thanks BOSS you're a pure talent.

great work TheBlessedMAN.i must confess i don't like reading stories on nairaland but after seening 1M view on this story. lol i change my mind instantly and read the first 3 update. i was like wow and that was it. i read this story from page 1 to 162 in less than 22hours and i enjoy everybit of it . TheBlessedMAN you are really blessed indid please mention me when u drop the next update thanks

Hmmm...gradually, this lovely story is going to an end, more ink to ur pen bro. over 1m views...u don enter nairaland book of record on Literature section, Infact u deserve an award, indeed u're blessed bro.

The blessed tanks for d update, we dy ur bk

Happy Easter/New Month to TBM and everyone on this thread.. TBM I am still waiting patiently...

M

Finally I was able to meet up,the blessed man may the thunder continued to strike you with more knowledge to write.I really really gbadun your story and all the twist keep it coming

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See shocking reply of a mother to her daughter who wants to switch ambition; A typical African mother's advice.

What aspects did she speak about? How was the idea handled? What and where exactly does the problem lie?

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the waiting is getting longer

nice one from you dariius smart

Really nice story you got here man, keep doing the good job...

countless countless countless. o can't even count again. shango pls help me

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viqtoor:
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Lol.....

I was out 4 sum weeks and dis story has just two updates? Anyway... God save tbm say those updates are great and fantastic. If not.... Boss we dey behind u. Take all the time u need. We ain't going nowhere.

TheBlessedMAN:
Countless 121 is Dedicated to the commencement of this thread that clocked a year on the 21st of this month. Apparently, that was the day COUNTLESS was born.
A lot has happened since then that could have downed my morale and inspiration but thank God, we're still here.

Some fans have gone and more have refused to leave. Its not because am too good (especially not when considering my blunders) but just because of the special people God have bestowed in my life. People whose comments have always given me the imparative morale needed to take this story to the stage of no return. I mean amazing people... I owe you guys a whole lot...

If a prophet had told me on february last year that in a year's time, a dullard like me is going to write the story that will be the first to make a million views on Nairaland, I would have tagged him a liability to his fellow prophets and nuisance to the whole nation. Then I will sue him to court on charges of overestimating my brain and brain abuse. Both charges would have warranted him a death sentence and a special punishment in hell. But how wrong and regretful would I be now, a year after?

Moreover, It will be a total waste of time trying to find the right words to appreciate you guys...

Just know this, because of me Countless was born, but most importantly, because of you guys, Countless have come to stay. Thanks for helping me reach this new landmark of my life!

New story coming up soon. Titled: The Dog Attendant. WatchOUT!!!

This is just the beginning!

GRACIAS!

TheBlessedMAN

I believe yha talent is gonna take yhu to greater heights very soon. Keep it up dear.

Adjectives av been exhausted in trying to best describe how GreAT YOu aRE whEN It cum'S to creatIVITY. You'RE DAh beST deaR. KeEP it Up.

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Seriously this story never end.... Ok o let's go

Tbm..weldone. Update plc

hello darous pls come and complete this story nah . you are the best after you na you

The blessed try give us date to expect update na we are tired of waiting

122. COUNTLESS.


I never knew karma has a sibling who is also a b!tch until that very moment when I was wailing uncontrollably and guiltically on the floor. The name of that sibling b!tch is Guilty conscience.

I had the luxury of time in abundance to reminisce on the past.
All the thoughts of what might and could have been the outcome of Joke's life if I hadn't allow her mum to sugarcoat me into sleeping with her began to temple run in my mind. Although I must admit, I didn't really give her mum a fight when she make that request of me. Back then, I only saw the opportunity to satisfy a sexual urge in her request and that feeling blocked out my total ability to consider what the future consequences might be.

If I hadn't accepted Doris's offer, she wouldn't have had a complicated pregnancy. And again, she wouldn't have had any reason to hand me over to Beatrice. Secondly, I wouldn't have met Jude, her husband while working for Beatrice. Beatrice and Jude wouldn't have been sold out to the police by me when the latter tried to kill me. And most of all, Joke wouldn't have been a practical orphan as a result of my decisions.

Doris, whose life's last day's ambition was to mother a male child was unable to cuddle the fruit she've laboured so hard for. Thats chronically one kind of a twisted fate.

Eventually after some hours without being able to comfort eachother since Joke haven't opened the door yet, our wailings subsided. Mine because my throat was getting dehydratedly sore and hers, well I don't know why she stopped.

***

"so, do you happen to know the bastard that impregnated her?" Making sure I conceal my hypocritic tone, I asked Joke, hours after we've cried our eyes out and now sitting on the edge of the bed inside her room. She had called Nike earlier and has given her instructions on what next to do on how and when to transfer their mother's body back to Nigeria and the younger sibling had consented to it and have immediately started making arrangements.
I was expecting her to tell Nike about our relationship but for reasons best known to her, she didn't. After the call with Nike, she placed alot of calls to some other people whom I presume to be a member of her family, informing their lots of the demise of her mother.

Taking a sip out of the coffee Mama Bola made for the two of us, she cleared her throat and released a sorrowful sigh in preparation to answer my question.

"that would be the day that bastard kisses this world goodbye." She dropped that with a slight tone of hatred and stern determination.

"what?" I queried confusedly.

"the day I see the face of that bastard that ran away after impregnating my mum...hun...heaven will weep that day!" She stated vehemently and took another sip from her coffee.

To be sincere, that statement and the kind of venom with which she used in spitting it out got me really scared. I begin to wonder how she will retaliate the moment she finds out that am the one that impregnated her mum. In other words, she and Nike are now my step daughters and am about to marry the former very soon. Well, as you can see, this is really a very complicated situation that needs a lot of carefulness on my part if I don't want to blow things out.

For a moment right there staring deeply into Joke's sorrow-laced eyes, I imagined a future without her, but it wasn't a pleasant imagination atall.
Although my love for her makes me want to just confess all my sins to her, but the risk of losing her kept me from doing so. And that very moment, I promised myself to always make her happy. Yes, you read right. Always. No matter what it takes.

"whats troubling your mind?" Joke's questioning voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"ah!...hun...hum...nothing just trying to get my mind around the whole misery surrounding your mum's pregnancy....you know, hypothetically speaking, its kind of weird."

"believe me... I've tried severally myself, but...." She stood up and paced the room for some minutes before she turned around to face me. "did you see any indication of pregnancy on her the last time you saw her?"

"what kind of question is that? How am I suppose to know that?"

"oopss, sorry..you're actually right..there's no way you could have known.." She flashed me an appealing smile and continued. "please dear, I have a request to make of you...will you do it for me please?"

"hmm...well, if it doesn't start with 'Give' and ends with 'Your life to christ'. Sure...I'll do it."

"funny you...I just want you to forgive me for not coming clean with you about what was really happening. I was just so hopeful that things will turn out differently but apparently I was wrong. So please don't hate me dear." She pleaded with a look that makes it difficult for me to hold any grudge against her and it was that moment that I knew fully well that she's my soulmate.

We went on to have a lot of conversations that night. And it was during the discuss that I knew the name of my child. His name is Chris.

***

We were just coming back from Doris's home town. Where Joke and I had went to announce the tragic news to her mum's only surviving uncle and aunt.
Along the road, we stopped at a filling station to re-fill the tank. When the male attendant finished attending to our car, I quickly approached the super mart inside the fuel station to get soft drinks for Joke and acoholic drinks for myself. Hoping that would atleast, ease away the effect of Doris's demise thats been eating hard on Joke since the previous days.

Before I left the car, Joke was inside the car soliloquizing quietly, hence rendering all my efforts to lighten up her mood since we left her family house turn to waste. So you can understand how, suprised, confused and shocked I was when I returned to the car with the drinks, only to find her chatting and laughing loudly at whatever conversation she was having with the male fuel attendant.

I shifted my gaze at the attendant and he was having this nasty grin replica to that of someone that just got a schorlaship on his face.

I began to rack my brain to deduce how this stranger have managed to lighten up the mood of someone that have been wailing and sobbing since daybreak, but I wasn't able to come up with any rational thing.

To make matters worst, Joke broke out a powerful laughter to the extent that she collided and rested her fist on the chest of the fuel attendant.

'have had enough!' As if Bokoharam is not enough, now she's adding armed herdsmen to my list of worries.

Jealousy played a striking role in my mind and furiousity played as its supporting striker as I marched to them and when I got in between them, I stopped and gave the guy a cold and deadly stare that meant a thousand unspoken words.

"we were just talking dear." Joke said. She must have noticed the way I was staring at the poor guy before she said that.

"I know...just want to make sure you weren't doing more than that."

"am sorry sir, we...." The guy tried explaining but the bitter daggers I gave him made him to reconsider his actions.

"lets go dear." Joke said and dragged me inside the car. I drop the drinks on the dash board and ignited the car.

"so whats your story with that fuel attendant guy..?" I asked her without turning my gaze to her, after some minutes of silent driving.

"well, remembering the embarrasment I suffered from you back there, lets just say its a short story called None of your business." She replied sharply and I was smart enough to catch the anger in her tone.

"wait, don't tell me you're angry cos actually, am the one who's suppose to feel all boxed up right now."

"are you done?...take me home please...have got a very hectic schedule tomorrow."

I casted her a confused glance for some seconds before deciding against pushing the issue further. She's truly a changed woman.

***

The following day arrived so fast like a speeding bullet.
It was the day Doris's body will be flown home in an air-ambulance.

At ten a.m, Joke received a call from her sister. Nike had called to inform her that the air-ambulance had just arrived at the Muritala Mohammed airport in Lagos.

After the call, Joke made some calls to her mum's friends and family to inform them of the latest update after which they all agreed to meet at the burial ground by 4pm.

Fast forward to 2hrs later. Joke, I and two middle-age members of her family have arrived just in time to meet Nike and the Meds that escorted their mum's coffin to Nigeria.

Unfortunately, Joke and her two relatives were the only ones permitted to receive Nike and the coffin at the terminal.

I was asked to wait inside the car by the two older men. I'd waited for more than an hour before I eventually saw Joke in company of Nike walking out of the terminal in front of the two relatives who were pushing a wheel-coffin, coloured in black from their rear.

Nike, who without any heavy make up still looked maturely beautiful and was claded in a black crop top and blue pencil jean trousers. She had this pinafore-like bag (well I don't know what ladies call it) strapped across her chest and inside the pinafore-like bag lies a sleeping, light-skinned baby boy. I presume the boy to be Chris. The child of Doris and I.

As they approach the car, my heart began to race faster than normal. One, the nervous anxiety to see my child and two, seeing the coffin of Doris got me really scared.

"is that Darous? Whats he doing here?" I heard Nike say just as they got to the car. I sluggishly step out and approach them.

"yes ofcourse." Joke had replied her.

Just after that, Nike spent the next few seconds staring at my face as the two elderly men got busy with getting the coffin inside the hired-ambulance.

"long time Darous.." Nike said with a mischievious grin that got me speechless. Then she un-strapped the pinafore and handed the baby to her sister. After that she rushed at me and gave me a very tight hug before she whispered this into my ear. "fool! My mum have told me everything!"


TBC.

TheBlessedMAN:
Notice: its important for me to tell you guys that this story has gotten to a stage where plenty of patience is the only ingredient required of me to take this story to a safe landing. A single attempt to rush it over can undo the works of a whole year. So please be patient with me please.

* The next update comes up on sunday. Stay tuned for it. Have decided to be dropping it that way because of too much plagiarism.

* A new story is coming up after this one. Titled: The Dog Attendant. Watchout for it.

no Problem sire, we got ur back!

Busted ha ha ha ;DBusted ha ha ha nice update

TheBlessedMAN:
Notice: its important for me to tell you guys that this story has gotten to a stage where plenty of patience is the only ingredient required of me to take this story to a safe landing. A single attempt to rush it over can undo the works of a whole year. So please be patient with me please.

* The next update comes up on sunday. Stay tuned for it. Have decided to be dropping it that way because of too much plagiarism.

* A new story is coming up after this one. Titled: The Dog Attendant. Watchout for it.

No problem the darous man.pls tag me immediately once the dog attendant begins.na me n u for this nairaland

Tbm for president. Well, Nike should be careful, cause all that came before her were not spared by sango.

Cadec007:
no Problem sire, we got ur back!

you have no idea how soothing those words are to me. Thanx boss

5ircreepy:
Tbm for president. Well, Nike should be careful, cause all that came before her were not spared by sango.

@bolded. what? U wan make Apc and Pdp join hands to kill me? Abeg o.... Presi wat? I beg o

Elviswifey1:

No problem the darous man.pls tag me immediately once the dog attendant begins.na me n u for this nairaland

funny woman. Sure...will do. Watchout.