“What are you talking about?” She looked straight into his eyes. “I need a divorce!” Addy almost fainted. He did not even realize that his phone was ringing until she told him. He felt his hands shaking as he picked the call. “Hello.” He said.
“Addy, Usman has just being rushed to hospital. He is dying.”
“I have a bigger problem right now.” Addy responded to the caller.
“What? That is your uncle and he has about ninety billion with him if we are going to pay back. He must tell us some things before he dies.”
“Okay, sir.” He said then looked at Lori. Her pretty face was alluring, and he wished he could just grab her and kiss her. He went on his knees. He dropped his haughtiness; this was the power of a woman in display.
Who knew what Generals, kings, governors did behind closed doors with a woman? Those beings had some hidden powers and Addy was one of those men captured in a trance, as if hypnotized by a woman.
He had seen women in their splendor, and used and dumped a lot but Lori got him stuck. “Please don’t leave. I am travelling and be sure the issue would be cleared. I am coming back to get everything back to normal…even better.” She gave him a vague smile.
“I am getting bored. We used to travel round the world, five star hotels, and entertainment shows but we have been stuck to just watching the shoki dance boys for long.” She said.
“Do not worry. I promise to bring Arianna Grande for your birthday.” He said.
“We are going to have a yacht party and be sure Justin Bieber would be there. All I need is to talk to the head of entertainment wing of my people and it is done.” He saw a glint in her eyes. She was a valley girl and so worldly.
“What are you? Why do you command so much power?.....in the past.” “Not the past.” He said knowing he was at the verge of losing the power, money and her. He was making empty promises, hoping to buy more time. He could not afford to lose her. Oh no! Where was Justin? If really he was alive, he could come to their aid!
“I have a dying uncle. I need to be at the hospital.” She nodded. He picked the car keys and said, “I love you, Lori.”
“Thank you.” She replied. He expected her to say something else but it seemed she was done. He left and rushed outside. As he drove out to the hospital, the SUV resumed its trail. Gajere was not to be deceived easily. He had not gone back as they thought. He was now sure the car was following Addy. They were around ! Sent from above.
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Petra was siting between Justin’s legs as he used a sharp object to loosen her plaited hair’
They were sitting in their living room. She planned to go and plait her hair and he offered to help her loosen the plaited hair.
“You are trying, my love.” She said as she saw that he had gone half way.
“Yeah but there is something missing.” He said, put the object between a twine, and pulled the hair apart.
“What is missing?” Petra asked.
“We are not gossiping. Plaiting and gossiping move along well.” He responded and she laughed. “I am serious. When girls plait, it is then you will hear, ‘ hmmmm, wonders shall never end..and it goes up.”
“Are you saying guys don’t gossip?” she asked.
“God forbid!” He yelled softly with a smile.
“Please spare me. Even old men gossip and they will call it politics. When someone dies, it is better after burying him, Prophet SAW said do not stay long there. Just go, greet, pray and leave. But you see men, with canopies, and the next thing will be gossip and football talk. The issue of the deceased is forgotten. It will be gossip, politics, and football.”
“Miss Sunshine, by the time they are doing these, where are the women? They are inside like it is a wedding ceremony. Looking at each other’s style of clothes, what Dije did to Saude, how Kuluwa’s husband is treating her.
It is the spirit of gossip that radiates from them that hit the men and hypnotize them to do 5% of what the women are doing.”
“Men will beat women flat when it comes to gossiping.”
“Sweetheart, the chairperson of Gossiping international Organization is a woman, same as the secretary and other key members. Read the History of gossiping by Fadila, the originator is a woman. The first 100 gossiping champions are women.”
“Now you just proved me right.” She said.
“You even know the names of the organizations and key offices, and books. That shows that men are more current when it comes to gossip. I have never heard of these.
I am hearing of the detailed world of gossip from a man. Are you the information officer?” He Laughed and grabbed her from behind then kissed her on the lips.
The chiming of her phone disengaged them. Justin hissed jokingly.
“Who calls at the wrong time?”
“Someone who wants to save me.” She said.
“Who knows what this would have led to?”
“It may have led to ……”
“I don’t want to hear….my innocent ears.” She said.
“It’s Ummi(my mother)….Hello ……..inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un! Where? When? How?.....toh..!” She ended the call and tears began to cascade.
“It is father! He is dying at the hospital.” Petra said.
“SubahanAllah! What happened?” Justin asked in surprise.
“I don’t know. He is at Shukuran Hospital.” She said and rushed inside to get dressed. Twenty minutes later, they were entering the hospital. They saw Addy, his father, her siblings except three who were out of town, all standing.
Was he dead? What was going on? She rushed towards Hajiya Biliki who was tryng to calm her nerves.
“What happened?” she asked
“I just went into the room and found him gasping for breath. He is inside. The doctors would not allow us see him now” Gajere walked in with his stealth attitude moved towards Aminu. He excused him and moved aside.
“They are around.” He said in a low tune. “ BOE agents. They have come to take Addy away. They are making sure he does not get out of sight. They have about three cars.” Aminu felt stuffy. Something seemed to be rising to his head.
The dreaded time has come. He was impersonating Tiger 606 and that was a crime against the organization. Mason would do whatever he could to cover his tracks and that made them vulnerable and dispensable.
He looked at Addy and Alhaji Jangfa and nodded at them. They joined him. Hajiya Biliki was watching them, seeing the agitation on their faces. She was only concerned about her husband because of the bond, and being the father of her children but the treatment he meted on Justin was bad.
He also got into this mess without checking his conscience, and integrity. He was so blind and hungry for money and power. Nemesis. Now it was the homeless, parentless, poor, uneducated Justin that they were looking for.
Where on Earth were they going to find him ?Where? Jangfa was just wearing a tight lip and his cheeks seemed to have inflated.
He just refunded twenty billion naira to the government as he was pressurized. Where was he going to get such an amount to pay back? He was facing a straight way to being broke. He never knew all of these. Now the people were around to take Addy to USA for the test.
Petra and her siblings were perturbed. She knew her father was wrong in many ways but she wanted him alive. The doctor had told them it was a heart attack triggered by high blood pressure and his condition seemed to be worsening.
Addy heard a notification in his phone. He quickly checked it and saw something that made him cringe: it was the picture of the cartoon he made when he was a kid, making fun of Justin, as a super hero of dump site.
Was this real? Was he going barmy? He showed his father.
“Who sent this? “Aminu asked.
“I don't know. It is not on my contact list. “Aminu sighed. “Justin is alive! “ He said with a tinge of hope .” Call the number. We need Help “ Addy dialed but it was not available.
“Oh, please.... “ Aminu started when he also received a message. He opened it: Why? You deprived me of my parents and wealth, maltreated me and tried to kill me. Now there is trouble. I just called to say I have forgiven you. Good bye.
“No! Addy call him, I will send him a message..... “ They were seriously scared now. Justin was alive but he was not going to help them. He just reminded them of what they did to him. Only Petra knew Justin was there. Hajiya Biliki was watching them.
“I am closer than you think.” Addy heard someone say, turned and saw Jubril.
“I am Justin Abbas. Baba Aminu Saminu, Tiger 606.” Aminu got the greatest shock of his life!
There was a few seconds of cauldron of befuddlement, disbelief, shock, and ponders. This boy did not look like the Justin, he had his picture but the things he just said were indubitable.
He just mentioned the secret code name he stole from Dr Abbas. Addy wondered, trying to believe what Jubril was saying was true. He saw the expression on his father’s face.
Could Jubril have been Justin all these while? But Justin was not formally educated even though he was a savant, and Jubril had a PhD which he was sure of.
“ I will not dwell on the fact, sir, you were in cahoots with Mason Ford and Don Vasitto with their allies to rob me off my money, my parents and subjected me to an inhumane condition.
You may not be the mastermind, and must have done things to escape your humble profession of cleaning and plunge into riches and power. But it would have been better if I had a fair treatment, even though my entitlements were being transferred to your son whom you gave this….” Justin wiped off something and showed them his mark: the original mark.
Aminu was speechless, just standing like a chained dog.
“The picture I sent to your son is a reminder of how they treated me like a trash, and I would not be allowed to play with their toys, or bicycles, and would only eat from the crumbs they throw away, lick the chocolate wraps. I was a super hero: Trash boy who got his super powers from rotten bread.
Yes, you threw me to a rotten life and I got my powers there. Whatever God says you will have, nothing would stop it from coming to you. You made me get on the street just at the age of nine and I still got my knowledge by the grace of God.
The streets was like the rotten bread, and I got my knowledge, my super powers from the streets, the rotten bread. Subjecting me to inhumane treatment from the house help, enrolling me into a cheap and shoddy school while you and your children enjoyed on my money. I will go around school begging for food, spreading my palm and being treated like a dog.
You made me felt begging was a means of survival, and stealing was just a way of acquiring something you need. I spent a good part of my life stealing just to eat.
Did you know how many nights I spent under the rain at night, or in severe cold? How I was prone to being kidnapped or slain? Making me look like a parentless child when I had not just a family but a powerful one.
Alhaji Usman humiliated me, and rained all sorts of insults on me, got roughened by some of his children simply because they felt I was nothing. You did not only deprive me of those, your son sent hoodlums to kill me, and take me away from my love.
He could not kill me because only God can fix my time and it was not yet time. You only drove me closer to my success. I still made it and have a PhD. I got money even when you deprived me of mine and got married to my love with you being the Waliy. Now you are in trouble.
There is a test to be conducted and that will test the IQ and intellectual prowess. Now you need the trash boy, looking for him desperately, going on media. The boy was right under your nose, watching you but you could not perceive.
I am aware of all those times you were watching Petra, She never knew herself. Now I am here, but I must advise you to keep Mason out of this. What do you want?”
Hajiya Biliki was watching them. She saw how chastened, weak and submissive Aminu looked. She had never seen him look like this. Even Addy stood like a student about to be expelled standing before the VC.
“Petra, what is going on? I know you know.” Hajiya Biliki asked.
Petra knew Justin had unveiled himself. There was no need of lying.
“He is Justin Abbas. The real one.”
“What?” She exclaimed, “Wait, you mean Jubril is Justin? How? What…”
“It is a long story mum.” Petra said.
“You knew all these while?” she asked.
“No. We spent six months before he revealed himself.” Petra responded.
“What a world. I don’t know what to say. I never forgot him. So…wait, after all those things Abban Mustapha said, he was the source of our wealth? See how twisty life could be? I am so happy …But I am still confused.” Hajiya Biliki said.
“It is a long story, Ummi (mum). Let us get out of hospital first.” Petra said.
Aazim did not know what was going on, just like Petra’s siblings but they saw the way Justin spoke with confidence and the rest, including how Jangfa stood still.
What was going on there? Who was this Jubril? Muhammad, Petra’s immediate elder brother joined his brothers and said in a low tone.
“Bros, I heard a few of what he was saying.” He said. He had moved to hide behind a corner close to a corridor not far from where they stood.
“That guy is Justin.”
The siblings that were around were Gaddafi, the first child, Muhammad, Sa’eed. Mustapha Rasheed.
“What?” Sa’eed exclaimed. “Which Justin?”
“Petra’s Justin.”
“No! It is not possible. How can that scumbag be Jubril. They don’t even look alike.” Sa’eed argued.
“Will you shut up!” Gaddafi said. “I will see what you will do if he is the one. You guys don’t reason. If you were too young to remember, I do vividly. Father was just a primary school teacher with seven children. It was after the birth of Petra when Uncle Abbas came back from Bolivia he started making money.
I am surprised he forgot all of these. I don’t want to talk much because he is in a critical condition. We must handle life with care. We don’t know what lies ahead. We know of a president of this country who never had shoes when he was a kid. He was from a poor home but destiny took him to the peak.”
Muhammad shook his head.
“Uncle Abbas and Addy would never stand before an ordinary guy like this. That is Justin. I heard it. He owns all the money Addy had been flaunting and lavishing. That guy is not ordinary…that means the Justin we beat up is…the guy who owns the family money. The source of power.”
“The guy our father called all sort of names.” Gaddafi said.
“I don’t know what is actually happening but it seems they are in trouble and Justin seems to have a way of helping.” Muhammad said.
“You are right. I read it on dailies that a certain girl threatened to commit suicide is she does not find her lover, blab la bla. It sounded sticky, and I guess I get it now. They are in trouble and needs his help. I guess that is why father is here.”
“Yes. They owe him billions. His entitlements and his father’s contracts.” Muhammad said.
“And it is time to pay…I guess this got our father sick. From what Justin said, Uncle Abbas treated him badly and he may not help them…that means not helping our father.”
“If it is Justin, he would do his best to help even though they don’t deserve it.” Gaddafi said.
They saw Justin walk towards the ward while Aminu, Addy and Jangfa followed him. Aazim could not believe this. If really he was Justin, then he was working for Justin. Justin! His messenger? God! Why? How did he do it? Justin of all people? Jeez! He took Petra away, married her, and then employed him.
They were allowed to see Alhaji Usman. Justin told them that seeing him was important to his health. There was a cause to his condition and something had to be done to help him psychologically.
Alhaji Usman was lying on the bed, looking very weak but conscious. When he saw them, a sudden fear displayed on his face. He thought they were coming for the money.
Justin looked at him and smiled.
“Abba (Father), I am here because of the love I have for Petra, and the respect I have for Gaddafi, and my love for Ummi (mother).” He said. “I would not like to go back to the past events. I also want you to forget about it. You have been looking for Justin. I know everything and Justin is here.”
Alhaji Usman looked at his brother. They would not joke over something like this.
“Where is he?” He mumbled.
“ I am Justin Abbas.” He said. “I have always been here.”
Alhaji Usman looked at his brother. He did not have much strength to talk but the expression he saw on his brothers face told him what he wanted to know. But how? So Jubril was Justin? Did he undergo surgery?
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