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Part 1

ARFA explained to them the appearance of AFRA on TV. Inspector SUDDES KAREDU lifted the paper he used for sketching, looked at the Commissioner, and said, "This is the appearance of the girl that the TV revealed."

The Commissioner of Police took the carbon paper, stared closely at AFRA's sketch, and said, "Very well, Inspector SUDDES, your work is good. Now I will give you some files, all regarding one girl we have long been investigating, but we failed to catch her because of the names and faces she changes."

With a firm voice, Inspector SUDDES KAREDU asked, "What kind of crime is she committing, sir?"

"The crime of cocaine trafficking abroad, and the girl is a Nigerian. And I suspect she is this girl whose sketch you just drew, though we cannot be entirely sure yet because this girl has been caught many times. However, the problem is that she is very smart; she has never been caught with the same name twice or even the same face. Just days ago, she was caught in America under the name SPECIAL KAREDU, but by the time they discovered she was carrying cocaine, they were too late because she had already slipped past, and they searched for her without finding her whereabouts."

Puzzled, Inspector SUDDES KAREDU asked, "Sir, how do you think it is just one girl, since she has never been caught twice with the same name or the same face? How do you think it turns out to be just one girl committing the crime?"

"Because every name she changes, she never changes one name: the last part of her name, which is KAREDU. Every name she gets caught with ends in KAREDU. So we want to know something: is KAREDU her father's name, or does she have another motive for attaching the name KAREDU to her own name? It's a name that everyone in all of Nigeria knows belongs to just one family. For this reason, even Alhaji KAREDU himself is not at peace, because he would be happier than anyone else if the girl falls into our hands."

In astonishment, Inspector SUDDES KAREDU said to himself, "Does Daddy know about this girl committing the cocaine crime? But I have never heard of this story before. Why would she use the name KAREDU? Could it be enemies wanting to tarnish the KAREDU family name? Whatever the case, I have sworn to hunt down this girl, bring her to justice, and find out what is really going on."

"Very good, Inspector SUDDES. Now go and prepare tonight; look through all the files I gave you, because by tomorrow I will pair you with my assistant to travel to Swaziland to track down this girl, ARFA, whom you just sketched. They will also start searching for her as 'wanted' from today, as I know they have also sketched her likeness just as we did. Therefore, I am handing the entire case over to you. Please, do not play around; stand firm and do your job properly, because this case is a big one."

With great respect, Inspector SUDDES KAREDU replied, "I promise you, sir, I will not return to Nigeria without the wanted person. Surely, I will catch her with my own hands."

The Deputy Commissioner barked angrily, "Mr. Commissioner, I think this trip with the DSP would be better handled by the two of us, without the Inspector, because he still doesn't fully know his job."

With displeasure, the Commissioner said, "That is between me and him. I intended for us to go together, but I have an important meeting to attend, which is why I changed my mind and paired him with you. But if you continue complaining to me, I will hand you a suspension letter."

Respectfully, the DSP said, "May God soothe your anger, sir." As for Inspector SUDDES KAREDU, he took the files the Commissioner gave him, left the office, and headed straight home in his car while analyzing the conversation he had with the Commissioner regarding ARFA.

Part 2: Swaziland

ARFA, in extreme shock and terror, looked at her boss, who was dressed in black, his face grim and unpleasantly stern, holding a gun in his hand. With a weeping voice, she asked, "Boss, how did you get in?"

He let out a mad, echoing laugh, "Hhhhhhhh," then said, "No matter how I got in, it doesn't matter. I came to see how things will end between you and me, because you lied to me! Why didn't you tell me when we spoke on the phone that you were traveling to this country with someone else? Because of her, you brought us huge losses; a massive fortune of ours has been seized! Therefore, you must pay for the losses you have caused. It would be better for you if you were the one they caught while our money bag escaped. So, SOCIAL, either you pay us back the money that the security forces seized, or we will give our deity the blood of the girl because of whom everything went wrong. SIMA is dead now too; because after the security forces cleared the cocaine that was on her body and she didn't die, we knew the Swaziland authorities would never let her go until she exposed the secrets of all of us. That is why earlier today we sent the deity to drink her blood dry, instead of bearing the loss she caused us, because we do not absorb losses."

Weeping, ARFA said, "No, please, Boss, do not drink AMANI's blood! Please, her life is of utmost importance; her family needs her. I agree for you to do whatever you want to me, but do not touch AMANI! Truly, I did not know about this occult business of yours, and I never plunged myself into it."

The Boss let out a loud laugh, then said, "It is mandatory that we drink this girl's blood, because you do not have the wealth to pay us back. Everything you own in this world does not equal the wealth we spent for you to bring into this country. Therefore, we must kill your friend right now. And if her blood is not enough for our deity, then you will have to find him another life to combine with it."

ARFA stood up, wiped her tears, frowned, and said, "I want you to know, Boss, I have never caused you a loss of your wealth. I protected your wealth even if it meant losing my life. Every attempt to catch me, I never allowed myself to fall into their hands, and you know that. Now that a mistake has happened, you cannot show me any leniency? By God, you have no chance! I am not afraid of you. The moment you kill my friend, I will expose your secrets for the entire world to see. So, whatever happens, we go down together."

The Boss laughed, "Hhhhhh," then said, "I know you are stubborn, SOCIAL. Therefore, right now I will kill you with this gun, and then we will go finish off your friend." He began trying to cock the gun, aiming it straight at her chest.

ARFA made a swift twist—one she didn't even know she was capable of—and lifted her foot, kicking her Boss right in the hand. Instantly, the gun flew and dropped to the floor. ARFA rushed toward where the gun was to grab it, but her Boss chased after her. Just as she bent down and was on the verge of grabbing the gun, he reached her, grabbed a handful of her hair, yanked her straight up, and smacked her with a deafening slap. He shoved her onto the bed, planted his foot pressing down on her stomach, and said with fury, "If you pick up the gun, what will you do? Kill me or what? You are dreaming, girl! Before you kill me, I will kill you first. There is no loyalty in the underworld. Therefore, I will rape you right now, because I have known for a long time that you are a complete virgin due to your stubbornness—that is why you refused to settle down and have a love affair with any man despite the crowds of secret admirers you have. So I am going to take that prize now and kill you, or give your blood to the deity." He let out a mad laugh, followed by...

Hmm, will ARFA's Boss succeed against her or not?

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Part 3

Within minutes, Inspector SUDDES KAREDU arrived in front of a massive house located in Gwarinpa, Abuja—House Number 23 on Oreal Street. It was a very big, luxurious duplex. Inspector SUDDES honked at the massive gate, and as soon as he pressed forward into the compound, the gate slid open and closed behind him. He headed straight to the parking space, parked his car, and stepped out walking with health, majesty, and pride. Looking at him, you would see a vibrant young man brimming with youth and striking good looks bestowed upon him by God. The male house staff greeted him and welcomed him, but he simply waved his hand at them without answering. He headed straight to the main parlor of the house, pressed a device on the door, and it opened. He stepped into the parlor with Salam on his lips.

A gorgeous, fair-skinned mature woman—looking like an Arab Shuwa—was sitting on a couch with a bowl filled with fruit on the table in front of her. She was eating an apple slowly while watching cartoons on TV with a cheerful expression. She returned his greeting, saying, "Welcome back, my son. How are you? Today you're back early."

He knelt down to greet her, then stood up, saying, "Ammi, you never get tired of watching these childish shows."

She smiled and said, "It's not childish, my son. You know that since you, I haven't given birth again, which is why watching these shows helps me cope with the loneliness of missing little children. But, my son, you didn't answer my question!"

"Which question, my Ammi?" "I saw that you came back early today; it's not yet your usual time."

"Hmm, my Ammi, please pray for me. I've been assigned a big case to catch a girl involved in cocaine trafficking in Swaziland. Tomorrow morning, the Deputy Commissioner's assistant and I are traveling."

"Oh, my son! Right at the beginning of your career? Well, may God grant you success. Actually, I saw it on TV earlier today, but wasn't it the security forces of that country who caught a girl named Amani Abdulsalam?"

"Yes, Ammi, but that seems not to be her. The actual criminal is another one named Arfa, who has appeared, and her we are going to look for."

"Oh, my son, no wonder! By God, Amani made me feel so pity, even though I didn't stay to watch the end." "I am deeply hurt to see my only son among those despised things that everyone hates in this country."

A harsh voice uttered these words. Quickly, Inspector SUDDES looked back to see Daddy walking down the stairs from the upper floor with pride and arrogance.

After Daddy reached the parlor, he shot Ammi a vicious look and said, "To think that my only son in this world has no better work to do than police work! Oh people, this thing burns my heart so much by God! Despite all the wealth I possess, my son Sudess couldn't find anything else to do except be a policeman—just to insult me and bring bad luck among my friends, right, Sudess?" he finished, looking at Inspector SUDDES.

"No, Daddy, please have mercy. Being a policeman has been my hobby since I was little, and Alhamdulillah, I have fulfilled my ambition. Daddy, one day you will be happy with my job. Cool down, my sweet papa."

A vicious glare was thrown at him by Daddy, who said, "God forbid that I should ever take pride in this ugly job of yours, Sudess!"

Plop! Plop!! A tall, slender girl shaped like a Moringa tree descended from upstairs. She was dressed in a crop top and very short shorts, with high heels on her feet. Her hair was done in attachment braids cascading down to her buttocks. Her skin clearly showed she had bleached to the maximum, and she reeked of perfume smelling almost like alcohol. She headed toward them. Reaching Daddy, who was standing there fuming with rage, she began stroking his chest, leaning against him while saying, "Oh, our Daddy! What is this argument for? Please, let my sweet baby do the job he loves. You know he is a person with a good heart; he loves helping everyone, which is why he chose police work so he can also offer his contribution. By God, at least I love seeing him in that uniform because it looks fiercely good on him! And Daddy, thank God you have a son with a heart. Many wealthy kids don't know the sweat of making money; they are just given funds to squander. But my sweet baby receives a salary every month."

Fuming, Daddy shouted, "God damn that salary of his, which isn't even enough to buy his sandals!"

As for Inspector SUDDES, he shot the girl a venomous look and headed for the stairs. She ran after him, blocked his path, and said, "Ah, my sweet baby, please don't lock yourself away; I'm waiting for you right here in the parlor."

He hissed at her and brushed past to go. Whining, she said, "Oh, sweet baby, I am talking to you!"

With a roar, he snapped, "You, what kind of beast are you, Hibba? Look at the way you're dressed—have you no shame? Every day I scold you about this lack of upbringing, yet you even go rubbing against Daddy's body like that! Fie on this pagan-like upbringing of yours! So right now, pack your bags and go back to your father's house, since this isn't your father's house!"

He shoved her aside and went upstairs. Hibba stood with her mouth wide open, staring after him as he vanished from sight. Whining, she turned downward and cried out Ammi's name.

Meanwhile, the Boss pounced on Arfa, trying to strip off her shirt. Right there, a fierce struggle began between the two of them. But because the strength of a man and a woman are not equal, he soon pinned her down with his weight and continued mauling her to his heart's content. He tried to force their lips together, but Arfa stubbornly refused to give him the chance. Against his will, he paused and continued romancing her body, while Arfa struggled to free herself, failing. Her Boss's goal was just to get what he wanted; he even managed to tear her shirt off and tried to strip her undergarments. She began reciting prayers in her heart (LA'ILAHA ILLA ANTA SUBBAHANAKA INNI KUNTA MINA ZALIMIN). Suddenly, a surge of strength rushed into her. Gathering all her strength, she threw him off her.

Quickly, she jumped up, looking for something to cover her body. Swaying like a drunk, he came at her again. Swiftly, she grabbed a large rose flower vase resting on the bedside drawer and smashed it hard across his head. He screamed, clutching his head as it spun, and then collapsed to the floor unconscious. Weeping, Arfa picked up her shirt lying discarded nearby, put it on, stepped over him, opened the bedside drawer, took out a small bag, and rushed out of the hotel room entirely.

She took to the street, walking and weeping without knowing where she was heading. As she walked, a voice inside her asked, "Look at you, Arfa. Look at the life you've dragged yourself into because of impatience! Why didn't you accept destiny from the beginning, stay where God placed you, and embrace your destiny with both hands, instead of going out to seek worldly things? Now look at the life you've thrown yourself into—and your friend Amani! What are you going to do, Arfa? You know your bosses will never let you go until they take revenge on you. So figure something out before they kill Amani and kill you too."

When she had gone a considerable distance, she stopped by the roadside and cried bitterly. Taxis kept driving past her. After she cried until she was exhausted, she hailed a taxi, got in, and told the driver where to take her. They drove a very long distance before arriving at a nice neighborhood. She told the driver to stop. When he stopped, she opened her bag, pulled out a single banknote, handed it to him, and stepped out of the car. The driver tried to tell her he didn't have change, but she ignored him and walked away. Realizing the girl looked troubled and wouldn't stay, he reversed his car and drove off.

Arfa walked a short distance down the street and arrived at a small, lovely house. She pressed the doorbell, and shortly after, a young foreign girl came out and opened the door. Rose hugged Arfa and welcomed her in. Arfa held her hand, and they went inside and sat on a couch. Arfa closed her eyes as hot tears streamed down her face.

"Sorry, SPECIAL," the foreign girl said. Weeping, Arfa spoke in English, "Rose, I am in a terrible state. What on earth am I going to do?"

"Be patient, Special. I know the state you're in because I watched everything on TV. You slipped up, Special! I kept that bag that was made—the one containing the huge amount of cocaine. Instead of going off by yourself, you made the trip with someone else without the Boss's knowledge, and look—now the girl has brought you trouble. You see me here? I am just waiting because the Boss said from here he'd pair you and me to take some cargo to Paris. But now work is ruined; you've caused us the loss of huge sums of money that were supposed to enter our account. And I know the Bosses will never let you go; they'll demand that you pay for this loss. Days ago, I was caught in England too, but the Bosses didn't let me go until I paid up. And since I had nothing to pay them with, they took my father instead, telling me they used his blood in place of the wealth because their deity gives them luck in the business."

Arfa caught her breath and said, "No, Rose, they have no right! They are dreaming. I don't have family to give them, and even if I had anything, I wouldn't give it to them. The girl who was detained because of me—Amani—is the one they demanded I hand over to them, but I wouldn't..." And she recounted everything that had happened between her and their Boss.

Rose laughed and said, "You served the Boss right, Special! Honestly, it's even better if he dies and doesn't wake up, because I hate him too. He once raped me in this country when I caused them a loss of goods. After they kidnapped my father, that wasn't enough; they didn't let me go until they took my virginity."

A bitter smile—worse than crying—touched Arfa's lips as she said, "Give me wine to drink."

Rose widened her eyes and said, "SPECIAL! But I thought you never drink wine because you said it's forbidden in your religion?" "Give me wine, Rose, before I figure out a way out for myself."

Rose stood up, retrieved wine from the fridge along with a cup, and placed it on the small table in front of Arfa. Arfa poured the wine and gulped it down. She kept downing it until she finished every drop, then slumped over the couch, fell face-down on the floor, and drifted into deep sleep. As for Rose, she had her own plans to leave, so she locked Arfa inside from the back and walked away.

On Inspector Suddes's end, he spent the night reviewing the case files of Blessing given to him by the Commissioner. He didn't sleep until he grasped where the case was heading. The next morning, he woke up ready for the trip to Swaziland. He picked up his single bag, packed everything he needed, took a bath, and dressed casually in jeans, a shirt, covered shoes, and a patch cap perched on his head. He looked so handsome you could practically steal him away just by looking at him. He slung his travel bag over his shoulder and went downstairs. In the parlor, he found Ammi, Daddy, and Hibba—who was still dressed in her nightgown—eating breakfast.

He knelt down to greet Ammi and Daddy, but Daddy refused to answer; only Ammi responded. Hibba, whining, said, "Sweet, good morning." He ignored her completely and bade farewell to his parents, mentioning that he was leaving and they would speak later. Ammi offered profound prayers for him.

Just as he stood up to leave, Daddy called him back. He returned and sat down. Daddy said, "I've noticed that ever since Hibba came back to this house, you've stopped having breakfast with us, opting for yours to be served separately. Well, I've figured out all your games, and by God, you will marry Hibba since she loves you! I will never be put to shame before my friend. So go wherever you're going; the moment you return, without wasting time, you will marry Hibba. Hear what I've told you."

Hibba jumped up, leaped onto Daddy's body, planted a kiss on his cheek, and said, "Tha..."

Summary

The excerpt weaves together two intense narrative threads centered around crime, deception, and family drama.

In the first storyline, Inspector Suddes Karedu receives a major assignment from the Police Commissioner to track down a notorious female cocaine trafficker operating under aliases ending in "Karedu." Unbeknownst to the Commissioner, Suddes shares this family name, raising personal questions about whether his own family or enemies are tied to the criminal underworld. Meanwhile, in Swaziland, the prime suspect—Arfa (also known as "Special")—clashes violently with her ruthless syndicate boss after a botched operation and the wrongful arrest of an innocent girl named Amani. Arfa manages to fight off her abusive boss, escape, and seek refuge with an accomplice named Rose, who secretly betrays her while Arfa drinks herself into a stupor.

In the second storyline, Inspector Suddes navigates his domestic life. He lives with his doting mother (Ammi), his disapproving, wealthy father (Daddy), and an obnoxious, boundary-crossing young woman named Hibba whom his father insists he must marry. Despite domestic friction and his father's disdain for his police career, Suddes remains steadfastly committed to his duty, preparing rigorously for his high-stakes international mission to Swaziland to capture Arfa.

Description

The text is a multi-perspective, suspense-driven crime thriller and domestic drama written in a colloquial Hausa-English style. It juxtaposes high-octane police investigations, international drug syndicates, and occult exploitation with intense familial discord, romantic pressure, and personal identity crises. The narrative explores themes of corruption, stubborn resilience, betrayal within criminal networks, and the clash between personal integrity and parental expectation.

Analytics

Genre: Crime Thriller / Domestic Drama / Romance
Primary Settings: Abuja, Nigeria (Police Headquarters and the Karedu family residence); Swaziland (Hotel hideouts and safe houses)
Key Characters:
- Inspector Suddes Karedu: An ambitious, skilled, and principled young police officer torn between his demanding career and familial expectations.
- Arfa (Special): A brilliant, fugitive drug smuggler trying to survive a ruthless criminal syndicate after a major operation collapses.
- The Boss: A violent, occult-practicing syndicate leader who exploits his operatives and demands blood sacrifices for business failures.
- Ammi: Suddes's loving, gentle mother who provides emotional support.
- Daddy: Suddes's wealthy, disdainful father who resents police work and forces a marriage between Suddes and Hibba.
- Hibba: An entitled, inappropriately behaved young woman infatuated with Suddes.
- Amani: An innocent girl wrongfully caught in the crossfire of the syndicate's operations.
- Rose: Arfa's treacherous associate who ultimately abandons her.
Core Conflict: Suddes is tasked with hunting down Arfa internationally, unaware of how deeply intertwined the case is with his own family background, while Arfa fights a desperate battle for survival against her former criminal masters.

Comments

The pacing of the narrative is fast and chaotic, typical of popular serial fiction, alternating rapidly between police briefings, criminal showdowns, and tense domestic family squabbles. The character dynamics are sharply drawn, particularly the stark contrast between Suddes’s dedication to law enforcement and his father’s materialistic contempt for the uniform. Arfa's transition from a confident criminal mastermind to a desperate fugitive fighting for her friend's life adds emotional stakes to an otherwise gritty underworld plot.

Conclusions

The intersecting paths of Inspector Suddes and the fugitive Arfa are set on a collision course as Suddes prepares to fly to Swaziland. With Arfa incapacitated at Rose's treacherous hands and the syndicate closing in, the upcoming international mission promises explosive confrontations. Domestically, Suddes faces an inevitable showdown with his father regarding his career and the forced engagement to Hibba upon his return.