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|Re: The Hole In The Wall by Solly1(m): 2:19pm On Apr 21, 2019|
Got no silver nor gold to offer you, bro.
God will bLess you for the update, I am really grateful.
|Re: The Hole In The Wall by LayoSmallz(f): 11:28am On Apr 22, 2019|
So, I don't really know how to use nairaland...and i hope this gets to the right place.
You're the best nairaland writer i've ever met..been following since *the devil wears okrika*
|Re: The Hole In The Wall by Solly1(m): 2:27am On Apr 26, 2019|
*The devil wears okrika*
That story really got me thinking.
|Re: The Hole In The Wall by mitchelljnr(m): 9:50am On Apr 28, 2019|
Good morning souloho19, this is unlike you na, updates takes too much time now. Please come and give us update.
|Re: The Hole In The Wall by Kimmiebabie(f): 3:50pm On Apr 28, 2019|
Sparrow is on a rescue mission rn so nothing will happen to short Sam's son
(See how I'm writing with confidence as if my heart isn't beating fast,lmao�)
Can't wait for the next update souloho
|Re: The Hole In The Wall by HelenBee(f): 12:22pm On Apr 29, 2019|
Souloho19, I hope all is well with you? You don't go silent on us for days without a reason. Please let's know what's up. We care
|Re: The Hole In The Wall by EkopSparoAyara(m): 11:20pm On Apr 30, 2019|
HelenBee:I wish I had his number, I would have put a call across,straight up...We miss you man...We care..
|Re: The Hole In The Wall by souloho19(m): 1:31pm On May 03, 2019|
Thanks for reaching out and i'm sorry for my absence. It definitely isn't intentional, I've been going through some kind of rough patch but things are beginning to balance out. I really appreciate you looking out for me, God bless.
@Mitchelljnr, the update has been 90% ready for a couple of days...it's just my research on letter bombs that has been a bit futile. You know we have to give Andy a befitting death. On a side note, I wonder what those at google think concerning my search history...
My name is Khan, and I'm not a terrorist!
Update would drop soon fam, sabali!
|Re: The Hole In The Wall by Oroolorun(m): 11:54pm On May 03, 2019|
souloho19:I knew there were reasons why you have not feed us with any update since all this while, but I have learn to respect your decisions knowing you have your life outside social media. Take your time Oga, we will always be around waiting patiently.
|Re: The Hole In The Wall by Ann2012(f): 6:40am On May 04, 2019|
Take your time boss, we will wait
But pls make d food very sweet and long too
|Re: The Hole In The Wall by UncleSnr(m): 7:24am On May 04, 2019|
Since April 14 till date, no update from the author.
The thread ain't worth following anymore.
I have once suggested to Seun to add a followers count, so you can see the number of people following your thread, and there you would know if you're growing or falling.
|Re: The Hole In The Wall by Solly1(m): 10:27pm On May 04, 2019|
Mr man (the last commenter b4 me) pls mind ur use of words.
Someone is wasting his time, exhausting his energy an resources to post free and thrilling stories (abi u pay souloho?) for u, and u're acting as if u gave him a contract to write stories for u.
mind urself o... make ah no call my ancestors for u.
|Re: The Hole In The Wall by rchilee: 4:02am On May 05, 2019|
Andy a befitting death? Why?
|Re: The Hole In The Wall by HelenBee(f): 10:20am On May 05, 2019|
Please Souloho19,don't let Andy die. He deserves to live and fall in love too. I actually thought the reporter was his Mrs Right.
Souloho19, everything will work out fine for you. Believe.
|Re: The Hole In The Wall by dimssy(m): 3:24pm On May 05, 2019|
Souloho19, its really nice to hear from you manh.
Thank God its all working out gradually.....
Be strong manh
|Re: The Hole In The Wall by EkopSparoAyara(m): 4:32pm On May 05, 2019|
It is well,even inside the Well...
|Re: The Hole In The Wall by Charminee(f): 6:02pm On May 05, 2019|
souloho19:I so love that movie ehh
|Re: The Hole In The Wall by onileola2014(m): 6:15pm On May 05, 2019|
|Re: The Hole In The Wall by UncleSnr(m): 1:01am On May 06, 2019|
Solly1:If he can't continue, he should close the thread.
If he needs money, he should come out public. Stop encouraging mediocrity.
|Re: The Hole In The Wall by queenitee(f): 2:54pm On May 06, 2019|
souloho19:It's fine, knowing you are safe and healthy is something
|Re: The Hole In The Wall by Solly1(m): 10:16pm On May 06, 2019|
Mediocrity u said? I sincerely hope u looked up that word before deciding to use it.
Ungrateful fellow, na una like this make this our dear country no move forward.
|Re: The Hole In The Wall by UncleSnr(m): 9:11am On May 07, 2019|
Solly1:Yes, I looked up the word.
Ungrateful? Why did the author start the thread?
Talking about the country moving forward, it is people like you that support leaders even when they fail, you still sing their praises because you want to sound correct.
|Re: The Hole In The Wall by EkopSparoAyara(m): 10:39am On May 07, 2019|
UncleSnr ni AuntyJnr ko..
Even if you checked out that word, I don't think you really understood what it meant if not you won't use it in the manner or context in which you did....
Drops pen, shakes head and leaves...
|Re: The Hole In The Wall by Solly1(m): 12:53pm On May 07, 2019|
Failed leaders dey collect money, them dey thief untop. But the person writing this story gets nothing from u, he wastes his time, energy and resources, and for what?, NOTHING, absolutely NOTHING...
BTW, who voted those failed leaders? na pipu like u.
|Re: The Hole In The Wall by dview001(m): 10:27pm On May 07, 2019|
souloho... why start what you can't finish?
why should an update takes 2months
I think the fame is getting into your head Sir
|Re: The Hole In The Wall by UncleSnr(m): 11:52pm On May 07, 2019|
Solly1:If he calls it waste of time, energy and resources, why start it in the first place?
|Re: The Hole In The Wall by chibestjerry(m): 8:27am On May 08, 2019|
Just face your front before trailer jam you
Did you contact him to know why he has not updated
you are not in his shoe,
you are not paying him,
if you can't wait i think the unfollow button is still available
I can still vouch for him, Souloho19 has never start a story and did not finish it
Its his life and his story,
(in Kizz daniel voice) See boy if you want to leave biko leave no do shakara, no body dey beg afterall
|Re: The Hole In The Wall by HelenBee(f): 12:31pm On May 08, 2019|
Why are people like this now? He already explained that he's going through some rough patch. If you don't have words of encouragement to give him, it's better to keep mute.
|Re: The Hole In The Wall by souloho19(m): 2:57pm On May 08, 2019|
But the reporter is dead now...Andy may not have anything to live for again....first Mona and now the reporter. Let them live happily ever after in the after life
Helenbee thanks for your words of encouragement. Solly1 queenitee dimssy Sparrow chibestjerry I appreciate you all deeply.
|Re: The Hole In The Wall by souloho19(m): 3:21pm On May 08, 2019|
First of all thank you for airing your grievances. I appreciate that, I can only think you're enjoying the story so far hence the irritation for lack of updates.
Now let me be very blunt. I am not going to end this story. I am not going to abandon this story. I do not need your money. I do not even need your praises.
I wrote delayed diagnosis stuck on 30 views for over 10 pages and I still updated twice a day because firstly, I write for myself, not for you. Writing is my own method of self therapy and I'm not going to abandon what brings me peace. Never.
I'm not going to start explaining the reason for my absence because everyone has their life to live, but then again, life comes indifferent phases. I'm not at the place I was 2-3 years ago right now. Do you think if it was possible I wouldn't update more regularly? Or do you think I couldn't rush this story and end it prematurely? I thought of it, even had an update scripted since December, all it would take is less than 2,000 words and "The End"
But I can't do that, everyday I imagine loopholes that could have been avoided earlier in the story or more dots that could have been connected, twists that could have been created and the last thing I would do is give it a premature ending to crown it all.
Dview I can remember you following from delayed diagnosis till TDWO, why are you having selective memory right now? Don't ask me "why start what i can't finish." It's very annoying. Especially when a couple of posts up I pleaded for patience, come on!
UncleSnr thanks for your advice, but I'll pass on closing the thread. This is not a waste of energy, time and resources but rather an outlet of the aforementioned.
Writing is what keeps me grounded so if you feel I'm deliberately not updating because I now feel "too big" (in ygritte's voice) "You know nothing!"
On a lighter note, the next update isn't as long as I wanted but it's just like a prologue before the main action.
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|Re: The Hole In The Wall by souloho19(m): 3:47pm On May 08, 2019|
"Hello, Mr. Omirida, how are you my old friend! How is Nkechi.....aaaaah.....my brother, the family is all fine o, you know how it is, the children and grandchildren all swarming all over the place..." Alli no Joy laughed nervously as his eyes darted from his son in law, Paul to the other BROTA agent, Clyde then finally came to rest at the frame behind the curtain in the parlour window, Martha. No doubt she knew something was wrong, knew he was hiding something from her but what could he do? The most important thing on his mind right now was his family's safety. When they were safe, then he could come clean and tell her about Cynthia's husband and the unbelievable, intricate web their son had managed to spin round the family yet again.
He stammered and scratched his head. The man he was speaking to had been his close friend for over 30 years but he was finding it hard to ask him the favour which had prompted him to make the call.
Come on, what was he going to say, 'I'm coming over with my family to spend the night.'
Suddenly that was what he found himself saying, "Gburu Gburu! Ogbu number 1 of no man's land! My brother it has been really long we visited you. Are you at home....ah! We're on our way...just Martha and I.....ah no need we've eaten already....aah if you say so....Gburu Gburu! The graceful tiger! see you soon."
Alli no joy didn't know this, but what he had just done had been done by his son countless times in the past, hailing, praising and eulogising a friend to steamroll the said friend into agreeing completely with what he wanted. Perhaps father and son were more alike in more ways they didn't know.
When he ended the call, he looked at Paul who was staring at him apprehensively. "So?"
Alli nodded. "yes, he's expecting us....well he's expecting just Martha and I but he's my blood, there's no problem there."
The Major gave a sigh of relief. "Ok, let me inform them to get ready." He started towards the house but stopped. "What do we tell them?"
After fighting it and pacing round the hospital floors for what felt like eternity, Beatrice called her sister's cell. "Hey, how is he?"
"He's still sleeping."
"Ok, I'm going out I'll call you back.."
"Where are you going?"
"Christie I'll call you back ok?"
"It's a trap, don't go ther.."
"Nothing's going to go wrong, we're finally going to do something about the hole and we can only do that by working with BROTA. Besides Sparrow is like a surety so it can't be a trap."
"Hmmm...ok just be careful."
"I will. I'm finally going to avenge Mona and Fome's death and Mr X."
Somewhere in Lagos...
Big foot had put a lot of careful extra work in making the letter bomb. Now he waited patiently for the traffic light to turn green. He was 30 minutes from the Apapa general hospital and finding the victim from the bomb blast the previous morning wouldn't be too difficult. Not for someone like him. Big foot was extremely resourceful. He glanced at the manilla envelope in the seat beside him. It would need to be carried carefully, but as long as the envelope latch was still glued together, the circuit was closed. It was a small charge, less than a quarter kilo and extra time had gone to lining the walls of the envelope to double the weight and keep the plastiq in place.
Once the lid of the envelope was opened, the adhesive holding both wires would be broken and in a second the charge would go off. Hopefully the target would be peering into the envelope when it does.
Letter bombs hardly killed straight away, the victim more often died from grave injuries sustained from the mini blast. But for someone like Andy who was literally a punch away from the underworld, it would do the trick alright.
The light finally turned green and big foot accelerated with a look of satisfaction in his eyes. He wished he could watch the fucker burn. The idiot had the guts of surviving his earlier project. Well not anymore...
Oriental Hotel, Lagos
The first minister lay like a sack of beans while the Lady trailed the leather whip down his naked, pespiring body. His was the case of 'sweating under A.C'
He was stark naked and both hands were handcuffed to the head board, both legs were spread apart while the lady clad in a leather cat suit continued to trail the whip down his body. Every now and again she would let rip with a crack and he would cry out in painful pleasure.
"You've been a naughty, naughty boy..." Her voice was sexy and she whispered in his ear and licked his neck, leaving a trail of sticky saliva like a snail had moved across his neck. It wasn't disgusting to him, on the contrary, the impossible was happening slowly, he was having an erection!
His sex life with Cynthia had been dormant for years. She no longer excited him and she was too stiff and uppity to even try to spice things a bit in the bedroom.
"Are you ready for the ride of your life?"
Before he could reply, he heard the special beep. At first, in the heat of passion he thougtht it was his driver finally reaching out to him. The fool should have arrived with the stretch at least 2 hours ago.
He knew the man had a girlfriend he snuck out to everytime they were in Lagos. The first minister didn't make a big deal of it because he also needed his privacy. A powerful man like himself being dominated in the bedroom was news nobody should be privy to...Nobody.
He blinked rapidly when he realized the tune was the sacred tone reserved for Sir Holly.
"Hey Phoenix baby I have to take that."
"ooooh....you told me no interruptions!" She pouted her lips in feigned annoyance
"I know baby but that's my boss, very important....unhook me."
She crossed her arms and pouted further. "That's how you always do, later you'll spend the whole night making calls and typing on the darned thing!"
His eyes went red immediately. "If that thing should stop ringing you're going to be in big trouble! unhook this thing immediately."
He managed to convey the threat perfectly, despite being in a ridiculously vulnerable position and she hurriedly unhooked the cuffs from his wrist. He rushed to the pile of clothes and dug around until he had his phone in his hand.
"Is the purge finished yet?" (cough, cough)
"almost sir, the agency was hit today but the Obasi residence is billed for the morning."
"Have you lost your mind? Was that the instruction I gave you? I said it has to happen together. A clean and precise strike to neutralize and disable both (cough) locations...."
"Yes sir and Mynet is already on ground..."
"Just zip it. I'll reach him myself. That family has been a thorn in my side for too long, I'm taking no chances, I want them wiped tonight."
The first minister sat on the bed slowly and began biting his nails. His hard-on had since deflated, the moment he heard the raspy voice of his lord. But now he began to panic. His dear wife was still in the fucking house and he knew that Mynet11 was a mean psycho. He was going to put a bullet in the head of everybody. Both young and old, Grandparent and Child.
"You see what i was saying...oya come back to bed naaa" The leather suited vixen pleaded, sulkingly.
"Phee just shut the hell up...infact get out."
He rubbed his eyes tiredly then grabbed his phone. He dialled a number. "Hello, I need you back at the location. Drive them away like I instructed, my wife especially. If you can get only her out, it's better. But this time it's dangerous....,,,what? Bleep you that's highway robbery....ok ok i'll tripple it, just move!"
Bigelow was down in the holding cell when the alarm began blasting off. He had been questioning Buzz, the BROTA agent who had turned betrayer and invited Emma's kidnappers.
He was trying to find out all the man knew about the hole, and if he was in league with the shadows, but ten minutes into the interrogation it had become clear the man was just a clueless pawn.
He seemed to be in love with the lady or maybe he was just pussy whipped. He had betrayed his boss' family for love. Planted a listening device in their house for love. Watched the kidnapper get into the compound and leave with a crying baby for love. Then helped her plant a message to be found in the kitchen.....for love.
"I don't understand you....are you aware she's a lesbian?"
Buzz looked dirty. His clothes were rumpled, his face was rumpled. He had spent 12 hours squeezed in the booth of a car. He was hungry, both hands were handcuffed to the chair he sat on and he smelled terribly. Even the odour from his mouth almost knocked him out when he spoke.
"Beatrice isn't...a lesbian.....she's.....She was just confused, that's all."
"look here, she just used you....she's a user, she doesn't even like guys, let alone love you. She loved Fome. Everything she has done, is because of Fome. To her you're just a piece of meat to be manipulated to bring her closer to her goal. That was the same way she seduced the shadow and shot him in a hotel through the hole in the wall."
"But....but....She loves me....we love each other..." He insisted stubbornly.
Bigelow had seriously considered lounging over the table and giving the man a destiny resetting slap. But then they heard a loud gunshot and the alarm started blasting;
"We are under attack.!"
"Shit!" Bigelow sprang to his feet and rushed out of the room.
"wait...wait...I can help...I can help...let me help!" Buzz shouted.
But Bigelow was gone.
Upstairs, Short Sam had been on the verge of another 'Eureka' moment. His fingers danced magically across his keyboard and he squinted at the screen. The signal which had invaded his home earlier in the day was being bounced off numerous proxy addresses but even that was child's play for Bigelow. He had created a timeline loop and according to calculations, every 3 minutes, 22 seconds, the signal was going to bounce off the original address.
He now had 3 ip addresses which had turned up in the last 20 minutes and 1 had appeared 4 times already.
He watched his computer screen intently, rubbing his hands.
"I was born for this you son of a bitch... aaaaah..... Abuja...."
The signal location had began to triangulate.
He was so immersed in his binary world he didn't hear the blast from the shotgun. It took the alarm blast and the dreaded phrase; "We're under attack" to finally peel his eyes off the screen.
He looked up in horror and bolted out of the office. The only thought in his mind; his wife and son.
The young man snickered at the old man, who was whimpering and looking at the dead guard in horror.
"you better Keep your wit about you old man! Remember your nephew, if you want to see him you do as planned!"
Old man Rosco nodded animatedly. He dropped the crates of water he still held on to and hurried to the truck. He grabbed a shot gun from the backseat and rushed to the security post. His staunch legs moving briskly.
Hello sir....Sir Bami? We're under attack sir....we're under..."
Old man Rosco placed the nozzle of the shotgun at the base of Cornelius's ear and pulled the trigger. He blew half of his head off.
With shaky fingers, Old man Rosco tried to wipe the blood from his face and pieces of flesh and brain matter stuck in his bushy grey beards. He glued his lips together, trying hard to swallow the vomit that was building from deep within.
He held his breath as he hit the controls with claims fingers. The smell of death was in the room but holding his breath couldn't stop it from penetrating his skin pores, his nostrils, his ears even his eyes. He still smelt death, he could hear death and he saw death. Splattered other computer screen. Finally he couldn't hold it anymore. He barfed so hard, he might as well have thrown up his intestines as well.
He fell to his knees, a huge blubbering mess. Crying, sniffling and vomiting.
But he had done it.
The steel gate outside, the main defence of Brota - unmatched in thickness, width and strength slid open slowly and the truck full of mercenaries drove inside.
Mynet11 was in the shower when he heard the beep. He hurried out, still stark naked, dabbing his soapy eyes with the towel. He slipped on the tiles and almost landed on his head.
Maybe that would have been the best thing for the Obasi family. If he had somehow cracked his head on the hard tiles. But he steadied himself and rushed to his device on the dresser. He wiped his eyes and read the message.
He smiled wickedly.
He was going to kill tonight afterall
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|Re: The Hole In The Wall by chibestjerry(m): 4:07pm On May 08, 2019|
Chai bros, you are born a public leader and speaker, You simply pass your response in a very simple and no-offence way, I LOVE IT
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