I'll update 5 shortly , sorry for the delay, it was because of the issues I had with the anti-spam bot. Please continue to drop your comments , they're encouraging . Thanks for the love

DoctorShroud:
I'll update 5 shortly , sorry for the delay, it was because of the issues I had with the anti-spam bot. Please continue to drop your comments , they're encouraging . Thanks for the love

before I read episode 4 I want to see episode 5... i yaf tire for the long throat you are doing to me

Okay, we get it. You're relating true life experiences (at least so you said in your OP). That doesn't, however, excuse you from proper use of grammar, structure and style. You're on the literature board, so if you're telling any story here, fact or fiction, we expect you'll tell it properly.

My dear, I expect better in your subsequent updates.

DoctorShroud:
I'll update 5 shortly , sorry for the delay, it was because of the issues I had with the anti-spam bot. Please continue to drop your comments , they're encouraging . Thanks for the love

I don finish episode 4 o, na 5 I dey wait for and I no go sleep till I see am. If I no see am na im be say I go visit you for dream o, and trust me you no go like my visitation .

henribj:


I don finish episode 4 o, na 5 I dey wait for and I no go sleep till I see am. If I no see am na im be say I go visit you for dream o, and trust me you no go like my visitation .

Lol. At least you should comment on 4 now, what do you think. How's it going so far? Thanks for been there, seems like everybody else don desert me. Expect 5 by 2morrow evening. My apologies.

senbonzakurakageyoshi:
Okay, we get it. You're relating true life experiences (at least so you said in your OP). That doesn't, however, excuse you from proper use of grammar, structure and style. You're on the literature board, so if you're telling any story here, fact or fiction, we expect you'll tell it properly.

My dear, I expect better in your subsequent updates.

True Life experiences + Deductions+ Entertainment, summarizes everything. And thanks for the comments, I'll improve. Could you please pinpoint particular areas I could use as a case study. Thanks for the love. I'm a fan.

Mrshroud:
Lol. At least you should comment on 4 now, what do you think. How's it going so far? Thanks for been there, seems like everybody else don desert me. Expect 5 by 2morrow evening. My apologies.

I am not a literary expert so I can't say much about the plot/arrangement of your story or it's delivery, only fault I have found so far in your story is the typographical error and that is common cos everyone makes such mistakes at different times. Its not as if the typos are so much, just a few here and there, nothing to stress yourself about, and if your readers are too lazy to read through the story and mentally reconstruct the typos into how they want it to be, then they should just pay you for your story which you are sharing with them and that way you can afford to employ someone to proof read your material before making the story available to such paid subscribers.

henribj:


I am not a literary expert so I can't say much about the plot/arrangement of your story or it's delivery, only fault I have found so far in your story is the typographical error and that is common cos everyone makes such mistakes at different times. Its not as if the typos are so much, just a few here and there, nothing to stress yourself about, and if your readers are too lazy to read through the story and mentally reconstruct the typos into how they want it to be, then they should just pay you for your story which you are sharing with them and that way you can afford to employ someone to proof read your material before making the story available to such paid subscribers.

ok thanks for been the most ardent follower of this story series. Like I always say , thanks for the love, episode 5 will be posted later in the day. Its just some factors here are delaying me, not that I deliberately intend to keep you guys waiting. Pls bear with me.

Mrshroud:
ok thanks for been the most ardent follower of this story series. Like I always say , thanks for the love, episode 5 will be posted later in the day. Its just some factors here are delaying me, not that I deliberately intend to keep you guys waiting. Pls bear with me.

thank you for sharing this episodes with us, the days are less boring now.

Doctorshroud, episode four had some issues with incorrect sentence structure, you can just look into it when you have the time. All the same your stories are providing a whole lot of fun, entertainment and moral lessons.

Waiting mrshroud

Nice story +.waiting for episode 5Nice story +.waiting for episode 5Nice story +.waiting for episode 5

Nice story, love ur narrative prowess keep it up, waiting for more updates.

Aww pity Preye much,nice piece Mrshroud. Update more biko.

Ahhh kilode...wae episode 5 na?

where di OP Mrshroud ?? this is not fair nah. Okay fine we understand you have a life and possibly a job as well and other stuffs which take your time, but have mercy on us nah, is it our fault some of us have become addicted to your stories? afterall na quietly I dey on my own o before your story waka come. now wey I don dey buy the market you come dey form say you no sell again, abeg no try am biko.

henribj:
where di OP Mrshroud ?? this is not fair nah. Okay fine we understand you have a life and possibly a job as well and other stuffs which take your time, but have mercy on us nah, is it our fault some of us have become addicted to your stories? afterall na quietly I dey on my own o before your story waka come. now wey I don dey buy the market you come dey form say you no sell again, abeg no try am biko.

Baba I'm so sorry for this , it is not my intention to keep you guys Hanging, its just that @ this point I'm so so busy. But I promise to drop episode 5 2day by the Grace of God.

@Akposb , thanks a lot , I'll do something about the incorrect sentence structure. Bless you.

@Tobiee,Weirdman,greglee,Missmossy, - thanks to you all for the love . I promise not to let you down. Pls just bare with me these - shoul I say - trying times. Love u all.

Mrshroud:
Baba I'm so sorry for this , it is not my intention to keep you guys Hanging, its just that @ this point I'm so so busy. But I promise to drop episode 5 2day by the Grace of God.

@Akposb , thanks a lot , I'll do something about the incorrect sentence structure. Bless you.

@Tobiee,Weirdman,greglee,Missmossy, - thanks to you all for the love . I promise not to let you down. Pls just bare with me these - shoul I say - trying times. Love u all.

At 1:30 I will be online waiting 4 ur hot episode 5.I so much love your story bt menh,what happened to Preye is more than embarrassment na ebaricement what a piry.

Announcement

The coming episodes would be a departure from the campus themed stories of previous episodes. And would tell the story of a girl named caroline. I am considering changing from 'random campus true life stories' to '
'Random true life stories' to provide room for broadness and enable me to meet up with the supply of stories.

Please readers, comment and let me know what you think about this.



Episode 5- (A temporary departure from campus stories) Caro's story-part 1.

My name is caroline,and without much ado' about an organized start, I want to tell you the story of my life at a mid- point.
And that mid-point is the beginning of how I met segun.

I was in 'S.S.1' when I met segun, he was one of the numerous older guys making advances at me.
He started this since I was in J.S.S3 and unlike others like him who shamelessly wooed me as an underage girl in secondary school I developed a soft spot for him which made me hate him more for this 'power' he had over me .

Let me explain.
Those times , the words of my mother constituted more than a guiding principle for me. It was my life.
And summarily it was "Avoid all men, for they are evil" .
While growing up I understood my mum as a loving and dedicated mother who tried her best to make me happy.
Mama however always exhibited a high degree of hate for men , far above normal or typical for women who had experienced cruel disappointments in the hands of a man.

Mama was blunt and direct in conveying her message to me -regarding men- ever since I was growing up.
In her wanting the best for me, She unconsciously nurtured me into a being who saw men as some sort of a severely wicked specie.

My mum had a fundamental reason for exhibiting such hate for the opposite sex and it was because of the terrible conditions under which my father left us, I on my part had no reason of my own or I was led into adopting my mum's reason.
My reason was derived , hence I joined my mum in giving up on all men.

When I felt hatred for a man who wooed me , I was been real and been 'myself'. It was my orientation; but when I felt the same for segun, it was a strong pretense , and an inordinate departure from myself .
This edge he had over me- unknown to him- scared me and made me uncommonly aggressive to him.

For close to 6 months , segun was resilient and my guard was diminishing . I won't deny I sometimes thought of him, and quite a distance from the status quo, I never discussed segun with 'mama'.


My School's security chief -the ever strict baba oloye - warned him severally to stop coming to linger around the school gate. Segun didn't buy it. He continued , and even tried bribing baba oloye , which was a totally wrong move that eventually led to his dramatic arrest with the charge of posing a security risk to the students and staff of the school.
"Na kidnapper eh!", babe oloye yelled, as Segun was been led into the van.
I heaved a sigh of relief that my nightmare had been gotten rid of, even though I knew I was gonna miss him. However I was wrong about the riddance prospects.

One day, I and my two closest friends- nneka and vero- had a cold sober misunderstanding in school.
The reason for the disagreement was not unconnected to the certitude that some random events had made a mild rumor - that I was a lesbian- go acutely viral and implicating my two friends in the mess.

That day, after school I was heading home all alone, feeling lonely and frustrated but still feigning my ever accessible adamant attitude as an armor and a non-verbal message to gossips that I didn't care what anybody thought about me . a few meters from the main school Gate and towards the commuter road I heard his familiar voice from behind.

"Caroline." He called out to me.
Somehow he had managed to catch my name in the course of his bothering my life.
I turned around and faced him menacingly.

"Sweet girl, how are you?"
He said smiling seductively.

"How many times have I told you to stop stalking me?"
I yelled at him.
I was getting ready to let out the day's frustration and anger on him.

Segun was much older but he still had the harmlessly charming smile of a teenager, he had a uniquely stylish dress sense too.
My mind's eye never failed to take note of these qualities- as an indifferent objective observer though; however my physical eyes emitted a high degree of aggression.
What was it about me that segun couldn't just give up on me like the others? I wondered.

"I'll stop stalking you on one condition."
He said, still smiling comfortably adding more to my frustration as no matter how much I tried to make him uncomfortable he always appeared very comfortable.

"What makes you think I'm interested in your conditions?" I asked with an uncooperative tone.

He didn't seem bothered. He still wore the smile as if the smile was working a secret wonder on me which I was yet to know of, and indeed I wasn't sure if it wasn't .

"Please hear me Out first"
He offered again.

"Say whatever!"
I snapped impatiently.

He handed me a mobile phone.
"Take this and forget about me " he said casually, and I was lost .
His offer remained suspended mid-air as I my eyes initiated a hostile probe of his actions. I was trying to decipher what he was up to. All men who had approached me never asked for my number or initiated any conversation towards the direction of mobile communication perhaps because none of them ever imagined I could own a phone: perhaps otherwise, my mind would have raced there;
meanwhile I partially observed that Some of my mates were passing by and casting side glances at us.


Was this some kind of a joke? I thought?

Few words were exchanged and it indeed appeared that the mobile phone was his condition for letting me be. I greedily accepted the mobile phone .
After all it was his condition for quitting his bothersome advances. I knew this wasn't all , I knew there was still more to it , but I couldn't place my fingers on it and from my calculations I was safe and had nothing to lose; he even aided my calculations, " just take it as a parting gift and have me walk out of your life for good, or isn't that what you want?". He asked calmly. How clueless I was to have been unaware that "nothing goes for nothing".

I got home that day, my home was an old styled one bedroom flat somewhere in the outskirts of surulere .
'Mama' wasn't home as usual ,she operated a grocery store at 'teju-osho' market since I was a kid and I'd grown used to her partial unavailability over the years.

I settled down to check the specs and features of my new 'toy' it was a nokia c1 a "camera phone!"

It was the era when phones with cameras were a new fascinating technology in nigeria. An induction of A radical departure from my mum's old generation nokia 3310 that was available and affordable only by the 'Elite'.

I found myself getting crazy about the device, hence I deployed a lofty degree of my exploratory tendencies and it soon paid off as I soon discovered There was a sim already in the phone, and it didn't take long before I got attracted to a screen icon labeled multimedia, there was some rhythm and blues tracks in the music session, I played them briefly , then I scanned the video section and met the shocker of my life.

I saw porn.

As coolly as that dropped , it was the forbidden fruit that would revoke my residential status in the 'garden of semi-innocence' and lead me to a guilt and negative awareness trip.

For one, porn was somewhat alien to me, it was something I had never seen or imagined to exist in my remote reality even though I had heard tales of it from my classmates.
I grew up watching 'nollywood' home videos and even as mild as intimate scenes were back then , I was made to look the other way when they played. That was the worst form of 'extreme' to me by then.

The thumbnails of naked people adorning the various clips that assembled in a grid pattern indicated porn and what was left for me was an intense battle within me whether to indulge my eyes or use the delete option which I had earlier discovered.

My curiosity got the better part of me , and I found my thumbs clicking the play button, and my eyes got stuck on the screen after struggling to reduce the volume to what I considered 'safe enough'

My mouth opened in wonder at the colossal display of raw sex. It was like I had used a magnifying glass to look into a drop of water and i discovered a whole human civilization in a drop of water.

I continued watching each of the clips and I spent up to two hours; time I found difficult spending on my books was easily and generously deployed to such a thing as watching porn.
A part of me must have subconsciously lamented the 'sweetness of bad things' ; however the only consciousness I was aware of at that moment was the sex on the screen and its appealing biological effects on my body.


I hadn't changed from my uniform , I hadn't eaten , all I did was watch , and I felt comfortable until an indication appeared on the screen informing me that the video function of the mobile phone would have to be suspended to conserve battery energy.

I returned to reality, but my senses weren't so fast and added to that , I made a new discovery.

Something 'funny' must have been going on underneath me,as My underwear was soaked with sticky liquid that emanated from my womanliness.

I rushed to the bathroom to clean up, one thing led to another, I inserted my fingers into my va.gina and started to stimulate myself , I felt such a guilty sweet sensation that I let out a loud moan at the climax of it all.

When I was through in the bathroom, the phone rang.

I answered the call.
I couldn't mistake the voice.

It was Segun.

To be continued...

Mrshroud. Nice 1

Mrshroud, my observation is that you are not the one who wrote the Caroline story, believe you either had someone else write it, or you copied the story from somewhere, I do not mean to sound offensive, but the whole Caroline story is totally different from your normal stories both in writing form and structure. Just my observation tho.

henribj:
Mrshroud, my observation is that you are not the one who wrote the Caroline story, believe you either had someone else write it, or you copied the story from somewhere, I do not mean to sound offensive, but the whole Caroline story is totally different from your normal stories both in writing form and structure. Just my observation tho.

No offense taken bro. You've been following up real Good and I appreciate. You're very right about the departure from style and structure. And of course I indicated something close in the announcement paragraph of the story. I however re-assure you , and quite honestly too; that the story is entirely my intellectual property, and with time you'll feel me in it . Thanks a lot. And I want you to re-read the announcement paragraph and tell me what you think. Should we still stick to the campus themed stories or broaden up? Your opinion counts. Whatever you decide, the campus themed stories will still dominate the project. Thanks.

Mrshroud life is a broad angle and it is a good recipe for stream of stories but nothing beats Campus tales, they are in a world of their own. Just continue with your healthy mixture of stories. I sent you a pm.

Akposb:
Mrshroud life is a broad angle and it is a good recipe for stream of stories but nothing beats Campus tales, they are in a world of their own. Just continue with your healthy mixture of stories. I sent you a pm.

yea , I've replied you. Thanks bro

Mrshroud:
No offense taken bro. You've been following up real Good and I appreciate. You're very right about the departure from style and structure. And of course I indicated something close in the announcement paragraph of the story. I however re-assure you , and quite honestly too; that the story is entirely my intellectual property, and with time you'll feel me in it . Thanks a lot. And I want you to re-read the announcement paragraph and tell me what you think. Should we still stick to the campus themed stories or broaden up? Your opinion counts. Whatever you decide, the campus themed stories will still dominate the project. Thanks.

firstly I have to say that you have convinced me that the Caroline story is truly yours. Why I initially doubted it was yours was because of the structure of the Campus stories, they appeared rushed and full of typos, but in the Caroline story it was obvious you really took your time to construct the whole package, hardly did I come across a typo, everything about the Caroline story was just smooth, and what finally convinced me was your reply to my last mention, it was smooth, just like the Caroline story.
As for you wanting to branch out into different stories, personally I would not advise that because these stories will tend to confuse your readers, it is best you focus on one story and complete it then move on to another story, except in the case where the Caroline story somehow at a point branches into the Campus story, I.E, the Caroline story is related or linked to the Preye etc stories.
Just my opinion bro. Whichever way you choose to play it, I do think you are doing a good job. Kudos.

henribj:


firstly I have to say that you have convinced me that the Caroline story is truly yours. Why I initially doubted it was yours was because of the structure of the Campus stories, they appeared rushed and full of typos, but in the Caroline story it was obvious you really took your time to construct the whole package, hardly did I come across a typo, everything about the Caroline story was just smooth, and what finally convinced me was your reply to my last mention, it was smooth, just like the Caroline story.
As for you wanting to branch out into different stories, personally I would not advise that because these stories will tend to confuse your readers, it is best you focus on one story and complete it then move on to another story, except in the case where the Caroline story somehow at a point branches into the Campus story, I.E, the Caroline story is related or linked to the Preye etc stories.
Just my opinion bro. Whichever way you choose to play it, I do think you are doing a good job. Kudos.

your understanding of my writing style is humbling . I must say I'm deeply impressed. Thanks for following ardently. You remain my arch supporter. your opinion regarding the question I posed is appreciated and will be acted upon in due time too. Thanks for the love bro.

Tobiee:
Mrshroud. Nice 1

thanks for the love. Glad to know you're still following.

Mrshroud:
your understanding of my writing style is humbling . I must say I'm deeply impressed. Thanks for following ardently. You remain my arch supporter. your opinion regarding the question I posed is appreciated and will be acted upon in due time too. Thanks for the love bro.

Your welcome man, and thank you for entertaining us with your stories, I appreciate it.

Please, continue with the campus story.I find it difficult to comprehend the new story you are writing.The campus story rock!!!

Continuation of Episode 5
...


It was Segun.
"Caro its me segun, I forgot to Give You The charger , if you're less busy you may just take a 'drop' to No14c bisola Street festac and Just Call Me. There is Credit in The phone , I'll come out and Give you your charger And Pay your Taxi Bill. Please be fast , I'm going out in the Next 1 hour"

Segun hung up.
I was taken unawares by the short call that barely spanned 15seconds. I barely had time to accept or reject.

As ridiculous as it sounds , there dared to exist a debate within me whether to go or not to.
The rational side of me reminded me that this was Lagos, where anything could happen. another side urged me to go, and that I would return safely.
If I had been the self-introspective type I would have declared both thoughts laughable for even daring to exist inasmuch as common sense would have assumed an entirely dismissive stance on the issue.

Finally, out of a deep-rooted but expansely suppressed 'curious cat' trait that was been strangely dug up that day, i decided to Go. and that decision marked the beginning of the death of the old me.

Tuface' chart topping song 'enter the place' comes to mind. "Enter the place,make we see if you no go carry belle.". Just a hint.

Surulere to 'Festac' was about 11km and factors like the heavy traffic could mean as long as 30minutes on the road, I wasn't feeling hungry yet so I just took off . I received a text from segun detailing the address.

My screen indicated an all time low battery, like an outcry to the popular comedian 'I go die', but it never went dead.
Perhaps the manufacturers of the nokia cell phone battery were 9 top cat technologists; For indeed the phone was a cat with nine lives .
It continued to beep like it was going dead but it lasted till I got to the Gate at number 14c bisola street.

I called segun .
"I'm at your Gate."

He told me he'd be around shortly.

For a while, there was no sign of segun and the driver was beginning to get irritated.
His face contorted into a severely mean expression.

"Oh girl, as you fine like this E be like say you no like am ni?
You want make I wooze you slap , before you know say you dey waste my time ni??
Abi o ya werey ni?? abi you dey craze?".
He Rapped.

I was afraid and tried to beg but he shut me up rudely, i never imagined he was so ill- tempered. It was unfortunate.

"You no know say na eko be this ni? and every seconds Count ni, abi you be learner ni?".
He thundered.

I knocked desperately at the gate , and there was still no response , the taxi man hit the gate with mad fury, and thereafter turned towards me; He advanced towards me with clenched fists, with the intent of perhaps assaulting me, I was still trembling and shook with fear.

I must have closed my eyes "oh 'Lord, who send Me?? Oh Lord, let this Cup pass over me !" I prayed inwardly.

He was getting closer to me, I could feel it. I was expecting a deafening slap as the intro to the assault , when I heard a loud bark that actually sounded like a Lion roaring.

What was that?
I opened my eyes sharply.

I saw segun emerging from a 'close', adjacent to the building, with two massive and scary looking dogs flanking him on both sides.

"oh Thank God. at last!!"

Segun approached with roaming eyes , his Dogs Breathing typically.

Segun was cross with the driver , the driver somehow seemed to be intimidated by segun and assumed a conforming stance.
He then apologized.
" Ejo ema Binu sa(abeg no vex sir)"
Segun seemed to identified himself to the taxi man, and the identity segun revealed weighed much to the driver. Was segun an officer of the law? It couldn't be possible because he was arrested once in my presence. I wondered what could be in those few harsh yoruba words that he spoke . I was yet to find out.
The driver more-so,seemed to have a fright for the dogs which he barely managed to conceal.
I didn't blame him , those dogs were scary.

I first noticed segun had a smooth looking tattoo of tupac shakur smoking, around his muscular biceps.
He wore a sleeveless close-hugging black top that did much to accentuate a thick muscular upper body too.
I found myself unconsciously admiring his thick muscular frame and I dared to drool despite the presence of the scary looking dogs. Wait a minute! What was happening to me? Since when did I start taking so much cognizance of the anatomy of the opposite sex. Must be the porn and the negative awareness legacy it left behind.

Segun authoritatively dismissed the driver after handing him his money.

"My angel, I hope he didn't touch you??"

I was brought back to my senses . I looked nervously at the dogs as if they asked the questions. Segun smiled in understanding

"Seems like You're not comfortable with jack and Robin?" He said nodding at the two beasts. I still didn't reply.

He unlocked the gate and directed them to go into their cage, and dramatically they obeyed with a growl that seemed to affirm his command.

I admired the scene I just saw, and I respected segun for it.
I still assumed my adamant look then I finally spoke.

"you're asking me if he touched me? If you had come Out as soon as I called you , would it have gotten to this." I resumed my hostility and stubborn demeanor which my mum termed 'only pikin jógbon'

"you probably wanted me to die here!!" I accused him childishly.

Segun seemed to be enjoying my theatricals and attitude as he was smiling from ear to ear. Then quite unexpectedly segun hugged me which made a great-deal lump of uneasiness leap sharply within me.
I was still, like an ice , I thought I felt his hands slide down almost to my bottom area.
I gasped lightly, and heaved a rapid breathing. Perhaps Another observer would have seen nothing but a mild hug to me it was a wild shock because I had never been that close to a man. It was too fast for me to have offered any form of resistance.

"My Angel you know, I would Never let you die, I"m sorry, I didn't mean to Hurt you"
Segun whispered. Perhaps the hug had an effect on him too. He broke the hug and stared affectionately at me, he was getting carried away.
I felt same wet chemicals in my pants as I felt earlier. Was this same reason people made sentences with 'chemistry' in the context of romance. Like "there's a chemistry between I and you" -For instance.

I was staring at the floor all along , it was as if the hug had extracted a shyness within me that I didn't know existed. I noticed I was a few inches taller than him.

"Please get me a taxi, I need to Get Going now, its getting late." I whispered uneasily like I was talking to myself.

"Won't you collect the Charger again??"
He asked me , taken aback.

I stretched out my hands to receive the charger , still unable to look in segun's face.

"Its Inside, come And have it ,so that you'll start going soon" he left me and went inside.

Segun seemed to be using a reverse psychology on me.
I was stubborn and uncooperative when his tone seemed to be patronizing, but I was yielding and co-operative when he spoke on a note of finality, like he was leaving me with no options.

Perhaps because of his longevity in the business of 'toasting' me, I had made a mistake of subconsciously allowing a stem of familiarity to grow between I and segun, such that i allowed him to lead me here ; there was therefore no room for contemplation.
He possessed the transport fare, he possessed the charger. He had succeeded in getting me into his chess board , it was for him to play wisely.

I would later realize segun was as wise as a serpent.

As I took the first step towards the entrance , I heard a beep from my phone, I was surprised that it was still on. It was a message from my service provider advertising Psquare's 'Danger/wahala dey' caller tune.

I dismissed the message by clicking a button.

I didn't know there was indeed Danger ahead.

End of episode 5.
Episode 6 coming up soon.

At present I'm traveling to Lagos from port-harcourt, when I arrive I'll drop episode 6 . Endeavor to Drop by, comment and also wish me safe journey.

gunners160:
Please, continue with the campus story.I find it difficult to comprehend the new story you are writing.The campus story rock!!!

noted.