Give us one update na. Atleast 20updates before today runs out

D9ty7:

Oga, you have a point jare. Moreso, the last time I checked, this is Nigeria and election here is like the third world war.
Even if my papa dey contest for an elective post, I go sit down for house to dey update my story. If him like make him win, even though money go dey if him win, but money and death they say are brothers.

stuff46:



Mike for send someone to sieze her papers

Shebi?

If twaz me, I'll tell my mum not to let her come
And if she eventually enters Nigeria, I go bone am till I finish my assignment else I'll be distracted

dee today na election oo...give us some update to while away the time being stranded on queue

thronekid:

Mmmm, Not yet Cutie... Thanks!
Now, Lets start Caressing!

wetn u wan do ? U wan caress babe 4 hia!

d9ty7 shey ma bounce dis guy comot 4 dis thread ??

Onemansquad:

wetn u wan do ? U wan caress babe 4 hia!

d9ty7 shey ma bounce dis guy comot 4 dis thread ??

na guy b dat abi na gurl? e fit b hermaphrodite sef
dee, update na biko

No updates??

kitnah:
No updates??

#NigeriaDecides

D9ty7:

#NigeriaDecides

lol
wetin concern election with updates??

Kimberly i support u jawe its been long u practiced ur kung fu skills, now is d tym oya go mk dem tk u do chicken pie

Skimpledawg:

na guy b dat abi na gurl? e fit b hermaphrodite sef
dee, update na biko

Mmm mmm! Na Ur Face be this? I fore say wey ur Bae tell U say I need a break... #NOW_I_GET

thronekid:

Mmm mmm! Na Ur Face be this? I fore say wey ur Bae tell U say I need a break... #NOW_I_GET

lmao! wia u c mah face? na d style u wan use order 4 drink cos u nor get moni bah? swerve jare, ai dey watch election highlights

Skimpledawg:

lmao! wia u c mah face? na d style u wan use order 4 drink cos u nor get moni bah? swerve jare, ai dey watch election highlights

Ai no go school! Wetin dat word mean, abeg?

thronekid:

Ai no go school! Wetin dat word mean, abeg?

'change ya direction'....4 ya info, am taken! go scout elsewhre!

watchn election highlights,

Skimpledawg:

'change ya direction'....4 ya info, am taken! go scout elsewhre!

watchn election highlights,

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Adeola is here

adewealth027:
Adeola is here

adewallet is dis really u
wia av u been

Oga Dee give us Update na

Results won't be announced till Sunday evening

d9ty7 gv us updates nw

Onemansquad:

adewallet is dis really u
wia av u been

no mind me jare.........I took a long break from nairaland but now I'm back

adewealth027:
no mind me jare.........I took a long break from nairaland but now I'm back

welcum bk dear i missed u oo
btw skimpledawg cum serve dis fine chick hia anytin she want

Onemansquad:

welcum bk dear i missed u oo
btw skimpledawg cum serve dis fine chick hia anytin she want

*blushing*.....thanks love

adewealth027:
*blushing*.....thanks love

place ya order ma'am.,..we gat crocodile pepper soup, toasted frog, agama lizard sausage n chilled zobo!
*wispers in her ears.....dt guy dint miss u jack o,*

finally met up with the story.


thumbs up man!!!

Dee watin dey happen naa

Sorry guys, it hasn't been easy to update while the polity is heating up, you know.
But I am back now, even tho there is battery ish, I will drop two updates by noon.

--continuation--
Mark quickly dropped his phone the moment he saw the figure land on his balcony. He ran towards the light switch and switched in off, after which he returned to his bed, raised his pillow and removed his 9mm revolver. He stood his back turned on the wall and picked the intercom on the wall.
"Is this the reception? There is a situation here, Excecutive Royal suite single 6B." He said impatiently, almost in a whisper.
"Yes? What's the situation like?" A deep masculine voice asked.
Mark removed the intercom from his ear. In his two weeks stay in the hotel, he had never came accross a male receptionist. All he had seen and spoken to are females. And even as at the time he returned from work a few housrs ago, the lady he met at the reception when he was leaving in the morning was handing over to the recpetionist who will work through the night.
"Is this the reception?" He asked.
"Of course, how can I be of help?" The masculine voice replied.
Mark chuckled silently. Only a fool will be fooled by the useless antic of whoever was inpersonating the receptionist. Aside the fact that he knew who was supposed to answer the call, the man who answered is unskilled, because from the way he spoke, he couldn't even pass to be a receptionist at a local palm wine joint, talk more of a four star hotel such as De Royals.
"I saw someone jump into my balcony. Can you please alert the security." Mark said as he heard the voice of the man on his balcony making a call.
"Yes boss. He is trying to play a fast one on us. His lights are off, but be sure that by the time you come out of your chamber tomorrow morning, you'll meet him at the door."
Mark's hairs stood up that moment. With questions like? Who is this boss? Who wants to kidnap him? What's his offence?
A light knock sounded on the door.
"Yes, who is it?" Mark asked as he inched closer towards the door.
"Security." A deep masculine voice replied.
"I have no problem with my room. The problem is on my balcony, you guys should head there first." He explained.
"A team is heading to the balcony was we speak." The man whispered.
Mark chuckled. Even if he was woken from sleep, he would recognise this particular voice.
Imediately, Mark stepped behind the door, unfastened the lock and pushed it open while covering himself with the door.
When one followed his/her heart, the chances of making a mistake can be very slim. The man immediately the door opened, and in a bid to lunch the first attack on Mark, he swung a metal rod at the door post, but the metal only flew out of his hand, due to the weight and the emptiness of the direction he flung the metal at. Mark quickly grabbed his head in the dark and drew him closer towards the wall in a bid hit his head, but a stiff reluctance made Mark stagger towards the wall, but a quick stop made him turn in time to dodge the man's puch. He grabbed hold of the man's hand and with the force, with which he pulled him, they both fell to the ground where he delivered more punches to Mark's face since he had the advantage of the atop.
And just then, a sound of gunshot could be heard on the balcony, the sound shook the two struggling men, but Mark got out of his shock a little bit earlier than his opponent and before he(his opponent) could recover from the shock, Mark picked the iron rod and with the strength he could muster, he hit the man on the side with it. The man let out and agonising groan, which made him fall off his body. Mark scrambled up, picked his gun and pointed it at him.
"Your hands up." He commanded as he moved to the man lying on the floor, disarmed him and gave him to more hits on the head which passed him out.
When he was sure that the man had passed out, he went out of his suit, down the hallway to the reception where the original receptionist was tied to a chair, he quickly untied her before walking out of the hotel towards the security post where the hotel security men were huddled up is a semi circle discussing in hushed tones.
"Who are you?" One of the men asked.
"I should ask you what your usefulness is or why you were employed here, because I don't seem to understand how two gun men will gain entrance into your hotel, an all of you are on duty." Mark replied hotly.
"Calm down young man. We work twenty four hours of the day. The surveillance camera does and for the records, no one entered this hotel in the last hour." A security man replied.
"So, why the heck did you include security of lives and property in the services you render?"

--to be continued--

--continuation--
Mark stood at one side fuming as policemen and the medical team did their jobs at reviving the man who was knocked out by Mark and his partner who was shot dead by the security men on Mark's balcony.
He watched as the medical team members cleaned up the dead man and bundled him into ambulance, while the police had troubles getting the other man into their van.
"Hey, Mister Mark." A police officer said as he approached him.
"Yes?" Mark replied lifting himself off the wall he was leaning on.
"I am taking notes, and since you have decided not to follow us to the station, I think you should just answer a few of my questions to aid our investigation." The officer said closing in on him.
"Answer questions? About what?" Mark replied.
"The averted attack. How did it happen?" He asked.
"I don't think I have answers to your question. Get whatever you want off that man and send him over to N.A.T.U where full investigation with intelligence report is the order of the day, to enable me handle the case, afterall, it has to do with me." Mark replied angrily.
And just then, a cream coloured Toyota camry drove into the hotel and immediately it came to a halt, Christina alighted dressed in her night robe.
"Hey Mark, what's the matter?" She asked she walked towards him. "Are you okay?" She asked.
"Of course." Mark replied with his brows raised. "What are you doing here?" He asked.
"I came to pick you up." She replied.
"Pick me up? To where?" He asked.
"We'll get a cheap hotel downtown, then tomorrow morning, we'll speak with the State government on getting you a much more comfortable accomodation." She explained.
"I never complained about being here." Mark replied raising his voice.
"I know, but its not safe around here. Passing the night in this hotel is not an option. What do you think would happen assuming you are not a trained security personnel or someone with little or no security consciousness?" Tina asked calmly.
"Why do you care anyway? Is there something I don't know?" He asked.
"Are you going with me or not?"
"Fine, I'll just grab my bag." He replied as he returned into the hotel where all other customers lodged in the hotel were all struggling at the entrance hall with the security operatives manning the exits. They all hailed him immediately he came in like he was a hero or anything.
"How did you kill them?" "Are you a soldier?" "Is it true you are a CIA agent?" "You work with N.A.T.U?" Were the questions that rented the air.
He was able to walk past them thanks to the help of a policeman who walked him up to the entrance into his suit.
"I'll wait here." The officer had said.
"Good. I'll be back under a minute." He replied before walking into the room.
Five minutes later, he emerged with his laptop bag and his small travelling bag.
"Shall we?" He asked.
"Sure."
And ten minutes later, he checked out officially at the reception and Tina drove him off.
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Mayor walked into the living room a stick of cigarrete in his hand. A light skinned lady of about thirty was lying on the three seater couch, he back turned to him.
"Clara, come inside and lets sleep." Mayor said, and just then, his phone started ringing to show his elder sister calling.
"Hello Christie- Tina." He said with a laugh.
"Hello, Uncle Mayowa. This is Christopher, mum quickly went out."
"Hey Christie boy, how you doing?" Mayowa, nicknamed as Mayor replied.
"Am good. You know, uncle, I was thinking maybe you'll be home this weekend so that mum can drive me over tomorrow evening, so I can spend the weekend with you." Christopher said.
Mayor was thrown into a deep pit of thought, he remembered how Clara had spoken with fear when she arrived in the afternoon. How Clara had described the situation of things, how Tina wanted her head and how the CIA guy wanted her behind the bars. Could this be coincidence?" He asked himself.
"You know what Chris, I won't be home this weekend. When I return on monday, I'll show for your side." Mayor said.
He could hear Chris reel in disappointment.
"Forgive me boy. I promise to show on sunday evening. We'll go to the golf club and afterwards, hang out somewhere around VGC."
"That's wonderful. Golf club, I can't wait. Goodnight May." Christopher cried happily before he hund up.
"Naughty boy." Mayor muttered as he dropped his phone on the table, looked at Clara who by now was staring at him.
"Thanks for covering my track. I know I don't deserve this." She said.
"Shhhhh. Its not important now. Can we go to bed?"

--to be continued--

nice one bro, fire on

Cool man

mark is really smart!

from d way things are goin, i think Daniel is gonna meet with his son Chris @ d golf club...
i'm kinda confused here; who is Mayor to Clara??
happy sunday ppl