Jummy was shocked. Even though she had been putting up the
I-don’t-give-a-Fork attitude and acting like she didn’t care
about John, the feelings she had for him hadn’t faded.
John at the other end of the line smile at how Jummy reacted
when he said he had chased Samuel out of his house… Truth be
told, he really did.
“I said I’ve chased Samuel out of my house, he was a bad
influence to me and it took nearly loosing you to realize that.
Jummy I can’t really tell you how much I’m sorry, but please
you’ve got to let me show you.” John said and waited for a
response but got non.
Jummy kept quiet.
“How about dinner? Say tonight?” John suggested.
In Jummy’s head, she was thinking hard. Has he truly
changed? Should I forgive him? What would Zainab say?
Should I risk this? Were the questions she asked herself in
quick successions without even attempting to answer anyone.
“Okay.” She finally blurted without even thinking.
“Great! I’ll pick you up from your place by nine.” John said and
before Jummy could reply or rethink her reply, he hung up.
* * * * *
Taofeek wasn’t smiling anymore. The Ginger net agent he
called had told him to wait just for a few minutes for a car to
come and pick him, but he had already waited for nothing less
than fourty-five minutes and no sign of the car yet.
If this is the way they truly operate, I don’t think I’ll want to
work here anymore, he said to himself as he started trying to
wave down the cab that was already coming so that he would
The supposed cab stop alright but something different
happened. The driver wore a blue pant trouser and white
packet shirt, he certainly didn’t look like a regular taxi driver.
“Mr Taofeek?” The driver asked as Taofeek bent over to tell him
where he was heading to.
“Urmm… Yea, how did you know that?” Taofeek asked, totally
forgetting about Ginger net.
“I’m the driver sent from Ginger net to take you to our main
office.” The driver said. “Sorry for being late, there was a little
police road block when I was coming, I’m sure they would
have gone by now though, so don’t worry about the traffic
Taofeek ‘hmmmed and haaaed’ as the driver explained. “Okay,
it alright. I understand.” He finally replied.
“Okay, please get into the car.” The driver said with a smile
Taofeek found so warm and inviting. “I’m Bruce by the way.”
He said as Taofeek opened the door for the right back seat, or
‘owner’s seat’ as commonly called.
“Nice meeting you Bruce.” Taofeek replied.
A few small talks and twenty minutes, was all it took for them
to arrive at their destination.
Bruce parked the car just across the street and waited for
Taofeek to step out of the car to come and join him at the other
side of the road.
Before coming out of the car, Taofeek scanned the building
with his eyes.
It was an unpainted one story building with a ‘tipper’ of sand
at the front which signified the building was still under
construction even though he could see a couple of light bulbs
through some windows. The only sign that made him know he
was in the right place were the two hand bill which were pasted
on the gate. Both hand bills were identical and written in red
Romans-new font was – WELCOME TO GINGER NET.
Taofeek felt something was wrong but before he could actually
think much about it, Bruce saw his facial impression and
“We are a new company and haven’t really even started
operations. We don’t want to waste much time that’s why we
are already employing even though we are yet to finish our
building, but as you can see, very little work is left.”
The explanation made sense to Taofeek, “okay, very well, may
we proceed?” He asked and followed suit as Bruce lead the way
into the building.
* * * * *
Boniface wasn’t surprised when instead of replying him on his
offer to take her to dinner, Zainab had sent him a ‘cwyl’ reply.
Women! He sighed. Why aren’t they never straight forward?
He dropped his phone and went down to business. He was
making a research for a new case he had in his palm. After
Zainab’s case which spread round the media like wild fire, his
clients multiplied by two and more technical cases started
The particular case he was handling at the moment wasn’t so
technical as it involved just land ownership so he assumed it
was the best time to get in touch with the one lady he just
couldn’t get why she was in his head – Zainab.
He leaped for joy as he saw the light led on his phone blink a
light blue light, just as he had set his BBM messages.
He minimized the screen on his computer and grabbed his
phone with high hopes.
“Sorry, but I’ve got other plans for tomorrow night.” Was the
reply he saw from Zainab on BBM.
He wanted to push it and ask more questions, but he thought it
would be better to let this time go and take it slow, after all he
had all the time in the world, or so he thought.
“Okay, cool. So what are you doing now?” He asked, trying to
change the topic.
“Nothing much. Just staring at the actors wearing funny
looking costumes as the act a movie.”
“Sounds interesting. You are a director at TOP right?”
“Yes, how did you know?”
“I know a lot of things… I have my ways.”
Zainab sighed, Boniface hadn’t changed much after all just like
she had thought. He was still cocky and so full of himself.
“Okay oh. How about you? What are you doing?” Zainab asked.
“Nothing interesting. Just googling some people to have a
basic background knowledge of them.” He replied.
Zainab was about to type a reply when Henry walked up to her.
“Are you going to be pinging all day?” He wasn’t smiling.
“What na? You wanted me to come here even though you had
everything under control and I obliged.” Zainab complained.
“I wanted you to come here and see what we were doing so I
can get your professional opinion on the movie. This is my first
movie and I don’t want to mess it up.” Henry replied.
“Oh! I see. You should have just said that na. I thought you just
liked see my cute face.” Zainab said with a wink and the
dropped her phone, she looked up at Henry, “are you sure you
want my PROFESSIONAL advice on this movie?”
“Of course!” Henry replied.
“Okay then. For starters, why is the crown of the supposed king
and ruler of the world so ugly?” Zainab asked mischievously.
Henry turned to look at the crown which was still on the head
of the actor and back at Zainab. “Hmmm… You have a good
point.” He said. “But if that is just for ‘starters’ I’m not sure if
I’ll want to hear the other PROFESSIONAL advice.” He said,
emphasizing on professional.
* * * * *
The inside of the building was quiet impressive in contrast to
the unpainted exterior. It was tiled all through, but it was
painted white as if it was an hospital and not a regular IT
Bruce took Taofeek to where looked like an hospital reception
with the long rows of chairs at the front of a counter and he
then instructed Taofeek to take a seat while he went to call his
Taofeek sat and in the few minutes he was alone, he looked
around and the building looked indeed more like an hospital.
He could sense something was wrong but he another part of
him suggested maybe the building was formally intended to be
a hospital but bought by Ginger Net or maybe it was just the
work of a horrible architect.
Few minutes later. A man in jeans and polo materialized before
Taofeek. He looked a few years older that Taofeek and his
smile was warmer and more welcoming than Bruce’s.
He stretched his hand forward to Taofeek. “Hello… Good
afternoon.” He said.
“Good afternoon.” Taofeek replied as he waited for an
introduction. He had been here for quite some time and all he
had seen was Bruce, a new face was welcomed.
“I’m Mr. Dapo or may just call my Mr Ginger if you wish.” His
smile grew wider as he felt what he just said was smart.
“Hmmm… Nice to meet you sir.” Taofeek replied.
“Okay, enough of the talk, let’s head down to my office and get
this over with.” Mr. Dapo said, and lead the way.
They walked into a long corridor with nothing less than four
doors at both sides and finally stopped at the third door by the
left. Mr. Dapo opened the door and walked in.
The office was nothing spectacular. A table, three chairs and a
“Have your seat please.” Mr. Dapo said and Taofeek gracefully
sat down after saying thank you.
“Just so you know, I’m the owner of this company and I want it
to succeed so I interview all staffs myself so as to be sure
what I want is what I get. And I like to know all I can about my
staffs so kindly answer all my questions truthfully.
Taofeek nodded in response.
“So what’s your full name?”
“Where are you based?”
“I just moved into the country, but I currently stay with my
sister at festac.”
“Where were you based?”
Mr. Dapo shrugged at smiled at the mention of Canada but he
quickly straightened his face before Taofeek noticed.
“Why did you move back to Nigeria?”
“I’m truly Nigerian and thought it was best to come back here
and help in the growth of my country rather than another’s man
“What did you work as in the Canada?”
“I was the manager of the IT branch of D**** company.”
Mr. Dayo rose an eyebrow. His brain just gave him a thought.
“Wait a minute,” he said doing a horrible job at disguising the
surprise in his tone. “I’ve heard about the D**** company and
its owned by a Mr. Dauda. And you told me your surname is
Dauda too, is it just a coincidence?”
Taofeek was getting uncomfortable with this line of
questioning. What has all this got to do with him working in
Ginger Net? He wondered.
“No… Mr. Dauda is my father actually.” He replied.
Mr. Dayo nearly jumped out of his seat as he had just won a
lottery. He had gotten more than enough information and was
convinced the Taofeek was the right man for the job… The
problem is, it wasn’t the kind of job Taofeek was expecting.
Mr. Dayo stood up from his seat and went over to the back of
Taofeek. He brought out his handkerchief from his Bosom
pocket and without any warning, he placed it on Taofeek’s
nose and held on tight to him.
The handkerchief was drugged and in no time Taofeek became
drowsy and stopped struggling. Before he passed out, he
caught a glimpse of Mr. Dayo still smiling face and he heard
Welcome to hell.
WATCH OUT FOR PART 38 TOMORROW