  "Alaye, waka straight," the erstwhile conductor hissed, kicking the staggering Timmy on the shin. He and his confederates were leading their now blindfolded and gagged victim away from the bus.
      Timmy had no idea where they were, the blindfold was used halfway through the journey and the only exposed part of his head was his nose. The gag was hurting his mouth and face, but there was no means of complaining even if he dared to.
      Stumbling and jumbling between two of his captors, he was taken on a short journey before they entered what seemed like a house. They asked to see 'Oga' and they were soon ushered into a room with rug-covered floor.
      Timmy was made to sit on the ground and he tried to imagine what was going on around him. Were they going to kill him? What had he done to deserve such fate? If they didn't want to kill him, what on earth did an Oga want with him? Th

  "Are you done?", Caro asked, looking at his notebook.
      "Almost," the boy replied, scribbling furiously.
      "What about you?", she asked, turning to his brother. "Are you done, I... you're Ian, right?"
      "No. Moses."
      "Okay. Ian, Moses... Ian, Moses... Ian, Moses," she recited in a bid to remember who was on her left and who was on her right. "So how can I tell who's who after you both leave here?"
      "He's the stupid one," Moses said, pointing at his twin.
      "He's the crazy one," Ian shot back.
      "Okay, okay! It's okay. Just go back to your works."
      "I'm done," Moses announced, triumphantly slamming his pen down on his book.
      "I finished first!", Ian countered.
      "That's a lie! I finished first!"
      "You finished second!"
      "That was you, liar!"
      As they quarreled and called each other names, Caro sighed and shook her head in frustr

  Caro and her chubby potential benefactor arrived at their final destination at dusk. It was a gigantic compound in a quiet and ultra-modern environment. When they stepped past the gate, Caro was awed by what she saw. A modern three-story mansion, several expensive-looking cars, a fountain, a little garden and a swimming pool were among some of the things her eyes first caught on and she couldn't help but stare at them open-mouthed. The woman laughed and patted her on the back.
      "Surprised, eh? I told you I wasn't used to those miserable means of travelling, but a friend of mine took me to go see another friend and one thing led to another. The end result was that I had to make my way back home without a car. At first, I thought I would manage just fine, but... you know how that turned out. Come on, let's go in," she said, pulling the still awed and dumbstruck Caro by the hand.
   

"Alaye, waka straight," the erstwhile conductor hissed, kicking the staggering Timmy on the shin. He and his confederates were leading their now blindfolded and gagged victim away from the bus.
      Timmy had no idea where they were, the blindfold was used halfway through the journey and the only exposed part of his head was his nose. The gag was hurting his mouth and face, but there was no means of complaining even if he dared to.
      Stumbling and jumbling between two of his captors, he was taken on a short journey before they entered what seemed like a house. They asked to see 'Oga' and they were soon ushered into a room with rug-covered floor.
      Timmy was made to sit on the ground and he tried to imagine what was going on around him. Were they going to kill him? What had he done to deserve such fate? If they didn't want to kill him, what on earth did an Oga want with him? The only Oga he knew was Oga Donatus. It most likely was not that Oga, but what if it was? What if Do

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