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Ken was smiling, about to step into the house to calculate how much he had made that evening when he heard someone call out to him. He turned around and sighed. It was Mr Kosoko’s loafer son.

Ken was sweating profusely. A motorcycle had just slammed into the side of his car and broken his side mirror. The bike rider was on his belly, begging him with his hands clenched.

Babatunde could not deny his father’s disappointment in him. Year after year, a large wall of distrust grew higher between them, and it started on the day he went into his father’s office and told him he was quitting university. He often wondered if Bolu would have been compelled to finish school if he had

A conversation sparks between Babatunde and Saheedat after he is drawn to her aura and mindset.

Although he cannot get a full grasp of all she entails, he cant help but want to be like her

Layo tries all within her power to convince Saheedat to buy the land she wants to sell just so she can raise money for her children’s school fees.

After a lot of pestering, Saheedat could tell that there is more to Layo’s marketing, she probes further.

Saheedat blinked at the account balance on her screen. It should be ₦2.1 million here, she thought. She did the math again but arrived at the same conclusion. There was no way they were ₦300,000 short unless someone had taken it. She started to ponder on her recent expenses and then realised who must have taken it.

Saheedat fell into his arms. “I need something to take my mind off this matter. I can’t take it anymore.” “I have the solution.” “What is it?” “Mr Ken’s wife came to me with a great idea.”

His father would likely deteriorate if he didn’t take her money. He drove out of Mrs Coker’s compound, feeling as if he was being watched

Bolu lay on the couch in his father’s sitting room, a wisp of smoke curling upward from the cigarette in his hand. He had somehow unlocked his father’s phone and now understood what had been distressing the man for a while. His father was in huge debt, and an email from the bank had threatened

The new rent was ₦1.5 million for the flats and ₦650,000 for the boys’ quarters; it was previously ₦1.2 million and ₦500,000. When Layo read the letter, she sat down and did a web search for houses in Ketu. Mrs Durodola had still not paid her dues, and from the look of things, Layo would