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| Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014 by LarrySun(m): 11:49pm On Nov 16, 2014 |
And the Collaboration is back for the second season. Click here to view the first season. 2 Likes |
| Re: Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014 by LarrySun(m): 12:01am On Nov 17, 2014 |
Below is the list of writers who are participating in this year's collaboration: Chapter One: Larry Sun (Monday 17, November, 2014) Chapter Two: Frank317 (Wednesday 19, November, 2014) Chapter Three: Repogirl (Friday 21, November, 2014) Chapter Four: TemitopeDaniel (Sunday 23, November, 2014) Chapter Five: Therock555 (Tuesday 25, November, 2014) Chapter Six: PrettySpicey (Thursday 27, November, 2014) Chapter Seven: Kayemjay (Saturday 29, November, 2014) Chapter Eight: MaziOmenuko (Monday 1, December, 2014) Chapter Nine: AudreyTimms (Wednesday 3, December, 2014) Chapter Ten: OMA4U (Friday 5, December, 2014) Chapter Eleven: Divepen (Sunday 7, December, 2014) Chapter Twelve: KingZpen (Tuesday 9, December, 2014) Chapter Thirteen: HumbledbYGrace (Thursday 11, December, 2014) Chapter Fourteen: Chistar (Monday 15, December, 2014) Chapter Fifteen: D9ty7 (Wednesday 17, December, 2014) Chapter Sixteen: Royver (Friday 19, December, 2014) Know more about the writers and their stories here View writers' discussion thead here 3 Likes |
| Re: Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014 by LarrySun(m): 12:07am On Nov 17, 2014 |
CHAPTER ONE UNLEASHED Written and Submitted by Larry Sun It was hard to know exactly where to begin, for series of events had occurred in the last two years. Even the day prior his release, Rimi had watched an inmate get fried to death in the Kalaputa Prison. The condemned man, Steve Abaga, had been sentenced to death for molestation and murder of a pair of twins. Steve had molested two young girls and killed them, dropped their bodies behind the house they lived, doused them with petrol, and then set them ablaze. Hoping in some muddled way to dispose of the evidence of his crime – Fluid perhaps. The fire had caught the dry bush around and had spread to the building itself, had engulfed it due to the flammable substances retained in the house, and four more people had died, two of them babies. Steve Abaga had wiped away a whole family because of his own twisted lust. Rimi had shared a ward with the criminal and was there when it was time for the condemned man to pay for his transgressions with his life. Steve had been sentenced to death by hanging but an ancient electric chair had just been smuggled into the Kalaputa Prison and the prison authorities were eager to test the machine on a criminal, Steve Abaga had come in handy. Rimi had to watch as Steve was being dragged to the electric chair; he had been allowed to watch the electrocution. The criminal had been tied to an old chair that had absorbed the sweat of dozens of terrified convicts in the last few moments of their lives. He had watched as the metal cap was strapped to Steve’s head. A cord ran from the cap and through a gasket-encircled hole in the wall behind the death-chair. At one side of the room was a metal bucket that held water and sponges. One of the sponges was picked and pressed between Steve’s shaved scalp and the cap. Of course, the sponge had been cut just right to fit the metal cap. The sponge had been soaked in water to better conduct the charge of direct-current electricity that ran through the wire, through the cap, through the sponge, and into the condemned man’s brain. Rimi had watched Steve jerk and jerk as about a thousand volts of direct electricity convulsed his body. Undoubtedly, Steve Abaga’s brain was being fried as smokes exited his ears, nostrils and mouth. Kalaputa Prison was not a place for the feeble-minded to pitch tents. As the prison gate was opened and he stepped outside, he took a deep breath of the fresh air that welcomed his freedom. He didn’t know why, but he felt like the air outside was considerably way fresher than that retained in the correctional facility. He noticed that the city had changed in the last two years of his incarceration. The streets had not changed as much as the people. The city was predictably different: it was bigger, the cars and shops were more numerous and more garish, and the streets were more crowded. After observing several women whose bosoms wobbled freely inside loose, colorful dresses, he concluded that brassieres were out of fashion. He walked past a very dark-skinned woman clad in a mini dress that showed off her pierced navel. She rubbed her bosom inviting him, “Hello convict, fancy a cuddle?” Convict. The name fit Rimi like a condom. Not today sweetheart. Rimi thought, and kept walking. He didn’t really understand why he had been incarcerated for twenty-five months. All he remembered was himself standing in a court of law on the charge of robbery he didn’t remember committing. That had been two years ago. He could still vividly recall everything that had occurred that last day; he remembered that his head had been encased in a white bandage; he also remembered that the trail had lasted for eighteen days. The public benches had been filled to overflowing when the judge presiding over the case entered the courtroom. There had been a sudden buzz in the corridors as the members of the panel filed quietly into their places. Even press and public alike had stampede into the court. All eyes had been on the prosecuting lawyer—a fat, jolly-looking little man dressed in a double-br.easted suit, striped shirt and a colorful tie, striving to appear solemn. But everyone in the courtroom knew the kind of loath he had for the accused. As he walked away from the prison, Rimi was remembering the various events that had occurred in the courtroom, almost everything. Maybe that was because there was really nothing else to remember but the activities of that day. Yet, fortunately, what a man didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him; basically, in this case, what Rimi didn’t remember shouldn’t worry him. But he was worried. He remembered his eyes settling on two people as he climbed up the steps into the dock, with manacled wrists and shackled ankles. These two people who had caught his attention, a man and a woman, had looked to him as much familiar as they were unfamiliar. He felt like he knew them, yet he didn’t know them. He had locked gazes with the lady for the briefest second and she had looked away almost immediately. He could not help but notice the discomfort in the lady’s demeanor, but he didn’t know what caused it; the nervous shuffling of feet, the slow trickle of sweat that ran down her neck, and the nervous attention she cast on the prosecutors were enough to let him know that the woman was not uncomfortable sitting there. He looked at the man sitting beside the lady; the heavily-moustached man showed absolutely no interest in him, and like everyone else in the courtroom, was concentrating his full attention on the accusing lawyer. Each person wanted the man to come up with more evidence that would nail the convicted to the gaol. But the fat man had said his lot already and was calmly seated, with no intention of making any more proclamation. The clerk of the court, dressed in a wig and a long black gown, had risen and had read out from a card the words Rimi had suspected he had known by heart. “Will the panel please stand?” Ten men and two women had risen to their feet. Then the judge had spoken, “”Please answer my question yes or no. Members of the panel, have you reached a verdict on which at least ten of you agreed?” “Yes, we have.” Some of the legal experts had chorused. “Members of the panel, do you find the prisoner at the bar guilty or not guilty as charged?” There had been total silence in the courtroom as the reply came: “Guilty, my Lord.” The answer had been chorused. And that unanimous decision had stamped his durance vile. The judge had sentenced Rimi to eighteen years imprisonment. Amidst the common hubbub that usually ensued after the judge’s pronouncements, Rimi could detect the glee that possessed the visage of the man whose appearance had initially caught his interest—the man perched beside the lady. As he was being led to the waiting Black Maria outside the courthouse, Rimi had fixed his gaze on the couple. They definitely looked familiar. Who were they? How and where he had known them was what he could not recall at the moment. And he had not recalled anything about them for the next two years. 7 Likes 1 Share |
| Re: Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014 by LarrySun(m): 12:12am On Nov 17, 2014 |
******* When, after only two years, the great gate of Kalaputa Prison was thrown open for Rimi, he didn’t question why he was released early, he just appreciated the freedom. If you put a lion in the zoo for two years, three years, six years, he never forgets what freedom is like. He walked as far away from the facility as he could, clad in the clothes he had worn when he arrived there; an open-collared Lacoste shirt with a small alligator at the left chest. He was even surprised to see that the money he had left in his pockets when he came still remained intact. Evidently, the wardens didn’t remember to probe his sartorial composition. He considered himself quite fortunate that the government had not decided to change the country’s currencies in the space of his incarceration. After trekking a little distance, he stopped. He was getting too tired of this peregrination. The afternoon sun stood proud on the firmament. He had been walking without direction; he was getting disoriented. He didn’t know where to turn. He didn’t know anyone, anyplace, anything. He considered using the money with him to hail a cab, but where would he ask the driver to take him? He looked around him; there were people moving hither and yon, none of them took a glance at him. Why should they? He asked himself. What would anyone have to do with an ex-con? All these people had their destinations; unlike him, they all had their definite directions. Rimi wished he could blend among the busy crowds. But he knew no one. The only remembrance that occurred to him was the faces of the couple he had seen in the courtroom. His mind kept returning to those faces, something he could not fathom himself. He wished he could know their names; maybe the names would fill up the gaping void of his memory. In a way, he still felt like he was still in prison, in a mental prison; a prison even more brutal and horrorifying than what he had witnessed in Kalaputa Prison. His stomach rumbled. He was hungry now; he needed to fill his empty stomach at least. He hoped his stomach would not rumble too loud, it felt as empty as a dry well; and to be able to gather the broken shards of his life, he would need a clear head and a full stomach. At the other side of the road was a restaurant. It was too stately for his taste but his hunger wouldn’t allow him to seek a less-expensive restaurant. He crossed the busy road and entered the restaurant. Most of the diners were fashionably dressed in office attires. Rimi looked at his own clothes and shrugged. He was not looking that dirty, except his unkempt beards. He didn’t care if anyone was looking at him. He was here to refuel his stomach. No one was going to stop him from doing that. They could stare as much as they like, as long as they left him to his own problems. Taking a seat close to the entrance he ordered for any food without beans, he had eaten too much beans in Kalaputa that he had sworn never to taste it again if he gained his freedom. He ordered for a plate of rice and spaghetti with a cold bottle of Maltonic. He concentrated on his food and began to feed himself. He ate with gumption and voracity, totally oblivious of the stare the other diners were drilling him. They didn’t approve of his lack of table etiquettes, some diners even had to storm out of the restaurant in anger. When Rimi was done with his meal, he looked at the faces staring at him and winked without smiling. He scanned them all with his face and decided that he didn’t belong there. He paid for his meal and was about to leave the restaurant when his eyes caught something on the chest of one of the diners. The woman was wearing a necklace with a star-shaped gold pendant. The pendant laid smugly in the lady’s exposed cleavage. As he saw the pendant, memories, lost memories, came flooding back in a rush. He had to grab on the edge of the nearby chair to regain his balance. With full force, his mind travelled back to that night, that fateful night. The night of the robbery. And he remembered everything. ************************************************************************ As Rimi remained in the restaurant, a young man stood waiting outside, waiting for him to come out. The man standing outside was grinning widely, showing three large gold molars, and he was at the same time carrying the face of a man looking through a high-powered microscope and observing an interesting specie of paramecium. To him, Rimi was the paramecium. The man had shadowed him from the moment he was released from prison. He had been on Rimi’s case since the past two years. He was the man Rimi had prayed never to see again. But this particular man was bent on sending Rimi back to where he belonged, Kalakuta Prison… CHAPTER ONE ENDS 17 Likes 5 Shares |
| Re: Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014 by frank317: 6:11pm On Nov 19, 2014 |
Chapter 2 GOOD NEWS WRITTEN BY FRANK3.16 “I want to see the Boss,” Kassim said to the familiar big macho man standing at the gate of the big mansion. His name was Bulus. Bulus the Bull, was not just a good fighter; he was also an intelligent and thorough fellow. The big mansion was always heavily guarded; even staff members had to be scrupulously vetted before given entrance. The security situation around the mansion had even been tighter in recent times because the Boss had not really been feeling too well. With Bulus on guard, getting into the mansion was a hard knot to untie. “The boss does not want to see anyone at this time,” Bulus replied in his serious manner. “You have to come back later.” Kassim smiled, he was sure he was going to see the boss even if the man was about to die. What he really didn’t understand was why he had to undergo the same process every damned time he wants to see Mr. Brown. Well, he really had not been coming around with enough good news to lighten up the man’s spirit but he was sure that this time around, the news he had for him was going to make the sick man jump out of bed. “Tell him I have important news for him.” The macho man shrugged. He wished Kassim would just leave as instructed. His presence had been annoying the Boss recently and he was sure it would be better for Kassim not to see him. The boss was feeling too bad today and Bulus was sure that Kassim’s annoying presence could worsen his situation. Unfortunately, Kassim was a heady fellow who hardly took no for an answer. The boss had been confident that Kasssim would find the jewelry burglars when he gave him the job, but the proud and arrogant man had proven to be nothing but a failure. Bulus wondered what information Kassim had this time around. He had not been here for some time now and Bulus could only hope that Kassim had some good news for the boss. He looked at one of the guards standing close by, “Go tell the boss that Kassim is here and he is insisting to see him. ” “Also tell him I got some important news for him,” Kassim chipped in as the guard made to leave for the mansion. The guard left and came back almost immediately. He was sure that Bulus had not bothered to exchange words with Kassim during his short leave. Both men were men of little words. “Boss asked that we let him in.” he announced to the duo. Bulus decided to follow him to see what he had to tell the boss this time around. Mr. Brown Dino was lying on the long black leather seat in the exquisitely furnished sitting room. His ill health had started right after the key had been taken from the jewelry store and his condition had worsened since he came to the realization that the key might have been lost for good. His whole life savings was all gone! Mr. Brown Dino, a forty nine year old politician, lived alone in the country while his wife and three children lived in the United States of America. On the surface, Mr. Brown was just a dirty politician but he also ran a crime syndicate behind the scene. He was into drug trafficking, kidnapping, high class robbery and disruption of political system just to achieve dubious aims. Before the robbery, he was among the top ten richest men in Lake City. Right now he knew he had nothing without the key. Mr. Brown had been severely affected by the robbery not just because his whole life saving could have been locked away forever, but also because he was outsmarted by an ordinary lady who, unknown to him, was a petty criminal. He had liked Tonia because she was beautiful, smart and sexy. So he had helped her secure a job at the jewelry store where he had kept the key to his treasure. She was also meant to be his private eye around the jewelry store and had been helpful in updating him with useful information on developments at the store. He had stupidly loosened his guard around her just because he found nothing suspicious about her when he dug into her past and background. Of course he had no reason to suspect that such a beautiful girl would want to rob the most secured store in Lake City. Besides he was sure she knew nothing about the key and so would definitely have no interest in it. Mr. Adamu Adeola, the jewelry store owner, also had a secret safe facility where valuable items could be stored. He had boasted to the politician that he had one of the best security systems and assured him that both the jewelries he sold and people’s valuable items were hundred percent safe in his hands. How would he have known that getting Tonia to work there was the beginning of his down fall? Brown had felt keeping the key in Adamu’s safe house was better than having it in his home after vetting the jewelry store and ensuring it was as safe as the owner had boasted. He had also sought Bull’s opinion and the intelligent guard had confirmed that it was safe. Only Bull knew what the key was meant for and so he didn’t even think robbers would be interested in stealing a key amidst lots of precious jewelries. He was wrong; and that was his pain. He had made a very silly mistake and now he was paying for it with his health. Killing Adamu had not helped in curbing his anger neither had it helped in improving his health. The only thing that would make him feel better was finding the key and getting Tonia and her crew. Everything he had worked for had been made to disappear by a common girl who had no background; this was enough reason for him to run mad. The emaciated man didn’t bother to look up towards Kassim and Bulus when both men entered. He was lying faced down and didn’t think Kassim’s presence was enough reason for him to look up; neither did he think it was necessary for him to bother pretending to pay attention. Kassim was not surprised at this behavior. Rather, he was interested in the beautiful nurse who was squatting down and attending to the boss. Her squatting position revealed a momentary mind blowing piece of flesh. “The jewelry robber has been released,” Kassim announced. He also thought there was no necessity for formalities. Mr. Brown looked up like he had been pinched on the neck, “Where is he? Did you bring him with you?” He asked with an energy that surprised the nurse and the three guards who were in the room. Kassim was his private investigator and cleaner. Over the years, the younger man had proven reliable except for this very important job. Mr. Dino liked Kassim for one thing; the confidence he exhumed. Brown loved confident and arrogant people and that was why Tonia had picked his interest right from the first time he had seen her. “I am not with him right now but I have got some people watching him at the moment.” Kassim replied. “He won’t be of much use to us here; all we need is for him to lead us to his friends.” That made sense to the boss. This was unexpected good news. How was it that Rimi was released so soon instead of in eighteen years time? There was hope for him after all. Even if he was not going to get the key back, he was going to have his revenge on Tonia. “So how is his mental condition? Is he still amnesiac?” “Yes and that was exactly why he had been released sooner than expected.” Kassim replied with more confidence. He liked the fact that his presence and the information he had had piqued the boss’s interest. This was the negative part of the news but Brown didn’t allow that to get at him. He sat up, now concentrating on Kassim. “He could be pretending about that you know? Even if he is not, I want you to research on ways we can trigger his memory. If after five days he leads us nowhere, we will have to force him to remember.” “Yes boss, that will be taken care of. We noticed that he has a cop on his trail and he is not aware of this.” “Any idea who the cop is?” “It’s Officer Caleb. He has been assigned to get to the bottom of the case. I think the police suspect that Rimi might recall something once he is out of jail. They think through him they would resolve the murder of Mr. Adamu. Solving the entire case would be a trophy for the officer; perhaps it would grant him promotion.” “I don’t think the presence of the policeman can stop us from doing anything we want to. I just need you to be careful and do not leave room for mistake.” Kassim turned to leave, “You will hear from me if anything comes up boss.” Brown didn’t call him back. He didn’t want to either. The news he had just gotten was enough to make his day. With Rimi out of jail, he was in a better control of the situation. He was sure that his friends would either reach him or he would reach them. Either way, he was going to get Tonia and her friends and perhaps get his key back. It was the key to his treasure that was locked up in Industrial Bank, right here in Lake City. He looked up at Bulus, “Bull, get yourself mentally and physically ready. I have a feeling I will be needing you in the next few days. Bulus only nodded his head. He liked it whenever there was special assignment for the boss. Mr. Brown was like a father to the twenty seven year old. He would do anything for his boss. ** ** 7 Likes |
| Re: Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014 by frank317: 6:13pm On Nov 19, 2014 |
“Stop it!” Tonia screamed playfully at her husband who was tickling her. They were in their sitting room and having a couple’s time. She’d just given him good news this evening and that was the reason for the excitement in the room. They were both on the long seat with Uche lying down and resting his head on her laps. They loved each other. Tonia had fallen in love with Uche at first sight. Unfortunately, Uche had not been the one who had made a move on her. It was that horrible Rimi who disgusted her. She had only accepted to be Rimi’s friend just so that she could get closer to the more handsome and obviously smarter Uche. She had asked Rimi to give her some time to consider a relationship with him knowing fully well that she would never date him. How could she date someone she detested? She hated him because he was nothing but a hindrance to her chance of having Uche to herself. She knew Uche loved her too but with Rimi always hanging around her like a confused dog, they couldn’t express this love openly. Rimi was just an annoying obstacle. He was not as bright as Uche, neither was he half as smart as his friend. They just had to get him out of the way. “Tell me you love me and give me your best kiss then I will stop tickling you.” Uche said to her in the most romantic voice she had ever heard. It’s been two years since they got married but she had never gotten enough of him. The feeling she had for him was new every morning she woke up. It was the most eventful two years of her life. Uche was everything any woman could desire. He had the sexiest voice she had ever heard. He was tall and handsome and had the athletic physique And he had the best quality she always desired in a man; he was extremely smart. She often wondered what would have become of her if she had gone ahead to date Rimi instead. Rimi was jealous, yes good looking too but not half as smart as Uche. She could recall the day, two years ago, she had told Uche about Mr. Brown’s advances during one of their secret meetings. Uche had seen this as an opportunity and rather than asking her to keep away from the millionaire, he had asked her to give in to Brown’s request and wait patiently for the right time to strike and get anything she could from the foolish good for nothing politician. But Rimi had acted all jealous and discouraging when he learnt she was hanging out with Brown. “This is not good for you,” Rimi had gently said to her, “Brown is married and will do nothing but sleep with you for nothing. Would you rather date an older man than a young guy like me?” Such backward statements made her hate him even more. Uche, on the other hand, had asked her to manipulate Brown into giving her a job. And as luck would have it, Brown had given her a job in the biggest jewelry store in Lake City. Right from then, their plans to rob the place started. How she wished Rimi had died that night. Well, she was sure he would rot in jail. Eighteen years in jail was like forever and besides, he would never be able to find them whenever he came out, not in his amnesiac condition. They had left Lake City for Red Ring Town, popularly known as Double R Town, where Uche father’s had a house before he died. They had left with their spoils from the robbery. The worth of the jewelry they got was enough to make them millionaires so they had renovated the old abandoned house and changed their life. Everything amongst all they had taken for the jewelry store that couldn’t be sold had been kept in their store. She bent down and gave Uche a French kiss that lasted about thirty seconds. “I love you.” Uche said to her right after the kiss. Who wouldn’t love Tonia? Back in the days she was the hottest girl in Lake City. And this hot girl had found him worthy of her love. He could kill for her; that was why he was ready to kill his best friend two years ago. Rimi had made himself a nuisance by fronting that he was in love with Tonia. Tonia was his and Rimi was claiming what was rightfully his. The loser was lucky to have gotten away with an amnesiac brain. He most times laughed at his best friend’s stupidity. The fool could do anything for a girl who didn’t have an inch of love for him. His ignorance and love had made their plan work that night. They had killed two birds with one stone; they had made themselves rich and eliminated their obstacle. Rimi didn’t even know why he had to be in the store that night. How could he have known when he was blinded with love for Tonia? Tonia could make Rimi do anything and was why they had used her to drag him out that night. For now, Tonia and uche believed Rimi had six more years in prison. And even if he came out after eight years, the fool wouldn’t even remember what happened. Uche had seen a different Rimi in the court on the day he was convicted. Rimi was looking more like a confused animal. He didn’t even recognize them. Well, good for him. He’d better not remember what happened that night because such memory wouldn’t do him any good. It would only make him realize how foolish he had been all these while. Uche was aware that Rimi knew he inherited his father’s house in Double R Town but he was sure Rimi had no idea how locate the house. Even if Rimi regained his memory, he wouldn’t know where to find them. Besides, he was certain that Rimi would die in jail. For now he would concentrate on his happy home, away from Lake City. Nobody would ever find them, not even the owner of the jewelry store where Tonia had worked. Sometime he would chuckle at the imagination of how Mr. Brown’s face would look like when Mr. Adamu informs that the girl he had brought to keep an eye on him had stolen all he has got. Tonia was a smart girl; she had played her part perfectly. They both deserved all they were enjoying at the moment, Uche believed. He had married her right before they parked into their new home and she had just informed him that she was two weeks pregnant. He sat up after the kiss, “alright, go and dress up. I am going to take you to the best eatery in Red Ring City, after that we go spend our day at Everest Park.” She smiled and stood up. Tonia believed that life with money was enjoyment but life with Uche and money was nothing but heaven on earth. ** ** 6 Likes |
| Re: Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014 by frank317: 6:15pm On Nov 19, 2014 |
Officer Caleb entered the eatery and made himself comfortable in the extreme right corner of the room. The position was safe enough to observe inconspicuously. He ordered for a bottle of coke and continued to watch Rimi. He could easily dictate something different in Rimi’s countenance even as the ex-convict stared at a lady close by. Perhaps he was beginning to remember something. Caleb wouldn’t have believed Rimi was having a memory problem if the police doctor had not diagnosed him of amnesia. Still he believed the likes of Rimi had no business outside the four walls of a jail. He was bent on solving this case by finding Rimi’s associates and ensuring that Mr. Adamu’s murderers were apprehended. He was sure that Mr. Adamu must have seen something that would have implicated both Rimi and his friends and that was why he was killed just a few weeks after Rimi was convicted. Ensuring that Rimi returned back to jail was also one of Caleb’s missions. The doctor had informed him that taking an amnesiac patient to familiar places could help in triggering lost memories. This information meant that letting Rimi free could actually help in the investigation. He concentrated his attention on Rimi and observed that his whole composure had completely changed. What was it about the girl that was making him act differently? He looked closely at the girl from where he stood and noticed that her face was familiar. Late Adamu’s daughter!! His heart began to beat faster. Was it a coincidence that Rimi met Adamu’s daughter in the first eatery he entered right after he was released from jail or did she plan to meet him? Rimi continued to stare but his attention seemed distanced from his immediate environment. Caleb could only wonder what was happening to him. He waited. Outside the eatery, Kassim’s man waited too. CHAPTER 2 ENDS 16 Likes |
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