>i was sitting at my desk trying to figure out what to write last night for more than 4 hours, by the time i was shutting down and on my way to bed, nothing was posted. I confess no one will ever see what came about my attempts to write up a new post from last night. Yes, it will be forever banished to the kingdoms of ‘the never posted blog-posts & crap’.
I went to bed feeling disappointed, having been unable to arrange my thoughts and quell the usual chaos it normally is in.
By this morning, despite the fact i had retired to bed in the wee hours of the morning, i still managed to discover a renewed determination burning within me.. If any one had taken a closer look at me, my eyes would have given away the whole plot.. it was that obvious…
Now here’s the idea….
over the coming weeks, I’m going to come up with some characters, unique in their own ways and never perfect.. it’ll be hard to believe but they’ll all have one thing in common at the end of the series… I’m calling it the *THE ONE NIGHT SERIES*…
In my mind i hope i can fit them all into 12 posts and ensure that each one is as in-depth and gripping as i intend it to be…
at some point in time i might degrees and put up something entirely different but please bear with me, its all for the sake of the story..
And now i Present to you *ONE NIGHT SERIES Chapter1*……
……. Abuja, Nigeria… November 19 8:24PM……
Dubem pulled back the shower curtains and reached for the towel, it had been a long day. His mind kept going to the brief case in the wardrobe of the hotel room he currently was in. It sure was going to be a long night and he was running late.
His life had been quite uneventful up until earlier in the day when he met Justice the stranger who had handed him the brief case at the Lunch date he was about rounding up with Feyi his girlfriend.
All the training he had received as a Banker did not prepare him for the events that had transpired after that brief case had gotten into his hands. It seemed like he was in a movie, an action one at that, with all the funny looking men in suits and cab hopping.
It still felt surreal, he recalled the last thing Justice had said to him; “go to New Chelsea hotel, I’ll meet you there at 9:00PM. The receptionist already knows you’re coming..” and those were his last words before he ran out of the restaurant.
How did Justice know his name?
How did he know he was in that restaurant at that particular hour?
Why did he hand him the brief case?
Dubem was perplexed to say the least. What was he getting himself into by actually showing up at New Chelsea Hotel with the brief case in tow?
What if it was a trap set by some would be ritualists or Kidnappers who wanted to get something he didn’t have.
His parents were definitely not going to be happy. He thought back to the phone conversation he had with his Dad an hour ago, it had not gone well as usual and it also seemed strange for his Dad to have called him on this day of all days.
His Father sounded angry but not particularly at him and he recalled he hadn’t done anything wrong recently. The man had simply gone on about his continued refusal to bring home his girlfriend who he claimed was going to be his future wife. He wondered if it wasn’t his mother who was supposed to be doing the nagging. So far she merely mentioned the issue in passing.
He had intended to get back to work and clear the remaining paper work on his desk and close for the week early so he could meet up with Feyi and her friends for a movie at Silverbird that evening but the brief case weighed on his mind because he still held on to it.
Feyi had already left when his encounter with Justice happened because she was already running late for her next appointment with a potential client who she swore was going to love the house she had to show him.
He wished she had been there to witness the whole thing, that way the burden would not have entirely been his alone.
As he walked out of the restaurant he noticed a Navy Blue 99 Toyota Camry pull up at the other side of the road as he was about to hail a cab. Two men in black suits sat in front while a lady in a purple blouse and jeans stepped out of the car from behind the driver seat. Dubem’s untrained senses heightened despite the lack of any foreseeable danger. The lady walked up to him casually, she had a lollipop in her mouth and an inviting smile.
For a split second he could have sworn he recognized her from somewhere but the fact that she was now standing right in front of him relegated the attempt at recollection to the back of his mind. she was about 5’9, just about his height with light skin and wore her natural hair with no make up. She was clearly beautiful with a lack of effort and he was forced to take notice despite the awkward situation. His eyes went back to the two men in the blue camry and they were clearly watching his every move.
The lady in the purple blouse started talking to him; “this might seem out of place but would you mind if you came with me and my friends? we just want to have a chat with you. I know this is wrong but i just need you to trust me, we’re not in any way dangerous..”
Dubem was obviously taken aback but tried to maintain a calm demeanor. The first words that came out of his mouth exposed the level of discomfort he felt; “what kind of kidnapping strategy is this? or do I look like I’m half retarded or something???” His abrupt hostility was almost a reflex action, but he couldn’t take the words back as fast as they flew out of his mouth.
“..please don’t take it the wrong way Dubem, we simply want to have a chat with you..”
The fact that this perfect stranger knew his name told him all he needed to know; he wasn’t safe standing in the open and the sooner he got out of there the better.
As he attempted to walk away from the lady in the purple blouse she grabbed the brief case he was holding and the two guys who had been watching them in the Blue camry came out of the car at the same time and started walking towards him.
The lady continued pleading while still maintaining a firm grip on the brief case; “please we won’t take too much of you time i promise..” No matter how inviting her voice and smile were, the fact that the two guys in suits were fast approaching gave him the assurance that the so called short talk wasn’t going to be short at all.
In one single move, he yanked the brief case from the lady’s grip and made a run for it. He had barely taken 4 long strides before he ran into someone. He was about to murmur a quick apology but he was apparently in for another surprise. The person he ran into had held him with one arm and was already holding onto the briefcase he was carrying. He wore a suit like the two guys now directly behind him trailing the lady in the purple blouse and he definitely didn’t look friendly.
With two hands firmly gripping him on both sides he was led to the camry and nestled in between two men wearing suits and sun glasses. The lady in the blouse got into the passenger seat in front. They had allowed him hold onto the brief case….
…………………..*to be continued*…………………………