fiyah:


Ma'am, you guessed wrong. Lemme help u.
My story title starts with R

help me out, please

Hnmmm Nice... contunu sha

Keep it coming Ma'am! Following u like Instagram.
TiffanyJ, hassan85, Abuklaw, opey25,

Aipete2:
help me out, please

'Roommates' by Omoshelwa. I still long to complete that story.

Honestly, I didn't know Omoshelwa is a young lady like that belle she put on her profile. You are young and very good in your art. I like that!
The story has conspicuously shown bodes that it would turn out really great.
One day, I hope I'll become as good as you and, also, get better than you.

But surely, I kowtow for you, ma'am!

OluwabuqqyYOLO:

'Roommates' by Omoshelwa. I still long to complete that story.

Are u some wizard or something?

OluwabuqqyYOLO:

'Roommates' by Omoshelwa. I still long to complete that story.

Are u some wizard or something?

OluwabuqqyYOLO:

'Roommates' by Omoshelwa. I still long to complete that story.

holy ghost fire. Wow!!! Welcome back boss

fiyah:


Are u some wizard or something?

Are u some wizard or something?

welcome mama

fiyah:


Are u some wizard or something?

Are u some wizard or something?

Loooooooool!!! Please, we've got witch hunters where I stay. I did some malpractice. Lol!

But really, ma'am, you're beautiful.

Aipete2:
holy ghost fire. Wow!!! Welcome back boss

What did I do to warrant that na

Aipete2:
welcome mama

Thanks Ma. It's good having you here.

OluwabuqqyYOLO:

Loooooooool!!! Please, we've got witch hunters where I stay. I did some malpractice. Lol!

But really, ma'am, you're beautiful.

LOL... Thanks.

OluwabuqqyYOLO:

What did I do to warrant that na

i wasnt referring to you, twas to my boss shelwa. Shey i knw you ni

fiyah:

Thanks Ma. It's good having you here.

are you really Aisha?

fiyah:


LOL... Thanks.

Welcome. Are you through with University education?

Aipete2:
i wasnt referring to you, twas to my boss shelwa. Shey i knw you ni

I know you.

heemah:
Keep it coming Ma'am! Following u like Instagram.
TiffanyJ, hassan85, Abuklaw, opey25,

thanks for the summon. I am following now

heemah:
Keep it coming Ma'am! Following u like Instagram.
TiffanyJ, hassan85, Abuklaw, opey25,

Thanks for the invite heemah.

Wow...!!! Being a learner, when I see write ups like this I ask myself if I could write like this someday. Nyc piece!

Aipete2:
i wasnt referring to you, twas to my boss shelwa. Shey i knw you ni

So now u get it....

TiffanyJ:
Thanks for the invite heemah.

Thanks for coming ma'am tiffany. I've heard and read so much about you

TiffanyJ:
Thanks for the invite heemah.

Thanks for coming ma'am tiffany. I've heard and read so much about you

fiyah:


Thanks for coming ma'am tiffany. I've heard and read so much about you

Hope you heard good things about me? Well, the pleasure is mine. Keep writing, reading has always been one of my hobbies

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Following rather impatiently.
Thanks for summoning though, donno you still remember me

fiyah I am really enjoying ur story. d only detective story I av ever read is one "Tick tock' forgotten d author. I really enjoyed it n I think urs wud be a fun ride too.

So lemme do what u guys do to me......

Come and update!!!!!!!!

Representing estellar12. She's on a Long leave and I'm her informant

heemah:
Keep it coming Ma'am! Following u like Instagram.
TiffanyJ, hassan85, Abuklaw, opey25,

Thanks for the mention. following

[color=#770077][/color]hooked!

I'm here
though late hope I'm forgiven. this story promise to b nice as usual but pls don't let it stale
eeshfar harjibolar kingzpen u guys should kom o

The Edun Villa was a colossal and attractive sight to behold. It must had been the work of a highly experienced architect as it stood magnificently amidst beautiful and different flowers. The nearest house to it was kilometres away due to the length of the fence which encompass the building. The fence was high up that it would be difficult to see the roof of the building itself. I guessed it would be easy for whoever had murdered Chief Edun and his wife to escape unnoticed due to the distances between the Edun’s mansion and its neighbour. I parked my car distances in front of the Edun’s neighbour’s house. There was a car parked metres before mine and two men were screwing and unscrewing the wheel of the car. Half the body of one of them was completely hidden under the car as he dealt with the car’s wheel. The doors of the car were flung open and the other man had his legs out of the car placing his bare feet on the tarred road. I don’t know whether they thought that was some form disguise because I think it is a lame disguise if it ever was one 'cos it didn’t take me a while to know they were policemen. I smiled at their obvious disguise when Isioma and I stepped out of my car and walked past them towards the Edun’s gate. The men didn’t let their eyes off us.

Approaching the gate, I saw two Black Marias and a Mercedes Benz parked haphazardly in front of the car. Three policemen in uniform were before the gate while some were in the Black Marias. The men before the gate looked tired and worn out and I could see sweat glistening on the forehead of the standing two.

Two were standing at the edge of the gate while one was sitting on a purple plastic chair between the standing duos biting an apple hungrily. When we were in front of the gate. The sitting policeman stood up while others didn't change their position but they all averted their gaze towards us. He was a dark, tall, gaunt, hungry looking man. His scull could be traced behind the little flesh on his face.

‘What are you looking for here?’ He asked in an unmistakable Hausa accent his molars working tirelessly on the bitten apple. His tribe was evident in his spoken English.

I produced my I.D card in no time and so did Isioma. He snatched my I.D from me and read out my name slowly to himself squinting his gaze. It took him a while to complete his reading that I began to doubt his reading abilities. He stared at me and then back at the I.D to confirm if it was really me in the photograph. He repeated that again before handing my card back to me which I took gracefully, glad he hadn’t torn it with his intense stare.

‘So you are that Lanre George?’ He asked me giving me an unfriendly frown and a disgusted look like he just discovered that my body was emanating with a disturbing odor of faces which I accepted with a smile lighting up on my face. My name has become a song policemen chant despicably these days. I have had worst treatment from policemen and his reaction towards me didn’t freak me. Knowing that I wasn’t going to reply his stupid question, he went back to business.

‘Idowu!’ He called. The policeman on his right marched up to us and gave the Hausa man a ceremonial salute which every police give almost anywhere even where it's not needed. It was then I knew the man before me was the boss around here. He sitting while other stood already portrays that.

‘Take him to Mr. Edun.’ The Hausa man ordered the so called Idowu who replied with a guttural
‘Yes Sir!’ after that salutation then walked us into the building.

The exterior of Edun’s mansion was a tip of the ice berg of what awaits us in the interior itself. The mansion was distinct from houses I had ever seen and that is no exaggeration. The Villa which comprises of two big separate mansions which look exactly alike except for a few differences were slightly separated over a few a metres. They were both painted lemon and white. The roof was painted green as well and the buildings were surrounded by Pride of Barbados. On the far left hand side of the gate was an open garage which harbored cars of different sizes and models. And just before reaching the first building was a medium sized swimming pool. The water was so clean and steady that it seems like I was standing on a mirror when I looked right into it.

Idowu walked us to the second mansion and I concluded in my mind the first building must be the crime scene. The glass door gave way when we approached and when we entered, it shut. We walked into a large circular room which was well furnished and looked like a huge exquisite sitting room. There was a huge plasma TV which covered almost ¾ of the wall in which it was placed. There was a ceramic centre table as well in the centre of the room and the couches in the room wore tiger-furred coats and there was a big chandelier directly over the centre table. The rug in the room was green and it gives the room a pitch-like floor. The rug was circular and its circuitousness decreases in size until it was completely invisible at the centre of the room We took the elevator in the room instead of the stairs and we ended up in another large sitting room similar to the one on the lower floor. We kept opening doors after doors then after the third door, we stopped before a wooden door and Idowu knocked gently on what I guessed must be the last door.

‘Who is it?’ A heavy familiar baritone voice boomed from inside. I tried to figure out where
I had heard that voice from but my head wasn’t just booting. But one thing I knew was this particular voice was nothing similar to the voice I heard on phone a few hours ago.

‘It’s Sergeant Idowu, sir.’ our escort replied banging his leg on the well tiled floor raising his palm to his ear and putting out his chest in that infamous salute to someone who hadn’t see him.
‘Come in’ the voice ordered.

Idowu pulled the door handle one last time and he gave way for Isioma and me to go in then closed it when were inside. We could hear his fading footsteps after then.

The room we entered was a large room with bravura shelves. The shelves were nothing like the ubiquitous wooden shelves I had seen. Whatever the shelves had been made of were simply attractive. The shelves held books of different sizes and colours. The room had only two sofas and a desk with a plastic chair.

The room was well lighted and very bright as sunlight finds its way easily into the room through the large windows on adjacent sides in the room. There were two men inside when we entered. One of the men was sitting on a grey coloured sofa. He was a stocky, plump and very dark man that I knew his teeth were the only bright thing in his body as his eye was a mixture of red and black. Edward Compton, Chief of Police was in his mid-fifties. He had a bald head that had been shaven till it shone and I could see myself through it without any deflection. He was wearing a turquoise blue T-shirt which brought out the outline of his big belly over a black trouser. If I hadn’t known him to be in the force, he could easily pass for a politician. Beside him on a wheel chair sat a young man whom I guessed must be in his late 20’s. He was a bit fair with very dark hair full hair which had been trimmed to a considerable extent. He has a pointed nose which gives him a face similar to a mixed-race’s. Even while sitting on the chair, his height was a few inches higher than that of Compton who I considered tall. In conclusion, Seun Edun fits the description of a handsome young man in all respect if his paralyzed legs weren’t considered. Seun had this hard, angry face and I could guess he gets irritated at any slight mistake. Whatever this young man had gone through were hidden behind his pretty angry visage.

‘I had been waiting for you Mr. George.’ Seun said in that rich foreign accent I heard hours ago. He moved slowly with his wheel chair towards me by merely pressing a button on the left armrest on the wheel chair and also paused before me after pressing another button. I would have screamed’ AWESOME’ in Po’s voice if I were with Henry and Henrietta, my kids. This we do when we see something cool. And Seun Edun’s wheel chair was just too cool.

‘A pleasure meeting you.’ He said stretching out his hand which I shook warmly after murmuring a ‘You are welcome’ His palm was cold even though the weather wasn’t chilly. His pink thin lips parted ways slightly and it took me some time to understand that it was his own idea of a smile.

‘You must have met Mr. Compton if I’m not mistaken.’ He asked his face was as expressionless as a blank sheet of paper. I slightly nodded my reply glancing over at Edward who gave me a fixed frown which makes his huge cheek scrunch. Seun absolutely did not see Edward’s reaction.

Seun Edun wheeled himself towards the empty couch in the room and asked us to sit which Isioma and I did.

‘This young Lady is your partner I guess?’ He asked
‘Yes’

‘That’s nice.’ Seun replied thoughtfully.

Edward eased himself off the couch, the frown not leaving his old face.
‘Mr. Edun, I would be outside if you need me.’ He said reducing the pitch of his voice in a manner of respect. This is Edward Compton, the indestructible Chief of police acting all chilly towards someone who could pass for his first son. One can’t really underestimate the power of money.

‘No problem Mr. Compton. Of course.’ Seun said and we all watched Edward close the door behind him.

‘You must have heard about what happened to my Dad and my step mum. You know, I would just go straight to the point.’ Seun licked his lips and I almost thought he was lost of words. ‘I was heading home from the office yesterday at about a quarter past six with my driver. I knew something was amiss when despite the incessant honking, the gatekeeper didn’t show up. It was simply unlike Remi to leave his post. We parked the car outside and we walked in, I mean my driver and me and what welcomed us at the entrance of Dad’s living room was the body of the gate keeper. He had been shot on the forehead and the blood that escaped from the hole made sticky cud on the rug half dried. He was simply a dreadful sight. I was taken aback by what I saw and I knew something bad must have happened to Dad. You know he has retired and he stays home all day due to his failing health. My guess was right as he was the next body we saw. Then up the stairs in his room was the body of his wife’ Seun story wasn’t that different from the press’s except the part where the gatekeeper comes in. The press didn’t bother to add him to the headline as he might be considered insignificant.

‘You and his wife get along real well?’ I asked out of curiosity.

‘She is my father’s wife. What choice do I have if she seems a gold-digger and Dad fails to see that? The thing is, I wasn’t told about their wedding. I came home for my vacation and I discovered another woman had taken my mother’s place when my mother's body is still warm in her grave. You sure won’t understand how it feels when it seems your mother means nothing to your dad that she was quickly replaced with another woman in his heart even though she had suffered aphasia to her death.’ He smiled bitterly this time even though he was trying so hard to bottle his emotion. What does he mean by aphasia? I wondered.

'It wasn't really his fault anyway. He had been unfortunate enough to be encompassed in that woman's web of witchcraft. He was a victim of her evil and I wished I could save my Dad.' Seun said and I stared.

‘Dad was happy with Helen. But I never trusted that woman. She has thousands of skeletons in her cupboard. She wasn't the straight-forward type and my instinct led me to think she was planning something evil against Dad and her accomplice was John Deinde. Whatever the plan was, I had no idea but it later turned out that they both killed my Dad successfully but then, I was thinking Helen would have been alive but I was wrong. Deinde was faster and smarter. He had ended her life too in order to pose no threat to his well being.' I watched Seun Edun spoke like he came for Mars. Who is John Deinde?

' The thing is, John Deinde is one my dad's friend. His best friend. But all that seemed to change when Helen joined the family. Deinde would come here when Dad isn't home and when he is told about Dad's location, he would say he didn't want to see Dad but Helen. I often thought whatever they had was casual until I was proved otherwise.’ I could see his grip tighten on the armrest. He clearly hates this John Deinde.

‘His visit to Helen had been rather too frequent the past few weeks. I even caught him whispering to her a couple of times and I suspected an ace up their sleeves. They had both pretended like nothing was wrong when they saw me but it was obvious both of them were hiding something. Why this bothers me is because John Deinde is Dad’s friends. Why he suddenly switched to come here asking for Helen really bothers me. I was looking into what the two were hiding but John Deinde pulled a fast one on all of us. Dad, Helen and me.

‘I want you to look into this case. I am no longer safe and the police’s pace is nothing near impressive. I need somebody that would get me that criminal as soon as possible not some bunch of animals beating around the bush with low auspiciousness.’ He paused for a while then continued thoughtfully.

I understood every damn thing he said. It was time I spoke.

'Let's talk about the money.' I started with immense seriousness.

'I would deposit five million naira into your account today. You would have the same amount of money when you are through with the case.'

barackodam:
Following rather impatiently. Thanks for summoning though, donno you still remember me

Why won't I boss? Thanks for honoring the summon