CHAPTER 9: LOVE IN THE DARK

The nighttime in Lagos had always been vibrant, full of life and sound. The city never rightfully slept, its pulse rate vibrating through the streets long after the sunlight had limit. But tonight, the metropolis felt unlike. There was a onerousness in the air, an unspoken tension that hung over everything like a duncical, suffocating fog. For Ugochukwu, every audio, every flicker of movement, was a reminder of the state of war he was waging against the shadows.

Adaobi had been by his side through everything, but even she could feel the melodic line. Their love, once effortless and pure, was now taint by the darkness surrounding them. Trust had suit a luxury neither could afford. They no more longer whispered sweet-flavored words to each other in the restrained hours of the night. Instead, their conversation were laced with tautness, their affection beating in sync with the ever-present fear that someone might be listening.