Bitch

Episode 42

There are times in life where we feel all hope is
lost. A time where everything goes wrong and
our best friends seem to suddenly be our
worse enemies. Its times like that we know
who we truly are and we know our full
capability.

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John had lost it all. He had quited working for
his father and the business he was trying to
set up wasn’t growing as quick as he wanted,
but all of that wasn’t really his main problem.

His main problem was Jummy. He had lost
her all because of his foolishness, he hadn’t
always been bisexual and it took loosing
Jummy to know that he can be straight… If
there was one thing he was sure of now, it
would be he sincerely loved Jummy with all
his heart.

As he stared down from the roof of the GNP
building, he realized committing suicide isn’t
as easy as people portray it. His brain was
fighting a war with his broken heart. While his
heart told him to jump and he would feel no
other pain again, his brain told him to go
home and think about how to win Jummy
back.

At a point, he climbed the pavement and just
a step forward would have sealed the deal but
his brain finally won the war. He stepped
down from the pavement and decided to go
home. He believed he still had a chance with
Jummy if he was alive, but if he killed himself,
then nothing can happen.

As he sat down on the chair, he realized he
was crying and that was a very strange thing
for him, considering he hadn’t cried in ages.

Suddenly, he heard a voice. The voice seemed
to flow with the wind and he wasn’t sure until
a heavy wind blew once again and asked him
the simply question of faith.

DO YOU WANT ME TO SAVE YOU?

John was so astonished to reply so he just
nodded. And the next thing he knew, his heart
was filled with joy. He didn’t know why, but he
was smiling and all he could say was “thank
you”.

At that spot, on the roof of GNP, John gave
his life to Jesus.

He was truly saved.

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Jummy was worried. After the dinner with
John, she had gone straight home, showered
and la!d on her bed in an attempt to sleep, but
Mr Sleep didn’t seem to be her friend so she
kept on tossing and turning round the bed,
thinking about no other person than John.

With a clear head, she saw things differently.

She started thinking maybe she was too harsh
on him. She couldn’t deny the fact that she
loved him so much it hurt.

Her thoughts were interrupted by her ringing
phone.

She glanced at the wall clock and silently
cursed the person who was calling at such
ungodly hour before picking up the phone and
saw it was Zainab. She knew Zainab would
never call at such a time without having a
good reason.

She pressed the green button.

After the call, she only became more worried
after hearing what Zainab had to say.

Toafeek had been kidnapped, the kidnapper
requested for ten million naira, Zainab had
less than half of that and she wanted to trick
them with it and finally she wasn’t supposed
to call the police.

Can tonight get any worse? She thought.

She knew she wasn’t meant to call the police
but she had to help somehow, she need advice
and only one person came into her mind.

She took a deep breath and dialed a number.

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Henry drove like a thief being chased by the
entire New York Police Department (NYPD).

He knew he didn’t have much time to get to
their next destination but he also knew that
the kidnappers didn’t care about that so he
drove like his life depended on it.

Although Zainab complained about his speed
out loud and requested he reduced it before
they ended up spending the rest of their night
in a hospital or at worse a morgue, she
silently prayed that he even increased the
speed and silently thanked her stars that he
was involved in the matter, she didn’t know
how she would have kept herself together if
she had done this all alone.

Eight minutes later, they drove past the Mile
2/ festac intersection and at exactly Nine
minutes later, they were at Mile 2 – Oke as
instructed.

Henry looked at Zainab and saw a kind of
expression he had never seen on her before.

Usually, he could read her facial expressions,
but this time, she was blank. He knew playing
the cracking-a-joke card at this time would be
a bad idea, he decided to play a different card.

“Don’t worry,” he said, “your brother would be rescued, trust me.”

Zainab didn’t even act like she heard him. He
continued. “When next they call, request to see your brother so that you would know he is still alive.”

A minute later her phone rang.

“Hello,” she said.

“Are you there yet?”
“Yes.”
“Take one bag this time and get out of your
car. Look around and you would see two
buses parked besides each other, one red, one
yellow. Drop the money beside in the red one
and go back to your car.”

Zainab remember Henry’s words. “I want to
speak to my brother now, I want to know that
he is still alive and safe.”

Mr Dayo sighed. “Okay, I’ll do better than
that. I’ll show him to you life and direct.”
Zainab ears opened wider as he said that.

“When you drop the money in the red bus, go
to the back of the yellow bus and don’t try
fast move.”

Zainab dropped the money in the red bus as
she was told and walked to the back of the red
bus. Through the glass, she saw her brother.

He was tied to a chair with his mouth taped
together. Zainab walked closer and wanted to
open the door when she saw a gun appear
beside Taofeek’s head, she couldn’t see the
face of the person because of the darkness.

She reluctantly went back to her car.

She had barely sat down when her phone
rang.

“Now that that’s settled. Drive back to Oke-
Afa now, locate St Pauls Anglican Church and
wait for my call. You have twenty five minutes
to get there and locate it.” Mr Dayo paused as
if thinking of something then he added. “So far
you have been pretty obedient and I like that,
just do as I say, and you would see your
brother. And don’t think I don’t know you
brought a friend along even after I told you
not to. I’m not angry yet… Don’t give me a
reason to be.” Mr Dayo hung up.

Henry started the car and drove off, heading to
Oke-Afa, the call had been on loud speaker
and he heard everything.

As they drove, Zainab received a text message
from Jummy: WHERE ARE YOU NOW?
Zainab replied: ON OUR WAY TO THE LAST
DROP (St Pauls Anglican Church, Oke-Afa).

Please I know you want to help but don’t do
anything silly.

Jummy had other plans of her own.