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take ur advertisement elsewhere ogbeni. Make your own thread a popular one like Tbm did and stop dizturbing our peace

I Swear To God Almighty Ave Nut Been Comenting Since o But U Deserve A Standing Ovation

TBM deserves more than just standing ovation......!


How about flying ovation? That is if they is any such stuff....de guy too much.

Kirgyakos:
TBM deserves more than just standing ovation......!


How about flying ovation? That is if they is any such stuff....de guy too much.

the dude too million much. Muah. What if ah tel u say i dey expect in update likyke person wey dey expect jamb result. Tbm updaaaate

Hapi wknd. Tbm, grace us with . . Upd8

Thank God,am Finally Here,men Dis Story Is A Banger,update Oooo

Has TBM Moved to somewhere else? Maybe facebook

The blessed man. Just read through this lovely piece of literature over the last 13 hours.


Kindly drop your account I'd. You deserve some accolades.

nice work the blessed man,you are truly blessed

Bros TBM u deserve more than accolades,, u made me join NL,, u are so amazing, 4give me for nt commenting all dis while,, i really really appreciate ur efort,keep it up bro, we wait patiently for a new update.. One luv

abeg make we no dy here dy form nice guys when deep down the story don tire everyone of us, abegi the updates too slow and many people has stopped viewing the page, please TBM if you can conclude the story just do that in Ernest cuz you're loosing out on your fans/followers

please my question is! is this one of those gawd forsaken stories that never get completed?

but wait ooo! I swear this writers are just lucky I don't know how to write a story, if not I would have written something fascinating and read it all to my self.

before I use to pity them thinking that something might have happen to them if a story is not updated in a while but now I know say na so-so SHAKARA dey worry them.

Like seriously, if something happen to u can’t u jst tell us dan keeping thousand of persns waitin for a month for a story to finish is not funny at all will be checking dis trend every blesseded day jst to see updates yet no avail

TheBlessedMan shud pls hurry up and end the tori

TBM sucks socks, for delay tactics.

The story Don tire me self

Jecdope:
The story Don tire me self

I swear.. :-

Countless is back

TheBlessedMAN:
Countless is back

hurray, ☺ welcome back sir,
*runs to front seat*

Purposely and appreciatively dedicated to Calmbabadee for the nice cash gift. Brother, you are blessed.

Pfolar, thanks to you too.


141. COUNTLESS.



I was panting heavily like someone who's about to complete the last round of a marathon race. Hence the consequence of what might happen if I stop running for a sec made me summon every last drop of energy within me and continue running towards the direction of the main road that appears to be just a few kilometres away from me.

I dared not try to glance at my pursuer or I might risk getting caught.

"NO PEACE FOR THE WICKED! NO PEACE FOR THE WICKED!! NO PEACE FOR THE WICKED!!!" The voice continued to chant those words to my hearing while I continue running furiously for my dear life.

It took me less than 180secs to get to the main road and I was very sad to find it covered in total darkness and empty of any living things. In simpler Donald-Trumpic terms, the whole place was LIFELESS.

The voice of my pursuer came again as a constant reminder of whats at stake and that gave me no time to think of what to do, but the initial intent of not wanting to get caught pushed me to act subconsciously as I started running very fast towards the forward route of the transverse and quiet road.

With each step I took, I know I have a little time left to get to safety before the remaining percent on the 5000mAH battery of my body runs down totally.

The old buildings on both sides of the road added to the scary look of the dark road. Strange sounds from nowhere will ring out occassionally from nowhere, therefore, further adding more fears to my already-petrified state of mind.

Just when I was starting to welcome the thought that I might not be able to find safety on time, then luck shined on me when I spotted a lively building from the right side of the road. You can guess what I did next.

_


I bowed down my head in deep thoughts. My fingers and toes was shaking nervously as I await what the outcome will be.
She has been in the delievery room since hours ago. Not doctor Harrison, or any of the nurse, or my mum, or her sister have come out since.

The door to the delievery room opened and I quickly rose up from my seat. My mum and Nike emerged from the entrance and I quickly approach them. I saw the look on my mummy's face, its the same as the gloomy one on Nike's face.

"what happen! Mum! Talk to me, what happen to my wife?" I cried out at my mum. She shook her head dejectedly and I wasted no time in seizing Nike up, hoping she would tell me whats going on.

"Nike, tell me please! What happened!" I questioned her but she too showed no intention of ending my inconclusive state of mind.

From the look on their faces, I started adding one and two together. I became a mathematician in that instance. The longitude of the look on Nike's face and the latitude of the one on my mummy's face gave me the neccessary bearing to arrive at the destination of exponential sadness.

"congratulations Mr Darous, your wife has given birth to a bouncing baby boy." The doctor's voice informed from behind and voilla! The sad feeling disappeared quickly and was replaced with excitement and joy.

"doctor, you are a killjoy..." Nike chipped in.

"no am not. He's just lucky today is also my birthday." Doctor Harrison replied with a warm smile.


"but still, you are too quick to bail him out of our prank.." My mum added.

"that prank is too expensive mum, I can't afford it." I replied them and faced the doctor. "how's my wife?"

"she's fine...she's fine. Just resting." He replied nicely.

"and our baby?"

"fine too.." He replied.

"can I see them now?" I asked curiously.

"yea...sure. Just go through that white door..." He instructed and started walking away. I turned to face my Mother and Nike but they were no where to be found. May be they left to buy something. I concluded in my mind.

*

I entered the white painted room with excitement acting as the fuel behind my steps.

My wife was lying on the bed and I wasted no time in approaching her with the intent of showering her with hugs and kisses.

But unfortunately, when I saw her face, she appeared very weak and dying.

With shockened looks, I grabbed her by the shoulder and began to question her of what happening to her.

"what happened? Whats wrong?" Instead of replying me, she was just staring away from me. Her gaze was focused more behind me. With every breath she took, pain could be felt in it. She then managed to point a finger towards the door and I quickly followed it. What I saw was horrifying.

There stood behind the door, with my new born baby in her hand, was Adedoyin. The woman that rap3d me at the hotel.

I withdraw my grip on my wife's shoulder and stood upright. I started walking towards the strange Adedoyin and stopped when I was few inches away from her.
It was then that I saw the most strangest thing I ever saw.

The woman, or let me kuku say the collection of women in front of me perfectly depicts the fractional images of every woman I ever slept with.

The facial expression was that of Adedoyin and on the forehead was the name 'ADEDOYIN' written.

Her hands were that of Beatrice and also on them was the name 'BEATRICE written.

Her stature and complexion was that of Nike and Lovelyn.
She was stark nak3d and above her pusea area was a name ' DORIS' imprinted.

A name was also written on her brest region. It was the name of the psychopath that tried ruining my wedding but wasn't successful. Unfortunately, she succeeded in souring my marriage. The name 'CHIOMA' was written there.
"your wife is dying.." She said in what seems like a mixture of the voices of all the names written on her body. It sounded incoherent at first but I was able to understand her. She maintained a straight gaze at my face all the whole time I spent surveying her weird appearance.

"and your child will join her soon..." She said again while playing with the hair on my child's head.

"please, Adedoyin...." I tried pleading but I was quickly cut off with what she said next.

"thats the one problem you will never overcome. How can you be sure am truly what you just called me?" She paused and squinted at my face with those big terrifying eyeballs of....of...who? What? What just happened! Oh my Gawd! How did she do that? Chisos! Her eyes just changed o...she no longer has those eyes of Adedoyin! Its now that of...of, ah, that of Beatrice!

"confused? Aren't you?" She questioned again with another squinted look with those hazel eyes of...of... Oh my! Not again! How can she keep doing that! Her eyes just changed to the eyes of that light skinned b!tch that has contributed a larger percentage to the project of destroying my life. 'CHIOMA'.

"comon! Tell me you are prepared for this. Since you are smart, tell me you can smart your way out of what have prepared for you." She produced another look, but this time, it was that of Doris! Doris, the mother of my dying wife. I was still caught in the shock of what she has been doing with her eyes and she wasted no time in snapping me out of it with her next statement.

"answer me!" She thundered and the echo of her voice sent shivers down my spine.

I swallowed hard and decided to play brave. I needed to be courageous. I mustered enough courage and faced her squarely. I decided to use an ideology from the bible where Jesus commanded satan to back away from him.

"Adedoyin, or whatever devil you are, the fact remains that you are already dead and you and I have no forking business together. So you will give me that boy now and leave my family alone. You will then defect back to whichever party of hell you came out from. Now!" I ended authoritatively.


I was expecting my actions to make her comply, but the contrary was the case. She just let out a wicked grin and a dubious smirk. Obviously, my words made no meanings to her. Ordinarily because I had forgotten the most important fact. The fact that, Jesus is the son of God, and I am the son of Thunder. What a silly mistake.

"you are right...." She paused momentarily, but when she continued, her voiced changed to that of only, Adedoyin. "am truly in your past, but the difference between the real me and my body is that I can't be buried. What you did to me can never stay buried. Am past, but you can't get rid of me....since we will be talking of the past, then its only appropriate that we treat the letter P- that starts the word Past, as a case study. Your P-roblem started when I raPed you at the hotel. Your P-enis and my P-ussy came in contact to P-roduce a big P-roblem for you with Beatrice which you planned to solve with the help of Chioma and that led you to the manipulative hands of Doris. Hence, that will lead us to the P-ower of alPhabetical order..."

"what does that mean?" I queried confusedly but she remained silent.

"please!" I reiterated furtherly with a doloured tone.

"think! Think deeply! Even the most littlest details we ignore in our lives can be the only thing standing between us and happiness..." She stressed and returned to playing with my child that was lying awfully quiet in her arms.

Power of alphabetical order? What does she actually mean with that ambiguous statement? Eh?

'Come to think of it, my problem started when A-dedoyin rap3d me at the hotel. I got into the vengeance book of B-eatrice in the process. My intention to extricate myself from the palava led me to C-hioma. The resultant problem made me end up living with D-oris and since then, my life has been a living hell.

"Darous...." My wife's voice snapped me back from my electoral thoughts. I turned quickly to face her and all I could see on her face were inconclusive pains and rigged agonies. "am...dy...ing" She stated weakly.

"please, help me save my wife..." I said turning to the DVD collection of woman in front of me. "she shouldn't be suffering from my mistakes...save her please..." I pleaded sobberly.

She looked up at me and released a crooked grin. "only you can save them both..."

"how?" I asked curiously.
"see those two ampoule on that table?" She directed my gaze with her hand towards the table beside the bed in which my wife was lying.

"yes," I answered after seeing it.

"one of them contains the antidote of your pasts mistakes."


Hearing that, I quickly rushed towards the table and seize up the two bottles. I started examining both, one by one until she added to my confusion with what she said next.
"and the other contains the conti-dote...."

"whats a contidote?" I asked.

"a contidote is the continual effects of all your past mistake. And applying it on your beloved wife will strenghten....." She paused to deliberately put me in suspence.

"strenghten what?" I fired at her impatiently.

She released a mischievious grin. "strenghten your wife's chances of dying. And whatever happens to your wife happens to your child. They are connected through you...."

"but how do I know which is the right ampoule?"

"thats why its called a choice-ful task. Often times in life, we are often confronted with herculean tasks and the choices we make from conquiring them will either add value or de-value the existence of people around us."

"this is serious...." I lamented exasperatedly as I glance at my wife who was starting to develop ragged breath.

"choose wisely cos if you choose otherwisely, whatever happens henceforth will be on your head. Hence the notion 'NO PEACE FOR THE WICKED continues..." she ended with emphasis on the last words.

I released a prepared breath and moved closer to my wife. I placed both ampoule beside her and picked the syringe on the table. I started gesticulating on which one to extract fluid from.

"time is going!" The DVD woman reminded me of whats at stake and the neccessity to apply haste.

This is when I need luck. I starred at the two bottles and they both appeared identical. Nothing printed on it could signify the right one. I checked under each one, hoping to find 'made in china or made in india' underneath as that would gave me a bit hint on which one is original but what was written under it was 'made in you'. That further confused me the more.

Just as I was about giving up, I consulted the gawd of thunder and was very happy when he put ego aside and sent me an idea.

I placed both bottles on the table and started chanting or reciting this song from my childhood.

"burgle bon burgle bon, how many burgle bon do you want? Two, so you are out of the game!" My hand and the chanting ended on the ampoule closer to my wife's bed. Throwing caution or rational thinking into thin air, I opened it and extracted the contents into the syringe. I moved closer to my wife and whispered to her hearing factory that was about to shut down if I don't act fast.

"trust me dear, you'll be fine." with that, I inserted it into the vein in her right hand and waited impatiently, nervously and fidgetingly for the result of the JAMB I just wrote.

Tensed Seconds passed by and nothing happened. But suddenly, she stopped breathing and remained still. My brain was still trying to process what was happening when the voice of the DVD woman came again.

"congratulations Darous, you just killed your wife and child." I turned at her and watched horrendously as she dropped the lifeless body of my child on the floor.

The feeling of pain and agony I was having at that precise moment was too much for my fogged up brain to assimilate. Hence I cried out very loud.

"I killed her! I killed my wife!!!"


"and that, Darous, is what I call Alphabetical problem!" She said mockingly just before I opened my.....



TBC.


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wooow.....The Blessed Man, you got me glued to my phone, you got me speechless, you're indeed talented I appreciate your work, keep it up..............

chai I feel for darous, karma is indeed a bitch, the torturing is too much.......have mercy biko���

chioma8:
wooow.....The Blessed Man, you got me glued to my phone, you got me speechless, you're indeed talented I appreciate your work, keep it up..............

chai I feel for darous, karma is indeed a bitch, the torturing is too much.......have mercy biko���

so compassionate... I thought girls would support the torture..saying that he deserves it and all

chioma8:
wooow.....The Blessed Man, you got me glued to my phone, you got me speechless, you're indeed talented I appreciate your work, keep it up..............

chai I feel for darous, karma is indeed a bitch, the torturing is too much.......have mercy biko���

lolz.... Have mercy ke? Well, lets wait and see how it unfolds.

Wheezdohm:


so compassionate... I thought girls would support the torture..saying that he deserves it and all

exactly my thoughts. But how quicksilver they have proven to be

TBM ur are d best... Ur updates are always interesting and mind blowing. Its so hard to predict d next line
Keep it up

Thanks for the update bro.....but is taking too much of time before u upload

TheBlessedMAN:
exactly my thoughts. But how quicksilver they have proven to be

I mean....they deserve a feather in the cap... I'd say a 2 week Holiday to Paris for all the girls on this thread..what say you TBM?

Princehollex:
Thanks for the update bro.....but is taking too much of time before u upload

yes bro, and am seriously working on it.

yewande1234:
TBM ur are d best... Ur updates are always interesting and mind blowing. Its so hard to predict d next line
Keep it up

thanx bae. Thanx alot...i app it

yewande1234:
TBM ur are d best... Ur updates are always interesting and mind blowing. Its so hard to predict d next line
Keep it up

thanx bae. Thanx alot...i app it.

yewande1234:
TBM ur are d best... Ur updates are always interesting and mind blowing. Its so hard to predict d next line
Keep it up

I think we should get him a bottle of coke to augment his shangoic brain...what say you miss?

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so compassionate... I thought girls would support the torture..saying that he deserves it and all [/quote
Not when it becomes unbearable and frustrating.......which he didn't expect though he got what he deserves but it's too much