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Siva Okojie was afraid to step outside of Tajudeen hotel when the discussion ended. He watched carefully that there was no one on the street when he got out of the buiding. As he waited for a taxi in the evening twilight, he felt as if somebody was following him. He looked around himself every now and then until he succeeded in flagging down one approaching scrap of a car. Get me out of here, he told himself. ‘Oga, where?’ the driver asked. Siva had no idea. ‘Any hotel that is very cheap, that is not fine at all and where no big man would like to go.’ The driver looked at him. ‘Oya Oga, enter.’ Thirty-five minutes later, the driver stopped in front of a building. It was  a single building, a  two  storey,  old and   shabby. ‘Make me I wait?’ The  driver asked. ‘No,’ Siva  said.  Siva took  out some naira notes   from  his breast pocket, handed them out  and  the driver   grumbled as  he took them. Siva watched him drove off. ‘Welcam to Nabiyii Resort,’ an attendant sa

A fictional representation of Leadership Crisis in Nigeria When Siva got a cab and was inside, he was alarmed. Yes, he thought. The very first decision was a wrong one. Now, it is too late to go back. If there is answer, I am going to find it. But if not, only God knows what is going to happen. The drive to Tajudeen was long and lonely. When they got there, he paid the driver and asked him to go. But Tajudeen itself was worse. It was an old hotel in one of the outskirts of Maiduguri. It either had bad patronage or it was completely deserted. There was no one around except a few pedestrians on their own on the street. The fence of the hotel had fallen partially. But a long, old reed chair, stood against the front wall of the building. The two big Almond trees in front of the building had dropped a lot of leaves on the chair and the compound. Everywhere was brown and crispy. Siva walked to the chair, pushed away some of the leaves and sat down. How was he going to contact Zugeru and

A fictional representation of Leadership Crisis in Nigeria When they finally got to the venue, a local musician was playing. The music was loud. The ground was shaking. Ekoyata tightened his stomach and his muscles taut like someone expecting a blow and was preparing to take it. He wondered what had happened to the law.  Another civil war almost started in the country when the government tried to stop loud music in public places some years before. Churches fought against it. Mosques did the same thing. They had big horn speakers on their building tops that played gospel music or call to worship, their volumes always turned full. Some residents in the country had full musical system in their apartments enough to run a disco hall. They also played them in the apartment with their full volumes turned up. So, there was a coalition of forces at that time and the government had to concede to a cheap defeat in the end without a fight. There was no report of a single person prosecute