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Abuja, Cedi Plaza
“So your plan was to drop those sweet words and make me run after you, pretty boy?” Candy asked, her face expressionless. “I am being very careful not to leave the wrong impression here,” Felix replied nicely. He was still awed by Candy’s natural beauty.  “And what might be the wrong impression?” Felix got her drift. She was clearly asking to be chased. It had been a while since he had the pleasure of chasing a lady, and a much longer time since he was given the privilege to chase one as pretty as Candy. Thoughts ran through his mind. How do I proceed here? He asked himself. Watching Candy from a distance and even observing her eat her cake had somehow given him the impression it was going to be easy. He was wrong. Now that Candy had offered him the chance he longed for, he found words had fled him. The lines he had memorized from novels were no longer close for him to pull out from his mind.

With his charming smile, he tried to belly how overwhelmed he felt suddenly. Candy was breathing hard. She was careful not to push the envelope too far. There was something about Felix’s eyes that made her feel he could see into her soul. “What is your name? I don’t remember you telling me.” Candy was glad he asked. That momentary silence was becoming too awkward for the both of them. “Candy Eloka is my name.” With that, their conversation loosened and because much more exciting. Thirty minutes later, they were laughing happily like they had known each other for a long time. “So which school are you going to?” Felix asked. Candy had been hoping to study outside Abuja to have some freedom from her overbearing parents, but with Felix living and working in Abuja, she quickly made a change of plans.

“I hope to gain admission to study Microbiology at the University of Abuja.” “I graduated from there, you know!” Felix said excitedly. “I can help you with your admission process. In fact, you already have your admission in the school. I know the deputy vice-chancellor; he is a family friend. He and my dad did a course together at Imperial College London.” “Are you for real?” Candy asked breathlessly. With that common ground between them, there was no looking back between the two of them.

Osun State University
All the five of them were seated on the floor. Mujib had an ominous look on his face and was sighing incessantly. “The boy thinks my babe is falling for him. I have asked Suzan what the boy was doing in her apartment and she said nothing. Though she keeps denying that she does not love him, I don’t believe her! I checked her phone and saw a text message which she sent to him calling him baby. Guys, my mind is made up. The boy has to die. I want him taken down to our shrine and slaughtered. I will like to be around and watch him plead for his miserable life,” Mujib stated.

Suzan had woken up that morning with deep sorrow in her heart. Since Mujib and his friends stormed out of her apartment, she knew Michael was in trouble. It had been long since she prayed last. She knelt down and began to pray. Soon her simple prayer became intense and tears began to flow from her eyes. She was certain something bad was about to happen. She picked her phone and called a student pastor she knew on campus. “Pee (short for pastor), something wrong is about to happen to someone I know. I feel it strongly. You know Mujib, right?” “Who doesn’t know that blood sucker in this campus? I know him quite well.” “Good, he met with a male friend of mine in my apartment. I think he is planning to kill the boy.” “Suzan, are you Mujib’s girlfriend?!”

“It is a long story, pee. I feel the need to pray for my friend. Can you join me or send some people to join me? I think they are going to kill him…” she began to sob. “It’s okay, Suzan, come down to fellowship center, some people are there right now. I will be there in the next fifteen minutes.  We will hold hands together and pray for the young man in question. Stop crying, God will save him.” “Thanks a lot pee.” Suzan ran into the bathroom to clean up and head down to the fellowship. The last time she set a foot on the fellowship center was in her first semester year two. While she brushed her teeth, she felt ashamed of herself. “God I feel sad that since my year two in this school I have not had a place for you in my heart. I feel embarrassed that I am going back to fellowship in my final year all because I am in trouble,” she confessed with her head bowed.

Michael was heading for lecture with two of his classmates. He had his phone in his hand, typing a message to send to Suzan. A navy blue Nissan Maxima, pulled up beside him with a screeching sound. His two classmates who had seen the car coming, took to their heels. Michael didn’t know why they were running. He had heard the car screech to a halt and some guys jumping out of it toward them. He had to do what he knew best to do. He shoved his phone into his pocket and bolted off in the same direction as his two classmates. The three young men after him were determined to leave with him. They scampered toward him. When they saw how athletic and quick Michael was, they fired gunshots into the air and demanded he stop running.

It was only then that Michael knew he was the target. Instead of stopping, he stepped up his run. Ducking, and running zig zag, he deliberately made it difficult for them to shoot him. When he reached the students’ union building, he circled it and aimed for the nearby bush. Then out of nowhere, a young man slammed a plank into his face and sent him to the ground with a bloody face. He tried to stand up and run, but felt giddy. He hit the ground twice in his effort to run, before giving up. He looked around to see if he could make out the faces of the people after him. His eyes had been covered with so much blood for him to see clearly.

A few distance away, students gathered; watching in horror, as Michael’s assailants approached him. The students knew he would be shot dead in that moment if he was a cultist. Many cried, others prayed, while a good many ran as fast as they could to get away from the horror which was about to take place.  On the ground where Michael lay, he pleaded for mercy. He still had no clue what his sin was. The guys after him, wasted no time to lift and shove him into their Nissan Maxima. To scare away school security, they fired shots into the air a few times and drove off in a frenzy.

Suzan was in her room with a few of the fellowship members. She had decided to cook for them as a peace offering for abandoning the fellowship since her year two. “Suzan! Suzan!!” a female voice called from outside. Suzan ran outside to see who that was. One of her class mates was in tears and swinging her arms up and down uncertainly. “What is it Pelumi?” Suzan asked with alarm in her voice. “Your friend…that your friend…they…they have carried him away!! They will kill him Suzan!!!” Pelumi cried out. “Which of my friends?” asked Suzan. It was not that she did not know who Pelumi was talking about, but she was still in denial. “Cult boys have carried your year one boyfriend away!! They will kill him!!” Then it hit home. Suzan took two gasps of heavy breath and slumped to the ground. Her fellowship members picked her up and ran inside to revive her.

“But why would those kush guys pick Michael up? Michael is a bastard! He has not cult family! This is a mistaken identity. What do we do Deji?” Tosin asked. He had been worked up since he heard Micheal was picked up by cultists. “Guy, I don’t know whom we can talk to here without getting into trouble. We are new around here, you know,” explained Deji, clearly scared stiff.

On a bumpy dusty road, far from university community, the Nissan Maxima sped, raising huge volumes of dust. Inside the car, the cultists held Michael down while he bled. They were driving him down to their shrine. In a flash, Michael’s life played out before him. He knew death was waiting for him. Mustering courage, he began to pray to God for mercy. As if on cue, his phone began to ring. From the ring tone, he knew his mother was the caller. “She may have sensed I am in danger,” Michael thought. None of the boys gave a hoot about Michael’s phone. Their faces were in layers of frown, and their eyes glassy as if they were fixed on distant objects.


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Andrew Magege

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