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Cykik: OMG. Wtf. Chistar i never saw that coming. Now that's the suspense am talking about. I wonder what jummy would do. Nice though.

okulajaadewumi: O.M.G, running back from christar's blog. WTF.

*lips zipped*

EPISODE 30A.

In life, there are certain inevitable things. Things like falling in love or hating someone, things like having friends and enemies, things like having a heartbreak and being betrayed. Sometimes, we get to experience this things once in a life time, other times we don't, but the major point is they must happen to all of us.

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WEDNESDAY MORNING, 5:06AM.

The ridiculously loud sound of the bed-side alarm, blaring like a hysterical police siren woke Jummy up the next morning.

Without opening her eyes, she stretched hands to the bed-side table and pushed the alarm of the table so vigorously that it flew an incredible distance away from from its initial position. It immediately went quiet and it was certain that it had broken into pieces.

Jummy sighed, that was the third alarm she was buying this month and the previous two had all spoilt in the same pattern. She knew she needed to wake up early and her idea of early was 6 - 7AM, not the usual 5AM she seemed to be waking up more often nowadays, thus the alarm.

She stretched her arms and rolled on the bed only for her body to collide with someone else, then she recalled the whole event of the previous night with John, she smiled. They hadn't had sex persay, but what they did gave almost the same pleasure, John sure knew how to 'work' her.

She sat upright and picked up her white Blackberry 9780 in which the led was already blinking which only meant she had a message, she unlocked it and saw she had over six messages from BBM, thirty two from whatsapp, three from wechat and four emails, all in one night.

What's wrong with all this whatsapp people? Don't they sleep at night? Jummy lamented in frustration, there was no way she was going to read all those messages now, she went to her mail instead.

One of the mails was from Zainab who just wanted to check on her, Jummy guess Zainab must have pinged her and when she got no reply, she sent a mail, she quickly replied the mail telling Zainab a summary of everything that has been happening in her life, work had been tedious for both of them and they didn't have much time to hang out as often as before.

The next two were from a certain Bridget Handson, with the topic "Donations." Jummy smirked, she knew it was a scam message from all those hungry scammers who lacked new ideas. She read it anyway and noticed she was right as the message contained something about giving Jummy six million US dollars to donate to churches and orphanage because the supposed owner, Bridget Handson was about to pass on and wants to help people with her money before she died, Jummy deleted the message immediately.

The last mail was from Stephen, and it contained all the details of their trip that was that morning, Jummy quickly scanned the message and ran to the bathroom, she had almost forgotten she had to be at the airport by 6:30AM.

In less that thirty minutes, she was dressed and set to go, she dropped a note telling John where she was going and how sorry she was.

She went out of the house, entered her car and zoomed off to the airport.

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They both stared at each other in silence for a long minute in silence, they seemed to both be people of very few words as just the other day they did a similar thing over the phone. The competition of who would talk first. But this was a slightly different case.

"That question wasn't rhetorical," Zainab said as she noticed Henry obviously wasn't planning on answering her anytime soon.

"Err.. What question?" Henry asked, looking serious.

Zainab sighed. "are you stalking me?" She rephrased and summarised the previous question.

Henry bursted out loud into an uncontrollable laughter, his laughter was infectious and Zainab found herself laughing too even though she didn't really get what was so hilarious.

"Me? Stalking you?" Henry asked in a mocking tone. "I told you I was a writer the last time we saw, didn't I?"

"Yes you did, and you also said you were an hairdresser, you never said you were and actor too, so are you stalking me?"

"Well, apparently, I wrote this screenplay and Mr Tunde instructed that I directed the movie myself since no one else would understand the plot as the person who wrote it." Henry gave a proud grin the reminded Zainab about Barrister Boniface. "Just so you know, I'm not really acting any important role... Hell!" He exclaimed "I'm not even going to say a word."

Zainab wasn't convinced yet, "so why are you wearing an armour costume and I recall that you were swinging a sword when I walked into the studio."

"Its a war movie, and war movies need warriors and warrior are made up of people. I'm not taking any serious role, I'll just fight in the supposed war and I'll probably be one of those that would be killed." His tone was low, he didn't seem to excited about dying in his own movie.

Zainab smiled and gave a sigh of relief, she had been convinced, "so how long is this movie going to be shot?"

"Its meant to take three months, but considering the fact that we have been acting this movie since nine weeks before you came, I guess we have just three more weeks before we would be done with the blockbuster." Henry grinned.

Zainab went mute for a minute, thinking about something.

Just as if Henry had read her mind, he said, "so I guess this means we would be seeing a lot of each other for the next three weeks?"

Zainab didn't reply and looked away as Henry grinned in excitement.

"Ma'am, If that would be all, I'll like to return back to duty." He said in a mocking tone.

"You don't have to call me ma'am." Zainab replied.

Henry just winked and walked away leaving Zainab standing there, probably perplexed.

"Step two accomplished." Henry murmured inaudibly as he picked up his sword and continued swinging it.

TO BE CONTINUED (6PM).

PS: I've been talking about "shock" and unexpected things since, well, its in the part B of this episode. The full episode is already on my blog. Click on this link >> http://sochistar./2013/11/15/b•i•t•c•hshocked-episode-30/ to read the continuation on my blog now!
PEACe.

linpok: Oga
PizzA abi na Chista,I hail o!

lol, I see you.

Cykik: Hi chistar.

Are you planning on publishing this story? Its kinda cool to do so.

I hope I do. .

NEW UPDATE IN A BIT.

@sapph - aiity.
@ladyfell - obvious hun? Okay oh.
@Agunblaze - lol, thanks bro. Trying to make sure my head doesn't swell.

GOoD morning guys, you won't believe what would happen in today's update... Asin, even me wey dey type am still never believe am. Okay, make I go complete am before I talk 2much and spoil d suspence .

@sapphiredamsel - Lol, If I was a MOD, you would have been banned by now, I read the first paragraph and I was like "wah da fucck?" But then I scrolled down and started laughing my asss out, thanks for the compliment and I'll look out for your "Critique ooo, not criticism"

Daniel2802: Am just speechless.

I guess that's a good thing.

EPISODE 29B

Cristiano Ronaldo ran so fast that Usain Bolt would have felt threatened, he had just received a perfect through ball from Xabi Alnoso and he was in a great position to score, but he just had to beat Puyol, Pique and Victor Valdes who were the last line of defence. Puyol saw Ronaldo coming and quickly ran forward to stop him before he entered the box 18, Ronaldo saw him and just as Puyol was about to slide, he executed the perfect snake bite technique and gave Puyol enough space to fall down on the floor. The Madrid fans in the stands roared at this as they could smell a goal. Just Pique and Valdes to beat, Ronaldo pressed forward, Pique was wise not to plunge forward so he stood his grounds and let Ronaldo run to him, that was his mistake. Ronaldo counted the "leg over" move the first time, Pique still stood, he counted same move the second time, Pique still stood and as he counted it the third time, he added a little "cutting" and ran past Pique who still stood, the fans bursted out in laughter as Pique stood marvelled and wondering where Ronaldo passed, the naughty cameramen focused the camera at Shakira who stood at the stands laughing at her husband, but quickly composed herself as she saw the camera was on on her. Ronaldo had just Valdes to beat this time, without thinking much about it, he kicked the ball to the far end of the post where he knew it would take a magic trick to save Valdes, Valdes knew this and didn't even bother diving for the ball... AND ITS A GOAL!!! The commentator screamed as the whole stadium went wild with madrid fans jumping and screaming in joy.

Zainab switched off the station and went straight to the bathroom. It was tuesday morning and she had to prepare for work, she had purposely woken up early so as to watch a little sport before she prepared for work, she knew she was going to be directing a lot of sporting shows and decided it would be best if she started liking sports and what better way that to watch a classical match between Barcelona and Real Madrid, she knew if that wasn't enough for her to get her interest in football, nothing else will... The good news was that she was impressed by the drama that came with football and decided to start watching more matches.

In no time, she was dressed and on her way to work.

She got to work and just as the previous day, Michael the intern handed her the file which contained her To-Do-List for the day. She gracefully took it and walked to her office, she dropped her hand bag on the desk and immediately started going through the file.

She picked up the green sheets and saw she had a soap opera to direct in few minutes time, she quickly went through the plot and headed to Studio C where the shot was taking place.

She wasn't so bothered this time because she herself was an actress who had starred in many movies and soap operas, so she knew one or two things about acting, likewise directing.

She opened the door of the studio and walked straight in, she was confronted with a huge room filled with people and a green stage up front. Pieces of armours and swords were littered all over the place and shirt-less actors paraded the room, trying to memorise their lines, some were practising how to fight with a blunt swords. It seemed like a gladiator Roman Empire movie. And it was apparently going to be the first from Nigeria, "Nice," Zainab sighed in approval.

She picked up a public address system, "hello everyone."

Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to look at Zainab who was already standing on a podium.

"I'm Zainab Anderson and I'm the new overall director, please who is in charge here?" She asked.

One of the actors who was wearing an armour and practising how to swing a sword turned over to Zainab and removed the helmet, "I am in..." He wanted to say but paused in shock as he saw who asked.

Zainab was surprised as well, and paused for a bit, she didn't want to cause a scene so she quickly spoke up, "okay, good. Can I speak with you?" She asked.

"Ye... Yea, sure." He stuttered. He dropped the sword and helmet on the table that was nearby and screamed "everyone please continue what you were doing," he walked toward Zainab.

"Zainab, what are you doing here?" He asked as he got close to her.

"I should be asking you that. Is this your way of making sure I don't run before our supposed date this weekend?" Zainab asked with a grin, a confused grin.

It was Henry.

TO BE CONTINUED.

PS: sorry its comming late, I was busy.

Hy cykik, thanks for your comment, and I've taken note of everything you said. I don't know if you read "My Complicated Love Story" before I removed it or maybe "school life." I try to involve comedy, action, romance(sex), love, hate, betrayal and every other thing in my stories. What I'm trying to say is, don't worry, I've got it all covered, this story is going to have more than 50episodes, so you are in for a long and jolly ride. Thanks for reading.

stunningjudy: chistar u v a nice story. u wont beliv I read frm pg1-22 in a day. good work

thanks babes, you were right about me not believing though.[quote author=Eni~girl]ISwear ur 3 much z an understatement..ur jez 2 perfect!!![/quote]and the prodigal daughter returns , thanks dearie.

ladyfeli: U reali lyk bruno mars esp his "jst d wae u re". True or yes

You caught me, I'm a huge fan of his and let's just say I have a history with that song .... But why isn't there a "NO" option?

Melancholy: CHISTAR,u just too much with ur write-ups and the way u carry ur fans along.And to John, am sorry for berating u ooo.I no know say the guy na puritanist sha.

lol, berate? Nah, you didn't, I loved it. Thanks.

agunblaze: shee dat john be gay?well i suspect he is an hermaphrodite.john 2 dey dull....bt aniway i love ur write-ups.i dey follow u oh.expectin d next episode*wink*

lol.. Opinion noted. Thanks.

shollaire: Nice update. However,Instead of just writing, 'The full episode is on MY BLOG', the bolded should be a link to ur blog. This way, u ll generate more traffic from the newbies 2 ur blog. My candid opinion though. I still remain... Manchistar fan

hmmm, a link? That makes sence, I'll add one right away and continue that way.

EPISODE 29 A.

People don't just hate because they want to, they hate because they don't undertand. In simple and direct words - they hate what they don't understand - soCHISTAR.

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"Her eyes, her eyes - makes the stars look like their not shinning/ her hair, her hair - falls perfectly without her trying/ she's so beautiful, and I tell her everyday/ I know, I know - when I complement her, she won't believe me/ and its so, its so - sad to think that she don't see what I see/ but every time she ask me, do I look okay? I'll say..." Were the lyrics of Brunomars - Just the way you are that Jummy murmured to her self as she left the bedroom to join John in the sitting room.

She expected John to turn and look at her while she stood at the entrance but he didn't, he was already busy with the brandy, for a second, Jummy regretted offering him the drinks before going to change, but then again, it wasn't such a bad idea, she thought.

She had to walk to his front before he actually saw her.

From John point of view, he just stared at the most beautiful and curvy woman in the whole wide world. Jummy was wearing a pink see through gown that was just slightly above her kneels, and to top it, she wore only a pair of sparkling white panties under it, so John could see her huge cups and the protruding black n1pples which stood at attention just at the front of the cups.

John had severally pictured Jummy naked mentally and the pictures hadn't been a nice one. Jummy was chubby, she had a lot of flesh and was pretty huge, so he had expected a stomach filled with stretch marks and sagging boobs, not like that mattered much to him though, but well, that was just his thoughts.

After a long minute of dead silence - if a pin had dropped, the sound would have been heard, Jummy finally spoke. "Hello John," she tried to sound as seductive as she could, slowly pronouncing the name.

John looked down at the bulge down low and sighed, he didn't even know he had gotten erect.

"Hello Jummy," John replied in a failed attempt of sounding seductive.

Jummy smiled, and walked closer to John, she took the half filled glass of brandy from his hand, "let's keep this aside for a while," she said, and dropped the glass on the table beside the couch.

She sat on his laps, facing him and before John could say John Mikel Obi, Jummy leaned over and kissed him lightly, then quickly disengaged from his lips, she waited to see what would happen next.

As expected, John leaned towards her, and kissed her, and this time Jummy responded by kissing back, for several minutes they 'Frenched' kiss each other.

As the kissed, John suddenly placed his hands on Jummy's waist and slowly moved it upwards till he got to the cups, they were too big for his hands to hold so he expertly grabbed them from under and squeezed upward, Jummy moaned inaudibly and John knew he was doing pretty well.

He kissed her harder to suppress the moan and he squeezed harder, Jummy couldn't hold it anymore so she stopped him and stood up, in one quick movement, she removed the gown... Lo and Behold, the twin towers were let loose.

She bent over and grabbed John's hand as he stared sheepishly with his mouth wide open, she cat walked to the bedroom while literally dragging him right behind her.

As she walked into the bed room, she pushed him down on the bed and bent over to un-buckle his jeans, she must have had a lot of experience in removing guys jeans because it took her nothing less than five seconds to remove the jeans and throw it on the TV set which hung at the southern wall, she grabbed his dick through the boxers and wanked it, then without removing it she crawled upward and kissed him again, she moved to his ear and bit it slightly, John moaned, he had no idea bitting of the ear could give such pleasure.

He voluntarily removed his shirt and left just the boxers.

Jummy love where this was head and was super Hot, as she kissed him, she let her free hand wander downwards to the boxer and just when she was about to slide her hands into it...

"Wait!" John suddenly said.

Jummy paused and gave him an inquiring look.

John sighed and shrugged, he pushed lightly her off his body and sat upright on the bed, "we can't do this," he said.

"Why not? I want it, you want it so what's all the fuss about?" Jummy asked getting really confused, or was it sad? She didn't know exactly how she felt.

"I love you too much Jummy, I'll prefer if we get married before we do anything." John said.

Jummy was shocked at John's reply, in a good way. Jummy couldn't believe her luck, John was romantic, rich, funny, a christian and now he just proved how much respect he had for her?

She sat up right beside John and pecked him, "I love you too."

John turned to look at her in the eyes, and Jummy assumed he was about to say something romantic, "it you don't put on something now, I might not be able to resist you twice." He said and they both laughed out loud.

It was a nice night for Jummy and she didn't want to spoil it so she settled for dropping a letter be she left for China the next day and apologise over the phone, he would definitely forgive her, or so she thought.

TO BE CONTINUED by 6PM.

PS: Click here >> http://sochistar./2013/11/14/b•i•t•c•h-coincedence-or-not-episode-29/ to read the full episode on my blog NOW.

kennybelle: This is getting more interesting n suspense filled, even after d court scene. Me like it, thank u fellow Nigerian ( in OBJ‘s voice to Chistar)

.thanks.

may01: Lol You see what?

nurin important. .

NEW UPDATEd IN A BIt.

may01: I couldn't understand any single thing!! I didn't wanna skip it so as not to miss any important detail.A lovely story you've got here.

oh! I see...

Sheenor: NoP.......in as much as yuh drop it in one of yur nxt 2 update.......

yes sir!

Thankgodtt: More grease to ur elbow, or shld I say more sperm 2 ur d!ck?

lol.. All join. Thanks..

Smhart1: You do good. Nice one

thanks miss.[quote author=sкчscrαρεr™]Mehn, Chistar must have been in a good mood to drop this update in the morning, or so i thought.

Since Richard has gone to exile i' am begining to like Jummy.

Nice update bruv, just so you know, you're my role model on this section.[/quote]good mood? Yea, I think, I just woke up and felt the urge to type and I knew I won't have much tym 2 typ during d day;d. Role model? Hmmm, thanks, my head is officially swelling

Mcweber: Pls don't tell ‎​Me John didn't knack the akpako abi is he crazy?

gini bu akpako?

linpok: Na so me reason am too o,bt sha no b evridai b sunday u knw

lol, u no serious.

Melancholy: Oh! So richard could still go further in his career without been bankrupt?And to zainab, don't underrate richard cos he got skills even though he's not cash loaded for now.Oga john why u dey dull nau?!

he is a survivor.

Sheenor: can't wait for the shock.........

err... Watch out 4 d next "TWO" episodes, I might not have enough space to drop the "shocker" in the next update.

Jummy was lost in her own thoughts, she was trying to get a suitable reason why John hung up and no matter how deep she thought, no reason seemed suitable or reasonable enough.

She was going for a business trip and she told him, so he hung up? What does that even mean? She wondered.

She decided to call again and get some answers directly from him.

He picked on the third ring.

"Hello," she said.

"Yea, hi." John replied coldly, Jummy knew the normal John would never reply that way.

"John, what's wrong? The trip is just two weeks, not like I'm going to spend the rest of my life there." Jummy complained, mumbling words together.

John sighed, he realised he had really over reacted, "I'm sorry babes, I'm just having a bad day and adding the fact that I won't see you in a long while just made my day worse."

"Oh! I'm so sorry." Jummy had an idea, "okay, you know what?"

"What?" John asked excitedly.

"The trip is in next tomorrow so I'm going to take a one day leave tomorrow all in the name of preparation for the journey but I'll spend the whole day with you."

John literally started jumping, "you would do that for me? No work, no interruption? Just you and I?"

"Yes! I mean it. Anything for you. But..." She was cut short by the ringing of the office phone. It was probably a business call.

"But what?" John asked.

"Bit duty calls, I'll call you later on."

John accepted and let her hung up.

Jummy picked the office phone, "hello."

"Yea, hello. There has been a switch in plans Jummy." The caller said immediately.

Jummy immediately recognised the voice and it was Stephen's, why he called the office phone instead of her cell phone was a question she had no answer to.

"Change of plans? What do you mean?"

"The trip? We have to leave first thing tomorrow morning."

Jummy opened her mouth to let out a scream in shock but no sound came out. "Why? What happened."

"I'm currently emailing you all the details. Bye, I need to get prepared." Stephen replied and hung up.

Jummy just sighed out of frustration and laid her head on the desk.

John won't take this sudden change of plan lightly, she thought.

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It took quite a long time due to the bottle neck traffic she encountered on her way home, but after spending two hours on the road, Zainab finally cruised into her compound.

The house was actually Richard's and Zainab had expected him to come for it immediately he got out of prison but to her greatest surprise, he never came. So she kept on living in it and stashed a huge sum that was enough to rent a nice house in the bank just in case he came suddenly.

"Madam, I dey welcome come ko." The hausa gate man waved and greeted her in his horrible mixture of Hausa, english and pidgin.

It sounded like a question to Zainab but she didn't understand what he meant so she did what any one in her shoes would do, she just smiled at him and walked into the house.

She dropped her hand bag, undressed and went straight to the shower to freshen up and once she was done, she went to the kitchen to fix something to eat.

After opening the fridge and cupboards several times, she emptied the contents of a spaghetti pack into a pot of water and placed it on the fire she lit.

Then it was time to wait.

She went to the sitting room and switched on the Television set. As soon as it came on, the video of a popular Ghanian song was playing, it was one of her favourite song and she had no idea the video had been shot.

Unlike the current average day video where half naked girls rolled their butts all over the screen, this was uniquely different and had enough relevance to the song, she silently applauded the director and waited for the name of the director or studio to show on the screen.

Maybe I could contact him for a private lesson on directing, since she now had a similar job, she thought.

Finally, the video came to an end, and just before the a new song was put on play, the words: "A Richard Anderson Concept" appeared on the screen in a blue Comic Sans Ms font.

Zainab smiled, some people just don't give up, she still wondered why he had to steal the two million from her when he could have just asked and she would have gladly given him without much hesitations. Men and their ego, she thought.

She knew the hope she had had before of calling him was like the possibility of Osita Iheme, popularly known as "Paw Paw" in the movie "Aki na Paw Paw", marrying Mitchelle Obama. Yes, that impossible.

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After rounding up at work, Jummy finally decided to call John, she knew telling him the new development won't be nice and fair to him, so she invited him over to her house, which he gladly accepted even though it was already getting late.

By 8:30PM, which was exactly an hour later, Jummy got home and quickly freshened up, she laid on her bed and for the first time in a long while, she recalled her family - her parents in particular.

Her mum had been a pain in the butt, always reminding her of how old she was and the fact that Jummy hadn't married yet, let alone bring grand kids home.

Jummy didn't understand what the big deal was in bearing kids and wasn't just ready so she killed all means of communication with her mum by dumping the SIM her mother had the number to and getting a new one, she knew it was wrong and unfair, but she was tired of the endless phone calls from her mother. Even when she ignored the call, her mum would call till her battery died.

The truth of the matter was even though Jummy acted all "area mama" on the outside, she was a sucker for love and loved kids too, but wasn't going to have a baby outside wedlock all because of her mother so she patiently waited for the right guy who would come into her life and sweep her off her feet.

In her own opinion, that guy was John.

She was sure he was the one she had been waiting for all this years and decided there was nothing wrong in making him the father of her baby. She silently decided to give him something she never had hoping to make him and her mum happy at the same time, it seemed like an all win situation.

She picked up her phone and dialled her mum number which she knew by heart.

Her mum picked on the first ring.

"Hello."

"Hello, mammi?" Jummy asked.

Her mum immediately recognised the voice, "Jumoke? Na you be this?"

"Yes mum, na me. How body dey do you na?" Jummy asked in pidgin, trying to quickly raise a topic before her mum starts to lament on how she disappeared.

"I still dey breath sha, even after that 'winch' wey dey live for opposite my house don try kill me two times," her mum replied coldly. She had had no contact whatsoever with any "witch" but well, old age can make people act strangely.

Jummy was used to such response, she knew her mum pretty well, "no worry ma, baba God dey your side." Jummy played along, she recalled trying to explain to her mother that the fact she woke up later than usual or missed her steps and fell doesn't mean a witch was trying to kill her, and she recalled how it all ended, Jummy wasn't ready for a round two.

"Yes oh my daughter, you dey correct, I just pray say the same God wey dey my side go allow me see my grand pikin before I go join my mama," her mum said, indirectly raising the topic Jummy once dreaded.

"Don't worry ma, he would. I'm going to bring my husband to the house very soon," Jummy said with confidence, suddenly switching to English. she had no doubt John was eventually going to marry her.

"Ehn? Isi gini?" (What did you say?) Her mum asked in Igbo, how her mum understood and spoke Yoruba, Igbo, Hausa and Efik still surprised Jummy.

"I said I'm getting married soon and you would have the grand child soon." Jummy repeated herself, a knock on her door startled her, she knew it was John. "Mum, I go call you back later, I put food for fire." Jummy lied.

She hung up before her mum could reply and went to open the door, she was right, it was John.

He wore a slim fitted black polo and black pencil jeans, he looked quite different in the new look, John was always on corporate shirts, never on polo.

It was a welcomed look as his broad chest protruded through the polo, Jummy felt she was in for a long night.

She let him in and before joining him on the couch, she grabbed a bottle of brandy and two glass cups from the kitchen, they need to get high a little bit.

Jummy dropped the drink and went to the bed room to change.

She wore a see through night gown with just her panties under and looked at herself in the mirror.

She approved the look, no guy in his right senses would be able to resist this, she thought.

Little did she know she was in for a shocker.

TO BE CONTINUED.

[quote author=Readone3.5L]sweet sweet
more updates
mr chistar[/quote]yes sir.

april wise: Nice update waiting for more

thanks.[quote author=sкчscrαρεr™]Nice update chistar, i even thought it was richard you were bringing back. BTW, i dropped a comment on your blog when you posted the previous update, i was expecting a reply but i got none.[/quote]oh! I haven't had much time to reply my comments, its replied now though.

Daniel2802: You never can predict this story.

I try my best to make sure of that.

Smhart1: Which kind update be this.chistar abeg do normal

err... I would.

EPISODE 28.

We all picture a pathway to success that would be straight and broad, but truth be told, the path to success is never straight - soCHISTAR.

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MONDAY.
TIME - 7:23PM.

At long last, the day ended for Zainab. It hadn't been as bad as she had thought it would be, well, not totally.

She picked up her bag as she walked out of her office, heading to the car park, tonnes of "bye bye ma'am" followed her and she just waved and smiled in response.

She got to the car park and saw her Brown Murano neatly parked at the front of the "DIRECTOR" signboard, exactly how she left it, for some strange reasons, she smiled and headed toward the car.

She used the car's remote to unlock the car as she approached it and by the time she got close enough, the doors were already opened, she casually walked in and as she inserted her car keys into the ignition, her phone buzzed. She had a call.

She looked at the screen and saw it was a strange number. She tried to recall who she gave her number to recently but no name rang in her head so she picked the call out of curiosity. She just hoped it wasn't a TOP employee calling to tell her something that might require her to go back into the office.

She kept quiet and waited for the caller to speak first. It was her custom not to speak first when a strange caller calls, she used the advantage to quickly analyse the voice to know if it was familiar and to know how exactly to reply.

The caller didn't speak for a while neither, he too had the same custom as Zainab, so it literally, it was a game of wits, who ever spoke first would be the looser.

At first, Zainab wasn't really bothered, after all it was her airtime that was wasting but after thirty long seconds and no sound Zainab considered dumping her custom and speaking first.

She was about to say hello, when she was cut short at "hel" but the caller who quickly said: "Hello, please is this Zainab?"

She shrugged in victory. "Yes, this is her. Who am I speaking to?"

"Oh! Great. This is Henry." The caller replied excitedly, he sounded like he was very familiar with Zainab.

Zainab looked confused, she could recall a certain Henry from her alma mater at Canada and she knew there was no way this was him.

"Henry? From where?" She asked.

"So you have forgotten me so soon?" Henry asked in a low tone, "well its normal sha, that how beautiful ladies treat guys like me."

Zainab wanted to ask how exactly that response answered her question but she kept her cool and decided to play along. "Anhan!" She exclaimed. "Its not like that na, I've just had a lot in my head of recent and seem to forget a lot of things."

"Yea yea. Do you recall that guy that gave you a ride home the day your car got stolen at the club?"

Zainab flashed back and immediately recalled the whole incident, and how she indirectly gave him her number in exchange for a ride home. She smiled, he was pretty a fun guy. She recalled that much.

"Oh! Its you? Am so sorry, but you never called even though I gave you my number about a month ago, what did you expect?" Zainab finally replied.

"Hey! I didn't call because not because I didn't want to call. Its just like work has been tedious of recent, and I barely have time for myself."

"Yea... Right." Zainab replied, waiting for the reason why he called.

He got the message, "anyway, I'm on leave now and I recalled I have the contact of the most beautiful lady from this part of the world but haven't really taken advantage of the privilege."

"Un-hun." Zainab replied indifferently, he attitude towards flattery hadn't changed.

"Well, I was wondering if you could do me the honour of going out with me this weekend?"

Zainab leaned back on her seat, "I'm not sure if I'll be free during the weekend." She replied, she had no plans and if it was a long term friend she would have jumped on the offer, but this was a different case.

"I expected you to say that, so I made my own plans to make sure you change your mind."

"What are you talking about?" Zainab asked, her interest was piqued.

"Well, if you say no, I'll have to hire kidnappers to abduct you from your house on saturday and make you go out with me by force." Henry sounded like he truly meant it.

"Are you indirectly threatening me?" Zainab asked grinning.

"I never said that. Let's just say you must go out with me this weekend by fire by force," Henry replied and a laughter followed.

Zainab smiled, she knew he was kidding about the 'kidnapping' threat but she like his approach.

"Okay, you know what?" She asked.

"What?"

"I'll think about it and see if I'll be able to clear my schedule for you. No promises made though."

Henry smiled, "I'll call you on friday to give you the details."

"Okay." Zainab replied.$

"Alright, talk to you later." Henry replied and hung up.

He sat down on the couch in his sitting room and closed his eyes.

"Step one accomplished." He murmured in audibly.

* * * * *


TO BE CONTINUED.

may01: That football part though,hmmnnnnn...
Nice one,Chistar

wah about it? .

Sheenor: alright!........got yur back.....

#bless bro .

Aghagba: Eh,i have children,pikin and kids

lol! Okay, I'll put dat in mind.

valkingsley: Hello Chistar, you're my superstar

awwww , dz jus made my day. I'm honourned bro.

Errr.. I won't be around by 6Pm to update and I didn't plan 4 dat, so I'll complete the update I was typing and update right away. Its just a scene and about half of the normal update, but its preety interesting. You won't believe who is back in the scene.

3500 - 4000 for a novel? In this present age? That pretty expensive oh. But I'm not a fan so I guess I can't really judge based on the quality. The maximum I can buy a novel is probably 2k and it has to be a Nora Robert novel, nothing more, nothing less...

Hey! Morning guys... Err... Hope u all slept well. A new give away comes up this weekend and from the way I see it, its probably going to be bigger and might have nothing to do with "babe in total control" but a different story... But who knows? It might not be.
Just thought I should let you guys know.

PEACe.

Melancholy: Yea,i loved what john did cos that won't make jumoke compromise john's feelings for anybody like the jobless boss, stephen choosed to be.

hmmm... Indeed.

Ms Spaqs: Lol i didn't skip any part ,Been long i saw a comment 4rm Simplifier though @Chistar

lol.. That's interesting. About Simplifier, you have a point, I guess she's just been busy because I just checked her profile and well... Do the maths .

DzTzl: me too! chistar u r so doing a nice job *thumbs up*

ladyfeli: I skipped d football part. Kul stori

lol, thought as much, the guys who watch lots of football would get the point I was trying to make with that scene, hopefully.

Temizy: Am enjyn ur gd work.kp it up

thanks babes

linpok: nice update Sire..tot I shld let u knw watz confusin me.........
D 5th paragraph: u said Musa was a retired MFC player..
D 8th paragraph: u mentioned Aresenal FC

#ThumBZ Up

thanks 4 pointing that out bro, I've corrected it.

Smhart1: Chistar am loving this story more. #speechles# but weldone

hmmm... even with the excessive football scene?i didnt expect girls to like it. thanks though ;

Aimedrey: hehehe! dat john guy z 4ni sha he was supsd 2 say smfn lyk "aww i'l miss you hon... wen r u cming bak" instead of hanging up

lol...

EPISODE 27 B

The stage was set, the cameras were rolling and the presenters were good to go.

On the stage, was the presenter who was to anchor the show and ask the questions, and two invited guests.

They were all clad in sleek black designers suit that would make even James Bond blush. Someone who probably saw them when they were leaving their houses that morning would have thought they were going to a very important meeting with the president of the United States of America.

The main presenter was a well built man of roughly twenty six, he was dark in complexion and of average height. The guests were both retired famous footballers.

"Good morning viewers, you are tuned in to 'Thirty Minutes Of Football with Osi'. What we do is break down and analyse everything that's been happenning in the world of football in thirty minutes. Today I have to special guests who don't need much introductions, on my left we have retired Arsenal FC forward, Musa Adamu and on my right we have two times africa best player, Iheanacho Kelechi." Osi kept quiet for a micro second and continued, "so let's get down to business, we start with topics making round here in our country Nigeria. Before we do that let's go for a short commercial break."

Zainab didn't need to yell cut before an advert was put on play, Zainab watched in silence, not because she was scared of things going wrong but because she had never been a fan of sports, let alone football, she hated football as a matter of fact and here she was, directing a football show. How ironic, she thought.

The advert ended and the cameras started rolling once again, "So Musa," Osi - the presenter started, referring to one of the guests, "what's your take on the current Nigerian football scene, do you think we are doing better compared to your days in the national team?"

Without much hesitations, Musa cleared his throat and replied. "You don't compare two generations in football so I can't give you a direct answer to that question." His accent was a mixture of the ideal Hausa accent where "FA" and "Ps" are mixed up and a slight British accept which he adopted during his years of playing for Arsenal in North-London.

He continued, "take for example, Lionel Messi and Christaino Ronaldo have both collectively broken almost all the football records the likes of Pele and Maradona set back in those days, would you now say that Messi is better than Pele?" Musa asked and waited for a answer but got non, so he continued, "no! You can't, and the reason is simple, the rules of the game has changed, the training facilities has changed, the stake and bars have been raised so comparing isn't really going to be fair. All I can say is, the super eagles, the super eaglets, the super falcons and all other national team are currently doing very well. Just this year, the senior male team won the CAF and the U-17 team won the World cup."

The presented was frustrated by the answer, he had hope for a simple yes or no reply but instead he was being asked if Pele is better than Messi.

What has that got to do with my question? He silently wondered.

He smile at Musa and turned to his other guest, "Iheanacho, during your time, you were nominated twice for the world best player, ever since then, no other Nigerian player has been nominated let alone win the prestigious award, does this mean that the standard of football in the country is falling?"

Iheanacho gave a enigmatic smile which made the presenter wonder what was behind the smile. "I don't think its falling, rather, like Musa said, the bars and stakes has been raised." He replied, and the presenter now knew what was behind the smile.

He wanted to ask more about it but something in him advised against it, so he moved on.

He turned to the front camera and he saw Mr Awoyinka who stood behind the camera, signalling him to move on to another topic and leave the Nigerian football scene.

"We are going to quickly move on to the foreign scene, the biggest matches we have this weekend are without any doubt, Arsenal versus Manchester United, Napoli versus Juventus and the almighty el classico, Real Madrid versus Barcelona." Osi turned to Musa, "Musa, what are your predictions?"

"You can't be hundred percent correct when predicting football, but! I think the winners this weekend would be Arsenal because they are in top form and are having a wonderful season so far and on the top of their league table, Napoli, and of course, I expect Real Madrid to take the el classico win because they are in pretty good form and Barcelona is short of Messi, I think we all know what that means."

"Nice analyses Musa, how about you Iheanacho, what's your prediction?"

"Well I think Man-U would win the match against Arsenal because its Old trafford and then there is Rooney and Van Persie who as far as history is correct are dangerous to Arsenal, I gave the seria A match to Napoli and I give the el clasico to Barcelona."

Osi checked the timer and he saw it was already almost thirty minutes, he need to end the show.

"Okay viewers, that's all we have for you today, if you have any suggestions or questions, you can send an Email to the email address showing on the screen at the moment. Have a splendid week."

"And cut!" Mr Awoyinka said in a low tone.

He turned to Zainab who looked bored as hell, "you did pretty well for a first day," he teased.

Zainab just smiled and walked out of the studio, she made a mental note to either bring a bed to the studio next week or leave everything related to the program in the hands of Mr Awoyinka.

So much for a first day, Zainab thought. She had expected her day one on the job would be fun, but so far, it had been everything but fun.

* * * * *

Jummy stood in silence for close to a minute, trying to really understand what was happening. How did Mrs Ogbonaya get the hint that something was going on between her and Stephen? She had thought the little stunt he had pulled which earned her the promotion had shookd her of the woman's radar.

"Miss Olukoya, I asked you a question," Mrs Ogbonaya snapped Jummy out of her thoughts.

"Err... Huh? You what?" Jummy stuttered.

Mrs Ogbonaya looked at Jummy plainly and repeated the question, "what's going on between you and Stephen?"

Jummy decided to go with the risky answer, "nothing ma," she replied and kept quiet, waiting for the worse to happen.

"Are you sure?"

Jummy briefly thought about her answer and affirmed it.

To Jummy's greatest surprise, Mrs Ogbonaya smiled and said, "Okay, if you say so. I'm aware you are both going on a trip soon, if he starts acting wierd or you have any complaint about him, don't hesitate to report him to me, I know how to handle him."

Jummy raised and eyebrow and then closed her mouth, she didn't even know when she opened it, "okay ma." She replied, it sounded more like a question.

"You may return to your work, you are doing pretty well by the way." Mrs Ogbonaya smiled once again and waved Jummy off.

In all her years of working at GNP, Jummy she had never seen Mrs Ogbonaya smile at all, let alone smile to her. Jummy knew there was something fishy about this whole set up,

But what was behind this Mrs Ogbonaya smile? Jummy asked herself as she walked back to her office deep in thoughts.

She got to her office and checked the date of departure and saw it was two days from now.

She took a deep breath, picked up her phone and dialled John's number.

* * * * *

John wasn't having the best of days neither. Two of his massive weaving machines which would take nothing less than a week to repair had crashed and he had just signed a contract to deliver a huge amount of materials in two days time to a new Federal School who wanted to have a uniquely different school uniform that couldn't be bought just anywhere.

And the thing with contract works was that a percentage of the final pay is deducted for each day the package is delivered, and with out those two machines, there was no possible way he could meet up with the deep line, he had to improvise otherwise, he would be so screwed.

He paced the length and breadth of his office, deep in thoughts, trying to think of a solution.

He could hear the voice of his dad in his head saying, "I trust you would make me proud, so I'm going to give you veto authority of my textile company. You would solely manage it for a while till you have proved that you can take over the entire branch of ADE companies." That was about five years ago.

So far, he hadn't been doing a good job, just months ago he lost a multi-billion contract with a foreign based designer company and now this? His dad would definitely be highly disappointed and there was no guessing how his dad might react.

Just then, his cell phone in his pocket went live, he hurriedly picked it up hoping it was the engineer with a good news on to see it was Jummy.

He smiled and for a split second, he forgot about all the problems he had in his life, he never really understood why Jummy presence of any sort made him react that way.

He picked up the call.

"Hello Jummiana ," he said excitedly.

Jummy chuckled, ever since they both heard a song which went like: 'Juliana, come take your medicine, o my God, you are my medicine." He had turned Jummy name to Jumiana to rhyme with Juliana.

"Hello John, I have something I need to tell you." Jummy said with all seriousness.

"Am all ears, you are my medicine so I think I really can't say no."

"I'm travelling to China in two days time." Jummy replied and waited for a response but she got non, rather, the call went dead as John hung up.

He had never hung up on her.

TO BE CONTINUED.

Daniel2802: The cover design of d school life should show students walking to school and a large school building.

not necessaryily, there are more dan a million ways to "show" a school scene. If you can help, kindly send me an email.

Ghyft: y do i fell dat soChistar is typing already Pls make d update very long to make up for d long wait

lol, I'm done with typing and I've posted it on my blog already

Mcweber: But wetin ‎​dey worry this Chistar guy na, cum and drop this tin na. suspense don nearly kill ‎​‎​Me ooooo.........

, okay, due to popular demand, I just posted it on my blog, if you aren't patient. just go there and read it, I post it here by 6PM and its titled "Jummy's delima"

Smhart1: Nawa for chistar

hmmm.. .

Sheenor: asin him dey keep yuh waitin bah?......don't worrie i guess him dey busy.......soon him go drop new update.......

thank u 4 telln her oh.

Aghagba: Patiently waitn.*shouts on children,kip quiet*

lol, so you have children? Hmmm.. Interesting.

Winnie1950: chistar if i come check by 6pm and i no see Update anything wey i do u make just take am like that.

, don't worry, I won't dissapoint you

Melancholy: Drop it this afternoon nau cos 6pm far ooo

the response 4rm you guys is great, I may just post it b4 6Pm, who knows? .