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Flakky! Op u are fyn
why have you abandoned your thread.
Still checking on you.

Plagiarism!
E tire me o
plz dnt be discouraged

You deserve a page in one of our dailies.kudos!

Quick recovery bro!

Keep dropping

Father God in heaven ,i pray against all d spirit dt is playing card with Banji's life

Waiting!!!!!!!!!

[quote author=Flakkydagirl]Oh,thank you so much,i'ld adjust to that soon,




I wanted to tell you,but i couldn't find you

lolz.
Following....

Flakkydagirl: Make sure you read my story on Literature sec. Titled:My Husband......

i jus commented abt it.
Kip dropping ma

KingzPen: I don dey tipsy since yesterday... Make una no vex...

EPISODE 51 DROPPING 7:30 P.M.


Please if you dey drink, drink responsibly Oooo...

hahaha, easy o bro.
I blv u didnt slip in d gutter

waiting

Flakkydagirl: Happy sunday too

i sent you a PM bt no reply

Flakkydagirl: This story is opened to constructive criticism,opinions,objections,questions and suggestion......
Am waiting,for your comments...

resist from spending so much time in describing...you spent so much time describing how beautiful jane is in one of the paragraphs,it cld make d story boring(my opinion).
Good for a start.


Though u didnt tell me abt dis

Flakkydagirl: Sowie o,hope u're feeling better now.......

tnx,m getting berra.
Hapi sunday.

Bro , u must finish up d oda story b4 starting dis o.
Weldone

Flakkydagirl: Kingzpen,wats the meaning of this now?
Enhen,answer me,u'll update 5lines and then run away,u had better take your time o......
Meanwhile,where are u keeping Adusco?

im here swithrt moi, i had eye test so had to run away frm night reading and rest my eyes.av missed you so much o

funmisanni: I can't wait 2 see it. Does it mean my life on campus is coming 2 an end soon?

ha! Its nt ur life o

Flakky dearie gud nite.
2mao is anoda day.......

KingzPen: Hmmmmmmmmmm... Well said Sir and I will try to ammend... My update turned down a lil because I just don't wanna drop crap... I scrutinize my work well before dropping it which I swear is tasking... I read from my brain, picture scenes before writing and editing it... Coupled with some unforseen circumstances... I tender my apologies to every reader who feels same with Obami...

bro some of us are ok,talkin abt consistency,its 100%.its nt easyafterall u re nt bn paid for dis.
Gud job bro

Flakkydagirl: /holding my head and coughin seriously/
Somebody pls help me o....

Rushes to d refrigerator for ice block and cough syrup.
Sowie my dear.

[quote author=KingzPen]EPISODE 43


Oh my my, I displayed my fearful nature when I saw Mr Obedience, gun. I laid parallel to the floor almost immediately as the armed guy roared. I was shaking seriously like an epileptic patient, knowing fully well that these guys were not familiar as to Bayo who would hesitate to pull the trigger at me. I couldn't laugh when my wondering eyes came across the bank security man, who laid some distance away from me without his uniform. He had quickly undressed, leaving just his singlet on him. I noticed him with his boot.

“No jokes! Try us we kill you, cooperate, we spare you.” One of the armed guys advised.

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want, I prayed silently in my heart; what a miracle the armed men did to a prayer-less christian like me. It was a bloody day I would never pray to experience again. It all seemed like a dream, I tried to wake up but I couldn't, I was stuck to face the reality of it.

‘You are my African queen. The girl of my...’ A customer’s phone rang out. POW! The armed guy shot the ill-fated customer without hesitating. My fear popped out of my mouth, I slightly vomited on the floor. The ladies screamed out loud with their microscopic voices when that customer was shot and they were immediately silenced by another gunshot in the air. I felt for the deceased man. His wife, girlfriend or a lover might have called him, leading to his death, I painfully thought.

I swear, my ghost would chase Kofo all around if I happened to die today, I naively assured myself.

“Your phone rings, you pick it up in hell!” The gunman roared. “No Pity!”

Then I knew my remaining days on earth were uncertain, ticking and strolling away like water from a leaked reservoir. We were all terrorized by four gunmen, two of which mounted the main banking hall and the remaining two, attacked the strongroom. I peeped at the two gunmen, who scanned all around for fishy moves, I confirmed if they were focusing at my position. They weren't. I quickly dipped my hand in my pocket, brought out my phone, then long pressed the red button. God I commit my life into your hands, I hastily prayed in my heart as my phone rang out loud, giving a switching off tone; if I was dead, I would blame it on Nokia.

“Whose phone is that?!” One of the armed guys angrily asked. “Ehn? Who get that phone wey make noise now now?”

I was twitching with my heart almost popping out. My heart was racing as fast as a BMW on an express road.

“Una no wan talk?” The other gunman added.

I was about owning up, when an aged man stood up to my rescue.

“Baba! So na you dey try us.” A gunman roared, approaching the old man.

The old man would be in his late sixties but I could guess sixty three would be his appropriate age. He was dressed in a big heavy cloth called ‘agbada’, a cloth mostly worn by the rich Yorubas and Hausas, so I could easily depict his tribe from his dressing to be from either tribes.

“Something dey tell me sey no be your phone make that sound.” The other armed guy said.

“It is Sir.” The old man slowly replied.

“Ok o. Show me the phone.” The armed guy demanded.

The old man reached for a phone in his pocket and gave it to him. The armed guy laughed out loud and said, “Baba, shey I get tribal mark like you?”

I looked keenly at the old man’s cheek but I didn't see any mark, the old man shifted his head a little and I got a glimpse of where the mark was situated. The mark was craftily designed around his nose and his mouth; the mark looked like a cut from a sword fight, which gave me a perfect knowledge of his tribe, Hausa.

“This is Sony Ericsson na.” The armed guy said, scanning around the phone. “Na Nokia sound I hear.”

I began to vibrate again, realizing that the old man couldn't help. The old man reached for his pocket again and brought out another phone. Thank goodness, it was a Nokia phone. The old man stretched it to the armed guy.

“So Baba, you’re the one truly.” The armed guy attested, then pressed the phone. “Baba, I swear I go shoot you! You just dey lie for us. This phone dey on na and the sound we heard, signals that the phone should be off by now.”

“I am sorry Sir.” The old man said, reaching for another phone in his pocket.

I cared less about the number of phones present in his pocket, my sole prayer was freedom from the mess I threw the poor old man into.

The old man handed the third phone to the armed guy. The gunman flipped around the phone, pressed the buttons to ensure it was switched off, then he paused for some seconds. POW! He shot the old man.

“Bastard! Playing pranks with me.” The gunman yelled at the dead body of the old man. “Two down. Who’s next?!”

I guessed that question wasn't for me because I was covered with the guilt of sending an innocent soul to a land of no return. I shrugged off that guilty feeling and assured myself that it was a survival of the wisest.

I guess it was Kofo..

Flakkydagirl: Need i remind you that the CSO is my right hand man.....
Anything else?

ur helper or wot....
Am watching you o.

Flakkydagirl: You want me to break your head abi

leave dt one jor u no fit jawe
dnt forgt our last discussion
tell no one