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Aso Rock Villa, Vice president quarters

2:10 pm.

"What do you mean you failed? Oh my goodness, you fool!" A surge of rage came over her, and the facade, beautiful, cool, calm, collected, resourceful woman that she was on good days broke.

She was drinking her favorite oolong tea in anticipated celebration when a young girl just over nineteen rushed in in black jeans and top, black hijab tucked into her top rushed in to say that the attack was foiled and she failed.

The cup of tea that she was enjoying happily in anticipation of the only thorn in her flesh dying went smack against the beautiful face of the girl squatting in front of her and blood dripped down the wound, a pulse began beating thump thump at the temple of the girl.

"I hope you were not caught?" The girl shook her head. She blinked the blood that had dripped onto her long lashes away and waited for further orders.

"Punish yourself. By now they're already spooked and will move her away from there. Especially now that my husband knows she exists," She bit her lower lip, wondering how soon was soon enough to kill that bane in her existence. B.B Bakura was already in the know and he'd soon start sending security for the bastard. She shut her eyes and in her mind's eye, she saw the photo of the bastard's mother that B.B Bakura left in his study since she had married him and groaned out loud.

"Monitor the hospital closely, get that foolish boy for me on the phone, infact, get him here as soon as possible. He'll go and complete the job he started." She waved the girl away and the moment the girl left the room, She angrily pushed the table that held her best Chinese tea set and the entire set shattered to the floor, the expensive green tea seeping into the pure white rug that was used to decorate the room.

Then she smiled, a beautiful smile that the newspapers, social media talked about all the time, the smile that disarmed all her enemies till they became fodder for her feet.

"Labeebah. You escaped today, I'm not sure who  saved you, not another time though. You're going to die." She said and rang for another tea.

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Diezemane Hospitals

Eyes wide, they watched the video shown to them by the hospital.

"Do you know anyone who could have done this?" At Dr Ma'mun's question prompted Labeebah's aunt into really seeing the video again. All she saw in her mind's eye was how Labeebah gasped for breath over and over before Dr Ma'mun got to her.

"I don't know any one with this level of evil intent. She's just an actress, who could she have offended. My little baby is just being herself, she's never hurt anyone not could she hurt anyone." Dr Ma'mun nodded, he knew just about that himself.

"I know. I just worry about her as my patient and her safety. Since someone could plan well enough to come into Diezemane through the ceiling." Labeebah's aunt didn't speak, her husband rubbed her hands that were clasped in her lap.

"We'll think about your idea and get back to you." They shuffled out of the office, but immediately they got out, she fell into her husband's arms and cried hard.

"Ibrahim, who have I offended?" She asked her husband with plenty anguish written on her face in the crease of her cheeks and the way she lifted her hands in asking. Her husband looked around before carrying her bodily to the set of aluminum chairs that served as waiting room.

"Hannatu. Calm down please." She nodded without really nodding, continuously nodding her head as if she didn't see or hear anything.

"Ibrahim, would I have become childless yesterday?" Ibrahim shook his head, he was scared of everything that had happened and it was on the top of his tongue to ask his wife to call her mother, just as he was about to speak, the clack clack sound of a walking stick reached them and like an apparation, the older woman who Ibrahim had just thought about reached them.

When Labeebah's aunt saw her birth mother, she burst into tears as though she was ten and she had skinned her knees. Her mother reached out and held her daughter's hand, whispering Hannatu over and over.

After a few minutes of tears, Ibrahim who was standing on the side quietly handed over the pocket square of his kaftan and his wife wiped her face with it. She blew her nose in the embroidered handkerchief her mother offered before clearing her throat.

"Maama. Why are you here? How do you even know I'm here?" Her mother sighed and waved them up, Ibrahim helped Labeebah's aunt up and they followed the old woman into the elevator and a quarter of an hour later, they parked their car in a secluded part of Diezemane's vast car park where they were sure no one could hear them.

"You ask why I am here? Do you know your child is in danger?" They nodded at the old woman's question, but they both hung their heads, having no idea what to say, since they could not even protect her.

Only Labeebah's aunt finally spoke, she asked the question that had plagued her mind since she saw her mother almost twenty minutes earlier.
"Maama, why are you here? How do you even know Labeebah is in danger?" Her mother sighed, wondered how to start this story that left distaste in one's mouth.

"Do you know B.B Bakura?" Their faces changed at the supposedly unrelated question the old lady asked.

"Have you no eyes?" She asked harshly in Hausa making the recipients of her words flinch. They had eyes, they just had never put that kind of two and two together.

"Can you not see that nose Labeebah is carrying around is a replica of that Kanuri boy B.B Bakura?" Labeebah's aunt blinked over and over like a doll, wondering how her sister ever even entangled herself with the current Vice President.

"She looks exactly like Bushratou. Labeebah looks exactly like Bushratou. She has never looked like anyone else." Her mother chuckled at her daughter's abilties to disagree. She continued to chuckle, hard, hard enough to lean back in the seat she was in.

Ibrahim was in pure shock. Every family had it's secrets, they said but this secret was enough to topple a nation.

"Why do you think anyone would have the need to kill her before anyone else knows. A DNA test has been carried out already, it's confirmed." Labeebah's aunt, could not speak, she only shook her head in surprise, amazement that she could not even grasp.

"That is not true. How could a DNA test be carried out and no one knew?" The old lay blinked and shook her head at Hannatu's innocence.

"I suppose it's one of the times Labeebah did, a makeup shoot or those things they're called. Someone got her hair sample, they even found out long ago, before she married that idiot. She posed no threat to anyone until six months ago when Bakura himself found out." She patted the driver's seat, hard. "This is why we're were we are. This point." The old lady coughed, she had spoken too much.

Her assistant, who drove the Prado that brought them to the hospital passed her a bottle of room temperature water and as she opened it, she asked them.

"This story seems fake?" Labeebah's aunt nodded her head.

" It has to be fake. Labeebah is Bushratou's daughter. She's Mine." Labeebah's aunt could not agree, she just could not reconcile herself to the fact that something huge was about to happen, that their lives would never be the same after this.

"Maama, how do you know?" She asked her mother with tears rolling down her cheeks. She wondered if B.B Bakura was going to take Labeebah away from her and immediately the thought was cut off when she remembered that Labeebah was a full grown woman. She waved her hands to stop her mother from replying.

"What should we do now?" She asked instead.

Hee mother nodded with her lips hooked up, she knew Hannatu had lots of sense and could see the bigger picture.

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9:20pm
Aso Rock Villa, Vice President Quarters.

"Safe now?" He asked the surbordinate who could slink in and out of anywhere undetected. The smallish Yoruba man nodded his head, pushing his fake glasses up and a beat later, he stroked the faux -very realistic- beard that sat upon his clean shaven face.

B.B Bakura sighed. He shut his eyes and contemplated how to help his first child without pulling others into the know. He scrubbed his face with his hands and opened his previously shut eyes.

"What do you suggest?" The surbordinate patted his face and asked if he could speak freely, because asides not being able to grasp inside his home, Bashir Bakura was known as a smiling white eyed wolf, one that never showed his cards to others and struck when others were down, his political opponents had no chance when he wanted something.

In short, B.B Bakura was an enigma but his wife was the bane in his existence, the pain in his behind that stopped him from getting comfortable Everytime.

"Speak Kajola." All his surbordinates that did his underground work were named after Nigerian cities and they made up their own codes of speaking.

"Sir, I think for now, let her be. Let dust settle on this. The madam will calm down once she sees that you don't worry about the little lady anymore. But I'll get you information every day into a small non-browsing phone that her own people cannot hack into." Kajola watched as his boss thought about the idea, then nodded.

"Find a very capable physiotherapist and send him to wherever her grandmother takes her to. I want her to walk again." Kajola nodded and waited for further instructions.

If one traced how much the VP's wife knew that he knew, it had to be traced to the one named Gombe. Gombe was the one who did the investigation, who got Labeebah's hair, who took it to get tested, got the results and after B.B Bakura saw it, Gombe went to eat and left the papers containing the entire history of Labeebah Sheriff on his nightstand.

Ma'u, one of those who worked for the VP's wife, went to find her boyfriend Gombe and when she saw that report, she knew trouble was coming so she reported to her own boss and right there, trouble was activated.

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