Securing The Bag (The Lagos Hustle)

First Assault

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Kanaku led the way and Fuoyo and I followed. He didn't go straight to the main entrance but led us through the narrow side of the house slowly.

"What are we doing?" I whispered to Fuoyo who in turn asked him

He turned back and put his hands to his lips, "shhh...I need to get a feel of the place, please stay quiet"

Fuoyo turned to me, "he's right....you don't just go barging in without observing first"

"yeah right, you were just as lost as me" I snickered

"shhhhh" Kanaku hissed and we fell quiet. We tiptoed around the house until Kanaku stopped at a particular window.

The rest of the house was dark and felt empty but this particular room had a blinking red light. The drapes were shut tight and we could only see a dull shade of each blinking flash.

That wasn't what caught my attention. There was a sort of mild commotion going on in the room. I recognized the song that was playing, A Nathaniel Bassey song, crooning about the beauty of Nature and the omnipresent nature of God. But there was something else coming from the room that sent a shiver through my spine. Thuwack!Thuwack!Thuwack!

A continuous whipping sound and then a muffled voice which was definitely feminine crying out something that sounded like, "yellow, or mellow or fellow..."

It was hard to tell cause the voice was muffled and the word was throaty and mono-syllabic like the person was struggling to speak with a mouth full of food. Without another word Kanaku continued his slow movement, tiptoeing to the rear of the house and we followed. I had a nasty idea of what was happening that very moment and I desperately hoped I was wrong.The back of the house was spacious and there was a back kitchen door which was unfortunately locked. It was bolted from inside and the top half was made of glass, the kind of glass that was too thick to be transparent.'

We watched Kanaku struggle with the door with no luck until he got tired and looked around for a stone. There wasn't any stone big enough and I watched in amazement as he walked about, bending every now and then to try and pull what on Earth from the ground?

Then he found a section where weed had managed to grow between the interlocking. He got on his knees and we watched his shoulder heave for some minutes till he managed to dislodge one and I marveled when he returned with a brick of interlocking.

He motioned for us to step back and hit the glass with such force I flinched back, expecting the sound of breaking glass to ring out but the glass was too strong for the brick. "Bastard!" He snapped and next he went under the kitchen window where a small roof had been constructed over 2 glass cylinders.

He grabbed the biggest and I suspected it was empty because there was no way he could lift a full gas of cylinder above his head with such ease.

Fuoyo grabbed my hand and pulled me further behind just as Kanaku slammed the cylinder into the glass. The glass had met its match this time and the cylinder cracked a clear hole before the shards began falling off, landing on the kitchen floor with a loud smashing sound.