Am i the only one whose comment was not replied?? Wat i do??

guy u owed me 2 updates nt one yyyyyy

na for sofiri house na e everytin go show...sofiri is now a suspect

He shoe size smaller than 46, he said "bi**tch*.. And you want to divert us away to sofiri.

Anyway OP, very good plot so far.. Building up with the comments, dropping hits intentionally left, right and centre.. Lol.. Don't delay too much again anyway,... Close it while it's hot.

My two cents..

Biko, drop the next one. This suspense is melting my heart.

Good work soul. Thanx for the update.

I woke up specifically for this. Thank God I go fit sleep again.....

Oga meneski no be only u ooo

meneski:
Am i the only one whose comment was not replied?? Wat i do??

You na sure fan

The writer is pointing us to Paul and Sofiri Na, I will comment after the dinner at sofiri's

Why do I think is the Pastor,sofiri or one of the elders?

the devil wears gucci

Chaiii Rachael have snatch Souloho with book cover design,bhet why
@Souloho,‘n falz's voice' elo bae, I wee give u free legal advice to snatch u back from Rachael.Ok?
Lol, nice one man. I'm a voracious reader who loves a good story but I haven't really read any crime tales from a Nigerian author that glued me like yours. Strongly reminds me of Agatha Christie.

Hmmmm, something is about to go down

No wonder pastor osi is going bad...
He's a repented bus conductor from delayed diagnosis

Shaybe OSI na pastor make God sure am who d devil be na

jagugu88li:
Heheheeheheheh palm wine........I am so dead from laughing. Naaa, adesina will provide me with beer.....I'll be fine

I only serve popcorn and donate seed for who cares.
You wanna experience it?

Reading this story feels as if am watching a foreign movie not withstanding its African setting. The suspense keeps you at the edge of the chair . Great work.

Nice..... I really love this story... So interesting... I have been thinking about it althrough the day.. Keep it up.... God bless you I bet a movie of it will be so splendid..

You wan make sofiri a suspect abi................ very soon you go make De Nwachukwu a suspect.

Criis:
Lol

You've successfully thrown Sofiri in the mix too... Are you trying to divert our attention?

Delay is dangerous o

Abi

kingphilip:
na the story come make hungry catch you ni

No be small oo...

Adesina12:

I only serve popcorn and donate seed for who cares. You wanna experience it?

I need seed oo

meneski you na my bro na..its not intentional believe me
same with Sofiamrozia.
I'd definitely reply every comment but my battery no Dey allow sometimes even now I just need to rush and update as it is in 7% already..


oh...and my birthday is on Tuesday ooo
hopefully the story would be done by then.
@Rachealfst pls check your mail again

The aroma was really mouthwatering and Amara smiled as she put the fire out. The groundnut soup was finally ready and she just needed to wake Joy who had fallen asleep in the parlour.
The kind of drugs she had been given at the hospital made her drowsy and sleep deeply but the thought of the meal would surely get her up.

"Joy wake up..dinner is ready, although its quite early"
The time read: 6:15pm
"Actually this is the proper time for dinner so the food can digest properly before sleeping" Dé Nwachukwu added as he took his spot on a couch and dragged a small table before him in anticipation of the meal.
Amara decided it was the hunger that was talking. Her father had never mentioned anything like that before.
She dished the food, only two plates..she wasn't hungry yet and to tell the truth her mind was far away. She was thinking, thinking about who attacked her brother. Could it be Paul, Stevenson, or somebody else they failed to consider?

There was a knock on the gate and her father called out: "don't worry...I'd get it"
He hurried outside and Amara could hear voices from the gate as she set the meal on the table.
She shook Joy gently.
"Joy...sister, wake up come and eat"
Her sister's eyes fluttered open and Joy smiled as she sat up.
"Wow..you're the best Amara, I love you"

I love you too..promise me you'd finish the food so you can rest well"

Dé Nwachukwu returned to the parlour.
"Amara have you eaten yet"
"No I'm not yet hungry. Who was at the gate Dé?"
"It was our pastor"
"Osi?"
Her father smiled "Oh..Osi is now our pastor abi? I meant pastor Bartholomew"
"Oh...what did he want?"
"He requested your presence, he is setting up a special youth group to raise awareness and wants you to be one of the leaders. He said Oluchi is already in the church as well as mama and some others"
"Ohh..its about time, that's a very good move"
"Why didn't he come since?" Joy frowned "its now late at night he wants you to start going to church"
"He said he has been here severally today but no one was home" Dé Nwachukwu explained "He said he'd bring you back himself but I agree with Joy. Enjoy your meal and leave it till tomorrow"
"No..I'm so in love with this plan, I'm sure it was Osi that gave him the idea. I'd go with him..it shouldn't take time"

°•°•°•
Osi turned up at Sofiri's doorstep ten minutes to 7.
He held a bottle of wine in his hand and he returned Mabel's smile as she opened the door.
"Oh...welcome, dinner is almost ready..how are you doing"
He stepped inside and handed her the bottle of wine.
"Oh you shouldn't have" she squealed in delight. But she took the bottle and placed it on a nearby table.
"Once more happy birthday pastor, I forgot to ask you your favourite dish earlier..but I made white soup and I pounded yam I'm sure you'd enjoy it"
"White soup? I've never had it before"

Osi admired the house. He decided pastor Batholomew would have been very comfortable here after all. The house was spacious and beautiful not to mention the benefit of having someone like Mabel as an occupant.
"Where's Sofiri?" He wasn't sure the man was in, or maybe he was in one of the rooms.
"Oh..Sofi went out but he'd be back very soon.."
She directed him to the parlour.
"Please make yourself comfortable, let me just round up in the kitchen."
Osi settled into a leather seat and sighed.
It was very comfortable and he was only aware now that he hadn't really rested in the past few days. Even the few hours he slept were either hunted by the unknown killer or thoughts of Amara.
He observed the parlour. A television stood in one corner with a CD player and wine shaped speakers.
He wondered if it would be appropriate if he switched on the television. He thought Mabel was a very free open minded person and one didn't have to pretend with her but he decided to wait till she returned.
So he feasted his eyes, taking in everything.
He admired a wedding photograph of Sofiri and Mabel. She even looked fatter in the picture and he smiled as he wondered how many years ago it was.
"Pastor so you said you're going back on Saturday?" Mabel called out from the kitchen
"Yes"
"But you'd visit us every now and then?"
"Yes I will" her voice sounded distant and he wondered how many rooms were in the house.
Out of curiosity he got to his feet.

°•°•°•°
Amara smiled at Pastor Bartholomew.
"I'm really sorry to disturb.. I came earlier but no one was around"
"Its alright"
"How is Joy, I heard what happened to her"
"She's fine...she's eating now, I love this new idea of yours..I'm in 100%"
He smiled apparently relieved. "Wow..thank God...let's head to the church quickly then..we have a brief meeting. The new leaders have been in church and even Benedict the butcher accepted my invite"
"Really..that's good he has a lot of influence on people"
"Exactly...I'd bring you and Oluchi home after the meeting"
He offered her his hand and she took it. She slid the gate shut and followed him.

°•°•°•°
The bungalow had about four rooms. Osi made this deduction after checking out the doors. The kitchen was at the other end and there was another door which he took to be the rest room. Probably the visitors toilet.
He could hear the sound of plates being set on the counter and knew Mabel was probably dishing the food.
He returned to the parlour, licking his lips but then he decided to relieve himself first before the meal. He planned to demolish that pounded yam very well. He whistled softly and headed to the toilet.

He opened the door and gasped.

°•°•°•°•°
A knock sounded again and Dé Nwachukwu swore angrily. He was just midway through the meal and he was enjoying it immensely. He hated disturbances especially at this crucial time when he was feeding his belly. He hadn't eaten all day as he had been in the hospital and he had been too worried to eat.

Joy stood but he held his hand up. "Baby don't disturb yourself..eat your food I'd answer the gate"
So for the second time that night he opened the gate.
It was Oluchi.
"Dé good evening" she greeted him.
He looked past her and didn't see anybody else.
"Evening dear..wait don't tell me you came alone?"
"Yes Dé I did..Paul escorted me most of the way although. I just came to see Amara and Joy one more time"
"Okay come in please....wait aren't you supposed to be in church for the meeting?" Dé Nwachukwu suddenly remembered.
"Church...which meeting?" Amara asked clearly surprised.

°•°•°•°•
Row after row after row of clothes stared back at Osi. On the bed, on wooden rails, on hangers..folded on drawers and spilling out of dozens of boxes round the small room.
They were Okrika clothes.

"Jesus!" Osi whispered as he entered the room fully.
He must have shouted it because Mabel came running to the room.
"Pastor what happened? Are you okay?"
No, he wasn't okay.

Sofiri....Sofiri....Sofiri....!!!

"Pastor..?" Mabel asked him again worriedly.
"Who...who is the owner of all these clothes?"
"Oh..." She smiled.
"The current church building once used to be a shopping complex. Batholomew formerly used to sell second hand clothes in a tiny shop before he received the divine call..and now look at the church today, expanding every second..God is indeed faithful!"
But Osi only heard one thing: Pastor Batholomew used to sell second hand clothes before!!
He rolled his eyes and suddenly felt very weak.
"Oh my God...oh my God..oh no..."
"What..what is it pastor..you're scaring me"

°•°•°•
They talked about the plans for the youth group as they walked to church. Pastor Batholomew said she could come up with a name for the ministry and she suggested several as they walked to church.

When she finally noticed they were on another path. She looked round her surroundings surprised.
"Pastor...where are we going? The church is the other way"
She looked at him but his eyes were unreadable.

Segibambo:
No wonder pastor osi is going bad...
He's a repented bus conductor from delayed diagnosis

lol..I remember that episode..very funny bro

Criis:
Lol

You've successfully thrown Sofiri in the mix too... Are you trying to divert our attention?

Delay is dangerous o

lolz bro..the devil has been revealed already. I told y'all it was Dé john

geektrovert:
He shoe size smaller than 46, he said "bi**tch*.. And you want to divert us away to sofiri.

Anyway OP, very good plot so far.. Building up with the comments, dropping hits intentionally left, right and centre.. Lol.. Don't delay too much again anyway,... Close it while it's hot.

My two cents..

thanks bro I appreciate your money..:£££

SofiaAmrozia:
I woke up specifically for this. Thank God I go fit sleep again.....


Oga meneski no be only u ooo

Queensiju:
Good work soul. Thanx for the update.

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inkdbetty:
Biko, drop the next one. This suspense is melting my heart.

Thanks for following and your dedication..I appreciate, God bless..another update yaff drop o

do4luv14:
Hmmmm, something is about to go down

you're right bro...thanks man God bless

Chinekeme ooh... Nsuto pastor....



One thing is certain one person na devil the rest na demons wey devil dey use

Chinekeme ooh... Nsuto pastor....



One thing is certain one person na devil the rest na demons wey devil dey use