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Saturday, 17 June 2017

Ransom Paid And The Lies They Sell


      The Vast Lagoon leads to an open Atlantic Ocean, with the occasional shipping containers bringing luxury goods into the state called Lagos. The evil marketer sees the vast emptiness and raised the greedy bastards hopes of false promises. Profit is the name of the game, driven by his commission on the lives that will be drowned in the sea or boiled in the desert. A million Dollars was HS price for the lives he snatched from their school, that is Four hundred million naira to be exact. And an average of fourty million Naira per person to build a falsehood of making it to the land of milk and honey. He tells them that they will not be caught but the school is a tuition free school. Only boarding house students pay, from the torture of Biko Haram in the North and the wicked inflictions from kidnappers in the South. Where and when will the children of the most populous nation in Africa ever know peace?
 The poor parents raised a million Naira, from selling homes the only legacy they could leave their children, the only way they could free their babies. From the monsters that plague the Lagos waters, as the rest of the world watched.
Ransom Paid And The Lies They Sell, has been exposed. The children are not back home and the world still watched on. Are they alive, are we safe? What was the essence of registering phones, when they can't be traced. Their boss was caught with high tech phones each worth twenty three million Naira, how can we catch them before it is to late. Children snatched from schools, travellers shot at, for trying to make a living or going back home to family. It's a disgusting future that needs to change, Family values need to return with moral values upheld. This culture of respecting money has eroded our humanity, but even animals have their rules of engagement unless they are rabid infested and then must be put down. One way or another and as soon as possible. The genesis of it all is a power supply that does not work, for if it does we can track, film and see the faces of these rabid beasts....
   The journey back home was quiet because I didn't want to go back home. The village life was how as a child I imagined been empowered and rich I would be as a grown up. Organic food and spring water all day everyday.
'We will live it, just give us five years'
'We can sell it all and move'
'And our babies health and our security?'
    Paradise is beautiful, but who protects it?
It was a legitimate question and I thought about it. The illegal armed herds men, roaming with AK 47's, the hidden Eden uncovered and tried to be coveted by jealous illegal aliens. Nigeria was more complicated than it looked, especially for remote places with sweet welcoming people.
'Yo can't tell me that they can't protect themselves'
'They can but with how much force? I want to be sure a battalion of police and military can protect us'
'Me too'
 And I rest my head and fall into a deep slumber.

 Home at last, I put on my phone, you will be surprised by how little I missed my phone.

  As we drive into our compound, I see a tired looking Celine stagger towards her car. Henrik parks the car and I run to catch her.
'What's wrong?'
 She pulls the back of the gown to show me what was wrong. It was stained with blood, Celine was bleeding.
'Why didn't you call a cab'
'I did, I got tired of waiting'
 Henrik helped her into the car and then we drove straight to the hospital.

  God please protect Celine and her baby, I prayed as I kept glancing back to see if she was still awake. Celine looked exhausted and was still bleeding, I called my doctor and he assured me they were waiting for us.

 Lord have mercy eh, which kind wahala be this?

**Season 2, Episode 36**
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Adebusola Ukayat Elegbede is a Playwright and Content creator with a passion for real life challenges. Born in Kaduna state and lives in Lagos Nigeria, she has a passion for story telling from the perspectives of characters in conflicting situations. I started out on the New Writing Project in Nigeria with the British Council Lagos Nigeria and The Royal Court Theatre, Sloane Square U.K. My passion for creating stories led to comic books, television drama's and an online journal on my website (busolaelegbede.com). As part of the WPIC in Stockholm Sweden 2012, the experience has forged life long friends and ignited my passion as a volunteer and advocate for human rights and the United Nations 17 Sustainable Development Goals.

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