The Stolen Manuscript (Episode 3)
Now the suspect, the police boss, and his personal aide are left alone in the large office.
Outside the office, were gathered officers in groups, most of them closing for the day. Those at the reception desk gossiped about the case, most of what they were saying was not true about the whole affair.
Some talked about the writer, mostly the female officers; some have read some of his books, particularly the romance books while most of them have heard about him, because of his television appearances.
“Mike”
“Sir” the commandant’s personal aide answers.
“Because I want to hear this alone, you will go hang out for at least one hour, you can buy yourself a drink or two, make sure you don’t go far and don’t drink much”
“Yes sir”
Mike likes and respects his boss, he was one of the best boss’ he ever worked with, he wasn’t just fun to hang around with, but he was also a cheerful giver. Sometimes his boss would take him out when he goes to drink and offers him whatever he wants, not all bosses behaves that way.
He loves his boss no matter what other officers thinks of him. He believes that the senior policemen who don’t smoke are those born-again officers who think badly of every smoking officer just because they are not capable of doing same.
Chucks tries to remember where he had seen the police boss, maybe he was one of the officers who have been deployed to aide him at one time, he was unable to place where exactly, but the officer looks like a smart cop.
He wonders why the officer wants to be alone with him, why does he want to hear it alone. From the little his ears could pick from the short conversation the commandant’s personal aide told him.
Could he be a gay? He could be, with his build and if from the little conversation he was able to pick at the counter, the commandment seemed to be well respected not just in the command, but around the region, they said he had most of his training under secret services in the U.S.
The man’s move during his arrest was what surprised him most, he moved like a ghost. They way the man personally took on and killed most members of the Red Scorpion that tried rescuing him, still leaves him amazed.
He has heard of policemen and women sexually harassing people, maybe for the first time he was going to become a victim of sexual harassment at the age of over forty years.
The thought of it sent shrills of shiver down his spine; he remembers never harassing anyone sexually before until the age of thirty five when he forced a fifteen year old girl to sleep with him.
It wasn’t really a case of rape but a case of having sex with an underage. The girl gave him total consent and as a matter of fact enjoyed the sex more he did.
Unknown to most officers who knows Zaki Balarabe, the commandant, apart from being a heavy marijuana user, also is a gay; he became a gay while training as a cop in the United States.
While he was at the New Jersey Police Academy after long training hours every Mondays to Fridays for twenty weeks, they are usually dismissed every Friday at 6pm. Then it was time for Zaki to go out to Kanashe at Bloomfield Avenue in Newark.
Friday night until Sunday evening was a good time to leave the academy where ten recruits are housed for twenty five weeks. Zaki was a regular at Kanashe, a club meant for adults from twenty one years of age.
He had roles of prostitutes who didn’t just like his build and profession, but also fall for his easy way of life and charisma. But for every prostitute he slept with, their demands became higher, Chucks prefers being with just a woman for as long as he would have sex, whether a prostitute or a regular girlfriend.
But he was always running out of money even though the academy provides feeding for them and there was hardly any time for anything special anyway since roll call was usually made by 6am, which was always followed by military drill, the days are always rigorous with recruits receiving training from 6am until 10 pm at lights out.
He soon stopped seeing prostitutes and prefers a mutual understanding relationship from a woman at least to satisfy his sexual desire, but hardly has any woman been seen who would give herself all to any man and also give her money.
He soon started seeing other guys within the academy who had the same idea with him, soon they were supporting the idea about gay marriage and somehow they started practicing gay sex.
It wasn’t long after that he left New Jersey when he went for a different police training in Europe. Nigeria is not a good place for gays, in fact it isn’t a safe place to practice gay, but when author Chucks wrote a story in one of his weekly magazine, the police boss, thought anyone who could write like that must have knowledge of it.
Ok, there isn’t much time to think about what he feels; he has a work to do.
“Come over young man” The police boss said, he was also thinking that if Chucks had been arrested wrongly it could just help him to be on the good side with him, knowing that he did all he could to protect his image by being the first to interrogate him even as a very senior police office.
In a moment an evil spirit suddenly comes upon Chucks and he was beginning to be influenced by the force of the spirit. When such spirits comes on him he was usually extremely creative and suddenly able to outsmart whatever challenges there was before him.
It was the same invocation that gave him the ability to write in the manner he writes, there was nothing he writes that people don’t read and comment about. The spirit injects him with an enigma spirit that confuses the people he speaks with.
Now a scene from one of his books surfaces in his thinking faculty, if this officer had read much of my books as he said he did, he probably won’t be making this deadly mistake he is making, he probably would have been careful. He was almost thinking aloud!
“I do what I think” he said in his mind as he walks over to the police boss.
“You know why I think most people like you?” the police commandant asks Chucks, but answers by himself before he did… “Hmm, hmm, I think people like you because you write your mind and the mind of many people in your books and magazines”
“Really?” the suspect asks the officer, wondering if what he said was true. He couldn’t hide the fact that many people have told him that before the officer.
“Yes, and apart from Fela and maybe Bob Marley we have not seen anyone who has tried so much to push for the legalization of marijuana, you know, being a person like that, you can’t help but have fans”
He nods not trying to say a word as much as he could avoid, the police boss is a very smart man who knows every question he was asking, and he wasn’t trained like some other Nigerian cops who could hardly spell their own names not to talk of carrying out a decent investigation to get results.
Truly the Nigerian Police Force is a very corrupt organization but a few cops know their onions, they can do the work very well if they are given the chance to perform.
He wasn’t going to be trapped into saying something that they would use in nailing him. Anyway is there still a way out of this whole mess, not when Florence is behind the whole thing.
She throws her weight on the mighty and influential in the city, the monarchs all bow to her; she is a queen of the city, if there is any description that fits that.
Outside the office, were gathered officers in groups, most of them closing for the day. Those at the reception desk gossiped about the case, most of what they were saying was not true about the whole affair.
Some talked about the writer, mostly the female officers; some have read some of his books, particularly the romance books while most of them have heard about him, because of his television appearances.
“Mike”
“Sir” the commandant’s personal aide answers.
“Because I want to hear this alone, you will go hang out for at least one hour, you can buy yourself a drink or two, make sure you don’t go far and don’t drink much”
“Yes sir”
Mike likes and respects his boss, he was one of the best boss’ he ever worked with, he wasn’t just fun to hang around with, but he was also a cheerful giver. Sometimes his boss would take him out when he goes to drink and offers him whatever he wants, not all bosses behaves that way.
He loves his boss no matter what other officers thinks of him. He believes that the senior policemen who don’t smoke are those born-again officers who think badly of every smoking officer just because they are not capable of doing same.
Chucks tries to remember where he had seen the police boss, maybe he was one of the officers who have been deployed to aide him at one time, he was unable to place where exactly, but the officer looks like a smart cop.
He wonders why the officer wants to be alone with him, why does he want to hear it alone. From the little his ears could pick from the short conversation the commandant’s personal aide told him.
Could he be a gay? He could be, with his build and if from the little conversation he was able to pick at the counter, the commandment seemed to be well respected not just in the command, but around the region, they said he had most of his training under secret services in the U.S.
The man’s move during his arrest was what surprised him most, he moved like a ghost. They way the man personally took on and killed most members of the Red Scorpion that tried rescuing him, still leaves him amazed.
He has heard of policemen and women sexually harassing people, maybe for the first time he was going to become a victim of sexual harassment at the age of over forty years.
The thought of it sent shrills of shiver down his spine; he remembers never harassing anyone sexually before until the age of thirty five when he forced a fifteen year old girl to sleep with him.
It wasn’t really a case of rape but a case of having sex with an underage. The girl gave him total consent and as a matter of fact enjoyed the sex more he did.
Unknown to most officers who knows Zaki Balarabe, the commandant, apart from being a heavy marijuana user, also is a gay; he became a gay while training as a cop in the United States.
While he was at the New Jersey Police Academy after long training hours every Mondays to Fridays for twenty weeks, they are usually dismissed every Friday at 6pm. Then it was time for Zaki to go out to Kanashe at Bloomfield Avenue in Newark.
Friday night until Sunday evening was a good time to leave the academy where ten recruits are housed for twenty five weeks. Zaki was a regular at Kanashe, a club meant for adults from twenty one years of age.
He had roles of prostitutes who didn’t just like his build and profession, but also fall for his easy way of life and charisma. But for every prostitute he slept with, their demands became higher, Chucks prefers being with just a woman for as long as he would have sex, whether a prostitute or a regular girlfriend.
But he was always running out of money even though the academy provides feeding for them and there was hardly any time for anything special anyway since roll call was usually made by 6am, which was always followed by military drill, the days are always rigorous with recruits receiving training from 6am until 10 pm at lights out.
He soon stopped seeing prostitutes and prefers a mutual understanding relationship from a woman at least to satisfy his sexual desire, but hardly has any woman been seen who would give herself all to any man and also give her money.
He soon started seeing other guys within the academy who had the same idea with him, soon they were supporting the idea about gay marriage and somehow they started practicing gay sex.
It wasn’t long after that he left New Jersey when he went for a different police training in Europe. Nigeria is not a good place for gays, in fact it isn’t a safe place to practice gay, but when author Chucks wrote a story in one of his weekly magazine, the police boss, thought anyone who could write like that must have knowledge of it.
Ok, there isn’t much time to think about what he feels; he has a work to do.
“Come over young man” The police boss said, he was also thinking that if Chucks had been arrested wrongly it could just help him to be on the good side with him, knowing that he did all he could to protect his image by being the first to interrogate him even as a very senior police office.
In a moment an evil spirit suddenly comes upon Chucks and he was beginning to be influenced by the force of the spirit. When such spirits comes on him he was usually extremely creative and suddenly able to outsmart whatever challenges there was before him.
It was the same invocation that gave him the ability to write in the manner he writes, there was nothing he writes that people don’t read and comment about. The spirit injects him with an enigma spirit that confuses the people he speaks with.
Now a scene from one of his books surfaces in his thinking faculty, if this officer had read much of my books as he said he did, he probably won’t be making this deadly mistake he is making, he probably would have been careful. He was almost thinking aloud!
“I do what I think” he said in his mind as he walks over to the police boss.
“You know why I think most people like you?” the police commandant asks Chucks, but answers by himself before he did… “Hmm, hmm, I think people like you because you write your mind and the mind of many people in your books and magazines”
“Really?” the suspect asks the officer, wondering if what he said was true. He couldn’t hide the fact that many people have told him that before the officer.
“Yes, and apart from Fela and maybe Bob Marley we have not seen anyone who has tried so much to push for the legalization of marijuana, you know, being a person like that, you can’t help but have fans”
He nods not trying to say a word as much as he could avoid, the police boss is a very smart man who knows every question he was asking, and he wasn’t trained like some other Nigerian cops who could hardly spell their own names not to talk of carrying out a decent investigation to get results.
Truly the Nigerian Police Force is a very corrupt organization but a few cops know their onions, they can do the work very well if they are given the chance to perform.
He wasn’t going to be trapped into saying something that they would use in nailing him. Anyway is there still a way out of this whole mess, not when Florence is behind the whole thing.
She throws her weight on the mighty and influential in the city, the monarchs all bow to her; she is a queen of the city, if there is any description that fits that.
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