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EPISODE 18.

"Caro your body necessary... Caro carry leave story... Caro they make my head they turn... Caro they make want to loose am... Caro they make my head they bang... Caro they make my head they scatter... I'm looking for Caro..." Those were lyrics from L.A.X and Wizkid hit track, which blared from the speakers which were strategically placed round the "Club Underground, Lagos Island".

*** (I'm still wondering what tha fucck L.A.X was doing on that track. This was obviously the first track which would have brought him to the limelight but he sang just one verse and left wizkid to do the rest, am pretty sure most people fast forward the song when it gets to L.A.X verse... Okay, I'm already talking off point, maybe I'll write a complete music review on this song and post it on my blog - just a thought" ***

Anyway, as Zainab and Jummy stormed into the club, it seemed like time froze for a split second as everyone turned to stare at them in total silence, a waiter who was passing by with a tray filled with drinks collided into a couple who were dancing like their lives depended on it and BOOM!!!... Well, I'll leave you to imagine what happened to the waiter afterwards, just know that he spent the next 6 months in a hospital.

Jummy and Zainab were both aware of what their presence in the club was doing to all the men and they both smiled as the waved their hips while heading to the bar.

They got there, sat down and the bar tender finally came to attend to them.

"Can I take your orders please?" He asked in the most polite way he could, he wanted to give a good impression.

"Err.. I'll have the usual," Jummy replied.

Zainab was shocked, "the usual? You mean you've been here before?"

"You no think say I go just carry anyhow club na..." Jummy replied.

The waiter was getting impatient, couldn't they place their orders and talk later? He wondered, "do you need anything ma'am?" He asked Zainab.

"Oh! Am sorry, just bring two of anything my friend her says is the "Usual," thanks."

"Are you sure you want to drink what I ordered too?" Jummy asked, not exactly because she cared though.

"If you can drink it and make it the usual, then I can drink it too na! After all it can be as bad as that drink I drank some days ago at 'Spot One'," Zainab replied, reminding Jummy of that drink she drank on the night she and a certain Clement got intimate.

"Okay oh, its your problem, so where are the cute guys na, or aren't we attractive enough? This one no guy has approached us yet..." Jummy asked.

"Don't worry, just give it a little time... Time my friend," Zainab replied with grin, she sounded convincing and sure.

* * * * *

Meanwhile, at the other end of the same club sat three guys: Henry, Mathew and Oscar, they were talking and of course, drinking.

Amongst the three, only Henry wore sunshades - its funny how people where sunshades to a night club, what an Irony?.

Anyway, Henry was a fairly tall and hadsome guy of 29, "beans" brown in complexion and he had that kind of lips that would make you want to kiss him. Below his left ear, on his neck, was a tattoo; the tattoo looked like a cross if viewed from the front and like a star if view from the rare, the artist who drew it definitely did a swell job.

Mathew on the other hand, was almost as tall as Henry and of the same age grade, but was "M.T.N" yellow in complexion, he had already lost count of the amount of times people mistook him for an albino, and yes, he wasn't bad looking atall.

Thirdly, Oscar was sorta like the exact opposite, he was roughly the same height with a maltina bottle - okay, I agree that am just exagerrating but you get the idea, don't you? He also a swollen lip which looked like he had hit the lip on something hard, or maybe he was involed in a fight, who knows?

They were among the host of guys who were spell bound by the appearance of Jummy and Zainab.

Oscar was the one who broke the spell as he spoke first, "buts guys, did you see those two hot chicks that just walked into the club few minutes ago?" He asked the others.

"Oh boy, I see them oh, chai! That fat one yansh na die!!! E be like Julius Berger trailer," Mathew responded almost immediately, he seemed to be anxious.

"I they tell you!!! That "lepa" one come fine die and her b0obs no be here!!!" Oscar added.

"The bad thing be say, them pass our level, if we go follow them talk now, them fit slap us oh," Mathew said.

"Abi oh, I no know why we even come this kind club self, the girls wey get levels, get levels scatter. The girls wey no get levels, be like ashewo!" Oscar said with remorse.

"You just talk my mind now now, see that ashewo for that corner self," Mathew said, pointing towards the direction.

"No mind the mumu girl, she just they allow that bad guy press hin br3ast because of hin buy malt for am..." Oscar added, "forget that girl first, I for like follow those two hot chick talk na," he said, trying not to change the topic.

Mathew suddenly bursted out in an uncontrollable laughter, "Guy no think am! Ordinary 'hi', you no fit talk."

"Wetin be your own na, I just they talk my mind, who talk say I wan actually do am?" Oscar asked, already frustrated.

Oscar suddenly starred at Henry who had been quite all through their discussion and just sipping his red label wine in peace. Judging from his calm behaviour and choice of drink, he seemed to be a lot different from the other two. The other two guys were busy drinking beer.

"Guy, why you they quiet na? Abi the girls yansh don make you deaf and dumb?" Mathew asked.

"Eh? Wetin you just talk?" Henry asked.

"Hin say, your mama don born new pikin," Oscar replied sarcastically.

Henry mind seemed to be somewhere else, he just mumbled what Oscar just said in confusion, "mama? Pikin? Born? Wetin you they talk self?"

Oscar and Mathewboth started laughing at Henry, while he just starred at them in confusion.

"Guy, you no see those chicks wey just enter club now now?" Oscar finally asked, when the were done with laughing.

"Oh! Na those girls they make una piss for una pant?" Henry asked and started his own round of laughter.

"Make we set 100k say you no fit follow them talk now!" Oscar replied in annoyance.

"Oya na! Set am! I go carry that slim one number come now now self as a bonus," Henry boasted.

"God save you say I no hold cash here, I for chop your money," Henry replied, genuinely sad.

"I no hold cash here self, I go drop my Iphone! Since na useless phone you they use, just drop your car keys! You go use the 50k bail am when I win!" Henry urged on, he seemed sure of himself.

"Oya na! I no wan hear abeg oh or biko when I chop your money oh, if you never bail am in 3 days time, I go enter computer village, sell the phone oh! You agree?" Oscar added.

"Deal! I agree," Henry replied and then handed over his phone to Mathew, Oscar did the same to his car keys. Mathew was expected to act as the "boardman."

NB: boardman in this context simply means a refere and judge.

As soon as Mathew had made sure both Oscar and Henry knew the predicament of what they were about to do and let them know about the rules, he gave Henry the go ahead, Henry stood up and headed to the bar where Zainab and Jummy, who were the "hot chicks," were sitted.

* * * * *

Meanwhile, AT THE BAR.

"So how was your day by the way na? I'm sure you and that Prosper guy of P-cube would have at the very lease exchanged numbers.. I trust you na..." Jummy said to Zainab.

"Collect number ke? Abeg change the topic, I don't want to talk about it..."

"Hmmm, you would gist me later on sha, that's all I know," Jummy replied.

"Whatever, enhen, I've spoken with that lawyer oh, that Boniface guy, funny to think that I was expecting one old man that would probably be ugly too..."

"Isn't Boniface an old man?" Jummy asked, she had picture Boniface in the same manner as Zainab.

"Tah! He is far from old oh, the man is H.A.N.D.S.O.M.E! To the core!" Zainab took her time to spell out the word, "to be frank with you, I even undresses him with my eye."

"E be like say I go follow you go your next meeting oh, how did the meting go anyway?"

"It was annoying at the beginning but it got better and I guess everything is now in order, he is working of getting an arrest warrant presently," Zainab replied.

"Oh! Arrest ke? Arrest who? Richard?" Jummy was alarmed.

Zainab was about to say; "Yes na! Don't you know..." When the waiter arrived with their drinks, she was cut short.

Henry who was already close enough to Zainab by now, slipped on the seat beside Zainab and grinned at her even though she wasn't even looking at him.

"And I thought I was the only one who drank 'Ice on the block' in here," Henry said to Zainab referring to the drink she held.

Zainab was startled, "Were you talking to me? What did you say?" She asked as she turned to him.

"I'm talking about your drink, 'Ice on the block,' its my favourite, I didn't know beautiful ladies drink it too," he rephrased.

"Hmmm, so this drink has got a name?" Zainab replied indifferently.

"Yea, it does, its just a mixture of about four different drinks and its exclusive to just this club, or maybe I just haven't seen it anywhere else..." He explained.

"Oh, seems you know quiet a lot, that's good to know," Zainab replied, still indifferently, she hadn't even looked at him properly.

"Just taste it first and then you would understand better," he pushed, and was amazingly still grinning.

"Okay, if you say so," Zainab replied and took a sip of the drink, it's taste was superb! Confusing though, but still superb, she turned to Henry and smiled, "it tastes err errr..." She couldn't find the right word to describe it.

"Don't bother, I know how you feel. Am Henry by the way," he replied and stretched his hand for Zainab to shake him.

Zainab leaned back a little and gave him the "body check," the body check is just something girls do to guys who approach them, they take a quick picture of the guy's complete appearance and let their brain process the shoes, belt, hair style, clothes and even wrist watch, then if the guy meets up to their standard, they might consider the guy but if not, they just ignore the guy.

In Henry's situation, Zainab gave him a pass mark of seventy out of a total of hundred. She took his hand and shook him, "and am Zainab".

"Yes!" He said to himself, "all that remains now Is to get your number, I might as well have some fun while am at it," he thought.

Jummy was already tickling Zainab leg to remind her she was still by her side, Zainab got the message.

"Oh, I forgot my manners, meet my friend, Jummy..." She pointed to Jummy, Henry stretched his hand towards Jummy, she took it and he introduced himself to her, afterwards he turned back to Zainab and tried to start a conversation.

"So what are two beautiful ladies like you guys doing here on a monday night? I thought cute girls only visit clubs on fridays?" Henry asked, hoping Zainab would get he was trying to complement her.

"Errr... We just celebrating something," she replied, she didn't think it would be right to give him the full gist.

Henry saw an opportunity and he jumped into it, "Oh! Then you are very lucky," he replied

"Why?" Jummy replied looking confused.

"Am the party rocker! You both came here to celebrate, so why are you sitting down?" Henry asked and without waiting for a response, he stood up and held Zainab's hand.

In a mocking tone, he asked, "would you dance with me?"

Zainab was about to refuse out of courtesy when Jummy jumped in and said, "go jhur, I'll be fine, trust me"

"Okay then, if you say so!" She then turned to Henry and said, "hope you know how to dance?"

Henry laughed, "I'll let you find out yourself."

They both walked to the dance floor to the amazement of both Henry's friends who were watching from a distance and other guys in the club who were still staring at the "hot chicks."

Just like clock work, the D.J instantly changed the song to Davido's Skelewu and the whole club went wild. People who were sitting stood up and started dancing, those on the dance floor went all haywire on the track.

Jummy wasn't left in the dark, minutes later, a certain Clinton guy walked up to her and another few minutes later, they joined Zainab and Henry on the dance floor.

Henry did a good job and soon enough, Zainab was tired soon enough so they went back to the bar and talked a for a longer time. Clinton and Jummy later joined them and they all got talking.

* * * * *
2:49AM.

They were all having so much fun that didn't even notice how far time had flown. Jummy eventually got tired and needed to go home so she could catch some sleep, after literally begging Zainab for about thirty minutes, Zainab finally accepted, so she, Jummy, Clinton and Henry all walked out of the club staggering like drunk people.

They got to the car park and walked to the exact spot they had parked the car but the car was no more, they magically became sober immediately.

"Jummy, was it not here we parked the car?" Zainab asked looking confused.

"Err.. Ye.. I think so.." Jummy stuttered.

TO BE CONTINUED.

spaq: jummy n john get 'wedded'

tinahrex: Zainab n ha Bonyface lawyer get wedded too...#hehe...
Nyc 1 Mr.Chistar!.....#Anticipatin

[quote author=sкчscrαρεr™]Zaynab weds E.A
[/quote]Laugh wan kill me die!!!! See this people oh, tory just dey start and una don dey predict who go marry who, to be frank with you guys, I don't even know who would marry who yet because I still have some new characters to introduce to you guys and you know there would be fights, break ups, heartbreaks, s3x clips (my favourite ) and many other relationship issues, this story might be the longest and bestest(pardon ma grammar ) I've ever written, so its still too early to predict yet .. Good point though, maybe Zainab would marry boniface and E.A, like the indians do , just a thought.

Babie Ghagha: dis zainab nah big ful.she thinks lyk bat sometimes.me i dey gbadun jummy anyday anytym.#team jummy#

lol, *whispers in ear* they are collectively the "Babe(s) in total control of theirselves," I just named the story Babe In Total Control of Herself because I loved the effect the title: "B1TCH" gave.... you would know Zainab "otherside" later on , as one great philosopher said: "Our experiences and actions shapes us and makes us who we are".

Chuksemi: I believe you. Nice work. Best story I ve read so far. You know what that means.

lol, yea, I do... Thanks and m flattered. [quote author=sкчscrαρεr™]I think the main story has not begun, we're yet to know who is the babe in total control.

This story is full of Action, Suspense, Comedy, Drama, Love, etc. Me likey!! [/quote]just like Mz_chistar said (where is she BTW?), you are quite right, I'm just wondering, if this intro is all of "these" how would the main story be? , In God we trust. Thanks.


Okay, I think I have talked too much already, thanks for you guys comments and thoughts concerning the story, I really appreciate.

That being said, am of to type a new update, I just came back from church few minutes ago - you know how igbo churches like to waste time, anyway, I plan on making today episode special, so as usual, expect it by 6PM here, I'll post it on my blog as soon as I type it finish though, which might be in an hour of two, so please go and check it out there ... Luv you guys..

PEACe

Jodekss: @chistar, really, penning in general has to do with emotion and imaginary abilities. Your poem sound so sad and laced with wearisome experiences but da tail end tell the story of how mean you are to make it in life inspite... Much love...

#Bless

ARareGem: Definitely still fllg.

gennysq: Serious Suspence! Wetin go happen Ooº°˚ ˚° can't wait!

, watch n see...[quote author=Eni~girl]'Dafuq! U've started wid ur suspense aqn. Sha kum nd update oh.[/quote][quote author=sкчscrαρεr™]Whenever Jummy and Zaynab are together something always goes wrong. . .

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CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NEXT UPDATE!![/quote]lol, u know them well enough.

kingphilip: Dis got me laughing 'aren't u taking me to dinner again'

lol, you dey mind the babe?

EPISODE 17.

Unlike the first time she walked into the office of Mrs Ogbonaya anxious and scared, this time, she felt the exact opposite of how she felt the first time.

As Jummy approached the office, she started hearing voices from Mrs Ogbonaya office and thought it would better for her to wait before she knocked or walked it, so she stood at the door waiting, and unintentionally eaves dropping.

"I thought I told you to sack the girl?" She heard a male voice say.

"Sack her? Why would I do that? She's arguably the best employee in this company!!!" A female voice said.

"Cynthia! You have been daring me for too long in this company, just so you know, you are just a co-acting branch manager, I am an acting manager too and I can choose to file a report of incompetence to the board in a minute and you'll be out!" The male voice replied.

"Stephen, I really don't have time for this you chit chat! You can go ahead and file the report as a matter of fact, I'm curious about what you would write in it. That I promoted our best staff to a position she merited? Yea! Good luck with that!"

Stephen seemed to have calmed down a little, "You didn't even consult me before promoting her, is that how it is now? We don't tell each other things anymore?"

"Hey! Don't even go there oh! You didn't tell me that you had a wife and two kids when we were dating did you?"

"For crying out loud! Look at the luxurious name tag on your table! It says 'MRS OGBONAYA,' You are now happily married, why can't you just let the past be the past." Stephen paused and watched Cynthia facial impression change for the angry one to a sober one, "That was personal and this is business, you letting your personal feelings get ahead of your professional feeling. Don't worry, I assure you that this won't go like that!" Stephen replied.

"Whatever! I'll be here waiting for you to do your worst!" Cynthia fired back.

Stephen stormed out of the office, he suddenly walked into Jummy at the door, and nearly ran her over, he adjusted his suit and added, "Oh! Great! She has even heard everything, now the whole company would know about us! Thanks a lot Cynthia, thanks!" And he walked away.

Cynthia walked to her door and gave Jummy a deadly stare, "if you speak just one word about what you just heard to another person, I'll make sure you'll be sweeping the office and cleaning the windows by monday!" Cynthia said and slammed the door on Jummy's face.

Jummy was speechless, "funny to think that this so called co-acting manager, Stephen, was hitting on me when I first resumed work at GNP," she thought and walked to the personnel office, she knew better than to knock at the door.

* * * * *

Everyone in the studio seemed to be in a trance, even the camera had stopped rolling in surprise, the question in everybody's mind was, "did 3face just yell cut? Or are we hearing double?" Their question was answered soon enough as 3face broke the silence.

"What's all this JAMB questions on my personal life? Zainab, what you told me was that this show was just a casual interview on relationship talks. In fact am out of here," he stood up and walked out of the studio, leaving everyone still in shock.

It took the question of Prosper to bring back every one to life, "Are we still shooting this or what?" He asked.

E.A saw the opportunity slipping from his fingers so he replied, "Yes, we definitely are, we just have to start all over again since we can't feature 3face on the show again, thank God it was a live show," he replied.

"We have a show at UNILAG by 8pm, so I'm not sure starting all over would be possible since we've got to consider traffic, Akoka isn't exactly at the back yard of the Island, you know?" Philip replied.

"So what's going to happen now?" E.A answered.

"I dunno, maybe we would come over some other time, Prosper, let's go now, the time is almost 7PM and we would need to head home to prepare before going," Philip said and stood up.

"Going home isn't such a good idea, let's just drop by any good boutique and buy something nice to wear, you know as UNILAG students are na?"

"Sure sure.. That's a better idea, good thing I brought enough cash with me, let's go then..." Prosper stood up and they both walked out of the studio without saying any word to anyone else.

E.A glared at Zainab and felt like shooting her, he looked away and screamed, "Okay, we are done for today, everyone pack up! I guess there won't be any special edition anymore thanks to someone here," he was glaring at Zainab now.

Zainab was transfixed on her chair and couldn't move, she just looked down at her feet and waited for everyone to pack up and leave before going to talk to E.A, she knew he was really pissed at her.

After 20 minutes of continuous noise of pissed staffs, the studio was empty with just Zainab and E.A in it, E.A picked up his bag and walked to the door, he looked at Zainab and said, "lock up when you are done, we wouldn't want to find our gadgets next time we are here, good night"

Zainab wanted to say something but couldn't find the nerve to, she just looked at E.A walk away.

It took her a minute for her to gather enough courage to run after E.A, she was lucky to have caught him just as he entered his car.

The first thing that came out of her mouth was rather silly, "aren't you taking me out to dinner again?"

E.A looked at her and if his eyes had guns, then Zainab would have been shot, luckily for her, it didn't, he didn't reply her but inserted the key in the ignition and zoomed off, leaving Zainab standing in the middle of the road looking "stewpeed".

She walked back in to the studio, picked up her stuffs, locked the studio and drove home.

* * * * *

After an hour that seemed like it didn't want to end, work hours was finally over and Jummy walked out of company excited, she had just been instructed by the personnel manager that she would resume ASAP, and ASAP for Jummy meant the next day, she was dying to tell Zainab the good new so as she waited for a cab to take her home, she called Zainab on her cell.

It took Zainab four rings before she finally picked up, she had been on her bed sulking, she still couldn't believe how bad her day went.

"Hello," Zainab said in a low tone.

"Hey babe, how far na.. Or wait, that's not important. You won't believe what happened today at work!!" Jummy yelled.

Zainab assumed it was one of Zainab boring gist about some guy she was crushing on and hoped would talk to her one day, "what?" She asked reluctantly.

"Guess!" Jummy replied excited.

"I hate guessing, I know you have been dying to tell me so just go ahead and tell me before you explode!"

"Ohhh.. Just try and guess na, please"

Jummy just said please? Okay, that's a first, Zainab thought, "okay, if you insist, errr... Obama proposed to you?" Zainab replied mischievously.

"Be serious jhur! Try and guess!"

"Ohhh, Jummy now you have made me curious, you know am a horrible guess, just tell me," Zainab replied calmly, Jummy surely made her calm or laugh without even trying.

"Okay okay! I just got promoted to assistant branch manager!!!" Jummy yelled.

"Wow! Go girl!!! Yea!!!!" Zainab yelled.

"Yea!!!" Jummy joined her and they kept on scream "yea" over the phone for the next five minutes.

"Hope you coming to pick up in my house now? No sleeping tonight oh!!!"

"Ahh.. Am coming girl, but I'll have to sleep oh, I resume duty tomorrow and wouldn't want to be late on my first day as assistant branch manager!!" Jummy replied, they both seemed to be screaming at each other over the phone.

"Who sleeps on her night of promotion? Jummy don't dull me oh!" Zainab replied.

"Taxi!!" Jummy suddenly yelled at a taxi that was zooming by, it stopped and she quickly hopped in.

"Hello! Are you still there?" Zainab asked.

"Yes yes, I am, am heading to your house now, just go and put on something hot!!! I have a feeling I might reconsider sleeping tonight."

"Confirmed girl!! Okay! Just holla when you around, I need to go and dig out that my mini skirt that I haven't worn for ages," Zainab replied and hung up. She went to her wardrobe and started throwing stuffs out of it all around the room in search of the miniskirt, she had already forgotten about all that happened in work.

* * * * *

TIME: 9:42PM.

About an hour later, Jummy got to Zainab house and ran inside, she quick grabbed the pair of clothing she left in Zainab house for emergency partying situations like this.

In another twenty minutes, both ladies were packed in Zainab's car as they drove to the island in search of any nice club the could spend the night in, little did they know that things don't always go the way we planned.

TO BE CONTINUED.

[quote author=sкчscrαρεr™]I'm so loving this story!!
peaCE[/quote]lol..thanks bro

tbabstobadt: no be so jawe...school is tying us up

hmmm.. Oh, school boys , u are excused

Ms Spaqs: Lmao

I comment my reserve

tinahrex: baba we dy bhind u......FIRE ON!!.....

brotherly! I see you

Winnie1950: Welldone Mr chistar u are doing a great job. UPDATE! UPDATE!! UPDATE!!! UPDATE!!!! UPDATE!!!!! UPDATE!!!!!! UPDATE!!!!!!! don't keep me waiting

yes ma, I won't![quote author=Eni~girl]#followinq.
TeamJummy.[/quote]lol.. I see you.

Mador: 3face and pcube ....anyways kip d ball rolling I'm enjoying yaa story.more greese to yaa armpit.

lol, armpit ke? Was there ever greese in my armpit? , thanks sha, don't mind me, those were the first names that crossed my mind .

Seems ALMOST all of them are back *dancing skelewu* welcom back guys , I guess I have been UN-abandoned(whatever that means) .

*NEW UPDATE IN A BIT!!!*

valyzubxx: Kai!! This Chistar01 guy no go kill person oo...I'm seriously loving this masterpiece. Ride on bruv!

#Bless ...

Seems my regular commenters have abandon me...

EPISODE 16.

VENUE: IMMACULATE STUDIO, Lagos Island.
TIME: 6:45PM.

So there Zainab was, sitting on the sofa and wondering was was possibly going through E.A's mind as he called her name out loud.

"Yea, any problem?" she replied as casually as she could.

"No, not really. You are doing an awesome job even though am fully aware the questions you have asked so far isn't from the script we gave you..." E.A replied sounding kind of sarcastic.

Zainab shrugged, "Those questions were to vague na, just check this one out," she picked up the script which was on a table close by and scanned through it in search of something, then suddenly her eyes went bright in excitement, "Enhen, look at this question, "what is your favourite colour?", who wants to know what 3face favourite colour is on a relationship talk show? That's why I decided to go deep."

"Yea yea, I know and I agree with you, I'll have a talk with my script writers after today's shoot. But that's by the way, and not why I came her," E.A said.

"Oh!" She exclaimed, "so why are you here?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I know this is probably the wrong time to say this but, I've been staring at you all day through that camera, "he turned and pointed at the camera,"and I've come to the conclusion that no one on this earth is more beautiful than you, Zainab, am really attracted to you and you know this, so why do you keep pushing me away?"

Zainab was speechless, she had a lot of things in her mind and adding E.A wahala to the list wasn't part of it.
"E.A am sorry but I..."

"Don't reply now, you might say what I don't want to here, how about I take you out for dinner after this shoot so we can talk better, I'll take you anywhere! Just name it," E.A cut in.

"E.A its not like I'm pushing you away, its just that ..."

"Please don't say no," E.A cut in again, this time with the best puppy face he could conjure.

Zainab shrugged, sighed and closed her eyes for a second. Going out with this guy can't cause any harm na, its even a guarantee of free good food, she thought, "Okay then, but I don't want anywhere too fancy, you don't have to try and impress me, okay?" She replied trying to sound modest.

"Yes!" He then leaned to hug Zainab, then walked out of the stage smiling.
"Okay time up people, we roll in 5... 4...3...2...1... Action!!"

* * * * *

John wasn't sure about how exactly he was expected to react to what Jummy had just told him, he didn't know either he should be sad and say sorry, or be angry and actually do something about it, he took a deep breath and went for the easier option, "Jummy am so sorry," he paused and then continued, "why were you sacked anyway?"

Jummy had already dried her eyes, if she had lost her job, at least, she still had John, or so she thought.
"I dunno, I think it has something to do with me about not being available for some days and not calling the company to let them know, or me screaming at a customer today at work, I don't know which one warranted the sack"

John was disappointed, he couldn't believe someone can be so evil as to fire a staff for being absent even though the staff had a reason as genuine as a serious motor accident.

"Who exactly sacked you an how did he do it? I mean, what were his words?" John asked in annoyance, he just couldn't picture the scene and wanted to know more details, he wasn't really bothered about Jummy loosing her job because with just one call from him, Jummy would be employed in a better company, he was that influential.

"I dunno yet, all I got was a sack letter, let me even read the content directly to you," she quickly opened the letter and after scanning through the address and all those plenty stories at the first paragraph of letters then she read out loud over the phone, "This is to certify that you, Miss Jumoke Olukoya, for you diligent and consistent hard work have just been promoted from a low level customer care agent to the post of assistant branch manager, please see the personnel officer for further instructions! Congratulation," Jummy was confused at first, she didn't understand a sh1t from what she just read, with a straight face, she dropped the phone, even though John was already screaming "congratulations" over the line since he understood what just happened.

Jummy read the letter three consecutive times, thinking she had read it wrongly the former time, and the letter still remained the same, Jummy dropped the letter and jumped on her table screaming "Yes!!! Finally! Oh my gosh!" And other things, the sudden stare of the other employees made her realise she was over reacting, she murmured a sorry and sank back into her chair still excited, she picked up the phone and said, "John, I'll call you later on, I have something I need to do now!"

John replied, "Yea, I know you do, I'll be expecting your call, bye" he hung up.

Jummy looked around and stared at her fellow employees, busy talking to annoying customers over the phone in their tiny cubicle, she then stood up and headed to Mrs Ogbonaya office, they had some scores to settle.

* * * * *

After a rough journey, Richard finally got back to the hotel. He had to board a bike to the nearest ATM and beg the bike man to wait while he queued and after an hour, it finally got to his turn, only for the ATM machine to seize his card, with annoyance he stormed out of the line and into the bank.

"Where is the manager of this useless bank!" He screamed to no one in particular, everybody just stared at him and was hoping the security guards would hold him before a bit someone.

Richard saw a sign board which had "Customer services" written on it, he walked towards it and slammed his hands on the table, "I want to see you bank manager now!" He yelled at the lady.

"Sir please calm down and have a sit, what is the problem?" She asked politely, but Richard was too angry.

"I didn't say 'where is the chair' or 'I want to sit down', I said WHERE IS THE BANK MANAGER OF THIS USELESS BANK?!!!" Richard replied, laying emphasis on every single word.

"Sir, if you would just tell me your problem, maybe I'll be able to help, the manager is in a meeting and wouldn't want to be disturbed," she replied calmly once again.

It became obvious to Richard that nothing he could say or do would make this lady to take him to the manager, so he calmed down a little, "my ATM card just got withheld by one of your machines," he finally said.

"Was the card issued by Diamond bank plc?"

"Yes, it was. See, I don't have time for all this your who wants to be a millionaire questions, I just need my card now and some money, that's all"

"Sir, we can't open the machine now and bring out your card, you have to come tomorrow for that, if you really need some money now, you can withdraw through the counter"

Richard looked at the counter and saw the long queue, he couldn't bear another round,

"I can't go there and stand for another one hour, a bike man is waiting for me outside and I need to get somewhere tonight, so if you aren't going to do something about it now, better get me your bank manager," Richard threatened.

"I understand sir, just fill the teller, I'll hand it over to the cashier myself now," the lady replied and handed Richard a blank teller and 10 minutes later, he walked out of the bank with more money than he had ever held at once, he had a feeling he might be needing to spend a lot soon, really soon.

Well, all of that was hours ago. As he walked into his room, he jumped on his bed, while lying down, he made a call,
"Hello, this is barrister Anthony" the recipient said as he picked the call.

"Hey Tony, this is Richard, I'll be needing your services, can we see tomorrow and talk?" Richard asked.

"Yea, sure nah, just come to the office by 1pm, we would talk over lunch," Tony replied.

"Okay then, see you later, thanks," Richard replied and hung up, he wasn't going down without a fight too.

* * * * *

Meanwhile, BACK IN THE STUDIO...

"Welcome back from the short commercial break, if you just joining us, then you aren't too late, we just asked our celebrity guests some question, and now the phone lines are opened to you guys, you can call in and ask your questions.

Since the show wasn't a Live Show, E.A had to make some of his employees who obviously had some questions to call, over the intercom of course.

"Okay, we have our first caller." Zainab pressed a button and picked the call, putting it on loud speaker. "Hello, you on to Single and Married and I'm Zainab, what's your name and where are you calling from?"

"Hello Zainab, my name is Maurice, and I'm calling from Oshodi," the caller replied.

"Hi Maurice, we have two celebrity guests in the studio here with us, 3face and P-cube, do you have any questions to ask them?"

"Yes, I do"

"Okay, go ahead then, am sure they are listening."

"Okay, thanks, err.. Hi P-cube..."

"Hey! Hello Maurice, how you doing?" Prosper replied.

"Am good, okay, this question is directed to you guy collectively. Rumours going all around is that the most cute bachelors, that is you guys, are off the market, how true is that?"

Prosper laughed, "I you are trying to ask if we are engaged then you are quite right, Philip is engaged but am not engaged yet..."

"Wow! So you mean you are still in the market?" Maurice asked mischievously.

Prosper chuckled, "Not exactly," he replied, trying to kill two birds with one stone.

Maurice was about to push further "But.. I was wondering.." When Zainab intervened.

"Okay, thanks for calling maurice," and she hung up. "We have a new caller, hello you on to single and married...what's your name and where are you calling from?"

"Hello, am Eric and I'm calling from Ijegun, Lagos," it was E.A calling.

"Okay, Eric, you know the drills right? So just go ahead," Zainab replied.

"Okay, this question is directed to 3face... So 3face, you can have almost any Nigerian girl you want but still ain't married, why if I may ask?"

3face forces a smile to hide his frown, he was already regretting accepting Zainab's Invitation.

"Cut!" He suddenly yelled without even thinking, to the surprise of everyone in the studio.

TO BE CONTINUED

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LIKE I PROMiSED, I'll make it up to you guys today. I'm still going to post another lenghtly update by 6PM, so stay put.

Thanks.

PEACe.

Double post.

EPISODE 15.

"3... 2... 1... Action!!!" E.A yelled from behind the camera. The guests - P-cube and 3Face had arrived and were already sitted on the stage with Zainab, ready to roll.

"Good evening! You are welcome to another brand new exciting episode of your favourite relationship talk show - single and married, and am your host, Zainab Anderson," Zainab started talking, having the camera focused on only her, she indeed look more beautiful on camera than in person. "Today's episode is special one so we have decided to go the extra mile by inviting two of the biggest names in the music industry as we know it today." She paused for a bit and let the right wing camera to be activated, "at my right hand side, we have the "African Princess" coroner and multi award winning singer, 3face!"

3face was clad in the simplest way, wear a casual blue jeans and black V neck top, he had a modest personality, little wonder why the whole Nigeria loved him.

He noticed the camera was now on him so he smiled and said, "gracias, thank you very much! Na 3 baba they here so! Life and direct, nothing they happen!"

Zainab took another pause and the left view camera was activated, "and on my left, we have the most cute twins in the industry, they've over a hundred hit tracks and awards to their name and have been around for a very long time, I present to you, P-cube!"

P-cube on the other hand, as stated earlier is a duo, or group made of two brothers. They were clad in clothing that seemed to look like what people from other planet wore, it had pieces of metals here and there, and was totally black, - who wears clothes with so much metal on it, na armour?... "Derenle" would have be proud of them if he saw them.

The camera was on them so they replied, "Hey hey hey! My name is Prosper ... And my name is Philip... And together we are Ppppp-cube! Somebody say personally!" They both replied in a simultaneous manner, they obviously practised their introduction before coming to the show.

"Now that we know our guests better, let's go for a short commercial break, don't go nowhere," Zainab said and from no where... "3.. 2... 1 ... And.. Cut!!! We have four minutes top" E.A yelled.

Suddenly, the stage was crowed with the make-artists, script writers and of course, E.A. While the make-up artists was busy combing 3face moustache and powdering Prosper of P-cube face simultaneously, the script writers where instructing Zainab on the next line of questioning, E.A just stood on a spot staring, he was anxious, this was the first time he was having celebrities on his show and he wanted it to go well at all cost.

E.A glanced at his wristwatch and saw the time was almost up, "Okay, that it, we roll in 5.. 4..3..." Everybody ran out of the stage and went behind the camera, waiting for the next commercial break. "2..1.. Action!!"

"Welcome back. So on today episode, I'm going to be interviewing our guests on s3x, love and relationships. So my my first goes to you..." She turned to 3face, "Okay, go ahead" 3face replied.
"The question is this, is s3x a top priority in relationships?"

3face looked surprised, he didn't expect such direct question to be thrown at him, as a popular celebrity, he was not just known for his music but also impregnating over five different girls, he was a record holder of some sort.
"Hmmm, this one is hard oh," he exclaimed, and everyone in the studio chuckled. "Well, from the way I view it, s3x no be compulsory something for relationship. What really matters is love and s3x is just a bonus, shey you they feel me?" He asked Zainab and she nodded sheepishly even though she had no idea what he was talking about.

"Okay, thank you 3face for that insightful response"

"Don't mention, nothing they happen," the way he somehow infused "nothing they happen" to his sentences was amazing.

"So over to you guys P-cube, this isn't part of the question, but if I may ask, why is there a "cube" in your name when you just two in number, wouldn't "square" have been a better name?" Zainab asked, she had been longing to ask that question.

Prosper, who was obviously the talkative replied, "well, we are actually triplets, we have a sister, and when we started doing music, she sang with us, but quitted somewhere along the line, since P-cube was already a brand name, we decided to use it like that"

"Okay okay, I get it. Anyway, this question is directed to Philip"

Philip cleared his throat and smiled to the camera.

"Philip, you have voted the hottest male celebrity last year and this year consecutively, and as expected, there would be more ladies crawling for your attention, how do you manage this, considering the fact that you have a girlfriend?"

Philip cleared his throat and chuckled shyly, Zainab chuckled too, "well, firstly its actually "fiancee", we got engaged last week. And concerning your question, I don't mean to sound arrogant but the ladies have always been there na, its not a new thing, the only thing that matters is that I know what I want and I'm focused. By the way, you were voted the sexiest female celebrity too, weren't you?" He asked grinning, Zainab could sense where he was heading to and knew she had to reply smartly.

"Err.. I think so.. Anyway, thanks for your response. Now over to you Prosper..." She quickly changed the topic. Prosper adjusted on his seat, it was getting hotter.

"So prosper, there were some rumours about you releasing a s3xtape, how true is that?" Zainab asked.

Prosper suddenly started laughing, no one knew why he was laughing but everyone joined him, maybe it was just a way to reduce the tension.
"I'm going to be as clear as possible. I DID NOT RELEASE ANY S3X TAPE, I've seen the tape everyone has been talking about and the person in the tape sure look like me thanks to photoshop, but that isn't me! my lawyers are working on something, the people who did this won't go free," Prosper ended with a tone of finality and Zainab didn't need to be told not to push it further.

"Okay, so back to you 3face..." She glanced at her script and without exactly reading it, she asked, "the rumour going around now is, you have impregnated another girl again, how true is that?" Zainab asked

If 3face was offended by this question, then he was doing a horrible job in hiding his anger, as a matter of fact he suddenly started grinning and in his most melodious voice, he sang an excerpt from one of his hit tracks, "if nobody talks about you, then you are nobody, wiether na true or weither na LIE..." He made sure Zainab got the message before adding, "that's all. Nothing they happen"

Zainab was speechless, she just turned to the camera and said, "okay, we would go for a short commercial break now, when we come back, we would open the phone lines and let you guys call in to ask those questions I know you have been dying to ask." "3.. 2...1... Cut!!!" E.A yelled as usual, he seemed to be enjoying this producer duty today that he wasn't actually on the stage.

The make up artists, script writers and E.A, once again flooded the stage, only this time, E.A had something to say to Zainab.

He ordered the script writers to give them privacy, then he looked down at Zainab as she sat down, then even though he was aware that Zainab was all ears he still called her name, "Zainab!"

Zainab somehow felt she had done something wrong.

* * * * *

Meanwhile at Jummy's office, Jummy was faced with an arguably tougher situation, she was at the verge of loosing her Job.

Mrs Ogbonaya looked her deep in the eyes and could see she was scared, she grinned- her plan was going as planned.

"Miss Olukoya, are you deaf or you just don't want to answer my question?" Mrs Ogbonaya asked.

"Errr.,. What is the question again ma?" Jummy replied, trying to stall a little.

"Are you incompetent?" Mrs Ogbonaya replied irritably.

Jummy took a deep breath, if she was going down, she wasn't going down without a fight, after all she did graduate from law school, it would be a shame if she couldn't speak her mind even though it was obvious her faith has been sealed.

"Ma, well, it depends on what you mean by incompetent. If incompetent means working my black arse day in day out in this company for the past five years without actually causing a harm of any sort, then I guess I'm really incompetent or if incompetent means ensuring that the other employees of this company performs their duty properly even though it isn't really my duty, then I guess am totally incompetent. For the record, this is the first offence I have committed and as explained earlier, I had an accident, a serious one. So if you fire incompetent people like me for being incompetent then just do it and let me get the hell out of here, I've always wanted to try out using my law degree to do something that's actually law related anyway." Jummy concluded, she was in rage, and smoke was literally coming out of her head.

Mrs Ogbonaya was stunned for for over a minute, they both starred at each other in total silence, only God knew what was going on in their mind.

Mrs Ogbonaya finally broke the silence when she picked of the intercom and called her secretary, "Minna, bring the letter to my office."

"Which letter ma?" Minna asked.

"The one I told you to type earlier today, concerning Miss Olukoya"

"Okay ma, I'll be there in a minute," Minna hung up and literally ran into Mrs Ogbonaya office with the letter in her hand.

As she walked by, Jummy tried to read the facial impression of Minna, but got nothing, Minna obviously had other things in her mind other than the plight of a low level staff like Jummy, or so she thought.

Mrs Ogbonaya opened the letter and read it to herself, she folded it back into the envelope and handed it over to Jummy, "That would be all for now," she replied with a straight face, it was difficult to tell if she was trying to hide a frown or smile, but a frown seemed more suitable.

Jummy took the letter and walked out of the office, she knew her worst fears had just come to pass.

She went to her desk and laid her head on her table... She started crying.

Just then her phone rang! She reluctantly raised her head up and checked the screen of her phone, the number was strange so she just picked it anyway.

"Hello?"

"Yea, hello, is this Jummy?"

"Yes this is she, who am I speaking to please?" Jummy replied in a low tone and sniffed.

"Oh, hi Jummy, this is John, remember me? Oh wait, are you crying or something?"

"Me cry.. Why would I?"

"I don't know, you tell me, am all ears, I would come over to your house now if you don't tell me o," John threatened jokingly and ran to his bedroom before Samuel stabbed him with a knife for calling her.

"Oh, you don't know my house," Jummy replied, in a manner that seemed more like a question.

"I'm a very determined guy, finding your house would be the least of my problem, so tell me, why are you crying?"

"Okay, if you insist. I just got fired!" Jummy replied.

"OH MY GOSH!!!" Was all John could say.

TO BE CONTINUED

Chuksemi: Chistar, good work. Whats happening to Richard? Hope you haven't planned to kill the dude.

thanks, I guess u have just got to watch and see..
@clemzy- I see you bro.
[quote author=Harmony-emerald]Update please naaaaa[/quote]err... Sorry guys 4 not updating since, had a hectic day and was busy all through, I'm just getting home and don't worry, I'll still update tonight wiether the devil likes it or not .
Thanks 4 ya support.

[quote author=soil_sista]Lily musn't die. I don't like sad stories [/quote]from the way things are, only miracle can save her, her case is beyond medical intervention.

*following*... Very slow updates pisses me off though.

[quote author=Eni~girl]Gettinq mre interestinq
#TeamJummy[/quote] #TeamBIT(H

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sadly, m not on FB, u can ff me on twitter @OfficialChistar, and I've sent a follower request with your email to my blog. Thanks.

Okay, so for the first time since the day I signed up to NL, I decided to check out this section "Poem Ish", and just as I saw this thread by you(princesa) I had the feeling its something different.

Am not a poet, never have been and probably never would be, but I don't think I have to be one to be able to put my thoughts and feeling into writing, after all, I think that's what makes me a writer, or so I'll like to believe.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
So there I lay
On my queen sized bed every morning
Thinking about what would have happened
If I had not started this journey
Would I need to wake up every morning feeling this way?
Or would I have forgotten that sorrowful day?

So there I lay
On the floor of the battle field
Bleeding so furiously, yet death refuses to take me
I really don't remember signing up for this
But its too late and all I can think of is our first french kiss.

So there I lay
On the desk in my office
Wondering what next am going to do with my life
All I got after my years of working is just an enveloped letter
Telling me I should leave and search for somewhere better

So "HERE" I lay
Standing with my chest up high
I'm here to stay and not just passing by
If life is going to keep on stabbing me with a knife,
Then I guess the battle line has just been drawn.

My name is not important, just know I'm going to survive.

PS: About this poem.
I woke up not feeling too good and I really have no idea why, but... I feel out of place. So I just closed my eyes and started writing this, it took me about 5-10 minutes to pen it down, for some strange reasons, the words just flowed.

tinahrex: hehehe....nyc 1 bro....

thanks bro.[quote author=Mz_Chistar]I like d fact dat u post it on ur blog first and i get an alert, that's more professional.[/quote]lol, glad yu like it, its just a way I hope u guys wud at least check out the blog.

[quote author=Mz_Chistar]I have a feeling this story is going to be a long and interesting one because so far, i haven't seen any reason to call zainab a "Babe In Total Control",i don't want to be a spoiler but I believe this whole Richard thing is just your way of letting us into Zainab's background and it cool becos that's exactly what they said concerning build of characters.[/quote]you are quite right and still kinda wrong, I wouldn't want to spoil the whole fun by telling you what I have in stock so just stick along.

[quote author=Mz_Chistar]**still following** n by the way, you've got a mail.[/quote]seen and replied.

EPISODE 14.

After driving for over two hours across the third mainland bridge leading to Lagos Island, Zainab finally got to her destination.

It was a brown two story building, nothing spectacular when compared to other five-ten story buildings that were around it. There wasn't a sign board around because that cost a lot of money, but the name of the building was boldly written on front wall, right above the highest window, it read: "IMMACULATE STUDIO".

Zainab as usual, sat still in her car for a while, doing nothing much but clearing her mind. The meeting with Boniface had gone quite well and they had mapped out a strategy which was going to kick off soon.

She then stepped out of the car and gracefully walked into th building, clad with a super hot "kneel length" red gown. A carpenter who was cutting a piece of wood nearly cut his hand while staring at her, but that's another story.

Judging from the way she walked past the receptionist and took the left staircase, with people greeting her from left and right, she was obviously a regular face.

She climbed up to the top floor where the main studio was and immediately spotted him, E.A.

He looked quite simple wearing a pair of black jeans, red top and a jacket. He was busy, talking with one of the cameramen, probably passing some instructions to him. Zainab walked up to him, and tapped him on the shoulder since he was backing her. He turned and a smiled formed on his face.

"Hey! You here?" He asked rhetorically. Zainab smiled back and nodded in response.
"Err.. That's good to know, I didn't expect you this early though, shooting starts by 6PM, and the time is just..." He looked at his wristwatch and wanted to complete his statement but Zainab beat him to it, "...5PM, yea, I know. I just wanted to somehow make up for no being around yesterday," she replied.

"Make up? Inviting 3face and P-cube to the show is more than enough. Hope they are still coming by the way?"

"Yea, sure, they would be here before 6PM, I told them shooting starts 5:30PM"

"Ahh.. You sneaky liar.. Its all good sha," E.A replied, his smile was now more visible, he was excited and he wasn't shy to show it.

"Okay, that aside, I can't stare at you for one hour, what can I help with, I can see the stage hasn't be set. I know one or two things about stage designing, mind if I go ahead?" Zainab asked with a grin.

E.A bursted out in a long annoying laughter, "Wait oh! You want to get sweaty before the show? I don't think so... You need to be working on looking more beautiful and not moving chairs around, I pay people to do that"

"So I get to sit down on a chair and be made up while you do all the work, in case you have forgotten, we both host the show. Won't you look all sweaty too?"

"Oh, no no.. Today edition is a special one, we already have two male celebrities coming over, me being there wouldn't be a nice scene, I think it should just be you and them. I trust you can handle it, ask Tola for you script..." E.A replied with a tone of finality and turned back to the camera man.

"Hey! That is not a problem, I don't even need a script to ask questions. I want to do something more manly," she replied, but E.A ignored her.

Zainab just sighed and walked away, she wanted to design the stage and "the stage she was going to design."

* * * * *

After a fairly hectic day at work, John finally slammed the door of his office and locked it. He looked at his secretary sitting at a table just outside the office and told her he was going home, she just smiled at him.

They had been working together for two years and she had grown to like her boss for reasons she couldn't explain, let just say John is a lovable guy. Although she was very professional with her work and never for once expressed her personal feelings directly to John, she hoped and prayed he would one day notice her "that way".

John walked out and drove straight home.

He got home and met Samuel in the sitting room watching a p0rn movie with a bowl of cereals in his hand.

Since Samuel left the army, he hadn't really tried to work, he lived in John's house, ate from John's pot and literally lived off John. John on the other hand was grateful he had someone to live with, he was getting bored of living all alone in the big house, and had no time for girls, so they both somehow complemented each other.

"Please tell me that not what you have been doing all day?" John asked Samuel as he walked into the house.

"What exactly do you mean?" Samuel asked, he could sense John was about to start with teasing him so he pulled up his defences.

"Wanking yourself," John replied and walked past the sitting room to the kitchen, he took extra care to make sure he didn't look at the TV again.

"Yea, whatever. When last I checked, I wasn't the one who bought to p0rno..." Samuel replied.

John was about to say,"So what's you poi...." When he got to the kitchen and suddenly paused to screamed, "Samuel!!!!"

Samuel was startled, he paused the movie and ran to the John. "What is it?" He asked.

"Samuel, what did you do to my kitchen?

The kitchen was turned upside down, the sink was filled with dirty plates, the floor had both garri and uncooked beans littered all over the floor, the table was stained with stew and ground egusi, with grains of cooked rice, it was a total mess.

"What wrong with it? The cook didn't come today so I was trying to cook something, and I did. Check the pots and you would see," Samuel was feeling really proud with himself.

"Samuel, you and I know you've never touched a stove before," John replied sympathetically, he was trying not to show his anger.

Samuel was offended, "hey! What do you mean by that, you know, they don't only teach us how to kill people in the army? Just try out the rice and stew I cooked".

"If you cooked rice and stew why were you eating cereals then?" John asked.

Samuel became speechless, he had actually cooked trash. He forgot to put salt in the rice which made it tasteless and had put too much salt in the stew which made it inedible, he knew this and so settled for the cereals.

"But wait a minute, if you cooked just rice and stew, why the hell is there garri and egusi all over the place?" John asked, then he had a rethink, "on second thoughts, don't answer that, I don't think I want to hear your reply"

"Okay, if you say say." Samuel replied and went back to his p0rn grinning sheepishly.

John went to the shelf and brought out the cornflakes pack, he fixed something to eat and then went to join Samuel in the sitting room.

He snatched the remote and changed the station to MTV base, "am not watching such rubbish with you," he said.

"Like I said before, am not the one that bought it"

"Whatever"

They had watched a couple of musical videos in silence when Samuel suddenly broke the silence.

"What about those chicks we helped out yesterday? Have you called any of them to check how they doing? You know your life is so boring and you need a female in it?" Samuel asked in a mocking tone.

"Hmmm, that's true..."John said and Samuel gave him a mischievous smile, he got the meaning and then explained, "Oh.. Not that my life is boring but I need to call them, hope you didn't zap all the airtime I recharged in the land line?"

"I don't know, go and check" Samuel replied, John could sense something fishy about his reply, he dropped his cereal and picked up the land line that was on a stool beside the couch. He checked the balance and say "#0.40".

"Oh my gosh! Samuel!!!" John exclaimed.

"What?" Samuel replied, trying to avoid eye contact.

"I recharged this phone with over #5000 worth of airtime, what happened to it?"

"I dunno, I guess GNP has stolen the money! They always do that" Samuel replied, John knew he was just lying, and started one of his boring lectures.

"Samuel! You know you've got to get your sh1t together right? A lot of things aren't normal with you anymore, imagine, the other day I went to your room, I saw three socks in your shoes, if it was two or four or even six, I would have understood, but three? How did that even happen? You don't seem to give a fcck about..."

"Would you just make the call and shut the f up!" Samuel intercepted and for no particular reason, the both started laughing. The way they understood their selves was amazing.

"Okay.. If you say so, which one exactly should I call?" John asked after they were done laughing.

"Errr... You have only one of them number na, the slim one..."

"Zainab?"

"Yea.. That's the name! I don't even like the fat one and its a good thing we don't have her number"

"Actually, I have the both of them number, Jummy gave me her number"

"I thought you didn't memorise it?" Samuel had been eavesdropping.

"Well, I did... I just had to play dumb a little na, didn't you see how important she felt?"

"Evil boy! Sha hope you aren't going to call her oh, she is too fat..." Samuel replied and made an annoying sound with his mouth.

John picked up his personal phone and dialled Jummy's number then waited for it to connect.

"Who are you calling?" Samuel asked.

"Don't worry, I'll put the call on loud speaker." John replied.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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you all have gotten a mail. @adisa, I can see yu have accepted, cool.

chinedumo: Nice story.

I know this story was written to delight female fans.

Power to women

not exactly. But we guys can't deny women are "stronger".

cheris skenzy: Am soooo loving this story . Nice job.

thanks sweedy[quote author=Eni~girl]Chistar!! Ah wahz dz na suspense aqn[/quote]lol, good suspense that wud make yu come back and ask 4 more

adisa204: Wow so loving this now.but the doctor na mumu ohh,doesnt he know that recording anything of such would come back to him.if he was ready to reveal secret why is he still runnimg to south-africa.Thumbs up chistar.

lol, let's watch and see, I don't think the doctor is that dumb oh

Daniel2802: ***FOLLOWING***

#Bless

Babie Ghagha: dis is gettin tougher...i op zainab will nt fall in luv wit d lawyer...anyways,grabs popcorn nd my reading glasses

lmaooo!!! Hmmmm... That's something I haven't tought about, let's see how it goes sha. .

EPISODE 13.

"What is wrong with this lawyer na? Why are Nigerians do deep into the 'Nigerian time' thing? Zainab lamented. The time was 2:45PM and so far, there have been no sign of Barr. Boniface.

Zainab started considering the possibility of Boniface not receiving her text, had she made a silly mistake by not simply calling instead of sending such vague SMS, or probably he didn't even understand what the SMS meant, she thought. She concluded within herself to call him and confirm his status, she still had the "single and married thing to do later that day". She brought out her phone and dialled Barr. Boniface number.

Just then, a man, probably in his early thirties, thirty-two to be precise, walked into the eatery. Irrespective of his quite old age, he had the looks of a twenty years old. His face was spotless and didn't look like it had ever experienced a shave, while he kept the popular "Punk" hairstyle. Wearing a well-fitted black suit and black italian leather shoe, he simply looked like he worth million dollars.

He stood at the entrance for a short while, slowly looking at each table and its occupants carefully as if he was looking for someone. He was startled when his phone rang.

He glanced at his modest Blackberry Bold 4 phone screen and saw the name "Zainab (new)," he sighed and picked the call.

"Hello, am already at the venue, where are you?" He asked almost immediately.

"You are already where?" Zainab asked in an alarmed tone.

"You sent me an SMS which had the venue of our meeting, Chicken Republic, right?"

"Yea! Chicken Republic, where are you then? I'm already in the eatery too," Zainab replied as started scanning the whole eatery uneasily. She suddenly caught the view of a man who stood at the entrance, obviously making a call and looking around, she instantly knew it was Boniface.

"I can't see you anywhere here?" Boniface complained.

"Look towards your left," Zainab replied and stood up, waving. Boniface spotted her and walked towards her direction, with a charming smile planted on his face.

He got to the table and after confirming Zainab's identity and exchanging pleasantries, he sat down on the chair at the other side of the table.

Zainab silently admired his looks and wonder why such good looking person should be bearing such a not-so-nice name like "boniface," she was sure his parents were just being wicked to their child for giving his such name, she smiled and dusted the thought from her mind as Boniface made to speak.

"I'm must confess, you look really nice," He complimented Zainab. He was a graduate of law from the University of Ibadan, and have also read many books on business strategies, the one point that all book had in common was, "always make the client feel comfortable at all cost," so in this case, he was trying to use flattery.

Zainab wasn't a sucker for flattery, so she waved his compliment saying, "Thanks, can we get down to business?"

Boniface was fairly disgruntled, no one had actually turned down his compliment that way, but he just had to move on, after all, what other choice did he have?.

"Okay, if you say so. So what's the problem?" He said.

"Good. Well, I'm not familiar with legal terms, so I don't know if I can call this a case of attempted murder"

Boniface readjusted on his seat, he had the feeling he was in for a long story, "am all ears," he said.

Zainab took a deep breath and then went ahead to tell him everything she knew from the scratch, starting from when she filed for divorce to where she woke up at the hospital and got the tape where Richard instructed Dr. Daniel to kill Zainab. When she was done with her story, she took a deep breath, she didn't even notice she had been holding her breath all this while.

To her greatest surprise, Boniface didn't say anything to her immediately, rather, he signalled a waiter, and placed his order, he looked at Zainab and saw the surprised look, or maybe angry would be a better word to describe her look.

"Aren't you going to eat something?" He asked.

Zainab was speechless, she had just told this man something that had been bothering her for days and was very serious and here he was, asking her to eat or drink something like he hadn't even listened to all the things she said.

"No, thank you," she finally blurted out, trying not to show her disappointment.

Boniface smiled and in the process exposed his perfect white teeth, if he was employed by any toothpaste company to advertise their product, their sales would tremendously in a week or less.

"I insist you eat something, or at least, just have a drink," he pushed.

"I said NO, thank you," Zainab emphasised on the no, and she made sure the "thank you" wasn't from her heart.

"Okay, if you insist," he replied and waved the watched the waiter walk to the counter to collect the order.

Boniface then stared at Zainab from a short while, he was obviously thinking, but Zainab hadn't a single clue of what was going through his "punk head".

"Do you have the tape here with you?" He finally asked after a long pause.

"Yea, sure," Zainab replied and started searching her bag for the Ipod, she found it in no time and gave handed it over to him.

He picked it up, and examined it for a while like he had never seen such device before, Zainab starred at him intensely, she didn't want to miss a thing.

With out listening to the content he asked, "so how did you come across this again?"

"It was found in one of my hand bags at home, I got an anonymous tip," Zainab replied.

"Hmmm, okay, do you have a suitable earpiece with you? Mine won't fit into the port"

"Yea, of course, have it," she was holding the earpiece already so she gave him.

The both of them were feeling quite smart with their selves and tried to pull the other leg or out smart each other at every possible opportunity.

While Boniface listened to the contents, his order arrived: not exotic, just some sort of assorted drink and a king-sized burger, he definitely had a huge appetite, Zainab thought.

He paused the tape, picked up his burger and took a bite, opened the drink and also took a sip, then he looked at Zainab and asked again, "are you sure you don't want to have anything? This tastes great."

Zainab was furious and her face was glowing red, Boniface noticed and smiled in a way he was sure she wouldn't know.

"Are you going to focus on this case or try to flirt with me? I thought you were a pro, guess I was wrong," Zainab said in a second and snatched the Ipod from him, picked up her bag and made to leave the eatery in annoyance.

Boniface smiled, he was obviously enjoying himself. He had tried to play the good cop with her when he flattered her but she turned him down, and according to his books, when the good cop doesn't work, then the bad cop would, and that was exactly what he was doing, playing the bad cop.

He let her walk past him and just when she was at his back directly, he stood up and turned towards her.

"You have a tough case here," he started to say and Zainab paused to listen. "There isn't much to convict him, but I understand your plight and your husband needs to be locked behind bars, if you walk out of here, that's not going to happen, trust me. Now come and sit down back and let's talk more"

Zainab stood still for a bit, weighing her options, he probably wasn't as bad as she though. After standing still for a few seconds, she returned back to the seat.

Boniface showed his teeth once more and asked, "now, do you want to drink something?" He asked.

* * * * *

Jummy was perplexed as she sat transfixed on her desk. She couldn't believe her bad luck, every nerve in her body had frozen and she if she let go off herself for a minute, she would probably urinate on her body.

"So this jobless woman was monitoring this call? I wonder why all this woman does is make life miserable for me," Jummy thought to herself. She had just had an accident and lost her car, plus she still had plans of paying back John for the hospital bill and all this requires money, the last thing she needed now was to loose her job.

She made the sign of the cross, and with a huge sigh, she stood up from her seat and headed to her supervisor's office.

The supervisor's office was far different from a regular office. It was bigger than normal and had a state of the art DVD player which had never been switched on, as far as Jummy knew. There were more than enough furnitures in the office, which consisted of a big table, three chairs - one at one side of the table and two at the other side, a couch close to door and a wall which was somehow converted into shelf for files. From the way it seemed, the supervisor made an extra effort to make sure the name tag on her table was very visible, it was a big chunk of flat wood which was coated with gold, in looked like it cost a fortune. Boldly written on it was, "MRS OGBONAYA G. E," what the "G. E" meant was unknown to all the staffs in the company.

Jummy stood at the door of the office and made the sign of the cross once more, she was dead nervous. She knocked on the door in a way she could hardly hear the sound and waited for a response, Mrs Ogbonaya heard it and instructed her to come in.

Without looking at Jummy, she pointed at the empty seat across the table and continued to punch the buttons on her keyboard.

Jummy sluggishly walked to the seat and just when she was about to sit on it...

"And who gave you permission to do that?" Mrs Ogbonaya voiced out, she still wasn't looking at Jummy. Jummy was confused, didn't this woman just point at the chair now?

"Am sorry ma," Jummy replied and stood up.

"Sorry? It seems everyone enjoys telling me that nowadays," Mrs Ogbonaya replied and finally stopped punching her keyboard, she now stared at Jummy, "people think they can just say sorry and every misdeeds would be forgiven, even now, the incompetent employees of this company tend to say sorry a lot nowadays, or don't you agree, Miss Olukoya"

Jummy was starring at the blank wall behind Mrs Ogbonaya, it looked really interesting to her. She noticed no one was talking again and realised Mrs Ogbonaya was waiting for a reply, "Oh! No.. Yes.. No.. Errr.. You are right," Jummy stuttered.

"Good, I'm always right. I think its high time we do something about the incompetent employees, before its too late, don't you agree?" The way she used the "we" made Jummy feel she was referring to herself and her.

"Yes ma," Jummy muttered, so far so good, this conversation was going too well for her.

"Jummy..." Mr Ogbonaya suddenly called out. Jummy was startled, she didn't think Mrs Ogbonaya could call her that.

"Jummy right? That's what you are usually called right?" Jummy was getting impatient, what was all this plenty questions for, if you want to fire me, fire me and let me rest, Jummy thought.

"Yes ma," she replied anyway.

"You are aware you haven't been to work for a long while, and today you decided to come to work, you insulted one of our customers, right?"

Jummy knew her time was up, she was about to be fired, or so she thought.

"Yes ma, about my absence, it was inevitable. I had an acc..."

"Accident," Mrs Ogbonaya cut in, "Yes, am also aware you had enough energy to move around but could call to inform us. Anyway, that aside, what do you have to say concerning insulting one of our customers?"

Jummy was on the spot, she had no possibly good excuse, "err.. Ma.. Err... I.." Was all Jummy could say.

"No response? I thought as much," Mrs Ogbonaya looked at Jummy more intensely now, "you see, like we both agreed some minutes ago, we need to let go of the incompetent staffs, so let me ask you this question. Miss Olukoya Jumoke, are you incompetent?"

Jummy heard the soundtrack of those ancient action movies in her head:"Ghen Ghen!!!".

She went into deep thoughts, she had to somehow think of a smart reply, and need to fast, very fast.

TO BE CONTINUED.

6PM in a bit!!! #Anticipate. Fresh new post in few minutes

[quote author=Eni~girl]Vhiz Jummy na correct babe.
#TeamJummy[/quote]hmmmm

Vivy Gift: Nope. I dey vex for maslf for missing out.

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*make i remove my shirt receive fresh air b4 d hotness cook me *

u sha wan show all dis girls ur muscle big pass my own , better wear your shirt back

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EPISODE 12B.

It was already 7:45AM when Jummy finally woke up the next morning. She was expected to be at work by 8:00AM and unless she was going to magically teleport herself to work, then she was going to be late, very late! Considering the fact that she had no car anymore after the accident.

How she survived such severe crash with such little injury to show for it was nothing short of a miracle and Jummy knew this, even though she hadn't talked much about it, she promised herself to go to church the next sunday and give thanksgiving.

As she stood up from her bed, she looked at the wall clock and the time read 2:50, whether it was PM or AM is unknown since it was obvious the clock had stopped working without Jummy noticing, she searched for her wrist watch and saw the actually time, 7:45AM, she became super alert.

She broke the world record of bathing for fat people as she was in and out of the bathroom in less than five minutes, in another quick ten minutes, she was already on her way out of the house, heading to her work place. Her speed would have made Superman feel slow.

In a total of 35 minutes, Jummy was already sitted at her desk trying to act like she wasn't late. Jummy worked for GNP and was a customer care agent, one of all those people who pick our calls when we dial "190".

NB: GNP means Global Network Provider, they are just like MTN, Etisalat etc, only more popular.

She had barely sat for five minutes when the phone on her desk rang, Jummy sighed.

"Hello, welcome to GNP customer services, my name is Jane, how may I help you?" Jummy replied. During the course of their training, they were given a limited list of names they were meant to adopt as their customer care name, just for security purposes.

"You people are thieves! I just recharged 1000 naira now now so that I would subscribe and all of a sudden, you people told me I don't have enough credit to subscribe. I thought subscription was now more expensive only for me to check my balance and see 0.00 naira, what happened to my credit?" The caller yelled over the phone.

Jummy wasn't stunned or surprised, she received such calls daily.

"Sir, what exactly did you want to subscribe for?" Jummy asked calmly.

"Blackberry things na, abi e get another thing then they subscribe for, una must return my money oh!!!" The recipient yelled ignorantly.

Jummy wanted to say, "Kilon worry eh? shey na me take your money? Better no dey shout for my head before I trace your house come beat you," but she knew most of the calls were being monitored by her oga at the top, she took a chill pill and replied, "Hold on for a minute sir, let me go through your line and check where the problem is"

"Which one go through my line again? I'm saying you people have thief my 1k and you are going through my line, what concern my line with my credit?" The caller replied, it was obvious he had no idea what "Line" meant in this context.

Jummy just ignored him and started punching some buttons on her keyboard, few minutes later she was done, "Sir, from what I'm seeing here, you didn't pay for last month subscription but somehow manipulated your line to browse for free, we only took back what belonged to us once we found out, am sorry sir" She replied.

"Ahh! Its not me that use this sim last month oh, me and Rasaki dey change sim well well, make I give you him number so that you go collect the money from e sim, me just collect this sim today today" The recipient replied, his funny blend of pidgin english and normal english was confusing Jummy.

"Sir, there is nothing I can do. But don't worry, we have collected the 1000 naira of last month so you can subscribe now and nothing would happen" Jummy tried to sound convincing.

"But what concern my money with Rasaki nah? I talk say na Rasaki wey use this sim last month, so I..."

Jummy was fed up, "Orie ti baje, you use cheat browse, come they shout for my head, thunder fire your papa!" She cut in.

"Err? Wetin you just talk now now?"

Jummy who realised she had just gone against her work ethics knew she had to end the call now and pray the supervisor hadn't been monitoring the call. "Sir, if that would be all, I'll have to end the call now. Thanks for using GNP. Bye," and she hung up while the caller kept on lamenting to a dead line.

Just then the intercom rang and she picked it immediately, the number "1" blinked on the screen, which only meant the call was coming from the supervisor.

"Hello" Jummy said, uncertain of what to expect, she hoped the supervisor hadn't been listening to the call.

"Come to my office now," the supervisor who was a female said and hung up.

* * * * *

Zainab woke up on the right side of the bed and was feeling unusually happy about herself. It had been a while since she slept so well and it sure felt real good. She looked at the time piece on the bed side table and saw it was nearly 12pm already.

"So I slept all morning?" She thought to her self, before she recalled she was supposed to meet with Boniface in two hours time and she was yet to make any plans.

She picked up the complimentary card or Barrister Boniface which Jummy had given her and read the contents, she wanted to know the address of the law firm, if it can be called that.

"No 6, Benson Akiyele street, isolo. Near St Pauls anglican church, Oke-Afa." She read the address out loud.

She knew the place and figured it would be an hour drive, she picked up her phone and sent the most vague text ever to Boniface; "Meet me at Chicken Republic. 2PM". She believed he would be able to understand the text fully if he is as smart as Jummy says he is.

She quickly went to the bathroom and bathed, then few minutes later she was on her way to the venue.

It was 1:30PM when she parked her car in the parking lot of the venue, so she knew she had thirty minutes to spare, she picked up her phone and dialled Jummy's number but it got to reply, she assume Jummy was busy.

She glanced at the eatery and then murmured some words which had the name "Richard", before she walked out of her car and into the eatery to wait for the lawyer.

TO BE CONTINUED.

EPISODE 12A.

TIME: 9:23PM.

Barrister Boniface Okutade was faced with a little problem. He had been working on a case of murder for over two years, no thanks to the poor Nigerian judicial system, which is corrupted and let alone the issues of red-tapism and beaucracy.

His client, one Mr George, had been charge with murder, the story behind his case was that, he was said to have murdered his wife in cold blood all because of he caught her cheating on him with the landlord, but he pleaded not guilty and the only person who seems to believe him in the whole world is Boniface. Wiether Boniface actually believed him, or was just defending him for the money is a question that only Boniface knows the answer to.

The case had been going on and off for straight two years and just when Boniface thought he had won, new evidence that proved Mr George committed the crime just popped out of nowhere.

So now, the case just got more complicated and although Boniface had a reputation of never backing out of a case, this case looked like an impossible mission, he started contemplating on dropping the case but wasn't sure he would get another good case anytime soon if he dropped his current one.

A solution to his delima arrived when his phone suddenly came alive and started ringing as he went through Mr George case all over again, looking for a loop hole while sitting in his office which also functioned as his home.

He looked at the screen of his phone and saw it wasn't a number he had saved on his phone, he let if ring twice before he finally picked it.

"Barrister Okutade on the line," he said immediately.

"Barrister Boniface Okutade?" The caller asked.

"Yes, this is him, who is this and how can I help you?" Boniface replied, sounding impatient.

"this is Zainab Anderson and I need your services" the caller replied. Both parties didn't seem to be in the mood to exchange pleasantries as they went straight to the point.

Boniface brightened up a little, he could see a light at the end of the tunnel, "What kind of service in particular?"

"Services that can't be talked over the phone, let's meet tomorrow. How does 2PM, tomorrow sound?" Zainab asked.

"What venue?"

"Don't worry about that yet, I'll text you the details, I know your office so I'll pick somewhere close by"

"Okay then."

Zainab hung up, then turned to Jummy who had been looking at her as if her eyes could hear what Zainab was saying as she made the call. "Are you sure this lawyer is a good one?" Zainab asked.

"Good? Don't under estimate him, he is the best there is in murder and murder related cases, I got his contact details from Jonathan last year." Jummy replied. Jonathan was Jummy's ex, who had been charged with a case of murder too and made use of Boniface services, although he was found not guilty, Jummy didn't have the mind to keep on dating him, they maintain a cordial friendship relationship.

"Okay then, if you say so, I really need to sleep now, I have a feeling tomorrow is going to be a long day for me, I've got to meet this lawyer and then run to the study to record a new episode of singles and married, E.A won't be pleased with me if I postpone again" Zainab lamented.

"Hope you remember say the doctor talk make you rest well well?" Jummy asked, for the first time in a long while, she switched back to her pidgin.

"Yes I remember, but do I really have an option? I just want to get over with the all this plenty wahala on my head" Zainab replied.

"Okay then, I guess I'll be going home now and I'm lucky I still have this injury on my shoulder, am sure my boss won't complain to much concerning my absence after she sees this" Jummy said, and made a mocking sound of pain.

Zainab chuckled, "Okay na, I'll call you before going to see the lawyer tomorrow".

"That one na your wahala," Jummy replied and left Zainab house.

Zainab looked at the broken pieces of the bottle she threw at the wall and sighed, she regretted wasting such expensive drink and knew she just gave herself extra work since she had to clean it up herself, but she concluded she would do that the next day.

She then walked to her bedroom, removed her top therefore exposed her magnificent b0obs that were struggling to stay inside the rather small bra. She removed the bra and her trousers, she walked to the front of the mirror and looked at her nud3 body at the mirror, she was the exact replica of the new coke figure 8 bottle or maybe she was even more curvy, she had the right amount of flesh in the right places. With a huge smile of satisfaction on her face, she walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower.

Before she slept that night, she pinged 3face and P-cube asking them to feature on her show the next day and the agreed.


TO BE CONTINUED by 6PM.

Continuation already on my blog .