As the new arkman, I enjoyed a lot of benefits, I dined with the executives at choice hangouts, partied every weekend and got lots of chicks to hang out with, was already used to this lifestyle but I had to act like I was excited in order to curb further suspicions….Make no mistakes, I was soon accumulating a very rugged reputation in owerri as after a few hits, My name had begun to strike terror in the minds of rival cult groups(black axe and eiye confraternities especially) but deep down I knew I needed to make contact with Slow and and Trigger before my cover is compromised ‘cos every now and then I would see disbelief clearly written on the capons face…..The only way I succeeded in keeping his suspicions in check was accomplishment of the duties which I was assigned without fear or favour….

The brutality with which I carried out my hits had even begun to scare the capon himself, I knew this but he would always try to hide it but as they say aboard the viking ship, ”No be who first come, na who rugged pass”…..

It was a Friday morning, I had woken up, finished doing my press-ups, sit-ups and weightlifting to keep my magnificent toned body in shape(I tend to boast about it sometimes) when I heard a voice call my name from the living room,”baba smoke”, the voice yelled, (they often teased me with the name because of what happened when I was coronated as arkman)……

”I dey jazz, maintain”, I called back. I had learnt everything about their slangs……I dried my body with a towel and made my way to the living room…..Sophia and Cigaro were seating side by side with Sophia staring mouth agape at my bulging muscles. There were three other guys in the room, my two A.D.c’s(solid and shenge) and the deck eastman demon……

Cigaro had begun to speak without waiting for me to settle down. ”Aro we get I.T.T tomorrow….as you can see, full moon don jazz and as per the ruggedity wey you get na you go preside in my absence”, he said, staring intently at me…..

”Shey una know say I get hit for Abuja tomorrow, so I no go dey”, we all nodded in the affirmative…..”so Aro gather your ruggedity, cos any f–k up na on top your head e be nd before you jazz out, anchor for orange groove dis night” he said as he stood and left….

He was always a straight to the point guy…”you too rugged”, I said to him as he left….

”where en go be???”, I asked ,turning to the other guys seating with me……”obinze forest”, Solid replied….