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SEASON 2!!

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 

 

“Profits?” Koffie asked stupidly, presently placing his feet on the floor. He had moved to Lagos, a crowded bustling city in southwestern Nigeria seven years ago upon the invitation of a friend, a fellow Ghanaian living in a single room in a seedy part of Ketu where he now resides after the former departed the shores of Nigeria for Germany after about a dozen failed attempts. He began struggling to make ends meet since he lost both parents to a ghastly motor accident around Kasoa, a suburb of Accra, in Ghana about thirteen years ago. He had had to struggle through senior high school and then Accra polytechnic selling everything from leather slippers he made himself to liquid soap for doing dishes after his uncle, whom he suspected of foul play, threw him out after falsely accusing him of stealing his money. 

“You are asking me?” asked Abdul incredulously, his irritation fast turning to anger. He stuck a dirty stubby finger in Koffie’s face bellowing, “I need my money right now or I’ll…”. “Or you’ll what?” interrupted Koffie angrily rising to his feet and assuming a defiant stance. “Did I not explain to you what happened?” “I told you that you should give me more time to recover your account…”  He was not afraid of Abdul and this was partly due to the fact that he was not conversant with his notorious antecedent. He had just wiped his accounts. This is Forex trader parlance for losing all the money in one’s Forex margin account and He was in no mood to engage in such conversation. “Recover my account?” Abdul interrupted heatedly, “does it mean that you lost my money?” He glared, his hands turning into fists and his small eyes narrowing into silts. One could almost literally see the lights flickering on and off in his big head as his cognitive mental gears meshed, apparently suffering delay in processing the implications of this new piece of information.   

 Abdul was a dark, fierce-looking broad shouldered, thick-set man in his mid-forties, he could not understand why he hadn’t become rich. In spite of all his frantic efforts to make money; dabbling into various criminal activities in the process. He wasn’t a brilliant man. In fact, he struggled to read and write before he left junior high school and veered into petty crime decades ago. Now, he was a notoriously violent ruffian and thug who had made it up the rugged ladder of the underworld by having his fair share of gun running, illicit drug trade and extortion, being his chiefest trade. He had been involved in at least seven kidnappings before, one of which had involved the 12 year old son of the stinking rich Lagos socialite Chief Adele Williams. He nearly lost his life in the ensuring shootout with members of the Rapid Response Squad, an elite police crime fighting unit stationed in Lagos who scuttled his plans to disappear with a carton filled with cash, killing three members of his gang in the process. Since, this episode five years ago, Abdul has decidedly stayed off ‘hardcore’ crime contenting himself with harassing and extorting money from commercial bus drivers who used the Ketu – Alapere route, his stronghold.

Finally, the import of Koffie’s words dawned on him – His money, his savings was gone! Abdul pushed Koffie roughly, who staggered backwards, taken by surprise. Swearing to kill him in his blind fury, he rushed forward starting a powerful roundhouse punch from his left aimed for his face. Koffie moved like a cat, quickly swerving to evade Abdul’s punch, his brief professional boxing stint rushing to his aid. Stepping in, he planted an upper cut which connected with Abdul’s lower jaw, the force jarring him to his heels. The effect on Abdul was impressive; he suddenly became airborne travelling backwards rapidly with arms flailing for a few seconds before he landed on his back with a resounding thud that threatened to bring down the building.

  

....to be continued