Chapter 15: Chapter 15

The beautifully radiating faces of Bimbo and Halima beamed with smiles and laughter. Merriment was certainly in the air and this was clear from the way Bimbo moved her body to the rythm of the hip-hop music that blared loudly from the speakers in her huge living room. Halima never ceased to yell out "Go baby!" continuously, as she blushed happily, celebrating victory with her friend.

"You, that's my girl. Twerk it twerk it baby. Wooo! This calls for celebration," she said, swerving her index finger up in the air in jubilation. She popped up a champagne with excitement all over. Bimbo continued dancing, showing her fabulous moves. After a while, being a little exhausted, she lowered the volume of the music.

"Like seriously, this calls for celebration. I dealt with that motherfucker. Amanda or whatever shit name she calls herself,"she said wiping off beads of sweat with a napkin, with a feeling of accomplishment.

"Look how ugly she looks. Her so called 'million dollar' face wouldn't even worth a kobo anymore," Halima laughed at her self-fabricated humour.

"Yes, my boys did a good job attacking her. I like the fact that the acid was spilled directly to her face. Heard she's been admitted in the hospital presently. Serves her right. Next time, she wouldn't try shit with me again," Bimbo said proudly as she hissed.

"Dear, no plastic surgery can fix up that face, was terribly ruined to the core. It was scary when I saw it. But how did you know she was gonna pass through that lonely path that night?"

"Trust your girl. My boys did the job. Those thugs are unbelievable. They do whatever job you assign to them so far you have the dough. Or you think the skunks and hard drugs they sleep and wake up to are for nothing? If I send them to go blow up the Aso Villa I'm sure they would. Well, that's an exaggeration," she laughed.

"That was well deserved," Halima added.

"Yeah, next time she wouldn't poke a nose into what isn't her business nor meddle with my affairs. Dear, you can't believe how downcasted I was. Like! I felt like a damned fool. I was played like cards. So if Solomon hadn't collected the stupid parcel from me, I would have been the one in jail by now. All thanks to my ancestors who never depart from me. Immediately I handed it over to him, I had a serious constipation. Can't remember what I ate that morning but I had a serious stomach trouble that led me to go use the toilet. Before I returned, I saw my guy being arrested, screaming on top of his voice that he was innocent or whatever. At that juncture, the only wise thing I could do was to slip out of sight."

The door bell rang and in the same moment, Bimbo got a text from her friend, ' I'M AT THE DOOR' "

"Oh, it's Baroque. Kindly let her in," she said. Halima sashayed towards the the security door, pressed the code and hugged her visitor in.

"What's up Baroque. My God. I didn't know we gonn be receiving an august visitor," Bimbo rose from the sofa, pulling up her bum shorts.

"And she came at a right time. A time we are celebrating," Halima added, smiling.

"What in Jupiter's name are you two celebrating when your friend is dead!?" Baroque bursted out in annoyance.

"Is it Amanda? So? And so what?" Bimbo replied with a smirk.

"No one is talking of Amanda and I'm not either. It's Folashade. Guys Folashade is dead!" Baroque dropped the bombshell.

It was quick how brightness faded from their faces. They casted a mystified gaze.

" Wait. Are you kidding or serious. Tell us you're joking, and if you are, it's expensive!" They stared at her in feigning shock and disbelief.

"Her corpse was found in an uncompleted building yesterday morning," Baroque burst into tears. The other two soon followed suit. Gloom filled their souls. Their loving friend was gone. Tears of sorrow filled the house.

"The sad thing is, it was a violent death. It wasn't nice at all. Her left breast was cut off. All her fingers and toes chopped off, and a part of her labia majora was ripped off and taken away. Horrible shit. People around suspected this to be done by ritualists. So damn sad."

"Wait, I think she told us last week that she would be spending the weekends at Hendrays place," Halima tried to recollect some information from her memory.

"Yes yes! Friends said they saw her at the club with Hendray and Austin. What could have happened?"said Baroque.

"Oh my gosh. Did you just say Hendray? Hendray is a fucking ritualist! I've heard of how he used girls for blood money but I was silent about it. That son of a bitch. How come I didn't know Fola was moving out with Hendray. I would have stopped her. Now it's too late."

"It's okay Bimbo. What has happened can not be undone. The police is already involved in the matter," Baroque said in a low tune.

"That reminds me. What happened to Amanda? I'm not seeing you guys together anymore these days. What's up?"

Bimbo spilled out every detail about what previously happened, how she was responsible for Amanda's predicament to a busybody, gossiping, snitchy and talkative Baroque.