Her Christmas desire - Season 1 - Episode 5

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Her Christmas desire - Season 1 - Episode 5

Sam sighed. All his life he had been fighting with the Nigerian Government for the rights of the downtrodden, even though the means which he achieved his goals were crude at times.

He was an outlaw. He was the sole head of a group of young men whose purpose was to avenge the greedy Political elites in the country and he wasn’t going to stop till he stripped them off the stolen gold they adorned their fattened necks with
‘I have seen one of the company’s trucks around the community a few times, but I never thought of anything serious. I hear the company is owned by Yemi Lasisi, the soon to be King of Lagos.’ Elvis replied.

Sam nodded vehemently, ‘You are right. I did my homework and the company is owned by Yemi. He is just like his father, who bought a lot of oil wells in Delta and has refused to do anything for the indigenes. I will not let them steal one grain of sand from my land. I am ready to fight to the death.’ He pulled in a sharp breath as he remembered the secret he had stumbled upon.

‘We don’t have oil Sam, Lokoja is more of rocks, what do you think they found? Surely, limestone isn’t as valuable as Crude oil to our politicians.’ Elvis wondered.

Sam was torn between ignoring his friend, and telling him the truth.

‘Vermillion,’ he murmured.
‘What?’ Elvis asked.
‘Vermillion is found in rocks. It is a form of mercury and it is very expensive. If mined successfully, billions of dollars could be gotten from the sales of the processed form alone. The raw form is more expensive, and dangerous.’ Sam explained.

‘Vermillion? F--k! We need to stop them from mining before it is too late.’ Elvis now understood why Sam had to come back to Nigeria urgently.

They had been friends for a very long time, and Sam had been the one that had rescued him when he had been impounded for drug trafficking ten years ago. Sam’s father had been a man of high standing in the society, but he had been murdered by some Politicians.

It was the death of his father, that pushed Sam to revolt against the Government, especially their heartless practices in the Niger Delta.

‘That’s why I’m coming home, get the boys ready and move camp to Badagry. We’ll fight the King and his family from there if they refuse to step back from Lokoja.’

‘Aye, captain,’ Elvis broke the call and got to work immediately.

Sam felt relieved after sharing his latest discovery with someone. He had been mad when he had come across that information about the discovery of Vermillion in the rocky City of Lokoja. He had made up his mind to chase the vultures away before it was too late.
He turned off his phone and advanced towards the waiting room where he had left the striking lady who’d been smoking without a care in the world.

Apart from the fact that she looked familiar, he found her very attractive. She had striking and delectable facial features; a good height for a lady and a very milky shade of fair.

He loved her pinkish lips and her wide eyeballs which seemed to stretch when she was upset. She had beautiful natural hair, and nothing won him over like a lady who was comfortable in the way she was created.

Sam smiled as he stepped into the waiting room; he couldn’t remember the last time he was attracted to a woman after the death of his girlfriend. Edna had died in an auto crash, just about the same time his father had been assassinated.

Those two life events triggered a darker side in him, which threatened to swallow the little piece of humanity left.

The smile faded from his face when he noticed she was no longer there. Her seat was empty and her box was nowhere to be found.

‘S--t,’ he rustled his hair and closed his eyes.

“We’re leaving in ten minutes for Lagos, Nigeria…”

Sam gritted his teeth as he realized he had almost missed his flight. But he was torn between finding the lady who made him feel something again, and leaving home for Nigeria to fight for his homeland.

‘I have to go,’ he shrugged and hurried out of the waiting area

The flight felt like forever, she couldn’t remember the last time she had stayed this long on an aircraft. Eno kept looking out the window, staring at the stars and the thick clouds, wondering when they would arrive home.

A mischievous smile danced on her lips as she briefly remembered the guy she had outsmarted at the airport. She was quite certain that the idiot would go back to the waiting area to look for her, but to his utter shock, she’d gone.

Tired of her stellar admiration, she pulled out her phone and decided to go surf the web for a little while, just before the landing.

She was about clicking on the “Guardian,” when the musky scent of a highly masculine perfume penetrated the air she breathed. There was everything familiar about this scent and it reminded her of Elvis, her brother who had been home away for many years.

He was a prodigal and had fled the house when he was just sixteen.

Immediately she dropped the phone on her laps and looked up. Her enthusiasm waned as she realized the man standing before her wasn’t her brother, but the guy she had avoided at the waiting area.

‘You!’ She rolled her eyes. Her heart skipped as she realized he was on the same plane as she was.

‘Are you stalking me?’ She waved a finger across his face.

Sam had a feeling the lady he had been looking for was on this plane and luckily one of the flight attendants which he had persuaded with a few notes had agreed to search for a woman with the description he had given.

‘Yes,’ Sam noticed she was sitting alone, so he quickly joined her.

Eno rolled her eyes, ‘What is wrong with you? Why are you sitting next to me?’ She couldn’t believe his guts. The guy was so arrogant and full of himself and that pissed her off greatly.

Sam ignored her rant and settled comfortably.
‘We’re landing in Lagos in the next twenty minutes.’ He grinned.

‘That’s not funny, can you leave?’ Eno felt choked with his presence.

Sam wasn’t the type of guy that she was easily drawn to. First, he wasn’t tall and neither were his facial features appealing, the scar on his forehead made him hideous.

‘Why are you so eager to get rid of me?’ Sam smiled; he could feel her eyes boring into the scar on his face. He knew he wasn’t an Idris Elba or cute faced guy like Chris Brown, but ladies loved him and he would find just what it was that would get Eno Benjamin on his list.

She scoffed, ‘Don’t flatter yourself, you’re not an interesting guy and you’re very unattractive. You have to believe that.’ She tongue lashed him, hoping that would hurt his feelings.

Sam wasn’t surprised that she had called him ugly, it only confirmed what he had been thinking. He knew exactly what game she was playing, but he wouldn’t let her win.