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30/12/2024

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26/12/2024

IN BETWEEN

Episode 11

Scene 1: Halima’s Office – Early Morning

Halima sits at her desk, eyes red from a sleepless night. Her phone buzzes. It’s Mr. Bako.

Halima: (picking up) Did you find something?

Mr. Bako: (on the line) I’ve traced the dummy corporation. The paper trail leads to a private bank in Abuja.

Halima: (leaning forward) Who owns the account?

Mr. Bako: (pausing) It’s registered under Jamal’s name.

Halima freezes, her mind racing.

Halima: (softly) Jamal? That doesn’t make sense.

Mr. Bako: (seriously) I thought the same. But it’s his name on the documents.

Halima: (determined) I’ll handle it.

She ends the call and stares at the phone, a mixture of doubt and anger in her eyes.

Scene 2: Jamal’s Apartment – Late Morning

Halima storms into Jamal’s apartment, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. Jamal, sitting on the couch, looks up in surprise.

Jamal: (calmly) Halima? What’s wrong?

Halima: (angrily) Don’t play innocent with me. Why is your name tied to the offshore accounts?

Jamal: (frowning) What?

Halima: (holding up her phone) I’ve seen the evidence. The dummy corporation, the bank account—it all points to you.

Jamal: (standing) Halima, I swear, I have nothing to do with this.

Halima: (stepping closer) Then explain! How did your name end up in this mess?

Jamal: (clenching his fists) Someone’s setting me up. Just like they’re setting you up.

Halima: (suspiciously) How can I trust you?

Jamal: (desperately) Because I’ve been protecting you. If I wanted you gone, I wouldn’t be here now.

Halima glares at him, her mind torn between belief and doubt.

Scene 3: A Hidden Cafe – Afternoon

Ibrahim sits at a small table in the corner, scanning the crowd nervously. A man in a hoodie approaches and slides into the seat across from him.

Ibrahim: (whispering) You have the files?

Hooded Man: (nodding) They were hard to get, but I found something.

The man hands Ibrahim a USB drive.

Hooded Man: (quietly) The person pulling the strings isn’t Jamal. But they’re using his name to divert attention.

Ibrahim: (staring at the drive) Who is it?

Hooded Man: (hesitating) I couldn’t get that far. But whoever it is, they’re dangerous. Be careful.

Scene 4: Halima’s Apartment – Evening

Halima sits in her living room, replaying her confrontation with Jamal in her head. The doorbell rings, pulling her out of her thoughts. She opens the door to find Ibrahim holding a USB drive.

Halima: (surprised) Ibrahim? What are you doing here?

Ibrahim: (seriously) You need to see this.

They sit down as Ibrahim plugs the drive into her laptop. A series of encrypted files appear on the screen. Ibrahim opens one, revealing emails discussing the offshore accounts and plans to frame Halima.

Halima: (reading) These… these are my company’s internal documents. How did they get them?

Ibrahim: (grimly) Someone on the inside is working against you.

Halima: (staring at the screen) But who?

Scene 5: A Dark Alley – Late Night

Jamal meets with a shadowy figure, his face tense.

Jamal: (angrily) You promised to keep Halima out of this.

Shadowy Figure: (coldly) Plans change.

Jamal: (clenching his fists) If anything happens to her—

Shadowy Figure: (interrupting) You’ll do nothing. Remember, Jamal, I own you.

Jamal glares at the figure, but he doesn’t respond. The figure steps back into the shadows, leaving Jamal alone.

Scene 6: Halima’s Office – Midnight

Halima sits at her desk, combing through the files Ibrahim brought her. She notices a familiar name buried in one of the emails.

Halima: (to herself) Tolu?

Her phone buzzes. It’s an anonymous text message.

Text Message: “Stop digging, or you’ll regret it.”

Halima’s heart races as she stares at the screen. She looks around her office, suddenly feeling exposed.

Scene 7: A Hidden Mansion – Midnight

The shadowy figure watches Halima through a live camera feed displayed on a large screen.

Assistant: (standing beside them) She’s getting too close.

Shadowy Figure: (smirking) Let her dig. The deeper she goes, the more she’ll bury herself.

The screen flickers, showing Jamal pacing in his apartment.

Shadowy Figure: (coldly) And if Jamal wavers, he’ll join her.

TBC
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Wings of Hope

Episode 12

Ade stood outside the flight school, staring at the entrance. It was the same place he had walked into months ago, filled with anxiety and doubt. Back then, failure had seemed like the end of the world. But today was different. Today, he was ready to face the exam again.

The past few months had been grueling. After his first failed attempt, Ade had thrown himself into his studies with a new intensity. Mr. Okon had been there every step of the way, offering advice, encouragement, and tough love when needed. The mistakes Ade made in the first exam became lessons, each one sharpening his focus and understanding.

He exhaled, then walked through the doors of the exam hall. The room was quiet, filled with other students who, like him, were hoping to prove themselves. Ade sat at his desk, his heart pounding but his mind clear. He had prepared for this moment.

The invigilator handed out the exam papers, and Ade’s pulse quickened as the clock started. This time, the questions didn’t intimidate him. He read through each one carefully, answering them with precision and calmness. There were moments of doubt, but they were fleeting. He pushed through, relying on the countless hours of study and the advice Mr. Okon had drilled into him.

As the exam wore on, Ade found himself settling into a rhythm. The fear that had overwhelmed him the first time was absent. Instead, there was a quiet determination. He had been here before, and he wouldn’t let fear sabotage him again. The clock ticked, but Ade remained focused, completing each section methodically until the end.

When the time was called, Ade placed his pen down and leaned back in his seat. A wave of exhaustion hit him, but beneath it was a sense of relief. He had done his best, and now, all that was left was to wait.

The next week passed in a haze of anticipation. Every day felt longer than the last, but this time, Ade refused to let his nerves control him. He kept himself busy, working his usual airport job and continuing his studies. It was during one of these shifts, while mopping the floors near the ticket counters, that his phone buzzed with a message. It was from the flight school.

Ade’s hands shook as he opened the message. His eyes scanned the screen, and for a moment, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His name was there. He had passed.

He stood frozen, the mop slipping from his hand and clattering to the floor. The noise startled him, snapping him out of his daze. His heart raced, not with fear this time, but with joy. He had done it. After everything—his father’s sacrifice, the sleepless nights, the failure—he had finally passed.

Ade rushed to the nearest bathroom, splashing water on his face as he tried to process the news. He stared at his reflection in the mirror, a smile slowly spreading across his face. It wasn’t just relief that washed over him—it was pride. He had fought for this, and he had earned it.

That evening, Ade visited Mr. Okon’s house. The older man greeted him with a warm smile, as if he already knew the good news. Ade handed him the acceptance letter, and Mr. Okon read it over, nodding approvingly.

“You did it, Ade,” Mr. Okon said, his voice steady but full of emotion. “I knew you would.”

Ade smiled, feeling the weight of the moment. “I couldn’t have done it without you, sir.”

Mr. Okon shook his head. “I only showed you the way. You walked the path. And now, your real journey begins.”

The next few weeks flew by as Ade prepared for his first day at flight school. He had worked so hard to get here, but now that it was finally happening, he couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. The flight school was prestigious, known for its rigorous training, and Ade knew that the challenges ahead would be unlike anything he had faced before.

On the morning of his first day, Ade stood at the gates of the flight school, taking in the sight. The large building loomed ahead, surrounded by planes on the runway. For as long as he could remember, this had been his dream—to be here, to train to become a pilot. And now, he was on the cusp of making that dream a reality.

He stepped through the gates, his heart pounding with both anticipation and fear. As he made his way to the orientation room, he noticed the other students around him. Some looked just as nervous as he did, while others seemed confident, already walking with the ease of people who knew they belonged.

But Ade didn’t let that intimidate him. He had fought too hard to let doubt creep in now. He found a seat in the back of the room and waited as the instructor entered, a tall man with a stern expression.

“Welcome to flight school,” the instructor began, his voice booming through the room. “Over the next few months, you will be tested, pushed, and challenged in ways you’ve never experienced before. Some of you won’t make it. But for those who do, the sky will be yours.”

Ade’s chest tightened at the words. This was it. The real challenge had begun. But as he sat there, listening to the instructor’s speech, he couldn’t help but feel a quiet sense of resolve. He had overcome so much to get here—what was a little more struggle?

The first day was a whirlwind of introductions and schedules. Ade met his classmates, most of whom seemed friendly enough, though some eyed him with curiosity. He knew he didn’t fit the mold of the typical student. Many of them came from wealth, their families paying for their education with ease. But Ade wasn’t here to make friends or to prove himself to anyone but himself. He was here to fly.

That night, as he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling of his small dorm room, Ade thought back to the moment he had first seen a plane soaring through the sky as a boy. It had seemed so far away then, a dream that felt impossible. But now, he was closer than ever. And no matter what challenges lay ahead, he was ready to face them.

Ade’s journey had only just begun.

TBC
Failure is not the end of the road. Ade weldone ohhh... The journey has just started.
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20/08/2024

Ties of Love and Trials

Episode 1

Susan sat at the head of the table in her spacious dining room, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The table was set for three, but there was no warmth in the atmosphere. Her mother, Mrs. Lawson, was perched on the edge of her seat, her eyes narrowing every time they landed on Seco, who sat quietly across from her. The tension was thick, almost palpable, as if the very air between them was charged with unspoken judgments.

Seco, a web designer by profession, was well aware of Mrs. Lawson's disapproval. From the moment he had married Susan, he had felt the weight of her mother's disdain. It wasn’t just the sideways glances or the tight-lipped smiles she reserved for him; it was the way she spoke to Susan, as if he wasn’t even in the room, as if he were some unfortunate detail she was forced to endure. Seco tried to ignore it, focusing instead on the love he shared with his wife, but today, as Mrs. Lawson sat there with that familiar look of discontent, he couldn’t help but feel the sting.

"So," Mrs. Lawson began, her voice cutting through the silence like a knife, "how is work going, Seco?" The question was loaded, dripping with the knowledge that Seco had yet to secure any substantial clients for his web design business. She knew he was struggling, and she reveled in it.

Seco hesitated, glancing at Susan for support, but she remained silent, her eyes downcast. "It’s going well," he said finally, though the words felt hollow even as he spoke them. He had spent the last few months pitching ideas, meeting potential clients, and working late into the night, but nothing had materialized. His dreams of building a successful business were still just that—dreams.

Mrs. Lawson smiled, but it was a smile without warmth. "Good, good," she said, leaning back in her chair. "I’m sure something will come along soon. It must be so difficult, though, relying on Susan to keep the household afloat. It’s a good thing she’s such a capable woman."

Seco felt his cheeks burn, but he kept his composure. "Susan and I are a team," he replied, his voice steady. "We support each other."

"Of course, of course," Mrs. Lawson said, waving a hand dismissively. "But it’s still a shame. A man should be able to provide for his wife, not the other way around. Isn’t that right, Susan?"

Susan looked up then, her expression strained. She opened her mouth as if to respond, but no words came out. The silence stretched on, uncomfortable and suffocating, until Mrs. Lawson finally stood up.

"Well," she said, brushing imaginary crumbs from her lap, "I should be going. I just wanted to drop by and see how my daughter is doing. And to make sure everything is... in order." She glanced around the immaculate room, her eyes lingering on Seco once more before she turned and headed for the door.

Seco remained seated, his hands clenched into fists beneath the table. He listened as Susan walked her mother to the door, murmuring words he couldn’t quite make out. When she returned, she sat down next to him, her shoulders slumping as she let out a heavy sigh.

"I’m sorry," she whispered, reaching for his hand. "I didn’t know she was going to say those things."

Seco squeezed her hand, trying to ignore the knot of frustration that had formed in his chest. "It’s not your fault," he said, though he couldn’t keep the edge out of his voice. "But it’s not easy, Susan. She doesn’t respect me, and it’s hard to keep pretending that it doesn’t bother me."

Susan nodded, her eyes filling with tears. "I’ll talk to her," she promised. "I’ll make her understand that you’re my husband, and that I love you, no matter what she thinks."

Seco wanted to believe her, wanted to hold on to the hope that Mrs. Lawson would change, but deep down, he knew better. He had seen the way she looked at him, the way she dismissed him as if he were nothing more than an inconvenience. And yet, he also knew that he couldn’t let her come between him and Susan. Their love was too important, too precious to be destroyed by anyone, even someone as formidable as Mrs. Lawson.

"I love you too," he said, pulling Susan into a tight embrace. "We’ll get through this. Together."

But as he held her, the doubts lingered in the back of his mind, whispering of the challenges that lay ahead, challenges that neither of them could fully anticipate.

TBC
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In God we trust

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07/07/2024

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