Fiction20 Series – Excerpts

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Fiction20 Series – Excerpts

Episode 16: #Fiction20

JAMILA

Another call was placed as she waited for the receiver to pickup. “As-salamu alaykum” from the other side of the call. “Hi Dogo. Let’s save the peaceful gestures for another day. Anita is out. Activate PLAN B with immediate effect” Jamila said  to Dogo, one of her few contacts working alongside her plan to effect her revenge on Jaja’s family.

JAJA

“Buntu!” Jaja yelled from his hotel room. “come cleanup this mess right away” referring to Anita’s dead body lying on his room floor. “Also, get in touch with Dangan” he continued just as Buntu entered his room – “tell him he has a new assignment…

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Writen by: Micheal Tadese
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Episode 15: #Fiction20

JAMILA

She can hear all movements stop behind the door when she knocks. “It’s me.”

Samuel opens the door and relief floods Armani’s face. “You came back.” Jamila looks at her oddly, “Of course.” She takes Armani’s hand and gives it a squeeze.

Samuel looks worried. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to leave again. What if you are followed?”

“I’m not a novice. I make sure. And this was important.”

“Ok, so what was this about?”

“Jaja knows I’m alive.”

Armani’s eyes widen.

Samuel looks alarmed. “What? How?”

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Writen by: Sandra N. U.
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Episode 14: #Fiction20

JAJA

What the bad word?!!!

How dare her!

I stand up abruptly, upsetting my drink.

I feel bad for a minutebut then I remember she took a sip from.

I snap my fingers at Buntu and he knows immediately that this has turned from a cordial relationship to something more dangerous.

Far more dangerous…

JAMILA

Ha-ha.

I’ve seen headshots of him and I must admit, they don’t do him justice.

He had been sitting there for a while looking all tensed up. I initially didn’t want to approach him but I don’t know…

I just felt drawn.

Not love. Naaa, except it is the one that stabs…

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Writen by: Habibat Aminu (Bybarh)
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Episode 13: #Fiction20 – Strategy

ARMANI

As she laid down in her king sized bed in her luxury suite she thought about what her sister told her.

Jamila wanted to have revenge on Jaja.

Honestly, apart from the fact that the maniac wanted her dead she couldn’t care less about him or any silly revenge.

No amount of revenge would bring back her late parents or bring back her dead babies.

If it were up to her she would forget all this and think of how to start again with her baby and Jamila.

But, like her father’s daughter Jamila was stubborn as hell.

It would be easier getting a camel to pass through a needle or looking for a white cat in a snowstorm than to get Jamila change her mind.

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Written by: Charity Okorie

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Episode 12: #Fiction20

ARMANI

The car finally came to a stop after the unending ride to nowhere….

Even with the new location she didn’t think she would still be safe.

She had no idea who she was anymore.

In just a couple of weeks her entire life had shattered into shards of broken memories and most times she felt she was in a movie, a very scary one with a plot full of twists.

“Armani. We are here”, Udo-Samuel said shutting off the engine of the and car then coming out to help her out.

The place he called here, their new safe haven was in the middle of nowhere.

They were surrounded by bushes and trees and it was short of amazing how the mansion they were in was built in the first place.

Armani stared at her surroundings for a good minute while he closed the gate.

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Written by: Charity Okorie

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Episode 11: #Fiction20 – Getting Clarity

“Steady now” Udo-Samuel said as he helped me into the car. He had successfully staged the room with the dummy to fool the people that were after me of my death. But we both knew they would not be fooled for long.

Fear gripped me as I climbed into the car, and the way Udo- no Samuel- kept talking in whispers into a phone as we walked the short distance to the car didn’t do anything to ease my worries. I settled into the back seat of the car with my heart in my throat, and udo got into the Driver’s seat and started to drive. My head was pounding. I cradled my bump, thankful that my child was still living and safe and felt tears threaten my eyelids. Udo-Samuel did not say anything after he started to drive but I could feel him constantly looking at me through the rear view mirror.

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Written by: Salmah Abdulsalam

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Episode 10: #Fiction20

“Jaja, Armani is dead.” Anita uttered at the other end of the phone.

“What? Armani is what?” He fumed, shouting at the top of his voice.

She let out a deep sigh. She knew it wouldn’t be easy for Jaja to take. Her fingers quivered slightly as she held the cell phone to her ears. She was a tad relieved that she was not with him to bear the brunt of his anger. She could have sworn he could put a bullet through her skulls if she had been right there with him.

“That’s not bad wording possible. Armani is what?”, he asked again.

“Armani is dead. I just found out. I confirmed it.” She tried to sound as calm as possible. For the past few hours, she had been trying to figure out how it could have happened.

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Written by: Orifunke Lawal (Facebook)

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Episode 9: #Fiction20

ARMANI

She stretched out on the huge king sized bed as the welcoming sun rays from the window filled the room and woke her up.

She smiled and sat up, inhaling the fresh morning scent of her new environment. She could not remember the last time she slept this good without any nightmares from her past or disoriented morning after thoughts.

Her hands impulsively moved to her growing bump….Allah had been very merciful, her baby was still alive and kicking!

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Written by: Charity Okorie

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Episode 8: #Fiction20

Abeeb tiptoed from the bed towards the door. As he shut the door, he looked towards the bed. Hassanat’s chest rose and fell in rhythm with her deep breaths. For the first time since he returned home, she was deep asleep. He locked the door behind him. She won’t be awake for the next 4 hours, not with the drugs in her system. It would give him enough time to settle things.

As he drove out, he could picture the faces of his servants. Pity. They felt sorry for his choice of wife. A woman who was weak, with bouts of psychosis, and now a child murderer. The first two were true, but the last, no, Hassanat didn’t kill their daughter. He knew she had her limitations, but murder wasn’t one of them.

A car infront of him flashed its lights 4 times in quick successions. He followed the car into an untarred road. They stopped in front of an abandoned uncompleted building. The car he had followed flashed its lights again and honked the horn 3 times. Seconds later, a figure came out with a bundle in its arm.

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Written by: Oma Okpala

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Episode 7: #Fiction20

Jaja sat on the terrace in the beach apartment he was renting, sipping on the cold mai tai in front of him, enjoying the sea breeze. He could spot Anita on the beach,making her way towards the apartment. The best thing about the apartment was that you could see the whole island from here. He could tell when people came and when they went. And to the locals, he was just another dark skinned man with a nice accent and lots of money.

That was all you needed these days and he was grateful for that. Anita was finally here, he watched her as she made her way up the stairs, her long legs sliding gracefully in front of the other. The thing he liked most about Anita was the fact that she knew her strong points and she wasn’t afraid to use them. He admired her, how could he not? When you are born into wretchedness and somehow find the means to claw yourself up and make it to the heights she’s at, you definitely have his respect. Plus she was a fine piece of ass. Too bad Jaleel couldn’t appreciate that.

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Written by: Ifunanya Dibiaezue

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Episode 6: #Fiction20

Revenge they say, is a dish best served cold but then, I wouldn’t know, I like my meals spicy hot.

People think I’m mean, when all I do is look out for my family. Jaleel is weak and the 13th descendants of the Dan Fodio clan are not known for weakness.

The instruction was simple – kill them off, get closer to the daughter and finish her too. I trusted my baby brother to do this – for me, for our parents, to protect our name! We are known to revenge but trust Jaleel to catch feelings and be stupid.

If you’re wondering what my name is, it’s Jaja and I’m what you guys would call a bla Bla black sheep.

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Written by: Doris (1NigerianGirl)

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 Episode 5: #Fiction20

Armani could hear a voice scream, breaking her off her deep thoughts about Kaka and her mother. She quickly put away all the baking and kitchen utensils she had been cleaning. She does that every time, every time she was lost in thought, every time she blacked out, she cleaned, she baked, “it helps me feel closer to my mothers,” she explained to Dr Ahmed when he asked about how she copes on one of her routine visits.

Moving closer to the bedroom, the voice had steadied into wails. Armani wiped her face and made her way towards the room. She should be in tears for her dead husband, she should be in tears for being the killer, or perhaps, she could still make her way out of the house without anyone noticing. Rather, she found herself walking towards the room she had shared with Jaleel for the past three years. Where now, a strange woman who had just called her husband ‘hers’, laid.

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Writen by: Amina (thedoublequeen)

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Episode 4: #Fiction20

Dearest Armani,
I’m ending my life today because I cannot bear to live with myself
anymore, I cannot live knowing that I am the cause of your terrible
condition, one of the things the doctor told me when I went to see him was
that your blackouts were as a result of a traumatic experience you might
have had and I know from when you told me how your parents died that I
was the one responsible for their death. 

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Writen by: Leslie Ozoaka
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Episode 3: #Fiction20

No no no no no!

I scream even though no words leave my mouth.

With tears falling rapidly from my eyes, I rapidly back away from the bloodied mess beside me till I hit the wall with my back, my bottoms screaming with pain.

No!

I scream in my mind again refusing to believe what I’m seeing.

No. It can’t be Jaleel. Audhubillahi
Not my husband.
Breathe in; breathe out.
Who killed my husband?!!

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Writen by: Habibat Aminu (Bybarh)
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Episode2: #Fiction20 – Blackouts

December 2015  

The phone rang. “Hello Ahmed, peace be onto you”. “Good morning Jaleel, peace be onto you too”. “Can I see you today please.” Jaleel and Armani’s Doctor replied. “Okay, I’ll meet you at the clinic by 2pm today” as Jaleel hanged up. “Alright dear, I will be seeing Ahmed later today, he has some good news for us I guess” Jaleel remarked with a smile as he kissed Armani and left for work.

Later that day at the clinic with Dr Ahmed. Jaleel was quite curious about why the Doctor wanted to see him so urgently. “Jaleel, based on my past sessions with you and Armani as well as a couple of tests done on her, results show Armani is experiencing a condition known as ‘Blackouts’”, Ahmed explained subtly to Jaleel.

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Written by: Micheal Tadese
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Episode 1: #Fiction20 

Abuja, 1993

Hadjia Hassanat sat in the compound  of the beautiful building she loved to call ‘Castle’ and heaved a deep sigh. She was many months gone and knew the baby would pop anytime, she kept hoping that the moment came earlier than the doctor  envisaged , just so she would get it over with and push out the ‘thing’ inside her .

She was tired of  carrying a bump so huge and she had grown really fat over the years. Her  husband always had a  busy day but he  made sure to check on her through the company messenger who came home twice a day to see how she was faring. He had spent his earlier years as a Bureau De Change apprentice, now he owns and operates five branches of his and this meant he had to be constantly available. It was from this business he was able to build the huge edifice that Hadjia loved so much and many more.

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Written by: Tolani Busari
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Episode 5: #Fiction20

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