TITLE: Accidental Victim – EPISODE: 1
Damien sat on the floor of the black van with his hands
tied behind his back. He knew he was in a van and he
knew the color because he saw it before a hood was
thrown over his face.
Only some minutes ago, he was walking around the streets
of Lagos with a folder containing his documents in his
hand, looking for a job. He had repeated the same routine
for several weeks now since he completed his service to
the country without any breakthrough.
He was passing by an electric pole when he saw what
looked like an advertisement of a vacancy posted on it.
He stopped to look and realized it was for a marketing job.
He studied Chemistry in the University so he felt the
advertised job was not in line with what he studied. ‘Let’s
give it a try’, he told himself.
He brought out his phone and called the number on the
poster. It rang the first time. No response. On the second
try, there was a response. The person on the other end of
the line was talking about the nature of the job and the
benefits to be derived by working for their firm.
From his job hunting experience, he knew immediately the
lady began speaking that it was one of the health affiliates
who required payment first for what they referred to as a
‘Licensing/Registration’ fee of about $68, before one
began working with them.
While he was still on the phone, a very pretty lady came
out of a shopping mall with grocery bags in her hands.
She was about 5.8″ tall and fair in appearance. She had a
figure that would make most men drool.
Suddenly she tripped and one of the grocery bags fell with
the contents spilling out. Damien immediately ended the
call since he knew he wasn’t going to go for the job
anyway, because he didn’t have the money to pay for their
‘Licensing’ fee. Being the gentleman that he was, he
quickly rushed to the aid of the lady.
The lady was surprised because no one had even cared to
stop to help her before he did. This is Lagos. It’s all man
After putting the groceries back into the bag, the lady
thanked him profusely. Since he was tired of walking
around that day, coupled with the fact that the lady
seemed to be nice, and beautiful, he offered to carry her
grocery bags to the taxi park. She smiled because it’s
been a while since anyone treated her that way without
knowing who she really was.
He struggled with the grocery bags in both his hands and
the folder in his armpit. As he was going towards the taxi
park, she directed him to the area private car owners
parked their cars. ‘Wow, so she has a car’, he thought.
She smiled once again when she saw the obvious
confusion on his face.
She stopped behind one of the exotic cars in the car park.
It was a silver colored Chevrolet Camaro. Damien almost
gasped when he saw it. It’s been a while since he saw
such a car up close, and to think that this seemingly
‘ordinary’ lady drove the car, it was too much for him. ‘She
must be super rich’, he thought. ‘Is this your car?’, he
She smiled and was about telling him her father got the
car for her after graduation when suddenly, two heavily
built men and a lady approached them, with two of them
displaying guns carefully hidden in newspapers. The guns
were 9mm berettas affixed with silencers. Both of them
holding the gun looked like they knew what they were
doing. They were not trembling and their fingers were
already trigger-ready. They definitely meant business.
The whole situation materialized within seconds. The
scene played out like they had rehearsed it several
months before. The lady and one of the men with a gun
pointed the guns at both of them and the one without a
gun, obviously their leader, spoke up with a croaky voice.
‘Make any noise or draw any attention to us and we’ll
blow up your fvcking heads! Now just quietly follow us to
that van!’ He pointed to an idling van parked at side of the
Damien was shocked and confused. He didn’t know what
to do at that moment. He recognized what was happening
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