Chapter 4 - The Uncle’s GreedWhile Chima and I plotted our next move in secret, back in my hometown, Uncle Obinna was discovering that his cash cow had teeth of her own.
Chief Okafor—the wealthy, twice-divorced politician who had offered ten million naira for my hand in marriage—arrived at Obinna’s pharmacy with two police officers in tow, demanding to know where his “future bride” had vanished to.
“She ran away like an ungrateful thief!” Obinna fumed, pacing behind his counter, waving his hands wildly. “Ten million naira, Chief! I promised you she would be cooperative!”
“Find her, Obinna!” Chief Okafor roared, his face purple with fury. “My political campaign launch is in two weeks, and I want my young wife by my side. If you don't produce her by tomorrow, I’ll have the police lock you up for financial fraud involving those pharmacy permits!”
Aunt Ngozi wrung her hands in absolute panic. “We have no money left to search for her, Obinna! And worse... look at this!”
Ngozi slammed an open ledger down on the counter.
Obinna’s eyes bulged out of his head. The primary inventory log—the one containing records of expired drug sales, illegal narcotic imports, and kickbacks from unregistered suppliers—was completely gone.
“She didn't just walk out with a suitcase,” Obinna whispered, the blood draining from his face. “Amara copied our ledgers.”
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What Uncle Obinna didn't know was that I hadn't just copied them for safety. I had already mailed encrypted digital scans of those exact ledgers to the National Agency for Food and Drug Administration and Control (NAFDAC), alongside a formal whistleblower complaint.
The trap was closing around my uncle. And he didn't even know who had pulled the trigger.
