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: #1 in #Nigerian as of 8th August, 2018
One promise, one favour plus a broken heart brings two people from entirely different worlds together.
On one side is ordinary...
A little knowledge that acts is worth infinitely more than much knowledge that is idle.
-Khalil Gibran
*Haze*
OMNISCIENT
UNEDITED
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Ahmad could not remember the last time he had driven so fast, he had always been a careful driver which probably contributed to the anxiety that pulsed through him. Finding a drug den in a remotely isolated and unfamiliar area was something else. The den was in the slums of funny enough it was a lot better structure than any of the houses and narrow paths he had to pass through. The air there almost made him turn back, he had come to far though.
Who knows how bad the situation is?
When he walked through the door. God knows it wasn't a place he would ever want to be seen at, Ahmad brushed the thought aside. Bobo was engraved on the door in glitters. The walls were painted red, he could see that through the smoke haze in the place that had sort of become a part of the walls. As far as he could see the tables in the place were occupied by men and woman in different stages of high. If at all any of the occupants had noticed his entrance, none of them showed it. He looked around the place, reluctant to step further in but there was no sane looking person to ask. His phone rang again as it had been doing incessantly as he sped to the nightmare of a place. He pulled it out and it was Dimple again.
How would he explain himself? He waited for it to ring out then dialed the number that had called him. Thankfully she had sounded normal or so he hoped. The lady told him to come out back past the tables,
When Ahmad walked inside the bar, the first thought that hit him was how all those people discovered the place, it looked like an expensive bar judging by the elegant set up of the place. It appeared much larger from the inside. The red chairs complemented the black tables perfectly giving the place a grand appearance but the haziness of the smoke particles accompanied with the stench of tobacco ruined it all. As he took few steps inside, his hand reflexively flew to his nose to block the stench in the air, the counter where two bartenders served eager customers became visible. The bar wasn't crowded, it had few people walking around calmly, while a few others were seated in different spots around the large space.
Ahmad got several kind offers of rolled paper which he declined. He walked to the extreme end of the bar where he spotted what looked like where the lady on the phone had described. He walked through the spacious corridor which led to two doors not far apart. One reading women's room, the other men. He paused unsure of what to do next, he couldn't just walk into the ladies' room that was for sure. He opted for calling the stranger's number...'Veronica,' She had said was her name. Just as he tapped the dial icon, the door flung open revealing a slender looking lady dressed in a red mini dress.
