[color=#000099][/color] This stories looks like reality to me. Crying for rose . And the award 4 the best writer on nairaland goes to sammy. Keep it up bro

This is to inform Mr Sammyhoe and his wonderful fans that d9ty7(Sammy's apprentice) is starting a new story at the end of september, titled: ALL IN A CIRCLE.
It is a story of a father and his two sons, one a criminal and the other a policeman. The father is the chief sponsor of the most notorious terrorist group in the country where his son is the main hitman unknown to him and his second so is on a quest in figuring out the terrorists(his brother) and their sponsors(his father)
Sit back, relax and enjoy the story.
LOVE- AFFECTION- BETRAYAL- ROMANCE- CRIME- MURDER- FAMILY- ENEMITY- THE GAME- IN ONE FAMILY- IN ONE CIRCLE.
The link to the story is.....
https://www.nairaland.com/1882637/all-circle-crime-story

Good morning to u all

OMG!!! I jst feel lyk killing John.he's a beast..

Johnnuu!!!! dere is God oooo....

Omg. Johnny are yo mad? o . Ur own daughter. Ah ah ah. I pray 4 God intervention o. Ehn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! "In Rihanna's voice'' And the award 4 the best writer goes to you@sammyhoe 4 writing this story. Very inspiring. Keep it up BRO

What!!!!!!

Hope what happened to Bimbo in HIP in 1979 is not about to happen to Rose in 2001?

talk2riel: Hope what happened to Bimbo in HIP in 1979 is not about to happen to Rose in 2001?

Let's watch and see!!!

Pls sammy don't complicate this rose issue...

John z alrdy insane...so obvious.

Vibra: Pls sammy don't complicate this rose issue...

Trust me I won't... update follows immediately

Hummm! I knw it wil hapun.

Still following SammyHoe.....this piece is really touching

As a real man am nt suposd 2 cry *sobbing*

I wonder if/when this suffering and maltreatment will stop.

Nice one sammyhoe but pity this girl na

Well done prof.,
Happy Sunday everyone!!!!

ds story is vewi vewi touching..i cn feel deir pains.

Sammy!!!! How many time I call u, if dis girl suffering no end by ur next update, I go fight u o..haba! U wan kill her, anyways, WE ARE ABLE!!!

Oga sammyhoe, pls read d personal text of royver. On d day of Toyosi's burial it will rain heavily so she is not given a proper burial. Toyosi, God will judge u! (3x)

MoriYanu: Sammy!!!! How many time I call u, if dis girl suffering no end by ur next update, I go fight u o..haba! U wan kill her, anyways, WE ARE ABLE!!!

I second am..haba!this is three much

seunviju: we can forgive but to alwx forget isn't dat easy to do

Oh, so you think that's easy to do. Abi?

seunviju: which kin cloth be this for tears wiping,you wan allow that thing wey open mouth swallow me ni?No thanks to you before

the cloth no fit do anything na,
Oya come back and thank me, now now!!

tenajtek: Oga sammyhoe, pls read d personal text of royver. On d day of Toyosi's burial it will rain heavily so she is not given a proper burial. Toyosi, God will judge u! (3x)

what's going on?

Hmmm.

No matter how long the night maybe, there will always be a Daybreak!!

Well done, boss.
We Are Able!!

Queenxstar: mmmmh...

Nooooooooo

Sammy g is a born genius, keep it up.

Good morning everyone...
Update is here...


[b]CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Mrs Omotayo enrolled me and her children in a school for special people. She arranged a taxi to be taking us to school and bringing us back everyday.

It was already second term but I had to begin with them like that.

Toyosi had also found something doing, therefore she wouldn't be home every time, unlike before.

I was enrolled in Jss 1 with Laide, the lame daughter of Mrs Omotayo, while Biodun was in JSS 2. We all had our different classrooms. Biodun was in the class of the blind where they had to use Braille for reading.

Whenever we were back from school, we would stay within the compound and have fun. I began to fall in love with Biodun, not minding the fact thay there was no way we could communicate since he had no eyes to see my sign language and I also had no ears to hear his speeches. Love is blind indeed, I thought, since the love of my heart, Biodun, is blind. Having true love is not when you fall in love with people with riches or with people in perfect conditions, but when you fall in love with those who are not perfect, overlooking their imperfections.

Laide became our middleman. She would relay anything I wrote on paper for Biodun by speaking directly to him and Biodun would speak back to her, then she would write whatever Biodun said in a paper and give it back to me.

I also had my functions. I would lead Biodun around, holding his hands. Sometimes I would put my left hand around his neck to show affection but he would recoil, removing it for me. I would feel embarrased.

Are we not old enough to play love? I thought. I am already thirteen and Biodun is fourteen, so what else are we waiting for before starting a relationship? I thought childishly.

I also helped Laide push her wheelchair around the house. She loved being pushed around because it always gave her the feeling that she was walking.

However, we always came across one confrontation and that was Bode. Whenever Bode was back from school, then for sure trouble was around. Though the youngest, he would brag around us, trying to show false seniority.

Bode was just eight years, but his wicked acts seemed too much for his age. Bode would pinch Laide on her back and push Biodun out of his way. They would shed tears sometimes and curse him.

I couldn't do anything to him because of his mother. Each time he was oppressing us, I would clench my fist as if to punch his face, but my muscles would relax again at the thought of what Toyosi could do. Toyosi could pull me out of school again, despite the fact that it wasn't her but Mrs Omotayo that was paying my school fees.

My childish love for Biodun developed so much. I had already derived pleasure in leading him around.

I had watched the television and had learnt how to kiss in it. I was going to practise that on the love of my heart, Biodun. But each time I wanted to do it, my heart would thump for fear.

I knew what to do; I would tell him that I loved him and I wished to be his wife in the nearest future. I wondered how Laide would feel.

That particular day, I entered the toilet to pass excreta. Laide and Biodun were in their parlour because they wanted to avoid Bode who was a thorn in their flesh.

I had to rush everything I was doing so that I could go to them and have fun with them. Perfunctorily, I cleaned myself up and began to rush to their room. I met a mess--both Biodun and Laide had fallen down. I had to quickly help them up. It was an accident; Biodun fell while he was walking around in the room. He fell on Laide who was on wheelchair and both of them fell to the ground.

I couldn't show Laide the loveletter again. I was disappointed. The loveletter was supposed to be read into Biodun's ears, but since they were not in a good mood, I couldn't do that again.

Biodun and Laide began to speak to themselves, weeping profusely. I couldn't hear them but I perceived they were depressed. It seemed they were very bitter against someone, perhaps against God for not preventing them from the evil which befell them when they were still babies.

I made a signal to Laide that she should tell me what happened. She understood my hand movement so she requested a pen. I got it for her. If Laide's left hand was also paralysed like the right one, there wouldn't have been a way the three of us could communicate. I thought that was something to thank God about; he would always leave a space of thanks in everything.

Laide was left-handed so she had no problem writing. She passed the note to me when she was done. I began to read:

Rose, this life is too hard on us the disabled people. Why are we not able to do what able people do? Imagine, if danger arises how do we run? I have no legs, he has no eyes and you have no ears. Why? We are tired of living, Rose. Yet Bode would keep complicating issues for us by beating us up and kicking us. I and my brother wish him nothing but death. Bode would not stop at that; he would also call us names and make us go mad...

I felt their heartrending pain. I wept with them and began to write something. Laide would read it in Biodun's ears.

My write-up was geared towards making them know that if they put their minds on something, they would do it better than the able people. At that juncture, I remembered my class-teacher and my mother who kept telling me that I was able, but I kept telling them I was not back then.

Now, I needed no one to tell me that I am able, having lived without my parents and guardian for over ten months. I had even checked Mrs Oyin in her home some weeks back but I met another family there. I got a note and asked them where she was. They told me she sold the house to them.
I left with the understanding that she had travelled to London to join her family there.

Laide read my write-up and began to frolick on her wheelchair as she read it in the ears of her elder brother, Biodun. The boy was also happy, laughing with all his strength.

My Write-up

Oh how I missed my teacher, Mrs Oyindamola. She is a honeycomb with sweetness. She is an eagle with foresight. She is an elephant with intelligence. She is a Lion with courage. She is a horse with strength. She is my mentor and my monitor; my hope and the reason why I could cope. Last year, when I didn't stop calling myself a deaf and dumb, she told me to stop saying that. She even told me that I could hear and speak. She told me that there are too things, either everybody is deaf and dumb or everybody can hear and speak. I disagreed and asked her to show me the practicality of her argument.

My clasteacher did something funny. She invited a normal person who could speak and hear to our classroom and told us to ask him questions in our usual sign language. We began to bombard him with a lot of questions but the man appeared dumb to us because he couldn't respond a word. He couldn't understand us.

What is your name? Where do you live? What are you here to do? Would you like to eat something? Do you have kids? So and so went our questions but he pulled up a confused face, then we began to laugh him to scorn, pushing at ourselves as we used him to catch fun.

He is dumb! He is dumb! we signed to each other that day until the man hurried away from our presence. My classteacher then told us that being deaf and dumb doesn't contain in the lack of using the mouth to speak alone. So far we could use other means to communicate, then we are not deaf and dumb.

So, Laide you are not lame because you could move with your wheelchair and Biodun is not blind because he could use his foresight and his inner eyes.
WE ARE ABLE!


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Jigsawkillah, Sam4jesuseva, etc...all my updates you people are sharing. Diaris God o o o o!!!

No mind me, thanks so much for sharing them

Thank you sammyhoe.

Me sef know there is God thats why I will share