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BN Prose Series: Kidnapped (Part 2) by Glory Edozien



Governor Mofe Chukwudi Abe, paced round his well-decorated office – his right hand tightly clenched into his left hand, his eyes scanning his office, but his mind a million miles away. He had been expecting an altogether different phone call when his wife’s aide, Bunmi, had called and within minutes of her phone call, his office had become filled with a squadron of government officials. Some were taking notes, some frantically talking on the telephone, others were discussing among themselves, and some simply watched him as he paced up and down the now tightly occupied office.

“Mr Governor, Sir”, “Mr Governor Sir”!

Governor Abe had been hearing this particular voice call on him for the last five minutes, but he had no interest in answering. What could they possibly want to ask him? He had no answers; all he had were questions. His eyes finally settled on the large bay windows at the back of his desk. He stared out the window and watched various Lagosians drive by on the bridge. Could Bayo be in one of those cars? he asked himself. He felt a tear threaten to slide down his face and quickly flicked it off with his index finger. This is not the time for tears, he said to himself. Ever since he announced that he would be running for President, he had been receiving various threats. But he paid no attention. He knew he had enemies, but he never imagined it would come to this. His hands pressed tightly into the frame of the window as his mind scanned through a list of possible culprits. If this was indeed a political move by one of his competitors, there was a huge possibility he may never see his son alive again.

Mr Governor Sir!

“What is it?”, Governor Abe finally answered the voice without turning round from the window

“The Chief Inspector General is here to see you Sir”

Governor Abe turned round to see a pot bellied man, with three dark tribal marks across his face, sitting on the spare chair in front of his desk. He almost let out a depressed sigh as he made to sit on his chair. How will this pot bellied man find his son, he asked himself?

“Your Excellency”, the uniformed man began, “I assure you, we will do all that is in our power to bring the culprits to justice”.

“I am not interested in the culprits. I just want you to find my son.”

“Yes Sir. When was the last time you saw your son”?

An exasperated sigh escaped Governor Abe’s lips as he begun to answer a series of questions from the Inspector. He prayed silently that his son was still alive.


Morenike Abe scooped the last spoon of jollof rice into her mouth as she switched off her television. She had just finished watching today’s episode of the Bold and the Beautiful and all she wanted to do now was sleep. But of course she couldn’t do that. It would be too suspicious. Everyone had expected her to go straight to the Governor’s office, after she had recieved the phone call telling her about Bayo’s kidnapping, but she insisted she would go home instead. As soon as she got to her house, she ran to her bedroom in tears and locked the door. She didn’t want to speak to anyone except her daughter. She picked up the intercom in her room and told Ngozi to use the connecting door to bring her food into her room. Now she could hear footsteps outside. She was certain that the whole world had now gathered in her private sitting room, waiting to see her. Her phone had rung so much in the last 30 minutes she had to put it on silent so she could concentrate on her TV show. Now that the programme was over, she went to her bathroom and washed off all her make up, taking care to only smudge her mascara. She undid her bra and packed her hair in the most unflattering way she could imagine. She took one look at herself in the mirror and smiled. Ever since she was in primary school, Morenike had been part of an acting group. Her father had told her she was wasting her time acting when she could be studying to be a doctor or something of more repute. But, what did he know? All those acting attributes were the key skills she had drawn on throughout her life. She had played the Christian damsel when she met her husband, Mofe. Then she had gone on to play loving mother to Bayo, a son who was never hers. And now it was time to play woman-in-distress. She opened the large oak door that separated her bedroom from her private sitting room and three of her friends rushed to her side.

“Morenike”, they screamed as soon as they heard the heavy doors open. “It is well! God will protect Bayo”.

“Ah! The God that gave you a son, will keep him alive for you to enjoy!”, another screamed.

Morenike shook her head in misery, her lower lip trembling as her friends circled round her and dragged her to the couch.

“Ngozi and I have been praying”, she said in between tears as the noise from the crowd finally quieted. “I have to seek God’s face because I don’t know what I have done to deserve this”, she said as she stretched both hands outwards and tilted her face upwards, towards the ceiling, new tears gushing from her eyes.

“Madam, the police would like to speak to you”, Bunmi said as she ushered two uniformed men to into the private room.

“Your Excellency”, they said half-bowing their heads.

“We are sorry, but we have a few questions to ask you……”

Mrs Abe stifled her urge to smile as she began to recount her rendition of events which she had carefully prepared well over three months ago.


3 Months Ago …..

Yeshidi was hardly ever in a good mood. He usually never had anything to celebrate. Yet, today he had invited Douglas and his boys over to Hotel Du Paris, a secluded guest house on the mainland and had been plying them with Hennessey and coke while he and Douglas talked in hushed tones by the bar. There was no way he could handle this deal by himself, he needed someone else who he could trust, but also someone who could take the blame if the plan went up in smoke. To Yeshidi, Douglas and his three men did not have an iota of sense combined, but they were perfect executers. They did as they were told and asked no questions. Such was what Yesidi was in the market for.

“Douglas, this deal will make us rich men”. Yeshidi said as he bent over and whispered into the back of his ear. “We will no longer have to kill and steal. After this, we can buy a plot of land in Lekki and sleep with all the rich men’s daughters.”

Douglas smiled at Yeshidi, the thought of sleeping with a rich man’s daughter with her soft and supple skin while she screamed out his name in pleasure now clouding his mind from the precarious task Yeshidi was about to discuss with him.

“Yes, bros Yeshidi! That would be sweet”, he said simultaneously licking his lips as he brought his glass to his lips.

“One week ago I met with Governor Abe’s aide. I have done many deals for him in the past”, Yeshidi continued, irritated that Douglas’s mind was easily distracted by something as simple as sleeping with a rich man’s daughter. “He wants us to kill his wife”.

Douglas squinted his eyes and shifted closer to Yeshidi, all thoughts of sex with supple skinned young girls now firmly gone from his mind. “Kill his wife”? Douglas repeated.

“My friend, are you deaf?” Yeshidi asked, quickly losing his temper. “Are you a baby? Is this the first time you have heard of a man wanting to cut a woman?”

Douglas straightened up immediately. He didn’t want Yeshidi to see him as a small boy. “No, no.” he replied. “But why does he want to cut her, she is a beautiful woman now?”

“How does that concern us? You are full of stupid questions!” Yeshidi hissed, his once quiet tone now rising to a loud whisper. He was beginning to doubt his choice of inviting Douglas and his men here. “What you should be asking is how much he is willing to pay us for killing his wife”.

Douglas’s ears perked up. “How much? Five hundred thousand naira?” he asked as he leaned in closer to Yeshidi

Yeshidi dipped his head in frustration. Did this clown think five hundred thousand naira split 4 ways could buy a square inch of land in Lekki? He decided to be patient, perhaps Douglas wasn’t used to high-level jobs as he had initially thought.

“No. 40 million Naira.” he replied, looking past Douglas. From his side eye, he could see his lower jaw drop with shock. “We have to kill her and frame one of his political opponents. It must be a tidy job and we have to do it in exactly three months from now, just before the primaries begin.”

Douglas rubbed his face with his left hand repeatedly. He had never held a million naira in his hands before, the prospect of holding 40 million brought both excitement and fear. He wasn’t used to deals with such high amounts. The highest he had ever been paid for killing anyone was N250,000 and that was because the woman was pregnant and he had argued that it was equal to killing two people. But this particular deal had much more at stake. If they failed, he knew without question that they would be shot dead right in front of the police station. And even if they succeeded, there was the possibility that Yeshidi would kill him and his men and take the loot for himself. Why else would Yeshidi need four extra hands to kill one person, even if it was the Governor’s wife? Surely, one bullet in the head was all he needed.

“So what’s the plan”, Douglas replied hoping to somehow hide the fact that his stomach was now in knots.

“That’s not all. If it was to cut only one person I wouldn’t need your help.” Yeshidi replied as if sensing Douglas’s thoughts. He glanced sideways, making sure no one was within earshot. “Yesterday, a former client of mine introduced me to the First Lady herself.  She has a different job for us”.

Yeshidi drew breathe, unsure of what Douglas’s response would be to his next sentence. Even he had been quite shocked when the First Lady uttured the very words he was now about to deliver to Douglas. “She wants us to kidnap and kill her son.”

“What!?” Douglas shouted as his knees jerked forward.

The vein on Yeshidi’s temple tightened as he clenched his jaw and placed his hands on Douglas shoulder. “My friend sit down and listen.”

Douglas stood completely still. He was contemplating walking right out the door.

“Forget that we are talking about the governor’s family. They are human beings like the others you have handled in other deals. There is no difference.” Yeshidi knew he was lying. The difference here was huge. The implications were also quite different. He decided to try a different tact.

“She is offering us 30 Million Naira plus full ownership of the ransom money which will be paid by the Governor. We are not talking small time anymore Douglas. After this deal you can give your life to Christ and live a sinless life in Lekki.”

Douglas sat down. “So she doesn’t know the governor has asked you to finish her?”

“No”, Yeshidi replied with a smile content that Douglas was now fully willing to comply. That’s the beauty of it. We can kill two birds with one deal. He lifted his glass for the first time since the conversation started. He was finally going to be a rich man.

The End

To God be the Glory

Glory is the host and executive producer of Inspire Series, the web talk show which uses the collective stories of everyday women to inspire others. She believes women are more than hand bags, hair, make-up and other externalities and is passionate about about pursuing purpose and living above societal conformities. She is also a day dreamer, and romantic at heart who loves TV, food and family. Follow her on Twitter and Instagram @inspiredbyglory and read more from her on


  1. Oyi

    January 28, 2011 at 2:08 pm

    The plot thickens….Glory this has got to be one ur best pieces! I was holding my breath in anticipation! i’m hooked!!!
    And as to the ‘The End’ you wrote there,…i have no words other than to say that i know some Yeshidis myself…they wd hunt u down if need be…lol.
    Welldone girl! looking forward to the next instalment..pls don’t keep us waiting.

  2. missbonnie

    January 28, 2011 at 2:10 pm

    omg!!!!!! can’t wait for part 3.

  3. fokasibe

    January 28, 2011 at 2:16 pm

    At lastttt! Waited long enough! Lemme go read!!

  4. fumzy

    January 28, 2011 at 2:19 pm

    Intense!!!! Very well written. Patiently waiting to read the next part.

  5. missy~spectacularrr

    January 28, 2011 at 2:20 pm

    either i rushed thru the article, or something…
    i dont get it *now running for cover as the vultures circle*

  6. chi

    January 28, 2011 at 2:23 pm

    Is this it???

  7. honeydrops

    January 28, 2011 at 2:26 pm

    Hw can dis be d end

    • storm

      January 28, 2011 at 3:15 pm

      pls is ur name oyinda ojo? #justasking
      In other news, bellanaija, i see a new tab called bytes, but pls where’s the BN Prose tab???

  8. Ready

    January 28, 2011 at 2:26 pm

    Whaaattt??? First, great writing and storyline. However, does this mean they’re going to kill the wife too? If so, why is this the end?

  9. storm

    January 28, 2011 at 2:29 pm

    this is so so so unfair…To God be the Glory ke????? there had better be a part 3 oh, whether u’v written “the end” or not

  10. fokasibe

    January 28, 2011 at 2:43 pm

    Evil story!! Goodneess! Thank God it’s only just a story….Well written though! Well done!

  11. G

    January 28, 2011 at 2:47 pm

    lovely story but what happened after this?

  12. IamSassyChic

    January 28, 2011 at 2:56 pm

    Good one out there.. The ending is my fav… Thanks Glory

  13. The french babe

    January 28, 2011 at 3:12 pm

    you are a good writer; wld look out for more of your stuff

  14. Agape

    January 28, 2011 at 3:26 pm

    Why did it have to end that way? More pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaassssseeee!!!

  15. lizzy

    January 28, 2011 at 3:51 pm

    Nice…….i share some of the sentiments here oh, this shouldn’t be the end abeg.

  16. lizzy

    January 28, 2011 at 3:53 pm

    Unless you mean its the end of the second part, that i understand.

  17. Temiloluwa Adebayo

    January 28, 2011 at 4:02 pm

    Off to read!!! Will be back to comment, lol

  18. dee

    January 28, 2011 at 4:18 pm

    how dare you lol, it cant end, that is simply too cruel, masterpiece, i have been waiting for this, now part 3 abeg

  19. ema

    January 28, 2011 at 4:22 pm

    no way!!!
    please, don’t do this…you can’t end it here…like this…abeg!!!

  20. Hawt Nerd

    January 28, 2011 at 4:30 pm

    Glory is a miser, iya iya oh! She doesn’t want to finish d story, iya iya ohh!!
    We love u bikozianu finish d story….God bless u as u do so…….

    • lizzy

      January 28, 2011 at 5:49 pm


    • Ready

      January 29, 2011 at 5:08 am

      Lmao…took me a while to figure it out. I’m thinking “mother mother oh…what does this person mean?” Hilarious! And I co-sign that.

  21. Iyegbe

    January 28, 2011 at 4:38 pm

    Oh ma word,dis s so not funny Glory,best article iv read n a while.2 thumbs up..

  22. D.O.T.M.H.

    January 28, 2011 at 5:14 pm

    Which end?! ehn Glory, WHICH END?!?! Hm!

  23. Tonia

    January 28, 2011 at 5:45 pm

    This can never be the end,for what?when is the next part coming out ppppppppppllllllllssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!

  24. ogy

    January 28, 2011 at 6:22 pm

    Oh pleaseeeeeee, the end? Seriously Golria, am gonna hire a yeshidi to come after u if u don’t deliever part 3 sharp, sharp. 😉

  25. ruby

    January 28, 2011 at 7:08 pm

    abeg i no greeeeeee…habaaaaaaaaaaaaa…..i want moreeeeeeeee

  26. Gbenga Awomodu

    January 28, 2011 at 7:30 pm

    Cool one Glory! Now, I think I’ll have to join those clamouring for Part 3. This puzzle seems to need some ‘detailed solution’… 🙂

  27. Chibaby

    January 28, 2011 at 8:02 pm

    I am waiting on part 3….

  28. mary007

    January 28, 2011 at 10:28 pm

    Go Glory! go Glory!!! you have written something that would take nollywood to the next level if directed well

  29. Timma

    January 28, 2011 at 11:10 pm

    Lovely story but i truly believe u are already working on the part 3 cos if not, u have just given we readers pointers on how to handle u o! LOL!!!! Good job!Oya part 3 FAST!!!

  30. marvel

    January 29, 2011 at 12:40 am

    And I was very happy when I saw the link o. This part 1, part 2 is why I don’t watch Nollywood o. Try eh and pls hurry up then maybe you can think of part 4 and part 5 or write a novel jare… Ah, ah?

  31. kreamy

    January 29, 2011 at 6:32 pm

    More pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeese

  32. Latifah

    January 30, 2011 at 7:00 am

    This is a very nice one glory,can’t wait 4 d next part.

  33. SiSiEkO

    January 31, 2011 at 4:34 am

    Gloria ehn, I take God beg you. Abeg use your Holy Ghost mind take give us part 3. This cannot be the end. Thank you and God bless.x

  34. Aibee

    January 31, 2011 at 1:58 pm

    Glory, to God be the glory ke? Okay, you’ve seen so many Nollywood movies that you now write like them. Part 1 and 2 in one title, Part 3 and 4 will bear a different title. I’ll be watching this page for your next story even if under a different title.

    good story.

  35. RMG

    January 31, 2011 at 3:10 pm

    Glory,the trip is the very end, like some script for nollywood “To God be the Glory”…lol!lovely one babes,but you can’t keep us in suspense for so long…on to the next as we wait 🙂

  36. Mel

    March 9, 2011 at 1:44 pm

    dis is indeed a wondaful piece, plsssssssssssssssssssss, cant wait for the next one, season 2…

  37. jess

    March 9, 2011 at 3:36 pm

    surely it is a crime to leave us hanging like this. please give up the conclusion cos now we are going to keep wondering what happened…

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