Amuj:
Oga oyinprince d Web address no gree open

Lol, I didn't write it well before www.youngicee.com

Wonderful work Oyin.

uthman305:
well you right,,no doubt bout it....whether tarasha like it or not....she most fall,,which Benny jues started now...like you have said...it all depends on what oyin has for her

With the way things are going, i am beginning to confirm my worst fears and if tarasha i unstable, she could be caught or dealt with!

Whichever way, i knw oyinprince will do and is already doing justice to d story!
Weldone sir! More ink to urs pen!

Following from nairaland to ur blog n back here again, I swear u r a gifted writer. The story is back to back. Only God knows how many classes n important tiz dat needs ma attention I av skipped. Hw I wish dis write up can become a made in Nigeria movie!....I doff ma hat for u....keep it coming.... (my namesake)

I see this story coming to an end as Tarasha falls in love with Henry, gory as it sounds, I still want her to undertake some more killings ! But truth be told, you are gifted Oyin and I give thanks everyday that I opened this story the day I did!

wow! this is great

Tarasha - Chapter 13 part 4

Tarasha stood transfixed, temporarily unable to utter any word or move from the spot. The knife in her left hand fell off and blood began to drip down to the floor.

'Omotara' Henry called softly as he proceeded forward. 'We need to talk'

His phone rang out, disrupting the moment. He quickly took it out and silenced it without checking the caller's ID.

'Jeffery' Tarasha's lips moved repeatedly. The colours in her eyes were changing, it looked like she wanted to cry but there was no tears formed in the eyes. 'Where did you see him?' Tarasha asked calmly. She released the knife in her right hand to the ground.

Henry's gaze moved away from her. He took a quick glance at the window at the balcony of the house, someone was opening the curtain to peep. 'Let's sit somewhere and talk'

Tarasha inhaled deeply and walked back to the car , she entered back into the front seat she was before. Henry followed her slowly. His phone rang again, he checked the screen this time, it was Agent Dakolo calling. He silenced it again and dipped it into his pocket. He entered and sat in the driver's seat.

He looked at Tarasha's face, she seemed not to have noticed that he was now in the car with her. Her face had turned pale, her body was right there with him but her mind had journeyed far.

~~FLASHBACK~~

** May 27, 2014 **

Omotara sat on the floor of the bus which was covered with a dirty rug. Still crying, she was feeling so uneasy and dirty in her blood stained clothes. She wiped the tears off her face from time to time but it was still uncontrollable, it kept flowing down like a river.  No one could have imagined that such a calamity could befall a happy family like hers, especially on her day of joy. Her parents and two of brothers were brutally murdered, her virginity was stolen in the most gruesome way and now she and the rest of her siblings were being carried to an unknown place, only God knew where they were taking them to and what they wanted to use them for.

The bus vibrated on getting to a rough side of the road after which the motion was slowed down and finally brought to a stop. Some of their captors went out of the bus and returned two minutes later. They began to lead the youngest group of which Jerry was among, outside. It was very dark, so Omotara could not see where they were being led to.

'Ahhh!' She heard a loud groan which she recognized. Her elder brother, Jeffery had fallen to the floor where he was in the bus, a man who was holding a gun was standing over him and looking at him with mean eyes. It seemed as if Jeffery had tried to peep through the window and the man had hit him on the head with the butt of the gun. Her eyes met with her brother's own , his lips were vibrating, he was trying to say something to her but he was inaudible. His eyes closed slowly and gradually. Omotara's cry increased, she couldn't tell if he died or fainted.

'When we get out of this bus, I'll make sure his head is cut off' the man who hit Jeffery said in a warning tone to others. Omotara he felt like getting up to do something like hitting the man furiously until he kills her too but she couldn't, her bones were so weak that she couldn't even lift her legs without vibrating. It wasn't easy to be forced on several sex rounds with the evil man whose body weight was four times hers.

The main aim of the rapist was actually to molest her till death, but she somehow survived. He had to give up after he had gone several rounds with the innocent girl and she wasn't showing any signs of dying soon.

Jeffery was still laying down unconsciously when the bus stopped again, that was after another hour of traveling. Some of their captors went out again and returned few minutes later to transfer another group of kids to another bus. Omotara was part of the new group to be transferred. Her peers began to get up and follow the directions given by the men to move out of the bus. Omotara was too weak to get up, she tried to, but her legs failed her. She was still there with her back rested on the bus wall as she struggled to get up, she noticed a pair of boots stop in front of her, she looked up to see the person. It was the same man who led the group into her house and molested her, she could recognise his mask and color of clothes. He took off his mask gradually, revealing his mean face. He snarled and stared at her wickedly.

'Didn't you see your mates going out?' He barked and landed a thunderous slap on her face. She rolled on the floor with crying aloud. The intensity of her headache increased, her vision was becoming blur. She stared into his face, still weeping before she blacked out.

It was until the next morning she opened her eyes, very hungry she was. She found herself in a forest, laying on grass, clad only in her pant. Her stomach grumbled as she tried to sit up, she could see her peers passing by her side and carrying several logs of wood on their heads, all dressed only in pants also.

Something landed on her head softly, a loaf of bread. She picked it up hurriedly and started devouring it like an hungry lion without trying to find the source. A man came to stand in front of her, she looked up at his face. He didn't look like a Nigerian, but he was African.

'Eat quickly. You can get water at the river over there' the man said, pointing in direction of the river. His intonation and pronunciation further confirmed his non Nigerian citizenship. 'Join your mates immediately you finish, there's lot of work to do' he concluded and walked away.

She paused a little while and turned around to look, it seemed that the work had begun a long time, all the girls were sweating heavily. Her headache began again.

~~PRESENT~~

'Omotara' Henry called. She blinked her eyes and turned slowly to him, her eyes looked heavy but there was still no tears in it.

'Jeffery is dead. How do you claim to have seen him?' She asked in a threatening voice.

'He's not dead, I saw him, he came to me and we spoke. He told me exactly the same story of how your parents were killed, his account was in no way different from yours...' Henry's phone interrupted again. He took it out and silenced it after taking a look at the screen, Mr Sylvester was the one calling now. He silenced it permanently and returned it into his pocket.

'Where did you see him?' Tarasha asked.

'He came to look for you and found me' Henry answered.

Tarasha blinked her eyes, she was doubting his answer.

'You've also seen him before' he quickly added. 'The man who I saw you with in the Catholic Church premises'

Tarasha paused to think. Jefa's picture flashed back into her mind. She tried to connect his face with Jeffery's but she couldn't find any connection. The man was way older than Jeffery should be. She shook her head in disagreement, mumbling some words to herself. 

'He told me your story, your full name and even showed me one of your childhood pictures.

Tarasha shook her head in disbelief, she opened the door and stepped out. She couldn't take all what he was saying, it couldn't be true. Jeffery was dead, the man who hit him with the butt of the gun had promised to take off his head.

Henry stepped out of the car and turned to join her at the other side.

'Where is he now?' She asked him.

'He's in town, I have his phone number' Henry said excitedly, he took out his phone and began to search through his contact details. He dialed Jeffrey immediately he saw it. Unfortunately, the line was switched off.

'His phone is switched off now' Henry announced, looking disappointed.

'Henry, please leave' Tarasha said with a strict tone and began to walk into the building without looking back.

'Tara, we still need to talk' Henry pleaded for her to wait stop but to no avail. She was done with him already.

~~~

Jefa continued to flip through the pages of the diary. The writings on each day increased as he progressed. He realised that the events of older days were actually recopied into the diary, they were transferred from the previous ones and compiled into that one, it could be seen from the writing and ink of pen used. Their mother must have summarised and removed somethings she considered irrelevances from the older ones because she had about five to ten older days on a page while she had the days which were closer to her death more detailed. Precisely, two months before May 27, 2014 more detailed; each days within that period took at least half a page. But the ones were before that period were very brief, the most brief ones were the ones of the early 2000s, each day contained only a line or even half a line.

His mother could not have recopied it alll by herself, she must have paid someone to do it for her. The detailed ones were the only ones written by her, it was evident from the handwriting and neatness of pages. The total writings ended at the third quarter of the book. He finally stopped at some pages after the middle page.  March 27, 2014. He began to read.

"Today, my family finally moved from our comfortable duplex in Victoria Island, Lagos state to an hideout in Gwaskara, Borno state. That was the only place we could think of running to since my husband is an indigene of the state. The conspiracy and threats of our enemies had become more serious and it looked like the police could do nothing about it. Even the Inspector's advice was for us to hide for the main time until they were less angry with us. The house is not that bad, it just doesn't look as comfortable as our home is. It also needs thorough cleaning and washing. Thank God schools have not resumed yet, I would do the cleaning together with my kids tomorrow."

Jefa placed a finger on the page and closed the diary. He raised up his head, deep in thoughts. He remembered that Sunday several years ago, a mini van had arrived into their compound as early as 3am, their parents woke them up and asked them to start arranging their clothes and books into bags. Jeffery did not understand what was going on then, all his efforts to get an explanation from his parents failed as they gave him no response. His mother even shouted at him angrily to shut him up, only for her to apologize two days later in the new house and promise to tell him the reason for the movement when he comes of age. He never got that explanation till his parents were sent forcefully out of the land of the living.

Who could those enemies be? He thought. Who were those who sent his family out of Lagos to a place of unrest and unsettled security .

Except for an instance where he saw his parents discussing with so much tension, he had never heard, seen or suspected that his parents had enemies. He used to think they were loved by everybody due to their generous attitude and their selflessness in carrying out their medical profession.

He opened the diary again and began to flip backwards, scanning through each page briefly. He stopped at February 24, 2014

"Today, the threats against us increased. The Chief once again asked Danjuma to approve the deal but Danjuma refused. The Chief went ahead to give us a deadline of one month to consider it. He promised to take our lives if we do not comply and sign the deal. I've never been so confused in my life. My husband is confused too.

We've reported the situation to the police but no step has been taken to act on our case, I strongly believe that these Chiefs have a very strong backup in the force. May God help us and save us from this terrible thing that is about to befall us"

Jefa closed the diary again, he was more determined now to find out who the Chiefs were. He opened and began to flip backwards. A knock sounded on his door. He paused, looked up and kept quiet to listen well. The knock came again. He quickly got up and returned the diary to its former position. He straightened his clothes and went to the door. The police had come for him as expected, he had explanations to make about the trouble that ensued in his store the last night.

... To be continued

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Fascinating write up. Hope this is not the end for Tarasha & her gang?.

Wow, your story is captivating and filled with suspense. Bin a silent reader for some time now, but decided to comment. Bros ur gud. More ink to your pen. Waiting for more updates.

Oyinprince this your story is really outstanding how i wish it can be made into a movie,pls keep the update coming the suspense is quite much.

well let's see how everything turns iur

well let's see how everything turns out

Wow! I finally catch up wit diz exhilarating Thriller. Kudos 2 u Oyinprince. May God bless the womb that conceive u.

so i started reading dis story frm 1759 which was 3days ago. now wer in 2031. egbon oyin comman continue ur story o. he sweeeet die! more subscription and ba3 to ur fone o

oyinprince u are d bomb.Top notch updates back 2 back,from tarasha arriving from russia to d killing of robin khan to the murder of jubril lawal,season film o jawo mo!

wow every episode is a back to back hit.

Tarasha - Chapter 13 - Part 5

Tarasha walked into the house without taking another look at Henry. No one was in the living room when she stepped in, she knew that they were all peeping before and had all run into their rooms when they saw her coming. She saw the widow curtain which was slightly opened. She walked closer to the window and peeped from it. Henry was still standing and bfacing the house, he saw her peeping. She rolled down curtains immediately after their eyes met and turned back to lock the entrance door carefully. She began to proceeded to the rooms section.

'Cole, Benny, Aisha' she called in a loud but gentle voice as she stopped in front of Aisha's room. One after the other, they all came out to meet her.

'Start packing everything that's important, we are leaving here in the next one hour'

'Cole' she called and turned to him. 'Hack into the security cameras system and stop all transmissions from this area and several kilometres surrounding it. I believe we are being monitored, so we have to be careful' she said and began to proceed into her own room. She stopped at the entrance and turned back. Cole, Aisha and Benny were still standing on the same spots they were, staring at her in awe. They wondered if what you said about them being monitored was true. Then that means that their Waterloo was near.

She walked past them to the living room again and went to the window to check. Henry had just opened the gate and was returning to his car. He stopped before entering the driver's seat and glanced around the house again. Tarasha quickly closed the curtain to hide herself. He fixed his gaze on the window for a second, he knew someone was looking at him through the window but he couldn't tell who it was. He opened the door and entered into the car. He kicked off the engine and reversed out of the compound. He came out of his car again to close back the gate before driving off.

Tarasha left the window and walked back to her room. Benny and the others had already entered their rooms. She got inside her room and locked the door. She sat on the bed, buried her face on her palms and let out a deep breath. She had underestimated the Nigerian police, she began to think. She thought that all her tracks had been covered, not knowing that someone, Henry was on her trail. She was sure in her heart that he was an undercover cop sent to bring her down. That was the reason for all he had been doing.

She thought of how he bumped into her at the computer shop when she first came into Abuja, it all began to make sense to her now. She had been too careless to note that his constant running into her was not by mistake but was planned. She was being monitored.

Ahe now understood his romance tactics with her, it was very common for undercover cops to have a romantic relationship with their targets, it always worked for them. Now the common saying "Feelings are for fools" taught to them by the Nefary clan was making complete sense. The day an assassin begins to have affections is the day the assassin's death warrant is signed.

How did Henry find out all he did about her? Her real name, the name of her brother and what she did. Of course, he hadn't seen her brother Jeffrey, he died a long time ago. Or how could her brother even have recognised her after so many years? Henry was an expert agent, she was very sure.

She came up with a clue of how her bloodline was traced and how Henry found out that the name of her brother, Jeffrey. Henry must have taken something from her during their time of staying together, likely a strand of her hair when she foolishly agreed to stay in the cameras commission house with him. They must have gotten the strand from her comb when she went out. With that they would have been able to trace her background and find out all about her origin in Nigeria.

She got up from the bed and flung open the wardrobe. She began to take out her guns and ammunitions first, she arranged them into their bags neatly.

~~

Henry had driven for thirty minutes before he remembered to check his phone. He had just left the village where he went to visit Tarasha and had gotten into town. He pulled up close to the area where commercial cabs were parked. He took out his phone and drew the security pattern, he clicked on the call logs icon. He dialed Sylvester's number first.

'Hello sir' he spoke immediately the call was answered.

'Hello, Mr Henry. We've been trying to reach you for a long time. What happened? Were you in church?' Sylvester's voice came through impatiently.

'Yes, I was in church today and my phone was on silence mode' Henry gave the expected excuse.

'Oh! I never knew you were a religious type' Sylvester exclaimed.

'I'm not religious, I'm a Christian' Henry corrected.

'Anyways, have you spoken with Agent Dakolo? He's the one who urgently needs to reach you.'

'No, but I'll call him right away'

'Please do'

'Okay' Henry ended the call and dialed Dakolo immediately.

'Good afternoon sir' Henry greeted first.

'Good afternoon Henry, how are you doing?'

'Fine sir, what about you?'

'I'm good. We need to see urgently'

'Where do you want us to meet sir?' Henry asked.

'We can meet in your house or any place of your choice' Dakolo said.

'In my house?' Henry sounded uncomfortable with the idea.

'Anywhere you want. In a restaurant or wherever but not in the office'

'I think I should come and meet you in Elymax, we can discuss in the restaurant there' 

'Okay, I'll be expecting you in the next thirty minutes'

'Yeah sure' Henry ended the call.

He threw his phone to the backseat and let out a deep breath as rested his head. He closed his eyes and his thoughts once again drifted back to Omotara. He wondered what the best way to help her was. Now that she wasn't acting like someone who was going to easily cooperate with him. The picture of the bullet which he saw with her flashed back into his mind, he also remembered the knife which cut her hand. He wasn't surprised because he expected that her work as a fraudster would also require her to keep weapons and guns.

A thought flashed through his mind, scaring him to death. Could Omotara be Samantha Osman, the mastermind of the assassinations? He shook his head in disagreement with himself, the thought of the possibility alone frightened him extremely. He chose to believe otherwise, Omotara was just an unlucky girl who had found her way to be a fraudster. She couldn't be the dangerous assassin. He kicked off the engine and drove away to meet Dakolo.

**35 minutes later**

Henry had no issues spotting Dakolo where he was seated immediately he walked into the restaurant. Dakolo was seated close to the entrance. Several other customers were eating and discussing in the restaurant.

'Good afternoon sir' Henry greeted as he approached the table.

'Good afternoon' Dakolo stood up to shake hands with him before sitting down. There were soft drinks on the table already which had been ordered by Dakolo.

'You can change your drink if you don't like it' Dakolo said on seeing the way Henry stared at the table.

'No, it's okay' Henry smiled. 'I was just wondering what the reason could be for the urgent meeting'

'Nothing new' Dakolo adjusted his seating position. 'Still the same case, just that we've been mandated to take more drastic steps. We need to make an headway on the case this week. I'll be having a meeting with the president this week and also some of the top security ministers and we need substantial progress reports'

'Okay' Henry fixed his gaze on Dakolo, listening attentively.

'You told me yesterday when we discussed that we can't trace the source of the past cameras disruption, we can only wait till there's another attempt on it'

'Yes, I did. Any attempt to trace it now may lead us to a trap' Henry reconfirmed.

'Okay, but what happens if Chief Jubril's assassination was the last of the attacks?'

Henry narrowed his eyes thoughtfully without saying any word. 'Does it mean that they go scot-free with what they've done already?' Dakolo continued. 'The way it looks now, we are helpless and with little or no clue to lead us to this assassin group. Only the picture of the suspected lady Samantha Osman is what we have'

Henry's heart skipped a beat as he remembered his suspicion of Omotara being the Samantha again. 'Can I see the picture please?'

'Of course sure, you may have seen the person somewhere before' Dakolo bent to pick a small briefcase which was in between the legs of his chair. He placed it on his lap and opened it. He brought out an iPad, closed back the briefcase and returned it to the former position. He turned on the iPad and waited patiently for it to boot. After some seconds of searching, he handed the iPad to Henry. 'That's her passport, it's not recent one though. According to our investigations, her real name is Aisha Bello. We believe she's the one who disguises herself as Samantha Osman. All our efforts to trace her has proved futile'

Henry stared at the passport keenly. His mind was greatly relieved as the person in it did not in anyway look like Omotara. He heaved a sigh of relief and handed the iPad back to Dakolo. 'I've not seen that face anywhere before'

'Do you want to see more of her recent pictures?' Dakolo asked as he took back the iPad, opening a picture which showed the grown Aisha.

'No' Henry refused politely. 'I don't know that person, I've never seen her before'

'Okay' Dakolo switched off the iPad and returned it into the briefcase. 'So, we need to work. We can't wait and hope until there's another attempt made'

'Sir, I think the NSCC has done what needs to be done already. The footages which were never stored with us cannot be recovered in any way. We've done what we can do to prevent a reoccurrence'

Dakolo bent forward and stared into Henry's eyes. 'I know, but the police needs your help now more than ever before. We need you to work with us'

'How?' Henry asked, he frowned slightly. 

Dakolo rested back into his chair again, he folded his arms. 'First, you were here when the last attack happened and it even happened in this same state'

'Yes sir' Henry answered. A thought came into his mind. He hope that Dakolo would not ask him questions that would reveal that he was also an attendee at the party.

'Is there any group or individual to suspect personally?'

'Huh?' Henry was visibly shaken by the question.

'Do you have anyone you suspect?' Dakolo asked again, this time in a calmer tone. He stared into Henry's eyes as he waited for an answer.

~~~~

Cole was seated on the three seater sofa, already dressed up in a black top and black Jean trouser while the others were still in the rooms, gathering their loads. He opened his bag which was on the sofa and brought out his laptop. He placed it on his lap and opened it up to boot. After a minute, the computer was on. He began the assignment given to him to hack the cameras system.

After some minutes of following normal procedure, strange commands and notifications began to pop up on the laptop screen. The one which got him more worried was a pop-up window which displayed, "Real Address to be revealed, continue? Yes/No"

He closed the whole process and started from the scratch again, taking extra care in following each step. At the end of the whole process, he received the same pop-up window. He clicked on No and the process was aborted. He frowned and thought for a while, something was definitely wrong.

He cleared the software cache and history and even restored it back to the default settings. He now had to log in again and make some settings which would require a longer time to complete.

'Have you stopped the transmission?' Tarasha asked as she appeared behind him, trying to wear a bag to her back. She was dressed in the same manner as Cole, the same color of clothes but she had black gloves on which Cole didn't. She was dragging a traveling box along.

'No' Cole looked up as Tarasha got to his front.

'What's delaying it?' She asked and sat on the one seater sofa by the Cole's left.

'There's a strange pop-up showing at the end of the process' Cole answered with a frown.

'What pop-up?'

'I'm almost there. I'll show you if it comes up again'  Cole replied. After two minutes of continuous typing and clicking, Cole heaved a sigh of frustration. 'It's here again' he said and sank back into the sofa like he had given up.

Tarasha got up and sat beside him. She squinted on seeing the message of the pop-up window.

'Should I click yes?' Cole asked, looking into Tarasha's face. She replied him with a warning look and he kept mute.

'If you click yes, they won't only be able to find this location but would also be able to recover the stream' she said as she got up, she bit her lips and stared into the air for some seconds.

~~~

'Yesss' Henry replied, stressing the word. He knew better than to say no because he was sure that Dakolo would catch him easily especially when he had not been able to hide his shock at the question.

' I'm thinking that we could have an in-house member of the gang in the NSCC, I'm suspecting those working in the headquarters especially' Henry quickly added a well thought up lie.

'Does this include Mr Sylvester?' Dakolo asked.

'Hum... Not really. Mr Sylvester seems to naive to be involved in that. But still, everyone is a suspect'

'Including you?' Dakolo suggested with a smile.

'Yes, including me' Henry replied with a brief laugh.

'Then, how do we go about this? How do we investigate your office?' Dakolo asked, putting back on his serious look.

Henry's phone beeped. A warning notification alarm rang out. His call ringing tone began to sound at the same time. He brought out the phone and checked the caller.

'Mr Sylvester' he whispered to Dakolo.

'Go ahead, answer, hear what he has to say'

Henry answered the call. 'Mr Henry, the whole office is ringing with the alarms, someone is trying to hack our systems again'

'Huh?'

'Yes, I can see it on my computer here'

'Okay, just wait for me. I'll be in the office in few minutes. Make sure you keep an eye on it , record every change in direction that occurs' Henry said and ended the call. He confirmed the Sylvester's report by the alarm on his phone.

From the look on Henry's face, Dakolo could perceive that something bad was happening. 'The gang is trying to disrupt our system again' Henry said to Dakolo's waiting ears.

'Wow'

Henry got up quickly and picked his car keys from the table. 'I have to go now'

'Yes sure' Dakolo permitted. He got up also and took out his phone. He dialed the headquarters as Henry left him and walked away.

'Send enough men to every entry and exit to the major roads in town. There seem to be another security breach right now, something dangerous may happen' he said into the phone.

... To be continued

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Queenxstar:
Wonderful work Oyin.

Thanks

virtuedagirl:
Oyinprince this your story is really outstanding how i wish it can be made into a movie,pls keep the update coming the suspense is quite much.

Thanks. Just watch it with your inner eyes as a movie for now.

SmartestPopQUEEN:
Wow! I finally catch up wit diz exhilarating Thriller. Kudos 2 u Oyinprince. May God bless the womb that conceive u.

Amen o, thanks

hefelove:
so i started reading dis story frm 1759 which was 3days ago. now wer in 2031. egbon oyin comman continue ur story o. he sweeeet die! more subscription and ba3 to ur fone o

Thanks and welcome to the thread

aprilwise:
wow every episode is a back to back hit.

Thanks. Have you tried making comments on my blog recently?

topdasneh:
oyinprince u are d bomb.Top notch updates back 2 back,from tarasha arriving from russia to d killing of robin khan to the murder of jubril lawal,season film o jawo mo!

hmm..speechless

mehn! this is the top story of the year

If Henry had looked at Aisha latest pictures he would av recognised her and might mk it clear to him dat Tarasha is a real assasins. bur una knw as season film dey be na. And i dey suspect say Alhaji Danjuma also had hands in Tarasha's family death

Hmmmm I can't help but be scared for Tara, she's going down but she will fight with all her power..... I suspect the chief that is sending Tara on this mission to be the one that wiped out Tara's entire family, I must see this to the end..... Weldone Oyin, you're doing a wonderful job here. God bless you

Waoo i love the twist right there. Thumb up.

I fear for my Tara [color=#990000][/color]

#speechless# oyinprince more grace o, hope omotara will not end up dead just because of love? * Finger crossed *

All I can type is wow, you are doing a really great job sir... And this appear to be the best action write up I've ever seen on nairaland.. I doff my hat for you oo.

Bin following ds story since d beginning of time...lol. This is Hollywood starring Olga kurylenko (Tarasha) and Henry Cavill (Henry). In fact, I read wt music at intervals to make it real...lol. Oyinprince, you're gifted! God Bless You.

More updates soon please...I follow on ur blog too.

More grease to ur elbow oyin. Kudos

Oyinprince, pls more update oooooooooo, I dey beg ni mi o sako

Fijumokesayo:
Hmmmm ...Chief that is sending Tara on this mission to be the one that wiped out Tara

:X

Fijumokesayo:
Hmmmm ...Chief that is sending Tara on this mission to be the one that wiped out Tara

:x :x :x

Fijumokesayo:
Hmmmm ...Chief that is sending Tara on this mission to be the one that wiped out Tara