“Search him , If you find anything suspicious, take my gun and shoot him,” instructed the Nigerian kingpin, lining powders of cocain on his glass table before sniffing them with his nose.

” Understood sir ,” replied one of his henchmen searching Sifiso’s entire body.

” You will forgive me , I like to be discrete when dealing with all of my associates, no offence my friend,” the Nigerian said rubbing the white powder off his nose.

“None taken Ighalo ,all protocols must be followed strictly in this business,” said Sifiso lifting his hands up while the henchmen thoroughly searched him.

 

” How is the wife and kids my friend,” asked the Nigerian signalling his henchmen to let Sifiso into the hotel.

” You know we don’t discuss our families on the business table,” hesitated Sifiso taking a seat on a sofa.

” No need to be all impersonal , I’m just messing around with you,” the Nigerian handed Sifiso a glass of whiskey.” Alright then! let’s get down to business. What do you have for me ?”asked the Nigerian clapping his hands once.

” I come with gifts, Ighalo,” Sifiso took out a glass jar filled with water and a human kidney in it. “I’m auctioning the stock price at hundred thousand dollars per kilogram ,” Sifiso said lifting the glass jar in the air so that everyone in the room can have a look. “Note that the poor bastard ‘s body wasn’t cold yet when I chopped it out ,” gloated Sifiso putting the glass jar back on the table.

” One hundred is rather cheap for such a healthy looking piece of flesh,” replied the Nigerian, putting his spectacles on , curiously staring at the kidney inside the glass jar.” It looks beautiful, the black market will pay lots of money for this,” the Nigerian said.

 ” Yes Ighalo , they will indeed,” smirked Sifiso with a devilish smile on his face.” Luckily for you , I only pay in cash ,” the Nigerian stood up and open one of the drawers inside the hotel room.” One hundred thousand dollars right?,” asked the Nigerian, opening a brief case filled with American currency.

” Paid in full ,” replied Sifiso taking the briefcase from the Nigerian.

” Don’t you want to count it ,” the Nigerian asked.

” I have full confidence in the trust between us, Ighalo, no need for any of that ,” replied Sifiso walking out of the hotel with the briefcase.

 

Sifiso stopped by his favourite food restaurant a couple of hours from the hotel.

“I’ll have sushi rice and still water please ?” Sifiso said reading through the menu pamphlet.

“Coming through sir,” replied the waiter.

Sifiso booked himself a table for one – table #7, before taking a seat. He took out his cellphone out of his jacket and called his lawyer.

” Why the hell is Shadrack not calling me ?”  Sifiso muttered dialling his lawyer’s digits on his phone.

“Hello , who am I speaking to?” replied the person on the other side of the call.

” Shadrack it’s me,Sifiso, why are you not answering your phone?” Sifiso asked. 

” Hello, Mr Mathebula, your lawyer borrowed me his phone !”  replied the person answering Shadrack’s phone.”I sent a delivery package to you, did they give it to you yet ?” the man asked.

” What did you just say to me ?” a horror -truck Sifiso asked .

” I spoke to Shadrack and he and I had an understanding.I know everything about your business dealings and I also want a slice of the bloody cake you and your lawyer have been eating all these years,” said the man. 

” Who the hell is this and where is my  damn lawyer?” yelled Sifiso banging the table with his fist.

” I got to go, Shadrack will contact you with all the details,”said the man hanging up on Sifiso.

 

“Hello sir , there is a couriered package in a form of a folded paper, directed for your attention,” shouted one of the waitors in the restaurant.

” What on earth is going on ?” Sifiso stood up from his chair and attended the postman waiting for him at the entrance.

“Are you Sifiso Mathebula ?” enquired the postman.

” Yes it’s me ,” Sifiso replied surprised.

” Please sign here sir,” the postman said.

” Where does it come from?”  asked Sifiso putting his signature on the documents. 

” I’m only a messenger sir, nothing more,” replied the postman.

Sifiso took the folded paper and carelessly left it on the table. His cellphone rang for the second time.

” Sifiso man , where are you , you are late for our business cocktail party this evening,” complained one of his many business associates.

” Geez , I completely forgot about that ,alright I’m on my way ,” replied Sifiso , walking out of the restaurant, leaving the folded paper behind.

” Afternoon , sir ,” greeted a waitor , speaking to another customer , a policeman in his full dress uniform: blue pants and shirt with a golden badge in the front of the uniform.

“Yes ,I would like a table for one please ,” replied the policeman.

“Table # 7 is free sir , thank you ,” the waitor said. 

The Policeman took a seat and came across a folded paper left behind by Sifiso.

” Let me check whats on the menu ,” the policeman unfolded the paper.He quickly unraveled the mystery of horror awaiting him inside the folded paper. “Jesus Christ! ,” screamed the policeman , staring at pictures of one of Sifiso’s murder victims; McGregor’s decomposed lungs , all Sifiso’s dirty deals with Nigerian crime lords , bribery connections, money laundering and fraudulent activities…also business misconduct…

To be continued…