It was almost a year now since Philip had been incarcerated in the maximum prison in Palau for a crime he knew nothing about. Despite his insistence on not knowing anything relating to the wraps of cocaine as well as the heart of a human being found in his bag, nobody had listened to him. Even the lawyer that the state had given him had muddled everything up along the way and had even caused a scene when he had shouted at Philip in court as the latter had disobeyed him by pleading 'not guilty' in court during the trial. "I told you to plead 'guilty'!" he had shouted at Philip when the latter had looked at the judge in their kangaroo court and had pleaded 'Not guilty' to the several counts leveled against him, 'possession of drugs and murder', being a couple of them. "But I am not guilty!" Philip had insisted passionately from where he had stood at the dock. "I can't agree to what I have not done! I don't know anything about what was found in

"Quit this nonsense, man!" Dapo said, coughing. He slapped the smoke from Dare's cigar off from his face.Dare smiled lazily as he continued to puff out the smoke from his Cuban cigar audaciously at his friend's face. "This is for the big boys, sugar!" he drawled as he reached for his cocktail."Cut it, Dare! And I am not your sugar!" Dapo retorted, looking glumly as he got up and sat some paces away from his chimney of a friend. They were in one of Dare's houses on the mainland. It was a portable bungalow tucked away in the heart of Surulere, a secluded place in Lagos where Dare carried out his illicit, clandestine affairs. He had invited Dapo over to celebrate his 'latest hit', having recently been paid off by his 'sugar mama', the wife of one of the police inspectors whose husband had been away from the country on an overseas training for two months. Dare had promptly booked his weekends with her at his 'love nest' and had 'serviced' her night and day till her husband's imminent r

Osaro's head was bowed with worries as he headed back to the bedroom but he stopped short, shocked, to see Rosa leaning like a sentinel in the bedroom doorway, looking like an angel sent to him with a message. He didn't have to wonder how long she had been standing there. "Is our daughter now sleeping with Dapo?" she asked calmly as she folded her arms across her breasts. Osaro hastened to her, his arms outstretched. "God forbid it, my love!" He reached her side and tried to lead her back to the bed but she declined. "Let's talk about it now!" she insisted stubbornly, not budging as she looked at her husband in the dim interior of their bedroom. "Alright," Osaro conceded, leading her towards the living room. "Let me make a little snack while we talk, okay, my love?" He said as he helped her into a seat comfortably.  He headed for their little kitchenette

Abiola Adejare gave her husband a warm, welcoming hug as he entered their private living room.  "Welcome, Otunba," she greeted as she took in his unsmiling demeanor.  Chief Adejare collapsed tiredly on one of the plush leather sofas in the room and closed his eyes as his wife knelt on the seat near him and smoothed his brows for him. He heard the sound of a knock at the door. "Enter," his wife commanded. Chief Adejare turned his head slightly as a uniformed maid entered with a tray of fruit drink and an ice pack. She genuflected to him and his wife respectfully as she placed the tray of drink on a side stool that his wife pointed to. The maid soon left after being given some instructions by her madam. Abiola brought the drink to her husband and made him drink it from off her hand.  "E pele, oko mi, take

Ame slowly opened her tired eyes. She had been in and out of oblivion for five weeks now; five weeks in which life had ground to a halt for her loved ones. Even Ego and her fiancé, Jide, had understandably put a stop to their wedding preparations so as to show their solidarity as Ame recuperated. Since their return, Segun had overseen the renovation of the house while Osaro had had the entire security systems in the house beefed up. The whole house had been given a face lift generally in preparation to receive her princess, in the person of Ame. Osaro had had to force his boys, Segun and Osahon, back to their respective stations after three weeks of inactive moping about, waiting for Ame, who kept slipping in and out of consciousness, to respond positively to the gentlest care being given to her by the matronly nurse who had since replaced the young nurse whom Dapo had made a pass at. That was the only criteria Segun had given for his