Short Story Galore serialization 4


THE AMATEURS

The car, a Skoda Octavia, was hers, and she was being driven to school in it by her chauffeur whose name was Akin.

(Her method of addressing him was Mr Akin.)

She was seventeen years old and in her senior high school final year and her name was Funmi. She was almost five feet seven inches in height and though she wasn’t all that beautiful, she was attractive and carried herself with class. This was imperative as she was the daughter and only child of the power couple, Femi and Francesca Bamidele-Thorpe.

Bamidele-Thorpe was a multimillionaire business tycoon. The transport business started him on his way to riches. In the recent Who’s Who In Nigeria, he had been estimated as worth four hundred and ninety million naira, disregarding his properties.

Seated in the owner’s car, Funmi was looking out through the window. She knew all the buildings and landmarks that lined the route from her home to her school by heart. She could see a right turn Akin always took coming up. She knew that after the right, he would take a left, then another left at a roundabout, then straight ahead, then the sixth right turn on the straight stretch and they would be at her college.

Akin swung the Octavia into the right turn and they soon passed the Blood Entertainment Tower. It was a glass structure and Funmi was always fascinated by it whenever she saw it though she saw it a lot as she was always on the lookout for it.

Then they were into the left turn but before they got to the roundabout, Akin wheeled the car into a right turn.

Astounded, Funmi sat up. This wasn’t the way and she spoke up. “Mr Akin, where’re we going? You’ve made a mistake.”

He stared at her via the roof mirror. “This is another way. Don’t be a pest.” His tone was mocking.

Without a choice, Funmi relaxed back. She didn’t like his tone but she felt there was nothing to worry about. Only another route to discover. There was something to worry about however because the route they were on seemed to lead out of town as, after some time, they connected a road that had huge trees and vegetation on either side.

Alarmed, she said, “Mr Akin, what’s this? What’s going on? I’ll be late.”

Ignoring her queries, Akin drove into a road that led into the forest and parked. He turned to face her. His right hand shot out and covered her nose and mouth with a chloroform-dosed handkerchief.
A moment later, she lost consciousness.

Note: This is the first page of The Amateurs, the fourth of the short stories in the Oseyiza Oogbodo book, Short Story Galore which’s serialization began some weeks ago but had to begin again due to some unforeseen hitches. More excerpts to follow on this blog. It is available on Amazon and many other stores through the links below. Other available Oogbodo books are The Good Life, and The Newell Murder with Dedication To The Ugly coming soon.


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