Episode 7: The Hidden Agenda.
Narrated by Ade.
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The atmosphere on campus was electric with anticipation. The investigation into the corruption scandal had reached a critical point, and the university administration was scrambling to cover their tracks. Nkechi, Chukwudi, and I were all feeling the strain, knowing that our actions had put us squarely in the crosshairs of those who had the power to silence us.
It was late one evening when Nkechi called me with urgent news. “Ade, you need to come to the library right now. I’ve found something that might blow this case wide open.”
I hurried to the library, my heart racing. When I arrived, Nkechi was already waiting with a stack of documents spread out on a table. “What’s this?” I asked, trying to catch my breath.
“These are internal memos and financial statements I managed to obtain from a source,” Nkechi explained. “They show unauthorized payments and suspicious transactions linked to the officials involved in the scandal. This could be the smoking gun we need.”
Chukwudi joined us shortly after, his face showing a mixture of relief and concern. “This is solid evidence,” he said, examining the documents. “But we need to be careful about how we handle it. If the wrong people find out we have this, we could be in serious danger.”
We decided to take the evidence to Yemi, who had been instrumental in guiding us through the investigation. We arranged to meet him in a secure location off-campus to avoid any unwanted attention.
When we arrived, Yemi was already there, waiting for us with a grim expression. “What have you got?” he asked, his tone serious.
Nkechi handed him the documents, and Yemi carefully reviewed them. After a few tense moments, he looked up and nodded. “This is exactly what we needed. These documents will be crucial in proving the extent of the corruption.”
Yemi made a few phone calls, arranging for the documents to be presented to a trusted journalist who could expose the scandal to the public. The plan was to use the media’s attention to force the university administration into making changes.
As we left the meeting, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. The weight of the investigation had taken its toll on all of us, and the constant pressure was starting to show. I tried to focus on the positives, but the nagging sense of danger was hard to ignore.
Later that night, while I was working on a paper in my hostel room, there was a knock on the door. I opened it to find Chukwudi standing there, looking worried.
“Have you seen the latest news?” he asked. “There are reports of threats against students who are involved in the investigation.”
My stomach dropped. The realization that our safety was at risk hit me hard. “We need to be extra cautious from now on,” I said. “We’ve come too far to back down now.”
The next day, the campus was buzzing with rumors. Some students were talking about the threats, while others were rallying in support of the investigation. The pressure was mounting, and the administration was facing increasing scrutiny.
As the days went by, the tension reached new heights. We continued to work behind the scenes, gathering more evidence and coordinating with the journalist. But the threats against us grew more frequent and explicit. The safety of my friends and myself was becoming an increasingly urgent concern.
One evening, I received another ominous message: “You’re playing a dangerous game. Watch your back.”
It was clear that our actions were having an impact, but the danger was also escalating. With every step forward, it seemed like we were walking on a razor’s edge.
As I lay in bed that night, I couldn’t help but wonder what would come next. The fight for justice was far from over, and the risks we faced were growing by the day. But one thing was certain: we were committed to seeing this through, no matter the cost.
