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EPISODE 8b.

For some strange reasons, Richard sensed his end was near. He knew he would be sued by Zainab once she wakes up, that is if Dr. Daniel had resuscitated her as he threatened.

He paced round the suite 4 of the WheatBaker hotel deep in thoughts, he was weighing his options, not like he had much options though. From the way things stood, he had just two options, stay and face the consequences which would be severe or leave the country and keep on running till he dies or caught. From Richard's point of view, running sounded more suitable, but the question is, how long can he run and come to think of it, what exactly was he even going to run for, he hadn't committed any serious crime that he couldn't manipulate his way out of with the help of a good lawyer, so he thought.

With a tone of confidence, he finally voiced out;
"I'm not going anywhere! Let me see what Zainab and that Dr. Daniel would do?"

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Zainab was faced with a minor problem, she didn't have enough energy to stand up and go look for someone to question and screaming for help seemed to be a hopeless venture as her voice somehow failed her each time she tried to voice out the word "Nurse!!!".

After ten minutes of struggling, luck shone on her as a nurse came to her ward to check on her, Zainab smiled.
The nurse walked into the room and without really looking at Zainab, she walked to where the drip hung and checked the regulator, she was writing down something on the file in her hand when Zainab said, "hello nurse", the nurse was startled.

"You are awake?" She asked after getting her composure back.

"Why do everyone seem to ask me that question?" Zainab asked rhetorically, "anyway, yes, am awake and I want to know what the hell am doing here, I don't remember being sick or even coming here!" She added.

"We received an anonymous call and the emergency ambulance was sent to pick you up"

"Hmmm, so there is even an emergency ambulance in this country?" Zainab asked in surprised.

"Yes na, its just that people don't..." The nurse was about to explain when Zainab cut in.

"Don't bother explaining, what's important now is, what's wrong with me? Why am I taking a drip and what the hell is happening here?"

"Well, you case isn't serious, the report in your file states, you passed out probably after you hit you head on something hard and whoever made that call probably injected you with something to stabilize you until we arrived. The drip you are receiving now is just some Multi - Vitamins."

"You say my case isn't serious but why I can't feel my limbs? and why can't I really remember what really happened to me?"

"Don't worry, all you have to do is rest for a day or two and your memory and strength would come back after you take a few drugs?"

For some strange reasons, Zainab remembered that nothing goes for free in Nigeria, so she had to ask how much she would have to pay and was. Even more surprised when the nurse told her its a state hospital and all the services were free, then she went on to talk about something related to tax but Zainab had already stopped listening.

"So I'll be good to go by tomorrow?" She asked.

"Yes! But that would be after you file a police report, there seems to be something fishy about your case so we called the police, its just hospital policy"

"Hmmm, No problem self, I was already planning on paying a visit to their station, I have been receiving some weird calls" Zainab replied.

"Well, that would be between you and the police, if that would be all, then my work here is done. I need to check on other patients" the nurse replied and once Zainab nodded, she left the hospital with her file under her armpit.

Zainab was quite glad she had some answers her millions of questions, but there were more question left to be answered, she could only but pray her memory comes back quickly.

TO BE CONTINUED

[quote author=Eni~girl]Lemme qoan read 8b asap. Nyc1 dear.[/quote]#bless!

Hmmmm...

*still following*

adisa204: @chistar,we shall see ohhh.sha me dey wait 4 update ohhh

just updated sir.

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yes boss! I saw yu voted 4 me, but your vote won't count unless you kindly remove school life from your vote for the fantasy genre and leave only my complicated love story, you can vote for school life in any other genre it was nominated in, thanks.

EPISODE 8a.

John or better known as Johnny Adebayo, a dude of average height - not basket ballers tall and not Maltina bottle short, just somewhere in between. By his foreign accent, one would think he isn't from this part of the world and he isn't, or perhaps not fully, he is an half cast - Canadian mum and Nigerian dad, till date, he still finds it surprising how his dad who had never left Nigeria before meeting his mum, actually met his mum and married her, so much for internet dating. Not so well built like a wrestler, but he sure has his own fair share of muscles and abs, also, he has this confusing complexion, whereby you can't exactly say if he is fair or dark, and to top it all, his eyes are a rare shade of blue.

Being a genius, John, at the record breaking age of nineteen was already a graduate of theater arts, from the University of Michigan, located in the U.S.A and by twenty one he relocated back to Nigeria where he started working as a branch manager for one of his dad's textile company, "ADE WAX", therefore dumping his degree in theater arts, although he planned on leaving the company one day and pursuing a career in theater art he has been working in his dad's company for ten years and still hasn't shown any signs of leaving yet. If you do the math well, you'll figure John is thirty-one years old now, and is still as smart as before, or maybe smarter, judging from how fast he memorized Zainab's number and that brings us back to the story...

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John picked up his phone and dialed the supposed Zainab’s number, after it must have rang for a minute, the recipient picked the call and replied;

“Hello? I was hoping you would call again…”

All John could reply in his confused state was;
“Huh?”

"Yes! Or aren't you the one who called me some minutes ago?"

"Err.. What are you talking about?" John asked, getting more confused.
He then looked at Jummy and whispered to her if she was sure about the number, Jummy nodded in response.

"You called me some minutes ago and was telling some trash about my husband, didn't you?" Zainab asked, already getting quite confused too.

"Please is this Zainab? Zainab ..." John gave Jummy an inquiring look and she got the message, she whispered the name "Anderson" to John who completed his statement, "Zainab Anderson?"

"Yes, this is she... Who am I speaking to?" She finally asked.

"This is John, John Adebayo, am with a friend of yours in the hospital and she needs you help."

Zainab became alarmed, "friend of mine? Which friend are you talking about?"

"Err.. Her name is Jumoke, do you know her?"

"What?!! My Jumlistic Jummy is in the hospital? For what, why? What has she done this time?" Zainab asked a million questions at once.

After John heard Zainab call Jummy, Jumilistic, he was convinced he was talking to the right person.
"Calm down, she had a little accident but she is fine now, all she needs is for you to come and pick her up from the hospital tomorrow"

Zainab was everything but calm, even though she was in a hospital too and should probably be resting, she became restless;
"Err.. Can I speak to Jummy now?" She asked in a hoarse tone.

John replied in the affirmative and handed the phone over to Jummy, who was eager to speak to Zainab.

"Ah! Babe Ki lon shele na!?" Jummy asked in an excited tone.

"Am cool oh.." Zainab replied, but after rethinking her reply, she added, "Err.. Not exactly cool, what's all that B.S that John guy was saying now about you being in the hospital?"

"Oh! Its nothing jhur, I had a small accident, and I want you to come and pick me up tomorrow morning, I don't know the hospital name but it can't be far from your place, I'll text you the address when I find out" Jummy replied, she was strangely excited.

"Err.. I don't know how possible that would be oh, am kinda stuck in a hospital now and I really don't have any idea what am doing here" Zainab replied.

Jummy who thought Zainab was just kidding, bursted out in an uncontrollable laughter leaving both John and Samuel to wonder if they were still safe.
"Babe, I've been away just for a day and you have suddenly grown a great sense of humor, I need to be disappearing more often oh, maybe you might actually get really funny" Jummy teased.

"Jummy, am not joking, am really at a hospital, that Lagos State Teaching Hospital, to be precise" the tone Zainab used was more than enough to let Jummy know Zainab wasn't kidding.

"What are you doing there?" Jummy asked.

"You they wear wrapper for ear?" Zainab asked, already loosing her patients, "you no hear when I talk say I no know?"

"Err.. Okay, how bad is your situation?"

"I feel great and normal but am on drip and yet to see any doctor, I was about to call a nurse when I received a strange call and that made me forget and now you called, babe, am just confused" Zainab replied.

"You know what? You said you are at teaching hospital of Lagos right?"

"Lagos State Teaching Hospital actually" Zainab corrected.

"Whatever, I'm coming over there now, try and get some answers before I get there oh" Jummy replied and hung up leaving Zainab quite baffled at her friend, she was wondering if Jummy wasn't still in a hospital.

Jummy looked at John and said, "I need to get to the teaching hospital of Lagos now..."

"Do you mean Lagos State Teaching Hospital?" Samuel asked.

"All join!!! Sha take me there now!!" Jummy replied, almost jumping out of the bed.

"But the doctor said that..." John was about to say when Jummy cut in;

"If you are not going to take me there just say so, I'll find my way there, and don't worry about the bills, I'll refund you down to the last penny" Jummy replied.

"Hmmm... Okay, let me just call the doctor first"

"Shey I resemble person wey need doctor? In fact I no even want una two help again!!" Jummy yelled and stood up from her bed, and started walking towards the door, John and Samuel just starred at her in amazement, they somehow knew she was going to come back.

Jummy walked out of the ward and after a few minutes of wandering around the small private clinic, she spotted a door which had the word "EXIT" right above it, she smiled and headed for it. She had barely gotten outside when she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the window of a parked car, she immediately came back to her senses and walked back into the hospital and straight to her ward.

John and Samuel were both sitting on the bed with there legs crossed and they had a comical look on their face.

Jummy walked into the room, and without looking at them she said;
"On second thoughts, maybe I still need you guys help, I need some new clothes..." She was wearing the hospital patients clothe.

John and Samuel bursted out in laughter, they hadn't seen anyone who was more complicated, confused and funny than Jummy.

TO BE CONTINUED BY 6PM.

The 8b is already on my blog .

adisa204: Wow,the way you twist things ehhh,if the doctor really told zainab about richards murder attempt then he should know that he would also be complicated when the police is involved because,he had eliminated someone before on richards behalf.Only just that my guts is telling me he(doctor) did not even kill that woman at first

hey! This would have been how my face wud have looked like if you were right>> , but since yu are wrong, luk at my face >> , nice analysis though,

shaks97: ur wife didn't cook for I'm talking bout mz chistar..... where she at?

mzchistar is obviously somewhere around, am sure

Babie Ghagha: although d update came late but u still blew my heart away.kip d gud work coming

YES ma!! [quote author=Eni~girl]Superb![/quote]#Bless!!

smithe113: Saw babie ghagha's heart bein blown away by chistar's stori.....runs afta it nd returns it back to her

lol.. Yu a case *smh*

Clemzy16: No mind dem MTN jare, me i don dash my own to men of the underworld, why u no port naw?

For the update, it was cool. Just keep 'em coming.

lol, I've tried dumping d sim but the people wey get d number 2 many, I can't loose the sim, at least not yet, . I'll keep them coming.

adegwurulez: badoooooo

badest guy ever liveth!

shaks97: brother chi mtb is an empty hen na ;-) don't uu knw nd as for the update when will yu update next cos uu got a niccurh hooked #oshamo

Tomorrow sir, as 4 2day, am famished and need to sleep

Guys, 4 today's late update, its now official, MTN and I are no longer friends . Anyway, God pass dem!!!... read, and drop your thougts

EPISODE 7.

Ringing like an hysterical fire-alarm, Zainab’s Blackberry Z10 ring tone snapped her out of a deep sleep and for the first time ever, she was grateful that someone had disturbed her beauty sleep. She was having a terrible nightmare where Richard – her husband or perhaps soon to be “EX-husband”, had pushed her so vigorously that she slipped, hit her head on something hard and passed out, at least, that’s what she thought it was, a nightmare.

She squinted her eyes in an attempt to have a clearer view of her current environment, right above her head was a white ceiling plate, if she didn’t recall anything, she at least recalled her room ceiling was made up of brown Ivorian wood and not mere white normal ceiling plates, she turned to her right and saw a needle had been inserted into the back of her right palm, and tracing the straw-like pipe that was connected to the needle, she saw a yellowish liquid in transparent bag that was suspended in the air by a metal gauge.

Suddenly, her immense confused observation of her surroundings was interrupted by Olamide – the musician, who from the speakers of her phone yelled “Take it outside! Basket! Take it inside! koroba… Them they feeling us, now them they famz just to be with us!…” It was her ring tone, so obviously, the person who called the first time was calling again.

She spotted her phone on the bedside table and she grabbed it, the ray of light from the phone took her unawares and she was forced to squint her eyes. At first, she could barely see the writings on the screen of her phone, but her eyes later regulated the ray of light and she saw the writing on the screen of her phone clearly, written in bold “Ariel” font, the word “Unknown Number” glared at her.

The first thought that popped into her head was, who in their right senses named their child “Unknown Number”? But she immediately snapped out the thought and smiled at how silly she was to think “Unknown Number” was someone’s name.

She picked the call.

“Hello!” She said.

“Good! You are awake?” The caller asked rhetorically, but somehow expected a response.

“Awake? Yea, obviously, who am I speaking with?”

“That doesn’t matter for now, just pay attention to what I have to say to you.”

“Am all ears…” Zainab grunted.

“Firstly, I expect you to be in the hospital by now, I made the anonymous call to the Lagos State Teaching Hospital after I injected you with something that would make you stay alive for a while longer. Secondly, Richard, your husband tried to kill you. I dropped a recorded audio of our little conversation which we made when you passed out inside your brown Ralph Lauren bag which is in your cupboard. Do whatever you like with it, I recommend you hand it over to the police so he can be convicted, and before I forget, you have a nice collection of hand bags by the way. Good bye” before Zainab could voice out the thousands of questions that she had in mind, the caller hung up, he made sure he was the last to speak.

Zainab dropped the phone and lay on her bed as confused as hell.

“Richard tried to kill me? Why would he want to do that? Who just called me? Where is Jummy?” She asked herself multiple questions which only ended up in confusing her more.

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Jummy must have been unconscious for over twelve hours before she finally regained her consciousness. She was obviously still at the “Owolabi Private Clinic”, and had just gone through a minor surgery. The truth of the matter was, she hadn’t really sustained any serious injury during the accident but she was just one of those people who bled a lot, and the excess blood loss made her case look more delicate than it really was. All Doctor Owolabi had to do was remove the huge piece of glass that had pierced her shoulder and stitch it up, he was glad that he didn’t have to go through much trouble.

Jummy had barely opened her eyes when her angel in an armor walked into the room with a smile on his face, it was indeed the cutest smile she had ever seen in her twenty seven years on planet earth.

“Hey! You awake!” He exclaimed.

Jummy was sure about what exactly she was meant to reply so she just kept mute and smiled at him.

“Err.. I really don’t know what to say or do, maybe I should just go and call the doctor first, okay by you?” He asked, still retaining his charming smile. Jummy wanted to say something he should just stay and talk to her but instead, she involuntarily nodded and watched him leave the room to go get the doctor. She sighed.

Dr. Owolabi appeared at the front of Jummy minutes later and he carried out some examinations on her the said;
“Everything seems to be in order, you really need to thank this gentlemen for bringing you here immediately” he said, pointing at the two good samaritans, “if you had lost more blood, you probably wouldn’t have made it. If you like, you can be discharged tomorrow?” He concluded, as if asked a question.

Jummy murmured; “that would be great” in response. And watch the doctor leave the room.

“She then looked at the two guys and said;
“Thanks a lot, I really didn’t know people like you guys still existed in Nigeria…” She was obviously trying to crack a joke.

“Don’t mention, we weren’t really heading anywhere important in particular” one of them replied, “what’s your name by the way?”

“Am Jumoke, but you can call me Jummilistic but most people just call me Jummy” she joked.

They all laughed at her joke and the angel in an armor, at least that’s how Jummy saw him before she passed out then replied;
“Okay, I think I’ll just call you Jummy, Jumilistic don’t sound so nice coming from my mouth. Anyway, am John and my friend’s name is Samuel, do you have anyone we can call to come pick you up? We might not be able to stay till tomorrow.”

“Oh! Sure, I have a best friend, we can call her and am sure she would come even though she is in the belle of a whale” she replied, attempting to crack another joke which wasn’t so funny this time.

“Okay, good. Hope you know her number by heart because we are not sure of the where about of your phone, maybe its still at the crash scene” John replied.

“Yea, sure. Her number is 08139998888” Jummy mischievously replied, she knew the weren’t ready to dial the number yet, but decided to go ahead and say it anyway.

Surprisingly, John got the number and repeated after her, “08139998888, right?”. Jummy was speechless.

“Okay, good, we would call her right away!” John added, he had a naughty smile on his face, he knew he had surprised her, but Samuel wasn’t surprised, he knew his friend had a photographic memory.

All Jummy could say was “okay”, she still couldn’t figure out how John had memorized the number so fast, it had taken her over a month before she learnt it.

John picked up his phone and dialed the supposed Zainab’s number, after it must have rang for a minute, the recipient picked the call and replied;

“Hello? I was hoping you would call again…”

All John could reply in his confused state was;
“Huh?”.

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After driving for almost an hour, Richard finally got to his destination, the WheatBaker hotel.

He had been driving at a neck breaking speed as he always did whenever he was emotional unstable, he couldn’t believe how much had changed in his life just within the time span of two days or there about.

The last event that still rang like a church bell in his head was still that of Dr. Daniel threatening to call the police and as Dr. Daniel had picked up his phone to dialed a number, Richard had sneaked out of the basement and out of the house, straight to his car. And without know where else to go to, he drove back to the hotel he just lodged out from few hours ago.

He walked straight to the receptionist who wasn’t excited to see him this time unlike the first time she did.
“I need a room” he said calmly with a tone of authority.

“I need some money” she replied sarcastically and calmly.

If Richard eyes had a gun, the kind of stare he gave her would definitely had shot her dead on that spot. He wanted to yell at her to give her a room once more but he figured it wasn’t worth the stress, he dipped his hands into his back pocket and brought out his Credit card, then he handed it over to the receptionist.

“Can I have a room now?” He asked sarcastically.

“I’ll have to check if you have sufficient funds in your account first, then you can have as many rooms as you want” she replied coldly, she seemed to be determined and Richard saw the look in her eyes, he kept quiet and glared at her as she punched some buttons on her computer.

“Now, you can have a room, which type of room do you want?” She asked with some level of respect after she had checked the funds in his account and saw he could buy the hotel if he wanted.

“Just give me something comfortable, I might be staying here for quite a long while… A very long while” he replied a sinister tone, like he had an evil thoughts in her mind.

“Okay then, then you can have one of our executive suites. Suite 4. Its just right along…”

“I know where the suite is just give me my card and the keys” he cut.

She said nothing again, just gave him what he asked for and watched him walk away, she noticed something was fishy or just different about him, but just couldn’t spot it.

TO BE CONTINUED.

[quote author=Mz_Chistar]Please moderators,I can't boast of being a literature lover but I luv dis nd tink it wud be nice if the whole nairaland gets to read it >> https://www.nairaland.com/1469546/letter-ex#18661819 by christar01. Thanks. *modified*[/quote]

Madawaki01: seconded.

spaq: thirded
fouthed
fifthed...

sixted, sevented and eighted

Babie Ghagha: it will shock u lyk shocker cos am very gud in reading minds

let's watch n see.

adisa204: Im so loving this story.Richard is so fuckingly wicked and heartless,whew cant even imagine that type of man in a womans life.oga chistar me i dey ur back for this story,my dosage b4 i sleep everyday after work.

hmmm... Lol, so my story don turn medicine?[quote author=Eni~girl]ah waz jez jokinq oh ;(. Waitinq 4 d next update sha.[/quote]lol, I knew u were..

switzan: I've been reading since without commentinge and guy this is very interesting. I also read your "my complicated love story".more power to your elbow

thanks babes , u can ff my new story if yu wish, its something different. #Bless[quote author=sкчscrαρεr™]to what seem like eternity, i`m finally throuqh readinq this story| *prostratinq to qreet chistar* you`re a multi-talented writer and i can cateqorically say that you`re the best thinq to had happened to nairaland.

-clemzy says so¡[/quote]hmmm #Bless! Thanks bro

Babie Ghagha: nah wah for u o chistar.d way u twist torry ehn is very funny.anyway i told my sis(smhart 1) dat i trust u,dat u know deh way u do ur tin dat zainab nd jummy cannot die lyk dat nd u proved me right.

lol... Err.. Yu were lucky 2 be right dz time, yu won't be next time, I'll make sure of that [quote author=Eni~girl]Hehehe....i kn dey wnt die. U no fit put me 4 suspense aqn*tonque awt*[/quote]lol, you get mouth to talk abi? don't worry, I'll make sure my nxt update is filled with suspence , and I'll see if yu won't nearly have heart attack

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Smhart1: You got me real hard the way you twisted everything.nice work chistar

thank bae

OMA4U: Nice one, christa! A wonderful writer. Jeun lo kosi were

thanks bro, ur work at the short story competition was cool too

tosingcfr: So d'o'p'e. I would have to introduce some of ur words to my diction. Thumbs up

lol, hmmmm, really? Words like?

Madawaki01: weed..right ;-) ??nice write up...btw,who be d mofo wey quote dat whole tin??..som pple self

lol, weed ke? Don't spoil me oh . Thanks

[quote author=sкчscrαρεr™]chistar, i swear if there is any word i should use to describe you, it`s not yet in a dictionary¡ so for now, i`m qoinq to say you`re qood x100|[/quote]thanks sir, see what yu have caused, my cheeks are red now and am blushing

Anthony4578: 1.nevertheless,i advice you really work on this particular story and make a script out of it,am sure nairaland would get a producer for u,2.OR you look for them online cos thats what i do now.thumbs up bro

1. I'm trying my best to make this story tha BOMB!, and dear nairalanders, if u are a movie producer or you know one, am interested in turning this story or MCLS into a movie oh!! Nna nu kwa? (Have yu heard?), just PM moi and we would talk business. , odikwa very serious.

tinahrex: all of u shuld go n check awt d rest on his blog

thanks bro #Bless.[quote author=Mz_Chistar]Chistar comman update na, I tot dat u must have updated by now, that's Ɣ I even came online,or are u still doing dat "6PM" only thing?[/quote]yes, the updates are to come aroud 6PM daily, and if u check the tym I posted it, it is still around 6Pm, I dunno if tse tse fly af bite me, but I sleep a lot nowadays , that's why d update didn't come earlier.

I saw what yu did at the front page endorsement thread and the voting thread, I appreciate

EPISODE 6.

They say even when we are asleep or unconscious, the mind is always active until we are dead. That was the case of Jummy.

As she laid on the floor, at the verge of loosing her life, Jummy mind was as active as possible, there was every probability she was even cracking some jokes to her self because her lips seemed to have slowly curved into a smile, but that's another story.

She wasn't so conscious about what was going on around her, but she knew when a car parked at her side and the occupants- two men she thinks, came over to her side and lifted her up, then put her at the back seat of their car, she could but only pray they were samaritans who were taking her to a hospital and not anywhere else.

Her prayer was answered to the fullest when the two men stopped their car at the front of "Owolabi Private Clinic", about ten miles from where she had the accident, and as one rushed inside to call for help, the other one opened the back seat door and tried to put Jummy in a state where it would be easy for the nurses to carry her in to the hospital.

Almost immediately, Jummy found herself being placed on a stretcher and carried into the hospital by the nurses and the two men following them, she made up her mind to at least see who the good samratians were before she totally passes out, and with one sudden outburst of adrenaline, she popped open her eyes and saw one of them, she scanned the environment for the second one but he was nowhere to be found. A nurse was already pushing her back to the stretcher and saying she needs to relax but Jummy wasn't one to be told what to do so she kept on turning and searching as the nurses carried her to the emergency ward and at long last, she saw him, in Jummy eyes, he looked like an angel wearing an armor, but maybe that was just her mind playing tricks on her. He looked like he had been hurrying up to catch up with them.

"I've locked the car" he said to his friend, "what did the nurses say? Is the lady gonna survive?" He added in a foreign accent and had a sincere look of worry on his face.

The friend nodded in response, Jummy saw this and before she fully passed out, she smiled and mentally remembered one statement she heard when watching "Games Of Thrones" - when at the face of death, say, "DEATH, NOT TODAY!", so she "Nigerianalized" it in her own funny way and murmured;
"Ogbeni death, no be today you go carry me go yonder"

She fully passed out.

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11:00PM

Richard looked at his wrist watch for the umpteenth time and wanted to let out a loud scream of frustration, but he somehow controlled the urge to scream by tapping the floor with his left hand, so hard he probably had injured himself.

"I called this son of a bitch over an hour ago and even after promising to be here in thirty minutes he hasn't arrived" he lamented out loud.

The truth is, Dr. Daniel would have been there thirty minutes ago, or lesser, but he was being delayed by the horrible traffic jam on the Cele - Mile 2 road, the traffic wasn't really a new thing for the regulars but today's traffic jam gave a whole new definition to the word "Traffic jam" as even the regulars hadn't seen any one worst than it.

After driving like a snail for about forty five minutes in the traffic jam, Dr. Daniel got to the spot that had caused the traffic and saw it was just a yellow "Molue bus" that had been parked at the center of the road probably because the bus refused to start. He sighed and laid about a million curses on the driver, even though he was nowhere to be found. On a broader note, the driver would probably die before the next day because the amount of swear and curses people rained on him as they passed by the bus can't possibly be contained by one person.

After conquering the bottle neck traffic jam at the Cele - Mile 2 road, it took Dr. Daniel about another thirty minutes before he could locate Richard's house in Festac. He arrogantly drove pass the house twice before he decided to humble himself and ask for directions, he nearly bit off his head when he discorvered the house had been the one he could have tapped his chest and say that wasn't the it, he grumbled some words of appreciation to the Hausa, or is it Fulani aboki who had directed him.

He picked up his phone and called Richard.

"Am at the site, where are you?"

"Good, give me a minute, am coming to pick you" and Richard hung up. Dr. Daniel was disappointed at him self for not being the one who ended the call this time.

Without even sparing a second, Richard literally ran out of the house, down to the gate and he spotted the a red Toyota Corolla just somewhere around the block. His guts told him the car belonged to Dr. Daniel, and he was right.

He decided to be sure and he called Dr. Daniel once again, as Dr. Daniel pressed the green button to pick the call, he placed his thumb on the red button so as to be able to end the call quickly.

"Hello" he spoke.

"Yea! What type of car are you in?" Richard asked.

"A red Toyota Corolla"

"Good, am at your back right now, come out!"

Dr. Daniel didn't reply before he ended the call, he smiled with the funny thought of being the one who ended the call this time. He then walked out off the car and spotted Richard, he walked up to him and said;

"Do you know a lot has changed in this part of the city? I couldn't even spot your house with out a little help from a friend"

"You came with a friend?" Richard asked in shock, he knew Dr. Daniel had no friends and he worked alone.

"Not really a friend, just some bloke I met when..."

"Spare me the details!" Richard cut in, "the point is you are here and we have no time to waste, let's go"

"Okay, if you say so"

Dr. Daniel then pressed the "Lock" button on the car remote and just like magic, all the doors of the car automatically got locked.

"Lead the way" he added.

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Mr Owolabi, the owner of "Owolabi Private Clinic" was furious at his nurses for taking in such a patient, his words were;
"Are you all insane? Didn't you see she was already at the verge of loosing her life before you took her in? Aren't you aware of the series of legal actions that comes with each death that happens in any hospital, let alone, a private clinic like mine!!!" He turned his gaze at one nurse Susan and added, "weren't you here when the new nurses carried the lady to the emergency wars? Or have you forgotten what we went through the last time this clinic lost a patient, am disappointed in you!" He concluded.

All nurse Susan and other nurses could say was;
"We are sorry sir!"

"Sorry for yourself!" He replied immediately, "which of the emergency ward is she in?" He asked.

"Ward C, sir" Susan replied.

"Have you given her anything yet?"

"Yes sir, her some drugs that would stop the bleeding"

"Good, is everything ready for surgery? because am sure she would be needing one"

"No sir but I can..." Susan was about to say when a certain Nurse Titi who was a new nurse in the hospital interrupted her, "yes sir, I've set everything"

Mr Owolabi looked at nurse Titi and smiled but the smile disappeared when he looked at Nurse Susan,
"I'm really disappointed at you, nurse Susan. All you know how to do is ask for a salary increase, incompetent nurse."

Susan bowed her head in shame, she was the eldest and probably the oldest nurse on duty in terms of years spent in the clinic, in all her service in the clinic, she had never been insulted so much by Mr Owolabi, she felt really bad.

"What are you all waiting for? Nurse Titi, nurse Jessica and nurse Susan, let's go and save a life!" Mr Owobai said and led the way as the three nurse he had called followed him at his back.

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Dr. Daniel got to Richard's flat few minutes later and he was surprised as he didn't see the body of Zainab as he had been told by Richard, so he asked and Richard replied;
"You don't expect me to keep her body out in open, do you? I've dragged it to the basement, let's go down there and see her"

Richard led the way, and Dr. Daniel followed. As soon as the got to the basement, Richard switched on the light and at the floor in the middle of the room laid Zainab's body.

Dr. Daniel after his years of experience knew the first rule of his kind of business was to always get your facts straight before jumping to conclusion, so he decided to check if Zainab was really dead, even though she looked lifeless.

He walked close to her body and squatted beside it. He dropped the scary looking box he had been carrying all along and for the first time, he opened it. The smell that came out of it was too bad for Richard to comprehend, he let out a loud "Yuck!!!" And ran out of the basement, hoping the smell would subside so he could go back inside. Dr. Daniel expected the smell so had held his breath, contained in the box were things he planed on using to desolve the body and some particles of the last body he dissolved had rotten inside the box, thus the smell.

He took Zainab hand by the right hand and placed two fingers on her wrist to feel her pulse, surprisingly, he felt something but wasn't sure.
He wanted to place his ears on her chest to check if he could here any heart beat when Richard came back into the room.

"What do you think you are doing?" He asked.

"What did you say happened to her exactly?"

"How is that your business? Just do what you are meant to..."

"Oh please! Would you shut the fcck up for once! Must you always be so arrogant? Answer the question before I teach you a lesson"

Being threatened by a man like Dr. Daniel wasn't the position any one would love to be in, and Richard knew that. He told Dr. Daniel everything, starting from where he was punching Clement on the face to the part he pushed Zainab and the part she hit her head on the bed.

Dr. Daniel "hmmmed" and nodded at Richard explanation, and he brought out a stethoscope from his box which he placed on Zainabs's left chest.
He smiled.

Richard had never seen Dr. Daniel smile and knew something was fishy.

"What's funny Dr. Dan?"

"This wife of yours which you despise so much isn't dead, and am so sure when I resuscitate and stabilize her, she would still divorce you"

Richard was shocked at how even Dr. Daniel had heard about the divorce scandals that had been the headlines of all blogs, newspapers and other press media.

"No! She can't wake up, kill her now!" Richard screamed in terror.

"I'm done killing for you! You need to be taught a lesson" Dr. Daniel replied grinning.

TO BE CONTINUED.

New update in a bit.

soul minister: [color=#770077][/color]

I never expected this kind of story from this dude, but what can I say other than "he's doing a good job here". # sitting quietly at the back sit and crossing my legs because my approx. 7ft height will block people#

hmmm.. I'll take this as a compliment. Thanks.

spaq: One word; WOW

One word; thanks.

onyibajoe: How creative! Wow!

. Thanks!!!

HumbledbYGrace: Your mad joor

I love the way you started it, now that's what I call creativity....big-ups

#Bless . U won't believe where I got the inspiration from , dnt bother asking, I won't tell yu

[quote author=Mz_Chistar]THUMBS UP.
Frankly speak, u r d only reason I joined nairaland and d only reason am still on nairaland.
Can u drop d voting thread link, lemme rush and vote for u.[/quote]lol, and Mr Seun hasn't paid me one kobo for bringing a new member oh , thanks jhur, go to the prvious page, the link has been posted by that hausa brother of mine already, lol.[quote author=Eni~girl]Vhiz stori wil b d best xo far. Gettinq mre interestinq #followinq.[/quote] , I told u pipo dat I plan on making it my best, didn't I? . Thanks babe.

smithe113: Creativvity redefined.......nice one bro

hmmm.. That sounds like a big word , thanks bro.

Kensco: Wow! dat ws some piece! I've bin a silent reader buh nw I dcided 2 tel u,u r really gud mahn! Mur grease 2 ur elbow!

salute! #Bless #Thanks.[quote author=Mz_Chistar]I've already commented on dis yesterday, .
And am following ur blog already[/quote]lol, yea babes, I know

Anthony4578: From 'my complicated love story' to 'school life' , and now 'babe in total control'. Chistar ure the best! have u ever thought of a career in script writing?

. Best? Thanks bro.
hmmm... Not really, but now you've said it, am already thinking bout it. U can DM the details if you have something in mind .

PEACe.

Krisgift: Nice story,knack us more.following...

more coming ya way soon, go and FF my blog in the main time..

valdes00: so u don even forget me since al dis days, i dont usually coment again cos of reasons best known to me but i do follow ur story closely

forget you ke? You were one of my 1st major readers and "gingering nigga". If you scan through the thread, you would see a post where I asked about you na, anyway, am glad that yu are still following ma stories #Bless.
PEACe.

nabsprada: new story?? am al in..bt on which section is d story gonna b?

its still in the literature section but the main version with pictures is on my blog. The link is on my signature, I'll be expecting yu over there. #bless.
PEACe.

chuks87: Itz a WOW!!!

wow wow

Chiamaka01: What can i say? Wow. Have i ever told you how creative you are?
Oops. Hope i'm allowed to comment.

nope, u haven't but a lot of people have , yes u are allowed to comment

patholaw: Datz my main man chistar...nice write-up

#bless! [quote author=RINE.]I like the writer's choice of words.[/quote]hmmm.. Thank, m d writter

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***GHOST MODE ACTIVATED** DONE N DUSTED

I'm honoured sir. #Bless.
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me? what did I do?

A LETTER 2 MY EX.

Hello dear,

… Okay, I admit it, using “hello dear” sounds too stale and old school, why don’t I just use “hi pumpkin?”, after all, that was the pet name I used to call you before I caught you and that annoying dude who sits at my back in class doing… Errr, never mind, that’s another story.

So, let me start all over again.

Hi pumpkin,

How you doing? As I write this letter, I’m quite uncertain about my feelings for you, as a matter of fact, I don’t think I even feel anything for you anymore, but I don’t want you to know that yet, so I’ll probably never send this letter to you. Don’t bother asking me why because I don’t even know – I really don’t understand myself at times.

I still recall the very first day I met you or is it “chat with you?”, whatever. Anyway, I was dead bored as usual, and needed to browse so as to keep myself busy – frankly speaking, when I say browse, I actually mean tweet because I was a twitter addict and so were you.

So I picked up my phone and tried to log on to twitter but it was one of those random days when MTN decides to go on an unannounced strike and leave every on who uses their network on their blackberry with the “GSM” thing at the top right corner of their screen, which only signifies that the blackberry phones are temporary useless.

My eyes were getting red, my throat getting dry, and many awkward things were happening to me because of my inability to tweet so I became dead desperate, I sneaked to my elder sister’s room and stole her phone while she slept, I was sure she was going to kill me when she woke up but who cares? After all, am not the one who sent her to stay awake all night to make night call with that dude who only calls her at night when the call is free, #BrokeNiggazBeLike… – not like its my business but I wonder what she saw in him.

Luckily for me, she wasn’t a member of the MTN family and her network was great, 3G tho badt!!! I made a mental note to port to whatever network she uses after my current MTN subscription expired – I couldn’t let my 1•5k waste so it has to expire first!.

You really need to see as my heart leaped for joy as I logged in and my beautiful timeline opened right before my eyes, it was as if a huge rock had been lifted of my shoulder – whatever that means. I follow the funniest set of people so I was laughing my arse out and rolling on the floor barely a minute later after I logged in.

After a while of just scrolling through my timeline and replying “LOL” at almost all the tweets I could lay my eyes on, I decided to take a chill pill and chat with someone, and that was when I saw it, I’m not so sure what your handle is now, but it used to be something like “@Miss_Understood419″, the handle was catchy and I just had to view your profile, I clicked on your handle and waited for it to load quickly in high anticipation.

As I viewed your avatar, “OMG!!!” I think my heart skipped a beat, why am I even lieing? My heart skipped about five beats and not one! You were the most beautiful creature I had ever seen.

Subconsciously, I punched the “follow” button and tweeted “NFF @Miss_Understood419, KFB miss”, at exactly 1min 26sec – yes I counted, I got a mention, I quickly clicked on the “mention” icon (@) and saw “@DatBlaqBoy95 done!”, I ran round my room like a mad man on rage, I stopped at one point and started dancing skelewu in excitement, I know that single word meant nothing to you but it meant everything to me – don’t bother trying to understand why, I can’t even explain it.

So I decided to push my luck, I sent you a “DM” which had only one word in it; “Hi”, I didn’t expect a reply from you, and even if I did, I didn’t expect it to be so fast but you replied;
“hello?” almost immediately. I felt the urge to run round the room once more but I somehow controlled it.

“Am Michael” I replied you.

“Oh, hi Mikey, do I know you?” I nearly had a heart attack, “did she just call me Mikey?” That’s was the question which rang in my head.

I wanted to reply; “no you don’t, but I would like to *wink*” but then, I thought that would sound too flirty, so I went with the usual line we guys use when asked such questions;

“No, I just saw your handle and profile somewhere around and you seemed quite nice, so I decided to follow you. PS: Thanks for the follow back!”

This time you took over five minutes to reply, only doubling my anxiety, I thought I had done something wrong.

“Oh, u’re welcome, am Sharon”
After reading your reply, I let out a huge breath of air I didn’t even realize I was holding.

“You have got a really nice name “

“Thanks “.

“So, am seventeen and I school at Queen Maris” I replied.

“Queen Maris? The one at Jakande estate?”

“Yea, do you know it?”

“Yes! I do! That’s my school!!!” You replied and to be frank with you, I ran round my room and started jumping on my bed in excitement.

“Yay! Wow, what class and how old are you?” I asked.

“Am sixteen and am in SS1″

“Yay! I’m older that you with a year!” I replied stupidly in joy.

“Its just a year oh, don’t get too excited” you replied, that’s one thing I’ve always loved about you, your constant serious attitude.

“Yea yea, so do you have any hobby?”

“Yep, sure, I love swimming and reading novels”

“Really? Swimming? You must have a swimmer’s body right?”

“Yea, why, you wanna see it? “

I think my face turned “tomato red” when you said that. I knew you were joking but come on! That would make any guy blush.

I didn’t know what to say so I typed the first thing that came to my mind. Of course, now that I think back on it, I feel really stupid.

“Um…?” See.. I told you, stupid right?

“I’m just playing with you, ease up Mikey!”
When you said or wrote,whatever, my name the second time, I nearly had a seizure! You should have been there.

“I know, I just didn’t know what to say…”

“How about yes? “

“Wow! Wait a minute, are you flirting with me?” I asked.
Why the hell did I ask such a silly question?.

“Not really, I only do it to guys I think are cute “

I couldn’t believe you just called me cute, I just froze, and stared at your message, I must have read it about a hundred times before you replied me and snapped me out of my dream world.

“Hey! Mikey, are you still there? Am just teasing you o, don’t take the stuffs I say personal” you replied and denied the whole thing you just said, but I knew there was more to it than that.

“Lol, I was just in a little world of my own” I replied.

“Aiit, err.. Am sorry but I’ve got to go to school early tomorrow, maybe we would see at school tomorrow?”

The earth stopped spinning for a split second at this question, the lady I was crushing on wants to see me?.

“Yea, sure. We would” I replied, mentally dancing skelewu, azonto, etighi, makosa and probably every dance I know at once – come to think of it, why do all this dances have funny names?.

“Aiit, sleep tight Mikey <3"

I had to force myself to start breathing again when I saw you added a heart smiley after my name, I knew you didn't mean anything by it but it still made me happy, really happy.

"Awww.. Alright Sharon , nitty, see ya tomorrow "

"Bye *kisses*"

"Bye"

I didn't know it then, but that few minutes of chatting with you, changed my life – forever.

With love,

-Michael.

*squeezes letter and throws it in the waste bin.*

THE END.


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