Tiit For Tat - S02 E08

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Tiit For Tat - S02 E08

Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 8

Zolabin’s baby and Rosaline’s hustle

[Third Person POV]

Toby was shocked by Mike’s bravado. Mike had saved him from been captured and tortured by Zolabin and his thugs.Now he had no doubt in his mind that Mike had indeed forgiven him. Out of shock, he asked him, “How do you know I am followed by those gangsters?

Mike only laughed and say,” it’s because I knew what Zolabin is capable of doing. I told you,watch your back. Zolabin is more dangerous than you think.”

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Toby didn’t know how Zolabin got to know he was the one who sent Thompson to trap and eliminate him.He knew was in a spiritual group and Fighting those high profile criminals required careful planning and tact as well as a loyal person.

It was then that he decided to use Thompson to get the job done.

Thompson was about 6 feet tall. He has a thin frame. His face runs from cheekbones to sharp nose to jutting jaw with a rather cobalt hair cropped close and pupils so glossy dark they’re nearly mirrors.

He had a sturn -looming personality.

On the whole he looked like a falcon.He had joined one gang at age 15 because his world didn’t feel right. Thompson himself came from a violent neighborhoods in Nigeria,called Cross River State where no one made a living wage, and the Kids like him were either ignored or treated like criminality coursed through their veins.

The gang, with its brotherhood and strict rules, promised him protection and stability. Here he had to make a choice to remain passive, buffeted by the winds of danger and impunity or he could do something proactive.

He chose to act.

Within a few years,.He became a dangerous assasin responsible for the murder of a lot of notable figures in society. It was his impeccably criminals record that made Toby hire him for the job of eliminating Zolabin.Unfortunately,he never returned to Toby. He had not only failed his assignment and but ended up dead.

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Razak called Zolabin who was expecting to hear from his gangs that Toby was dead but heard the contrary. Razak told him they caught Toby but he was rescued by Mike.

As expected of him, Zolabin was annoyed. Ever Since Toby had sent Thompson to eliminate him, he had doubled his security.

But there was another good news too for him. His wife Cynthia had given birth to a baby boy. The baby came at the wrong time. Zolabin had a mixed feeling.

Though he was happy Cynthia had given birth, the rise of Mike’s gang and the fact that Toby was rescued by him got him worried.

As he drove towards the hospital to see his wife, he kept contemplating on the issue.

“You are Welcome Zolabin,” the doctor said, smiling, and congratulation too.”

Rather reluctantly, Zolabin responded, “thank you doctor.”

Seeing his new born child, he smiled. The baby boy had indeed resembled him. He had big eyes and possible lips and angular head. Opening his mouth he said, ” this is indeed the son of Zolabin. Despite his momentary joy, he had it etched at the back of his mind that he must find a way of stopping Mike’s nascent group before it grow wings.

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{Rosaline’s POV }

~~Survival in Ghana~~

My brother gave me Ghc 1,500 before leaving to Nigeria with the intention of rescuing his lover Cassandra. The money got finished within a month after he had left.

I tried to call him several times but he was always unavailable.

After the Ghc 1,500 got finished, I began struggling with life. I was left with nothing but “gari” to eat. Even sugar was a luxury. I had to drink it raw like that, without milk, without sugar. It’s locally termed “Raw kporkpor” in Ghana.

Having seen my suffering, I decided to beg for food. Sometimes I succeeded but most of the times I received insults instead of food. I remembered going to a food vendor one day to beg for food.

The food vendor, a woman suddenly got angry with me and rained insults on me,”You nice girl like you, how can you make yourself so useless to the extent that you have to beg for food. What are you using your ” Toto” for?

At least you are beautiful. It’s an asset. Use it. Open an Ashawo business and woo men.”

When she started screaming at me, I broke into a ran and went home with embarrassment. I had a friend who confessed to me she was an

“Ashawo” since that was the only viable work for her to do after her poor parents died . She encouraged me to try it. In fact she even pimped a man for me. I rejected her offer and the man and she got so angry with me that the friendship ended there.

I decided to do “kayayo.” I did it for one week and fell sick. The loads were too heavy for me to carry. I quit. Then I met a lady in Makola Market one day. She was carrying a heavy load. I offered to help her despite my decision to quit the “Kayayo” work.

She was elated and gave me one of her loads. When we reached her workplace, I put down the load and left without asking of money. She called me back and forced me to take some money but I was adamant.

She decided to return my kind gesture by offering me a work in her restaurant as a Waitress.

I was ambivalent about that work .

I knew a lot of men used to woo Waitresses when they come to eat in restaurants they were working in. I also knew CEOs of restaurants who advise their waitresses to accept men’s proposals and even have sex with the men to boost their sales.

Having this in mind, I was hesitant. She gave me her number and I left.

On the way home, I threw the piece of paper on which she had written her phone number away. About a minute later, I saw a piece of paper flew past me,having being blown by the wind. I picked it and guess what?…….

It was the same piece of paper I threw away!

Still , I crumbled it and threw it away again. Then I went home.

I woke up early in the morning to sweep and right on the ground close to my room was THE PIECE OF PAPER!!!.

I ignored it and swept the compound. Then I picked the piece of paper and entered my room.

“What is the usefulness of this number, “I said.

I was about to tear it when I heard a knock on the door. My heart sank.

I opened the door and saw …our landlord. He was not all that old. He was in his late 50s. I knew why he was there . My brother’s rent had expired and he had come to collect another rent for the next six months. I promised Paying him in two weeks time though I didn’t know how to.

The knock became very incessant.

I said , “who’s there ?”

“It’s Oga landlord.” He said.

My heart sank. I have not gotten his money ready as promised.

“Open the door naoo,” he said sounding quite Nigerian.

I opened the door and gazed into his face.

“Where is my money?” he asked me.

I remained silent.

Young woman, are you deaf,?” I said where is my money?”

“My brother had not sent it yet,”said I.

Then he said,”Se koff ya brother me ka die?”

He looked at my breast lustfully and said, “anyway,we can solve this problem in another way. Exchange is no robbery. Give me your ” Tor fi”( female organ) and I would cancelled your debt.”

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