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THE DELETED GIRL : Zara

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Amara Ezekiel is a twenty four year old girl from Yaba Lagos. She is dark skinned, beautiful in a natural way, with small tribal marks on her cheek and big glasses she wears when she reads. She is broke but very brilliant. She studied English in UNILAG and graduated with first class but she has no job. She lives in one small room where rain enters when it falls. She writes stories for other people on NovelUp to survive. She is stubborn, she talks to herself when she is scared, she never deletes anything from her laptop and she overthinks too much. Her mother died of cancer and her father left them when she was small, so she grew up having to be strong. She wants to be famous so badly and that is her weakness because people can use it to control her.Zara Balogun is the deleted girl. She is twenty four years old too, light skinned, i********: perfect, with a small moon tattoo behind her ear and she always wears white dresses. She is the only daughter of Chief Reuben Balogun who is the richest man in Lekki. She schooled in London and came back to Nigeria and became depressed. Three years ago everyone said she jumped from Ikoyi bridge and died but her body was never found. In public she smiles and looks happy but in her private diary she is dark, paranoid and she believes someone in her family wants to kill her. She keeps secrets, she lies a lot but she also tells the truth in strange ways. She was pregnant two months before she disappeared and she hid the test.Chief Reuben Balogun is fifty eight years old, a big man with big belly, bald head, always wearing expensive agbada and gold rings. He is very calm, he never shouts, but his quietness is more scary than shouting. He went from poor boy to billionaire through oil and land. He has married three wives and has many children but Zara was his favorite. He smiles but his eyes never smile. He controls everything and everyone in his house. He hates disgrace and he will do anything to protect his name. He hired Amara to write Zara's memoir for five million naira but he does not want the truth to come out.David Balogun is twenty nine, Zara's elder brother. He is very handsome with dreadlocks and tattoos, he owns clubs in Lagos and he smokes weed and drinks a lot. He loved his sister Zara more than a normal brother should. He is flirty and dangerous but when he is drunk he says the truth. He was the last person to see Zara the night she disappeared and he was driving the car that night. He feels guilty and he uses drugs to forget. He warns Amara not to trust his father and not to trust him too. He may be in love with Amara or he may be using her to find Zara.Inspector Kunle Lawal is thirty eight, tall with a scar on his eyebrow, always wearing black. He used to be a police officer and he was the one who closed Zara's case as suicide within twenty four hours. Now he works as private security for the Balogun family. He does not talk much, he just watches. He collected money to close the case but his daughter is very sick and needs hospital money so he is trapped. He calls Amara by 2:13 AM every night and says nothing. He knows what really happened on the bridge that night and he is scared someone will kill him if he talks.This is the core of the story. Their lives are connected by one night on Ikoyi bridge and one secret that Chief Balogun has been hiding for three years. Every character has something to hide and something to lose, and that is what makes the story full of suspense.

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THE DELETED GIRL: Zara
THE N5 MILLION EMAIL My name is Amara Eze and I am twenty-four years old, living in a single room in Yaba where the ceiling leaks whenever it rains and my landlord knocks like he wants to break the door. I had exactly N187 in my account. My phone was 3%. The small garri I had was finished two days ago. My mother in Ibadan needed money for her BP drugs and she kept calling. I was a writer but nobody was buying my stories. I had written 14 books on f*******: and nobody paid. That night, at 11:43pm, my phone vibrated. It was not a credit alert. It was an email. Subject: N5,000,000 FOR ONE BOOK. I sat up on my mat. The email said: "Write about Zara Balogun. Tell the true story. We will pay N5,000,000 when you finish. 50% upfront. Delete this email after reading. Come to 14 Bourdillon Road, Ikoyi tomorrow by 9am. Ask for David. Don't tell anyone." My hand started shaking. Zara Balogun? Everybody in Lagos knows that name. Zara Balogun was the most beautiful girl in Lagos. Daughter of Chief Reuben Balogun, oil billionaire. She went to school in London. She had 2 million followers on i********:. Three years ago, she jumped from Ikoyi Link Bridge. They said her body was never found. Her father did a big funeral with empty coffin. It was on all blogs. Linda Ikeji posted it. People said she was depressed, people said her father killed her for money ritual, people said many things. And now someone wants me to write about her? For N5 million? I thought it was scam. I replied: "Who are you? Why me?" Reply came in less than 10 seconds. "Because you are hungry. Hungry people don't ask too many questions. And because Zara liked your story on NairaLand last year. The one about the girl that disappeared." My blood went cold. How did this person know about that story? I deleted that story from NairaLand six months ago because nobody read it. Then another alert entered my phone. Not email. Bank alert. *You have received N2,500,000 from REUBEN BALOGUN GROUP.* Two point five million. Just like that. I screamed inside that small room. My neighbor Mama Tope knocked on my wall, "Amara, you don craze?" I deleted the email. I offed my phone and onned it again. The money was still there. It was real. I could not sleep all night. I was already seeing myself paying my mother's hospital bill, paying my rent, buying a small laptop that does not hang. Next morning, by 8:30am, I was in Ikoyi. I wore my only good gown, the blue one with small tear under arm. I used my last transport money to enter Uber because danfo cannot enter Bourdillon Road. The gate man will look down on you. 14 Bourdillon Road is not a house. It is a country inside Lagos. White mansion with cameras everywhere. Two police with guns at the gate. Green trees that looked like they were washed every morning. I told the policeman, "I am here to see David. For Zara." His face changed. He spoke into his radio. After five minutes, a tall, fine, light-skinned guy in white shirt came out. He was maybe 27, with low cut and expensive watch. But his eyes were red, like someone who had not slept for years. "Are you Amara?" he asked. His voice was tired. "Yes." "I'm David. Zara's elder brother. Follow me." Inside the mansion was colder than outside. Everywhere smelt like money and perfume. The AC was too much. Pictures of Chief Balogun shaking hands with presidents, governors, Dangote. But there was no picture of Zara anywhere. That was strange. If your daughter died, you would hang her picture everywhere. David took me to a small library at the back. No chairs. Just boxes. Boxes full of books, diaries, clothes. All belonging to a girl. "This is Zara's room," he said. "My father locked it three years ago. He said nobody should enter. But I kept everything here." He opened one box. Inside was a red diary with ZARA written in gold. And a phone, iPhone 12, cracked screen. And a picture — Zara in white dress, smiling on a boat. She was so beautiful it hurt. "Why did they say she jumped?" I asked. David looked at me, and tears came from his eyes. A man crying. "Because my father told everyone she jumped. But Amara, my sister never jumped. That night on Ikoyi Bridge, I was there. My father was there. And someone pushed her. I saw it with my own eyes. And my father told me to keep quiet, or he will delete me too, just like he deleted Zara." He brought out his phone and showed me a video. Dark, shaky, on a bridge at night. A girl screaming. Two men holding her. And a splash. My legs went weak. "What do you want me to write?" I whispered. David held my hand. His hand was ice cold. "Write the truth. That my sister is still alive. And that my father is keeping her somewhere. Find her before he finds out you are looking." Behind us, a door slammed. A deep voice shouted: "DAVID! WHO IS IN MY HOUSE?" David panicked. "Hide the diary. Quick!" That was how I met Chief Reuben Balogun. And that was how I knew the N5 million was not a payment. It was a price for my life.

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