Swivet

By Abraham Inosezilo Obode

Swivet is a an intrigue setting were in an attempt to forcefully gethis ex back and teach her a lesson, Komolafe [the Nigerian President only child] pitch Shade against Osagie and the 7 man death squad team create havoc in Nigeria putting the entire Nigerian security in a serious strain. But the wrong girl is kidnapped, as the intrigue unfolds,

• Language: English
• Publisher: URLink Print & Media, LLC
• Release date: Feb 11, 2020
• ISBN: 9781647532116

Abraham Inosezilo Obode

Obode Abraham Inosezilo is a social commentator in several articles in the Nigerian Observer and The Path a Sokoto state newspaper, ranging from politics to social and economic issues.

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Swivet

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Contents

Preface

Foreword

About the author

Dedication

Acknowledgement

Day 1

Day 2

Day 3

Day 4

Day 5

Day 6

Preface

Nigeria is a beautiful country with diversified cultures and millions of exciting people. However, some of its citizens are entrenched in primordial sentiments like religion, illiteracy, ethnicity and other self-induce interests which they use to indulge in corrupt practices. This has invariably led to the emergence of leadership crisis at all levels that struggle with self-gratification and fawn these tools of sentiments to keep the people apart and reducing the nation to crawling on all four. Unfortunately, this scenario would probably remain that way until the masses begin to re-define their priorities and a new pattern of leadership free of sentiments emerge.

But there are those that still hold on to the tenets of integrity, discipline and hard work; these are those that contribute positively to her development.

The book Swivet, is just a conceptual reflection of Nigeria.

Foreword

The quiet town of Lokoja was shattered as it came under severe gun fire when Komolafe, the President’s son pushes his ineptitude over the general interest of the nation. As he hatches his plans, the ripples are felt in Abuja about 158 km away and it reverberates across the entire country. Within five days, Komolafe’s repulsive actions begin to put a strain on the nation’s security. But if Komolafe had known that he was gradually pushing the entire Nigerian security into a Swivet, he would have listened to Shade, the leader of the death squad………

About the author

Author of the book, Nigeria under siege and tens of articles in the Nigerian national dailies. A social commentator and President/Founder, Society for Awareness and Family Initiative (SAFI).

Dedication

To my beloved Dad (David .I. P. Obode) & Mum (Cecilia Obode, nee Arebame). May their quiet and gentle souls continually rest in perfect peace.

Acknowledgement

To my wife and our lovely children.

To my sisters Enehireba and Annabel.

To Ada and Amanda my buddies.

And to all Urlink print media Editors and staff, love you all.

Day 1

It was a hot sunny day in the ancient city of Kano. The city was filled with tourists that had come in from Europe and Asia to attend the Argungu fishing festival in Kebbi a sister state about 686 km. Some tourists prefer to come through the Kano international airport and take a road trip to Kebbi because many of the tourists though usually first timers, prefer to hang out in Kano for a day or two to visit the Emir’s place, go round the ancient city walls and the old Kano Empire before the main events begins in Kebbi state.

Inside the Kano international airport, Shade was sitting by the bar with a bottled water dangling from her hand. She had flung in to Nigeria from Singapore in the early hours of the day and had taken her time to go round four of the major tourist sites in the city. Shade had slept throughout the 14 hours flight and was in no hurry to rest again until her team members she was waiting for arrives. Shade that had her back to the crowded reception hall squeezed the empty plastic bottle slightly as she thought about her younger sister Kemi. She had promised herself that she wouldn’t let her sister know she was in the country. After all, she was here for a mission and wouldn’t want Kemi in her way. Shade a 5.7 feet tall light completion lady, was putting on a green polo shirt that had the sign ‘u can’t touch dz’ resting on her intimidating firm breast. Her black combat short was above her knees exposing parts of her laps down to her long legs which were locked up in a black puma canvas. Her fairly short breaded hair was flying freely from her shoulders and her slim shaped figure eight expanded a little at her curved hips. Her completion had been slightly toned probably from the heat and rays of the Kano scourging sun as her big sexy eyes slightly darken with eye lashes were fixed on the TV screen in front of her. She shook the thought of her sister out of her mind. Kemi is a big girl she thought, she can take care of herself after all she wouldn’t want her line of business to affect the sister. She finished the remaining water inside the bottle and asked for another one. The girl at the bar smiled and handed out another chilled bottle from the fridge behind her. This pretty broad must be a new comer she thought. She had watched the way the guys around the arrival hall had been staring at her non-stop without reservation. Though there were other attractive and pretty girls around the hall, this one was standing out of the lot. She knew the heat was killing and despite the air-conditioning system inside the reception hall, visitors were buying more of the bottled water than soft drinks. The bar girl watched Shade drink the water in a gulp and dropped the empty plastic bottle on the bar; she noticed a tiny little tattoo at the back of her left hand and smiled.

‘is it your first time in the city?’ she asked cleaning a glass with a white piece of cloth.

‘yep’.

‘nice little tattoo’ the girl said pointing to her hand.

‘thanks’.

‘did you come for the Argungu festival then?’

‘nope’.

The girl dropped the glass on the bar; picked up another one and began to clean it carefully. There was an announcement of the arrival of the flight from Botswana.

‘I hope you like the city then?’ The girl asked trying to raise her voice above the announcement.

‘excuse me’ Shade said. She looked at her wrist watch, picked up her sun glasses from the bar and came down from the high tool; she hooked the sun glasses on the neck of the polo shirt and immediately faded into the crowd. The girl stared after her in amazement; she thought about what she might have said that was wrong and wondered why some people could be so rude and unfriendly. She shrugged her shoulders and returned back to the remaining glasses in front of her.

Shade came to rest by a squared pillar near a vendor stand. She was trying to avoid the airport cameras as much as possible. From the pillars, her eagle eyes browsed through the headlines, occasionally checking her wrist watch. After about twenty minutes or so, she looked round, satisfied she was not been watched, she strolled causally into a corridor and walked to the end of it. There were two arrow signs pointing the opposite ways. Shade followed the arrow sign on the right marked F which led to another corridor but this one was narrow and short; there were about five rooms, so she walked straight to the last door and tried the door handle, it was locked. Shade looked back then brought out two small pins of about ‘6inches from her pocket inserted them into the key hole and opened the door. The door swung wide open with a little cringing sound. She looked back again before she entered and locked the door. The toilet must have been out of use for a very long time, the water closet inside was partially damaged and the tiles on the walls were falling off. She climbed the toilet sit, reached out to the ceiling and removed it from the partition. There was a black rucksack bag inside the ceiling. She carefully brought it down replaced the partition and opened the bag. Looking inside, she counted twelve Brett 92, eight .45 automatic caliber, six AK47s and six hunting knives. She took one hunting knife and held it up; the sharp blade glowed like refined steel under the energy bulb. She searched the bag further, there were also about thirteen grenades, twelve tear gas canisters; eight 3’inch silencers, extra magazines and gas masks.

For the first time since she entered the airport, Shade smiled. Ekaite had done a good job she thought. Carefully, she slide the blade inside a hidden part of her belt, took one of the Brett 92 and slowly screwed a silencer into it. An approaching footstep in the corridor made her to quickly bury the Brett in her hip and zipped the bag closed. She covered the butt of the gun with her polo shirt and heaved the rucksack on her shoulders with a sigh. Then she waited patiently, the footstep got louder, a door was opened and the footsteps died down. She quietly opened the door and came out; she locked the door quietly and walked briskly through the short corridor. Before she got to the entrance, the first door opened and a fat middle aged female custom officer came out from the toilet slowly, blocking her part. She was the bulky type so Shade waited for her to lock the door so she could pass but the officer looked at her keenly, hesitated then she said;

‘hello darling, what are you carrying in your bag?’

Shade forced a smiled and tried to pass the officer without a word but she couldn’t. The woman was still holding on to the door.

‘it just my luggage’ she managed to say.

There was an official announcement of the arrival of the flight from England over the speaker.

‘am sorry I didn’t hear you’

‘what is this?’ Shade queried raising her hands up. ‘is this the terminal?’

She was becoming impatient with the custom official.

‘ok put the bag down right now, I can as well check it here’.

The custom officer reached out to touch the bag but it was the greatest mistake of her life. Shade held up the hand and broke her wrist. She let out a deafening scream and tried to punch Shade on the face with her other free hand but that was another mistake. Shade grabbed the hand and gave her a head butt directly on her nose breaking it with blood gushing out; the custom lady fell back and passed out. Shade hissed, shook her head and dropped the bag.

‘why couldn’t you just leave me alone hhhee?’ she said cleaning her fore head with the back of her hand.

She quickly took the officer’s hands, dragged her into the opened toilet and closed it. Then she carried the bag again and came out of the corridor cautiously into the crowded hall. From the corner of her eyes she could see two security officers running down and entering into the corridor. She quickly made her way through the crowd and as she got to the entrance of the arrival hall, she looked back casually. There were three police officers roaming round the crowded hall; she was sure they were on to her. She put on her sun glasses and stepped out in the open. The sun was still hot but she was no longer bothered about that now, she was more concerned about leaving the airport without creating havoc to the place. If only the custom woman have left her alone she thought. Shade made her way quietly to the metallic Grand Dodge Caravan parked about 100 feet away. As she approached it, she used the remote to open the boot and dropped the bag inside. She quickly opened the bag and took out a .45 automatic caliber, looked back carefully and saw three police and two custom officers pointing towards her and coming her way. Shade looked beyond them and saw six athletic and well fed men with light luggage coming out of the arrival hall. She could count about twelve other persons around the arrival hall. She closed the boot, got behind the wheels and dropped the caliber on the dash board. Shade took a deep breath, thumped the ignition and sighed as the car came alive;

‘stop the car!’ one of the officers shouted. She looked at the inner mirror and saw the officers running towards the car. The grand dodge caravan revised with a squealing of brakes and swung round. As it came round, the side of the car hit one of the customs; the officer fell and remained flat on the ground. He was a little bit fat for this kind of exercise; the rest officers opened fire. She could hear the slugs perforating the side of the car. As the guns went off, people began scrambling for safety around the car park and within the airport.

‘amateurs’ Shade said quietly as she raced the car back to the entrance of the arrival hall. She stopped the car and the passenger side door slide opened as she got out. The six athletic men were standing at the entrance of the arrival hall.

‘get in!’ she shouted. She drew out the Brett 92 turned round and began running towards the securities that were heading towards them. To her left, there were four girls coming out from the restaurant building chatting and giggling. Immediately they saw her with the gun, they screamed and ran back into the building. Shade raised the weapon with her two hands taking her aim carefully; she was not going to kill them she thought. The gun hissed several times; the four men suddenly dropped on the ground. As she turned round and ran back to the dodge, a police officer came out from the arrival hall and launched at her. Shade swung round, brought out the steel knife from her belt and dug the knife into his shoulder so deep that it came out from the back but she deliberately missed the veins. The officer squealed like a pig and fell backwards, he tried to pull the knife out but Shade shouted at him not to.

íf you pull it out, you’ll die’.

He obeyed like a child and laid still.

Shade got into the dodge and the car leaped forward like a deer, heading for the front gates.

‘Shade my love, why couldn’t you just pick us up without a fuss?’

The man sitting in the front seat was asking. He was a dark handsome guy with broad shoulders. From the way his head was slightly touching the roof of the car he was tall and was putting on a black polo and a blue