Sammy Hoe: Final score for the week
M legend 36pts
Karev wite 30 pts
Gameboy 6pts
Others 0pts
Mr Legend and Mr Karev pls send Ur email address or phone no to Sammyhoe2000@gmail.com. Thanks.

Karev_wite: yo yo yo! rum...jst wanna xai tnx 2 ma boss sammyhoe 1st 4 d airtym n 2ndli 4 sharin a splufic n unique stori wer u smile,grin,laugh n learn yle readin...big up's 2 u man...kip up d gud wrk.

Michaellegend: words cannot express the joy in my heart... A big thank you to sammy hoe for d recharge card and d motivational story...you r d boss.
More ink to ur pen boss.

Sammy Hoe: Happy new week to you all!!!
My prayer to you this week is that you shall not grow weak like the wick of a candle but your strength shall be renewed like the eagles'. For my christian companions how was service today?

Sammy Hoe: CHAPTER THIRTEEN
RENEWED HOPE FOR HOPEFULNESS

As Vulnerability stepped out of the Dilapidation dwelling place with the Shield of Faith, he heard a still small voice whispering his name. As he turned around, he noticed Dwarf Faith.
“Dwarf Faith!” Vulnerability screamed shockingly.
“Keep y—your voice l—low,” the dwarf cautioned in a very low tone.
“So—you are not dead!” said Vulnerability delightedly. “Let me call on my parents to lend you a helping hand,” he suggested, turning around immediately, but the dwarf disagreed and said, “Please don’t do that. Help me all alone yourself; get rid of all these darts and I shall be alright.” Dwarf Faith spat blood.
“But my uncle, Doubt, will achieve this faster than me. Let me call him here.” As he mentioned Doubt, the dwarf recoiled and responded, “I, little Faith, can’t stand Doubt—in fact, it’s only Giant Faith that can stand out to stand Doubt. Whenever I see the face of Doubt I become weak and inactive, and whenever I’m not working it seems as though I’m dead. That’s why you see me lying as if dead few minutes ago.”
“So...Faith without work is dead, isn’t it?” Vulnerability deduced as he bent over the dwarf to begin rendering the help. Little Faith groaned each time the darts were being forcefully removed. When his skin parted ways with the last dart, he darted for the shield and made to depart at once.
“Mum asked me to take that to Father Sage, so don’t touch it,” Vulnerability protested but the dwarf laughed and said, “It’s my shield—the Shield of Faith. If I’d gone with it to the Hurt earlier, Mr. Oppressor’s fiery darts I’d have warded off. Come with me and let’s get to the Hurt huts. This time, I’ll rescue Hope.” Vulnerability lingered for lack of decision until they began to hear Doubt’s footsteps as he made his way out of the Hurt to get Revenge to do the job. In fright, the Dwarf held Vulnerability’s arm and whispered, “Come on, let’s go.” In a jiff, the two had fled the house unspotted by the man.
Vulnerability ducked behind the dwarf like a dumb duck as they trudged along. The rhythmic pattern of his heartbeat seemed to be out of place, for the fear that the proper arms to prevent harm were not in place. He feared for his life and for the hurt that he felt would soon befall him. As they approached the Hurt, Vulnerability halted and said, Dwarf Faith, let me remain here to watch how you will rescue Hope.” The dwarf laughed.
“Just watch and see how I’ll move all these mountains away,” the dwarf grew bolder as he began rolling away the boulders, rocking the rocks and mounting upon the mountains, leaving the hills beneath his heels. Vulnerability watched on until Dwarf Faith was out of sight.

Damex333: am still praying for dwarf faith. Oya i don quote you.

Damex333: am still praying for dwarf faith. Oya i don quote you.

Sammy Hoe: First question for today
Question 1/6
Who are the grandparents of Hope? Four names pls...

Sammy Hoe: “Who killed the bitches in my ditch?” Mother Witch howled in annoyance and everyone was silent. The wrinkles on the face of the witch had quadrupled to reveal the density and intensity of her lugubriousness. “I just discovered that five of my bitches are feared dead while the remaining five are in critical condition in their ditch. Who did this?” Badwill stared quizzically at Badwish, knowing quite well that it was Stubbornness’ handiwork. But the boy in question yielded a fishy look.
“Remain still everyone!” commanded Mother Witch outrageously. “I shall now tenaciously search the countenance of each of you my tenants to count the amount of frowns, dimples, wrinkles, smirks and goose pimples on them. Then I’m sure to deduce the truth.” She began to stare at every face, passing before Madam Pickoffence to Mrs. Jealousy, then to Mr. Oppressor, Badwill, Badwish, and then halted before Stubbornness. The woman tarried long before him, peering into his impervious globular eyeballs, and then she said, “Stubby, you are the villain.”
“Never!” Stubbornness denied. “How can I do such thing?” Mrs. Jealousy barged in to defend her son but the irate woman shunned her as she said, “Keep your nose out of this, Jealo! Nothing more would have suggested that Stubby is the evil doer—this battered face, scattered hair and tattered garment of yours, they all matter in this matter to stop these natters.”
“How?” demanded Stubbornness impatiently and she replied, “It’s certain that my bitches would not have remained maim while you were renting them to pieces. I’m sure they’d have tried to prevent you by renting your garment apart and tearing the foreskin of your forehead...just like this.” She was pointing at his face.
Stubbornness would not give in readily. He peered undauntedly into Mother Witch’s face and replied, “You are wrong!”
“Then prove it!” she yelled back. Stubbornness greased the corner of his lips with smirks as he smacked and responded, “Dwarf Faith beat me silly. He tore the foreskin of my forehead apart, as well as the locks of my hair. Then he made sure my garment wasn’t spared. Mother, where were you when the dwarf was tormenting me? You fled!” Stubbornness sobbed.
Mother Witch was touched by Stubbornness touching revelation. She allowed a tear to tear itself out of the large mass blurring her vision. Then she pulled the boy gently to her body and kissed his forehead.
“I’m sorry, Stubby,” she apologized. “You’re a hero for standing the threat of that late dwarf. How could I have forgotten so soon that your garment, skin and hair got tattered, battered and scattered during the tussle with Dwarf Faith. I AM SORRY!” she confessed once again.
Mother Witch set her eyes far away, allowing her gaze to fall on the Chamber of arms. Then she said, “I think I know who killed my bitches!”
“Who?” Mrs. Jealousy asked inquisitively.
“The one who is not here right now,” she whispered and nodded slowly. All necks turned around within a second, and the mouths above the necks pronounced “Baddream?” unanimously.
“Of course yes!” Mother Witch said as she turned to the two Bads present and asked, “Where is Baddream?” The Bads responded sadly, “He left for his chamber ten minutes ago, perhaps to take a nap.”
“Don’t give me that!” Mother Witch screamed at them as she turned to Mr. Oppressor and said, “Fetch him!” Mr. Oppressor hadn’t taken a step when Baddream rushed out of the Chamber of Arms, hastening towards Mother Witch’s direction.
“Mother! Mother! I have a bad dream!” he screamed as he held on to the old woman in horror.
“What are you doing with me?” Mother Witch whispered, having no clue as regards his bizarre attitude.
“Mother, halfway in my nap, I saw Stubby tearing apart the bitches in your ditch. He killed five and injured five.”
“What! Are you serious?” Mother Witch yelled.
“Of course, mother. Please trust me,” Baddream said. “His garment, skin and hair have the story to tell.”
“Shut up, Baddy!” Mrs. Jealousy screamed in protest, but Mother Witch retaliated, “You shut up, Jealo! Let Stubby speak for himself now.”
Stubbornness went sober as he sobbed out the truth of the matter. “I—I did it,” he admitted sincerely.
“What!” they all screamed.
“But it was not intentional,” he added. “Badwill and Badwish misled me. They l—lied to me that Hope was kept in the ditch. I—I believed and went down inside, only to be attacked by the ferocious beasts immediately. I—I struggled t—to be set free, then five bitches died in the process. I—I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?” Mother Witch laughed. “Sorry cannot raise the dead, so leave sorry out of this. In fact, say no more sorry in this Hurt, for you shall not escape this grave punishment that can land you in your early grave.” Mrs. Jealousy was taken aback by her speech. She went on her knees and pleaded for the life of her only son, but the elderly woman wasn’t ready to accept.
“Anyway—” she said, “I will allow Baddy’s dream to give the judgment.” She turned to Baddream and asked, “Baddream, so in your nightmare, what judgment did I give this poor thing?” Every eye gawked in Baddream’s direction as they suspected an unexpected response, but the boy took time to rest his mouth in comfort.
“Don’t waste the time, Baddy,” Mother Witch screamed. “What did you see in your—?”
“You did nothing to him,” Baddream said.
“Why not?” Mother Witch raged. “Don’t tell me that my loud noise terminated your dream this time.”
“Because Dwarf Faith arrived and you fled, then Stubby was beaten mercilessly by the dwarf.”
“Shut up!” Mother Witch screamed. “Dwarf Faith is dead, so what are you talking about? Or is it the scene we all witnessed an hour ago you’re talking about?”
“I don’t know,” Baddream said and then followed something that seemed like a déjà vu, yet it was the reality: Dwarf Faith had arrived the Hurt the second time, this time with his Shield of Faith...
“Are you—not d—dead?” Mother Witch whispered in shock.
“Not so easily,” the Dwarf responded cheerfully. “Now I’m back to rescue Hopefulness.” Mother Witch quickly cowered behind Mr. Oppressor but Stubbornness stepped out to take the challenge. Again, the dwarf knocked him down in a matter of seconds.

Damex333: hindrance inferiority despair austerity

Karev_wite: permission 2 4al out sire?

Sammy Hoe: Question 2
What is the name of the house where Revenge and his brothers live?

Sammy Hoe: Pls Michaellegend the defending champion should permit me to post questions this week also, because the rule states that defending champion will take over the postings for the following week. Am I permitted?

Karev_wite: permission 2 4al out sire?

Karev_wite: choi sammy ds 1 is a bit difficult o...d dotage cottage

Karev_wite: permission 2 4al out sire?

Damex333: The answer is the dungalow bungalow