gameboy727: I must follow this. Interesting and wierd.

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Thanks man

Am spell bound by your story already. Am fully subscribing.

Nice fiction you've got here bro. But as fictional as it seems, it looks so real to me. I believe we all have an inner eye, with mine I do seldomly see a golden crown on my head, weird things is that a beggar once told me in yoruba "jowo dakun bunmi nikan, ade ori e ko ni jabo" meaning, "pls give me something (money) the crown on your head will not slip off" by the way my name is Adebayo (Crown meets Joy). I'm following u bro, I'm madly in lov with spirituality and fiction.

Nice one !! Still following !!!

This guy na wa for u oh.abi ideas don finish

You are doing good bro. I rate you 6/10.
Dont misunderstand me, for you to improve you dont need praises, you need criticsims.
You should let us know with a symbol when n where ur new update starts like...
[quote author=Royver] ******The first time I saw Nina she came for a job interview at the firm I worked in. I was walking down the corridore[\quote]

...and also when you finish you still do similar thing at the end

[quote author=Royver] ******
The first time I saw Nina she came for a job interview at the firm I worked in. I was walking down the corridor...
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in other not to get us confused. Cause i dont even knw when your update starts.
I took this cue from slickest(the diary; maybe mama sunday has killed him) and Nkume( last star)

Am in love with your story bro, nice work.

Just keep the updates coming...

Roy wht a scary story albeit fictional. More power to ur elbow, u are a good, wondaful writer. I will follow u till the end by his grace

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my interest is piqued

Thanks all for your patience. Had to run to villa for a quick errand. Network here is d pits.

Thanks for following, the piquing and the loveseats! And the criticisms too! Will adjust accordingly!

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"Okay, what was that all about?" Nina asked as soon as we entered my apartment. I was a bit hurt by the question. I was hoping to get a wow from her after taking a glance at my place. 2bedroom flat with a sitting room and a small but extremely neat kitchen at the side. I had arranged the parlour with a black and green theme; two black "modern design" chairs with lemon green headrests, one chair could be extended to a sofa for better relaxation, lemon colored rug with black frilled edges and two plastic green plants in black Chinese vases. My LED TV hung between the plants like a shrine to technology and my sound system levitated at the sides with patch on nails attaching them to the wall. Wall itself was painted to match the lemon on the chairs and finishing touches from the window blinds which were almost immaculately white with just a hint of green. The previous landlady had suggested the colours to me and I had liked the final outcome. I still caught her once in a while looking in and smiling at her "handiwork" .

I was also worried with Nina's question because try as i might I couldn't come up with a convincing lie. I had played certain scenarios in my head but they all kept coming up porous. Every once in a while I'd think of telling her the truth but another part me would be like "eh? You dey craze? You don see madman way get girlfriend before??" So I swept that thought away and kept on thinking of what to say. I had hoped she would forget the matter on our way to Ikeja.

"Well?" Nina's voice cut through my thoughts like a knife. " I turned and saw her standing arms akimbo on her lovely hour glass hips. She wore a blue hugging sleveless top and black jeans. During the service she had covered her top with a yellow jacket. She must have removed it when we came into the compound. It was getting to evening, the time being 4pm but the weather was still a little hot.

I feasted my eyes on her beauty for a while longer before answering. I tried to look as sad as possible.
"Its a personal thing."
"Like what?" She responded. "It didn't look like you were the one who needed help rather it was as if you gave the help. I saw the way you and the pastor stayed for a while and the look of gratitude in his eyes when he finally let you go."
"Werent you supposed to be closing your eyes?" I asked accusingly.
She giggled. "Bros, na your eyes wide pass during prayers oh, or you think I didn't see you? It was as if you were even seeing things that others could not see sef."

I froze. Did she know? Had I let my secret slip somehow? My heart started pounding in my chest.

She saw the look on my face and mistook shock for embarrassment. She laughed.
"Okay, okay, never mind. Maybe one day you'll tell me. But hope u are not into rituals oh! This one your room is looking tech like this..."
I laughed then, very relieved. She had agreed to let sleeping dogs lie, for now anyway. I showed her around the place and we settled down in the parlour to complete my assignment. I had offered her a bottle of cognac from my mini bar, she had politely refused and took some orange juice instead. Gradually the time fizzled by and it was 6pm. PHCN had restored power an hour earlier and I had put on the air conditioning but Nina hadn't bothered to wear her jacket back. Not that I was complaining. her lovely arms glistened under my room light and the fragrance from her hair when we put our heads together was awesome. We hadn't really spent so much time alone together and I was desperate to make a move that would take me out of the friend zone.

We sat together on the sofa I had pulled out, almost rounding up the papers.

"What would you like for dinner?"
She looked up, a little surprised.
"Its just six o clock, chuks. I'm not really hungry."
"Well, its good I start early so you'll have something to eat by the time you do get hungry, yeah?"
She paused. I had no idea what she was thinking about.I mean, just because I could see beyond normal didn't mean I could read people's minds though at that time I was dying to know her thoughts. She thought a whole longer then said, "not tonight."
"Not tonight?" I was a bit puzzled. "I can't cook you dinner tonight?"
"Yes." She said, looking up at me. "Its my first time coming to your place and I don't think it would be proper -to have dinner now."

What the hell were we talking about?

I shrugged and sat down. The comfortable silence we had been enjoying was now an awkward one. We were still sitting close though and I could smell her perfume. Suddenly I felt very very "hungry". I needed to do something, anything to get my mind off this situation. Where was a manifestation when you needed one?
"How did you get this scar?" She asked pointing at my wrist. I looked at it, a scar I had gotten when trying to jump a barb wire fence in my primary school days. I smiled and told her.
"Hmmn. I've got one too" she said, showing me a scar on her forearm. "Immunization needle went the wrong way, and formed an abscess".
I touched her scar. The current from her skin sent sshivers down my spine. She didn't say anything but watched as I drew my fingers back and forth along her scar. Somehow my fingers went down to her elbow and back up. She gave a sigh and I looked into her eyes. She still didn't say anything though she didn't look down either. My heart was now thumping away like I was running a 100yard dash with usain bolt. I drew her to me slowly and we kissed. Her lips were soft, smooth, velvety. I felt her go warm as we embraced and her pulse seem to be at tandem with mine. I was about relaxing when I opened my eyes and saw my previous landlady.

Nina felt me stiffen and opened he r eyes. She saw the look on my face.
"What?" She asked.
"Nothing, I said and tried to draw her back to me but the moment had passed. She stood up hurriedly and put on her jacket. Landlady left immediately though the damage had already been done. Nina picked up her handbag and straightened her clothes.
"Its just one more page, I'm sure you can finish up." She said. I just looked at her, not knowing weather to cry or complain or plead or...
She had reached the door when I grabbed her hand and drew her again to me. She let me kiss her and I could have sworn her knees buckled but again she drew away at the last minute, smiled and said goodbye and was out the door.
"Hey, lemme escort you at least na," I yelled moving out after her. She laughed and came back, dragged me by the hand to the junction where a bike man was waiting.
"Bus stop, seventy naira," he declared, and she entered the bike. I offered to pay but she politely refused. Just before the bike man zoomed off I bent close to her ears and whispered
"If I offended you in anyway..."
"No,no..." She smiled, "its just...I'm..."
"You aren't married are you?!" I said.
"No" she said laughing, 'its just, can we talk about it tomorrow?"
"Now you are behaving weird".
She laughed again and the bike man zoomed off .

I walked back to my apartment and sat down at the front entrance. Previous landlady came up and sat down beside me.
"I'm sorry." She said.
"Yeah, it's ok I guess." I replied.
"I spoilt the moment."
"Well, yes you kind of did." I replied.
She paused for a while.
"You should get a car, you know" she said again. "That way, you could have dropped her off. Why don't you get one? Its not as if you can't afford it."
"Don't like cars." I said "what did you want?"
"I wanted to let you know I'll be leaving permanently soon. I can see the bright tunnel clearly now and my daughter has gone to reconcile with her father. Soon my soul will be at rest. I also wanted to thank you for being a friend during these lonely times.
"You're welcome." I said.
She patted me on the shoulder and smiled. " Nice lady" she said. "Lovely wings"
"Yes ma, they are." I said, smiling. And then she disappeared.
I heard that previous landlady was a mother to all around her when she was alive. I don't normally see ghosts, just the ones with very strong spirits. I was happy she was finally going through the veil, though that happiness would have been complete if Nina had allowed me one more kiss...

Still want to be like me?

Dis is getn creepy by d day. I v a feln it won't b a happy ending

This is fictional creativity in a whole different level. Me likey , ride on bro. *chistar is following*

Can i repost on facebook?

Ah!!! Where have I beeen o o o o

*running to front row and sitting beside mr frank*

OP......this is next level I swear......I would like to be like you o!!!

If I hear say I no follow this story

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Mum Z :
Dis is getn creepy by d day. I v a feln it won't b a happy ending

Let's find out together

@chistar and stand thanks!
@nimen PM me.

Hmm...

Wow,u got me glued to my screen,nice write up Roy

Uploading soonest. Thanks msspaks, chycoroxie, I am teaser and ddonoflife for following!

grabs popcorn and a bottle of coke....Adjusts seats and fully relaxes.....ffg u all d way bro....more ink to ur pen

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The next day I came to work early, hoping to have a word with Nina. She came in a few minutes after I did, dropped her stuff on her desk, took one glance at me and headed into the boss's office where she stayed for almost an hour. I watched and waited until she finally came out. As soon as she saw me approaching, she meandered into the secretary's office. I was like, what? Weren't we going to talk about this? I went back to my seat and waited. She came out soon after and seeing that the coast was clear, went to her desk. I decided to leave it till lunchtime. I just couldn't keep my mind off her though. I had been in relationships in the past but this was different. She intruiged me. She was like a case I wanted to solve and didn't mind spending the rest of my life doing it. I knew I was in love with her and had to find out if she had the same feelings for me. I had seen other people before with blackened wings, broken wings, bat-like wings even, but she...I couldn't put my finger on it. But I knew if I could see my own manifestation in a mirror it would be me bursting into flames whenever she came around me.

1pm. Lunch time.

I had avoided making eye contact with her the whole time. Still, I had been watching her every once in a while from a reflecting teapot. She hadn't left her seat and seemed totally engrossed in her work. Probably had forgotten all about me. Idiot. Idiot, idiot, idiot!

The lunch bell sounded and she got up along with everyone else and went to the cafeteria. I followed behind her. I watched as she took a helping of spaghetti and salad with chicken and moved to a corner of the table. I asked for rice and pepper stew and was about going to join her when she received a call. As she answered it I was hit with a wave of visuals so stunning I almost fell. A dark cloud appeared around her and her gold chains tightened painfully around her wings, so tight in fact, I thought I saw them bleed. Whoever was on the other side of the phone was responsible for my nina's misery. As the conversation continued it was as if something dark was being absorbed from the phone into her ears and head and I watched as her entire demeanor became dull and miserable. I was still looking at all of this when a co-worker bumper into me from behind. I apologised and walked straight up to Nina who had finished her mysterious conversation. She looked up at me and tried to smile. I ignored the gesture.
"Who was that?" I asked sitting beside her.
"Who was who?" She replied.
"The caller on the phone?"
"Wow. That was quick. You're not the jealous type are you? I can't stand having a jealous boyfriend." She said with a smile.
"Whoever that was, was very important to you, and obviously causes you a lot of misery. I can help."
"No you can't" she sighed and looked down at her plate.It was obvious she had lost her appetite. "No one can help me."
"Maybe I can, if you'll just tell me." I pleaded.
"You go first. You had something you wanted to say in your apartment earlier. Before the assignment. Before we..kissed." She looked back down at her plate shyly.
"Oh, come-on, not that again. You know it has nothing to do with...wait. Did you call me "boyfriend" just now?"
"Jealous boyfriend" she said, making a face.
"Then what's the problem?" I asked. She became quiet again. I took a deep breath and went for it.
"Nina, you know how I feel about you. I know you do. I don't like beating about the bush, so I would like to know, are you married?"
"No I'm not." She said.
" Fiancé?"
"Not really..."
Oh. So there was someone. It was my turn to lose my appetite. Then again, this person wasn't really her fiancé. Isn't that what she meant by her statement just now? I looked at her and she met my eyes.
"Come back to my place, we will be able to talk more freely there. I promise to be the perfect gentleman." I had decided to tell her everything. If she called me crazy and ran, so be it. But I would do my best to help her if she let me.
She smiled again. I never got tired of that smile. It started at the centre of her lips and parted to show small white well shaped teeth. I longed for that smile like a kid longed for candy.
"You have been too much of a gentleman already, " she said. "Ok. Your place. But tomorrow. Tonight I'm going to be kind of...busy."
"Busy doing what?" I said alarmed.
"Hey, you are the jealous type aren't you?"
"Who wouldn't be jealous over you?" I said. "That person would have to be blind."
"Or overly confident" she finished with a faraway look in her eyes. I frowned but she didn't explain further. She held my hands and squeezed them tight. "Thanks for being so concerned about me. You are a good friend."

That was definitely what I was trying to avoid being to her. I wanted more than friendship. Much more. But I smiled back and said nothing. All I could think about now was how to help her with whatever problem she had.
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Awesome!! Its getting more interesting!! Nice job man!!

This is cool I swear. Don't just abandon this story o. One question tho, what do you mean by "wings"?

Getting better by the day.. Who'd have thought a story with such a simple title would be this good??

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She came to my house by 12noon the next day. It was a saturday and environmental sanitation day and I had spent the better part of that morning cleaning out the house and weeding up some stubborn plants that were growing on the edges of the pavement. I kind of enjoy cooking so I had made some jollof rice with crispy curry fried chicken awaiting my special guest. I had also stocked up on a few non alcoholic drinks in my mini-bar ...remembering to make sure orange juice was included. She liked orange juice. I had also stocked up on some cool music and some bestseller movies. Hey, we weren't going to be discussing her problems the whole time she was going to be at my place were we? So I tushed things up a bit in preparation for my special guest.

I had been sorting through my pictures when she knocked on my door. I opened and let her in. She wore a light yellow sundress with green frills and matching head accessories. She looked classic. We hugged and exchanged pleasantries and she sat down. I offered the orange juice and she gladly accepted. I took some glasses and soon we were drinking and chatting away.
"Getting to your place wasn't easy at all," she said. "The bike guys refused to reach here".
"Probably because of the environmental, " I replied. "The touts at the junction won't let them rest. They harass them even after 10 o clock!"

she smiled and became quiet. I waited patiently.
"So, you wanted to know what my problem was..." She said quietly.

I braced myself.

"I never knew my parents. My guardian adopted me from a motherless babies home in Enugu." She smiled sadly. "He said I brought him good luck, that as soon as I entered into his house, good things started happening to him. He was a farmer whose wife had been found by the doctors to be infertile. They had tried on numerous occasions to have children of their own but it had all been in vain. So after extended discussions with his wife, they decided to adopt. He said I kind of looked like her and that was why he adopted me. According to him,as soon as I came into the house things turned around for the better. His farm started to yield more and his wife's petty trading improved. Soon he was able to get a bigger house to stay in and extended his land for more farming. He was able to hire labourers and business really boomed. The wife was good to me and treated me like I was her own daughter. They sent me to the best school they could afford in the vicinity and I was immediately singled out as one of the most intelligent pupils in the class."
"How old were you when you were adopted?" I asked.
"Daddy says I was two at the time."
I nodded and let her continue.
"When I was in secondary school, a cousin of my adopted father came to visit. I had never seen him before and was surprised that he had never visited. My guardians welcomed him joyously and thanked him for finally gracing thier humble abode, which quite honestly wasnt so humble anymore. He seemed genuinely happy for them and kept on looking at me with interest. They introduced me to him as their daughter though over the years I had come to find out that I was adopted. Not that i minded when I found out. I think they just wanted to let me know the truth and I appreciated them the more for it. Anyway, he asked again who I was and I told them I was their daughter and he smiled and said he had seen his daughter in law. My guardians laughed and I looked away shyly but didn't know that he was quite serious."

"He left the next day and came back a week later with his son whom he said was about finishing secondary school to enter the university. He introduced us and let us be by our selves while he discussed with my adopted parents. Obi, the man's son, seemed very reserved at the time. Dunno if it was shyness. We said one or two things and after a while his father said they were going. They thanked us for receiving them well and we thanked them in return.

Over time I got to like obi very well and even looked up to him like a senior brother. Even when my guardians teased me that he was my husband I denied it, telling them obi was my brother. One day, as I was about finishing secondary school, Obi called me aside and told me he had feelings for me and wanted to marry me. That we should make a pact before I entered the university. I was so happy! But I drew the line at the pact. Not that I didn't want to be with him but my mother was a staunch Christian and had warned me against taking blood oaths which is what he was suggesting. I told him I loved him and would be with him but as for the pact he was suggesting, I would have nothing to do with it. Obi was very disappointed in this and didn't speak to me for days. I felt terrible but refused to give in. Finally however he accepted my word of faith fullness and we made up.

I entered the university when he was in 300level. We weren't in the same university and we used to visit each other when we had the chance. Every once in a while he would bring up the issue of a pact again and I would refuse. I noticed that he had started to change. He followed bad gangs and told me he was no longer going to church, that church was for people who were too lazy to do things on thier own. I tried to talk to him, tried visiting him more often but he became more distant, saying if I loved him I would agree to the pact. However I held my ground on that matter."

One day he called me late in the evening and said he was coming to visit me on campus. I told him from where? He said he was driving down from his university. I told him it was too late already that he should wait until the next day but he refused. It was like he had been drinking or something. I pleaded with him to wait, as if I knew something bad was going to happen but he refused to listen. He said I had a boyfriend and that was why I didn't want him to come. I told him that was not the case. Hr said anyhow he was coming, that we would do the pact that day whether I liked it or not. I cried and told him to wait that it was obvious he was drunk and we would talk further tomorrow bit he wouldn't listen and cut the call. A few hours later someone called me with his phone that he had gotten into an accident and was in a private hospital. I hurriedly called my parents and his and travelled the next day to see him. The doctor said he hurt his back badly and couldn't walk, that he was paralysed from the waist down.

He blamed me for the accident. He said if I had agreed to what he was saying that he wouldn't have travelled that day. I told him his being paralysed wouldn't stop me from marrying him. I have cared for him since then. He still stays in his father's house and has servants about him but every once in a while I check on him and he checks on me. We would have been married two years ago but his father keeps postponing the event for whatever reason. I have seen over the years that obi has changed completely. He no longer loves me or cares about me but at the same time he dosent want to let me go. He keeps insisting on making this pact even as I have stayed with him until now."

I took a deep breath. This was a lot to take in. I waited a bit though, and when she didn't continue I asked
"What about you? How do you feel about him?"
She sighed. "I care for him. He is my responsibility. If I leave him now it will look like its because of his paralysis that I am leaving. And I honestly don't know how he will manage if I leave."
"So you do want to leave?" I said.
"But I can't!" she cried. " I can't leave him in that state. What kind of a terrible person does that! I see him as my fiancé and future husband. In fact we would have been married if not for the delay from my father-in-law to be. I still don't get what his own problem is. I am ready to marry his son but he keeps telling us to be patient. We have been dancing around the issue since the accident, that is about three years now. I once threatened to leave but obi burst into tears and I had to promise him I was not going anywhere before he calmed down."

We were silent for a while. I kept thinking of Jerry Springer's show "Baggage". This was some serious stuff. Could I accept her baggage? And even if I did, what would I become? The family friend? How could I help?

I sighed and she looked at me and smiled. "You are really great chuks. I see the way you do your work quietly. You don't impose on people even when you are above them. I notice how you are always around to help others in thier problems. Falling for you would be so easy, but you can see why I have to keep my distance..."

"Staying with someone in a relationship just because you feel sorry for the person, never works out." I said.

She looked a bit hurt and started to fidget in her seat.
"Please chuks, I'd rather not talk about this anymore. I made someone a promise and I intend to keep it. He may not believe me but i do not need a pact to keep my word. Please can we leave it alone?"

I sighed and sat back on my seat. She smiled and rested her head on my shoulder.

"So. What is your big secret?" She asked.

"I see things that others cannot see."

Following.