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chindi: e don tay wen marriage dey hungry me o. By God's Grace sha, it'll be in 5yrs at most

oiseworld: wrong, the church cannot condem people.
John 3;17
why do you think a lot of sinners and prostitute go to church? Because the church is a place for forgiveness and repentance. Soo don't interprete for us, we know what we are doing.

chiteny: So I start to wonder what they were expecting him to do after inviting him. Is it to preach from the bible or do his crazy stuff? I am tempted to use the word HYPOCRITE on those that invited him.

bittyend: When are you going to let me teach you how to dougie, so you can write a story about that?

bittyend: When are you going to let me teach you how to dougie, so you can write a story about that?

naijasexy: I thought of chipping that in but I just let the idea slide. Let's just assume Eric lives in a "paddle your own canoe" neighborhood. lool

naijasexy: Although Eny had succeeded in unlocking the door, she couldn’t gain access into the apartment because of the latch on the door that remained fastened. She began banging on the door.

“Shade, I know you are the one oo. Open the door.” She paced the corridor where they stood, breathing heavily as she walked back and forth and tried again. “Shade, if you know you are woman enough, open this door o.” When Eniola’s hands begun to hurt, she turned to Eric. “Wouldn’t your wife to open up? Are we going to pass the night here?”

Eric could taste the blood he’d drawn out from biting too hard on his bottom lip. He’d let the situation grow out of his control and he knew Eny would unleash all the demons that resided in her if she met Shade inside. “Eniola, calm down. Calm down please. You have to promise me something.”

“Enough of the promises abeg.” Eny screamed, eyes closed and hands held up. Her face was taut and moist with sweat and her eyes were reddening from the rage that had overwhelmed her. “Just tell her to open the dam.n door.”

“Okay, okay, I will. But please when you go in, don’t do anything extreme, I beg you.”

“I have heard.” Her hands rested on her hips which she now bounced up and down. “I won’t do anything insane. Tell her to open up!” She commanded.

“Okay okay.” Eric said. “Shade!” He called once but there was no response. “Shade!!” He called the second time. “Are you there?”

“Ehen! What?” Shade answered.

“Open the door please.” Eric pleaded.

“I won’t open it. Let her keep spitting fire there.”

“Shade, I beg you in the name of God oo, just open the door.”

“She can go and die. This door would not be open.”

“She won’t open it abi? Okay.” Eny rushed downstairs and went straight to the backyard to grab the axe that one of Eric’s co-tenant used in splitting wood for cooking.

“No, no, not on my door please.” Eric said when he saw the axe. “You can’t use that on my door.”

“If you come near me..” Eny warned. “If you come near me, hmm, don’t even try it.”

Gbaaam! Eny lifted the axe with all her might and made a small crack through the wooden door. She slammed the axe against the door again and made a bigger crack.

“Eric is she breaking the door or what?” Shade asked from within.

“You would soon know.” Eny answered for Eric. A hole the size of her fist formed with one last hit on the door. She passed her hand through and felt for the leach. Sharp teeth pierced through her skin as her sister bit on her hand, but she remained undeterred. She felt for the bolt and unlatched the door. With her last strength, the pushed to door open and finally, she was standing right across from her sister.

bittyend: You no dey tire for story? Abeg, bring your nyash here make I teach you hos to dougie jare.