write2obi:
onihaxy TiffanyJ Nitefury Divepen1 D9ty7 adegwurulez safarigirl LarrySun repogirl frank317 chistar01 .
Its collabo time, abeg Oga's and Madam's please your fans are waiting
Adegwurulez i called you twice come and show your self

adegwurulez:

sorry i didn't see the first call up, let me read from the first page and understnd what this is all about.

write2obi:
onihaxy TiffanyJ Nitefury Divepen1 D9ty7 adegwurulez safarigirl LarrySun repogirl frank317 chistar01 .
Its collabo time, abeg Oga's and Madam's please your fans are waiting
Adegwurulez i called you twice come and show your self

write2obi:
Nice one peacefulness! Now Who will unravel the mystery! Who will tell us what transpired between bisi and her friend. Waiting patiently.

adegwurulez:
Life is a cycle, a web, a chain of events craftily woven by an unseen force, comforting only to those who find favour in the eyes of that unseen force. He never was a believer, No! The last time he went to church was 17years ago when his father had dragged him against his will. Philosophy? Thats bullshyt! Bunch of psychotics seeing things from an insane point of view. Funny enough, he became a believer and a philosopher just in a split second - irony of life.

About a month ago he had seen bisi, her firm bre.ast and perfectly round buttocks was what endeared her to him. Driven by lust and pride in his good looks, he had approached her in hopes he could get an intimate relationship from her. Quite embarrasingly, he rather got an intimate slap. Since then he had wanted to teach her a lesson but his tactical planning and procastination gave her enough time to find a way out. She had join a radical female cult group 'The loyal hoes' and everybody knows not to get in their way.

With this latest development however, he was sure fate was setting them up for one hell of a meeting. Not only was he going to have a taste of Joy alone, he was also going to brutally ra.pe bisi, a memory he would savour for life.

"This has got to be the hottest thre.esome ever." He thought with a smirk on his face.

His roommate eyed him suspiciously. "Anytime you start smiling like a cat, i know you've seen a rat. Now dude, let it out."

With such masterclass oratory skills, michael explained his plans to R.ape Joy and Bisi.

Bisi! That name striked a chord in him. "Which bisi?" he asked.

"Bisi na. Big bre.ast, big yansh."

All his doubts flew out of the window. It was his Bisi, his crush. Why would any sane human being plan to hurt that angel? Now that is unacceptable. Michael might be his friend but the line must be drawn here, Bisi must be protected no matter what it takes.

write2obi:
onihaxy TiffanyJ Nitefury Divepen1 D9ty7 adegwurulez safarigirl LarrySun repogirl frank317 chistar01 .
Its collabo time, abeg Oga's and Madam's please your fans are waiting
Adegwurulez i called you twice come and show your self

thronekid:
Typing....

Divepen1:


I'm after you sir

thronekid:
Typing....

Jeanfortune:
Honestly, this is very interesting, buh, i expected LarrySun to ve put in something by na, thanks Roy for starting this and thanks to the other writers as well especially Peacefulness

write2obi:

I've being trying to get him down here, but it seems he is busy or not interested, the ministry is moving forward anyway.

thronekid:

Yes. He's been quite busy. But he'll be here anon.

Divepen1:


I'm after you sir

nellyme:


Stop disturbing my sLeep sir

Eye stared in amazement as Bisi sprang up from the sofa like a scoffed lion, grabbed the glass vase on the centre table with both hands, aimed it, and instantly launched it towards her head. It would have hit her left eye if not the one inch distance that fate produced to separate a wide bewildered eye from it's doom. The glass vase crashed into the wall behind the sofa with a noisy smash and little pieces of maroon coloured ceramic and artificial roses made of cotton scattered on the floor.

Eye remained in her seat frozen; she couldn't fathom the shocking episode that just transpired. She looked longingly at Bisi's eyes - eyes that burned with anger, hatred and fury searching for answers but Bisi's loud emotion-laden voice broke the brief devilish silence:

"Who do you think you are? You can do me nothing, Eye! You keep threatening and tormenting me just because I didn't agree to carry out the evil you wanted me to carry out for you? Do you think I am like the other girls you push about?" Bisi howled at her, almost in tears.

Eye remained in her position; she was transfixed. She couldn't bring herself to believe that one of the girls of the Loyal Hoes - a sorority that came to life from her own sweat, and hers alone - could be this daring. But yet again, Bisi broke the silence with her raised voice, now with tears streaming down her face unhindered:

"I asked you a question, Eye. Don't stare at me like a dummy!" she screamed and immediately took another step - a bold one - towards Eye, the most dreaded young lady in the whole vicinity. Fuelled by impulse, rather than any premeditation, Bisi grabbed Eye's throat and wrapped her delicate hands tightly around it, clutching it. Eye let out a muffled scream and struggled with Bisi's bony hands for seconds before she could yank them free, but by then, it was already too late; Bisi's hands were already covered in blood. Bisi staggered back at the sight.

"No" Bisi screamed on and on and when she jerked up from her bed, with beads of sweat dripping from her forehead, she was still screaming. With a thumping chest, she instantly checked herself in the bedroom mirror beside her. She checked her neck, but there was no blood there. She rubbed her hands on her neck and checked her hands, but there was no blood still. It was all but a dream.

Just then, Emeka rushed into the room still struggling to get his shorts on in time to meet her sister in front of the mirror. The shout had woken him up and he had decided that his sister probably had an accident on her way to the bathroom, but when she saw her sitting comfortably in front of a mirror, he stared at her with an arched eyebrow, bewildered.

"What was that nonsense shout about?" He asked, unable to hide the irritation in his voice.

"It was a nightmare. Haven't you heard about nightmares? Then, what are you doing in my room at this time of the night? Can't you see I'm almost naked? The last time I checked, I'm not your girlfriend. So, now, get out!"

"You're mad - very mad." he muttered and walked out.

Eye weak from her 'nightmare' slowly walked to the bedside table and picked up her phone - a Blackberry Bold 5 she got as a gift from one of her numerous magas on her birthday. She was boiling. She scrolled through her WhatsApp contacts and found who she was looking for and that was Michael.

"Look, boy. Your work has increased; you won't be helping me deal with only Joy, but also Bisi" she typed and sent it.

Apparently, this Michael was awake, as Eye got a reply only a few seconds later:

"I no understand. No be she suppose lead Joy come meet her death? She no be your friend again?" he asked in pidgin.

"That was then, Michael, not anymore!" she replied and instantly long-pressed on the power button, and fell back asleep.

Emmeritus:
I'm a green horn at writing but permit me to drop a few lines and pardon my ramblings**********

Bisi must be protected he thought but how he would go about that he had no idea. He knew he could never talk his roomie out of the idea, He knew whenever Michael set his mind on something not even Jesus Christ can change his mind. He pretended not to give a hoot about whatever happens to Bisi or Joy but He made a mental note to watch any steps Michael took from that moment onwards.

thronekid:
Now I'm typing and I'm serious.

thronekid:
Now I'm typing and I'm serious.