HE IS MY CHAUFFEUR ✅

TWENTY SIX

"El-mustapha Kabo is going to be at a wedding, Meena event centre. Five pm dot."

"Monitor all his moves."

"No one should approach him with any talk. He must not see you."

A tall man in suite talked in bits to all the men around him. He was brawny, collected and calm. His hair was kept neat, shiny and silk. His skin looked well cared of. His accent was mixed. Not precise.

This case had been dangling in the air for so many years. The reason for the assassination of the former president of Niigeria hadn't been disclosed and swept under the carpets. He believed the case was closed by the people above. Whenever a security officer began investigation, the next month it would be heard that he discarded the case. The last time it was brought up was some years ago. A couple of presidents had ruled in those years. But the president died thirty years ago.

"Yes sir!" They chorused at once. While they turned to leave, he smiled.

"Dress like expensive wedding guests. Classy groomsmen." They all answered and left to work. He was a secret security officer and he wanted to do this out of his work. Yes, He was working with the government. He felt he was riskkng his life. Reason was, when he started working on the case five years ago, he was warned. He dropped it and a year after he brought it up. He was threatened. That happening, he worked with the government for four years without bringing the case up. And last year he resigned.

Just to focus on the case. It was for his own benefit. The president was his father. And no one knew that.

When everyone left, he sighed and mumbled a prayer before he exited the office.

Some families shall be in shambles very soon.

*****

Salisu's heart constricted in his chest and slammed when he stepped his feet into his mother's house and found her gasping on the mat.

"Goggo!" He called out loud before he rushed to her aid. In no time she was on his arm and he has put her in his car. No, Adeelah's car. He began driving fast to the nearest hospital praying she won't pass out. She was am athematic patient and she didn't like taking her medications. Just in the morning when he visited her, he met her breathing hard and when he inquired about her inhaler she said she threw it in the dustbin and it's of no use to her.

Now as she was gasping, Salisu knew she had already regret doing so.

"Salisu," she managed to call.

"Goggo you will be fine. Just two minutes we will be at the hospital." He glanced at her on the other seat and sped to the hospital. He could imagine people insulting him for being a rough driver. It didn't matter. His mother was dying.

Twenty minutes after, she was standing and walking on her feet to the car.

"Goggo please keep this inhaler just this once. Please." He sought and began driving.

Goggo smiled, her brown skin was still gleaming in youthfulness, she would have been mistaken for a young woman because of how lean she was. When Salisu asked hee whether she's Fulani, she only smiled and didn't answer him. That lingered for few days in his mind before he let go.

"Salisu drive slowly. I'm not ready to die now." She beat his arm as he drove.

Salisu smiled. "Goggo you've enjoyed life enough. Let's go." He tapped on the brake, jerking the car on purpose.

"Stop this rough play Salisu. I warn you."

"Sorry old woman." He answered.

"Where's your wife? I can't wait to see my daughter. When are you bringing her here?"