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..quietly. Daddy Imran was also staring at Uncle Tasi'u, completely frozen in utter disbelief, as everything Mammah had just revealed played out right before their ears. It wasn't long after that Nimrah and the others made their entrance. This happened because those at the front had come through the main entrance, whereas Nimrah and her group had used the back door through Ma'aruff’s wing. Because of this, they were entirely unaware of the others' arrival at the house.
His eyes, which had also turned completely bloodshot, snapped away from Uncle Tasi'u and landed squarely on Dada. Knowing exactly what kind of person his "Lion" was, Daddy Imran let out a soft sigh, reaching out to gently pat Dada's shoulder in a soothing, comforting gesture. Slowly, Dada turned his gaze toward him, holding his eyes for a long moment before closing and reopening them. Without uttering a single word to anyone—even as Uncle Tasi'u trembled all over, springing forward with his lips trembling as if desperately trying to speak to him—Dada simply scooped the unconscious Nimrah up into his arms and walked away.
It wasn't just Mammah, who already knew the temperament of her family, but even Gwaggo Khadijah and the others widened their eyes in absolute shock. Dada had just served Uncle Tasi'u a lethal, unadulterated dose of pure, uncut arrogance. Imran lowered his head, trying with everything in him to suppress a rogue smile that threatened to escape. He then looked back up, watching Dada ascend the staircase with the effortless, commanding aura of a true hero. You could swear he wasn't carrying a human being at all; he showed absolutely no sign of straining under her weight, despite her being completely deadweight in her fainting spell…
With sudden urgency, Nabeeha clutched her throbbing head, trying desperately to steady herself by grabbing onto Ruky, who was standing close by. Ruqayyah spun around instantly, and the rest of the living room finally noticed her state. As it turned out, everything that had been said had also reached her ears. When Dada's car had initially driven into the compound, Amima and the others were out on her wing’s balcony, and Rayhana had immediately called Nabeeha on the phone to alert her. Consequently, she had hurried out, and by the time she made it downstairs, they were already approaching Mammah's wing. She had stepped inside just as the confrontation was escalating, but she froze in her tracks upon realizing something was terribly wrong, especially seeing Mammah in tears.
Then, the heavy revelations unfolded for her just as they had for everyone else. Her heart felt as though it were about to shatter. Even though she was already aware of parts of this reality, hearing Mammah recount the history felt like a painful refresher—reminding her that Haysam was actually Nimrah's rightful husband, her very own biological daughter who, had she conceived during her visits to the house, would have given birth to a child just like Mu'azz. Just as Nabeeha looked up to face Dada, who was only a short distance ahead of her, she saw him move with sudden, lightning-fast reflexes to catch the fainting girl right in front of him. It was only after Nimrah collapsed against his chest that Nabeeha caught a glimpse of her face. In that exact moment, Nabeeha felt the air leave her lungs as her entire world ground to a halt. She hadn't fully regained her senses until this very second—and even now, she was in a state of utter shock from witnessing Dada's unbothered reaction as he carried the young girl in his arms in front of everyone, heading upstairs to the one place everyone knew he was taking her: his bedroom…
Right at that very moment, through divine orchestration, an event that would shake the entire nation, its populace, and shatter the shadows of hidden hypocrites echoed across the country. A monumental, severe, and utterly astonishing official announcement was released from the State House by the President, unveiling the names of those appointed to highly prestigious and esteemed positions within his new administration.
The announcement began by rolling out the names of eight senior ministers, followed by the Federal Permanent Secretary. Then came the positions of National Security Advisor (NSA) and Chief of Staff. It wasn't just the titles themselves that sent shockwaves through the country, but rather the names of the individuals selected for those final two critical roles:
> *Mr. Haysam Abdul-rasheed Shehu Kobi is appointed as the Chief of Staff to the President, and Mr. Imran Abbas is appointed as the National Security Advisor (NSA).*
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Boom! This was the ultimate political bombshell—a direct hit. The President had finalized and signed off on the directive at his private residence the previous night, officially launching it today at exactly 4:00 PM. Immediately after issuing the executive order, he retired to his residence. Because it was a Friday, the country was just heading into the weekend.
This was a textbook political clean sweep! The heavyweights had officially taken charge, leaving the political landscape completely stunned. The bold moves perfectly mirrored the strategic prowess of a calculated general, sending their rivals scrambling into full-blown panic.
Indeed, the General's calculated moves were bound to deeply unsettle the old political guard.
Dear readers, the game has officially changed! Things have gotten incredibly intense, and you'll just have to bear with the unfolding drama as reality sets in. This entire scenario plays out with the heavy, unyielding gravity of a military operation.
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“But you are a complete idiot, Mole! A total donkey! And you're only just telling me this now?!”
Malam Buba's heart hammered violently against his ribs in sheer panic. He stared at Dagger with eyes that had turned bloodshot from the stinging intensity of his words. Forcing his anger down, he managed to stammer out:
“Oga, what else did you expect me to do?! The moment Uwa told me about it yesterday, I fled the house immediately and have been searching for you ever since. Look at my bag right here—I was fully prepared to abandon everything and follow you to the camp if I couldn't find you here. Luckily, you saw my message and came.”
Dagger felt as though his head were about to explode from pure terror. Clenching his fist with immense force, he smashed it against Malam Buba's room wall, letting out a guttural roar that made Malam Buba eye the door nervously. Even though he had securely locked the windows and the door the moment Dagger walked in, he was still terrified someone in the house might hear his outbursts…
“Oga, please take it easy before someone hears us. In my opinion, losing your head isn't the solution. We need to think logically about our next move. You know that since Uwa confirmed she saw that photograph, that man will never let us slide. He is bound to launch a full-scale investigation into us...”
“That is exactly why I called you an idiot, Mole! If you're a mindless donkey, he certainly isn't. Do you honestly think he would just forget my face and waste time launching a passive investigation against me? If it weren't for that fake beard and mustache disguise you put on, along with that hair dye you use on yourself, do you really think he wouldn't have recognized you from day one? Frankly, at this point, I highly doubt that guy hasn't already figured you out—he's probably just playing along, keeping you right where he wants you within his operational radar.”
A cold sweat of absolute terror washed over Mole. Trembling uncontrollably, he whimpered, “But Oga... why on earth did you never mention this to me before?”
Dagger merely slapped him with a venomous glare. Without saying another word, he shoved him aside, threw the bedroom door open, and stormed out. A wave of intense panic hit Mole so hard his stomach violently churned. He lunged forward, grabbed his packed bag where he had already scrambled all his belongings, and bolted out right after Dagger. By the time he made it outside, Dagger was already inside the vehicle. Mole yanked the door open and dove into the passenger seat next to him. Without so much as a glance in his direction, Dagger fired up the engine and tore away from the front of the house at breakneck speed…
“Yes, Oga, the news is officially confirmed. Nimrah is his wife. Mammah just openly stated it right in front of us. This whole mess started because those wretched children recorded a video and sent it to their father, claiming that Dada was making moves on Nimrah. That's why he dropped everything and rushed down here. As we speak, he has carried her off straight to his private quarters. Meanwhile, the living room is in absolute chaos; his senior wife fainted on the spot and is currently fitting like an epileptic patient. Her younger siblings have carried her off to her own wing.”
“Hmm... so you're telling me things have played out exactly into my hands?”
“Most definitely, Sir! Everything is going perfectly according to plan.”
“God bless you. Make sure you stay completely on standby because our mission is on the verge of completion. The time for my grand reveal has finally come.”
“By God's grace, Sir!” she replied, snapping into a strict military salute as though he were standing right in front of her.
From the other end of the line, he let out a soft chuckle and nodded to himself, responding as if he were right there with her, “Proud of you, dear.”
“Thank you, Sir! Proud of you too.”
He gave a soft smile that she could hear clearly through the receiver, and with that, he terminated the call. She set her phone down, letting out a heavy sigh of relief. However, her breath caught sharply in her throat when her sister suddenly stepped out of the bathroom—completely catching her off guard. The piercing look in her sister's eyes made it glaringly obvious that she had overheard every single word of the conversation. Terrified, she made a sudden move toward her, but her sister instantly flashed a hand up, signaling her to freeze right where she was. They stood completely locked in place, staring each other down like a pair of aggressive roosters confronting one another…
Well, well! A very eventful Friday indeed. Dada has officially retreated into his private room with the poor, helpless orphan girl.
Meanwhile, the President has dropped a massive bomb right in the hearts of all the hypocrites.
Dagger and Mole find themselves stuck in the exact same sinking boat.
Nabeeha, the senior wife, is battling a severe stress-induced medical episode.
Uncle Tasi'u and his children have thrown themselves headfirst into a storm of absolute calamity.
And the undercover mole has just been caught red-handed in her tracks.
My goodness, this week has certainly ushered in a wild wave of dramatic shifts!
Hardly ten minutes had passed since the release of the presidential announcement before the entire nation erupted into absolute chaos. The news spread like wildfire across a dry forest. Phones began ringing off the hook across the country, particularly among the elite decision-makers and high-profile politicians. Screenshots of the official document flooded every social media platform among the masses. Trending hashtags immediately began dominating the internet, accompanied by the photographs of the two men whose strategic appointments had captured everyone's undivided attention. The digital space was inundated with chaotic reactions:
> *“Chief of Staff? Zak-Shadow???”*
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> *“Wait, isn't this the exact same man who was released from prison a while ago, and wasn't it officially confirmed that he retired from the military due to failing health?”*
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> *“Imran Abbas as the NSA? He's a hardcore military officer, not a politician!”*
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Over on Twitter (now X), the political heavyweights launched their own bitter assessments:
> *“General Tafida has shown absolute disdain for the party structure.”*
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> *“This specific appointment poses a direct threat to our democratic system.”*
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> *“Has he forgotten that this government doesn't belong exclusively to him and his military cronies? He was handed this platform as a political favor!”*
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> *“God help us. We were denied the position, only for it to be handed to him on a silver platter—simply because his capacity for hypocrisy far outmatches ours.”*
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> *“This is just a small taste of what an old military general is capable of; one of these days, he'll purge all the party loyalists and replace them entirely with soldiers.”*
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> *“Honestly, that man is a master manipulator.”*
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> *“A master manipulator or just a seasoned street player?”*
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> *“What on earth is manipulative about this? He simply did exactly what needed to be done. Frankly, I am fully aligned with his choice. This is precisely the kind of decisive leadership we've been begging for.”*
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> *“Hmm, well, you people were the ones who put him in power in the first place.”*
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In various Facebook groups, the ordinary citizens voiced their opinions, regardless of whether their voices would reach the corridors of power:
> *“This officially marks the death of old-school politics.”*
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> *“They have successfully injected military hardliners straight into the civilian administration.”*
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> *“I can clearly see a deeper hidden agenda unfolding beneath the surface.”*
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> *“You don't need a fortune teller to know that a massive shift is underway now that this man has fully consolidated his power. Just look at how he has completely unhinged all those two-faced hypocrites. Go over to X and see how the country's elite are losing their minds—their chests are practically burning with rage.”*
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> *“Honestly, I've been on there laughing hysterically for hours. Did you see what that arrogant politician who walks like he's about to soil himself said? Fortunately, our pride and joy, the Governor, gave him the exact reality check he deserved without missing a beat.”*
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> *“Haha! We are absolutely loving the drama.”*
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> *“Indeed, the General is turning up the heat on them.”*
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> *“The man is a political kamikaze; he's executing a scorched-earth policy that spares absolutely no one. Now that the LION has officially entered the arena, everyone is going to face the music. All those greenhorns who don't know the legendary operational history of ZAK-SHADOW are about to get a brutal education real quick.”*
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> *“Long live the General!”*
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> *“Finally, we have a leader with the backbone to protect the interests of the masses and the upcoming generation.”*
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> *“If this man cannot fix the deep-seated issues plaguing this country, then absolutely no one can.”*
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> *“We should place our ultimate faith in God to fix this nation, not in mere mortal men.”*
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> *“Oh, please, shut up and mind your business, you party pooper.”*
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> *“I am simply speaking the plain truth. You people really need to watch what you post on social media.”*
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> *“We refuse to watch anything! I swear, if you keep this up, I'll have your identity tracked down and deal with you severely.”*
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> *“Try it and see if I care!”*
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The digital sphere remained deeply fractured and chaotic. The masses were split right down the middle, the wealthy elite were gripped by intense skepticism, and the political elite were paralyzed by sheer panic. However, the ruling party didn't engage in public screaming matches. On the surface, they maintained an eerie, calculated silence—the kind of ominous quiet that precedes a desperate, last-minute emergency coalition meeting behind closed doors…
The dust had kicked up across the country on a scale far greater than the General had initially anticipated. These strategic appointments had brightly illuminated the unbreakable, deep-rooted alliance binding him, Imran, and Zak-Shadow together. Within less than thirty minutes, the official press release had gone completely viral at an astonishing speed. While a faction of the masses celebrated, others were left in absolute bewilderment. The opposition parties launched a ferocious, coordinated political attack, far outmatching the chaotic online commentary mentioned earlier…
Publicly, the fierce back-and-forth from the opposition was completely normal; it was a standard political reaction that everyone expected in the country's democratic arena. The real crisis, however, was the massive, internal explosion rocking the ruling party itself. Within less than two hours, they had scrambled an emergency meeting—and before they could even take their seats, the President had already received full intelligence on it. The situation brought a massive smile to his face; he wasn't bothered in the slightest. He had fully executed his play, leaving them to deal with the fallout. He felt entirely at peace, turning off all his personal phones and relaxing alongside his children with a deep sense of satisfaction that utterly bewildered the First Lady, Hajiya Zainab Tafida. Her husband had just ignited a massive political firestorm and an all-out war of words, yet here he was, completely unwinding in pure bliss. The chaotic fallout surrounding her husband was deeply unsettling to her; her only prayer was for this administration to conclude in absolute peace.
“This is completely unacceptable! This man has treated us like absolute fools in the eyes of the public.”
“We are far worse than fools to him, Honorable. We are completely disposable. How on earth can we push a vehicle to start, only for it to backfire and choke us with its toxic exhaust? Are we saying the military is covertly taking over the administration without our knowledge?”
“The writing is clearly on the wall, Professor. Look at the facts: the President is an ex-general, the Chief of Staff is a military man, the National Security Advisor is a military man... we might as well brace ourselves for more soldiers to take over the remaining ministerial portfolios.”
Their chaotic, overlapping arguments, where no one paused to listen to the other, further enraged the senior executive members of the party. Furious, the Party Chairman barked, “Are we here to listen to your endless bickering, or are we going to focus on the critical matter that brought us here?!!”
An abrupt silence enveloped the meeting room for the very first time, though every single face remained visibly swollen with intense anger. They felt that if they possessed the immediate executive power, they would draft an impeachment notice to strip the President of his seat right then and there. The Party Chairman waited for the tension to cool down slightly before he continued speaking:
“We undeniably made a catastrophic error by backing this man above everyone else. Furthermore, we blundered by trusting him implicitly without conducting a deep, thorough investigation into his true underlying motives. Our final, fatal mistake was made just yesterday; before we completely surrendered our leverage to him, we should have demanded to know exactly who he intended to appoint to these critical positions, shouldn't we, Barrister?”
He directed his final question toward an impeccably composed gentleman seated beside him. Throughout the entire chaotic back-and-forth, this man hadn't let out so much as a cough. He wasn't alone; there were several others in the room who remained completely silent, simply because they saw absolutely no reason to overreact. This was because their own motivations within the political landscape had always been clean and principled from the very beginning.
The Barrister took a deep, measured breath, let out a slow sigh, and adjusted his posture deliberately. His eyes scanned every face in the room before he calmly spoke:
“Chairman, my perspective may not necessarily align with the consensus here, but in my professional view, I see absolutely nothing wrong with these appointments. First of all, we were the ones who esta
