“I have patience waiting,” Grandma shouted behind her. “Your patients are chickens, Oluchi. They can wait.”
Oluchi paused and turned back. “With all due respect, Grandma, chickens also deserve healthcare.”
Then she left dramatically.
Meanwhile, a different world.
Far away in Lagos City, a world of glass buildings, silent air conditioners, and people who paid for bottled confidence, Kenneth Chik stood in his penthouse bedroom.
The room was modern luxury. White marble floors, gold edges, black glass walls reflecting wealth like a mirror that understood money.
He adjusted his cufflinks.
Thirty years old. Powerful. Dangerous. Silent. A billionaire whose name moved markets.
His assistant, Ada, stood behind him holding a tablet.
“Sir, the land acquisition in Umuaka village is ready. The chief has agreed.”
Kenneth nodded. “Good.”
Ada hesitated. “It’s a remote area.”
Kenneth smirked slightly. “Remote means opportunity.”
Ada watched him carefully. There was admiration in her eyes, and something deeper she refused to name.
“Sir,” she said softly, “you don’t usually travel personally.”
He looked at her. “Then I should start.”
That was it. Decision made.
The journey begins.
A convoy of black SUVs moved through Lagos like a silent storm. Bodyguards, driver, assistant, and Kenneth at the center of it all, calm as if he owned the road itself.
Ada sat in the front seat, glancing at him through the mirror.
“Sir, villagers might not be used to your presence.”
Kenneth replied calmly, “Then they will learn.”
Ada smiled faintly. “Or they will faint.”
One of the bodyguards chuckled. Kenneth didn’t. But his eyes carried amusement.
Arrival in Umuaka.
The village reacted like the world had ended politely.
Children ran. Women paused mid-task. Men stopped talking. Someone dropped a calabash.
“Who is that?” a voice shouted.
Another replied, “It looks like money has entered human form.”
The SUV stopped near the village square. Dust rose like a dramatic entrance. Kenneth stepped out, and the silence deepened.
Even the birds seemed to lower their volume.
The village chief greeted him nervously. “Welcome, sir. Very important, sir.”
Kenneth nodded politely. “I’m here for the land.”
Simple. Calm. Final.
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