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Well, this is my feeble attempt. I've never really thought of this ever happening so...



"Chistar why did you do that to me?" She asked as a cloud of tears formed on her eyes. I could tell she was barely trying to hold back tears that definitely came from deep within her heart.

"Do what?" I asked with a sense of urgency. The lady at my front looked very much familiar but I couldn't quite match the face with a name and this made me really curious for a quick reply. She seemed to know quite a few things about me already.

"You created me and made me fall in love but just when everything was going so well you..." She paused at this point as she couldn't bring herself to say the next words.

Being a man who understand females are very delicate creatures and should be comforted whenever they are in pain irrespective of whatever, I leaned over and hugged her, whispering random words of comfort in her ears. So enough she got back her composure and slowly pulled away from the hug.

"Errr.. Please don't take this the wrong way. I swear, I'm not trying to be rude here but, what the hell is happening here? Do I know you from somewhere?" I asked in the most gentle tone I could conjure.

She looked at me in silence for a few seconds which felt like hours. I couldn't guess what was going on in her mind.

I had been at a bar getting intoxicated thanks to the three empty bottles of beer that stood gallantly at my front while watching a Real Madrid FC match which we, Madrid, were losing to an obvious underdog opposition at our own great stadium, the Santiago Bernabeu... Can you imagine? And just when I thought nothing more could go wrong with my day, a stranger had walked up to my table from literally nowhere and sat down beside me, speaking in parables. I thought about ignoring her as she was disturbing me from watching my football match but curiosity got the best of me.

"You look very familiar but I just can't place a memory to the face?" I added.

"You really don't know who I am?" She asked, sniffing.

"If I did, I won't be asking. What's your name?"

"Funmi," she replied and paused for effect.

As she told me the name, I quickly went into search mode as I tried to recall all the Funmi(s) I had come across and strangely enough, in my many years on earth, irrespective of how popular the name is especially in the western part of Nigeria where I'm based, I have never really had any friend or known anyone named Funmi... Except... Oh my God!

It hit me finally, the smile, the dark skin, the blue eyes, the casual outfit, everything just as I had imagine it had materialised right in front of me. My head started spinning in shock.

"Which Funmi?" I asked, "definitely not from Why I Want to be Bad," I added in disbelieve.

"For someone with such a wide imagination, you seem to have very little belief in your stories," she replied.

"This can't be, its not possible! How come you're here in blood and flesh?" I queried her, I needed answers quickly to save me from losing my sanity. Was this a dream? I thought.

"Oh trust me, its not a dream," she said, showing me she could even read my thoughts.

"How is this all possible?" I asked calmly, I knew the character I created had no tendency to do harm so I tried my possible best to hide my excitement so I could get some answers.

"How this is possible is not for you to know. However my business with you has to do with your story, you broke my heart into so many pieces I don't even thing you can ever put back together and all I want to know is why you did that to me."

Immediately she spoke I knew exactly what she was talking about. The impromptu death of Maxwell, the allege love of her life in the series Why I Want To Be Bad which I wrote quite a while ago.

"I... I don't know," was the best reply I could come up with.

Her face went from being sober to raging anger in a flash. "You mean you just picked up your pen and destroyed my life for no reason? You created me, gave me a vision, gave me direction, showed me how to love and when I was getting comfortable, you snatched it all from me? Why are you so evil?" She spat. I could see veins protruding on her fore head.

"Calm down please," I said as I realised I had given a very wrong reply, "I don't mean it that way, I'm sorry."

"Why did you create me if you were going to destroy me?" She asked in a well calculated tone.

I gave her question a quick thought. She seemed to have a point, I created a character and had total power to make her happy all through but somewhere along the line, she had to feel far much pain than most people could bear.

"Funmi, I really don't have the perfect answer to your question and I really am sorry but frankly, I was just trying to tell a story that would entertain, educate, trigger emotions and at the same time be realistic," I started to say, "you see, being human entails that we have emotions which may include joy, sadness, pain and many others. I was just trying to create a character that would be perceived to be as human as possible. I agree that maybe I gave you more pain that most people get in all their life time but I created you so I knew you could handle it and trust me, that's not where your story ends. I'm currently writing a follow up to the first part of the series and I there just might be a light at the end of your tunnel."

I could see a smile slowly form on her face as I spoke with so much confidence to a question I had never given a thought.

"So now I've answered your question, can you answer..."

Goal!!!

Everyone, well, except the bad belle Barcelona fans, all screamed in joy as Sergio Ramos rose above all opposition and nodded the ball into the net. I was elated, our non losing streak was restored in the dying minutes by a defender! I watched the replay keenly with smiles.


The joy I felt knew no bounds as I was reminded yet again why I supported the best club in the world and thoughts of another hardcore Madrid fan who happened to be my not-so-stranger-friend ex, who was brutally killed crossed my mind.

"You know Maxwell was a fan of Madrid as well?" I asked as I finally turned my stare from the TV to where Funmi was supposed to be seating but she was gone, like voom!

I thought about all that had just happened trying to comprehend it all but it didn't seem to make any sense to me. It's not possible for a character in a book to come to life and my disclaimer clearly states its all fiction so there can't possibly be anybody like Funmi in existence. I scanned all around me in search for Funmi or any sign that what I think just happened really happened and I wasn't hallucinating but I found nothing.

I gave up and with one quick glance at the TV set I saw there was barely few seconds left in the match. I stood up and left the bar... I think I drank far too much.

@Rachaelfst - you are highly welcome and please can you drop the sir thing? I'm still very young and haven't acheieved as much as I would love to so not a sir yet . And I've really been trying not to reply comments directed at me to avoid derailing but err... Hope you forgive me for replying anyway.

@photoshoot - still here? Yes sir. Still writing? Yes, but not as much as before because responsibilties have increased.

@ROYH - I'm working on something though, want to finish it before I start posting so I don't start delaying updates and stuffs like that, I know how NL readers can be when the updates don't come regularly and after my last expereience where I had to rush things, I don't want history to repeat itself. Cheers.

@marvwhite - which story are you referring to that's unfinished?

rachealfst:
Hi everyone,

Let's rub minds together.

What will you do as a Lady if you are in Pamilerin's shoes. Will you come out clean?


Guys, how will you take the news, is that the end of the relationship? or you'll ignore the past and move on with her.


Let's hear your view and please be realistic.

I don't even understand how come this is up for debate. She should tell him of course! I'm not sure of the exact time settings of the story but its definitely a modern day piece and these days abortion is no longer so much of a big deal (well, if you ignore the religious perspective). Those who have the money and ready for the responsibility keep the baby, that's why we have so many baby mama(s) around but unfortunately nether Daniella nor Tunde were ready back then so why stress it, right?. Pamelerin should know better than to hide such info from the guy who is ready to marry her and encouraging her not to keep any secret, if they were just dating for the fun of it then cool but not when the have such big plans.

As for moi, I'll take the new as a good thing, its definitely a show of trust. I won't get mad or excited though, I think indifferent is the word after all as the saying go; He without sin should cast the first stone. The love won't reduce, but increase.

@Rachael, you've clearly improved and that's good. A little more work and you'll be where you're meant to be. Wehdone ma!

PEACe

The best relationships are usually those that starts without much thoughts given. This Daniella and Daniel relationship makes me want to love... But everything seems to being going too well and things don't ever go too well, not even in Disney land, let alone reality. So I'm just sipping on my Sprite waiting for the twist, unless I'm wrong and just being a pessimist .

Thanks for the dedication.

PEACe.

Hi Rachealfst,

Just came across this and I must say it's pretty nice but I've a few reservations.

Firstly, several people have stated this but I feel the need to emphasize more on it. The plot is generally beautiful thanks to the moral message you are passing but sadly it isn't well developed. The fast paced nature of the story makes us the readers lose the pleasure proper "detailing" can add to a story. I'll advice you take your time and tell us more about the story. It feels like you are just telling us a regular story whereas I think it would be a master piece if you can describe more. I've read 17+ pages and I really have no idea how the lead character, Daniella, looks like or what any of the scenes are like. Don't just tell us the story, "show" it to us.

Secondly, I think a little suspense here and there would help a lot. The plot keeps people coming back for more but suspense and curiosity would keep people eyes attached to the story.

Thirdly and lastly, this is not really important as your grammar is almost perfect and typos are had to come by but there still are a little typos every here and there, and if you plan on taking writing to the next level, you might want to go beyond dependency on automatic Spelling Checkers and actually read through for typos and grammatical errors.

All in all, this is a beautiful story, and more ink to your pen. Shallom .

PEACe.

dadido:
@chistar should we expect part 2?

Yup... coming sooner than you think

Captivating Piece. Thumbs up to the author.

lexaydfg:
Men....i dey feel ds tori die....ride on op

welcome on board.

@ritababe, i see you

THC 1.3.5 - 1.3.6

THC 1.3.1 - 1.3.4

Ladies and gentlemen, I bring to you the very first of it's kind. A picto-serial story on Nairaland.

The series officially airs live on Twitter on Mondays and Thursdays by 8PM prompt. And would be posted here the following day.

Kindly read and feel free to drop your constructive criticism as well as valuable comments.

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The Title, thoughts, plot, characters, settings, quotes and all its contents are properties of the author.
No part of this work; either in parts or in whole should be reproduced in any format; electronic or otherwise without permission from the author.
You can reach the writer on the following platforms.

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© Chistar01

The highly anticpated new story is finally here. Kindly click on the link to get the details https://sochistar./2016/06/20/thc-a-dealers-tale/

Hmmm... Okay. I'm watching this space closely

Hi guys, after much considerations and delibrations, I've decided to host the Twitter story life on twitter every Mondays and Thursdays by 8pm. As a result of this, the premier would come this Monday 20th by 8pm so mark your calendars. My handle is @Chistar_ follow me.
Juat to get you interested and anticipate it, here is a sneak preview of the premier chapter. Kindly read and drop your comments here.

The title is THC - A Dealer's Tale.

PEACe

ANNOUNCEMENT

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I SEE Y'ALL WONDERFUL COMMENTS AND I'M REALLY FLATTERED. MAYBE THIS STORY MIGHT JUST HAVE A PART 2... JUST MAYBE....

PEACeI

Consistency bro... consistency.

EPILOGUE

HENRY

Every man must decide whether he will walk in the light of creative altruism or in the darkness of destructive selfishness.
- Anonymous

A lot was going on in my mind as I sat at the back roll of the waiting hall of[i] Agofure Inter-state Bus Park[/i] located at Mile 2, Lagos. I was waiting for my bus number to be announced.

Not many people can make this claim but I had looked death in the eye balls and survived. Just in case you don’t know how frats work, let me enlighten you a bit. Firstly you need to understand that there are hundreds of frats in Nigeria and every one of them are either allies or rivals to each other. Amongst all the rivalries, one of the worst and most fatal is that of The Supreme Vikings Confraternity (SVC) and The Buccaneers Association of Nigeria (BAN).

The littlest of things such as maybe wearing a red and black coloured wrist band can make a Bucketman go after an unsuspecting individual who may had ignorantly worn it, why? Because the colours Red and Black are associated with us Norsemen. We don’t like ourselves for any reason and the rivalry can be traced back to our origin where we, the SVC, broke out from the BAN due to issues I will rather not publicly state because of our secrecy oath.

Ebuka happened to be the Grand eye, the National Head of BAN and I was the National K2 of SVC, only one man stands above me in the entire country. So that should explain my shock when I saw Ebuka walk into Amaka room.

This little case where I still stand by my conviction that Agbaya deserved to die had now brought ever ruthless Ebuka and his boys to my door steps and it was evident that I was good as dead if I waited for a minute so I had to take off. Sadly my friend and brother, Maxwell, was left behind and killed because he was a friend of a Norseman. The friend of a Norseman is not a Norseman.



“Announcement! Please check your ticket, if you have an A Bus to Port Harcourt kindly move to the back of the park, your bus is ready for boarding,” I suddenly heard a voice announce from the speakers, snapping me back to reality.

I looked at my ticket and saw B-09 written on it, so I relaxed as that was clearly not my ride. In light of everything that had happened, I woken up the next morning and decided to travel to Port Harcourt to lay low and wait to see what would be the outcome of the case while I plotted my next line of actions. Coincidentally, the Alpha Marine Deck of The SVC lies at the University of Port Harcourt where the frat was established so it was basically home coming for me.

I brought out my phone and made a phone call to someone who I believed an owed an apology.

“Hello Funmi,” I had said as she picked up the call.

“Why are you calling me?” she fired.

“I know no amount of apology can change all that has happened but I want to assure you that his death won’t go unpunished,” I said.

She was quiet for a few seconds and then said rather calmly, “Please Henry, I would appreciate if you just leave me alone and never call me.

With that, the line went dead.

I stared at my phone screen and wanted to call her back but decided to respect her wish, so I made a phone call to someone else.

“Henry?” Amaka asked in shock as she picked the call.

“Yes, it’s me,” I reply calmly.

“Henry where are you? Everybody is looking for you, the police, student, everybody!”

“I am somewhere safe. Amaka I owe you an apology for how things turned out,” I said calmly. I figured that I owed her that much because if I had been available to calmed her down when she panicked, then maybe she would not have had any reason to confide in that bitch, Mary-Anne.
“It’s okay, I was the one that forced the issue into your hands,” she said.

“Where is Mary-Anne?” I asked.

“I’m not sure but I believe she’s under protective custody,” Amaka replied.

I sighed, protective custody in Nigeria is surprisingly more efficient than you imagine.

“Okay, I’ll be totally of the grid for a while but don’t worry, I’ll find a way to keep in touch,” I promised knowing I needed her to be where she was as she would be one of my ears on campus.

“Alright,” she said and there was a long pause before she added, “you know Maxwell is…?” She wanted to ask but could not bring herself to say the word ‘dead’.

“I know,” I quickly said to save her the burden of accepting the fact. “I hope you are not blaming yourself for his death because it’s definitely not your fault,” I consoled.

“I know, but it would give me great comfort to know that the people responsible go unpunished,” she said, I could literally feel the coldness of her words.

“I know,” I said and hung up.

“Announcement! Please check your ticket, if you have an B Bus to Port Harcourt kindly move to the back of the park, your bus is ready for boarding,” I heard the announcer say again and this time I knew that was my bus so I stood up and threw my back over my shoulder and headed for the back of the park as instructed.

It took about twenty minutes for the bus to full but once it did, it zoomed off with me sitting at the extreme back seat, staring at the sun as it rose through the window.

The pain I feel every time in my heart when thoughts of Maxwell cross my mind is better left experienced than described but I swear on my mother’s grave that someone would pay for his death, because forgiveness is a sin.

***
FUNMI

Love is a very complicated and confusing concept. Even the people with the hardest of hearts have at one point in their lives given love a chance to grow but at the end love always disappoints us all.

I never thought I would fall for any guy, let alone for the exact kind of guy I always preach against to my unsuspecting ignorant female friends. But when love eventually paid me a visit, it crept in like a thief in the night and was embodied in Maxwell.

I had liked the guy from the first day I set my eyes on him. His curly hair and great physique were outstanding features but his swagger and confidence when he approached me that first day where he offered to help carry my box was what got my interest. Not once had a guy ever tried to talk to me when my dad was around and I frankly did not know what scared off the guys, but Maxwell clearly did not care about that.

I did not plan to fall in love that day but from that day on, a portion of my heart went to him and the portion kept on growing as we went through a few beautiful and ugly moments together.

His death felt like someone had placed my heart on a railway and allowed a train run over it. I felt so much pain that I thought about suicide several times but Ayo, who I knew would not allow that always had her eyes on me as she whispers words of comfort into my ears every night as I laid on my bed with a drip plugged into my blood stream.

I refused to eat for days so my dad had called our family doctor who advised I was given food supplements and thus the idea of the drip.

I cannot accurately describe all I went through but after about a month, I recovered fully after a made two resolutions in my mind.


One, love was for the weak and secondly, only the good die young.

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PS: And it's a wrap! I thank everyone who has been on this thread, read the story and dropped their thoughts. I write for you guys because whats the point of writing if no one reads? so I acknowledge and appreciate your support.

While I work on my next 'big' story, I plan on running several short stories on twitter as the poll I ran some days back came back with a positive result so keep your fingers crossed for that. Details would be announced on my blog and maybe here.

The book, Why I Want To Be Bad would also be properly edited and modified a bit every here and then for publishing on several online stores for just chicken change so look out for that.

All in all, it's been a long and pleasant ride, so thank you.

*takes a bow*

PEACe

Just wow.

chocckidd:
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"See matters ooo, una Dey try sha. This kind thing for uniport na 10k matter, you settle sherriff na there e end" Olabisi said "but you sef lose guard wey you let them hold you"

"Shey I don gist you about my admission runs for Uniport? Na just 100k and e sure die, any course wey you want. Na wetin I use enter."

druxy:
and u thought chistar promised us update today

Monday. sorry. My weekend is always crowded but I always forget it.