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Stories by Dera, Porthacourt, Port Harcourt (2026)

15/06/2026

Episode 9

The faces of the men were partially obscured by the deep shadows of the warehouse. Their backs were straight and their heads held high and in the center of the bloody symbol, a young girl was tied securely to a heavy wooden chair. My breath cut in my throat. It was her, the Senator's daughter. She was wearing a torn, stained silk dress, her head slumping forward against her chest. She looked semi-conscious, likely drugged. As my eyes adjusted further, a fifth figure stepped out from the deep darkness behind her chair. He was holding a long-curved ceremonial blade. The man slowly raised the blade above his head, the steel catching a stray beam of sunlight, flashing reflection across the cracked concrete walls. The chanting reached a high pitch, the voices swelling with horrific anticipation.They were going to kill her. I didn't think about the odds. I took a deep breath, stepped out from behind the wooden partition into the open space and raised my gun. “Nigerian Police! Drop the weapon! Stand down and put your hands on your head! Now!” My voice cut through the rhythmic chanting. The chanting stopped. But to my horror, the men in the wine colored agbadas didn't panic. None of them tried to run. They slowly turned their heads towards me. The man holding the blade lowered it slightly, stepping into the direct beam of sunlight. When the light hit his features, I froze. I knew that face. That cold, calculating eyes belonged to AIG Ibrahim. My hands trembled slightly against the grip of my gun. It felt like the ground tilted violently beneath my boots.

10/06/2026

He has discovered the hidden conspiracy of the elite class. 😨 what will he do next??😰

10/06/2026

Episode 8

The drive to Apapa felt like a descent into a war zone. I neared the port area, the giant oil tankers and rusted cargo trucks are lined in the pot-holed roads, creating a desolate wasteland of steel and dust. I parked my car three blocks away, slotting it between two broken down abandoned container. The air here was heavy and smelled like diesel oil and a stench of rotting fish from the nearby wharf. I looked around me, sighting different buildings, but one caught my attention, a massive building ahead. I followed my instincts and started walking towards it. My right hand rested firmly on the hidden gun beneath my shirt. The building has decaying structure of stained concrete and rusted steel girders, the windows were shattered. A heavy pregnant silence hung over the area.
I found a side entrance, a metal door hanging loosely off its rusted hinges. I quickly slide inside easing my breathing to absolute silence. The inside was dark, harsh beams of sunlight cut through holes in the high roof. One can see millions of dancing dust motes in the air. The air inside was suffocating, with the smell of old rust. I pulled my gun from my shirt holding it tightly, two handed grip in front of my chest, moving lightly on my feet like a predator.
I navigated past old rusted sorting belts and piles of rotting wooden pallets as I moved deeper into the dark warehouse. Then, a sound cut through the silence. It was a low, rhythmic chanting. I tried to make out what the chanting was about, maybe it is a typical kidnapping gang arguing over a ransom payout. But what I am hearing doesn't sound like an argument, instead, it sounds like a synchronized murmur of voices rising and falling in a terrifying melodic cadence. I crept towards the center of the facility, pressing my back against a broken wooden partition, and peered through a wide crack in the slats. In the center of a wide, cleared space on the dirty concrete floor, a massive circle has been drawn. Within it was the exact same symbol I had crouched over in the Senator's house. But this time, the symbol was drawn with fresh, dark, blood, thick enough to reflect the stray beams of sunlight from above.
Around the circle stood four men. They were draped in heavy, dark wine-colored agbadas.

09/06/2026

Will he save the Senator’s Daughter? Or will his life be in danger ⚠️😨.
Let’s find out in the next episodes.

09/06/2026

Episode 7

My eyes flickered to Tunde then back to nothing, “who is this? And state your business.” “ A friend of the family,” the voice replied smoothly, ignoring my command. “ If you want to find the girl you have less than 2 hours to do so.” The voice said with a serious tone. I instinctively looked at my wrist watch, it was 10:18 AM. “Give me a location.” I demanded, my hand reaching for a pen and paper on my desk. “Do you know the old abandoned sorting facility near the Apapa wharf?” The voice paused. “Sometimes, to keep the wheels of a nation running smoothly, certain sacrifices must be made. Power requires specific price, Kola.” I was getting impatient, judging from my tight jaw and clutched hands. “Go alone Detective” The line went dead with a hallow click. I slowly lowered the phone, my mind racing. “ Who was that?” Tunde asked, his eyes locked onto my face, watching my expression shift from anger to a cold calculated focus. His brow furrowed in deep concern. “ A lead,” I said, stuffing the phone back into my pocket. I picked up my car keys from the desk. “ Am coming with you.” Tunde said immediately, his hand moving towards his belt to check his handcuffs. His jaw set. I looked at my friend, my expression softening. I valued Tunde more than anyone else in this corrupt, broken system, which was why I couldn't let him step into the fire with me. If things go wrong, he has a wife and three kids back at Maryland to think about. I had nothing but a lonely apartment.
“No,” I said, my voice firm, leaving no room for argument. Remembering the callers words to go ‘Alone’. “I need you to do something for me instead. If I don't call you in two hours, Tunde…don't go to the DPO, don't go to the Commissioner. Go straight to the investigative journalists at the press. Leak everything we have on the Surulere bodies”. Tunde stared at me with wide eyes, his lips parting as if he wants to protest, but the sheer gravity in my eyes silenced him. He slowly let go of his belt, nodding once. Without waiting another second, I turned and walked out of the station, my heart beating against my ribs.

08/06/2026

Episode 6

When I walked into the station, it felt different. It wasn't the usual chaotic mornings of petty thieves being dragged around, or market women screaming over stolen goods. It was quiet. The Junior officers who usually greeted me with a sharp “Good morning Sah!,” suddenly found themselves deeply focused on their paperwork. I walk towards my desk to find Tunde already there. He held up two plastic cups of steaming local coffee. “ You look like rubbish.” Tunde said softly, handing a cup over. I took it, wrapping my hands around the warmth of the cup. “Thanks, good to know my state of mind is showing.” I took a long sip, letting the bitter liquid burn my tongue. “What do we have from forensics on the Adeleke house? Did they pull any prints from the living room?.” Tunde let out a dry laugh, and leaned in closer, his chest nearly touching my desk. His voice dropping to a whisper like he is about to share a secret. “Forensics? Kola, you are dreaming awake.” I narrowed my eyes at him “what do you mean?.” He let out a deep breath… “I went to the lab thirty minutes ago. The team that went with you to the house were ordered to hand over all digital files, sketches, and logs directly to the Commissioner's office. They didn't even file a duplicate in our local registry.” My jaw tightened so hard a sharp pain shot up to my temple. I slammed the plastic cup so hard on my desk causing a small splash of the dark liquid onto a pile of old files. “ What do you mean they didn't file it? That's our case!.” “ It was our case,” Tunde corrected me, his eyes darting nervously towards the DPO’s office down the hall. His voice dropped to a harsh whisper. “ The Senator called the Inspector general, the case is now a specialized federal matter. I felt my jaw clutch, anger flashing in my eyes “I can't believe this,” I muttered, my words low and rough. “I need to see the DPO!” I said as I stood up, my chair scraping loudly against the concrete floor. “ What for?” Tunde hissed. “The DPO contacted me about this case” I said, my expression hard and determined. “knowing fully well it is connected to the Surulere killings am handling, I…” “Don't you see the game Kola?” Tunde cut me off, his voice low and laced with concern as he locks his eyes on mine. “You're the designated scapegoat” he continued. “ The left you on the log because if it blows up in their faces, they need a local boy to take the fall”. My expression froze for a bit, my eyes narrowed slightly, I looked like I have just been told something obvious but didn't want to believe it. Tunde reached out to me and grabbed my shoulders, his grip tight, biting into my muscles. His expression softened into pure pleading. “You asked me last night if I thought someone high up knew. I'm telling you now, they know, and they are watching. Let it go man”.
Before I could rip my shoulder away from his grip, my phone vibrated against my thigh. I pulled it out. An unknown number flashed on the screen. I swiped to answer, bringing it to my ear without a word, my breathing heavy. “Detective Sergeant Kola,” a voice said from the other end. The voice was smooth, with a polished accent of someone abroad. “I trust you slept well.”

05/06/2026

Episode 5

The alarm didn't wake me up, the heat did. By 8:30 AM, my small apartment was already stifling, the ceiling fan spinning lazily overhead, barely stirring the thick air. I lay perfectly still staring at the ceiling, for a split second, I was just Kola. A man in need of a solid hot plate of akara and pap, and a long uninterrupted sleep. Then the image of that symbol etched into Senator Adeleke's marble floor flashed behind my eyelids, and the weight of my duty returned, settling in like a lead on my chest.
I swung my legs off the bed, my feet hitting the cold floor. My gun is still laying where I dropped it. I picked it up, my face tightening like I had bitten into something sour as the cold, black metal registered against my palm. The reality of what the day held seeped in and my jaw clenched.
I stood up lazily and walked towards the bathroom.
After a quick shower, I dressed in a faded black button down shirt and dark trousers. I strapped my holster to my side and caught my reflection in the small cracked mirror by the door. My eyes were bloodshot, with dark circles, my reflection reminded me of the image of a Vampire I once saw in a movie, who had been starved blood for days.
“Keep it together, Kola,” I muttered to the empty room.
The drive to the Surulere divisional headquarters was an exercise in patience. Lagos traffic was already awake, one can see the chaotic sea of yellow danfo buses, aggressive okada riders weaving through impossible gaps, and the relentless, deafening symphony of blaring horns. The air was thick with exhaust fumes and the sharp scent of fried akara from the roadside vendors. To everyone else, this was just a typical crazy morning in the city. To me it felt like tension before a storm.

05/06/2026

Episode 4

I didn't leave the Adeleke house immediately. My eyes still locked onto the symbol etched into the marble like a bad omen. I crouched there, frozen, fingers hovering milimeters above the carving like it's a live wire. A voice in my head constantly screaming ‘ don’t touch it.’ I didn't, I never touched them. Not after the third body found in Surulere. Memories flickered like a switch. The first time I touched it, the smell of iron clogged onto my skin for two days, like I'd dipped my hands in blood. “Sir…?” A hesitant voice pulled me back. I looked up, blinking away the flashback. One of the junior officers stood a few feet away shifting uncomfortably like he didn't want to be in same room as the thing carved into the floor. He's eyes darting to the symbol and quickly away. “Yeah?” I said, my voice gruffer than I'd like. “Forensics is ready.” I nodded, unfolding my knees from the crouch. My knees felt heavy, or maybe it was something else weighing me down.
Stepping into the night air, and it slammed into me like a cold dose of reality. Or maybe I was just fully awake now. I leaned against my car, rubbing my face. My brain trying to connect the dots…six bodies, same weird symbol, zero leads. Now the Senator's daughter is missing. Lagos just got a whole lot darker.
“Kola!”
I didn't need to turn, it was Inspector Tunde. One of the few people I trust in the department. He strolled up beside me, eyes cringed like he's reading my mind. “You look like you've seen a ghost,” he says. “Feels worse than that” I mutter. He followed my gaze back to the big house. “It's true then?” I nodded, jaw tight. “Same symbol.” Tunde let out a low whistle. “ Jesus…” “yeah,” I said. We stood there, wrapped in that kinda silence where you don't need words, both people thinking the same thing.
Tunde spoke first. “This is bigger than us.” I let out a dry laugh, “ it was bigger than us from the first body.” He shook his head, serious. “No, I mean bigger than the department.” I turned, eyes locked onto his. And there it was ‘fear’. The real deal. Not the kind of fear you get from chasing a crazy suspect down. This was the kind of fear that crawls into your bones when you think the people calling the shots might be dirty!. “Say it,” I told him, my voice low. He hesitated like he is stepping into a quicksand. Then I asked “ You think someone high up is involved?” I held his gaze for a while then looked away. He didn't answer immediately, “I think,” I said slow, like I am weighing each word. “Someone high up knows.”
—-
I slid into my car, the leather creaking like it's as tired as I am. The drive back to Surulere was a blur. Just streets, lights, and my brain churning. I pulled into the compound, parking like a pro. Kicked off my shoes the moment I stepped inside my apartment. No lights on. I didn't need them, I beelined for bed, shedding clothes like am shedding skin. ‘Clonk’. My gun hit the floor. Tomorrow's gonna be serious. This thing is getting uglier. I face-planted onto the mattress as I welcomed sleep.

04/06/2026

Episode 3

An hour later, I am standing at the gates of the Adeleke residence. Even at night, the place screamed money. Tall walls, a line up of cars that would make a Lagos traffic jam look tame. I look around keenly, sighting the serious-looking security guards with serious guns, my eyes lingered on their faces. How did they miss it? A girl goes missing from the house and nobody saw nothing?. , I thought to myself letting out a scoff. One of them caught my eye, trying to stare down at me, I gave him the police look, all calm, all knowing. He looked away first. Stepping inside, I flash my badge, and was immediately met with chaos. Staffs whispering, Security trying to look competent. A mother somewhere inside crying like her world had ended. Maybe it had. One of the security guards took me to the living room, that's where I saw it…on the floor of the living room was the symbol drawn to perfection. I crouch down, my eyes narrowing as I stare at it, my jaw clitching with frustration. I silently look around to see if I can get ahold of something…evidence at least. But there was nothing, and that bothers me. This weird symbol's all I've got.
“Detective!”
I turn,standing slowly. The man before me was taller than I expected, Confident stride. Power is practically radiating off him. I feel a flicker of.’ whoa’ but I quickly turn my expression formal, a mix of surprise and caution. This is my first time coming face to face with the senator. I straightened up a bit more, hand instinctively adjusting my badge.
‘ Senator.’ I said acknowledging his presence. The Senator's gaze sweeps over me, slow and assessing. I feel like a piece of meat being sized up. He looks me up and down, like he's wondering if I'm worthy of whatever that's going on. I shift slightly, trying to keep my cool. The air is thick with unspoken questions. “You're the one he sent?” He asked suddenly. “Yes sir” I replied. Now he is checking if I measure up, I knew the answer, I don't …but I was what they had.
The Senator's voice drops to a growl, “Find my daughter,” he says, “ or I promise you this city will feel it.” eyes narrowing into slits. The threat hangs in the air like a blade poised to cut. I lock eyes with him, my gut tightening. And for the first time that night, I feel a shiver crawl up my spine. I believe him. Something bigger than a missing girl just walked into the room. A storm is brewing, and Lagos is in it's path. I can taste it. Deep down a voice whispers: this won't end pretty. By the time I figure out what's coming, Lagos won't just be scared…it will be burning.

30/05/2026

Episode 2

Stepping inside, the station was alive in the worst way possible. Phones ringing, officers moving quickly without direction, “what's going on” I thought to myself. There's more tension here than in the Pentagon's situation room during the ambush of Osama bin Laden. I walked towards the DPO'S office. The door was slightly open, I took a deep breath and knocked once, without waiting for a reply, I stepped in. The DPO stood by the window, his back to me and his hands clasped behind him. The city lights reflected faintly on the glass, outlining his figure. He turned slowly towards me, that's when I noticed his eyes, they were tired, not the “too much paperwork” kind of tired. This was different.
“Kola”, he said in a low voice, “you're here”.
“Yes sir” I replied standing upright with my hands clasped behind me.
“A girl is missing…a very important girl” he said cutting to the chase
Of course she was, I mean with all these commotions, it got to be something very important.
“Senetor Adeleke’s Daughter” he added.
There it was, I blinked twice and exhaled slowly. “Kidnapping?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. He shook his head."We don't know yet”.he replied, gesturing for me to sit. “ She disappeared last night, around 10PM. from their residence in Ikoyi”. I frowned, and furrowed my brows. “What about security?, I mean… a senator's daughter should at least have one” I said stating the obvious. The DPO let out a breath, from his look, I can see he doesn't have an answer to that. “What about witnesses?” I asked. The DPO shook his head like the reluctant bearer of unpalatable news “Nothing useful” he said. I leaned back on my seat, crossing my arms. Well this is a serious case, but … ‘Why me?’. I blurnted out. He held my gaze for a long second. "Because of your case in Surulere”. He answered somberly. My stomach tightened slightly.
The ritual killings.
Six bodies in three weeks, all found in different parts of Surulere. All bodies had pattern symbols carved into their skin, organs were missing, no suspects, just fear spreading like wildfire.
I adjusted in my seat, leaning forward. ‘I don't see the connection’ I said carefully.
The DPO looked towards the door, and stood up briefly, walked past me, and closed the office door fully this time. Whatever came next wasn't for anyone else to hear. ‘We found something tonight’, he said quietly. ‘ At the Senator's house’
He said reaching into a file on his desk and pulled out a photograph, sliding it towards me. I picked it up, and for a moment, everything went still. My chest tightened. I recognized the image, the symbol, a pentagram with inverted points surrounded by Hebrew-like script and a circle. Carefully carved into the marble floor of that expensive Ikoyi mansion. The same one I had seen carved into a flesh. I looked up slowly at him and he gave me a nod with a varying depth of sigh.
“This is connected”. I muttered . The DPO didn't respond. He didn't have to.

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