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parismoore:
it wasn't their fault but shappire's, they only wanted her happiness notwithstanding they dont like toshiba but they cant stop her cox it might worsen the situation, shappire should be blamed for all that happened from the unset she knew he was a player and still decided not to quit

love is a badass shey you no know ni?

onuhabel1:
if you guys really love the story make una buy her phonena since she said she's struggling with her bad phone

She no want iPhone, She no want samsung, she no want my phones.... she only wants my love o, she belong to me, I belong to her oo... her favorite man nah Fola o....

Kola vs Jide loading....
Thanks for the update ma'am

GOOD MORNING Y'ALL... HOW WAS YOUR NITE.

THIRTY TWO

Ken was a man who knew his game. His grand plan was to keep the bargaining chips out of Barnabas’ reach, then make him so needy… so bad that he would pay any amount. This was not the first time Manager Ken had fed from blackmail and he was sure it wouldn’t fail to be another hit.

Actually, he was confident this was going to be a big one. He was in the driving seat or so he thought. Even if he wasn’t really in it, he was about to put himself in the driving seat.

He gave Cenz the words to get social media platforms trending with a Barnabas Scandal, the stories and rumours must not mention any names but profiles should be close enough for Barnabas to know that his roof was burning and must comfortable eschew his sleep.

It was never a difficult task to find a blogger who would publish a scandalous story. So far it would generate a lot of clicks. The more controversial it was, the more money they’d make. Cenz as always, knew what to do. He took the instructions and executed it perfectly.

He found the house of the popular blogger, Masses Mouth, whose real name had been overwhelmed by his blog’s name- massesmouth.com. He prepared an envelope titled anonymous and dropped it at his doorstep.

When Masses mouth found the envelope and the title on it, he knew what would be in it. It was not the first time he received anonymous tips and stories. There was always some politician seeking to destroy another politician.

He never cared whether those stories were true or not (large percentage was always true anyways). He honestly didn’t care. Scandals are good for business whether true or not.

When he opened the envelope he saw a different kind of scandal, one that came with instructions and pay. On a piece of paper strapped to a wad of cash was the note.

“Aggressively promote this on social media.” The note read.

“What could be sweeter than this?” he said smiling at the money in his hand.

After going through the pictures and various little write ups he came up with a theory.

“Prominent man wants to forcibly marry a girl to his son; she refuses and runs with her boyfriend on the wedding day. They had embarrassed and hurt the chief’s young political career and he is using all his resources to hunt them down. The lovers would have no hope of survival if he catches them.”

He created an article out of it and published it on his blog and posted it on his social media accounts… and bang! It went viral. Masses mouth made his money, Ken got his reaction.

The one week seemed like eternity for Chief Barnabas. Though the initial story didn’t mention his name but subsequent articles and opinion might do.

The articles had grown tributaries, people wrote subs, drew cartoons and ran comic online polls which chief it might be. Many suggested Barnabas and of course some others. Reporters harassed Ali and his father at chance. Barnabas would grant political interviews and would somehow get questions on the article.

It got to the height of it and Barnabas thought it best to tell his own side of the story. He granted an interview with the same blogger who broke the scandal in the first place. He assumed it was a strategic move to use the same blogger to air his experience in the issue. He made all attempts to convince him that he was a victim in the development.

If the scandal had substance, the anonymous source should come out and name names, it was simply an effort of his political opponent to berate him. People should focus on more pressing issues facing the country instead of allowing simpleton politicians to use a cooked story as a distraction.

Unexpectedly for Barnabas, the interview didn’t help. It instead fuelled the media talks and gist. It elevated him from the position of a possible suspect and situated him at the centre of the scandal.

People concluded that he actually had some strong involvement in the case and only wanted to use the country’s problems as a distraction, what’s more pressing to a common man than being terrorized by the elite because his son wanted the same lady as him and the lady chooses him? They asked.

Political support started dropping for Barnabas, his allies asked him for clarification especially those who attended the cancelled wedding of his son but got no proper explanation as to what went down. Some of those who were close to him enough to know the real story had advised him to tow the path he did.

“This is gross humiliation. You have to track her down and teach her a serious lesson” they had sternly advised.

But the way things went out of hand left them no choice but to back down. They had to protect their own political career. It would be suicidal to queue behind an embodiment of mess like Barnabas.

Barnabas knew X-Ray and Domino had failed and he might go down soon. So he made one last push. He arranged a meeting with Ken. Whatever info, he had should be worth something.

THIRTY THREE: http://biadefola.com.ng/2018/03/06/switched-story-of-a-fierce-battle-between-desperate-infatuation-and-true-love-33/

Switched (The Complete Story) https://okadabooks.com/book/about/switched/17272

Have a blessed day!

tomorrow please. i've got issues with my laptop remember?

pu7pl3:
Tooshort bro

Sorry mate

pu7pl3:
Nice....ur life is aiit bro


But what are u gonna do with her tho

let Jack Sparrow do the answering

HELLO... HELLO! MONDAY IS HERE... COM'ON!

Thirty One

Chief Barnabas appeared to have ignored the messy issue of Ali and his supposed fiancé but the truth was he had not forgotten nor forgiven. He only had to do what needed to be done, move on with his quest to become a senator.

He floated radio and TV adverts, posted campaign bills and lobbied influential people. Bank manager Ken at this point had full control of his blackmail plot. Only he had the knowledge of the subjects’ whereabouts. His man,

Cenz had gathered more information about why the subjects were on the run and it all added the numbers up for his grand plan.

He was now ready to invest big into this plot, if that was what it took, he was sure to reap the benefit unless Barnabas wanted to give up his quest for power.

He had earlier tested the waters with an initial move but Barnabas threw his offer back in his face. He was sure his boys would nap them this time.

Being the con man that he was, Ken was not let down by the rejection of the offer instead his resolve was further strengthened and he promised himself that Barnabas would come back begging for the same thing he had he rejected. Only then he would get it but at a bigger price.

He instructed Cenz to keep keen eye on the two runaways as well as the two men Barnabas had so depended on and the watch paid off.

By the time X-Ray and Domino got to Oke Igbo. They did sniffing around that Cenz had earlier done and located the apartment but found no one in it.

“They will still come for the belongings” X-Ray said wondering who had tipped them off. True to X-Ray’s prediction, they did come for their belongings but not in person.

They sent a bus to bring the stuffs to the village. It still looked good for X-Ray and his partner. They would simply tail the vehicle and it would take them to where the ‘fugitives’ were.

Cenz was the killer of death. He tailed the men who were supposed to be expert at tailing. His only instruction was to keep the subjects out of Barnabas’ grasps.

Now he had been made to arrange for them to leave the country all together, under new identities to effectively remove them from the powerful eyes of Barnabas. Ken would finance it. No matter what it took, the more he put in, the more he would reap.

_ _ _

As Jaye and Hadiza slept and woke in the luxurious hotel home where they had been lodged since their yet another escape from Barnabas’ boys, they recounted the experience of the past two days.

Jaye couldn’t tell whether to blame Hadiza for insisting on running to the village or him for obliging. He was certain though that he had made a wrong call the day he sent a bus to pack their belonging in Oke Igbo.

People who came to unseat them in the village must have followed the bus but luckily, they were helped by that man, what did he say he name was again? Zaccheus.

Hadiza had no regret over the decisions they had made. If they had chose otherwise, they would have been caught by the ever spreading and powerful tentacles of Chief Barnabas.

He was a business man before politics with huge influence in almost all strata of the society. He had the resources to snatch them via official and unofficial means. The best way was to avoid him.

Instead of regret, she nursed fear and doubt in the current position of things. She wondered what the real reason was for that man to be taking that much interest in them.

He had provided for their accommodation and feeding since the escape, ensured them that the only way to escape Barnabas was to go far away to a country where Barnabas would have no influence, his boss would finance everything. He was doing only one reason. Barnabas was his political enemy who he wanted to frustrate.

Cenz’s explanation didn’t entirely convince the couple but they gambled it anyways. Twelve days after the escape, they left Akure via Lagos, Nigeria for Luton Town, England and heaved deep sighs of relief.

Finally they were out of Barnabas’ grasps, they would forever be grateful to their mysterious saviour and his equally mysterious boss.

THIRTY TWO: http://biadefola.com.ng/2018/03/05/switched-story-of-a-fierce-battle-between-desperate-infatuation-and-true-love-32/

SWITCHED (THE COMPLETE STORY): https://okadabooks.com/book/about/switched/17272

Y'ALL HAVE A CUTE DAY

We were three friends when I graduated from University of Lagos in 1998. Collins, Qadir and me, Sele.
They were the happening guys and I was the stale bookworm.

According to them, I belonged to the BC years. They won’t be seen with me if not because I was, according to them, their book man.

They had clubs and travels to handle so academics was a distraction but thankfully they had me to do their assignments and notes.

I won’t walk with them too but they my money men. I was as broke as shatter, I couldn’t call home for money. Mummy would tell me she had water for diner the other night and instead of collecting something I would end up giving her my sympathy.

I was Collins and Qadir’s book man and they were my money men.

I hated what I did for them and what my life looked like but the hope that things would be better after graduation kept me going, so I didn’t look back.

Poverty spited me so much that I couldn’t say Hi to Maria, the only girl my heart had sang from year one to final year.

I didn’t even have the money to take her to the cheapest eatery on campus, the Hoxofagus. It’s not like she would even follow me to that kind of place anyways, or so I thought.

I vested all my disappointment into making good grades so that I could get a better life.

Finally in 1998, we graduated and a new reality slapped me on my poverty thickened face.

Collins was over 30yrs, so he filed for exemption and started a bank job in Ibadan almost immediately.

Qadir, served in NTA Ibadan and was retained after his service.

I served in a secondary school in Oro, Kwara state. After my service I rushed to Lagos for a job that was not waiting for me.

After three months, I had exhausted my hard saved NYSC income and transport and feeding.

In August 1999, I returned to Ibadan unsure of what awaited me except for free accommodation and feeding.

After, one month in Ibadan, I realized free food and house comes with their own insults.

I knew I was a begger who had no choice, so I took in the discomfort and carried the gait of someone who enjoyed being ridiculed.

Just about the time when I was getting crazy from wallowing in the shameless difficulty, I stumbled upon a speech by Biade Fola, yes the same Fola who currently represents Osun west senatorial district.

Then he was council chairman, Ede North LG, he was addressing the Federal Poly, Ede SUG when they paid a courtesy visit to him.

So he said “Life is full of hassle and tussle. The struggles can either kill us or make us stronger. Whether the struggle kills us or make us stronger is not the decision of the struggle but ours. We should make a decision to succeed and never look back”

The words spoke directly to my poor heart and I instantly vowed to succeed and never look back until I did.

To ensure, I didn’t lack for food, I started teaching English in a secondary school in Apete, Ibadan. They paid me 18,000 monthly out of which I ate and bought cheap cloths.

In April 2001, I took a trip to the University of Ibadan in search of a mentor. I told the first student I spoke with (Kemi is still my friend till date) that I dreamt of becoming a great writer and needed a mentor.

she suggested and introduced me to professor Leo Coker. The professor took me in and did a wonderful job on me.

I was still doing my high school job while learning and attempting to write a masterpiece.

Many a times, I’d see and hide for Collins and Qadir. They frequented the UI staff club on weekends, the same time I met with the professor in the same place. I couldn’t face them and their designer wears and cruise rides in my cheap cloths and Legedez Benz.

The banking reforms of 2005 later affected Collins’ bank and he was laid off. He put his severance pay into poultry but sadly that year was the birds flu epidemic year. It affected him bad… but he was a big boy. He went on to own two car wash stations, one football viewing center and three betGoal shops. Qadir still worked for the NTA.

Overall, their situation was still better better than mine. They still wore cute cloths and drove a car.
But now, the professor had gotten into my head. Material things had ceased to matter. What mattered was where I was going. I had no reason to look back.

I thought I had my breakthrough in 2007 when a publishing house in Lagos- The Pub Merchants accepted my manuscript.

They were impressed with my work and printed it in November that year under the title- “Death of the Struggle, Your Win”. So much for my expectations, the book did not do so well.

On 20/05/2008, ten years after my graduation my breakthrough came. I met Miss Adediwura, an executive at Mrace Books.

She had read my work and felt it was a great effort. “It would have sold better had it an attention drawing title” she said.

That was how I hit it. Mrace and Pub Merchants worked out something and reproduced my work under a new title “The Little Dirty Big Cute Secret of Success” with a rider (Successful men won’t tell you, but this book will!)

After a little over four months, life changed for me. Fancy suits, Italian leathers, even the pen I signed autograph with is a limited edition of Wiston Kou.

Yes, guess who I saw at the public reading of my latest work? Maria Dene! My school crush. She’s a fan, she’s single. Don’t ask me want I’m gonna do with her*

That’s my story. Life hit me rough but I stood my ground, didn’t shake, didn’t look back until I get here.
Now the only reason I look back is to see how far I have come.



Gucciqueen38 Cadec007 Pu7pl3 bimberry1307 DemiKOL Akinwale14 genius43 heryoub22 John944 Switch resumes in a bit!

Who thought this was an update, lol. I did.

Gawd! is this Shewrites person even human... She never losses it, just cool about err goddamn shit people bring on here... I pray to be this cool o

ClassicMan202:
hahaha, i go come your wedding quite alright, with gh0st as my date to the wedding

bad man... make you warm yourself, you no go gree... if I suit masef now.

Jwonder:
Thank God ooh!.. but Ghost give us your Facebook name or something nah! i wish to know d face behind this beautiful story ooh!.

Don't start nonsense please. She said anonymous for a reason. My bae ain't sharing no goddamn details.
Awon ole. let me relax small before I continue vexing

Jwonder:
Thank God ooh!.. but Ghost give us your Facebook name or something nah! i wish to know d face behind this beautiful story ooh!.

Don't start nonsense please. She said anonymous for a reason. My bae

gh0sts:
I am so sorry guys that I have been away for so long. I have been struggling with a bad phone, I am here now. Expect am update this night. Thanks so much for the love. Love y'all.

Baby I've been so worried! Please don't switch off on me like that again. My heart has been singing Wiz Khalifa's see you again since you left.
My love please don't let this happen again. Classic Man and Sexy Olori iyaff been shading me since

ClassicMan202:
lols.... i thought as much, all these while you've been dreaming that gh0st is yours, time to wake up to reality bruh

Classic Man warm yourself o... wetin I dey talk sef, I see say you be bad belle for this matter. nah awa wedding go finally shut your mouth.

olawaletimi:
Abeg Recommend better stories for me, No be only you this delay piss off.

I'm not saying this is better o

https://www.nairaland.com/4320195/switched-story-fierce-battle-between

God! This Aliya is damn friendless

Warning! Twist ahead--- Kyla met Jide first, Jide met Chi 1st but Jide is into Chi and Kola is into her too not knowing she's the mystery girl his friend is dying for! someone or some people will feel betrayed here!

Good work sis! I feel like hugging you RN!

Sexyolori:
where is ghosts na?so even u mr loverboi doesnt knw where she is?

iznuh like that jare... I think was dreaming when she went, you know she sweetly didn't want to distract me.

Preciousbouy:
Hey fellas am starting my story here on nairaland for the first time.. I want you guys to show some love and view it.. Thanks. Help mention it to orhers@ Theblessedman

mention when you're ready

What are we not going to see!?

ladysunshine94:
wait a minute! Am I d only one noticing that Miriam is a lesbian, and is hitting on Ayi?...I guess am not.

she's actually a bisexual (Lesbian Major)... Does men but got orgasm from the housemaid

guruzmarstk:
Ghost reader

u are welcome to the village square

Shania shud be guillotined. how can someone be such a bitch?

May the almighty bless the life of whoever mentioned me. gawd! this is so captivating!

bimberry1307:
thanks man, but ahnahn! e small nau.

Sowie baby... i think 32 is long a lil bit on the blog. ff the link ma'am

THANK GOD IT'S FRIDAY! [sub][/sub]
BUH NO THANKS TO Y'ALL FOR NOT WRITING THE THE REVIEW I BEGGED Y'ALL FOR. IZZ NUH NICE O...
BUH YOU CAN STILL SHANJE SHA... go to https://okadabooks.com/book/about/switched/17272 and do the needful.

THIRTY

As if recorded, a vivid imagination played in Hadiza’s mind. Imaginations of how close she was soon going to be with nature.

She would soon using leaves as medicine, drinking from streams, eating fresh vegetables and fruits and doing away with phones and computers.

The imminent adventure thrilled her. She was going to see those things she had only ready in books and saw in movies. The thrill subdued her worries.

Instead of imaginations of romance with nature, Jaye had worries all over his mind and face. He wondered how Hadiza would cope with the crude life of the wild. With no medication, internet, electricity, sanitary facilities.

He feared for their lives but what could he do? He had gotten a stubborn coward for a woman.

The journey from Lipakala junction Park, Ondo to Okeruku village heightened Jaye’s fears. Buses and cabs didn’t ply the road so it was a motorbike journey.

He felt unsafe right from the beginning as the road seemed too good for the bike man who sped above normal speed. He couldn’t tell whether to be further frightened or relieved as they went out of Ondo town into the villages.

The tarred road stopped at the first village, Litaye and a road of red and brown earth emerged. A road that was as narrow as it was wide and filled with ponds, ditches, hills, rocky terrain and of course pockets of smooth terrains to go with.

Timber carrying trucks grinded past, leaving messy, marshy earth behind them and smaller vehicles and bikes

struggles in their wake. Bike men wore rain boots and supported the bikes with their legs.

The man who carried Jaye and Hadiza had a mouth which ran as much as his bike did. He didn’t stop talking, giving useless information as well as useful ones.

It was from him that they learnt his bike was one of the latest Haojue Suzuki in town, they learnt a lot too about the lifestyle of villagers, the behaviour of the road they currently plied. It dried up during dry season and was very motor-able and menstruated during the rains.

By the time they got to Okeruku, they had learnt too much about the village itself. Using one of the bike man’s useful information, the first person they met was the village head, whom everyone referred to as Oloja.

Almost after a week, they seemed to have settled well. Jaye’s fears had disappeared. There were actually semblances of town in the village, though a village was always a village.

It was crude. People got network to their mobile phones using antenna attached to a pole, bulbs were lighted with generators, traders brought drugs from town and there were one or two government built primary health care centres around.

Hadiza did not have it really close to nature as she had imagined but she ate fresh fruits and vegetables, she ate roasted yams and games.

Not so bad for them only that Cenz followed them all through and knew where and what they were doing. They should have their peace while they still could.

THIRTY ONE http://biadefola.com.ng/2018/03/02/switched-story-of-a-fierce-battle-between-desperate-infatuation-and-true-love-31/

Switched (The Complete Story) https://okadabooks.com/book/about/switched/17272

Have a swell weekend y'all

bimberry1307:
lol, chai you go like food o.

food is essential o... even dear Jesus multiplied fishes and breads in the scripture