He had been on the good business for years; so, killing, beheading, kidnapping, robbing and doing the usual assignment was not a new deal for him. This time he had succeeded cutting open an innocent pregnant woman, and doing away with her pieces of gold. It was a great feat since he started his profession, the highest gain of his humorous professional skills. His conscience had been buried years ago beneath the grave of his diaphragm, and the centre of his heart replaced with carbon dated stone. There was therefore no sense of guilt in any action he took; thanks to the secular world that has annulled the burden of morality and religion in the society.

It's about five months but he had not been able to sell the gold because of fear of police investigations or getting arrested by the EFCC (Economics and Financial Crimes Commission). The immense connection he built for years with his professional colleagues was the only key to open his new door of success. He began to make steps on how to sell the gold, with medium scale expectations; little did he know the price of gold had spiked in the international market for the past years. When the illegal buyers arrived to exchange Naira for the commodity, the cost of just half of the total carat he stole was enough to take him over the moon. It was then he knew his cruel action worthed the gain he was about to savour.
It took not up to 30 minutes when he received alerts flooding in from his local bank account. This time the alert had changed its tone to a more weighty sound. Behold, it was millions of Naira; the amount a senior civil servant in his locality would not earn for a life time, he got in just a blow. For him it was good to choose a good profession that cost no stress but brought great...