Nojat Kafayat drove home after dropping her mother at her office. Walking into the house she was exhausted having been tired and worn out due to the days activities. she crashes into the couch and started fantasising of the young Tolu Majiyagbe. The FBI agent reportedly sent by the US to aid the country in investigations. She lay down hoping her mother would be able to pull a meeting off between the two of them so she could get to know him better. Having Graduated from the University of Lagos,only few guys had she fallen for while in school. Add Tolu Majiyagbe to the list.
She dragged herself on her feet and lazily walked to the kitchen, knowing fully well her mother would be home hungry once she was done with her statement. Opening the refrigerator stock with drinks, she took her favourite Hollandia yourghurt , cold as she liked it. taking a glass mug, she stood in the kitched sipping the tasty dairy.
Taking her phone from her breast pocket she scrolled through her Twitter feeds and was shocked to see 'Anonymous' trending again.
*What now?* she thought to herself, sipping the drink, she felt herself unable to swallow as soon as she clicked the #Anonymous hashtag and read the tweet:
  @Anonymous
~ Hurry, Hamzat Kafayat in Danger.
#Anonymous
                                                 9:45PM
her glass mug drops from her hands shattering on the exquisitely tiled floor.
*my mum's in danger?*. Comments immediately starts flowing underneath the post with cries of "check on hamzat" and terrified emojis.
Nojat immediately starts dialing her mother, ring,ring,ring, No Answer. She looked at her watch. 9:52PM, her heart raced as her hand fumbled round her iPhone as she sends her mother several messages. No reply.
9:55PM. No reply. Nojat dashed downstairs and hopped into the car as she sped recklessly.
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Tolu is lodged in his hotel room as he relaxes down after the hectic journey. today had been pretty rough and surprising and tomorrow offered more. Just yesterday he was in his desk as a Data analyst and in 24 hours he's in Nigeria to find help investigate a murder case. He had met, Hamzat Kafayat. he made few research about her on the plane and had longed to meet her and as fate would have it, she was waiting for him at the airport. And she was alone. her daughter. Nojat Kafayat. Stop it dude, he told himself. Emily Clarkson. Yes,that's more like it.
Rolling on the bed ,he recounted his little conversation with the DSS boss Tanko mohammed. Tanko had briefed him on what awaited him the next day.
"you begin tomorrow shey you know" he had told him, "we would have loved if your coming wasn't publicized but i guess it is what is. And that shameless woman......"
"Hamzat?" Tolu interjected amusingly
"Yes, hamzat, she just made it more harder for you by making you speak to the country on the issue. see my friend, the president is on my neck, we cannot fail"
Tolu sighed as he knew there was a huge load placed on his shoulders, not like he didn't expect it to happen in this dimension. He thought about his mother. Mom. His short interview might have been covered by the CNN and the BBC by now. *i wonder what she would make of all of these*. Mr white will probably be brimming with smiles if he saw the clip, "atta boy" he would have said.
Emily. They had just started to become a thing when all these happened. The Kiss. Damn. Rolling left and right on the bed he found sleep difficult and couldn't point out why.
Whats the worse that could happen?
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Dakar snuck into his space with bloody hands, walking to the bathroom he rinsed his hands as the resulting water turned red.
*how many times did i hit her?* he thought. Honestly, he had lost count. it wasn't what he had in mind, he fondled his pocket and felt it. His Gun. pfft!, he didn't even needed it.
As soon as he snuck up behind her his instincts took over,he banged her face against the mirror,  and he never stopped slamming, at a point he felt like the wall was spelling her name after each hit.
H.A.M.Z.A.T  K.A.F.A.Y.A_ exactly, he slammed her face into the wall Twelve times, one hit from his well built arm was enough to make an average man bloody, not to mention him slamming someone's face to the wall with so much brute force, and that was to a woman. And it wasn't once, he did it Twelve times. Dammit, he said to himself as he rinsed his face and observe himself in the mirror, his only disappointment now was not completing the spelling, the letter 'T' remained. The Sponsor would have gotten word of her death by now. He stopped short as soon as he heard a knock on his door which dragged him out of his thoughts. He looked into the mirror and smiled, his dinner was ready.
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Tanko Mohammed relaxed at his exquisite suite in the VIP section of the hotel exhausted to his bones. He had just gotten off a call from The President. Asides the scolding, Tanko was grateful his job wasn't in danger.....atleast for now. He sat on his couch relieved. Hamzat Kafayat almost putting him in more trouble by her insistence on Tolu speaking to the country, luckily though, his superiors made light note of it.
He hoped Tolu could really help matters as he had promised to retire as soon as the dust settled, his plan was to retire at the high note. He somewhat cursed Aluko Kosoko. The 68 year old wretch who wouldn't mind his business and look away but decided on blowing a whistle that called for death.
If it hadn't been for him, Tanko wouldn't be in this mess. Investigations where still going on as to who owned the large sum of foreign paper and Tanko had hoped it would be like other cases at which after a week or two be forgotten. But it was not to be as Hamzat Kafayat had blowed the whole situation out of proportion by calling for help and her followers, "Whistle Movement" had greatly increased each passing day.
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JUST IN:Hamzat Kafayat found Dead at office few hours after meeting FBI agent and few minutes after 'Anonymous' tweets about it

_this is no longer funny, is anonymous some kind of God? -@wahalaboy
_anonymous is more reliable than our security forces put together🙆-@seyilawal
_they have killed our hamzat😪@mj
_not hamzat too- @gboy
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  Nojat Kafayat sped recklessly down the express as she drove to her moms office, on one hand she held her phone as she kept dialing hoping for an answer,she held the steering wheel with the other as she struggled to get a good grip of it. She almost hits a petrol tanker but had just swerved the car towards the left to avert further danger to herself.
She takes a right turn and could see her mother's office up ahead as her heart nearly stops at the sight of a dozen police cars and an ambulance already wailing. she parks the car, gets down,running towards the officers screaming "Mommy" , "mommy"..
"take it easy young woman" one of the police officers advised.
"Where's my mum?" Nojat asked. already losing her mind. she grabs the officer by his neck as he struggles to wiggle free until his colleagues gave a helping hand.
The back door of the ambulance opens as a stretcher is seen being taken into her moms office. Nojat manages to free herself from the police officers rounding her up as she trails the nurses carrying the stretcher up the stairs. Almost getting to her moms office, she overtakes the nurses and barges in to  be welcomed by the sight of over 10 officers, they all stare at her in shock.
"i thought i told Ade not to allow anyone in here" one officer said frowning.
"how's my mother?, pls how's she" Nojat pleaded. she watched the officers exchange puzzled look and then return their gaze at her.
One of the officers motions his hands to the restroom, as nojat slowly made her way there and found the door ajar.
She slowly opens it and her heart skips beats as she peeps into see what used to be her mothers face highly disfigured by bouts of blood and several cuts of glass,most of which were still attached to her face.
Nojat makes a tiny yelp as she crashed to the ground, she felt herself being lifted by the police officers
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Nojat wakes up to find herself outside her mother's office flanked by two female officers. she had passed out on seeing the horrendous way her mother was murdered. who would have done such a thing to her?, and why?.
"you're up?" one of the female officers said.All nojat could do was nod.
the officer crouched down beside her and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"I'm really sorry for your loss" she continued. "but we need you to be strong so whoever did this is brought to book okay. we will need to question you as time progresses".
Nojat didn't seem to care anymore, no manner of investigations would bring her mother back to her.
" Take this,the inspector felt you had this" the officer brought out a transparent nylon.
Nojat observed it and recognized her mothers phone it. The officers left her alone as she gingerly ran her fingers across her moms picture on the screensaver. She tapped the screen and it demand a password, she knew her moms password. inserting it, the phone flickered open and she saw what shocked her.
Missed Calls: 85
SMS:65
Twitter:205
WhatsApp: 207
A lot of people had called to warn her of the imminent danger. where was she when her phone rang?, when the messages kept pouring in?.
Opening her moms Twitter account she scrolled down the chats to see a lot of concerned followers sending messages, in fact the phone still beeped of notifications, she kept scrolling down only to stop abruptly. did she see correctly?. No it can't be. impossible.
she scrolled slightly upwards to see a barrage of messages her mom had sent to him and an unread Message from anonymous.

    [Anonymous]: Run they're coming for you NOW.    
                                                   ~  9:40PM

Nojat felt her hands shake as she became sweaty, her brain trying to decipher what she had just seen.
  Anonymous Replied her mom, and What's more, He Warned Her.