Omotolani sat in the living room of her grandparents' home, her mind whirling with thoughts of revenge. She knew that simply running and hiding from her mother was not enough. She needed to strike back, to make her mother pay for all the pain and suffering she had caused.And then, she remembered a rumor she had heard about a secret society in Lagos, a group of powerful people who would do anything to get what they wanted.A dangerous, but irresistible idea began to take shape in her mind...
As the sun set over Lagos, Omotolani slipped into the back of a black SUV, her heart pounding like a drum. She had arranged a meeting with a member of the secret society, a mysterious woman who went by the name of Mama Kofo."So, you want to join us, do you?" Mama Kofo purred, her eyes glinting in the dark interior of the SUV. "What can you offer us?"Omotolani swallowed hard, her hands sweaty with fear and anticipation.
"I can offer you my skills," Omotolani said, her voice shaky but determined. "I can help you. I can..."Mama Kofo held up a hand, her dark eyes flashing with amusement. "Don't be so eager, my dear," she said, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Tell me, what is it that you want from us?"Omotolani took a deep breath, her resolve hardening like steel. "I want revenge," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "I want to destroy my mother."
Mama Kofo chuckled, her fingers tapping against the armrest of her seat. "Revenge is a dish best served cold, my dear," she said, her eyes glinting with dark amusement. "And I can tell that you have a hunger for it that burns like fire."She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Tell me, Omotolani. What is your plan?"Omotolani's heart pounded in her chest as she laid out her idea. It was reckless and dangerous, but if it worked, it would bring her mother to her knees...
"It's simple, really," Omotolani said, her voice taking on a dangerous edge. "I'm going to lure my mother out of hiding by offering her something she can't resist: money. And when she comes to claim it, we'll be waiting."Mama Kofo's eyes widened, a smile spreading across her face. "You're a clever girl, Omotolani," she said, her voice dripping with admiration. "And you're not afraid of getting your hands dirty. I like that."Omotolani felt a rush of excitement, her heart racing faster.
"It won't be easy," Mama Kofo continued, her eyes flashing with excitement. "Your mother is a cunning woman. She won't fall for a simple trap. But with the right bait, and the right plan, we can bring her down once and for all."Omotolani nodded, her jaw set with determination. "And what do you want in return?" she asked, her voice low and serious.Mama Kofo's smile grew even wider. "A little loyalty," she said, her voice soft and dangerous. "And a share of the spoils, of course.
The plan began to take shape over the next few days, as Omotolani worked closely with Mama Kofo to prepare for the trap. They set up a fake bank account, filled with millions of naira in stolen funds, and put it in the name of a wealthy socialite.Then, they made sure the account was just visible enough to attract the attention of Omotolani's mother, without arousing suspicion.
As the days turned into weeks, Omotolani and Mama Kofo waited with bated breath. At first, there was nothing. But then, slowly, they began to see signs that their plan was working. A bank transfer here, a suspicious phone call there. It was like watching a spider spin its web, patiently waiting for its prey.And then, one morning, Omotolani received a text message that made her heart race with anticipation. It was her mother.
The text message was brief and to the point:"I know what you're up to. And I'm coming for you."Omotolani's heart skipped a beat as she read the message, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. This was it. The moment they had been waiting for.She showed the message to Mama Kofo, her hands trembling. "What do we do now?" she asked, her voice low and urgent.
Mama Kofo smirked, her eyes gleaming with a predatory gleam. "We wait," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "We let her come to us. And then, when she does..."She trailed off, leaving the unspoken threat hanging in the air. Omotolani swallowed hard, her mind spinning with possibilities. What would happen when her mother arrived?As the hours ticked by, the tension mounted, like a storm cloud on the horizon. And then, finally, the moment arrived.
There was a knock on the door, and Omotolani's heart leapt into her throat. She knew who it was, even before Mama Kofo motioned for her to hide in the shadows.The door swung open, and there stood Omotolani's mother, her face a mask of contempt. "Omotolani," she said, her voice like venom. "Where are you, you little brat?"Mama Kofo smiled, her eyes flashing with anticipation. "Ah, Mrs. Ogunleye," she said, her voice smooth and pleasant.
"You must be wondering why I've invited you here," Mama Kofo continued, her smile widening. "You see, I've heard some very interesting things about you and your daughter."Omotolani's mother's face hardened, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. "What are you talking about?" she snapped.Mama Kofo laughed, a low, throaty chuckle that sent a shiver down Omotolani's spine. "Oh, let's not play games, Mrs. Ogunleye. I know about the money. And I know what you did to your daughter.
Omotolani's mother froze, her eyes widening in shock and fear. "What are you talking about?" she repeated, her voice quavering. "I didn't do anything. I'm here for my daughter. Give her to me now."Mama Kofo shook her head, her face a mask of mock concern. "Give her to you? My dear Mrs. Ogunleye, I'm afraid I can't do that. You see, we have our own plans for your daughter. And those plans don't involve you."