DERAILED✔️

21~

04/05/2014.

ABUJA, NIGERIA.

"You'll see mercy today insha Allah, Allah will make you meet the good side of everyone" Hajia Amina prayed while knotting Alhaji Umar's blue tie, she dusted the blazers with her slender fingers, "you're good to go" she smiled,

"thank you my beautiful wife, I'll call you as soon as the election is over" he muttered, he placed his hand at the back of her head bringing it forward, he placed a kiss on her forehead, "goodbye" he picked his black suitcase from the round wooden stool close to the sofa before ambulating towards the door. He was about to turn the door knob when a thought crossed his mind, "Amina don't forget Nadia is coming today" he said turning in her direction,

Hajia Amina tore her eyes from the program she was watching on the TV when she heard her husband spoke, "yes I did not forget, I've been expecting her" she smiled,

"okay, bye" he replied shutting the door behind him.

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Alhaji Umar drove towards the NPP (Nigeria people party) house, today is the primary election in which the candidate who will represent the party in the upcoming Governorship election will be chosen. Alhaji Umar didn't understand why his brother refused to contest even though he had more supporters than him. He tried to convince his brother several times, but he was very Adamant. He still remembered his words vividly,

"Umar I'm not going to contest and that's final, but I'll support you fully I know you'll surely win".

Alhaji Umar was very proud of his brother in everything he did, he loved him so much, and he was very dear to him. Even if he doesn't like the idea of contesting in the election, he did it because his brother asked him to.

Alhaji Umar swerved his car into the party's house. He got down, clad in his black Armani suit, his shoe made a rhythmic sound as it tapped on the interlocked ground. There wasn't much people around yet because he was extra early, he liked following protocols in everything he did. He stood akimbo watching how empty the inside was "these politicians are late comers" he grumbled. He wanted going to the resting villa to seat until the others arrived when he heard muffled voice coming from a room close to where he was standing.

He ambulated towards the direction of the door to check on the people inside. His knuckles stopped midway before colliding with the door to create a knock when he heard the word "modibbo", Alhaji Umar knew eaves dropping was bad, but he wanted to know the gossip that was circulating about him, he was curious to know whether people liked him or not. He pressed ear to the oak wooden door, "Suleiman moddibo" he heard them say again, Alhaji Umar wondered why they were talking about his brother, he pressed his ear further to get more story,

"Suleiman modibbo is the main pillar, as long as he's there, his brother will surely win" a thick voice said,

"from what I'm trying to understand here, if he's cleared out we have a higher chance" Another voice said,

"you're getting it now" the thick voice laughed loudly causing the door to vibrate,

"so, how is that possible, today is the election how?" the other voice asked with confusion evident in his tone,

"you know me na, I'm always one step ahead" the thick voice laughed, "I've already planted a bomb in his house, it will go off by 9 pm today".

Alhaji Umar eyes widened in horror, he closed his mouth with his hand quickly to prevent the loud shriek that was hanging in his throat from coming out,