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When Turai 'Yar Adua was leaving the Presidential Villa

In the early hours of 5th May 2010 when Turai' Yar Adua and her entourage were coming out to leave for Katsina where funeral prayer was scheduled for the late president Umaru Musa 'Yar Adua - they came out with small luggage(s) which was a clear indication that they have not packed all their belongings in the residential wing of the presidential villa.

Olusegun Adeniyi said they were standing all in a big parlor when the first lady came out with her people, the ADC to the late president understood that the first lady was not moving all out - maybe because she don't know how things are done at that time, the ADC has no choice but to ask Turai whether if she had anything left inside the almighty presidential Villa and she answered in the affirmative - then he reminds her that she should make sure she had packed all her belongings because he don't think she's coming back to the house anymore. Olusegun said the statement as the ADC rightfully put them were heartbroken but its a duty of someone among them to inform her of the proceedings , and Turai has to go back again to pack the remnants of her important things, and that was her last day in the villa.

(This is According to Olusegun Adeniyi the spokesman of President Umaru Musa Yar' adua: in his book 'Power Politics and Death')

This is what means by been in the villa - its just a matter of time, unlike the Buckingham Palace and other monarch palaces accros the Globe, you will definitely get out one day, whether you behave well by being humble or misbehave by being arrogant.

And this is the same thing with life, in whatever position you’re privilege to occupy, be kind to your brothers, sisters, friends, colleagues, associates and society in general - is just a matter of time you’ll fall back to them.

~Arc Mohammed Isa .
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Their are powers that scatters family, ones the spirit comes everyone claims to be right, ask Joseph family, be careful how u review ur secrets to pple around u, d reason Joseph family wanted to kill him is because he told his brothers his dream, if ur business is moving well be calm, if u hv investment across d globe nwanne be calm, pple will congratulate u at d same time not happy with u, never do anything to impress pple around u, are u in competition with anyone pls stop (mgbe nke onye na eche ya) life na turn by turn. All fingers are not equal but all fingers are important, never underestimate, look down, underate anyone around u cus tomorrow is pregnant.
Hear.... this sometimes when God is lifting u up their are some pple u need to greet from afar. Their are pple who thought u will die when u are passing through ur wilderness prove them wrong , some pple are waiting to hear bad news about u prove them wrong.
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Episode 4: The Name No One Says

The morning light did nothing to chase away the unease clawing at Vanessa’s chest. Shadows still clung to the corners of her room as if reluctant to let go. The deep scratch on the door was real—she had run her fingers over it more than once, feeling the raw edges where the wood had been torn.

Something had been outside her door last night. Something that wasn’t human.

She needed answers.

Vanessa stepped into the hallway, every step careful, her ears tuned for any sound. The Hollow Inn was quiet, but not the peaceful kind. It was the kind of quiet that hummed with something unseen, something waiting.

Downstairs, the innkeeper was behind the front desk, her thin fingers slowly polishing a tarnished key. She didn’t look up when Vanessa approached.

"I need to ask you something," Vanessa said, keeping her voice steady.

The old woman exhaled through her nose, still not looking up. "You should leave."

Vanessa tightened her grip on her notebook. "I got a note last night. Someone—something—was outside my door." She hesitated. "And I saw the newspaper. Black Hollow disappeared in 1962. But it’s here. And so are you."

The innkeeper’s hands stilled.

For a long moment, she said nothing. Then, slowly, she lifted her head. Her eyes were pale, almost colorless, like fog rolling over dead water.

"You ask too many questions."

Vanessa swallowed. "I’m a journalist. It’s my job."

The woman’s gaze darkened. "Your job won’t matter if you’re dead."

A chill crawled up Vanessa’s spine. She wanted to push, demand more, but something in the woman’s tone—something final—made her pause.

Before she could say anything else, the bell above the inn’s door jingled.

A man stepped inside. He was older, his face lined with deep wrinkles, his clothes faded and worn. His eyes locked onto Vanessa, and she swore she saw recognition flicker there—though she had never seen him before in her life.

"New girl should go," he muttered. "Before it finds her."

Vanessa frowned. "Before what finds me?"

The man hesitated, glancing at the innkeeper. Her expression didn’t change, but something unsaid passed between them.

Then he turned back to Vanessa and said, "The thing that took this town."

The air left her lungs.

The innkeeper let out a slow breath. "Don’t say its name."

The man’s mouth tightened. "Names give power. And it’s already watching her."

Vanessa’s heart pounded. "What is watching me?"

The man licked his lips, hesitating. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he said:

"The Hollow Man."

The room seemed to shrink around her, the air suddenly too thick to breathe.

The innkeeper’s chair scraped against the floor as she stood. "You fool," she hissed. "Do you want to call it here?"

The man’s hands trembled. He took a step back. "It already knows."

A gust of wind howled through the inn, rattling the windows. The front door—though it had been firmly shut—creaked open an inch.

Vanessa’s breath hitched.

Outside, through the tiny gap in the door, something stood in the fog.

Tall. Motionless.

Waiting.

And though it had no face, she could feel its gaze locked onto her.


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