INTERNATIONAL BEST SELLER.

(ROMANCE.)

A STORY BY LANRE BADMUS.

CHAPTER ONE:

INTRODUCING THE PROTAGONIST.

Have it at the back of your mind that I wouldn't lie to you in any way. Believe all I'll tell you in this book. Basically, I hate to lie. I'll rather die for the truth. I could remember when I was younger and I mistakenly called a teacher of mine an idiot. Mr Olasehinde heard but he wasn't sure of the culprit. He asked the class as anger traveled his iris and the class denied hearing the word. He was mad and threatened to beat up all the students. I stood up, owning up and tried to apologize. I knew it was a wrong thing to do but he'd made us angry by insulting the mother of a friend. I was beaten to a pulp.

Sincerely the space called fame could be turbulent. I had to learn how to manage the seat called stardom. The accolades appeared to be accumulating and I knew I must not lose my head. Arrogance was never an option. I consistently held on to the hands of humility with an intention of me allowing him to lead the way. Nominations for international prizes rolled in in cascades and I was the name on the tongue of several writing organisations and agents.

The sales of my book never stuttered. It sailed the streets of success with sublime skills that blinded my competitors. Invitations to important functions increased and I was wondering if I ever bargained for the glory. Still, Mississippi was calling and I decided it was time to move out of my comfort zone. I'd learnt since age ten that a comfort zone is a killer of dreams. My father would always reiterate that fact and I made it one of my guiding principles. I believed I'd conquered Nigeria and it was time to prove my potentials internationally.

'What is your name? ' That was the first question I was asked at the American embassy in Lagos. It was a serious session and no matter how I tried to trivialise the situation, more serious questions were thrown at me like the spear of Athena. The embassy wanted to be sure I was not running away. They had to ensure I was coming back to my country.

It's no longer news that legion of people are abandoning our beloved country for western countries in search of greener pastures. Ten out of twenty people want to leave Nigeria because of the insecurities, poverty level and several uncertainties. The populace is tired of the wicked norm that has relegated most citizens into a vulnerable state. I will not blame anyone at the moment. Right now, what should be on our mind is how to turn the ruins of the nation into royalty. We have to come together to improve the polity and this can be achieved during the forthcoming elections. It's time to stand as one.

Back to my story, I could remember telling the interviewer my name with a smile which she took an objection to.

' I'm Lanre Badmus.' I smiled.

' Can we be formal please? ' she replied with a stern look.

' Forgive me ma'am.' I'd pleaded.

' You didn't offend me. I just want you to know the importance of this interview. So what's your name?

I am Lanre Badmus with emphasis on the Badmus. I grew up seeing James Bond movies and I loved the way Sean Connery would often say ' I'm Bond, James Bond.' I took interest in that and made it my style. Introducing myself would always be the combination of my first an last name. One of the daughters of a former senator I wooed while I was at the Abuja law school was disgusted when I introduced myself to her several years back. She complained of my pride and concluded I was vain. The irritation on her face was in bold letters that I couldn't help but laugh. She knew I was from a lower social class but she couldn't correlate the confidence. I could remember she later told me I had the eyeballs of the devil and I was irresistible.

That is me. Unfortunately a lot of people mistake my confidence for arrogance and they call me names without the benefit of a doubt. Truly I can be vain but it's in the most beautiful way you can imagine.

I am a married lawyer with over fifteen years of legal practice and I still have a booming career in creative writing. I have been blessed with three boys age 11, 10 and six respectively. I am married to Helen, a Calabar lady I met in 2006 during my National Youth Service Corps programme in Cross river State of Nigeria.

Calabar girls are the greatest breed in my country. They must have sheltered beauty when she was homeless. These girls remain an attraction even to the blind. When I previously said ' No man forgets a beautiful face' I had them in mind. Well -mannered and cultured, I still cannot help but ask how they were raised.

Helen took good care of me in all ramifications and she captured my heart, made my concentration a slave and confirmed me to a perpetual imprisonment with the best things life can offer. The truth is I will resist an offer of emancipation with all my strength. If love is having me behind bars, may I be denied bail till the death of eternity. I got married to her in 2010 and I'm always grateful to God that I made her my choice. Highly loving and supportive. She's absolutely the dream of every man.

I had a great interview at the American embassy and it was obviously time to break new grounds outside the shores of Nigeria.

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Lanrebadmus(The Poetic Assassin)

Lanrebadmus(The Poetic Assassin)

A legal practitioner being tormented by the spirit of writing. I abuse the intake of poetry like a banned drug.