oga sir abeg..help one of ur fans by updating this story

Tiny23:
following

Can someone take me to ajegunle?
Never been there
NairalandEFCC1,come n take me to ajegunle, pls

Ajegunle is not exactly your tourism spot but, we got nice people here.

[quote author=Ranchhoddas post=49028766]I am trying to think of where Adetola street is. Tell me the name of some neighbouring streets make I know your area.[/quote
It's 'Adetola lane' and it's close to New Creature church in 'peoples'

[quote author=porter9977 post=49028860]Nice work and am definately following.[/quote
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Thanks bro. Keep on.

[quote author=latbas post=49029436]this is getting more interesting bro. keep it up bro[/quote
Thanks bro, I'll do.

Nice.

https://www.nairaland.com/3327406/poetry-competition-1st-prize-n100000

Nice

https://www.nairaland.com/3327406/poetry-competition-1st-prize-n100000

latbas:
just keep this up, I bet u the literature section squad are coming in a force u that will blow your mind away

Thanks for the encouragement.

eldave:
Very sidonly following...

Keep on.

Ne0w1zarD:
E dey make sense!

I guess so. Keep on reading.

kuldude29:
op ride on I undstnd all d slang iya laya anybdy, but op I av a question, is will area regarded as aj or olodi apapa?

The posh people call it 'Olodi-apapa' but we call it AJ

smart2precise:
This is more than viewing a action film, i cherish ur courage to bring this to us. Bring it on. In mama patience's voice: constinue!

Thanks, I'll constinue.

EHMIR:
This story is to good o jerey for pop corn


iya riskat,abeg sell ewa agayin #200,bread #100 and 3 satchets of pure water...

Serve every body on these back sits the same thing,this place musto stink like ajegunle today



op,bread and bean or pop corn,which do u care for

Agoyin beans and bread na d food for life.

ateketom:
I grew up in ajegunle, precisely layinka street........admist the dangers in aj I can boldly say that it is the safest place in Lagos, as u hardly hear cases of robbery.....fight and gang war are always present but that's wat make ajegunle unique...... Its a place to behold

Yea bro. Anybody wey wan thief for AJ no like him life.

Silensa:
Abeg fire on, more ink to mb to your phone.

Thanks

bishopmart:
Nice piz, noolywood shld b involve

Make we dey see nah.

sinite93:
This thread has got many latent viewers like me. I'm really short of words to appreciate this creativity of yours. Please don't let it end here Mr. fikfaknuel

Thanks, it definitely won't end here.

[quote author=fikfaknuel post=49056331][/quote]Na Olodi be that na. No be core Aj. Awon Idewu, Muyibi, Palace Road etc.

smart2precise:
I think d name of d major character shouldn't be basira but "basiru or bashiru n his wife kikelomo but kikeomo" please note. Thanks for giving a piece to read. Kwantinu bloda flease.

Actually, Basiru is the name I had in mind, don't know why Basira just stuck. And the Kikelomo is a mistake. I'll modify them. Thanks aplenty.

But, Basira is not a 'major' character.

jayesmalling:
All these useless, nonentity, idiot, nincompoop, scallywag, slowpoke writers will just go awool once they got the attention they are craving for....

Actually, I was banned.
Please, follow

ruggedadventure:
Bruh... jst chill.....keep It rolling


U already got ma attention U got me glued to ma fone Don't break ma heart

I won't break your heart, believe me. But, the story might.

Chykeboss:
oga sir abeg..help one of ur fans by updating this story

I'll do. Thanks for being you.

Ranchhoddas:
Na Olodi be that na. No be core Aj. Awon Idewu, Muyibi, Palace Road etc.

Yes. Where you dey?

John Paul stood up, as his cult members watched his every movement. They knew what would happen, and they used their taunting faces to mock the fate of Basiru. The man called John Paul slapped Kikelomo ferociously, that spiderman shuddered, he thought her head would fall off.

"Get out of here, and keep watch" James ordered spiderman, pointing his finger towards the door, signalling him to exit. The little boy sighed, as he walked out, his head bent in frustration, cursing his luck and wondering when he'd get the chance to see how his mentor bleeps. He too wasn't bad on top of a woman, actually his sexual prowess was commended the first time he 'did it' with an aunty, at the backyard of their 'face me I face you' compound.

John Paul tore off Kikelomo's night wear, as she shivered in pain, the members of the cult licked their lips, Basiru's eyes held such pain that no man should ever have. The rapist laid Kikelomo in a way that Basiru could see her down there, and he climbed from a parallel angle, slowly putting in his manhood as Basiru shouted, struggling to free himself. James gingered his leader and he now went in faster, and harder. With each thrust, she let out a moan, that was so passionate and pleasing to the ears, that Basiru thought it was a moan of pleasure. It was, but it was full of pain too. When John finally answered the call of nature and let out his seminal juice, he managed to stagger to Basiru was tied, and poured it on his face.

Basiru wanted the ground to just open and swallow him, but it didn't. He looked at the exhausted face of his wife, and he felt resentment, and pity. He cried.

And just as the cultists was leaving the house, they heard a shout. It was the man. They turned and looked at him and his left hand was wounded, by a knife stab. Exactly where James had pierced. They looked at themselves, but still went out anyway, leaving the unfortunate man to cry, as blood oozed out of his hand.

It was at that moment Basiru knew what his uncle meant by 'when you stop being a man'. A man wasn't supposed to cry, in the presence of others. He was supposed to suck in the pain, and let it all out when he was alone by himself. But he cried, he was supposed to, as the cultist rimmed his forever cursed tool into his wife. What made him cry wasn't that, but because she moaned, a privilege only he was entitled to.

Kikelomo still on the ground, her body ached with so much pain, but she crawled, and after some minutes, she had untied the rope that restrained Basiru. He thanked her with a vicious slap to her left cheek, as he made his way to the kitchen, blood escorting his movement.

It was hell, but they survived.

Nights and days passed, and the couple rarely spoke. On this night, Basiru had managed to sleep in spite of the horrendous heat. A mosquito buzzed around his ear, and he slapped it, or rather slapped his ear, then woke up. He looked at his sleeping wife, and she was expectedly sweating, he thought it was as a result of the heat. In this state, she looked innocent, but whenever those eyes opened, she became the one who shut her eyes in pleasure, when she was being raped.

Something happened. Something happened that night that haunted Basiru for the rest of his life, and fueled the hate and resentment he felt towards his wife.

fikfaknuel:
Yes. Where you dey?

Grew up close to boundary.

Don't starve us now

fikfaknuel:

I won't break your heart, believe me. But, the story might.

Wow
I hope it does


Waiting for more updates bro


..............................................................

The more u dig a hole, the more u go deep. Don't stop halfway for i am receiving senses in here. Kwantiniu oga haba

Mr. fikfanuel, I'm running out of patience o. You beta don't Bleep me up

Mr. fikfanuel, I'm your beloved ghost reader,your story is fascinating.......pls keep updating..>>>dont dull.

fikfaknuel:
John Paul stood up, as his cult members watched his every movement. They knew what would happen, and they used their taunting faces to mock the fate of Basiru. The man called John Paul slapped Kikelomo ferociously, that spiderman shuddered, he thought her head would fall off.

"Get out of here, and keep watch" James ordered spiderman, pointing his finger towards the door, signalling him to exit. The little boy sighed, as he walked out, his head bent in frustration, cursing his luck and wondering when he'd get the chance to see how his mentor bleeps. He too wasn't bad on top of a woman, actually his sexual prowess was commended the first time he 'did it' with an aunty, at the backyard of their 'face me I face you' compound.

John Paul tore off Kikelomo's night wear, as she shivered in pain, the members of the cult licked their lips, Basiru's eyes held such pain that no man should ever have. The rapist laid Kikelomo in a way that Basiru could see her down there, and he climbed from a parallel angle, slowly putting in his manhood as Basiru shouted, struggling to free himself. James gingered his leader and he now went in faster, and harder. With each thrust, she let out a moan, that was so passionate and pleasing to the ears, that Basiru thought it was a moan of pleasure. It was, but it was full of pain too. When John finally answered the call of nature and let out his seminal juice, he managed to stagger to Basiru was tied, and poured it on his face.

Basiru wanted the ground to just open and swallow him, but it didn't. He looked at the exhausted face of his wife, and he felt resentment, and pity. He cried.

And just as the cultists was leaving the house, they heard a shout. It was the man. They turned and looked at him and his left hand was wounded, by a knife stab. Exactly where James had pierced. They looked at themselves, but still went out anyway, leaving the unfortunate man to cry, as blood oozed out of his hand.

It was at that moment Basiru knew what his uncle meant by 'when you stop being a man'. A man wasn't supposed to cry, in the presence of others. He was supposed to suck in the pain, and let it all out when he was alone by himself. But he cried, he was supposed to, as the cultist rimmed his forever cursed tool into his wife. What made him cry wasn't that, but because she moaned, a privilege only he was entitled to.

Kikelomo still on the ground, her body ached with so much pain, but she crawled, and after some minutes, she had untied the rope that restrained Basiru. He thanked her with a vicious slap to her left cheek, as he made his way to the kitchen, blood escorting his movement.

It was hell, but they survived.

Nights and days passed, and the couple rarely spoke. On this night, Basiru had managed to sleep in spite of the horrendous heat. A mosquito buzzed around his ear, and he slapped it, or rather slapped his ear, then woke up. He looked at his sleeping wife, and she was expectedly sweating, he thought it was as a result of the heat. In this state, she looked innocent, but whenever those eyes opened, she became the one who shut her eyes in pleasure, when she was being raped.

Something happened. Something happened that night that haunted Basiru for the rest of his life, and fueled the hate and resentment he felt towards his wife.

I used to read a lot especially novels in my secondary school days but lost that passion as I entered the university. I tell you, I'm reading again. For the first time in about 13years, I'm reading for pleasure again. And it feels good. I hope you publish this. And may your ink never run dry.

I love how you portray the scenario... almost like I'm watching it happen...

Nxt.