BLOODY ROMANCE

Chapter 2

"I mustn’t put strangeness where there’s nothing. I think that is the danger of keeping a diary: you exaggerate everything, you are on the lookout, and you continually stretch the truth."
—JEAN-PAUL SARTRE
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             🤍_JAMES' POV_🤍
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The plane alighted 7:00pm.
I stood close and watch as the immigration officers searched my bags.
"What's this?" One of the officers asked, he was peering at the grounded egusi which Mama gave me.

"That's Egusi" I said as if he knew what it was.

"A good seed?" He asked, confused.

"E-GU-SI, not A Good Seed" I said.

"He looked more closely at it then showed his colleague, They touched it, pressed it and smelled it. After 15 minutes, they said to me "I'm sorry, but we'll have to arrest you"

"What?" I asked.

"We confirmed that this is some kind of drugs and we're afraid we'll arrest you for bringing it into our country"

For Real?

Imagine what these white fools are saying.

"I'm just coming from Nigeria. You can't arrest me!" I challenged.

"Is not like we're arresting you as in keeping you in jail. We just want to study this seed and make sure it isn't a harmful drugs. Meanwhile, you'll be detain in prison till the experiment is over." He explained.

"That's ridiculous. Wait I need to call someone" I brought out my phone and called Mr Orwell, the man who Baba said I should call once I reach the airport.

He's a very good friend of Baba and surprisingly, he's the vice chancellor of Cambridge University.

Mr Orwell was surprised when I told him I'm in London. He said he was supposed to be in the airport waiting for me but he thought our plane will reach later than now. He apologized and promise to be here in sooner.

Then I told him I'm about to be arrested by some strange officers.

"What????" He yelled.

"What are their names?" He asked.
"I... don't know" I stuttered.

"Look at their I.D cards you silly boy" he yelled.

I peered at the first man's ID card.
"Pete Walters" I said to Mr Orwell.

He said Ok and hung up.

It didn't take a minute when Pete phone rang. His face turned white immediately he answered the call.

He looked at me with wide eyes.

The next moment he was apologising profusely with his colleague.

They were both pleading that they were just doing their work.

I felt like a King.
Nigerian officers would never beg you, no matter what.

But the officers here are almost on their knees.
It didn't take long when A black jeep rode toward us.

A man came out with his escorts. Though I've not seen him before but I know too well that this man is no other than the great "Orwell Max".

"Are you Akindele's Son?" He asked as he came forward.

I nodded.

"Are these the men who harassed you."

Again, I nodded.

To cut the story short, the two officers are now in the jail...I guess.

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