SEASON 3!!!

The Chronicles of Koffie Black

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(This is a very interesting thriller that depicts the travails and adventures of an ambitious young Ghanaian turned Forex Trader)

Abdul sustained injuries and his jaw ached badly. But then he seethed with rage feeling disgraced as he rolled over and scrambled to his unsteady feet rather too quickly, causing him to lose balance. He tried to break his fall causing him to into the table, bringing down a computer monitor, keyboard and PC speakers in the process. Koffie satisfied with the development but hoping to save his computer hard ware, quickly rushed forward to retrieve them, completely forgetting for the moment Abdul's prone figure.  Abdul turned his head in time to see Koffie's back turned to him. By this time, concerned neighbors were already trickling in to see what the noise was about and possibly to separate the fighting men. As Koffie transferred the damaged monitor back to its place, Abdul struck before the nearest neighbor could stop him. He hit Koffie hard in the balls with his right foot. 

Koffie screamed at the top of his lungs as white hot pain flashed through his Koffie's brain. He rolled on the floor howling in pain. Meanwhile, Abdul was already on his feet and on his way out. The small crowd at the entrance only conversed in low tones. They knew Abdul quite well. At least well enough not to want his trouble. 
"Next time you want to pick a fight, look for your size. When I come around again and my money is not ready, you'll be dead meat!" He spat, kicking Koffie's still writhing form on the floor. He then departed, shoving a couple of young men out of his way, who were equally eager to leave his path.

But life had not always been like this for Koffie Black, who had tasted the good side of things. He grunted as he reminisced, going down memory lane seemingly oblivious of his departing neighbors who came feigning sympathy; the last of whom was just about stepping out the door.

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He remembered that day two years ago, sometime in September when he had received a phone call that had changed his life. He had been so shocked and excited when the voice at the other end of the line stated with conviction that his life was about to be turned around. That he had been trying to reach him for a long time and he, Koffie, was to come immediately to Federal Palace hotel for a meeting. There was this very wealthy black American investor, who is a friend of his maternal uncle, also in the States and after about 4 months of preaching to him about the benefits of investing in Forex trading, he had been able to convince him especially after he saw his account that was traded by Koffie upon his visit to the Lagos for a meeting with the Lagos state governor. 

He had excitedly called out to Cudjoe, his friend and host currently in the washroom. "Hey, charley! I just received a call from Kingsley. I am going to Federal Palace hotel!""Federal Palace hotel, who is Kingsley?" asked a confused Cudjoe. "You don't know Kingsley, the guy that I told you gave me a US$1000 Forex account that I grew to over US$2,200 in three months last year?" He had queried, getting up from his bed and jumping into his blue denims and a white shirt. "Oh! That guy? I remember him now. So, he has something big for you then?" "Yeah! sure man, need to be on my way now!" 

Lagos traffic was unusually light going to Victoria Island at about 4:00pm on that fateful Friday. He decided to take a taxi cab, something he hardly ever did simply because he couldn't afford them. But this was different, Kingsley had something big up his sleeves. He couldn't afford to ruin that to save a few hundred naira. "Federal Palace hotel" He shouted as he waved down a taxi cab. "One thousand, five hundred" replied the dark heavyset man behind the wheel of the small Nissan Micra, slowing down. He had flagged this small taxi hoping for a better bargain because he had expected that smaller taxis would charge less after all they used less fuel per kilometer. "five hundred!" He responded to the retreating back of the taxi, which had begun accelerating away. Obviously, Lagos was full of people who could part with the cash. After a while, He finally got a taxi that agreed to a seven hundred naira charge. He hopped in and was soon on the way to Federal Palace hotel.

Meanwhile, Kingsley had pestered him with calls, requiring his whereabouts almost per minute, to the point he was quite irritated and feeling harassed. Upon his arrival at Federal Palace hotel, he was met by Kingsley at the lobby who quickly piloted him into the lift and punched "4th Floor" after hugging him and shaking his hands excitedly. The big American didn't like to be kept waiting. And soon enough, they both arrived at his suite. A sweet-looking fair skinned lady in a skimpy, figure-hugging light green dress ushered them through the nicely scented and well air-conditioned cream colored suite arrayed with expensive drapes, paintings, Persian rugs and overstuffed light brown leather sofas; to a very beautiful big white Ottoman at the far left end. On this sat Rod Bannister, the man Koffie had come to see. He was huge and dark with nicely cut white beard and a shiny hairless head. He was attired only in a white singlet and dark blue track pants. There were three business-looking white men in smart suits seated around a brown mahogany table sipping coffee, to his right, at the other end, a couple of young cute petites had fun on a huge bed watching satellite television and playing video games.

"You're late, sonny." Everyone fell silent as Rod's deep baritone voice rolled across the room.

...to be continued