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CHAPTER TWO

Missing children? Ethan repeated.

The case was never really brought up to the public,

How do you know? he asked.

I was the one investigating the case. I had clues and some evidence a few suspects as well but before I could get to the bottom of it the case was issused to be closed, she sadly said.

Whoa! You never mentioned anything about being an investigator, Anthony said.

I dont usually narrate my life story unless if its necessary,

But why would they do that? Ethan asked.

Influential powers were obviously behind it, she said and if youre given an amount that covers up more than half of what you earn in a year , why not?

They wanted to bribe you? Ethan asked.

Yep. Indirectly through my superior, she said. Well the story is quite long. The place where the people are supposed to feel safe is entirely something, she added going back to work.

Is that why you quit? Anthony asked.

Yes, she responded.

Ethan kept quiet for a while and thought about the whole thing before he finally asked Can the case still be re-opened?

The missing children case? she asked.

yes,

Well, petitions of different cases keep coming in everyday to be re-opened. The missing children should at the top of the list but its left to those higher authorities, she explained.

For how long has this been going on? Anthony asked.

The case or the petition?

Both, they replied.

Well the case has been going on for some time now. Only a few were found and as for petitions ..Im not sure, she said, but I can be of assistance, she concluded.

Really? Ethan asked.

Yes but first things first, take the exam,

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Somewhere else in the city, Adora a fifteen year old girl is seen looking at herself in her mirror. With her uniform and everything else arranged except for her hair. She picks up her afro comb, combing from the roots to the tip of her hair to detangle it. She passes the comb through her kinky dark thick hair which proves to be stubborn that the comb snaps out of her hand. But frustrated Adora doesnt give up. She picks up the comb after muttering some words and continues combing.

After what seemed to be like forever, she takes a look at herself one more time at her uniform, a grey knee-length flared skirt, white collar shirt with a black tie, a navy blue jacket that had the schools name written in capital letters at its back and a navy blue sock that had two white stripes on top of it. With her black shoes she was ready to go.

She felt so proud that she finally goes to the school she always dreamed of, despite the fact that her familys less privileged, and was soon about to graduate.

Adora! her mother calls out to her. After seeing that she does not respond, she raises her voice and calls her again ADORA!

Upon hearing her mother voices, Adora ends the chitchat she had with her reflection and quickly rushes to the kitchen where her mother was. Yes, she was talking to herself.

Goodmorning mum, she greets bending her neck a little.

kini o ti sele?(what happened) she asked in yoruba. You dont know how to respond? her mother added not in a yelling manner though.