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The story revolves round Madison and her family, having different destinies, fate and view about life, they rally for personal interests, little did they realise they were only running round a globe.
Segregated by religion, Madison and Hassan were forced to call off their blissful relationship, it was indeed a painful quit, but they had little or no option, both families were against them-a flower can’t flourish in a dam of thorns.
Madison was an american lady whose family resided in Nigeria, hassan on the other hand was the Emir of kano’s first son.
After the painful breakup, Madison together with her family left for their home country where she discovered she was pregnant.
Nine months after which she gave birth to a set of identical twins.
The glass was already shattered! She had to raise her kids alone, without hassan’s knowledge.
She named them Michael and Gabriel, they bore her last name; Robertson.
She eventually found love again! This time, a black american.
Everything happened so fast, the got married.
Her new husband died few years into their union, she was once again left alone to cater for her mulattoes- Michael, Gabriel and Nathan.
An american CIA who woke up one morning only to get a burn notice.
An underground crime syndicate operating in Nigeria absorbed him, knowing he was a great asset.
His skills and expertise won him the trust of his boss, love of katarina and jealousy the of a colleague.
Michael fell into a trap, a trap carved out of jealousy, he was killed in a bomb explosion, it was all a set up!
Who was the architect?
The most naive of his brothers, a loving, caring and soft hearted fellow whose identity carved a pain in his neck.
Gabriel had the same physiological make up with Michael, even their mother always mistook one for the other.
The syndicate didn’t believe Michael was dead, Gabriel was mistaken for Michael, he had no option but to replace Michael in the syndicate.
His sole mission was to avenge his brother’s death and sell out the syndicate.
He was drowned by love, lust and power, all which he inherited from Michael’s past.
Would he be able to let go of all these and avenge Michael’s death?
Would the murderer be fished out?
Only he and Michael knew his father was assassinated!
Consumed by grieve, quest for revenge and hurts, he set out to kill everyone involved in his father’s death, he believe his step brother was murdered for a significant reason.
He later found out Gabriel was working for the same syndicate that murdered his dad
Geez! He was working with the police, would he watch the only brother he had left go to jail?
He found himself climbing up the political pinnacle, he found success at the polls, he was sworn in as the president of the republic, his people loved him, but he had enemies within!
In order to clear their coast, they planned to assassinate him.
What would be his fate???
It was a stormy and thundrous afternoon in the city of Kano.
The cloud was pitch black, threatening to cry. The sun found canopy under the thick cloud, warm but heavy wind blew from the south, tossing away any material that dare stand in its way.
Ranty sounds of thunder permeated the magnificiently designed room, Hassan’s heart beats weren’t helping matters, they seem to be in rythme with the thunder.
Each pump of blood pervaded fear within his being. He swallowed hard for the umpteenth time, boils of sweat tickled down his skin, defying the cold atmosphere.
Hassan paced around like someone whose wife is experiencing her maiden labour.
Its high time he let his father know about his decision to renounce islam- a religion his ancestors had practiced so faithfully.
Yes he knew it won’t be easy but the squeaky wheel gets the grease.
He stuck his legs into his slipper, took in a big gulp of air and reached for the door knob.
He turned it slowly and walked out to the hallway, heading to his father, to meet his fate.
Hassan Abdul-Azeez was first born son of the prominent Abdul-Azeez Usaini xvi the 21st century emir of kano.
The emir so much loved his son that he didn’t want anything to separate them, he had Hassan pass through western education here in Nigeria so he could teach him all there is to know about royalty, his plans was for Hassan to succeed him!
He didn’t want royalty transfered to another family.
Hassan opened the palace door with shaky hands and trembling feet. He had never felt like this before! He spent all his life in the modern palace, why was he having this strange feeling now?
His facial expression script it all, he was greatly worried.
His dad sat on the high and mighty throne with two body guards standing by his right and left respectively.
Four chiefs occupied the chairs below the throne.
The palace was well furnished, it looked nothing less of a modern palace, most of its decos were imported.
“sannun ku” he greeted breathlessly, with his head slightly bowed in respect.
“salama alaikum” the chiefs chorused, meaning “peace be unto you”
Hassan sat on one of the chairs by his right.
The Emir knew the kind of son he had in Hassan, hassan was a core introvert, he wouldn’t show in the palace by this time of the day if he had nothing important to discuss.
“is anything troubling the prince? The emir asked on noticing Hassan’s countenance.
“i request to speak with my dad….alone” came the reply from hassan.
The Emir motioned the brown horse tail he was holding.
Action speaks louder than voice, the guards and chiefs deserted the palace as commanded.
Hassan stared blankly at his dad, he was battling how best to present this to his father.
He sighed. ” father, i want to make an important request”
“go ahead son, you know i’ll do anything and everything for you” replied the king who was oblivious of his son’s request.
Hassan threw his father another quick glance; beyond the royal attaire, he saw a man who had a blazing passion for Islam and wishes all his family members to follow in is footprints.
For a moment, Hassan thought of aborting his plans, he thought against it when he remembered the promise he made to Madison.
No! He can’t afford to loss her…..
“father,,, i….i uhm…..i wish to convert to christianity” he found himself stammering.
At the drop of a hat, the tender smile Emir Abdul was wearing drifted to a heart crushing frown.
Hassan could swear he saw real fire replacing his father’s pupils.
“what did you just say?
The emir got up angrily.
Hassan’s heart skipped, he also got up. “calm down dad…..i…”
“shut up” the Emir shouted, and got into a session of loud coughs.
His heart ached badly, Hassan wished he could swallow back his words, too late to cry when the trigger is pulled.
The Emir fell to the floor helplessly, he had been managing cardiovascular attacks for the past few month now.
Hassan grew red with regret.
he screamed, a guard ran in almost immediatley.
“la’ila” he wailed when he saw the Emir laying on the floor, he was dumbfounded.
“what are you waiting for? Won’t you help me?!” hassan exclaimed angrily