ide.
The place was neat, quiet, and well arranged. Everything was already prepared. Food, a clean bed, running water, a peaceful space.
Okon turned to her.
“You will rest here,” he said gently. “Everything you need will be provided.”
Mrs. Madara looked around slowly.
Tears filled her eyes again, but this time they were softer.
“My son,” she said.
Okon held her hand.
“I am here now,” he said firmly.
But deep inside him, a storm was building.
Because now he knew one thing for sure.
This was no mistake.
Chida had something to answer for.
After many failed calls, Mr. Okon sat quietly in his hotel room.
He looked at his phone again.
Still nothing.
No reply to his messages. No call back.
Then he remembered that he had sent his sister money to register and set up her event planning business.
He shook his head slowly as an idea settled in his mind.
He placed the phone on the table and leaned back.
Then he had an idea on how to reach his sister.
A few weeks later, far away from the hotel in another part of Warri, Chida received a call in her office.
“Good afternoon, ma,” the caller said. “My boss wants to plan a big event. He was told you are the best person for the job.”
Chida sat up with interest.
“A big event?” she asked.
“Yes, ma. A very important one. He would like to meet you in person.”
“All right,” she said. “When and where?”
“There is a quiet restaurant in town. I will send you the address. He will meet you there this evening.”
Chida paused for a moment, then nodded to herself.
“Okay. I will be there,” she said.
That evening, Chida arrived at the restaurant.
It was calm and well arranged. Soft music played in the background.
She looked around and saw a man sitting at a table, dressed in a neat suit.
He stood up as she walked closer.
