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Re: The Last Bus by Ann2012(f): 4:35pm On May 25
Barman!!!!! One chilled bottle of Henessy needed here

Keep the updates coming Boss

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Re: The Last Bus by Tominix(m): 4:45pm On May 25
Do you have the complete one online

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Re: The Last Bus by JamesKudooski(m): 5:01pm On May 25
Ann2012:
Barman!!!!! One chilled bottle of Henessy needed here

Keep the updates coming Boss

Annnnnn, Kudooski dey here oooo. This one that you are ordering Henessy for yourself alone!

Deris God ooooo! wink wink
Re: The Last Bus by JamesKudooski(m): 5:05pm On May 25
Tominix:
Do you have the complete one online

Tominix,

You can get the complete book from any of the following:

episode to be released, get the book here:

1. OKADABOOKS: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/the_last_bus/33597

2. LITIRESO: https://litireso.com/library/B-530ykalgylh2

3. SMASHWORDS: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1024020

4. BAMBOOKS: Coming soon.

Thanks.
Re: The Last Bus by genius43(m): 5:43pm On May 25
JamesKudooski:


Wooooooow!!!! Thanks, bro.

I can assure you that you will enjoy every page of it.

Enjoy.

I sure would.

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Re: The Last Bus by Ann2012(f): 8:32pm On May 25
JamesKudooski:


Annnnnn, Kudooski dey here oooo. This one that you are ordering Henessy for yourself alone!

Deris God ooooo! wink wink

Barman go bring two cups na grin

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Re: The Last Bus by EkopSparoAyara(m): 11:22pm On May 25
The ride had just begun and it started with brutality, fortunately no fatality was recorded at the beginning but I fear for the end..

Akin, your bravery is about to undergo a huge test, the question on my mind and I guess everyone reading your story would be;can you surpass it??

Indeed, the end shall justify the means.

It appears like it's going to be a bumby but worthy ride..


BRAVO JAMES-KUDOOSKI..

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Re: The Last Bus by Kaycee9242(m): 5:59am On May 26
nice one James Kudoski, i have no doubts dis story is to be hot. kudos to u

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Re: The Last Bus by skubido(m): 12:48pm On May 26
Thanks boss


Dey ur back

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Re: The Last Bus by JamesKudooski(m): 8:02pm On May 26
genius43:


I sure would.


Please, remember to drop your comment on okadabooks when you finish reading it.

Thanks, bro.

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Re: The Last Bus by JamesKudooski(m): 8:03pm On May 26
Ann2012:


Barman go bring two cups na grin


Hmmmmmm... Your head is there!

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Re: The Last Bus by JamesKudooski(m): 8:04pm On May 26
EkopSparoAyara:
The ride had just begun and it started with brutality, fortunately no fatality was recorded at the beginning but I fear for the end..

Akin, your bravery is about to undergo a huge test, the question on my mind and I guess everyone reading your story would be;can you surpass it??

Indeed, the end shall justify the means.

It appears like it's going to be a bumby but worthy ride..


BRAVO JAMES-KUDOOSKI..

Love this commentary!!!! cheesy

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Re: The Last Bus by JamesKudooski(m): 8:05pm On May 26
Kaycee9242:
nice one James Kudoski, i have no doubts dis story is to be hot. kudos to u


Thanks for the confidence, Kaycee.
Re: The Last Bus by JamesKudooski(m): 8:06pm On May 26
skubido:
Thanks boss


Dey ur back


Skuuuuuuuubidooo, I dey gbadun you no be lie.
Re: The Last Bus by JamesKudooski(m): 8:08pm On May 26
Are you ready?

Re: The Last Bus by JamesKudooski(m): 8:27pm On May 26
Chapter Two
The Last Bus
(Episode 3)



At about quarter past eight, I dashed into Jibowu Park, all drenched in sweat and my rucksack flung over my shoulder like a refugee. My heartbeat spun out of control when I heard a young lady telling someone on the phone that the last bus to Port Harcourt was almost full. I raised my head towards the ticket office and saw thongs of people rushing there. My temperature spiked. I ran as fast as I could to the ticket office, and fortunately, I got one of the last three tickets. I sang Halleluyah in my heart.

I got inside the bus and settled for one of the empty seats, sitting by the window. No sooner than I settled down, I started hearing a noise outside. I turned to the window to see what was happening. A fat woman was quarrelling with a younger lady. It was funny how the fat woman struggled to keep her black beret in place with one hand while holding a small boy with the other during the heated exchange of words. With her free-flowing red striped-shirt and full-length black skirt, I had no doubt that she must be one of those Mothers-in-the-Lord heading for a crusade. She wore no earrings and no makeup.

From what I gathered from the heated exchange, it seemed Mother-in-the-Lord had cheated the young lady out of the last ticket. The lady was in tears and calling her all sorts of names to which Mother-in-the-Lord responded by calling on the host of heaven to come down and cast out the demon that had possessed the lady. People soon waded in, and the young lady sorrowfully left the park while Mother-in-the-Lord headed towards the bus.

She soon boarded the bus and set her eyes on the empty seat beside me. I said a quick prayer and grumbled in my head, ‘Abeg make this woman no come sit for person side before she go suffocate person for this chair.’ As if she could hear my thought and wanted to punish me for it, she headed straight for the seat.

Then she suddenly stopped and took a look at the empty seat in front of mine. Her gaze oscillated between both places for a moment as if she was reciting eeny, meeny, miny, moe in her head. The little boy watched on, waiting for his mother to make her choice. I continued praying in my mind that the lot fell on the seat in front. Eventually, her gaze dropped on the one beside me. I resigned to my fate immediately. Then her brow furrowed. She looked at the seat again and then me. She scrutinised me from head to toe. Her penetrating look almost bore holes into my skin. “Hian!” disgustedly, she uttered as she made a quick switch as if afraid I was going to infect her with poverty. She must have seen my shoes. Anyway, I heaved a sigh of relief when she eventually settled into the seat in front, carrying the boy on her laps.

I ignored the woman and her attitude and dug my hand into my bag to bring out my pen. The pen fell and rolled under the chair. I bent down to pick it up and felt some movements close by. My nose picked up the scent of lovely perfume. It smelled familiar. I raised my head and, lo and behold, towering above me was Tesko trying to settle into the seat next to me. She was surprised to see me, but the surprise quickly melted into her signature, entrancing smile. I remained glued to a spot, looking at her as though I just saw an oyinbo with tribal marks.

What a transformation! Adorned in a floral crop top worn over a black vest that covered her navel, she looked more angelic than a nerd. Her slim jeans, reaching slightly above her ankle with its hem turned up, added elegance to her physique. And against the backdrop of her smooth fair skin, her luxuriant, richly-oiled, dark hair was well-styled and amplified her ethereal beauty. Staring into her grey eyes was like staring at a hypnosis pendulum. Ironically, I now looked more of a tesko than she did.

“You again?” She broke me out of my mesmeric state.

“Oh, Tesko!” I said before realising it.

Tesko, a dork?” She drawled with a frown. “Is that what you call me?”

“Erm ...” I stuttered, scratching my head. “No! I meant your beauty made me a tesko.” I lied.

Fortunately, she fell for it. She smiled once more, revealing those large incisors. “I am Fiona,” she said, stretching her hand for a handshake.

“Wow, what a beautiful name,” I shook her hand. “I've only heard that name once—in Shrek.”

“Shrek? You watch cartoons?” She took her seat next to me.

That was how the conversation started. Before long, we became so engrossed in our little world that all the chattering and noise in the bus soon faded into oblivion. Not even the humming of the engine or the whooshing sound as the bus sliced through the air could distract us except seldom interruptions from the loquacious Mother-in-the-Lord who spoke out of point each time. There was an instant connection between us that I found hard to explain. You know that feeling you get when you eventually meet that one person your soul had yearned for many years? Well, maybe my joblessness was playing tricks on me. I never could tell.

For hours we communicated freely amidst smiles and laughter. I learnt that Fiona was travelling for the compulsory one-year National Youth Service Corps (NYSC) programme. It was her first time on a night journey too, but unlike me, she seemed rather thrilled by it.

At about 1 a.m, we had gone past Ore. By this time, the majority of the passengers had slept off. Even Fiona had started dozing off, nestling her head on my shoulder. I could feel the tenderness of her cheek, and as the breeze blew her luxuriant hair against my face, I savoured the richness and aroma of this crown of beauty. I closed my eyes, drew in a deep breath, and released it gradually through my mouth. I felt an urge to stroke the hair.

Suddenly, I looked up and saw a burning fire dancing in the middle of the road ahead of us. We had already passed a couple of checkpoints, but something was not right about this one. I sat up from my slouched position, taking care not to wake Fiona up, and steadied my gaze on the scene ahead. My muscles began to stiffen, and my nose started twitching uncontrollably. I usually felt this strange whenever danger was lurking around somewhere. I knew there was trouble.



To be continued ... Watch Out for the Next Episode!

NB: The book is NOW AVAILABLE on online stores. For those who don't want to wait for each episode to be released, get the book here:


1. OKADABOOKS: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/the_last_bus/33597

2. LITIRESO: https://litireso.com/library/B-530ykalgylh2

3. SMASHWORDS: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1024020

4. BAMBOOKS: Coming soon.



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Re: The Last Bus by JamesKudooski(m): 8:35pm On May 26
Chapter Two
The Last Bus
(Episode 4)



The driver must have sensed it too, but it was too late for him retract.

“Chidi, robbers!!!” He alerted the security man attached to the bus and pumped some power onto the throttle. He headed for the barricade.

“To the ground, everybody!” Chidi screamed as he sprung to action immediately. He cocked his rifle and ran to a vantage point, ready for what laid ahead. The bus turned into a house of commotion instantly as people scampered to lie on the floor. Some even tried squeezing themselves under the seats. There was no sort of prayers I didn't hear on that day; everyone suddenly remembered his or her God. Mother-in-the-Lord's ‘Blood of Jesus!’ was the loudest. The little boy clung to her the same way Fiona stuck to me.

The bus raced towards the barricade the same way our hearts ran towards our mouths. The bus flung us against each other as it rammed into the barrier and swung left and right as the driver swayed in a bid to dodge the obstacles on the road. The robbers cleared off the road but not before the driver knocked down one or two of them.

They got back to their feet and opened fire on the bus. More of them ran out of the bush and lent their ammunitions to the assault. Bullets rained into the bus from all directions, bringing down shards of shattered windows on our heads like raindrops. The pandemonium intensified in the vehicle. The security man wasted no time in returning the favour. He screamed as the shells from his bullets dropped to the ground with his muscles twitching in rhythm with the vibrating gun. More clanging sound rented the air as the bullets pierced through the bus, which was only diluted by the soft sound of bullets sinking into the cushion of the seats.

I didn't know how many of the robbers Chidi took down or if he got any of them at all, but one thing I knew was that Chidi got a bullet to his forehead. Blood spattered into the air and poured down on our heads in a shower of blood rain. He yelled as he fell backwards into the bus. It was as if it happened in slow motion. In my head, I heard no other sound except the ticking sound of my wristwatch and the loud thud of his body when it eventually hit the ground. My eyes bulged out as I watched him fall. GBUM! GBUM!! I heard my heartbeat loud and clear. Fiona must have heard it too.

People screamed some more. Many intensified their prayers. “Holy Mary, Mother of God!”, “Blood of Jesus!”, “Chineke!”, “God of Elijah! ”, “Awusubilahi!” were some of the frantic cries I could pick up in the chaos. Some could not even speak audibly. Instead, their mouths were only dancing, and their heads were nodding endlessly. At a point, I almost thought I was in a white garment church.

Grown-up men—husbands and fathers—cried like babies. Some needed to have seen how ugly they looked when they cried. The most touching of all was the little boy. He kept calling “mummy, mummy” as he wailed. His entire body trembled as he clutched to his mother. I felt a hole in my heart. The only sounds that could match the cacophony in the bus were those of screeching tyres and raging gunshots outside. Strangely, I felt more concerned about Fiona's safety than mine. I wondered how she would survive this mayhem.

In all of this, the driver didn't lose focus. He did not slow down a bit. He docked a few times as bullets shattered the windscreen. Suddenly, he swerved into the bush on the right, flinging us to the left. My head collided with Biggie's. Biggie was a huge guy that had kept to himself on the trip so far. Thank God his head was not as big as Lasisi's. My head wouldn't have remained the same. The bus bounced up and down the undulating path as the driver sped parallel to the main road. Tree branches and shrubs scratched and lashed at the bus mercilessly. Sleeping birds were thrown into confusion. I saw what the driver was trying to do. He wanted to lose the robbers and hit back the road some kilometres at the front. For a time, we thought we had lost the robbers.

However, the robbers prepared well for such display of heroism. They had strategically positioned themselves. What our driver didn't know was that there was another band patiently waiting for us in front.

After a few kilometres, the bus bumped back into the road only for us to be welcomed into the embrace of raging gunshots. A bullet found its way into the driver's shoulder. He screamed in pain and lost control of the wheel for a moment. Unending sounds of metal piercing metal and shattering glass kept our hearts in our mouths. Then we heard the sound of water bursting out of a container shortly followed by that of whooshing air. The bullets must have hit the radiator and the tyres. The bus sputtered a few times and stopped.

The driver raised his hands in surrender. Sweats trickled down his temple. The pain from the gun wound burned in his eyes, yet he gave no evidence of cowardice. Blood streamed down his arm and chest, gradually soaking up his yellow shirt. A strange calmness suddenly swept through the bus—not as a result of peace but fear. We started sitting up one after the other. Fiona still clutched to me. The small boy had stopped wailing and looked on with big innocent eyes. He sniffed at intervals, trying to pull back phlegm into his nose while his mother shielded him like a mother hen hid its chicks under its wings. The look of resignation was plain on everyone's face. The only sound audible now aside the ticking of my wristwatch was our heartbeats.

The robbers walked towards the bus.


To be continued ... Watch Out for the Next Episode!

NB: The book is NOW AVAILABLE on online stores. For those who don't want to wait for each episode to be released, get the book here:

1. OKADABOOKS: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/the_last_bus/33597

2. LITIRESO: https://litireso.com/library/B-530ykalgylh2

3. SMASHWORDS: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1024020

4. BAMBOOKS: Coming soon.



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Re: The Last Bus by Ann2012(f): 8:36pm On May 26
Fire dancing....trouble looming

Thanks for the update boss
Re: The Last Bus by JamesKudooski(m): 8:43pm On May 26
Chapter Two
The Last Bus
(Episode 5)



The leader towered above everyone else and wore an army green beret, holding up his automatic Ak-47 rifle with one hand. A chain of bullets hung over his shoulder like Rambo and sweat glistened on his bare chiselled body in the flickering light as he approached. He donned a pair of military camouflage combat trousers and black boots. His heavily bearded square face bore the expression of someone ready to take lives for the trouble he went through.

Two gang members ran ahead of him and entered into the bus forcing everyone out. One of them grabbed a fistful of the driver's shirt and dragged him off the bus. Biggie wouldn't get down without a fight. He threw a powerful punch at the other robber. The blow sent the robber reeling back and crashing into one of the seats. He rushed at Biggie, but he parried his attack and sent another one to his chin. He staggered backwards the second time. On gaining his footing, he cocked his gun and aimed at Biggie. Biggie quickly surrendered. The angered robber thought for a while and lowered his rifle. There was a more fun way of ending his life than shooting him in the bus where nobody would see him beg he must have thought.

In no time, they lined all of us up in the middle of the road. With our hands behind our backs, we dared not look at their faces. But I was able to steal a look. There were about ten of them heavily armed. Thank God, the full moon that aided visibility. They dragged the driver and knelt him down before their don. The don swung his rifle across his back and brought out a pistol from the holster on his waist. He raised the driver's chin with the gun.

“Na you dey form James Bond abi? Van Damme!” He said in a guttural voice. “Maggot!” he blared.

He circled the driver mockingly then stopped to face us. He yelled, “See ooo, nah una driver wan put una for trouble ooo.” He walked back to the driver, who was still bleeding. “The maggot killed three of my boys! The f*cking maggot killed three of my boys! Maggot!”

He cocked the pistol and shot him point-blank on his skull. The poor man dropped to the ground with a loud thud. Everyone screamed.

“Shut up! Maggots! I said shut up!!” he roared and silence fell over the place pronto. Everyone could only whimper.

I fixed my eyes on the driver's lifeless body lying on the ground. He showed no sign of fear. He died like a man, and I was proud of him. My hand found Fiona's and I was surprised she wasn't trembling. I stole a sidelong view at Biggie, and I saw him clenching his fists. ‘Take it easy, bro. Don't do something stupid.’ I whispered in my head.

The bearded devil decided to address his captives again, “See, me I no bi bad person ooo. Na una f*cking James Bond driver cause am.” He fired two shots into the air. We all trembled. He matched up to us and examined us one after the other. He spent more time with the ladies, raising their chins and tilting their heads right and left. When he got to Fiona, my blood boiled as he mishandled her. “This one fine o,” he licked his tongue. “This one go sweet for middle well well.” He sniggered, ogling at her breasts.

I felt like plucking the bastard's eyes out. He started pulling her to himself. Fiona clung to me, her eyes imploring me to save her, but the bastard yanked her from me. I felt a strong urge to protect her. Then in our presence, the don started stripping her of her clothes. I couldn't take it anymore. I charged forward and landed an overhead punch on the bastard's jaw. He staggered backwards, and his beret fell off. He picked up and dusted his beret, and surprisingly, he began laughing. “I no know say my queen get lover boy for here.”

With that, two of his minions came for me, but they didn't know that Ọmọ Akin ni mi. I'm the son of the brave. I steadied myself and waited for them. As they approached, I sent a kick to the groin of the first one. He yelped and doubled over. I topped it up with an uppercut. Immediately, another one took his place, and before I knew what was happening, they had overpowered me and bundled me forward. They forced me to my knees in front of the bastard.

“Hahaha,” he laughed again. “See ooo, lover boy wan turn Jesus Christ.” He licked his pistol. Then I saw his eye protruding and the veins on his neck becoming engorged. He yelled, “Maggot!”

He pressed the muzzle of the pistol against my cheek. It felt cold. The shiver travelled down my body with unprecedented speed. I peed on myself right away. Don't laugh at me. Remember: when a child encounters fear, he will tremble. To further humiliate me, the don made known his intention. He would make out with Fiona right before my eyes. He started unbuckling his belt. I almost cried.

Biggie yelled at the don, and without warning, the don replied with his pistol right away. Biggie screamed, swirled around, and dropped to the ground like a felled tree. My teeth began to knock against each other.

“Guys, let the party begin,” the don announced, looking at the smoking pistol in his hand as if it just fired itself.

His minions cheered and began carrying each one a lady into the bush. I shut my eyes so hard that I feared I might squeeze the juice out. I couldn't just imagine what would happen to Fiona and those innocent girls. Even if I had regained my courage, there was little I could do. I had two rifles on my temples. The don shoved Fiona to the ground and began to pull down his trousers.



To be continued ... Watch Out for the Next Episode!

NB: The book is NOW AVAILABLE on online stores. For those who don't want to wait for each episode to be released, get the book here:


1. OKADABOOKS: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/the_last_bus/33597

2. LITIRESO: https://litireso.com/library/B-530ykalgylh2

3. SMASHWORDS: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1024020

4. BAMBOOKS: Coming soon.



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Re: The Last Bus by jesvic91(m): 9:21pm On May 26
Nice update

Reading with my popcorn!

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Re: The Last Bus by damselposh(f): 2:36am On May 27
Ride on boss

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Re: The Last Bus by EkopSparoAyara(m): 8:58am On May 27
Another one..

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Re: The Last Bus by EkopSparoAyara(m): 9:00am On May 27
It just got hotter.. The number of casualties are rolling out..
These robbers should have just collected the money and left the ladies alone.. Such a pity..

Akin, don't do anything stupid that could cost your life like that of Biggie.. Live to fight another day..


BRAVO JAMES-KUDOOSKI

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Re: The Last Bus by becca2017(f): 9:59am On May 27
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It's good to be back mehn!!!! Ride on sire�

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Re: The Last Bus by Kaycee9242(m): 12:51pm On May 27
chai these robbers are very heartless i swear. well done op u are good

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Re: The Last Bus by PrudySara(f): 3:57pm On May 27
Akin had better take things easy, so he wouldn't end up like Biggie. I fear for them, cos of the trouble that's looming...
Bring it on sir! Lemme get enough popcorn and groundnuts!

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Re: The Last Bus by PraiseHim4ever: 5:00pm On May 27
Reminds me of an high robber that met his younger sister in the bus his gang wanted to rob. He had no option than to kill her. He's still in prison as i type this.

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Re: The Last Bus by Tonyspecial(m): 5:41pm On May 27
Nice one Dude

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Re: The Last Bus by Kaycee9242(m): 6:00pm On May 27
PraiseHim4ever:
Reminds me of an high robber that met his younger sister in the bus his gang wanted to rob. He had no option than to kill her. He's still in prison as i type this.

what a terrible thing, dts y its good to always look down whenever robbery is ongoing coz once Dy recognize u dts d end

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Re: The Last Bus by EkopSparoAyara(m): 7:59pm On May 27
PraiseHim4ever:
Reminds me of an high robber that met his younger sister in the bus his gang wanted to rob. He had no option than to kill her. He's still in prison as i type this.

That was really disastrous..

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Re: The Last Bus by Lilly4endu(f): 3:45pm On May 28
Akin, don't allow your fight to be over. Tread with caution.

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Re: The Last Bus by JamesKudooski(m): 6:20pm On May 30
jesvic91:
Nice update

Reading with my popcorn!

Thanks, Jesvic

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