, heavy-duty prison door that is complete with classic black bars.

Though I stayed in the police cell for a little over 10 hours, I could not ignore that nasty experience .

It was one unusually cold d--n dark cell with a rickerty bed and little ventilation due to the absence of a window.

“Come out,” a police Officer commanded me. I gazed at him surprised and took a step forward.

I followed the police constable to the charge office. After signing a form ,I was allowed to go. It seemed too good to be true. How could I be allowed to go just like that?”

The officer said the evidence against me wasn’t sufficient enough to hold a case in a court of law. He also said preliminary investigations showed it was a set- up. He said the brand attached to the guns suggested it was from a highly sophisticated organization.

Well,whatever the details were,

I was glad to be released.

23.30 GMT

When I left the police station,

I decided to check on my father’s house. Its Just about 10 minutes walk from that police station.

The sad memories were still fresh in my mind,the horrors and sheer wickedness that house witnessed. If it were a human being, it would have screamed.

Soon I arrived . I decided not to pass the main gate because it would be flooded with Zolabin’s security guards. I moved towards the back of the house.

I didn’t really expect to see anyone in the house because I knew it was still considered a crime scene.

From the look of things, I believed that case was closed. The police were surely in bed with my enemies.

When I approached the house

I heard voices. I knew the occupants of our house, Zolabin and his mistress. I reminisced the day I decided to confront Zolabin for abusing my mother but was stopped by his men .

I also remembered eavesdropping and hearing Zolabin promising his girlfriend a house. It came into my mind as if I was still there listening to them again.Then I couldn’t hear the rest of the words before leaving because Zolabin’s security men were closing in on me.

Well ,it appeared I was in for another eavedropping. Zolabin and his mistress were talking again, this time ,In our house.!!! Where the horrific murder took place.

>>Part of the conversation <<

Zolabin : ….You promise making me happy tonight?

Lady: Yea, I know ……”

Zolabin : I just find you so exciting

Lady: ummm,huh,I’m sure you said those words to a thousand ladies.

Zolabin: (laughing ) Let’s just say I reserve this special line for you.

( They both laughed)

Lady : I can’t see some of your men.

Zolabin : Yea.

Lady: Why?

Zolabin: They are preparing for a night operation.

Lady: Which operation?

Zolabin : Kidnapping.

Lady: Erhhh, of who and who?

Zolabin : (Laughing) You ask too many questions. Cynthia,the less you know the better.

Lady: Well. If you trust and love me as you claim,then don’t hide it from me.

Zolabin: Ok.ok. You get me there. I want my boy to clean up the mess your brother created. He couldn’t execute a simple assassination

of a small boy. Your brother is indeed lucky to still be alive.

Lady: Why is he lucky?

Zolabin : He’s lucky because of you.I love you so I can’t kill him ,Cynthia.

Lady: I see. So who are you kidnapping tonight ?

Zolabin : The same people we should have destroyed long ago.

Lady Cynthia: So when are you striking tonight?

Zolabin: 00.00 GMT( 12 midnight)

My heart nearly jumped into my mouth. Goose pimples sprung on my skin.

“Kidnapping at midnight ?”

I realised our lives were in Danger again. Quickly I left the area and rushed towards my Aunt’s residence. I glanced at my phone. Rosy has called me several times but I didn’t hear it because the phone was on silent to avoid betraying my hideout.

I called Rosaline’s phone number. She didn’t picking. The time was 23.40 now. I have 20 minutes to alert her of the impending danger and advise her to escape. I tried her line again. Luckily, she picked it.

“Thank God.Hello Rosy!”

“Hello Bro Mike, where are you?”

“Rosy, you need to leav ______”

Biiiiiiiiiop…..Beeeeeep…beeerrrp.

[SHUT DOWN]

The battery went down and my phone turned off.

“Gooooddd, wwwhyyyyy!!!!”

I prayed to God that I should reach home before the kidnapers strike.

Luckily, I saw a taxi running at top speed. I signalled it to stop. Quite surprisingly, it stopped. What I knew was cars don’t stop for people at night in Nigeria for fear of falling into the webs of arm robbers who pretend to be stranded passengers. Well, I guessed I was lucky.

The car screeched to a halt and I told the driver to take me to ikeja Residential area.

Because it was night, he doubled the price for me but I had no choice. I entered the taxi and ordered him to hurry up because I had an emergency to attend in my house. He stepped on the accelerator and sped off, leaving in its trail a cloud of dust.

After turning a curve I knew soon, my aunt’s residence will come into view. The mansion would loom proudly behind a massive iron gates, flanked by rows of ornamental plants, crowned in crimson, swaying gently to the wind as it resonated in the surrounding silence of the dark evil night.

****

Will Mike reach the house in time to save his sister?

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Don’t miss episode 13 because

it’s going to ____?