MEDUSA

Chad He looked up to the deep blue color that embraced the clear evening sky as the dry harmattan weather of the Nigerian December descended on him and he inhaled deeply, smiling at the memories it brought him.It had been seven years since that cold night of a thousand events and boys were now grown men. He marveled at how much he had changed since he left the country years ago and how one eventful day had changed the course of his life forever, changing even the good to somewhat mediocre, it's all life; life is the funniest joke in all of history, he thought.He inhaled the humid air again with his eyes shut this time and it had that stink of corruption, insincerity, and dust lurking somewhere behind the humid odorless mess. He smiled because that was truly the smell of the home he knew, Nigeria, in all her glory.

After an hour of driving, they finally got to the city, the big city it was, big indeed.How long had it been since Chad last entered it? It was past 10pm and people were still moving about like it was 9am.The street lights were yellow and the buildings tall. The people were busy, as always, selling everything! with lamps and rechargeable touch lights. Hawkers running about with their goods in their hands, as agile as ever.The city was alive, as always. It brought back memories too, memories of how the three of them used to trek long distances just to get to the 'aboki' man's kiosk where that 'abacha' and 'boleh' women always were.They loved 'abacha!' - the African salad. And the way the woman used to bring them back every day with her magic 'abacha' was a mystery.The spice was so traditional and hot, mixed with that tasty 'ogbe' and lots of veggies and pepper.The roa

Maggie.She pressed the button as her white Mercedes Benz responded with a beep sound signifying it had been locked.Maggie nodded in satisfaction. She had clearly done her job excellently again. She is 'the Calvary', hasn't she always been?Many years ago, after her lone six years old daughter died of cancer and her husband deserted her she had dedicated her life to working for the Olukoyes. She literally owed the family everything she had and was.She had always been a petty street hacker living off people's carelessness. She used to somehow manage to steal people's ATM cards, hack their passwords and steal money from their accounts.She basically did nothing much with all that money. She would just use it to pay off all her debts because she was always in debt.She was an addicted gambler and would always loose but, was it not the environment that suited her hustle?

RomaShe simply watched as the guy looked around the facility in awe. She was still admiring him or so – at least, still stealing stares and glances at him.He wasn’t all muscles and curves like Uche, but he wasn’t bad either. He was looking around, inspecting the computers and hardwares in the large room. It must have surprised him as it did her on her first day. All these complicated technology in one large room?It was really large and well lighted, filled with super power computers placed on several desks and some pretty large monitors lined up on the walls. It’s screens showing some coded languages of zeros and ones.There were glass walls separating the space into different compartments. And the central compartment was just composed of some giant hardware with tiny wires running all over it’s body, and tiny bulbs of electric light attached by

ChadThe interior of the white range Rover sport was so comfy and brown.The cool air from the air conditioning system nullifying the effect of the hot Harmattan sun outside!But the vehicle;' It is too masculine for the hands controlling the steering' he thought.They'd just exited a magnificent boutique - House of Colors, and he was clearly feeling confident with himself again.They had dressed themselves up good, and for once she was looking like a feminine, and beautiful!She was clearly fun to be with. Always smiling and happy - at Least for the past hours he'd been with her.It was so fluid between them, the conversations weren't forced and the arguments, another story.He was happy and comfortable with her.'must be a rub - off of Uche, he thought.This wasn't really what he could say of his