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Re: How Gbenga Found Love by skubido(m): 5:52pm On Feb 08
Thanks for the update
Re: How Gbenga Found Love by Rosemary33: 8:37pm On Feb 09
I wanted to post an update but half of what I just typed for episode 4 got wiped off as my laptop rebooted itself.

I feel like smashing the dame thing on the ground right now
Re: How Gbenga Found Love by arck1: 9:03pm On Feb 09
I wanted to post an update but half of what I just typed for episode 4 got wiped off as my laptop rebooted itself.

I feel like smashing the dame thing on the ground right now

Eeyah sorry E-hug
Re: How Gbenga Found Love by tijehi(f): 9:23pm On Feb 09
I wanted to post an update but half of what I just typed for episode 4 got wiped off as my laptop rebooted itself.

I feel like smashing the dame thing on the ground right now

Ohhh. Sorry.
Re: How Gbenga Found Love by Ann2012(f): 9:51pm On Feb 09
I wanted to post an update but half of what I just typed for episode 4 got wiped off as my laptop rebooted itself.

I feel like smashing the dame thing on the ground right now

Jisos, see our Sunday jollof oooo
Re: How Gbenga Found Love by Rosemary33: 11:12pm On Feb 10

Amaka slipped out through the backdoor, she bumped on the Bartender and had some wine splashed on her “Sorry…I am so sorry” she left from the door in a hurry, leaving the bartender gazing at the door in wonder.

She couldn’t stand on the roadside to wait for taxi, soon someone would find the lifeless body of Senator Ovunda, soon they would start looking for her. ‘How many people in that club saw her left with Senator, how many heard her scream?’

She had her shoes in her hands and walked barefooted towards the opposite direction from the way that led to her house. she glances behind her in fear. She was sure no one saw her sneaked out of the room.

“It was a mistake” she kept muttering under her breath and her chattery teeth. She wished the night was a bad dream which she would wake up from.

She sniffed, wipe the tears that threatened to roll down and looked behind her. Someone was coming and she felt the person was after her. She increased her pace, folded her lips inward to stop the chattering of her teeth, she bit her lips and felt her blood in her mouth.

She had no idea where she was going, she had to keep walking or she would be caught. A sob escaped from her and she swallowed hard. “this is no time to cry” she thought

Her day had started like every normal day; she had taken her son back to school and bided him farewell.

“Madam said we would be going out today” Rose has said to her over the phone


“I don’t know, she said some important men are meeting in a Hotel and would need entertainment after their meeting”

She had felt worried about this particular Job “Rose I don’t think I want to go for this one” she had said

“there is nothing there, we only have to do our Job, give those big babies some Lap dance and send them off to sleep…”

“You know how the last time ended Rose, one of the men almost beat you up for saying No to him”

“And what happened after? Didn’t I get my pay? See Amaka, we are big girls and have been on this Job for years now…nobody will make you do what you wouldn’t want to do”

“I don’t know Rose…I don’t want to be going for these outside Jobs again, some of the guys we meet there are not normal…they would want you to do some Nasty things…we are not prostitutes”

“Prostitutes o, Nude dancers o…we are all the same, after all we Bleep some of those men…abeg dress up and come and have fun”

It was a mask club, they had danced nude to the pleasure of men they weren’t giving the privilege of seeing their faces. The girls had danced with all abandonment, boobs the sizes of big watermelon and small coconuts bounced and flapped like they were owned by no one. Fat butt-cheeks separated by ropes shook and clapped that one would think they would fall off from their owners bodies. Vagina lips clasp the poles as the girls curled and hung loose on the poles, and when they spread on the dance floor, with ropes doing poor jobs in hiding their pink holes, the men went wild, some of them ripped their women of their cloths and had sex like animals right their in the club hall.

By the time the girls were done, the floor was covered with dollars and Naira. ‘so far so good’ Amaka thought as she walked towards the dressing room to get her things and wait for her pay, that was when she met the man.

“You are an enchantress, a goddess in fact” he startled her. The man had no mask on, but she had hers.

“How…are you referring to me sir?”

The man eased himself from the wall and walked with an air of supremacy towards her “Oh…you wonder how recognized you?” He pulled on her bra strap and allow it fall on her skin with such force, she pulled her cloak to cover herself “in all the girls that danced today, you are the only one with the perfect thick ass and thick black Nipples that can make a man wet himself’ he gave her Nipple a pinch, “besides, your red lingerie is not difficult to pick out”

She stepped away from him “With due respect sir, my job here was to entertain and I have done that…if you will excuse me, I have to…”

The man caught her by the arm and she stumbled against his strong chest “Of course you are not done entertaining me…I have an offer for you” he dragged her along as he walked towards the top floor, they passed some persons who ignored them and walked on “This offer will make both of us happy”

The man had brought her to a room and locked the door behind him, she had never been scared in her like she was that night, not even when her mother was about giving up her last breath. She felt naked and ashamed, with her hands round her breast trying to cover the skin which her flimsy bra didn’t cover, she ran toward the end of the room and the strange man laughed.

“No girl…not me” he walked towards her and roughly held her by the neck “I would have loved to have you now” he traced his hand down to her butt and gave it a hard squeeze while licking her cheek “I have to share…the boss wants you so…” he took her lips and gave her a bite “I will let him have you” he pushed her to the bed “Be a good girl…we have paid your Madam heavily for your service” he walked towards the door “I will have you the way I want to later “he gave a loud laugh and left the room, locking the door from outside.

“I am not a prostitute please” was what she said immediately the big man entered the room and sank his buttocks on the tail end of the bed

“Oh common babe” he tried to touch her leg but she pulled away from his reach “we can make each other happy…is that what you were paid for”

“I swear I only come here to dance and…and that’s all…I don’t want anything more than my pay”

“And you will get more that your pay…I already paid your madam a lot to have you here all weekend…and I will reward you handsomely…come babe…” he reached for her and dragged her by the leg.

Amaka kicked and fought like a wild animal. Everything happened so fast, she didn’t even know where her kicks landed on the big man, he slipped off from the bed, kicking and stretching like one who was having a seizure.

Everything was quiet for few seconds, only the buzzing of the Air Condition and her own heartbeat interrupted the silence. She slowly crawled down from the bed, and hurried towards the door, she was expecting him to come after her but the big man lay still, she walked back to the man, fidgeting, she carefully touched him with her feet, the big man didn’t move. She bent down and gave him a gentle push, yet he didn’t move. His steady gaze to emptiness, his cold body and bared teeth that seemed to be mocking her told her that something was wrong

“Sir…sir?” her voice shook “Sir wake up…” nothing

She slid out of the room, looked at the other end of the long passage to make sure no one took notice.

She stumbled on an abandoned water pipe and bumped on a passer-by “Look where you are going girl” the passer-by gave her glance and mumbled something while walking away

“Sorry…” Amaka muttered, pulled her cloak to cover herself. She roughly wiped the tears that was threatening to flow and sniffled.


Gbenga kept coming to look for her, he would drive to the club every night, when it would be assumed that he was engaged with church work or meetings with youth leaders

“I have a lot to do if I must pastor a branch” he had told his parent one of the days his father questioned his recent late night keeping. He wasn’t sure if they believed him, but they didn’t raise the topic again. He had felt terrible lying to them.

He sat in the dark, inside his car and waited like he had waited for five days after she warned him off. Gbenga had convinced himself that he had come searching for the little girl whom he hurt twelve years ago, to make amends, yet he knew there was something more he had wanted from her, though he couldn’t point out what it was he wanted.

“I think you should forget the past and move forward” his Godfather had said to him when he came visiting. It was easy to open up to the retired preacher than his own parent.

“How can I move forward when my past is always haunting me? This particular past stare back at me, it reminds me of how unworthy I am to call the name of the Lord”

“You said you have met this lady and she doesn’t want to see you”

“Yes sir…I don’t know what to do”

His Godfather said nothing for a while, took a bite from the bitter kola he picked from a small saucer and chewed slowly “life has a way of laughing at us…you thing you have everything going on for you…” he chewed again, and swallowed “…then your life is thrown in a maze when you least expect it”

“What are your parents saying about this?” His Godfather asked

“We never discourse it”

His God father had prayed for him, warned him and wished him God’s blessing “You have to speak to your parents…they are your parents, and your spiritual head”

Gbenga had already lost the hope of seeing Amaka that night, he wondered whether it was worth it, seeking a lady who wants nothing to do with him. he brought his car to life and made to drive out when he saw two ladies chatting and walking out of the club. He killed the engine, stepped out of the car and waited for then to approach

“Hei! Excuse me”

They turned simultaneously, looked him up and down and flashed him one of the fakest smiles he has ever seen.

“Fine Bobo” one said

“See fresh guy…” the other added and the giggled seductively

“Ehn…sorry I am looking for someone” he looked from one lady to the other

The ladies sunk their faces in disappointment “na who be that? The person fine pass me?” One asked with an air of hostility

“Who be that? Fine Bobo watin be the person name?” the other lady asked, trying to slip her finger inside his shirt from the unbuttoned collar, Gbenga took her hands and dropped it

“Her name is Amaka”

“Amaka…who be Amaka?” one asked

“Amaka na…miss fire fire” the other said in recognition

“Ah ah! Miss fire fire! The one way bin dey carry her small pikin come?”

“Pikin…what Pikin?” Gbenga asked

“Oga na wetin na? we look like people you fit interrogate? You be police?”

“No no…I am not a policeman, so where can I find her?”

It was a miracle he saw her; he had already walked pass her but when he took a closer look, he realized she was the one seated inside an abandoned shed, with her legs folded to ger chest. The way he saw her, it was as if she was hiding.

“Amaka” he called her

She was startles, shaking her hands and mumbling words, she moved further inside, away from him

“Amaka…what is wrong with you?” he tried to touch her

“No…no stay away from me!” her body shook vehemently

Yet he gathered her in his arms, “Come let’s get you out of here” she followed him.

When she was secured in his car, she broke down and wailed even more than she did when her mother died.

The stranger saw her leave the hotel room, he waited for about few ours before he sneaked in to the hotel room, slipped his hand glove, went toward the window and retrieved the hidden camera.

He looked at the lifeless body in disgust “Old fool…I thought you have nine lives” he spat on the corpse and walked out, carefully closed the door.

The dead body would be found the next day, the newsmen would carry it, the Hotel and the police would go on a search for the Killer, the stranger had gotten his job done and it came with a souvenir.

He would look for the girl, but at the right time.

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Re: How Gbenga Found Love by Oremeyii(f): 1:05am On Feb 11
The straaa-anger!

Me I'm singing Stranger by Sigrid o *walks away*

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Re: How Gbenga Found Love by tijehi(f): 5:04am On Feb 11
Hot hot hot!!!!!

Too interesting. Thanks Rosy for the update.

Waiting impatiently for the next update.

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Re: How Gbenga Found Love by Ann2012(f): 6:29pm On Feb 11
Who is this stranger!!!
What will my Amaka do now

Thanks for the update

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Re: How Gbenga Found Love by PrudySara(f): 1:44pm On Feb 12
Who could this stranger be? Thanks for the update ma'am!

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Re: How Gbenga Found Love by Liposure(m): 8:40pm On Feb 13
welcome Rossie
hello gorgeous

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Re: How Gbenga Found Love by Rosemary33: 12:44am On Feb 14

“Where do you want to go to”

That was the first thing he had said to her since he picked her up that night. She had cried till there was no tear left and no voice to wail with. She had lay her head on the seat rest, backing him and had remained still that aside from the periodic rise and fall of her shoulder, he would have though that she had passed out.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Yet nothing from her, no sound, no gesture, no signal, only the rise and fall of her shoulder and the periodic sniffing. He gave her a side glance once in a while.

“Where is your place so I can take you there?”

She moved her hip, balancing her weight on the right hip; she crossed her legs exposing her peanut butter colored thighs. Gbenga caught the sight of the exposed skin and looked away as fast as he looked. He swallowed hard and asked;

“You need an extra cloth, should I stop by and get you one?” though he wondered where they could get an opened shop and buy some cloths at that time of the night. She said nothing. Her silence got him confused, his confusion gave way to frustration and anger. He quickly wheeled out of the road and pulled over.

“Can you at least tell me where your home is so I can drop you off or do we continue driving round GRA till dawn?” she said nothing and it drove him crazy

“for Christ sake where are you going? What happened to you over there? What is this about? Do you realize that if you don’t talk to me…I can’t help you” he screamed

“I kill a man!” she shocked him


“I didn’t mean to…” she turned and faced him “I was only trying to get away…he just…he just died”

“Amaka people don’t just die like that…”

“I didn’t kill him! I swear I didn’t” she searched his face to see if he believed her “I didn’t touch him”

He was so shocked that he couldn’t find the right words to say “How? What happened?”

“It was supposed to be business…a job…he wanted…I didn’t…” she wasn’t making sense “We fought and I tried to escape but I found him on the floor! I didn’t touch him”

“who is this man” he asked after some time

“I don’t know… I have not even seen him in my life before, he was one of these big men…everything happened so fast and…I left…I don’t know…”

He saw her shiver again “I need to get you home so you can have a bath and a warm cloth…”

She looked at him as if she was just seeing him “I can’t go home” there was fear in her big brown eyes “they must have found him…someone knew I was with him and…they will look for me in my house!”

Her body shook that he feared she would have a panic attack; he took hold of her by the shoulders “Amaka! Amaka breathe” he ordered and she did
“you have to calm down if we are going to find a way out of this situation”

“what am I going to do…where do I go?”

“Do you have a family…a friend or anyone?” he asked, his nails dug into her skin

“I don’t have anyone…no one in Port Harcourt, I have my grandfather in the village but…”

“Any friend?”

“If they don’t see me in my house they will search Rose’s place”

“Who is Rose?”

“She is the only friend I have, we…we are…we do the same thing”

Gbenga understood what she meant “Let me take you some where you can stay for the night…by tomorrow morning we will think of something” she nodded. He released her shoulder, covered her with her cloak and brought the car back to life.

They got to ‘Valleyview’ hotel that night “Stay here, I will be right back” he went in to the hotel and came out after a short while “Come” she was still apprehensive, she looked behind her every now and then. Amaka had her face shielded as she walked rapidly into the hotel room.

“I will go now to get a decent cloth for you, rest here this night, I believe you will think clearer by morning” his fingers covered the door handle as he was about to leave when she called him back

“you don’t have to come back” she said “you are not supposed to be seen with me in the first place…now I have added murder to my CV…you should stay far away from me” he said nothing, yet she continued “go back to your good life, go back to your church…” she said the word ‘church’ with disgust “entangling yourself with me will only dent your image, you shouldn’t have anything in common with my kind…”

“You need help and I am only trying to help you…” Gbenga said quietly

“I don’t need help from you Gbenga…please go and don’t come back”

With no other words to say, he left and closed the door behind him. he came back few hours later and handed the receptionist a new clean cloth “I don’t want to bother the lady, please deliver this to her” he had instructed before going back to his car.


“Tell his excellency that a message has arrived for him”

‘No one saw him when he slipped out of the Hotel and entered into the waiting tinted SUV and drove off. The job was to make sure Senator Ovunda didn’t live to attend the party primaries next month.

“Take that Bastard out of race or he will ruin your ambition” that was the only solution for Honorable Dickson to emerge winner as no other contender posed any threat to him.

Kedy was shown into the office and the door was closed behind the two men. “Honorable sir” he called out

The big man wheeled his chair around and faced his visitor “I couldn’t go home I have to be here waiting for good news from you”

“And I have the news you seek my honorable” Kedy grinned and handed the camera over to Dickson. He watched for a while and gave the camera back to Kedy

“What of the girl?”

“What about her sir?”

“Wont she be a problem for us? I though you would have taken care of her after this?”

“the girl is just a call girl who was unfortunate…I will take care of her all right, but everything will not happen the same time or there may be suspicion”

“That is true”

Kedy stepped out of the premises with smiles on his face, he had not stopped thinking about the girl from the hotel, the more he though of her the more he want to get hold of her…he imagined how it would feel to have her dance for him alone in a secret place, this time he would have a letch round her neck and watch her do as he would command.

‘I will have fun having my way with you little one, I will make you scream like you have not done in your life, you will beg me girl…I swear you will…”

he gave his groin a squeeze as he opened the car and had the driver drove him to his home where he would masturbate to the image of the girl with the red lingerie on the dance floor.


“Go back to your church and don’t come back”

She was sending him away again, wouldn’t it have been the best time to walk away? the lord knows he had done according to the scriptures. He shook his head and navigated towards his street.

Aside from the noise from their generator, everywhere was quiet. He tooted his horn and the gate opened few minutes later. His mother was outside waiting for him.

“Gbenga what is going on?” she followed him inside and they stopped at the sitting room

“Mum…what do you mean?” he took a half full glass of water “You drank this?” he asked and didn’t wait for an answer before he drained the remaining water

“Gbenga…I was told you left the church meeting before it ended and no one knew your way about”

“Mum I actually have to take care of something”

“something that is worth leaving a crucial meeting for? Something you can not tell your parents?” Gbenga didn’t say anything “Gbenga, are you in some sought of trouble?”

“Far from it mum, I am fine” he pulled his shoes and held then in his hands “A friend needed my help with something so…I had to go help out”

“Son please tell me if you are having issues, I can help out you know”

Gbenga wished he could talk to his mom about Amaka, how much he would like for them to make peace, how guilt that weighed him down, the thought of watching her in her misery knowing that he contributed to whatever that was happening to her.

“Mum, don’t worry. Everything is under control, I will let you know once I can no longer handle whatever” he took his mother’s hand “you have to go to bed now mum…come let me walk you to your room”

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Re: How Gbenga Found Love by tijehi(f): 4:56am On Feb 14
Thanks Rosy for the update.
Re: How Gbenga Found Love by aprilwise(m): 6:50am On Feb 14
Things is getting serious. Innocent amaka is in center of the problem. Thanks for the update
Re: How Gbenga Found Love by Rosemary33: 9:36pm On Feb 16

“You came back”

She was startled when the knock came and he walked in. He had caught her staring with her mouth opened and he gave her a smile while closing the door behind him. she pulled her eyes away immediately as he cleared his throat

“Good morning to you too” he said and pulled a chair “Here…I brought you these” he handed her a bag which he hesitated before taking it. She looked at him suspiciously and emptied the bag on the bed.

“I thought you would need these so…” he pointed at the things scattered on the bed “I brought them”

She went through the cloths and toiletries he brought. With her legs folded, she gave him a side glance as she opened another bag with under wears.

“I felt you need those so…” he looked away uncomfortably

“Have you eaten?” he ran his palms on his bared head “I brought food for you”

She didn’t know how hungry she was until she opened the food and the sweet aroma romanced her nose and made her stomach rumble. She took a bite from the meat and looked at him again before she dug into the food like one who has not seen food for days.

“Why did you come back” she said with her mouth full “I told you not to come back” she swallowed

“I am sorry but I want to help you”

“you cannot help me Gbenga, you have never helped me…all I have known since I know you is pain…”

“this time it is different, I want to right the wrong I have done to you”

She slammed her spoon in the half empty plate and splatter some grain of rice on the bed “I am not your responsibility now Gbenga, I was not your responsibility twelve years ago…I am not going to be your responsibility now” she abandoned the food and pushed the plate away “Thank you for last night, thank you for this…” she gestured “But I will not be at your mercy Gbenga”

Gbenga ran his hand on his head and exhaled heavily. He had a lot of things to say to her; lots of questions too, especially about the little boy he heard of the previous night. “Jesus help me” he muttered and turned towards the window.

A Cellar Spider dances on a feeble web which seemed to carry its weight perfectly. He had always loved insects while growing up, and would trap then inside jars and would watch them

first thing in the morning and last thing before going to bed. His parents dismissed his disturbing attachment as loneliness as he had no siblings. They had made him go out more, make friends with other kids, yet his fascination with insects was never washed away.

“this is not ordinary; we have to take him for deliverance” his mother had suggested to his father the day she pulled a jar filled with dead cockroaches and another jar with three centipedes.

Gbenga wondered why he didn’t end up as veterinarian or a surgeon, or even a biologist. “Law is a noble profession” his Mother had convinced him “Who cares about Biologists in Nigeria? You will end up being a school teacher”

Not that he regretted going for law, after all he was doing well for himself, working with a renowned law firm in Canada is a dream every young Nigerian prays for, though that may come to an end if by the end of his holiday, he was able to be convinced on walking with his father in the ministry.

“What now?” Gbenga asked Amaka

“What do you mean?” she asked, he eyes fall on his well shaved jaw. He had grown more handsome with age; strong jaw, and welled chiseled cheekbones. He used to be chubby, looking at him now, she wished she had…she shook the thought off her head

“where will you go from here?” he asked her

“back to my house…”

“I thought you said…”

“for all I know, nobody maybe after me…I was too scared last night” she uncoiled her legs and stood up and walked towards him, standing toe to toe, she was almost the same height with him “Why are you here Gbenga? Why did you come back?” she was a breath away from him, eye to eye, both search each other for answers “Why did you come looking for me…church boy” he spat out the ‘church boy’ with disdain “how come you suddenly show up and is pretending to care…you never did twelve years ago…”

“It is not a pretense Amaka, I really care, I want to help you”

She laughed so hard, a laughter fill with bitterness and scorn “your family has never cared for anyone except themselves, you know nothing about helping anyone Gbenga, you are not capable of doing that…”

“I agree I am not capable of helping but Jesus…”

Storms formed on her face as she pushed him hard on the chest “Do not preach to me about your Jesus! Don’t you ever! Where did you keep your Jesus when you and your family pushed us away that night? Did you leave your Jesus in the kitchen when I pleaded with you to admit what you did to me! You denied me and my pregnancy!” she hit him again and he had his back hit the wall “Where did your mother keep Jesus when he turned me back the day my mother wad dying?” her shoulder rocked in silence sob as all the anger and pains she bottled for years were released. She turned her back on him “I came crying to your parents…I came to your church” her voice was a loud whisper, it was as if she was talking to herself “they told me your church was no place for me…I pleaded for them to allow me see your mother…or your father” she wiped her nose with the back of her hands “you mother told then not to allow me in…I screamed for her to hear my voice yet she shut her ears…”

“I am so sorry Amaka…I wasn’t aware”

“Of course, you were not aware, you were far away…securing your future as mommy and daddy wanted” she said with scorn

“Maybe they didn’t know you came…or why you did” Gbenga tried to defend

“my mother died two days later in the house…I guess they didn’t even know that too” she challenged him “seven years after my mother died, no words from your church and your parents…” she threw her hands up and shrugged “Of course light has nothing to do with darkness…I am the daughter of jezebel”

He stood like a roasted lamb, his heart heavy; his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth, his legs so heavy to move as if he wore bags of sand as shoes

“Did they tell you what I do now?” she sniffed “Nude dancing…” he didn’t react “I shake my ass off for the world” she watched him…wanted him to react, she want him to blame her, to call her names, to walk away but he did nothing.

She pushed him again “I sleep with men when I have to! Doesn’t that bother you? Doesn’t it repulse you? Wouldn’t you walk away and go preach your Jesus somewhere else? I have a dead man on my head and you still stand there playing savior…walk away and don’t come back Gbenga”

“I don’t want to walk away Amaka…not anymore”

“What will you do church boy?”

“I don’t know…the holy spirit will help us figure this whole thing out”

She picked the bags he brought for her, carelessly pushed the cloths and toiletries inside “I don’t know what you are talking about and I don’t care” she turned to him “Thank you for all these…you probably think I wouldn’t take them” she gave a wicked smile “I am at your mercy, so I will take what is giving” she was ready to leave

He came close to her, offered his hand but she didn’t take it “Can I at least take you home please?”

She allowed him to walk out first, then she followed.

Kennedy was his name, Kedy was a name he took during his secondary school days. He has always known tough life, not that he was born into it, his father was once a manager with Savannah bank while his mother was a cloth merchant.

The mistake they made was sending him to school, he hated it every single time he had to seat and be forced to listen to things he couldn’t understand. His teachers made it a point of duty to mock him for his inability to comprehend

“Kennedy! Answer this…what do you understand by this…” they would point at him, made him to stand up and bend his head in shame with the deafening laughter of his class mates that made him want to disappear.

He took his empty plate to the kitchen and took a bottle of beer from his small fridge. “Mama…I wish you were here to see what I have achieved for myself” he took a gulp from the bottle and took the remaining back to the sitting room.

The first killing he made was an accident. He was in senior secondary, thanks to his wealthy parents that always pay for his promotions. And it was for her; the nude dancer. She was the new girl every boy wanted, very beautiful and intelligent. ‘The girl with the golden skin’ was what they called her.

She was the reason he endured the torture of school yet she had ignored him, she had always walked pass him with no smiles or waves. He had dreamt of her, wished she could look his way, but she had chosen the son of the principal over him.

The boy was found a week to their senior WAEC inside the school pool with a knife stuck on his temple.

It was many years ago, he left Port Harcourt after the incident. He picked his phone and dialed a number “I have a job for you Larry…yes…I will give you her picture…I want every detail by Friday…as usual…okay”

The phone went dead, he wiped the surface on his shirt and smiled

“After all these years…”
Re: How Gbenga Found Love by tijehi(f): 11:29pm On Feb 16
Who is this Kennedy again nauuu?

Amaka let Gbnga help you ooo...hmm

Well done Rosy.

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