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John had lost it all. He had quited working for his father and the business he was trying to set up wasn’t growing as quick as he wanted, but all of that wasn’t really his main problem. His main problem was Jummy. He had lost her all because of his foolishness, he hadn’t always been bisexual and it took loosing Jummy to know that he can be straight… If there was one thing he was sure of now, it would be he sincerely loved Jummy with all his heart. As he stared down from the roof of the GNP building, he realized committing suicide isn’t as easy as people portray it. His brain was fighting a war with his broken heart. While his heart told him to jump and he would feel no other pain again, his brain told him to go home and think about how to win Jummy back. At a point, he climbed the pavement and just a step forward would have sealed the deal but his brain finally won the war. He stepped down from the pavement and decided to go home. He believed he still had a chance with Jummy if he was alive, but if he killed himself, then nothing can happen. As he sat down on the chair, he realized he was crying and that was a very strange thing for him, considering he hadn’t cried in ages. Suddenly, he heard a voice. The voice seemed to flow with the wind and he wasn’t sure until a heavy wind blew once again and asked him the simply question of faith. DO YOU WANT ME TO SAVE YOU? John was so astonished to reply so he just nodded. And the next thing he knew, his heart was filled with joy. He didn’t know why, but he was smiling and all he could say was “thank you”. At that spot, on the roof of GNP, John gave his life to Jesus. He was truly saved. **********@@@@@********** Jummy was worried. After the dinner with John, she had gone straight home, showered and laid on her bed in an attempt to sleep, but Mr Sleep didn’t seem to be her friend so she kept on tossing and turning round the bed, thinking about no other person than John. With a clear head, she saw things differently. She started thinking maybe she was too harsh on him. She couldn’t deny the fact that she loved him so much it hurt. Her thoughts were interrupted by her ringing phone. She glanced at the wall clock and silently cursed the person who was calling at such ungodly hour before picking up the phone and saw it was Zainab. She knew Zainab would never call at such a time without having a good reason. She pressed the green button. After the call, she only became more worried after hearing what Zainab had to say. Toafeek had been kidnapped, the kidnapper requested for ten million naira, Zainab had less than half of that and she wanted to trick them with it and finally she wasn’t supposed to call the police. Can tonight get any worse? She thought. She knew she wasn’t meant to call the police but she had to help somehow, she need advice and only one person came into her mind. She took a deep breath and dialed a number. **********@@@@@********** Henry drove like a thief being chased by the entire New York Police Department (NYPD). He knew he didn’t have much time to get to their next destination but he also knew that the kidnappers didn’t care about that so he drove like his life depended on it. Although Zainab complained about his speed out loud and requested he reduced it before they ended up spending the rest of their night in a hospital or at worse a morgue, she silently prayed that he even increased the speed and silently thanked her stars that he was involved in the matter, she didn’t know how she would have kept herself together if she had done this all alone. Eight minutes later, they drove past the Mile 2/ festac intersection and at exactly Nine minutes later, they were at Mile 2 – Oke as instructed. Henry looked at Zainab and saw a kind of expression he had never seen on her before. Usually, he could read her facial expressions, but this time, she was blank. He knew playing the cracking-a-joke card at this time would be a bad idea, he decided to play a different card. “Don’t worry,” he said, “your brother would be rescued, trust me.” Zainab didn’t even act like she heard him. He continued. “When next they call, request to see your brother so that you would know he is still alive.” A minute later her phone rang. “Hello,” she said. “Are you there yet?” “Yes.” “Take one bag this time and get out of your car. Look around and you would see two buses parked besides each other, one red, one yellow. Drop the money beside in the red one and go back to your car.” Zainab remember Henry’s words. “I want to speak to my brother now, I want to know that he is still alive and safe.” Mr Dayo sighed. “Okay, I’ll do better than that. I’ll show him to you life and direct.” Zainab ears opened wider as he said that. “When you drop the money in the red bus, go to the back of the yellow bus and don’t try fast move.” Zainab dropped the money in the red bus as she was told and walked to the back of the red bus. Through the glass, she saw her brother. He was tied to a chair with his mouth taped together. Zainab walked closer and wanted to open the door when she saw a gun appear beside Taofeek’s head, she couldn’t see the face of the person because of the darkness. She reluctantly went back to her car. She had barely sat down when her phone rang. “Now that that’s settled. Drive back to Oke-Afa now, locate St Pauls Anglican Church and wait for my call. You have twenty five minutes to get there and locate it.” Mr Dayo paused as if thinking of something then he added. “So far you have been pretty obedient and I like that, just do as I say, and you would see your brother. And don’t think I don’t know you brought a friend along even after I told you not to. I’m not angry yet… Don’t give me a reason to be.” Mr Dayo hung up. Henry started the car and drove off, heading to Oke-Afa, the call had been on loud speaker and he heard everything. As they drove, Zainab received a text message from Jummy: WHERE ARE YOU NOW? Zainab replied: ON OUR WAY TO THE LAST DROP (St Pauls Anglican Church, Oke-Afa). Please I know you want to help but don’t do anything silly. Jummy had other plans of her own.