--continuation--
Tolani was lying on bed listening to music. The time was nine o'clock in the evening and her friends Dolapo, Darasimi and Chioma are yet to be back.
"What on earth could be delaying them?" She asked herself, just then the urge to listen to music faded away and she started feeling uneasy.
She picked up her phone and called Dolapo.
"Hello Dollyp." Tolani said immediately Dolapo picked the call.
"Tola, wassup."
"What are you guys doing outside this late? Won't you come home?" Tola asked.
"I forgot to tell you. I am already at home. I need to stay with daddy." Dolapo replied.
"Really?"
"Yeah. What about Chioma and Dara?" Dolapo asked.
"I have not seen them."
"Why don't you call them?"
"Chioma is not picking up. Dara's phone is not going through." She replied.
"As at when I left them, they are still with Stephanie. Why don't
you call her instead?"
"I don't have her number." Tola replied.
"I'll send it to you and I'll keep tying Chioma's number from my
end here."
Dolapo later sent the number to Tolani who called Stephanie immediately and got the worst news of the year when Stephanie told her she already
dropped them off at the library. And the journey from the library to their hostel is not more than ten minutes by leg and according to Steph,
its almost over thirty minutes since she dropped them.
"Maybe they have decided to pass the night reading in the library."
She thought.
But hell no, the library has been out of bound from six o'clock in the evening ever since, a year one Chemistry student was raped and killed in the library a year ago. The only time the library is opened was during daytime. Even if they are in the library that doesn't mean they shouldn't pick their calls. It was then that her fears began to heighten.
"I pray God is with them anywhere they are now." She prayed as she picked her phone, her laptop and their chargers. She can't sleep alone in this room.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Sandra Oselu walked out of a popular night shift restaurant in town.
The restaurant doubles as a night club and it was only opened at night for late night workers who will be too tired to cook when they reach home and fun lovers who will go any length to enjoy themselves.
"Thank you very much for honouring me." Kelvin said to her as they leaned on his car.
"The pleasure is mine." Sandra replied.
"Hope to do this some other time." Kelvin said as he held her hand and walked her to her car, a white Chrysler300. Even though, he came in his wine coloured Nissan Murano, he felt inferior when he saw her car but he knew anyone who hears the name Kelvin Patrick, the son of Obi
Patrick will know that he is made of money. Driving a small car doesn't mean he is not financially buoyant.
Kelvin met Sandra on the social network few days ago and as a result of he liking her fan page, he got a friend request from her which he accepted without thinking twice. They got talking and they hit it up immediately, exchanging BBM pins and phone numbers before he asked her
out on a date the previous day which she consented.
Sandra drove off in her car leaving Kelvin behind basking on the euphoria of sitting next to an international celebrity. He smiled as he walked towards his own car. Maybe this is the bone of his bone which has been missing for many
years now. Or so he thought.
He backed out of the parking lot, swung the car to the main road and drove off a fufilled man.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++
Clement walked into his house late in the night around 9pm looking tired and sick.
"Welcome sweety." His wife said.
Even though the living room was dark, he could still make out his
wife's heavy figure on the three seater couch. He walked towards her and bent to kiss her.
"How was it?" She asked.
Knowing what she meant by the question he sat down and took his time to explain and recount how things went in Okoro's house.
The two couples retired to bed after praying that God continue to guard them from all evil.
Maybe their prayers would be answered, they don't know.
--to be continued--

[b][/b] Nice update,pls change where u write Okoro instead of Clement.

More updates will come later in the day but right now am waiting for the start of the E-workshop.
Do join me there. Even though am not a speaker, I may end up being a guest speaker. Who knows?

9ce story bro,more ink to ur elbow more grease to ur pen..#laughs# its vice versa na..kip d good work goin.

bro wetin 4 d next update #stil folowin

Gr8 update, more elbow to your grease (Whatever it means) and more brain 2 your head.

D9ty7 u wan kill all d gals? U come kill Okoro join? I still de here#

@D9ty7 I love dis!!! Plss keep it coming!!! More MB to ur fone!!

Hmmm Terrorist fal in luv wit a celebrity model *how ironic*

more more actions for this story is about to come... Waiting patiently..





Mods front page nah

[size=24pt]HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY TO THE FANS AND FOLLOWERS OF THIS STORY.[/size]

--continuation--
Tolani walked into the room early the next morning in her night gown.
The first time she is sleeping with a piece of cloth on her. She passed
the night in Tokunbo, a friend of hers who lived on the downfloor. She dropped her laptop, her phone and their chargers on her bed as she prepares for lecture. She has a lecture scheduled to start by 9 and end by 11. For the first time in two weeks, lecture rooms have been opened at last.
She walked into the bathroom to clean her mouth and take her bath. She removed the towel from her body and picked rom her body and picked up her sponge and soap when there was a banging sound on the door.
"Who could this be? Early in the morning. Maybe Chioma and Dara."
She said as she washed her hands off the soap and tied the towel firmly on her body. She walked out of the bathroom.
Stephanie rushed into the room dressed in her night gown too.
"Here you are Tola?" She said crying as she slumped on the bed.
Tola feared the worst but waved off the thought.
"Steph, what's the matter?" She asked fearfully.
"Chioma.....Chi....Chioma." She stuttered.
"What happened to her?" Tola asked, her agitation growing.
"She is.... I saw her her dead body somewhere there."
"Not again!" She screamed falling down in the process.
Tola changed her clothes and together with Stephanie and some other occupants of their hostel all ran to where Chioma's body was. But before they got there, her body has been transferred to the school's teaching hospital's motuary.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++
INSIDE THE OFFICE OF THE HEAD OF STUDENT AFFAIRS.
------------------------------------
"Mr Bankole, tell me something I don't know
about the student's of
this school." The head of students affairs, Mr Okanlawon said.
"Sir, if I tell you I know what's going on I'll be lying." Bankole
replied.
"You can just imagine. You a whole Chief Security Officer of the
school and three students have been killed in two weeks by unknown killers. Yet you said you don't know what's going on."
Mr Bankole bent his head in shame.
"Every sane human will know that there is more to this killings. Let me ask you. Have you ever tried to find out where these girls live? No.
They all live together. Now think about it. Five girls live together and three has already been killed. Don't you know the other two are in trouble?" Mr Okanlawon asked.
The door into the office opened and the secretary walked in.
"What is it Ann?" Okanlawon asked his secretary.
"Sir, some angry students are out there demanding your presence or they'll turn violent." Ann said.
"You see. Head of Student's affairs will always be in trouble
whereas, the school security men are far from doing their job."
Okanlawon poured out.
"Lets go and talk to them" Okanlawon said as he stood up and walked out of the office. On getting outside, Mr Okanlawon tried his best in making the group of protesters calm down but they kept asking question. The group was led by a final year law student, an activist in the making.
"Tell us what the school security is doing on the killing of our friends and sisters." Joe, the leader of the group of protesters
requested.
"Thank you Joe. Mr Bankole is here too. Mr Bankole come right
here."
Mr Bankole stepped forward to address the students.
"I pray these girls rest in peace. The school's security is making
effort to bring the killers of these girls to book and the police are
helping us on this too. But the first thing we noticed was that, the
girls being killed are friends and they live together. There is every
chance that they are members of the notorious female cult group, Jezebel of what do they call them." Bankole began.
On hearing this, the protesters stepped forward and attacked Mr Bankole despite the franctic effort made by Joe to stop them from going
violent.
"How dare you?" The asked as the kicked, hit and punched him all over his body and he pleaded for mercy.
It took the efforts of the security men in the student affairs's
administrative block to stop the attack on the CSO. Joe was taken to custody as the leader of the group and the others sent away from the premises while the CSO was taken to the health centre for treatment from injuries sustained.

--to be continued--
This Update is dedicated to that day, the day Sir Fedrick Lord Lugard almalgamated the Nothern and the Southern protectorate of the country Nigeria in 1914.

No waoo this thing don de pass play oo.



Happy independence day boss

@d9ty7 weldone, abeg d killing killing don do oh!

Same to you sir.

snowprince07: No waoo this thing don de pass play oo.



Happy independence day boss

[color=#006600][/color] happy independence oga mi we wish 9ja many more urs 2 come

--continuation--
Kelvin opened his eyes as the ray of light hit him directly in the
face. He slept late in the night and here he was waking up late. Truly,
early to bed is early to rise.
The event of the previous night came playing in his head and he
smiled. He remembered how he drove into the restaurant's parking lot,
got down from his car, adjusted his cloth and walked into the brightly
lit restaurant. He was quick to notice Sandra Oselu seated in the far
end of the restaurant. One thing that drew his attention was flashes
from journalist camera. They all are taking pictures of the popular
model. Kelvin, feeling on top of the world walked towards her full of
himself, took her hand and kissed the back of her hand like a gentleman
from Italy will do to his most priceless Jewel.
"Lord, I thank you...." He was saying when his phone vibrated.
He stopped praying and picked up the phone, it was a message from
Sandra which reads;
Good morning dear, hope you had a nice night rest?
He smiled as he sat down on the bed and started typing his reply to
the message. He ended up chatting with her for several minutes before he
realised that he is yet to pray, neither has he brushed his teeth or
taken his bath. He dropped his phone and walked towards the bathroom to
the the necessary cleaning. Certainly, today is not the day to pray.
He came back into the bedroom dressed in his tommy hilfiger boxers as
he began getting dressed for the day.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Victoria Vicky walked into the living room of her mother's duplex
located in the high brow suburb of Lagos state. Her mother, Mrs Sarah
Obi Patrick was Chief Obi Patrick's first and only wife even though they
are divorced now.
Their marriage was blessed with three children, two boys, Clement and
Kelvin and a girl, Victoria. The twenty five year old girl lived happily
with her parents and brothers until the age of fifteen when she just
got promoted to the final year in the secondary school, Senior Secondary
School three when Chief Patrick got to know about one of his wife's
numerous extra marital affairs with his ex-business friends some fifteen
years ago, exactly when Victoria was born.
He filed a divorce against his wife over the charges of infidelity and
unfaithfulness and irreconcilable differences. Sarah was stripped of
all she is entitled to as Mrs Patrick, she was sent packing with her
daughter who Chief Obi patrick denied the paternity.
Victoria who was matured enough to know what was going on at that time
decided to change her name from being identified as Chief Obi Patrick's
daughter. She stopped being Victoria Patrick and changed her name to
Victoria Vicky Adesola, her mother's maiden name. After several attempt
to make her face her studies, she dropped out of school in her second
year in the university after she was admitted to study Petrol-chemical
engineering.
"Victoria. Where are you coming from since last week?" Her mother
asked.
"Mum. I was with my friends, Tobi and Odunayo." She replied.
"But those girls are in school studying and you are not. Are they
on holidays?" Her mother asked.
"No mum. You know they'll graduate next month so we are working on
their project." She lied.
"Working on a final year student's project? With half education.
Okay o." Her mother said but not buying her lies completely.
Victoria is a professional assasin and a highway armed robber. She is
the joint leader of her gang which has perpetrated so many operations
in the city of Lagos and beyond.
It seemed that every child born of Chief Obi Patrick must in one way
or the other be involved with guns. Clement the first son is a
policeman, Kelvin, the second son is a terrorist while Victoria, the
last child and the only daughter is an assasin. Only time would tell.


--to be continued--
This update is dedicated to that day October 1st 1960. The day our beloved country became a sovereign nation. The day we got our independence from the British which is exactly fifty-four years today.

Chief patrick Obi, na only u waka come?
The lives of all ur chilrens will soon be in danger.

remaining too update b dat... Am waiting ooo

Stop d killing,we want peace.thanks for d update

Interesting... Chief obi Patrick self na wa 4 u oh...... E own hand self no clean... Na only Clement I de pity 'cos na only Him de clean

Heh...i pity Clement ooh
#Getting interesting.

Clement clean?[quote
author=Hameenat94]Interesting... Chief obi Patrick self na wa 4 u
oh...... E own hand self no clean... Na only Clement I de pity 'cos na
only Him de clean[/quote]

--continuation--
Clement stood near the police flagpost. He was leaning on the pole
conversing with some of his colleagues at work among whom were, Ngozi
and Mike.
"Seriously, I am begining to have a second thought about this whole
thing." Ngozi said changing the topic being discussed.
"Second thought about what?" Mike asked.
"This job. My fiance is complaining and am not ready to loose him
because of a job which has no security and we call ourselves the
security of the state." She replied.
"I don't get you." Clement said.
"Our lives are in danger. Imagine a policeman of Okoro's calibre
killed by the terrorist. Am tired o." She complained.
"Am disappointed in you Ngozi." Sergeant Charles said.
"Back to what we were saying before Ngozi's drama. It seems like the
Inspector General is bringing in some men from the FBI to assist us in
the intelligence aspect of our work." Mike said.
"Where did you get that from?" Clement asked.
"I was at the defence ministry today and I saw the men. They are
from the capital city, Abuja." Mike added.
Just then a white mercedez benz 190 drove into the police station's
premises. Three men alighted from the car and in a second, the Chief
Supritendent of the Area F-command, Haruna came out flanked by his
Assistant and Inspector Burahimo.
The men spoke in low tones and after a few seconds, they all walked
into the building.
"These are the same men I saw at the ministry." Mike said.
"If I may ask, what's your business at the ministry?"
"I was asked to come for a clearance alongside some other policemen
in the state." He replied.
"For promotion or what?" Ngozi asked.
"I don't know." Mike replied.
"You are being recommended for a transfer man. Maybe to the north
or the millitary." Charles said laughing.
Clement was lost in his own thought. Thinking about his career, and
everything that is connected to it. The police chiefs bringing in
experts from the country's capital means, something is lacking in the
south-west police command. He has been in the service for many years and
he has experience. He has been used on these kind of assignments too.
Where he'll be invited to handle a case alongside some top officers and
in the end, he'll displace the officers handling the case before he was
invited.
"I pray its not pay back time." He thought.
"Clement, where have you been?" Charles asked.
"In the moon." He replied absent mindedly.
"With Rachy?" Mike asked as they all bursted into laughter.
Just then a young constable walked up to them.
"Sir! Your attention is needed at the CSP's office." The guy said.
"Okay." Clement waved him off.
The young lad took off to tell the CSP what Clement just told him.
"I'll be back in few minutes guys." He said as he made to walk away.
"Time to handover." The thought of it amused him causing him to
giggle as he walked past a group of young femal constables gisting. They
have no worries other than come to work and go back home.
+++++The CSP's office+++++++
The well furnished office was spacious enough to have ten men in it at a time. A big mahogany desk stood with a chair behind it and two visitor's chair in front of the desk. On the left of the desk stood a conference table which has six chairs around it and a vase stood on top. CSP Haruna was seated on his seat, his assistant stood behind him as well as Inspector Burahimo. The three visiting FBI men sat on the chair opposite the CSP desk. One chair from the conference table has been added to thw two chairs.
"You sent for me?" Clement asked.
"Yes. I did." Haruna replied.
"Going straight to business. We have decided to hand over the terrorist's case to you permanently and these men will work with you on it. So get yourself acquianted with them and fill them in. Burahimo is going on leave." The ASP, Mr Babalakin explained.
"Okay sirs." He affirmed.
"So, do your job." Haruna enthused.
"This way." He pointed towards the door as he led the three visiting men out of the office.

--to be continued--

Gr8 one there kip it up

U're on fire man kip moving, FEED ME MORE FEED Me MORE WAKE UP

this is hotter than fire...

D9ty7 u failed ur promise yesterday ooh oya come update

Wonderful

--continuation--
Joe was seated in the school security complex looking deadly and dangerous. He was arrested for an offence he knew nothing of. Even though he led the group of protesters but he wasn't the one who gave them the orders to attack the school's CSO(chief security officer)
He was fuming with rage even though, he was not on lockup but he was made to sit down behind the counter desk at the reception.
"Useless boy. Come to school. study, graduate, get a job and live
happily. You are here fighting because some students were killed." One of the officers said.
They were all passing comments about him.
"Useless things. You ought to be in the army fighting terrorism. You are here in a univeristy fighting cultism." The thought of this amused him. The rhyme. (sm)
Just then siren could be here approaching the school gate. And the security complex was located right after the school's main gate. A convoy of cars numbering up to five drove into the school heading
towards the VC's(vice chancellor) office. Even though, the vc to be is
on sabbattical to Illinos(United stated) and on his return, he'll be
made the vc officially.
"Is that the state governor?" A man in the school security uniform asked his colleague.
"No. I think its the commissioner of education. He is here on the orders of the governor." His colleague replied.
Twenty minutes later the convoy returned and the state commisioner for education alighted and walked into the security complex requesting to
speak with the head of security. And since, Mr Bankole is indisposed to attend to him, they directed him to the deputy CSO's office.
"I want results. This is the only state university we have in this
state and our students should stop dieing. Remember, our motor is 'sustaining academic excellence.' Let the academic excellence be
sustained by us, and our children. Not killing one another." The
commissioner for education concluded.
"Right about now, we are on it and those killers will be brought to book." The Deputy CSO assured.
"Thank you for your time." The commissioner said.
"You are welcome sir."
The deputy CSO saw the honourable commissioner to the parking lot just when some angry protesters barged into the security complex demanding to speak with the commissioner. It took the efforts of the school security and the state's police to stop the students. Even though they ended up breaking the window of the commissioner's car before they were sent away as a result of the release of a deadly gas, popularly known as tear gas in the air.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++
Immediately he was through with the debriefing of the visiting
intelligence officers, he drove down to the university's permanent site.
"Excuse me, I need to see Mr Bankole." Clement said to the man
seated at the reception.
Joe recognising him greeted him and he replied him as cool as he
could.
"Mr Bankole is not on seat presently." The man replied.
"Fine, what about Mr Oye or Mrs Adelakun?" He asked referring to the deputy cso and the next in rank.
"You can't see him now. You have to wait first."
"Do you realise who you are talking to at all? Anyways, tell him
Inspector Clement wants to see him."
The man who was puching some numbers n the intercom stopped what he was doing and faced Clement.
"Go in sir." He said.
Clement walked in as directed. He pushed the door open and walked into the deputy cso's office. Mr Oye, the man in office was banding an envelope which was dropped earlier by the honourable commissioner.
"Oh! Mr Clement you are welcome." He said locking up his drawer.
"Thank you." Clement said sitting down before being told to do so.
"Hope no problem?"
"Mr Oye. Tell me your position in this school's security."
"Me or who?"
"Yes you and the whole security office."
"We are employed to check the activities of the students and guard the lives and properties, maintain law and order...."
"Thank you very much. Are you checking the student's activities? No. Are you guading their lives like you said? No. Are you maintaining law and order? No. Mr Oye, we both know you are doing nothing here." Clement replied.
"Sincerly speaking Mr Clement, we are trying but we can't fight thin air." Oye replied.
"You mean it? So the student's have turned to thin air? Fine, three students have been killed in this school in two weeks. I want result before the end of tomorrow." Clement said rising up.
"Okay sir."
"Can I get someone who'll show me the way to the student affairs complex?" He asked as he walked out of the office with Mr Oye behind him.

--to be continued--