COIN…..there are two sides to every story by @obasatemitope (Episode IV)



Back inside, Kogberegbe saw Dr. Okanlawon with more friends. His wife was no longer in the living room. Kogberegbe wouldn’t want to deal with her anyway. He asked Dr. Okanlawon to step into an empty room with him.

“I’ve searched the house, got the information I need and though I can’t promise the speed of work, I’ll hopefully have a break for you soon” Kogberegbe said.

“Playing fair” Dr. Okanlawon said in a dry tone

“I’ll like to clarify something however. You said your daughter never kept late nights?” Kogberegbe asked

Dr. Okanlawon sighed, fixing his gaze on an invisible patch on the rug “I cant explain her dressing; in fact, I was surprised to see such scanty clothes and heavy makeup on her. That’s not the child I knew”

“Are you often at home sir?”

“I’m a very busy man, detective” Dr. Okanlawon raised his eyes suddenly to meet Kogberegbe’ reproachfully

“And your wife sir?”

“If she isn’t ambitious, she wouldn’t be where she is today, would she? But if you’re questioning the upbringing of our child, I warn you to thread softly” Dr. Okanlawon said in an intimidating voice.

“Did you know sir that your daughter used to go clubbing?”

“What are you implying?”

“I’m simply stating facts sir. The true reason your daughter used to sleep late was that she spent the nights partying. According to your night guard, she started this from her last year in secondary school- which tallies with when you said she started waking up late”

Dr. Okanlawon’s jaws worked furiously, muscles in his forehead becoming visible “Musa!” he beckoned menacingly “Musa!!” Musa came scurrying in. If Kogberegbe thought Musa trembled when he saw him downstairs, he had another thought forming. Musa rattled so much he would have broken to pieces if he were to be china-ware.

“What’s this I hear about Ronke?” Dr. Okanlawon demanded

“Oga sir, not…she…when-“

“How could you?” Dr Okanlawon said, looking like he would like nothing more than to draw Musa’s blood.

“If you’ll excuse me sir” Kogberegbe cut in “You’ll have to settle domestic problems later because I would like to carry on with my investigation. Contrary to your better judgment though, I will implore you to allow Musa stick around until the investigation is through. I want his mind to be clear and accessible for questioning”

“He’s not staying anywhere around me! If not for my wife’s intervention, he would rot in prison, and would have started hours ago” Dr. Okanlawon said vehemently

“I would like him to stay around if you please. Things may come to his mind with time, that has escaped him now”

“He can do his thinking in a cell!” Dr. Okanlawon said

“You want us to find the murderer, Doctor!” Kogberegbe said firmly.

“You’ll have your reputation ruined if you don’t” Dr Okanlawon said, turned briskly and walked away. Kogberegbe sighed, rubbing his eyes and walked past the confused guard, knowing his day just started and it was going to be a long one.

The sun had gone down by the time Kogberegbe stepped out of the Okanlawon’s house, and the breeze was stiff and warm. He had one last scan of the layout before getting in his car and driving off.

In his office, Kogberegbe placed calls to media houses plus some other links he had and pulled as much information on the Okanlawons as he could. He waited long enough in the office to download the information that had been sent to him via the internet. He picked his chart board and headed home.


There were bits of nasty information, as was expected of any political figure; the media in Nigeria caught their fun mostly off politicians. But mostly, Dr. Okanlawon had a clean slate. Next, Kogberegbe picked his chart board and plotted his findings. When he was through, his head ached madly. He made for the kitchen, his eye catching the kitchen clock. He had skipped lunch in the excitement of the day. He halted at the thought of lunch; his hand froze on the refrigerator door.

Oh no! he was going to lose Morenikeji as well. Why was he a scum when it got to women? He’d stood Morenikeji up three times in a row now and he knew there’d be trouble soon. Kogberegbe counted himself experienced after a failed marriage, five failed relationships before that and three after. His ex-wife was in Ghana, long remarried and had a son with the new man. Kogberegbe didn’t blame her; as she’d accused him, his priorities were misplaced.  But he loved his job and had loved it before loving her. Not that he intended to but he always got carried away with the flow of work. Kogberegbe was married to Serena for four years and started noticing strains in the relationship by the second year. Serena wanted a baby and though Kogberegbe wasn’t impotent, they just never made babies. Their Doctor unfortunately suggested that Kogberegbe slow things down a bit as that could be a limiting factor – but Kogberegbe couldn’t. Finally, Serena blamed him for not doing his bit in making a baby, things deteriorated until she eventually preferred spending nights with friends and relatives. She served him the divorce letter on the night of their fourth anniversary.

Kogberegbe was half Nigerian and half Ghanaian, born and schooled in Nigeria. He however went to England to study Criminology and further trained as a detecttive, where he met his wife. His mother died of cancer and his father, who was old even before he married Kogberegbe’ mother, died peacefully in his sleep at a ripe age while Kogberegbe was back in Britain. Once in a while, Kogberegbe visited his uncles and aunts in Ghana.

Kogberegbe brought out a container of half used corned beef from the fridge and three packs of noodles from a drawer. That was the fastest thing he could make and he was starving! While the food cooked, he picked up his phone and dialed Morenikeji’s phone number. As he expected, she didn’t pick up. Why were women all the same? He wondered. Not one of those he dated managed to act differently. They knew his busy lifestyle before agreeing to go out with him, still they wouldn’t understand. He met Morenikeji during a hospital investigation where a woman complained her child was swapped for a dead one after delivery. She claimed there was a mark on her baby’s arm when she delivered and the dead one, after a long battle with the Doctor to produce the dead body, she noticed the baby didn’t have the mark. Investigation proved she was simply delusional.

Morenikeji was one of the nurses in the hospital, they stuck up a personal conversation almost immediately and they’d been close ever since. It was hitting two years now, the longest since his divorce. Kogberegbe liked and respected her but he didn’t want to deceive himself about loving a woman as he had discovered it was a difficult task for him, considering his job. Morenikeji was his perfect picture of a lady, close to his ex-wife’s profile. She was tall, dark and fleshy though he wouldn’t call her fat. Most importantly, she was smart. They had a bond and though Kogberegbe would fight to keep it intact, he didn’t know to what extent he’d go. Kogberegbe poured himself the hot meal and gulped it down without bothering to assess the taste.


Kogberegbe woke up feeling like he’d been through the mill. He realized he slept off on the sofa. He yawned, found himself an aspirin and fixed a hot bath. He was going to need a break soon and for the fifth time that year, he promised himself he would.

As Kogberegbe pulled on a well worn pair of jeans, he mused over his findings. The story made no sense. The first and so far, the only motive was political but Dr. Okanlawon didn’t seem to have made any extraordinary enemy that could resolve to kill his only child as a form of revenge. Or did he?

Kogberegbe suddenly wondered if Dr. Okanlawon told him everything he knew. It often happened that important information be withheld during questioning. Kogberegbe made a mental note to re-question the deceased’s father. That part of his job suck but he was used to not just facing people’s grief but digging deeper into it if need be. Another aspect of the story he couldn’t shake was the double life the girl lived. That could be an important lead he was omitting.  What if she, and not her father had made a strong enough enemy to get her killed?

He double checked his house security system and drove out of his garage. His car, like his favorite jeans, was well used.


19 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. G
    Jun 15, 2013 @ 04:56:25

    Can we agree how many weeks this suspense is going to last? Ehn ehn….see you next Saturday


  2. amaeze
    Jun 15, 2013 @ 09:03:55

    Inspector Kogberegbe the super detective. We will continue next saturday .


  3. Yetundeadebiaye
    Jun 15, 2013 @ 15:50:48

    I hope this won’t last another 16 episodes?


  4. tosin
    Jun 15, 2013 @ 16:22:34

    Hmmm,suspense…I’m so eager to know the enemy and the motive.


  5. biddie
    Jun 15, 2013 @ 18:38:43

    This is super story
    A life of _______

    Sorry, dis is much better


  6. Dennis Agyeman
    Jun 16, 2013 @ 12:14:02

    Very short…


  7. Mosope
    Jun 17, 2013 @ 12:51:49

    Hmmmmmmm!!! Cnt wait for nxt saturday.


  8. Yemisi osofero
    Jun 21, 2013 @ 18:41:06

    Great job!


  9. Bukky-blez
    Aug 27, 2013 @ 23:15:50

    Very Intriguing Temi…. When i started reading coudn’t stop until i finished.


  10. temitopeobasa
    Sep 27, 2013 @ 06:09:12

    Reblogged this on temitopeobasa's Blog.


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