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 Literature / Re: Nairaland Detection Club 2 - 2014. For Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014. by AudreyTimms(f): 9:09am On Dec 04, 2014 |
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| Literature / Re: Nairaland Detection Club 2 - 2014. For Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014. by AudreyTimms(f): 9:07am On Dec 04, 2014 |
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| Literature / Re: Nairaland Detection Club 2 - 2014. For Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014. by AudreyTimms(f): 8:59am On Dec 04, 2014 |
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| Literature / Re: Unfulfilled Promises By Audrey Timms by AudreyTimms(f): 8:49am On Dec 04, 2014 |
AudreyTimms:For those who are asking for the completion of the story |
| Literature / Re: Unfulfilled Promises By Audrey Timms by AudreyTimms(f): 8:47am On Dec 04, 2014 |
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| Literature / Re: Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014 by AudreyTimms(f): 11:41am On Dec 03, 2014 |
**** With dark eyes, the six feet three, dark and handsome muscular guy surveyed his companion and wondered what was wrong with her. Her brown eyes were lowered but he knew tears glazed them. She'd woken up all dark and broody much to his consternation. All atempts to get her out of her reverie had failed. He was at his wits end at what to do. Was she regretting their time in bed together? Had she started doubting his innocence again? Or was she as frustrated as he was sitting all day waiting for Christopher to call with only a few cash left in between them? They couldn't use her credit and debit cards for fear of being caught. He was prepared to go out to do menial jobs but he was scared for her safety. Their only option was using her credit card when things got pretty bad and moving quickly again, probably to another town. Going back to Lake City was out of it. Zainab couldn't even go back to her job. Her colleagues had informed her that some rough looking men had been there looking for her. On the way to the bed where she was seated, he paused in mid-stride when she raised eyes filled with so much sorrow and pain, words caught in his throat. They were like that for a while in the staring match. "Zai..." The young man cleared his throat. "Zainab, what's the problem? You've been moody all day." She lowered her eyes and sighed. The sound cut deeply into him. "Today is..." A sob clogged her vocal cords. Rimi wasted no time in taking rapid steps to sit beside her. He held her soft and delicate hand in his coarse hands. He gazed at the difference between the two parts of their bodies and grimaced. His could be used for grinding pepper and was a challenge for the best manicurist in the world but hers were so soft, they could be mistaken for a baby's. He shook his head from his errant thoughts. He lifted his head and saw tears make an indefinite pathway down her lovely face. Rimi wanted to use his hands to wipe away the tears but felt the roughness would injure her soft facial skin. "Easy. What is it?" he finally said. "Today is...was...is daddy's birthday." she blurted out. She curved her arms round her churning stomach and involuntarily rocked back and forth on the edge of the bed as memories of her dear dad flooded her brain over and over again. Rimi closed his eyes for some seconds. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." "I miss him. I miss him so much. He was my bestfriend, my one and only." she wept pitifully. He put an arm around her. "It's alright." She placed her head on his shoulder and sniffed. "You and I aren't so different, you know. I mean the stories of our childhood are similar. Do you know I've eaten from a dumpster before?" His eyes widened. She nodded and sniffed. "We didn't use to be rich. Daddy lost his job when I was five years old and he couldnt get another one. My mum...she...she died of malaria. The normal malaria that people take for granted killed my mother because we couldn't afford the drugs for her treatment. It was hell for daddy and I. We'd go days without food. Daddy did odd jobs to put food on the table but it was never enough after paying the house rent and utility bills and stuff. He didn't go to school so he couldn't get a good paying job. Imagine, poor people called us poor." she laughed without mirth. "Garri was my bestfriend. When we had little of it left, we'd add like a bucket-full of water and wait for it to rise in order for it to satisfy us. I used to count the minutes as they ticked by in anticipation and it wasn't as if the meal was accompanied with sugar or groundnut or anything but eating it with daddy always made it seem as if it was the most delicious meal in the world." She paused and wiped her nose with her pink and blue patterned handkerchief. "When daddy fell sick, I was left with no choice other than going to rich men's estate to search for food in their dumpsters. You'd be amazed to see what they threw out when we were starving. Daddy wanted to commit suicide but for me, he didn't want to leave me alone in this cruel world. He would look into my eyes with pain and tell me that it would be over soon and we'd get rich soon. I used to call them super stories then, told to make us feel better but little did I know it would turn out true." "How?" Rimi asked. "One day, he met an old school body of his who introduced him into the jewelry business and things turned around from there. It was nursing dad back to health that made me decide to become a nurse. Daddy gave me this when I became a nurse." She held out the necklace with a star- shaped gold pendant which she always had on for him to see. "He said I was his star because I brightened up his life." The last words were muffled in a sob. Rimi tightened his hold on her. He swore there and then to get her father's killer even if he used the last drop in his body in acheiving the feat. If Uche and Tonia had a hand in it, they'd pay as well. His lips tightened into a thin line in his resolve while his brain told him to slow down on his emotions. He fought to get a grip on his wildly flailing emotions. He knew his feelings for her increased by the day but logic told him he was probably feeling this way because she was the first lady he'd laid in two years and what a good lay she was! When she lifted her tear-stained, heart-shaped face to look into his darkly intense eyes, at that precise moment, Rimi knew he was in love with her! **** Officer Caleb drove down Cashmere street in search of the house that had been faxed to him by an unknown person with two names. If he hadn't been a cop, he would have thought it a set up and would have declined going but the person had thrown in the name of a criminal who had been eluding him for years. He was like a dog after a scent. He needed desperately to bring that person to justice and also for his peace of mind both at home and in the office. His boss was already on his behind to bring in his report on the released convict and his cohorts. If the raging bull of a man knew he was here, he'd have his head on a platter of gold but Officer Caleb just couldn't let this go. He finally located the cream colored majestic house with a crimson red roof and pulled his battered grey Toyota to a stop. His mobile phone rang and he discovered from the screen that it was Evelyn, his wife from hell. He ignored it because he wanted to go in there with his senses intact and not beclouded by anger. Evelyn would put a blight on his peace of mind if he answered her call. The policeman opened his glove compartment. He pulled out his service pistol, put it in his empty holster and alighted from the car, taking along with him the fax message. He felt better. Now he had two guns to deal with the mysterious fax message sender. He knew they'd ask him to surrender his service pistol if they were smart, though he'd put up a fight to keep it. They'd however not know about his small revolver in one of his boots and the pen knife in the other. He put on his leather jacket and black shades and matched to the black gate that towered high in the sky. Officer Caleb was a dedicated, tenacious, overworked policeman with an outstanding record for clearing his cases except for two cases that had eluded him over the years and denied him his promotion and a better pay. He was six feet three with broad, muscular shoulders and long, lean legs. He had the lethal, inborn grace of a wild animal and the intimidating and instinctive authority of a man born to command. He wasn't intimidated by anybody. He'd hadn't gotten to where he was today based on fear; his three gold molars and various gun-shot and knife scars all over his body attested to that fact. Solving a case was like taking a stroll in the park for him. He lived for the thrill, the danger and chase of a criminal. His brisk knock on the gate got it opened to reveal a mean-looking guy holding an Ak47. "I'm here to see your boss, Don Kamir." Officer Caleb informed him in a no-nonsense tone after handing him the fax message. "And you are?" Mr. Mean-looking asked him. "Officer Caleb." The hunk of a guy sized him up and Officer Caleb returned the action. He noticed four guys moving towards them from the porch of the magnificent house. They were all mean-looking too with thick arms and huge chests and for a moment, Officer Caleb wondered if he was in the wrong place, probably a gym considering the sizes of the guys approaching them. Their various weapons however disabused him of that thought. "He wants to see Don Kamir." Mean-looking dude Number One told them when they surrounded him. Officer Caleb wasn't intimidated one bit. He knew there was a special reason for him being here. His sixth sense told him he wasn't going to be killed even though it was quite unnerving being surrounded by macho guys with weapons. "Lose the holster." Mean- Looking dude Number Two commanded him. The police officer wondered if the dark shades on the guy had x-ray vision. He shrugged, removed his jacket and the holster and dropped it on the ground. His service pistol was in his hand. "I said lose the gun." Mean-looking dude Number Two said sternly. Officer Caleb frowned. "Make up your mind, dude. Lose the holster, lose the gun, are you a slowpoke?" The guy's face tightened at the insult but another guy, mean-looking dude Number Three intervened. "Let's call Crystal." The call was made and the guy spoke to whoever was at the other end of the line in codes he couldn't decipher. The mobile phone was thrust at him. With a great show of reluctance, he collected it. "Hello, Officer Caleb." The sweetest voice he'd ever heard in his life graced his ears. "Don't tell me you're Don Kamir?" A very seductive laugh followed his question. "Of course not. I assure you that you won't be harmed. No one enters Don Kamir's presence with a weapon. Please leave your weapons with the guards. One of them will escort you inside the house." Officer Caleb handed the phone back to the guy and shrugged. The voice was sweet enough to tempt the devil into repentance. He handed the gun over to mean-looking dude Number One and made to walk past them but a hand on his chest stopped his movement and he knew why. Without a word, he removed the revolver and knife from his boot. He felt like punching mean looking dude Number Two's teeth down his throat for the smug smile on his face but thought against it. Looking left and right, he followed mean-looking dude Number Four inside the house. He was led into a very impressive lobby and into a lavishly furnished living room. Everywhere smelt of opulence and grandeur. He was looking around the room which was devoid of pictures or any personal effect when he heard the angelic voice again. "Welcome, Officer Caleb." He turned around with a smile that got frozen on his face. Was he seeing things? He'd thought the movie, 'ET' he'd watched in his teens was just that, a movie but standing before him was the alien's lookalike. Could a human being be this dark and ugly? Was she even human? No, she was an indistinct creature. He craned his neck to see if anyone was standing behind her. She stood there staring at him with a knowing smile. "This way Officer Caleb." The angelic voice sounded in his ears again and he was amazed that it had come out of the...the...creature who had turned her short, dark and ugly self towards the stairs. Officer Caleb had to conclude that God was a clown. How could He have bestowed such a wonderful voice on such an ugly specimen? Maybe it was her consolation prize for being away when He was sharing beauty. He shrugged and followed her. Kassim had watched the whole drama at the gate with a smile from his position at the window. He stubbed out his cigarette on the window sill and moved into the room he'd been given in the mansion to wait for further instructions. So Officer Caleb was being brought into the situation. He didn't give a rat behind about it. Kassim still couldn't wrap his head around the thought that Chief Brown had tried to have him killed. Over what, he couldn't quite phantom. Had he somehow discovered that he was also working for his arch rival? It had been a stroke of luck sending that text message when he did else he would have been in flesh-eating demon dungeon by now. Chief Brown just hammered another nail in his coffin. In bitterness, Kassim had already divulged the secrets he knew about him to Don Kamir. Don Kamir, aka the Walking Shadow. Just mentioning his name alone sent shivers down his spine. No one had ever seen him except the monster, Crystal. His entire existence was shrouded in mystery. His guards had never seen him, never even heard his voice. All they knew was that their boss was a vicious man no one toyed with nor tried to blackmail. The only people who had ever seen him never lived to tell the story. It was a thing of fear to be summoned into the house. Everyone knew to be summoned into the Walking Shadow's presence meant death. He heard voices down the hall. Officer Caleb was being taken to where the Don was- the top floor of the mansion which no one could access except with codes. Only Crystal had the codes. Crystal herself was a mystery also. Ugly as sin but very efficient. Rumor had it that she was a crack shot. She'd shot one of the guards in between his eyes for daring to walk up the stairs towards Don Kamir's abode. Kassim picked up his phone. He couldn't depend on only one means of protection. He had to contact another kingpin. **** The tall, smoothly dark skinned lady with a svelte figure to die for in a black lace lingerie walked from the bathroom to the bedroom in small steps and stood before her dresser. Tonia was glad that Uche had listened to her in changing houses. She'd urged her husband for them to move out quickly from his father's house when they heard that Rimi had suddenly been released from prison but Uche had blamed her anxiety on her pregnancy hormones especially when the doctor told them that what she'd felt as the kicking of their baby was just flatulence but when she'd insisted, he'd given in, even though he told her Rimi didn't know the location of the house. When the people who bought her late father-in-law's house called them to tell them about the couple who came to ask of their whereabouts some days ago and the description of the guy fit that of Rimi, she'd given her husband a smug smile. Moving to another town, Cedar Point, had been sheer brilliance on their part. No one would ever find them there, not even the annoying Rimi and the cops. She rummaged through her gold and diamond encrusted jewelry box for her pearl earrings. Uche was taking her out. It was their first night out in the new town. She came across a weird gold key at the bottom of the big jewelry box. She took it out and stared at it. It came to her some seconds later. She'd discovered the key in a unique box while they were robbing the jewelry store. She knew then as she knew now that the key was special. Instinct told her it would unlock goodies but she didn't know the location of the safe. Someday, she knew it would come in handy. She heard Uche whistling on his way to their room and quickly dropped the key back into the box and covered it with layers and layers of jewelry, her search for her pearl earrings forgotten. Uche paused at the threshold to behold the beauty that was his wife. Sometimes he found it hard to believe that such a jewel was his wife. Beauty with brains. If she hadn't insisted on them leaving his late father's house, he was sure Rimi would have found them there. He had wondered at first why he'd been let out of prison so soon. It wasn't as if he was bothered about his sudden appearance but it was stretching his wife's nerves taut. He blamed it on her pregnancy hormones though. It was clear from all indication that Rimi had probably regained his memory, hence his release. The cops were probably after them now. He had to think of a permanent plan for them. Leaving the country for good was a great idea but it would prove very tricky. The cops would be expecting that. Their only option was to lie low for a while before making a move. He'd thought very hard for a few hours how Rimi found his late father's house when he was sure he didn't know the place. He knew Rimi didn't have the resources to hire a private investigator or had the cops helped him? It was a while later he recalled that when his father died, Rimi had once visited his house on a condolence visit but that was a long time ago. It was a wonder that Rimi had remembered the location of the house. It proved he wasn't dull after all or had prison drilled smartness into him? He shrugged and entered the room. He wrapped his arms around his wife's sexy body as she tried on a ruby necklace. "Princess, after watching our neighbour's kids today, I've changed my mind. I want twins." Tonia burst into laughter but suddenly frowned. She cocked an eyebrow as she gazed at her husband's reflection in the mirror. "Can a twin give birth to twins?" He shrugged nonchalantly. "I don't know. It isn't in my lineage but...wait! Are you a twin?" Tonia lowered her eyes. "Yes." "What?" He turned her stiff figure around to face him. Her eyes were lowered. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. It's brings back painful memories anytime I remember." Her husband put his arms around her. "What happened?" "He was kidnapped when we were six years old, along with nine other children in the school that fateful day. I didn't go to school that daybbecause I was ill. We never saw him again. My parents believed he was used for rituals." Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. Uche sighed. He didn't like seeing his princess sad. It tore at his heart strings. He swore to himself to protect her at all cost. "What was his name?" he asked quietly. If they had a son, he'd name him after her late twin to make her happy. "Christopher." CHAPTER NINE ENDS 26 Likes 4 Shares |
| Literature / Re: Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014 by AudreyTimms(f): 11:39am On Dec 03, 2014 |
CHAPTER NINE I SEE THINGS OTHERS DO NOT SEE WRITTEN BY AUDREYTIMMS It was dark and eerie. He could hear his heart beat, it was like the sound of a ticking time bomb. Perspiration ran down his forehead. He looked around him but darkness welcomed him, he couldn't see a thing. Suddenly he heard a howling wind from the north and fear gripped him. He made to run but for the life of him, he couldn't seem to move. He talked to him numb limbs but it seemed as if they'd gone on a journey because he couldn't even wiggle his toes. Aghast, he discovered he was Unclad on what seemed like a lonely and deserted street. He swallowed heavily. It began as a faint sound but he was sure he could hear footsteps and the screeching of something on the tarred road. The source of the noise finally emerged in front of him, dragging a big iron rod. He heaved a sigh of relief which quickly changed to consternation when the man making the noise lifted up the heavy rod and made to strike him with it. His upper lip parted from the lower one but nothing came out of his vocal cords. There was a flash of lightening and all he could see were the man's black metal capped shoes- his shoes. He forced words out of his mouth and kept on calling the man's name, pleading with him but the iron rod was already being swung in the direction of his head. Pain exploded in his brain. Rimi woke up with a gasp. Damn! That nightmare again. It was becoming a nightly thing for him. He pushed himself up in a sitting position and placed his back against the headboard. Tender eyes captured the sleeping beauty beside him, snoring softly. Zainab was sleeping on her left side and looking as cute as a button. She was even more beautiful in sleep. Carefully, Rimi pushed back the sheets and stood up. He stretched and cricked his bones noisily. It was little wonder that he'd been Unclad in the nightmare- he walked slowly to the bathroom in his birthday suit. After taking a leak, he strolled into the room and perched himself beside the window to look out into the cold, dark night. They were in a motel close to the Uche's father's house after their fruitless journey. He knew he was still out of sorts having spent two years in prison. He still woke up in the middle of the night to stare into space and some things were still foggy to him but he was beginning to get his real self back. Rimi didn't know what they were going to do. Coming to Double R had led them to a dead end. The new occupants of the house told them they had bought the house from a couple a few days ago and didn't have their forwarding address. Rimi castigated himself. He should have known Uche would be too smart to remain there knowing he could easily be traced by him after his release. His hands bulged into a fist as he thought of what someone he'd called a brother had done to him. He wondered why for the umpteenth time. Why had they done that to him? People he'd called family. He shook his head from his deep thought. He had to find a way to find them. The young man moved to the bed stand and picked up Zainab's phone. She was against calling Christopher because he was a fugitive but he was their only hope now. She was of the opinion that they stayed back in Double R and hire a private investigator to search for his betrayers. Rimi had to remind her that her causal leave from the office would end in a few days, they were running out of cash and so they had to act fast. He moved back to his position by the window and dialed the number he'd never forget. Christopher of course had hacked into a mobile network provider's site in order to get a unique number made up of alphas after the first three constant digits. Christopher didn't answer at the first two rings. Rimi wasn't bothered. The suspicious hacker had once told him he only answered his calls at the fourth ring. The brilliant guy probably had a device he used in checking the caller's info and to see if the call was being traced when he answered it. He waited patiently and dialed the number for the fourth time. He breathed out deeply when the call was answered. There was silence. Rimi knew exactly what to say. He cleared his throat. "I see things others do not see." He could hear the smile in the man's voice when he replied. "Then it's either the whole world is blind or you're a f*ucking genius!" Christopher laughed heartily when he remembered the voice. "Dude! When did those b.astards let you out of that hell hole?" A smile lit up Rimi's face. "A while back." Christopher laughed again. "We should get together some time." "Yeah. I need your help, Chris." "No problem. You know I got your back but listen, I'm into some s*hit right now I need to handle promptly. I'll contact you." "Okay. Thanks." Rimi said with glee and Christopher hung up. His gaze flickered to the sleeping lady on the bed who had moved to lie on her stomach. He prayed she'd forgive him for making the call but he had to do it. Waiting was now the name of their plans. **** Chief Brown Dino was restless. He couldn't sleep a wink. He dragged himself off the bed and put on his Japanese dressing gown and tied the knot loosely around his lean waist. Just then, his round-the-clock nurse came into the room with a tray containing his medication for the night and a bottle of water. She bent slightly and placed it on a stool beside the bed. Chief Brown's eyes ogled her voluptuous back side. The tip of his tongue snaked out to moisten his dry lips. He'd noticed before that she had a nicely rounded bottom that could make a man's fantasies come to life but his worry over his missing key had prevented him from doing anything about it. He recalled his lecherous days with smirk. Maybe she could even do something about his restlessness after all, she was heavily paid until a few months ago when things became tight. As she slowly walked out of the room wriggling her waist, he felt blood rush into his lower region. Only the thought of what was keeping Bulus stopped him from calling her back and ravishing her. He knew he still had it in him and meeting Christopher had brightened up his mood but the fact that it was 11pm and Bulus wasn't back yet alarmed him. Bull had left the house since 9pm and his phone was switched off. Holding on strongly to his cane, he ignored his medication, picked up one of his phones and made his way to his magnificent living room. He went straight to his bar, located the whisky, selected a glass, poured himself two fingers of the alcoholic drink and struggled to sit on the high bar stool. The old man sipped the whiskey silently and nearly choked on it when his phone rang. He quickly picked it only to be disappointed that it was a senator calling. He slammed the phone down. He was supposed to be in a meeting with his fellow politicians. There was a plot to impeach the president but he couldn't care less. All he cared about was his missing key. Jackson, on his outrageous coat, fidgeted as he came into the living room. He eyed his boss warily when he sighted him at the bar. He scratched his clean shaven head. How was he going to break the news? His boss was legendary for his bad temper and lately it hadn't improved. At such times, it was advisable to give the boss a wide berth but he couldn't afford to keep him in the dark any longer. He cursed Gideon to perdition for winning their coin tossing game in determining who would tell Cheif Brown the bad news. The man in question lifted his head in his musings and saw Jackson staring at him like a frightened rabbit. "Yes? What is it? Is Bulus back?" He questioned the anxious-looking man who moved closer to him knowing fully well that his boss hated when people replied his questions from a distance. "Boss..." Jackson stared at the marble floor. Chief Brown's eyes blazed anger. "Foo.l!" He said and sipped from his drink with the intention of throwing the glass at Jackson's head when he was through with the drink. He wasn't prepared to waste good whiskey on the bumbling idio.t. "Bulus is dead." Jackson finally said and his boss's whiskey splattered from his mouth unto Jackson's ugly as sin coat. "What did you just say?" Chief Brown asked after his fit of coughing had subsided. He stared at him wide-eyed and stunned. "Bulus is dead. When he didn't return after a while, Gideon and I went to the shipyard in search of him. We found him dead. He was shot in the head and neck." Jackson rushed out the gory details. Chief Brown's hands clenched. Bulus dead! The bull who had been like a son to him was gone? His right hand man, his loyal and most trusted employee. The muscular and brainy guy who had been with him for years and handled all his assignments with no slip-up whatseover. He remembered the promise Bull had made to him recently. "We'll get them, boss and we will get your key, I swear on my life." Bulus had indeed paid with his life yet the key was still missing and the culprits still at large. Who would protect him as steadfastly as Bulus had done? He felt palpitations in his heart as its beat became very fast. His eyes bulged. He felt as if there was a hand in his chest, squeezing his heart and laughing while doing it. Jackson didn't need to be told what to do. He rushed out to get the nurse. The nurse rushed in and in between them, they lifted the old man from the floor where he had fallen and laid him on the bed. The nurse told him to take deep breaths and cough repeatedly which amazingly helped him to calm down a bit even though he was still wheezing badly. He brushed aside her hands from his chest impatiently and told Jackson to get his phone. He needed protection. He'd just made one more enemy- Kassim. It was time to get his evil henchmen from outside the country to handle affairs for him. "I need you." He simply said into the receiver when the call went through and ended it. He dialed another number despite the fact that his chest felt as if it was in flames. The person had told him he'd be the one to contact him but Chief Brown had another assignment for him. The man needn't know he couldn't pay him the amount he'd asked for because he was bankrupt. The call was answered on the fourth ring. Chief Brown coughed terribly and spat out blood on his sheets before saying, "I see things others do not see." 8 Likes |
| Literature / Re: Unfulfilled Promises By Audrey Timms by AudreyTimms(f): 11:32am On Dec 02, 2014 |
kenwins:Lets Talk About Relationships With Kemmystry |
| Literature / Re: Unfulfilled Promises By Audrey Timms by AudreyTimms(f): 8:05am On Dec 02, 2014 |
lovingangel:Thanks dear. I'm glad you enjoyed it. |
| Dating And Meet-up Zone / Re: **Happy Birthday. Charijee ** by AudreyTimms(f): 7:41pm On Dec 01, 2014 |
Cheriepet:Thanks dear |
| Dating And Meet-up Zone / Re: **Happy Birthday. Charijee ** by AudreyTimms(f): 7:39pm On Dec 01, 2014 |
charijee:Lol! Thanks dear |
| Dating And Meet-up Zone / Re: **Happy Birthday. Charijee ** by AudreyTimms(f): 2:06pm On Dec 01, 2014 |
Cheriepet:Wow! Happy Birthday, my darling Charijee. My wish for you is all you wish for yourself today and always. Funny, today is also my two years wedding anniversary. Double celebration. Cheers dear! Thanks Cheriepet. |
| Literature / Re: Forever And For Always - Story By Repogirl by AudreyTimms(f): 12:57pm On Dec 01, 2014 |
Gibjewel:Hey dear. Been awhile. We're good. Bed rest tinz but I'm okay. Thanks 1 Like |
| Literature / Re: Forever And For Always - Story By Repogirl by AudreyTimms(f): 12:55pm On Dec 01, 2014 |
HumbledbYGrace:HBG! Lol! |
| Literature / Re: Forever And For Always - Story By Repogirl by AudreyTimms(f): 12:54pm On Dec 01, 2014 |
D9ty7:Thanks dear |
| Literature / Re: Forever And For Always - Story By Repogirl by AudreyTimms(f): 10:51am On Dec 01, 2014 |
Okay guys. Let's all take a deep breath and calm down please. We love the story. It's very interesting and we salivate for more yet we get disappointed every time we check it out, I know all that because my hubby is following it too and asks me like a million times per day if she has updated. But guys, let's not judge the lives of others based on ours. Writers have not only off days but off weeks also. It doesn't mean we're lazy but sometimes, no matter how we try, we're not inspired to write. Besides, we have our own lives to live as well. You all don't know what's going on in our individual lives. Do you know if her hubby or one of her kids is sick? My hubby and I were sick a while back and only a few cared to know. I was rushed to the hospital last night, how many of you know that? So please before we start throwing accusations helter skelter, let's look at things from different perspectives. The only error I see from her is starting the story without first completing it. I've advised her to have the thread closed till she's through with the story to stop such comments. Lastly, she has come here a number of times to ask for your patience and understanding. And what really have you guys done to appreciate her? A reader, boladex1 sent me a huge amount of recharge card the other day in appreciation of my story that finished since August. Such gestures are touching. I'm not asking you guys to send her anything, just saying you should all remember you're not paying jack for the story. How many of you are ready to pay for the complete story if she intends not continuing it? Peace! 19 Likes 2 Shares |
| Literature / Re: Forever And For Always - Story By Repogirl by AudreyTimms(f): 10:32am On Dec 01, 2014 |
Shokoloko:Dearie, I'm here. This isn't my thread sha but I'll try my best. 1 Like 1 Share |
| Literature / Re: Unfulfilled Promises By Audrey Timms by AudreyTimms(f): 8:56pm On Nov 29, 2014 |
boladex1:Thanks a lot, dear. I received it. |
| Literature / Re: Unfulfilled Promises By Audrey Timms by AudreyTimms(f): 8:55pm On Nov 29, 2014 |
Toeyean1507:My dear, I'm so sorry. You know the saying, 'Man proposes but God disposes'? Well, that's what happened to me. I thought I'd be through by now but my hubby just added a new twist for me. I really want to complete the story before posting here in order not to abandon it or make mistakes. Please be patient with me. Thanks |
| Literature / Re: Unfulfilled Promises By Audrey Timms by AudreyTimms(f): 12:31pm On Nov 26, 2014 |
boladex1:I'm sorry for the late reply, been busy. My email address is audreytimms83@gmail.com. Thanks |
| Literature / Re: #my Life by AudreyTimms(f): 6:08pm On Nov 24, 2014 |
Shouts of mogbe!! Chineke!!! We never write finish o!!! Filled the air. That got me laughing. I love the bits of humour you input in your story. Well done dear. |
| Literature / Re: Unfulfilled Promises By Audrey Timms by AudreyTimms(f): 3:55pm On Nov 22, 2014 |
AudreyTimms:Reminder! It's going down today. It's easy. I vote chibwike cc teeo Thanks |
| Literature / Re: Nairaland Detection Club 2 - 2014. For Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014. by AudreyTimms(f): 4:46pm On Nov 21, 2014 |
And I just got more scared! |
| Literature / Re: Unfulfilled Promises By Audrey Timms by AudreyTimms(f): 2:28pm On Nov 21, 2014 |
tijehi:Hey. Been trying to contact you but my messages keep coming back undelivered. I don't know what's wrong. Please send me another email address. Thanks |
| Literature / Re: Forever And For Always - Story By Repogirl by AudreyTimms(f): 11:47am On Nov 21, 2014 |
Guys, I'm not seeing your votes o! What's wrong? Please let's encourage her. Stop procrastinating like me- voting ends on sunday. Do the needful. Thanks |
| Literature / Re: Forever And For Always - Story By Repogirl by AudreyTimms(f): 11:46am On Nov 21, 2014 |
Reminder- Let's vote for repogirl as the best writer for the month of November. Thanks. |
| Literature / Re: Unfulfilled Promises By Audrey Timms by AudreyTimms(f): 11:37am On Nov 21, 2014 |
Costlybabe, Halfcaste1, shokoloko, morsadh, incredibleme, Rhyno02, sommyqueen, estellar12, nickilimah, almacherish, codedbaby, Timothy3113, bibie01, Aliyuozioma, ADUKKY, Oyizzti, Mercyesse, Holubunmi, ully, Hauneg, Jiteshell, vivikul, vicosir, typompy234, ifyonoj, deebarbie, ormorlehwah, kanechimex, Temmyojo, MsMichaelz, orla01, slap1, Plaitex, emmabest2000, tbmas, goldwaters, Kaycee7, timpaker, dadoctore, pammusphy, toykathy, Essydiamond, avuekwe, hebenz, Savigne, Ruhbiee, zinylizzy, okotv, maryhaam, aiyepekuruth, vonn, adeayomi08, olarafiat, fadario, oHaddy, Olamilekan08, chibwike, Euphrosyne, rahmatitohan, Bhummieluv, bookhy, Pororo, joe17, Freshpage, capip120, adalusha101, bountiouz, Candis009, pricelesslove, Goldenbasil, Jennimma, gaczee99, philmama, PrinceAdepoju, Sarahjoe1000, Whizpeter, Snowangel4, jaybiz007, aprilwise, sammyjay3, ifynwa15, Damzy997, nnoly, Okinjay, wunmzylala, debybeautyworld, akejujoe, shomart, plumule, tumaraya, Hameenat94, lilypet, Smartlux, mmig, Adesylvia, hephzibahbeulah, zoe123, Balley, Funniez, Emanuel1997, ojingbe, leoloi, shaks97, omoh19, ezblessyn, indomitable234, segunjowo, Maryclaire1, d4real890, handmaid, purityval, ance12, Cheriepet, Victhoriah, seunviju, christabeli, Ainooyozi, seunlarry, typompy234, preciousberry, Gibjewel, Funkybim, JeffreyJamez, Ladycarol, Mj45, crislyn, ully, Shoelace1, ameenahz, Chiamaka01, bussyzionite, charijee, Orikinla, promzee4d, Debbysky, kaylasparkz, Ice4jez, kinbid, hieroglophyicz, onosj, gal10, stormybucci, trusted, fadario, mitchie58, dammygoody, kceemart, jollyjoy, Kprice, anasbeaut, Joannicky, swtangeljones, Bilany, blondndbeautiful, omotalkie, 3Dimension, Emmykul4love, Annie09, Ego2, khaffy, chii8, eneLight3, lait, Harrychocoberry, vance12, ebysandra, Komzzy1, annylove, Jesusbaby93, oluwabunmilola, Vibra, RAFIC Toeyean1507, heemah, bouqui009, Yudeeaikay, ToriEmMason, SexySapphire, SallychizzI3, Suzzytee5, phebean008, Princesschi, udison, boladex1, Tbrak, olasunbophummie, Babetolux, myndd, holyboss, MidieMeliss, Orlolahdey, kaypayble, GbemiAjags01, pinkylev, shomart, crazo, arolexwalex1, kadiriafolasade, BabieGhagha, Tomkhalifa52, Kajiang02, Omoakin5, HelenBee, Mrblaze06, abbychi, somaa and all my ghost and guest readers and new readers I'm so sorry for the mention guys but I had to do this. Please let's go and vote for our fellow member of the Unfulfilled Promises crew - chibwike for Mr. Nairaland. Please let's endeavour to vote for him tomorrow. Voting is from 10 am to 6pm. I'll send a reminder tomorrow. Thanks. |
| Literature / Re: Unfulfilled Promises By Audrey Timms by AudreyTimms(f): 7:03pm On Nov 20, 2014 |
Hoyeenz:You're welcome, dear |
| Literature / Re: Unfulfilled Promises By Audrey Timms by AudreyTimms(f): 7:00pm On Nov 20, 2014 |
chibwike:Uncle chibwike. I've replied your mail |
| Literature / Re: Unfulfilled Promises By Audrey Timms by AudreyTimms(f): 6:59pm On Nov 20, 2014 |
Jhymrod:I'm so sorry, my dear. I feel bad. I miscalculated. I want to finish the whole story before posting here in order to avoid errors. Please bear with me. Thanks |
| Literature / Re: Unfulfilled Promises By Audrey Timms by AudreyTimms(f): 6:53pm On Nov 20, 2014 |
bookj:It's a facebook page- Lets Talk About Relationships With Kemmystry |
| Literature / Re: Unfulfilled Promises By Audrey Timms by AudreyTimms(f): 6:49pm On Nov 20, 2014 |
tijehi:Sorry for the late reply. Please mail me- dianaokhah@yahoo.com. Thanks |
... n Happy Anniversary to u n May God continue to bless ur union, fill ur home with happiness, joy, luv n peace... Amen 
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