CHAPTER 7, PART 5: TARASHA

**8.12.2030** - 8am- Cole quietly compiled and arranged his tools and devices into the small bag. He looked around the floor to check if there was anything left, there was a microphone with the desert reporters’ badge on it. He picked it up, standing from his squatting position; he dropped it carefully into the opened bag. Tarasha walked briskly into the room in...

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CHAPTER 7, PART 3: TARASHA

**4pm** ‘Gloria’ someone called, trying to catch up with her as she was about to enter the Year 1 lecture room. She turned back to find the same guy she met that morning during the morning exercise. He had spotted her walking towards the lecture room as he came out of his, with his friends. ‘Hi’ she greeted as she turned back. ‘Hi Gloria, I see you’re a year one...

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CHAPTER 7, PART 2: TARASHA

**11.11.2030** John Obiano sat alone, busy with his Ipad as he waited for the Desert Reporters’ journalist. The cafeteria where he sat was the biggest one in school; it was mostly patronized by the rich students and sometimes patronized by the not-too-rich after saving money to spend on a special day. His yellow designers shirt drew so much attention to him,...

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CHAPTER 7, PART 1: TARASHA

Cole quivered as he got up from the bed, blood pumped in his heart abnormal at a speed faster than that of Usain Bolt. The first time he ever had a nightmare was in his University days, when a dreaded cult group was after his life because of a girl that was in love with him. This time around, he dreamt that he was being given a hot chase by the Rivers State...

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CHAPTER 6, PART 4: TARASHA

**05.12.2030** ‘I don’t remember her name’ Dr. Hammed stated for the umpteenth time He was sweating in the air conditioned room though he was putting on very light clothes, the endless sessions of interrogation which started on Saturday had begun to wear him out. At first, it was the EFCC who started questioning him on Saturday, their lists of questions never seemed...

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