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D9ty7....come o,I m looking for the concluding part of this movie story.please where did you hide it?

[quote author=D9ty7 post=44014949] 7
OJO



As early as 10AM this morning, I was led into the Lagos state high
court with four armed policemen behind me and two mobile policemen in
front. Both the interior of the court and the exterior was filled up
with people who are interested in knowing what my fate turns out to
be. Also, hundreds of local reporters and journalists were camped
outside the court. Such that as soon as I was let out of the truck
which brought me from the police station, several microphones and
recording gadgets was placed in front of me. With questions like;
how do you feel about being sentenced to prison today? Being charged
with murder, and obviously guilty of the crime, which will you prefer,
life inprisonment or outright capital punishment?
Even though I couldn’t answer any of the questions, they still
brought tears close to my eyes. It was then the realisation hit me
that , I may as well be going to prison from the court. And judging
from my last meeting with my lawyer, he couldn’t give me any assurance
that I would leave the court a free man. All he did was to give
tactics that may not work out eventually, but I was hopeful, because
he asked me to be.
I was led to the cockpit by Cain, my police friend.
“Don’t be afraid. Goodluck.” He said as he shooked at the crowd behind me, eighty
percent of them are lawyers, judging from their appearance while the
rest contained journalists who mostly were on their feet. I further
used my eyes to look from one face to another, afterall, I know what I
was searching for.
“Where is she?” I asked myself. And just then, everyone stood
up. Alas! The judge just walked in.
Moments later, the court clerk read the application of the case,
after which she invited the prosecutors. Mere sighting them destroyed
my morale and the first thing that came to my mind was a picture of
the dreaded Kirikiri maximum prison.
Leading the team of prosecutors as they walked toward their seat was
a very familiar face, in person of a senior advocate of Nigeria. He
was my boss bestfriend and he liked me a lot. I could remember the
night my boss was killed, when he was leaving after the birthday
party, he had difficulty igniting his car and I quickly put my
experience to use. To show his appreciation, he gave me a one thousand
naira note, after which he promised to invite me to his office with
the possibility of finding me a job, much to my boss delight. Now, he
wouldn’t be inviting me to his office, neither would he find me a job,
but rather send me to jail.
“I’m done for.” I concluded.
I was lost in thought until the first question hit me.
“Are you guilty or not?” My late boss friend asked.
“Yes.” Out of reflex, I answered. But he probably to make me
clarify my ‘Yes’ decided to repeat the question.
“Mr Ojo, you were on the 10th of this month charged with murder,
after being caught trying to scale the wall of Anthony estate, moments
after Barrister Joe was murdered in his apartment. Investigations
revealed that you worked for the deceased until his death, and your
prints was found on the deceased’s body. Are you guilty or not?”
“I wasn’t caught trying to jump any fence.” I replied.
“Answer my question, are you guilty or not?” He said sternly.
“Not guilty.” I replied defiantly.
He stared at me long enough that it sent shivers down my spine. It
is obvious he was expecting me to plead guilty. But according to what
Barrister Ben told me the last time we talked on phone, he said;
“disappoint them all you can, because they expect you to go down
without a fight.”
“According to investigations carried out, you worked for the
deceased until his death, did you at any point have any
misunderstanding with him?” He asked.
“None that I could think of.” I replied.
“And you were regarded as the deceased’s closest and favorite
employee who knew everything about his dealings. Do you know if he ran
into trouble with anybody?” He asked.
“None. My boss was easy going during his lifetime, so he never
ran into trouble with anybody.” I replied.
“That will be all for now, my lord.” He bowed before taking his seat.
“The defence counsel please.” The court clerk announced.
Barrister Ben stood up calmly, while bowing to the judge at the same time.
“My lord, I believe this is a hearing and not a trial. Why is my
client being asked trying questions?” He asked.
No one gave him answers for the question, but he continued regardless.
“I believe this court of law stands for equality and fairness.
And as the judge presiding over the court, I believe the
aforementioned virtues is what you st
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Guy! U are making my heart to beat harder.

D9ty7:
47

"But why would Ojo do that?" Lola asked.
"Don't get yourself all worked up." Ben replied.
"No. I'm just thinking. You have been helping Ojo since the beginning of this case when all hope was lost to you securing his bail on two different occasions. I am wondering why that same Ojo will connive with kidnappers to kidnap your son. To what end?" Lola poured out. "For the money?" She asked. "Even if you pay a billion naira as ransome, that won't stop his case."
"I really don't know what to think anymore. And to say my wife thinks I knew about the whole thing."
"That's impossible. How could you?" Lola kicked. "But wain! Your wife? Is she back?"
"Yeah. She returned a few weeks ago. I wasn't in support of it though, but my hands are tied."
"You owe me no explanation." Lola said assuringly.
"But wait! Do you think Sharon can do this?" She asked. "Let us agree Ojo is part of the kidnap. What about Sharon? Is she also a party to it? I mean, she singlehandedly made Ojo run away, and now she has too."
"That is why I am confused." Ben replied. "Sharon would never support Ojo. So, her involvement is out of it."
"Meaning, Ojo might be innocent too?"
"Most likely." Ben replied.
A knock sounded on the door. "Who is it?" Lola asked as she made for the door.
"Good afternoon, is this Miss Lola's apartment?" A middle aged man asked.
"Yes. How may I help you?" Lola asked.
"I take it that you are Miss Lola?" The man asked.
"Yes."
The man kept quiet for a while staring from Lola's face to her slightly buldgy tummy.
"I'm sorry, but you are under arrest." The man said.
Lola could only laugh. "You knocked on the wrong door sir. Under arrest for what?"
"Well, you answer lies in our station, but I'll tell you." The man replied. "We recieved a petition from the Lagos state command about a criminal who is under trial. He reportedly ran away after masterminding a kidnap. Another crime. The criminal is your boyfriend according to reports and you met him two days before the kidnap. We believe you know where he is." The man explained.
"Is everything alright?" Ben's voice came from within.
"Please come." Lola replied.
Within ten secods, Ben was standing in front of the police officer who introduced himself and his assignment.
"Ben, why are you doing this?" Lola asked.
"Doing what?"
"You pettitioned the police, then came here to talk to me, only for the police to show up here. Do you think I am hiding Ojo?" Her voice was becoming shaky.
"Of course not. But..." Ben tried to disculpate himself of the allegation.
"Please ma'am, can we go now?" The officer asked. By now, two other uniformed policemen have joined them.
"Of course." Lola replied. "Let me just lock my door."
Ben stepped out to enable Lola lock the door into her room.
"Please officer, who pettitioned the police?" Ben asked.
"The parents of the missing boy."
"Did you just say parents?" Ben asked.
"Yes. The father and mother of the missing boy."
By the time Lola was led to the waiting police van, her neighbours have gathered outside to watch.
"What's going on?" It was Bukky, her bestfriend.
"I am being arrested." Lola replied.
Bukky gasped. "Why?"

At the police station, Lola was made to sit in a clean cell behind the counter as she awaited the return of Bukky and Ben from the Comissioner's office.
"When am I going home?" She asked immediately they came out.
"They are preparing the paperworks for your bail and it's going to take a while." Ben replied.
"And?" Lola asked.
"You will go home afterwards." Ben replied.
Lola smiled. Afterall, she wasn't going to spend the night behind the bars.
"But I have to go now." Ben announced.
"Go where?"
"Lagos." Ben replied.
"And what about my bail papers?" Lola asked.
"My family needs me." Ben replied.
"Does that mean I will pass the night here? Ben!"
"I don't know, but I seriously have to go. I wish I could help." He replied.
"Even with my condition you think sleeping here tonight is okay?"
"I am not responsible for whatever condition you are in. I have a family that needs to be attended to." Ben replied, a little bit angrily.
"You can go." Lola said, trying not to cry.
Ben made to leave, but he found himself turning back.
"I'm sorry for how I sounded. It has really been hard on me....." He was explaining.
"Oga leave." It was Bukky. Speaking for the first time.

--tbc...

sometimes when my thinking comes to conclusion that THE WORLD IS NOT A BETTER PLACE.

Lilyomi2:
I said it. Running away was wrong. The truth would have come out once the kidnappers came out demanding a ransom.

yes u are right.i knew at the moment he agreed to run away that he has curse himself a huge mountain of load he wouldnt be able to lift.

yusufibrahim:
I still think ojo should go with wale's advice.... Even though we know if it happens to anyone one can't think clearly ...... Nice work D9ty7 more grace to you

exactly

Buy y? You left this uncompleted too.

update pleaseeeee

I was told that you're through with this story. please how do I get the remaining part of it which I believe has been removed.

bullshit don't start wat u can't finish Mr d9ty7 u ve a nice story nd started well but now I don't get it

What's the hold up? Can't believe there's no update since the last time I checked in... Hope nothing bad/negative is wrong with him tbough

Bro, Why do you leave most of your stories uncompleted and even the one you started on penprimus. the site didn't connect again.

God bless the Writer

Hello 9ty7 I followed the Thomas storybut didn't see the concluding part please can u send it to my email Nambeachristy@gmail.com.

Whoever have link or PDF of this story should kindly send it to me through jamohlah@gmail.com or Whatsapp 08029286885. Thanks

Blurd 💔💔.... Please complete this story nahun

Hmm story of 2016 still making sense