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Those Who Live In Glass Houses Should Not Throw Stones by lukui: 6:09pm On Oct 30, 2019
NTRODUCTION OF THE AUTHOR
It was Monday, the twenty first of October 2019, the OP was at work. A woman was next room to where he was. He was almost alone except for the company of this beautiful woman that just walked in. He had toasted her but all to no avail. She was looking tired or exhausted on a Monday morning.
Criminal minds will know what has happened during the weekend.
As usual it was boring and the OP was perusing through the English textbook situated on his table when he flipped through a sentence on page 112 of Intensive English for Senior Secondary Schools book 2 by Benson Oluikpe, Emeka Otagburuagu, Elsie A Ogbonna, Nnaemeka B Anasiudu, Sam Onuigbo, Thelma Y Obah of the Africana First Publisher Limited. This edition was reprinted in 2004; where he met the sentence "People who live in glass houses shooed not throw stones"
He was also listening to Cool FM where Cobham's "I say no" was being played. The noise of the music was oozing out from the speakers of his China phone.
Up nest was the midday news. The news was taking about Aisha Buhari getting angry on recorded video which was recorded by Fatima and it was uploaded on YouTube for every one to watch.
You don't need to wash your dirty lingeries on the social media. This is an issue that they should both resolve and not brought online.
Just like the Busola Dakolo and Pastor Biodun Fatoyinbo' s you raped me case.
After all the online persecution and social media brouhaha, what happened? Some school of thoughts even blamed the woman, Busola herself, that why is she just bringing this to limelight since all these years.
THE STORY BEGINS
MR A was rich with plump and affluence. He had three wives Mrs B( also known as Alicia Keys), Mrs C(also known as Celine Dion) and Mrs D(also known as Whitney Houston).
There was rivalry and jealousy amongst his wives. Especially Mrs C and Mrs D .
Mrs C was the second or middle wife, so she bears the utmost pressure most times. She had two sons
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Mrs C was the second or middle wife, so she bears the utmost pressure most times. She had two sons and a daughter before she married Mr A but later bore 2 girls and a son for him. It was even because her friends advised her to soften up during sex for Mr A to penetrate deeply and sex her rigorously so that she will give birth to a boy. This is not for God's sake, it is to inherit Mr A's property. Because a girl has no inheritance in Yoruba land like a. boy will have . A boy will have the lion share whereas the girls will all go to their husbands houses and drop their father's name.
Mrs C was a very cruel and wicked woman, she always torment the other siblings of Mr A. Before Mr A married both of Mrs C and Mrs D he had a quarrel with his first wife and this led to him bringing out a double barrel gun threatening to shoot her.
Mrs B packed all her loads and left. But as custom deems it fit in Yoruba culture, the man owns the child, so all her children were left with Mr A and directly or indirectly it was Mrs C that will cater for them, Mrs B bore two girls and four boys.
She took two with her, a boy and a girl and left the rest.
Lunch was usually after noon. The whole house will be bubbling to the aroma of fried fish, sizzling onions, frying tomatoes and burnt yam flour simmering on the fire.
Trays or big bowls are common for eating. The big ones will always bully the young and small ones. Eat their fishes, meats, eggs or even pour hot Amala on their hands. There was a day that Chris , Celine Dion's first son was eating along with the children of Alicia Keys, they were all seated at the dinning.
Olumide, Babatunde and Debanji were also there. But instead of Debanji to fight for the interest of his younger brothers, he always fight for his own selfish interest.
Chris deliberately scooped hot Amala and spilled it on Olumide 's hand. It swelled up and he could no longer continue to eat. This called for Cardi 's attention. She was their grand mother. Dragging her feet on the terrazzo floor, she arrived after hearing the screams of Olumide.
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DISCLAIMER
Note
All the names in this story are all fake and fictitious. They were purposely employed by the OP to redirect the casts of their initial roles.
No harm was meant to the popularity or fame of any of these names either dead or alive
The story is purely fiction!!!

should I continue?

FAMILY TREE OF MR A
WIVES
FIRST WIFE: ALICIA KEYS OR MRS B
SECOND WIFE: CELINE DION OR MRS C
THIRD WIFE: WHITNEY HOUSTON OR MRS D
CHILDREN: MRS B' S CHILDREN
1.YEMI ALADE 2. DEBANJI3. BABATUNDE 4. OLUMIDE 5. NURU MARLI 6. ASA
MRS C'S CHILDREN: 1. CHRIS 2. WIZ KHALIFA 3. NICKI MINAJ 3. JENNIFER LOPEZ, 4. TIWA SAVAGE 5. WIZKID
MRS D'S CHILDREN: 1. RIHANNA 2. SHAKIRA 3. BEYONCE 4. OFFSET

In a jiffy, she asked Babatunde to bring the Vaseline or petroleum jelly from her room to soothe the injury.
Inside him, Chris was now smiling. Though Debanji, Babatunde and Olumide were all annoyed, there was nothing that they could do. They cold not plan any reprisal attacks, so they all kept mum and hypnotized.
Celine Dion also was happy, fulfilled and having a very good day at what just happened. Sometimes she won't wear pants to the kitchen.
Yemi Alade, Niniola, Kim Kardashian usually notice that immediately she stands up from Mr A 's diick she goes straight to the kitchen to cook without bathing, cleaning or even toothbrushing.
Mr A usually use sex enhancement drugs like Orobokibo and so on to boost his libido or sometimes Chelsea dry gin.
He will then loud the music player in his room so that all the soft moans to the sex will be swallowed up and will not be heard by passerbys
Out of jealousy on Mr A's property, Celine Dion and Whitney Houston had a cloth-tearing fight that Whitney beat the hell out of Celine. It was an unforgettable evening like Alicia Keys usually say, it is when the man is telling one of his wives the secrets of the other wife that they start to quarrel, fight and hate each other.
Mr A went to mosque to pray as usual and Whitney had left her room to where Mrs C was situated. She fought and tore her clothes. The people inside quickly informed each other about this incident and news was passed onto Mr A about his fighting wives.
When he got home, he summoned them but could not scold or admonish them as they were busy yelling at the top of their voices on each other.
At dawn, Mrs D was told to go back to LOFF while Mrs C remained in INSTANBUL. The rate of jealousy and rivalry between both of them was so high that it could degenerate.
So separating both of them is the best option. Mr A's friends and his mom also advised him not to put two fighters together under the same roof.
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Years later, in the kitchen where Mrs C usually cooks, she noticed that meat usually disappears from her pot. What she and her daughter Nicki Minaj usually do is to count the number of meat that was cooked before leaving the kitchen.
The kitchen was situated between NURU Marli and Wiz Khalifa 's rooms, so the two suspected meat thieves were either NURU Marli (the primary or main target) and Wiz Khalifa , the favourite or non-suspect.
They usually hold conspiracy meetings planning, scheming and plotting against NURU Marli because he is Mrs C's step son, his mom isn't living with them at the house.
When NEPA brings the bill for the month, they will ask all the males who are working,
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Re: Those Who Live In Glass Houses Should Not Throw Stones by lukui: 9:36am On Nov 15, 2019
When Nepa brings the Nepa bill, they will ask all the males who are working, Babatunde is just managing in one primary school but he also donates, Nuru Marli too will be billed while the rest, Chris and Wiz Khalifa are free agents who pays nothing but just enjoy free light.
Because Mr A sleeps with Mrs C regularly due to housewife relationship, she made it duty on herself to always poison the minds of everyone about her step sons that they are evil, bad, lazy and bunch of do no goods.

She usually paint and polish polish her own siblings as the best, hard working and always acceptable to everyone.
If one of her step sons does anything in the house, it will lead to foul play on his or her part.
So everyone usually mellow or cool down to avoid being made the subject of the day.
Thereon, after cooking in the kitchen and counting the number of meats in the pot as usual, a little drop of rat poison was dropped in the pot of stew.

This was meant for Nuru Marli to eat and die. But unfortunately, things didn't go according to plan, it was Wiz Khalifa that ate the meats in the pot.
She and her cronies, her daughter Nicki Minaj whom she is always with had planned to box out Nuru Marli out of the equation.
They thought that he was the one who usually masticate all the meats not knowing it was Wiz Khalifa.
Wiz Khalifa usually plays both sides for fools. If he sees Nuru Marli



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Re: Those Who Live In Glass Houses Should Not Throw Stones by lukui: 9:07am On Nov 19, 2019
Wiz Khalifa usually plays both sides for fools. If he sees Nuru Marli, he smiles and talks, shakes him like his friend but when Nuru Marlo has went out, he connived and conspires with his mum and his sisters.

Whenever he is with his mum, they backbite and plan about how to confisticate, steal or loot all the luggage and properties in the house.

One very funny thing about them is that they believe that all the luggage and bags in the house belongs to them. Even if you put your phone on the table, after stealing it, they will say that it belongs to them.

Earlier, Nuru Marli does not usually lock his door anytime he is going out for work. They take this as a chance to plunder all his belongings. They measure bowls of rice, beans, garri, our off his kerosene because they knew he usually cooks with kerosene stove, eat a portion of his already cooked food and pretend as if they were innocent.
It was after Eid El Fitr celebrations and for the fact that Berlin is Mr A's hometown, he alongside his family usually travel to Berlin to celebrate the Eid El Fitr and Eid El Kabir celebrations.
But during this Eid El Fitr, they didn't travel. Except Nuru Marli, he secretly travelled in the evening when there was light. Anytime that there is light everyone will usually be inside watching film.
He packed some of his clothes in a nylon, bag, toothbrush, slippers and departed for Berlin.
His mum had called him earlier that she wanted to see him. He didn't even seem it fit to inform his dad.
The usual custom is that whenever you want to travel, you should inform everyone before you depart, Nuru Marli didn't inform anyone of his departure, he took a French leave. Fate will even say that it was God that saved him.

to be continued......
Re: Those Who Live In Glass Houses Should Not Throw Stones by lukui: 9:39am On Nov 20, 2019
AT BERLIN


Nuru Marli reached home at past eleven o clock. There was a traffic jam on the Instanbul Berlin expressway. It was raining like cat and dog and a minivan got a flat tyre in the middle of the road. The driver was trying to fix it. But after trying to no avail to get stone, Jack, spare tyre because he didn't have any of these in his boot.

That was why Road Safety officials usually arrest many of them when they are travelling. The passengers and drivers that were behind the still vehicle were fed up. They alighted from their vehicle. They were forced to help the delay causing man. They united together and started to help the man replace the flat tyre with the spare.

Jack, spanner, stones were immediately brought out from no where. As if they were conjured from mid air. The man was grateful. He was told to start the engine. It spurted out loud screeches once, twice and loudly many times. Everybody shouted "Which type of motorcar is this? " The vehicle refused to start. Some passengers even jested "You better go and buy another motorcar. This one you are driving is not a car ooooh! "

Nuru Marli was already already drenched. He is now feeling cold and shivering a little bit. All he could do was to watch the soap opera.


AT INSTANBUL

At midnight, everyone had gone to sleep, there was light from the evening around 6pm. On Fridays if there is light from 6pm, what the NEPA people usually do is to leave it(the light) till the next day's morning before they will switch it off again.
So street neighbours were all aware of this, so they went inside to watch film, receive fan, cook food, iron their clothes, wash their dirty clothes with washing machine, pump water from boreholes into their storex tanks and so on.
If Nuru Marli was at home now, he would be doing almost all of these, except pumping water from their well. It was Wiz Khalifa that was the Minister of water resources. He usually pumps the water from the well.

Whenever they want to use the water, they will send one of his younger ones may be Tiwa Savage, Nicki Minaj or Wizkid to inform him that they have brought light. He didn't have an electric bulb in his room, it has burnt and he didn't replace it.

Wizkid entered his room and called him. It was very dark inside, no reflection of light was seen. Wiz Khalifa was lying almost dead on the bed. He was having a stomach ache or concoction. Wizkid called him but he got no response, he turned back and went out.

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Mrs C couldn't find her phone. And Whenever she missed her phone, it can only be with only one person, that is Wizkid. What will he be doing with the phone? He will be playing games on it!!
"Wizkid, Wizkid, Wizkid" she shouted calling him.
Mr A asked "What happened? Why are you calling him? Where is he? " he asked gently turning towards her side.
"He is with my phone! I can't find my phone !" she barked at him.
"Its like he has went to tell brother Wiz Khalifa to pump water, that NEPA have brought light" Nicki Minaj replied.
Both of Tiwa Savage and Jennifer Lopez have slept on Mr A's bed. Though they have beds and televisions at their respective rooms, they usually prefer to watch together in Mr A's room. The movie was Jumong and Young Po and Die So Y'all were both plotting and scheming how they will kill Jumong.
Re: Those Who Live In Glass Houses Should Not Throw Stones by lukui: 10:37am On Nov 21, 2019
AT BERLIN

When Nuru Marli got home, everyone has slept, he went to the window side to call his mum to open the door for him.
She rose, went to the door and unbolted the latch behind it. Kre kre ke ke, it cried in the silence of the night like a hungry baby waiting to suck its mummy's tits.

"Good evening ma" he greeted her.
"Good evening, why do you always love keeping late nights like this? A well disciplined person doesn't keep late nights. Look at the time, what says your time now? It's past 2am. Past 2am huh?" she scolded.
" I am sorry, it was hold up"
"Don't tell me sorry oh! I don't want to hear sorry. How are you? How is your daddy? Mrs C? Her children? How is everyone in Istanbul? "
"We are all fine. We thank God. Thanks. "
"What will you eat? We didn't have any food for you ooh?" she asked.
"No problem, I will eat in the morning. Let me go and sleep" he yawned as he walked slowly into his room.
"He hmmmm hmmmm! See him! Istanbul -Berlin, Berlin -instanbul, Istanbul to Berlin conductor!!! They will have recognised your face at the garage!! "she joked mocking him.
He didn't even bother to answer her. He walked lazily to his room and dropped like a log of wood on the bed.

At instanbul

Mr A went inside the toilet to excrete. He flushed and flushed but the water closet didn't bring forth water. He was fed up, he stood up, wrapped his towel and went out of his room.
"Where is Wiz Khalifa? " he was now getting angry.
"Wiz Khalifa! Wiz Khalifa!! Wiz Khalifa!!! Wiz Khalifa!!!! " he yelled at the top of his voice but no one responded.
Mr A angrily pushed open the door to Wiz Khalifa 's room, he carried a torch light in his left hand. he shone it on the body lying almost breathless on the bed.
"Wiz Khalifa!, Wiz Khalifa, Wiz Khalifa, Wiz Khalifa!!!! " he shook him rigorously but all to no avail.
"Celine Dion, Celine Dion, Celine Dion" the whole house reverberated and echoed at the loud yells emanating from Mr A as he was dumbfounded.
Celine Dion heard the call but she ignored him and continued to watch her film.
"Mummy, Mummy, Daddy is calling you" Wizkid reported.
You might be wondering what made it so difficult for her to respond quickly. They live in a six bedroom flat with sitting room, dinning, kitchen, garage, lobby, passage, walk ways, and lounge. Each room is fitted with its own toilet and bathroom, the visitors room share the same bathroom and toilet with the sitting room. Most often, the sitting room is usually dusty, abandoned and unkempt. Everyone will burrow inside their rooms and seldom come out to the sitting room. Except there is a guest or general meeting or prayer, that is the only time that the sitting room is made use of.
"Where is he?" she rose sluggishly from the bed and took a piece of cloth to tie her hair. It was her scarf.
"Nicki Minaj come" she said. They went together and arrived inside Wiz Khalifa's room. He was lifeless on the bed.
"Ah My God, Wiz Khalifa, Wiz Khalifa, Wiz Khalifa, I am doomed! Ah God! Ah My Life, Yeeeeeeee!!!! Help me!!! Help me!!! Please carry him, carry him, Aaaaaah! Wiz Khalifa, Wiz Khalifa, Wiz Khalifa, Ah, Yeah God, help me, help me, help me!!! " she cried.
"Wasn't I calling you since that you didn't answer? " Mr A snarled at her.
She was now sobbing. Tears were dropping from her eyes. Collectively, they carried him off the bed.
"Go and call Don Jazzy to bring out his car for me. Tell him that it is Wiz Khalifa. Go!!! Fast!!! "
He tormented Tiwa Savage.
"Yeeeees Siiiiiiir" she zoomed off.
Hurriedly, she left without wearing her shoes. There was no gate to the entrance of Don Jazzy's compound, it was a storey building with six flats three flats up and two flats down.
Don jazzy was a second hand motor seller. He is an astute PDP supporter. He campaigned for the party during the 2015 and 2019 general elections. He had a small white Honda Prelude car. With this small toy as Nuru Marli and Wiz Khalifa usually call it, he has entered all the books and corners of Instanbul.
"Sallam Alaykum" Tiwa Savage roared angrily.
"Yees Wa Alaykum Sallam" someone replied from within.
"Please it was Wiz Khalifa that fainted for the past few hours. Please we need your car to take him to the hospital" she spoke trying to catch her breath.
"OK let's go" Don Jazzy said.
He entered his car and switched the ignition.

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At hospital



"What happened to him" asked the doctor.
"He was unconscious


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Re: Those Who Live In Glass Houses Should Not Throw Stones by lukui: 10:37am On Nov 21, 2019
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At hospital



"What happened to him" asked the doctor.
"He was unconscious for a long period of time" Mr A replied.
"Youngman, how are you feeling now? " the doctor asked Wiz Khalifa.
"Am feeling better now " he replied as he is now opening his eyes little by little.
"Ah I thank God, Ah God you are Mighty, Glory be to God" his mum retorted.
"We will discharge him by next week but I will prescribe some drugs for him"
"Sir please see me in my office" The doctor beckoned Mr A into his office.
"Okay sir. Right away"
Mr A followed the doctor into his well air conditioned and we'll furnished comfy office.
"You are welcome sir"
"Yes sir" Mr A said.
"Is he your son? " the doctor asked.
"Yes he is my step son. "
"How did he ate poison? "
The doctor hit the nail on the head.
"What?? Poison? " Mr A was shocked.
"Yes and with the dosage in his system, I don't think that he can escape it"
"Yee My God!! "
"Please calm down sir" the doctor admonished.
"So doctor what do you suggest now? " Mr A asked innocently.
"I would like to suggest that you should not tell your wife about it. Shebi she is the mother? " he asked.
"Yess, Yes, Yessir "
"That lady cannot escape two week before he will kick the bucket"
"Yee My God, This is Serious!! "
"So I will advice you to use your native wisdom here" the doctor advised Mr A.
"Alright sir. Thank you very much sir. May the Almighty God continue to reward and bless you sir"
Amen, You are welcome sir"



Mr A rose. He was stunned. What is he going to do now? He was dumbfounded and short of ideas. Well he has no option than to play by the Doctor's script. He brought out his white handkerchief and wiped his face.
He walked briefly along the patient populated ward till he reached where his step son was lying on the bed.
"What did the doctor said? " Mrs C asked him.
He refused to answer her and continued with what he wanted to do.
"Let's be going home" he said without looking at her.
"He will be fine. Have you collected all his drugs? " he asked all of them
"Nicki Minaj oya, go and collect his drugs.Pack all the flasks and coolers into the booth of the car"
"Is Don Jazzy still around or he has left? "
"He said that he will come back in the evening that he has a meeting to do with politicians and BUKOLA SARAKI"
"Let's go" Mr A spare out angrily.
"He held Wiz Khalifa 's hand and the other arm was curled around his neck.
Gently they all trooped out of the ward.
Mrs C greeted the patients that were still in the ward goodbye and they greets her in return.

At home

Friends and loved ones have gathered together to greet him at home. They welcomed them all. Their flasks and cooker were all brought out of the car.
"Wizkid, take this key and go and give to Mrs Don Jazzy, tell her that we have comeback from the hospital"
Minutes later Mrs Don Jazzy came with a sober face.
"How is he feeling now? Ah eeya thank God oh!! "Aah sorry, Pele, eehya " she sympathised with him.
"What of his drugs? "
The house was dull and unlively. If a pin dropped, you would hear it's sound. Those that were around were either boiling hot water in the kitchen or washing clothes of the sick person. If you wanted to talk, you would do so only in whispers.
Everyone right now watched his or her mouth to avoid being implicated by the tongue.

At Berlin
Nuru Marli was the one that the meat poisoned trap conspiracy ought to catch but as Providence would have it, he travelled.
He was the only one at home. Everyone has left for work, school or businesses. His younger sister, Asa had gone to Senior Secondary School, she was preparing for her SSCE.
Mrs B also is a Federal Government worker, she usually comes back after six or five thirty and will be complaining of body pains and backache all the time. She had blankly told Nuru Marli earlier no to be at all the food in the house before she comes back.
This usually infuriates Nuru Marli because he cooks by himself when he was in Istanbul.
"Let me go and visit my friend" he thought in his mind.
As he was about to open the door, his younger sister entered.
"Ah good afternoon oh! " she greeted.
"Ah welcome, how was school? " he replied.
"Twas fain! " she said.
"Is there any food in the kitchen? " she asked.
"Check now!! The rice that you cooked in the morning remained! "
"OoohKay" she answered him.
Like a hungry lion, she devoured the food inside the pot. Her mum warned them earlier not to eat inside the pot, not to cook with kerosene, not to cook with gas, but to always use firewood or charcoal.
But right now, she is still at work and they are now emperors and kings of the house. They can do what they like.
"Am going out" Nuru Marli told her.
"Okay bye, greet them for me" she joked.
"You are not serious " he laughed and shut the door.





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Wiz Khalifa was a little bit feeling better by now. Like the doctor said, the poison has spread from his blood on to his organs like like the kidney, liver and heart. There is no way that he can escape death. He is just like a ticking time bomb waiting to be pressed at any moment.
Mr A was only the one who knew this. He was restless. How is he going to live with this? Won't the people..............



to be continued............. he replied.
Re: Those Who Live In Glass Houses Should Not Throw Stones by lukui: 2:16pm On Nov 25, 2019
Won't the people suspect him? They might say that he killed him for money ritual. Ah he is in deep shit. What can he do now? He was list in thought. After some minutes, Wizkid entered his room.
"Go and check Wiz Khalifa and come and tell me how he is feeling" he commanded.
"OK sir, "he jumped up with a stick of candy in his hand.
"Where is your mum? " he barked before the boy left the room.
"She went to NASFAT" he replied
"Ok"
"He is in his room" he came back and reported to him.
"Poor boy. I wonder if he ever goes out of that room except for food or toilet " he muttered
"Chai. What will I do now? "
"Well sitted oh" Mrs C greeted as she came in. She was beaming with joy. She noticed that Mr A's face looked worried.
"What is the problem? " she asked him
She wore white white.
"Eh nothing, nothing" he replied pretending as if everything is fine "
"You did not even reply my greetings as I was greeting you"
"I am fine. How was your prayer? Did you prayed for me? He asked hypocritically forcinga hard laugh through his mouth.
"Let me freshen up" she said as she entered the toilet.
TWO WEEKS LATER
"Ah welcome ma" Nuru Marking said as he saw Mrs B, his mum he came back and reported to him.





to be continued.....
Re: Those Who Live In Glass Houses Should Not Throw Stones by lukui: 11:18am On Nov 26, 2019
"Ah welcome ma" Nuru Marli said as he saw Mrs B his mum alighting from a motorcycle.
"Banky W how are you? " she said greeting Nuru Marli's friend.
"Ah fine ma" he replied.
"Carry this one inside the kitchen"
"Ma have Nuru Marli told you that he is going to Tokyo? " he asked her.
"Tokyo? No. For what? " she asked amusingly.
"Eh Banky please wait"
"Nuru Marli, Nuru Marli!" she screamed
"Nuru Marli, mum is calling you"
"OK am coming" Nuru Marli said.
"Your dad called me today and said that Wiz Khalifa is dead oh!! So you better get prepared we are going to Istanbul tomorrow! "
"What happened? " Bank asked ignorantly.
"Be going home" Nuru Marli advised him.
"I will call you or we will see later! " he continued.
"OK no P" he replied.


At Instanbul

Everywhere and everyone was mourning especially 69 Mushroom Avenue, the street where Mr A has spent almost all his life. It is just because he is not a citizen of Instanbul had it been he were, he would have been duly elected for a post. Why? He is a very influential man, well revered and respected.

Most quarrelling neighbours usually come to settle their disputes at his house.
The district's Imam was also around. He called the first born and muttered in low voices what will be done and how they will carry out the burial and funeral processions.
"OK sir" the first son nodded like an Agama Agama.
Notable personalities like Daddy Showkey, Baba Frayo, Shatta Wale, Sarkodie, Majek Fashek, Beautiful Nubia, ,Lagbaja etc were also present.
Everyone was just in a sober mood.
Rental service chairs had been placed on the floor. They were all white and people were removing each one to sit. Few minutes later, Nuru Marli, Mrs B and her entourage arrived. It was a soul touching and sober reflecting mood.

They entered, greeted, greeted, greeted and continued greeting.
"Good afternoon ma. May God grant you the fortitude to bear the loss"
"We won't see things like this again Insha Allahu" she prayed whilst on her knees.
Nuru Marking viewed the sitting room as he entered the wide parlour. All the seaters had their head inverted and were all sober.
"Let's recite Suratul Iklas thrice" the imam started the Islamic funeral prayer.

Nuru Marli was the onus of the occasion. All eyes were on him.
Smart, sharp and criminally minded people around knew the whole story about Wiz Khalifa's death, Mrs C's jealousy , Nuru Marli 's French leave and so on.
They couldn't do anything but just to pity Nuru Marli, the poor boy.
He carried two of this gallons to the well and was filling them with water.
Mourners were murmuring but he could hear what they were saying amongst themselves.
"See him, he doesn't care. He was just fetching his own water" one said.
"Ehn what do you want him to do? Life goes on! " the second person replied.
After fetching water, cooking small food and eating, Nuru Marlo came out of his room, wearing one black long sleeve shirt. He sat quietly beside his mum.
They were both mute like a dead log of wood. Silently, she asked him when will he resume back to work. He told him that may be Monday or Tuesday but because of the funeral going on, he will have to be excused at work.

The prayers and burial will take place for three days. The principal of his school doesn't trust him both in his presence or in his absence. He has his own cliche in the sraffroom. They are a cabal. After the principal himself, he, Nuru Marli is the most feared person in the school, not because he beatsbor punishes the students but because he doesn't tell anyone or divulge his plans to anyone before he carries them out.
If he plans to undertake a task, he can strategise for it for three months before it will bear fruition.

Mrs C has wailed and cried, when she glanced back and saw Nuru Marli, she was shocked that he was still fresh, rotund and alive.
Sympathisers and most of her friends were sitting with her and consoling her to take heart.

Mr A also was sitting together with them in the room. He wore a white Agbada and a white cap.
He was now calm and relaxed. He didn't even take much as to come over all that have happened. Days later Mrs B returned back to Berlin.
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Debanji, Nuru Marli's brother just came back from Berlin. He rode on his usual motorcycle, Boxers. Smartly, Nuru Marking cane out of his room to greet him and sympathised about the dead.
"Ah may the God Almighty, forgive him oh! " Nuru Marli prayed
"Amin" he replied.
They talked and jisted. Debanji had visited Berlin and had been told to bring Nuru Marli's currixuy vitae. May be there is an opening or a job vacancy. Without hesitating, Nuru Marli complied and submitted the CV to him.
Nuru Marli knew that all these things were just formalities. They will have picked the people that they already needed. Imagine the other time that he applied for Customs Service, they were told to scan and upload medical fitness form.
Before he went to the hospital, thirty thousand people had applied, it took him weeks before he could complete the task. When he came back and asked the cafe client, he told him that four hundred and fifty thousand people had applied. He was like "What the hell? "
Re: Those Who Live In Glass Houses Should Not Throw Stones by lukui: 11:37am On Nov 26, 2019
Months later


Mrs C was now getting happy and livelier. She didn't even feel like someone whose son has just died. Such is life, whatever you sow, you shall always reap. Her main enemy, Nuru Marli is still well and alive, walking, eating and breathing free air.
Mr A has travelled to Abuja and he won't be back for months. Rumours has it that whenever Mr A is not around, Mrs C usually visit her sugar daddies to satisfy her. This is because Mr A can no longer perform to her satisfaction.
Women! can you really satisfy them?
The house they are all living, which is at 69, Mushroom Avenue, Jakarta Park, Istanbul was the main reason why Mrs C wants Nuru Marli dead. The house is very precious to her.

They all hailed from Berlin but she has gotten accustomed to the life in Istanbul that she doesn't want to leave. Therefore she solicited the house from Mr A as one of her properties to be inherited when Mr A died. Without hesitating, he accepted.
Debanji has moved all his loads from the boys quarters. He transits between instanbul and Berlin like someone going to the toilet. Though he works in Istanbul, his family, wife and kids reside in Berlin.
Babatunde also lives in Istanbul but he now resides at a poultry farm on the outskirts of the town. Chris, Mrs C's first son who lives with her before have packed all his loads and his....






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Re: Those Who Live In Glass Houses Should Not Throw Stones by lukui: 1:47pm On Nov 26, 2019
and his poultry farm that was factory fitted tothe back fence of the house to another place.
He now resides along Seaport Road. The only person remaining in the house with Mrs C is Nuru Marli



CONSPIRACY THEORIES

Without telling anyone as usual, Nuru Marlo plotted and planned how he will liberate himself.
Filled with hate, some years ago, he had packed all his luggage and left for a rented room along Antelope Road.
Both MrA and MrsC were all aware of this.
Though he Nuru Marlo didn't inform them, he usually shuttle between both house spending one-night here and one night there.

Eight months later, he had some financial issues with the landlord's son.
Mr Raymond got infuriated and threatened to lock him up at the nearest police station.
There was a police officer living together with them in the building. His name was Matthew. He had invited Nuru Marli earlier into his house to get familiar with him.
"Police is your friend. And it is good to know your neighbour" he said.
On that day of humiliation, Nuru Marli could remember vividly, it was Wednesday evening. He just left home at 69, Mushroom Avenue, went to Assembly prayed, Maghrib and had planned to go to Antelope Road.
Less did he know that it was going to be a very disgraceful day for him.
Thinking he was smart, Nuru Marli entered the three storeyed building without greeting anyone. He was now fed up with the behaviour of his neighbours around there.
He decided to take a leave. He won't inform anyone of them that he is leaving.
Sensitive to what was going on, the neighbours too have noticed what was going on.

On of his flat neighbours Mrs Deborah had informed others that they suspect that Nuru Marli is secretly packing his loads and wanting to leave.
As fate would have it, Mr Raymond got informed. Mathew, the policeman was not in the building. Like wild flames , Raymond blew up.
"You haven't paid NEPA bill. You haven't paid security bill" he roared.
"Gba gba" heavy knocks landed on Nuru Marli's door thinking that he was inside.
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The gallons, buckets and file cabinets that he carried on his head ,shoulder and back were starting to wear him down.
There was still time for him to pack all his loads tonight. He thought.
Silently, he shifted the padlock at the gate of 69,Mushroom Avenue and entered.
Mrs C and Nick Minaj were inside but they haven't slept yet. They could hear footsteps . And knowing fully well that no nocturnal animal is in their house except Nuru Marli.
"He is a bat" Nicki Minaj said.
"Yes , he sleeps during the day and works at night" her mother completed the sentence and they both laughed.
Two neighbours had earlier fought about NEPA bill. One was allotted to be paying five hundred naira monthly while the other was allotted one thousand naira. This was what causes the brouhaha. smiley
"How will you be paying five hundred naira and in will be paying one thousand naira? This is rubbish. You are stupid. You are mad!"
"I am mad? I will show you madness today!"
Mrs C and Nicki Minaj had went out after closing their shop to settle the matter.
"Sallam Alaykum" they greeted
"Ah Alhaja, its you!" they exclaimed when they saw her.
"What is the problem?"
"It is NEPA bill oh!"
"May be we should inform the landlord!" she suggested.
''Yes that is a very good idea"
"Call the landlord"
"Call the landlord" everybody roared in unison.

That was how the fight died down. Nuru Marli had placed all his belongings inside his room. His room was the only room in the house that had had a door fitted outside so he doesn't need to enter the whole building to get to his room.

Discreetly, he departed for Antelope Road again. Little did he know that he was going to face the consequence of his French leave.
Tiptoeing, he entered the three storeyed building, all that was left for him to carry was his bucket , sponges, soap and toothbrush.

He had almost got out of the passage when Mr Raymond summoned him. He went out, dropped the bucket and went in .
Mr Raymond locked up his shirt and started shouting "Thief!, Thief!!, Thief!!!"

Immediately, everybody.......



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Re: Those Who Live In Glass Houses Should Not Throw Stones by lukui: 10:40am On Nov 27, 2019
THE BARGAIN

Immediately everybody in the building came out and were asking each other what was happening.
"Here he is!" Richmond said pointing at Nuru Marli
"Aaaaah!!!" Everybody screamed.
"He usually come inside the building at night to steal, he stole our generator's wire."
"Aaaaaah!!" the people screamed.
"Our motorcycle too!" he continued
"Aaah"
".....our extra tyre" he lied moreover.
"Aaaah Jesus Christ" Mrs Joy added.
"So you are a thief? What do you want to say? You want to deny? You want to deny abiii? If I punch you!!"

Without hesitating, he landed series of hot blows on Nuru Marli's head, mouth, nose and ear.
Dumbfoundedly and stupidly, Nuru Marli agreed with him. If he didn't, he might get mobbed or lynched.
"Yes! Yes!!. I am the one. I stole them." he lied with a swollen mouth and rubber thick lips.
"Call Matthew, let's carry him to the police station" Richmond told his friends and bystanders.
He had one of them holding his phone videoing Nuru Marli. He said that he will upload it to WhatsApp and all social media for everyone to see and know that him, Nuru Marli is a die hard thief. This will spoil his image and further blackmail him.
He went out arrogantly, high with adrenaline and swelling with pride.
He opened the gate and drove out his Rover 620i.
"Oya get inside" he barked.
"Silently, Nuru Marli got inside alongside Matthew, the police officer.
Matthew was sitting beside the driver and it was Richmond himself that drove.
He passed the first junction in front of the house and everything was dead silent inside the car.
" You better start talking now" Matthew yelled looking back to face Nuru Marli at the back seat.
"Please sir, don't take me to police station, I don't have anyone here in Instanbul, my mum and dad reside at Berlin. Please, Please let me drop my phone, it can carry the expenses of the bills that I owe. When it is month ending, I will bring the money please I beg you in the name of God, please let me go"
"Shut up"
"Shut the fvck up!"
"You this nincompoop"
"You know that you will pay all this while and you never made arrangements about how you will pay? Instead you thought that you were smart and can quickly leave like that without paying?" Richmond retorted.
" I didn't want to leave like that, I planned to inform the landlord tomorrow morning that I will pay my bills. We haven't been paid for last months salary and today is tenth of May. That was why I was still owing"
"You lying piece of shit" Matthew cuts in.
"Didn't you tell me that you are from Instanbul here and that you work at a pharmaceutical company? Now you are saying you are a teacher. Which one should we believe now huh? he continued with displeasure written boldly on his face.
" Please sir, please, help me to beg him , Please! I don't have anyone to bail me please."
Matthew muttered something into Richmond's ear and they both came out of the car.
It was only Nuru Marli that remained inside. Minutes later, Samuel, one of the neighbours entered and sat inside beside Nuru Marli.
Matthew peeped from the drivers side and spoke to Nuru Marli.
"Give him that your phone that you have, let him check it"
Nuru Marli brought out his Itel Android and placed it in Samuel's big parlour. He perused and studied every dot and wrinkle on it for some minutes.
"Is it worth nine thousand five hundred naira? " Mathew asked.
" Yes, it is worth it sir!"
"OK" he nodded in approval.
"Oya get out. You are going to sign an undertaking or agreement that immediately byou collect this month's salary, you will pay the money that you owe."
"Yes sir, Yes sir. Okay sir" Nuru Marli said , he has sobbed and cried like hell.
"This is the paper, take!" Mathew commanded him.
"I Nuru Marli will pay back the sum of nine thousand five hundred naira........."
"Write what it is meant for there.......,"
"...............being the bill for NEPA and security this week ending"
"Aaaah, you fool, where will you get money from ? Today is twelfth of May. You better change it to end of the month."
"OK sir!" Nuru Marli answered as he crossed out the date and wrote a new one.
" Idiot!! Next time come rent house for here!!" Matthew tonguelashed him.

One of the neighbours who viewed all what happened grabbed Nuru Marlo's hand and downloaded gigabytes of advice into his thick skull.
"Yeees Sir. Thank you Sir" he thanked him.
That was how God bailed Nuru Marli out of a near-death-near- mockery state.
It was the most humiliating day in his life.
Well life is a motion, it keeps moving. And some will say after crying, the next thing is to smile.
Inna ma al usri yusroh!








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LIFE GOES ON



News of how Nuru Marli was humiliated have travelled like wild fire from Antelope Road to Mushroom Road like WiFi.
Fear people, they are capable of anything, here we are talking of six streets distance. Well like most will say, good news doesn't sell like bad news.

Some of his fellow staff at EXCEL &SUCCESS ACADEMY, 32, Mushroom Avenue, Jakarta Park, Instanbul were aware of what Nuru Marli went through in the hands of crazy and ill- wishing landlords.
They just kept mum as if nothing had happened.
Nuru Marli decided not to tell anyone about it. He just moved on.
After collecting his month salary , he would just buy the items he has listed on his opportunity cost and enjoy himself at home.
Light was a bit better these days. After teaching the students Pythagoras theorem and Quadratic Equations, he would just get home, eat and sleep. No one to talk to , and no friend to keep company.

At five o clock in the evening, he usually visit the nearest assembly. It is usually held at Instanbul High Academy.
There, grown men like the age of his father and some guys a little bit older than him converge to discuss vital issues like politics, sports, marital life etc.

He got to know the spot one evening when he went to watch ball at the secondary school's field.
His elder sister, Yemi Alade now accuses him of not visiting her frequently.
Earlier he used to fetch water for her, play with her kids and stay with them for hours. But right now, its twig cuts, bird flies.

Weeks later, Nuru Marli collected his salary and he went to pay his debt.
He had learnt the hard way.
Next time, he will not fvck with landlords or their sons about bills.


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THE DEBT

He went to Antelope Road. Two to three streets were connected to each other by footpaths that vehicles cannot pass through except legs.
The three storeyed edifice was still there.
He was looking helter skelter for the landlord. His phone was with him. They switched it off the day he was humiliated, that was why he was keen to collect it back.
"Let me just give them their money and leave" he thought in his mind.


The landlord was relaxing on an old retractable chair outside the second building. He was in his seventies. Though there were grey hair on his head, you could hardly tell that he is an old man.
"Ah welcome son!" he greeted Nuru Marli.
"Have a sit here!" he said pointing to a white plastic chair.
Angrily, Nuru Marli sat beside him like a hungry lion waiting for it's prey.
He listener to the gibberish and balderdash that the old man had to say before he presented the nine thousand five hundred naira in his hands to him.
"I hope they have explained what the money was meant for" he asked.
"Yes they said it is for NEPA bill and security"
"Oh K!!" he said with his gums showing blank tooth.

Nuru Marli had heard earlier that he usually fights with his son Richmond over house rent, electricity bill and security bills. Sometimes if the tenants remit their



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Re: Those Who Live In Glass Houses Should Not Throw Stones by lukui: 11:08am On Nov 27, 2019
Sometimes if the tenants remit their bills to Richmond , he will spend it. This usually annoys the landlord angry. He does no business nor work. His only. business is to collect house rent. Where as his son works with a shoe factory along Musgroove Industrial Area.
There was a day that they had a cloth tearing fight. It was the neighbours that settled the quarrel. Richmond had collected hundreds of thousands of naira but he didn't give a kobo to his father, Mr Vista, the landlord.
Vista cursed him saying that he will not become successful in life , that he shall continue to wallow in poverty.
That day Richmond was already drunk, all he kept repeating was that he will beat Vista, his dad.
So you just imagine a kind of man that doesn't inculcate good morals and ethics in his children, what can you expect from such a person.
Nuru Marli thought as he collected his phone, greeted and stood to leave.
"Thank you sir" he greeted hypocritically and zoomed off.


************\\
FIRST LOVE

Mrs X was a shop owner. She resides about two to three streets from Nuru Marli's house. Her shop also was close to his house. She had knew her for a very along time . This was because he usually retail clothes sold by his sister Yemi Alade to her. This was when he was in secondary school.
He had thus built a good relationship with Mrs X. Mrs X had three children, two girls and a boy..
The boy Charles was the firstborn while Natasha and Chinoye were the younger sisters.
Nuru Marli is in love with Natasha, Mrs X's second child. He usually visit her shop to buy groceries, salt maggi, rice, spaghetti, macaroni, indomie, butter, egg etc.

This made him to let them viewbhim as their regular customer.
Sometimes if he doesn't have money to pay, he will beg them to be lenient with him till the end of the month.
When he collects his salary, he will pay. This has been on going for some months hitch free without hiccups.

Mr X was a tailor. His shop was situated beside Mrs X 's shop. Both husband and wife's shop were beside each other.
Nuru Marli knew the three children earlier before in his previous school where he taught. They were his students there.
Also when he was a kid, his dad MrA usually sow clothes for them at Mr X's shop.


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Re: Those Who Live In Glass Houses Should Not Throw Stones by lukui: 8:31am On Nov 28, 2019
Nuru marli thought it was going to go well with him proposing love to Mr X's daughters.
On the other hand, they told him that they can't allow him to marry anyone of them because they both are still studying in the university.
This poured cold water in Nuru Marli 's heart. He now knew the extent to which people can go.
Silently, without agitating, cursing or abusing, he left the place.
Though he was their regular customer, that will be the last commodity that he will buy from their shop. And he is to return no more.
Well this life is a war, you win some and you lose some. This was not his first denial and it won't be his last. During his Youth Corps, the first girl that he approached also said no.
Now he is getting used to being heart broken.


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Re: Those Who Live In Glass Houses Should Not Throw Stones by Nobody: 10:18am On Oct 11, 2020
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