A Tempest of Blondes

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ala Muhammed Airport in Lagos. Its purpose was not to ward off bandits but to deci

gh the barrier, and, striding with the bounce and vigour of a youth, the

he judge had to stand, but he was happy he had come, for his instincts told him

his orderly towards Kolade as his

hrust his baggage to the orderly and h

on's voice, and so, as they rode in Ajibade's Ikoyi-bound maroon-coloured

nxiety that had arisen when he received Kolade's phone call a week ago, saying he w

is son, but it had been a waste of time. "I'

om gambling? Not that he thought the lad gambled, but the boundary

d his mind, concluding that nipping an innocent diversion because of a

that Kolade had not won it, for if he had, he would

go, Dad. There's more

e wh

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and his father had no

ie-poster eyes of Ramsey Nouah and Genevieve Nnaji. It must be girl trouble that had brought Kolade down, the judge thoug

ruggle of his early life which had brought him wealth and career success, had also

ff for Peaceville, the mansion they had just bought. They were cutting down on staff. A gardener, a maid, and a driver were all t

mmed down Awolowo Road. "You want

course

've got t

eak, Kolade added, "By not asking any questions."His eyebrows knitted

trying to digest this, m

him, but did not speak. "Dad, you may not like this, but I'

udge