walintize: @chistar, av checked Ɣ☺ΰя blog, can't find d concluding part na @chistar, av checked Ɣ☺ΰя blog, can't find d concluding part na

not my fault.. Dere wasn't light all through yesterday so couldn't type. I'm currently typing it tho, so I guess ill have to post it simultaneously between here and my blog. Sorry 4 the inconviniece.

@ you guys dat are talking about John repentance. Personally, I'm a christian and I believe people can change and be saved from any problem once they involve Jesus in the issue. I didn't want to sound too religious that's what I didn't elaborate on John's conversion, so it won't be like I'm deviating from the story and preaching.

I hope to complete the final episode and post it today.

Hmmmmmmm

ladyfeli: Omo i ve missed a lot o!!! N i wud lyk 2 wish d writer n readas of bitch a api xmas eve,merry xmas,api boxing day in arrearz(afta all oyibo sae beta late dan neva). N also 2 beg chistar 2 4gt his planz of endin d story dis yr,dere are still many areas dat cant b covad in 4 days. #Still following#

I'll end the story properlly tomorrow and use an epilogue to tell you guys how each character ends up. I guess you guys would have to use your imagination to fill in any blank space I don't cover , I don't want to be the one who "WRITES" the whole story, you guys imagination should fill in the loose ends

EPISODE 41

There are times in life where we feel all hope is lost. A time where everything goes wrong and our best friends seem to suddenly be our worse enemies. Its times like that we know who we truly are and we know our full capability.

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John had lost it all. He had quited working for his father and the business he was trying to set up wasn't growing as quick as he wanted, but all of that wasn't really his main problem. His main problem was Jummy. He had lost her all because of his foolishness, he hadn't always been bisexual and it took loosing Jummy to know that he can be straight... If there was one thing he was sure of now, it would be he sincerely loved Jummy with all his heart.

As he stared down from the roof of the GNP building, he realized committing suicide isn't as easy as people portray it. His brain was fighting a war with his broken heart. While his heart told him to jump and he would feel no other pain again, his brain told him to go home and think about how to win Jummy back.

At a point, he climbed the pavement and just a step forward would have sealed the deal but his brain finally won the war. He stepped down from the pavement and decided to go home. He believed he still had a chance with Jummy if he was alive, but if he killed himself, then nothing can happen.

As he sat down on the chair, he realized he was crying and that was a very strange thing for him, considering he hadn't cried in ages.

Suddenly, he heard a voice. The voice seemed to flow with the wind and he wasn't sure until a heavy wind blew once again and asked him the simply question of faith.

DO YOU WANT ME TO SAVE YOU?

John was so astonished to reply so he just nodded. And the next thing he knew, his heart was filled with joy. He didn't know why, but he was smiling and all he could say was "thank you".

At that spot, on the roof of GNP, John gave his life to Jesus.

He was truly saved.

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Jummy was worried. After the dinner with John, she had gone straight home, showered and laid on her bed in an attempt to sleep, but Mr Sleep didn't seem to be her friend so she kept on tossing and turning round the bed, thinking about no other person than John.

With a clear head, she saw things differently. She started thinking maybe she was too harsh on him. She couldn't deny the fact that she loved him so much it hurt.

Her thoughts were interrupted by her ringing phone.

She glanced at the wall clock and silently cursed the person who was calling at such ungodly hour before picking up the phone and saw it was Zainab. She knew Zainab would never call at such a time without having a good reason.

She pressed the green button.

After the call, she only became more worried after hearing what Zainab had to say.

Toafeek had been kidnapped, the kidnapper requested for ten million naira, Zainab had less than half of that and she wanted to trick them with it and finally she wasn't supposed to call the police.

Can tonight get any worse? She thought.

She knew she wasn't meant to call the police but she had to help somehow, she need advice and only one person came into her mind.

She took a deep breath and dialed a number.

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Henry drove like a thief being chased by the entire New York Police Department (NYPD). He knew he didn't have much time to get to their next destination but he also knew that the kidnappers didn't care about that so he drove like his life depended on it.

Although Zainab complained about his speed out loud and requested he reduced it before they ended up spending the rest of their night in a hospital or at worse a morgue, she silently prayed that he even increased the speed and silently thanked her stars that he was involved in the matter, she didn't know how she would have kept herself together if she had done this all alone.

Eight minutes later, they drove past the Mile 2/ festac intersection and at exactly Nine minutes later, they were at Mile 2 - Oke as instructed.

Henry looked at Zainab and saw a kind of expression he had never seen on her before. Usually, he could read her facial expressions, but this time, she was blank. He knew playing the cracking-a-joke card at this time would be a bad idea, he decided to play a different card.

"Don't worry," he said, "your brother would be rescued, trust me."

Zainab didn't even act like she heard him. He continued. "When next they call, request to see your brother so that you would know he is still alive."

A minute later her phone rang.

"Hello," she said.

"Are you there yet?"

"Yes."

"Take one bag this time and get out of your car. Look around and you would see two buses parked besides each other, one red, one yellow. Drop the money beside in the red one and go back to your car."

Zainab remember Henry's words. "I want to speak to my brother now, I want to know that he is still alive and safe."

Mr Dayo sighed. "Okay, I'll do better than that. I'll show him to you life and direct."

Zainab ears opened wider as he said that.

"When you drop the money in the red bus, go to the back of the yellow bus and don't try fast move."

Zainab dropped the money in the red bus as she was told and walked to the back of the red bus. Through the glass, she saw her brother.

He was tied to a chair with his mouth taped together. Zainab walked closer and wanted to open the door when she saw a gun appear beside Taofeek's head, she couldn't see the face of the person because of the darkness.

She reluctantly went back to her car.

She had barely sat down when her phone rang.

"Now that that's settled. Drive back to Oke-Afa now, locate St Pauls Anglican Church and wait for my call. You have twenty five minutes to get there and locate it." Mr Dayo paused as if thinking of something then he added. "So far you have been pretty obedient and I like that, just do as I say, and you would see your brother. And don't think I don't know you brought a friend along even after I told you not to. I'm not angry yet... Don't give me a reason to be." Mr Dayo hung up.

Henry started the car and drove off, heading to Oke-Afa, the call had been on loud speaker and he heard everything.

As they drove, Zainab received a text message from Jummy: WHERE ARE YOU NOW?

Zainab replied: ON OUR WAY TO THE LAST DROP (St Pauls Anglican Church, Oke-Afa). Please I know you want to help but don't do anything silly.

Jummy had other plans of her own.

TO BE CONTINUED.

PS: http://sochistar./2013/12/27/b•i•t•c•h-different-plans-episode-41/ .

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(I think by tommorow, I would have set a personal record. In 6 months, I've written three long series and two short stories )... Thanks to you guys. But sadly, my next series would be exclusive to my blog... Meaning I won't be posting it here on nairaland although I'll let you guys know when I start it here on this thread so don't unfollow this thread after the last update . I'll pass other information to you guys later.)

Missmossy: Wow! I must confess you doing a beautiful job here Chistar. Though iam kinda new here,iam really impressed by your writeup. Continue the good job,keep the fire burning. Well done.

welcome n thanks babes, I hope you have checked out my blog too

Daniel2802: Keep up the great work.

thanks sire!

kennybelle: Thanks oga Chi! But pls dnt kill Taofeek, biko!

lol, ill try my best not to

bquin2all: Chistar....
Taofeek dareth nat die cos ayam preservin him for Jummy.
Yhu hear??!!

lwkmdead... Really?

adegwurulez: still very much here. nice story bro...

I appreciate bruh

EPISODE 40b.

For someone who was in the hands of kidnappers who just opened a tool box filled with weird looking things that could really hurt someone, Taofeek looked pretty relaxed.

"Do you know what this is?" The other man who had walked in with Mr Dayo asked Henry as he held a tool that looked exactly like a screw driver.

"A screw driver?" Taofeek replied as if asking for some sort of confirmation.

The man pressed a button on the screw-driver and the tip of the screw-driver splited only to reveal two sharp looking pin-like objects that replaced the tip of the screw-driver.

"No my friend, this isn't a really a screw-driver. Its more like an injection with two pins. The problem I have with it is that it doesn't cause much pain."

Taofeek opened his mouth in shock, why would he want it to cause more pain? He wondered.

"What do you plan on doing with that?" He asked.

"Just to motivate your sister." Mr Dayo cut in and the dialed Zainab's number.

Everybody was quite for a few minutes and then Mr Dayo spoke "have you gotten my money ready?"

Taofeek listened carefully and tried to understand the conversation. The next thing he knew, the weird looking screw-driver was stabbed into his laps and he let out and ear deafening scream.

The only tangible things he got out of Mr Dayo's conversation was one: he definitely was somewhere about a place called Cele Express and Zainab had the money prepared.

He was going to be free at last! He thought to himself and smile formed on his face.

He forgot things don't also go as planned.

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In no time, the bags were filled and the newspapers were properly covered with the money.

"Let's go, I'll drive." Henry said to Zainab.

"Didn't you hear the part where I'm meant to deliver the money alone?"

"And you would deliver the money alone, but I'm driving you there, besides, I'm a better and faster driver."

Zainab wasn't in the mood to argue. She tried to pick up the the three bags and take them to the car, but they were too heavy. Henry folded his arms and watched her struggle with the bags in amusement. When he had had enough fun, he walked over and snatched the bags from and her hands, easily lifting then from the floor.

"And later, you females would say 'what a man can do, a woman can do better', when you can just carry a few newspapers." Henry said as he walked away.

Zainab smiled.

By the time they got to the car and were on the road, Zainab picked up her phone and dialed a number.

Henry saw that she held the phone to her ears and became curious, "who are you calling?"

"Someone. You don't expect us to go without the police knowing and not even a friend in case thing go wrong?"

"Nothing would go wrong."

"Well, I'm not taking any chances," she replied and before Henry could reply, the recipient picked up.

"Do you know what time it is?" Jummy asked from the other end of the line.

"Shut up and listen, this is serious." Zainab replied then when she got Jummy's attention, she went ahead to tell her the whole story and made Jummy promise not to call the police... Jummy promised then Zainab hung up.

"Now, someone knows where we were last seen." Zainab said to Henry.

They got to the bridge as instructed and Zainab walked out of the car alone, dragging the three bags along, she stood at the pedestrian bridge just as instructed.

Her phone went life at exactly twenty minutes.

"Are you there?"

"Yes, I am."

"Good. Now, do as I say. Drop one of the bags beside the middle pillar of the pedestrian bridge the take the remaining two back to the car and drive to Mile 2 - Oke, you have ten minutes to do that." The call went dead.

Jummy did exactly as told and went back to the car.

"Why did you drop one bag there and what would happen to the remaining bags?" Henry asked looking confused.

"That was the instruction, now drive to Mile 2 - Oke."

"Wow!!! This just got quite interesting." Henry said as he started the car.

TO BE CONTINUED.

Eni~girl:
Speechless....qud work.

thanks boo

walewunmi: Wow tins are rily geting interesting abeg oh JOHN don't commit suicide JUMMY abeg 4give am oh give him another chance!!!thumbs up bro

lol.. Thanks bro

Cykik: Sir chistar pls read before you post your story. You are misplacing henry for taofeek and henry for john. Please read and modify them for others to understand.

Its geting suspicious and interesting though

I typed the episode last night with sleepy eyes, I'll do as told anyway. Thanks

EPISODE 40

"Have they called?" Henry asked Zainab as she returned with the three million naira, he looked rather cool and relaxed compared to Zainab who looked like someone whose brother had just been kidnapped... Well, her brother had just been kidnapped.

Her mind was somewhere else and Henry had to ask the second time before she shook her head in response.

"Good! That gives us more time to get ready." Henry replied.

"Get ready? They requested for ten million but we have just three million. They obviously don't want the police to be involved and surprisingly, you don't want the police to be involved too... I'm beginning to wonder whose side you are on."

"Firstly, I didn't say I don't want the police to be involved. I said, I don't you to call the police YET, we would involve them in the right time." He replied and started walking out of the room. "Now, while I go get the bags, can make yourself useful and divided the money with you into three equal parts?"

Zainab really wanted to reply, but non of the responses that popped into her head made sense. She just closed her opened mouth and started doing as she was told.

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"Are you enjoying the meal?" John asked.

Jummy had her mouth full so she had to quickly chew and swallow before she replied.

"Enjoy? That's a modest word to express how good this food tastes. How did you know that I loved Pounded yam and Egusi with STRICTLY goat meat?"

Henry smiled, "when you date someone long enough and love her truly, everything she says is important and you don't forget it even if you want to."

Jummy couldn't help but blush, but the thoughts of how much John had hurt her crossed her mind once more. She just couldn't accept him because of a fancy dinner and the few changes he had made, after all what's worse than walking home and catching your husband screwing his best friend who happens to be MALE.

"It would have been much better if it was a female." She suddenly said out loud without even knowing.

"What did you say?" John asked looking confused, he heard her clearly but didn't quite get what she meant at the time and was wondering what that had to do with the meal.

"Nothing." Jummy replied and started rinsing her hand. "I've lost my appetite," she added as she did so.

John was more confused now, what have I done wrong? He thought

"Jummy..." He called out her name.

"John... Please don't even start. You know one funny thing, even after what you did to me..."

"Jummy..." He cut in.

She continued like he hadn't said anything. "I still love you, and I hate it that I love you. But wiether or love you or not doesn't matter anymore..."

"Jummy..." He cut in once again.

"I'm glad you have changed because that would make things easier for the next lady you meet. We can be friends but you and I can never be together again." She picked up the napkin and wiped her mouth then stood up to leave.

"Are you done?" John asked.

"I'm going." She replied as she fought back the tears that were in the mood to let loose.

"I know I'm a jerk and a huge idiot who doesn't deserve you especially after what I did to you, and I also know no amount of 'sorry' can relief you of the pain I caused you. But there is a small problem, I just don't want to be just your friend." Henry paused, stood up and walked to the front of Jummy, he held her hands. "Jumoke, you are the one I see anytime I sleep, the one I can't survive a minute without thinking about, the makes life worth living... I mean I think about you and its like nothing else matters, you bring me joy... Jummy..." He looked her straight in the eyes, "you complete me."

Jummy was speechless. No one had ever said such beautiful things to her and she really wanted to kiss him on that spot and forget everything, but the ugly memories of what he had done crossed her mind once more.

"John, I wish it was that easy. I've forgiven you but like I said earlier, you and I can't work. I'm going home, don't bother about taking me home, I'll find my way home."

With that, Jummy stormed out, tears rolling freely down her cheek as she did so.

John sat on the floor confused. He finally realized something; he really meant everything he said to Jummy and he hated himself for hurting her.

He stood up and walked over to the roof's slab and looked down. Without having Jummy, life didn't seem worth living anymore to him.

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A few minutes later, Henry reappeared with three identical bags but instead of them to be empty, they all seemed to be half filled with something.

He walked closer to Zainab and dropped the bag at her front grinning.

Zainab looked up at him and saw he was grinning. "What's making you grin?" She asked.

"Never mind, just put one million into each bag and make sure the money covers the newspapers under totally."

"Newspapers? What are you talking about?" Zainab inquired.

"You are a smart lady, you can't possibly tell me you don't get the idea of what we are going to do yet." Henry said with a sigh.

"Wait... Wait... Wait!!! We are talking 'bout my brother here. We aren't going to try and trick the kidnappers, they might get angry and I'm sure I don't want them to throw their anger on my brother. When they call..."

Speaking about the devil, Zainab was interrupted as her phone suddenly started ringing.

She looked at the screen and saw the number was hidden just like the first time the kidnappers had called. She knew it was them. She picked the call and put it on loud speaker.

"Hello." She said.

"Have you gotten the money ready?" Mr Dayo asked.

Zainab had to make a decision quickly. She could either say yes and hope Henry's plan worked out as planned or say no and let her brother stay in the arms of people who could really 'hurt' him. She was still weighing her options when she suddenly heard a scream in the background which sounded a lot like Taofeek's voice.

"Who was that?" She asked.

"Oh! So you are still there? I thought you had died while answering the phone so I decided to motivate you... NOW IS MY MONEY READY OR NOT!!!"

Without thinking Zainab replied "yes! Its ready."

"Good, now we are talking. Here's what you are going to do, get into you car now and drive to Cele express. Look around and you would see two bridges, a motor bridge and a pedestrian bridge. Carry the three bags and walk to the pedestrian bridge. I'll call you in twenty minutes time so that means you have twenty minutes to get there."

"Okay." Zainab said with her voice shaking.

"I don't think its necessary to tell you to come alone right?"

"Yes." Zainab replied and a beep followed as the call was disconnected.

Without saying a word to Zainab, Henry unzipped one of the bags and started loading it with the money... Zainab paused for a minute, staring at him in silence.

"You have twenty minutes and you are admiring me?"

Zainab didn't bother replying as she snapped back to reality. She unzipped another bag and started filling it up.

TO BE CONTINUED

PS: click on this link http://sochistar./2013/12/26/b•i•t•c•h-this-just-got-interesting-episode-40/ to know where I got this episode title from .

;DI hope u guys weren't expecting me 2 update 2day o... And by the way, who lives in PH (around mgbuoba) and wants me 2 come over and spend the xmas with him/her? (Females and rich males only)... Lol.. Just kidding. Have fun guys, see ya 2mao, BITC. H resumes tomorrow.

PEACe.
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Sapphiredamsel: Still a loyal fan#urockchistar#

I appreciate

Cykik: This is getting really interesting. Good job sir chistar

thanks miss

Clemzy16: Mehn, shiit just got tight and hot..welldone chistar, you took your time well...God bless you

*salute*

eyezik3: Nice writeup boss! U'r da bomb sire

thanks bro.

EPISODE 39

It was all Henry's idea. Zainab didn't like it at first and she even suggested the called the police but after convincing her, she had a rethink and decided to play along.

The time was about 9PM when Mr. Dayo called again. Zainab didn't even let it ring for more than a second before she grabbed the phone, picked the call and put it on loud speaker for both Henry and her to hear.

"Hello," she said.

"I'm going to be very blunt and straight to the point." Mr Dayo replied almost immediately.

"I'm listening."

"Good. If you ever want to see your brother again, you'll have to pay ten million naira in CASH because I don't think bank transactions would be safe for this kind of operation."

To his greatest surprise, all Zainab replied was, "when, where and how do you want me to send the money?"

"Ah! I like you already. Straight to the point just like me." Mr Dayo complemented. "Anyway, divide it into three equal parts and put it in three different different bags, I'll call you later on tonight for further details. If you play your cards well, you'll have your brother in your arms by ten AM maximum tomorrow morning... You have my word." With that, Mr Dayo hung up before Zainab could reply, not like she had anything to reply though.

Henry looked at Zainab and asked, "how much do you readily have?"

"About three million, although I'm supposed to pay in two million of that sum into TOP account tomorrow morning."

"Okay, that's good enough. You are a rich woman oh! If I had know that, maybe I would have planned an exclusively expensive dinner instead of trying to cook out of my 'Henry's super cook book'." He ended his statement with a wide grin.

For a second, Zainab smiled but the smile faded almost as quick as it came. "Do you joke every time? Asin, why don't you take anything serious?" She asked.

"See... A wise man once said: if life shows you pepper, take it and make pepper soup. What I'm trying to say in essence is, life shouldn't be taken too serious, that way, nothing would be able to surprise you."

Zainab sighed in response, her brother was in the arms of kidnappers who might be get vicious and attempt to do drastic things but here Henry was, blabbing something about pepper and pepper soup.

Henry saw her reaction to his little speech and then finally spoke up, "okay, go and bring the three million you have, don't worry about the bags, I'll handle that."

"What happens after that?"

"We wait."

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John still had it in him, or so it seemed. Jummy had always known him to be a very romantic person and so far so good, he had proved her right.

Few minutes ago, John had parked his beat-up beatle at the front of the ten story GNP building, then lead the way into the building through the back.

The security guards who all had suspicious smiles on their faces just waved as they passed by.

"What are we doing here?" Jummy asked.

"Just follow my lead and trust me." John replied.

"You realize this GNP... Asin where I work right?"

"Yup... That why I even brought you here."

"But you know that..."

"That you need to shut up and just follow my lead." John cut in.

Jummy kept quiet until the got to the back of the building and watched John climb the fire escape.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Climbing a tree," he replied sarcastically.

"Well, I'm not climbing that tree with you."

"Why do you complain so much?" John asked.

"Say what ever you like, I.AM.NOT.CLIMBING.THIS.THING.WITH.YOU. Full stop!!!" Jummy yelled... Few minutes later, she was climbing it, John had his ways.

When they got to the top, Jummy started complaining about how much her legs ached before she rose her head and saw what was at her front.

A table clothed with a red table cloth and two chairs placed at both sides rested comfortably on the carpet which had the words: I LOVE YOU, written all over it. Rose flowers were littered all around the table and a candle was lit and placed at the middle of the table. Jummy was blown away.

"Shall we?" John asked seeing Jummy's reaction

"Yes... We most definitely shall." She replied and offered her hand for John to lead the way.

The table was still empty and for a moment, Jummy wondered if they were meant to eat the candle and table cloth but just as she smiled at the naughty thought, two people appeared from nowhere with one holding a huge tray with Jummy's favorite delicacy and the other holding a bottle of red wine and two cups... Viola! Dinner was served.

"Perfect." Jummy murmured inaudibly.

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Taofeek heard foot steps just right outside the door and could also hear two people speak but couldn't quite make out what they were saying.

He tried to survey his environment but it was a pointless idea. He had seen all he needed to see: a chair, a light bulb, a bucket.

By this time, he was fully aware of his situation. He had been kidnapped by an IT company, or fake IT company as it now seemed and they had made contact with his sister, what he didn't know was how much was requested as ransom and what was going to happen to him next.

Suddenly, the door sprung open and two people walked in. He recognized one as Mr Dayo but the other was new to him.

Without saying any word, the other person walked up to Taofeek and after looking at him for a while then turned back to Mr Dayo and asked, "is this him?"

"Yes... It's him."

"Oh! I see... And you are sure he is the one?"

"Very sure."

"Okay then, let's get this over with. Hold him down."

Mr Dayo walked over and held Taofeek while the other person picked up a suitcase Taofeek hadn't noticed was there before, he placed it on the table and opened it.

Taofeek couldn't see the contents, but the look on the man's eye, told Taofeek nothing favorable could come out from it.

TO BE CONTINUED.

http://sochistar./2013/12/24/b•i•t•c•h-things-get-worse-episode-39/

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EPISODE 38B

The day ended pretty well for Zainab. She and Henry had spent almost the whole day together at work and she had enjoyed his company, he had a good sense of humor so she ended up laughing till tears rolled down her cheeks.

As she stepped into her car, Henry had reminded her of their date later on that night and she tried asking him for the details but he had refused to tell her, saying it was a surprise and she should dress simple.

She sighed and drove home in anticipation of what Henry had planned.

She got home by 6PM which only meant she had less than two hours to prepare for the date. She walked into the bathroom and took a long thirty minutes shower, making sure she scrubbed every sweat pore properly, then she went to the kitchen and fixed herself a cereal, she didn't take anything heavy just in case Henry's surprise plan involved eating dinner.

She was for the date ready within the next hour and by 8:00PM sharp she was already with her purse and waiting for the bell to ring, signifying Henry's arrival.

By 8:05PM the door bell went life and Zainab ran to the door and unlocked the door.

"You are late!" She said.

"Yea, I was at your door post by 7:50PM, I didn't want to seem to desperate so I decided to wait a few minutes before I pressed the bell." Henry winked.

Zainab couldn't help but smile, the date was just starting and Henry was already cracking jokes. She had a good feeling about the date.

"Well, now that you've told me your intentions, you look pretty desperate. So I guess you plan didn't work." Zainab replied grinning.

"You make it sound like you aren't in my shoes too."

"How?" Zainab asked.

"Look at you! I didn't have to even press the bell twice before you opened the door. It was as if you were standing at the door waiting for me to arrive."

Zainab cheeks went red in embarrassment. "May we proceed?" She said to change the topic.

"No!" Henry replied abruptly.

"Why?"

"You are over dressed for where I'm taking you to. I told you to dress simple and by simple, I meant just a jean and a top not a fancy Made-In-Tokyo dinner dress." Henry replied looking serious.

"You know you are a pain in the butt right?" Zainab said as she walked back into the house and let Henry through.

"Yes, I know I am. Now, can you do me a favour and go and change into a simple jean and top?"

Zainab didn't bother replying. She just did as told, obviously pissed... Normally she would have cancelled the date on that spot, but there was just something about Henry she couldn't resist and then she was really curious about what he had planned for the night.

Few minutes later, Zainab materialized before Henry wearing a jean and top. "Shall we?" She asked.

"How do you do It?" Henry asked.

"Do what?"

"I told you to wear a jean and top thinking you would look less fabulous but here you are, looking more fabulous than ever. Can you do me a small favour?" He asked.

Zainab was now over blushing, her cheeks were fiery red and she could literally feel her head swelling... Like literally.

"What favour?" She asked, hoping Henry didn't notice her blushing.

"Can you change back into the gown?"

Zainab couldn't hold it anymore, she bursted into an uncontrollable laughter and Henry joined her.

"Just kidding," he said. "Now can we start going?"

"Sure... Of course." She replied puntuating her laughter with the response.

They both left the house and entered Henry's car. He switched on the car and did something very strange. He drove for a few seconds and pressed the horn at the front of his home gate. The security guard came out almost immediately and opened the gate for him to drive in.

Zainab couldn't help but stare in confusion. "Are we changing cars or what?" She asked.

"Nope... I have just one car na. What gave you that impression?"

"Errr... Shouldn't we be heading to wherever you are taking me to and not parking your car in you compound?"

"This is 'wherever I'm taking you to. Just follow my lead." He said.

Zainab wanted to protest but didn't. This date just got quite interesting she thought.

The both walked into the house and Henry took her to the kitchen. She sat on a chair staring at him as he filled a pot with water and placed it on the fire.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"I'm boiling the pot." He said sarcastically.

"No, seriously? Shouldn't we be on our date by now?"

"This is the date," Henry said. "I'm going to cook for you now then we would go to the dining table and eat." Henry replied grinning.

"This is what you had planned!" Zainab exclaimed.

"Yup."

"Can you even cook?" Zainab asked.

"I'm not entirely sure but I plan on finding out now..."

"What do you want to cook?"

"Promise me you won't laugh and I'll tell you." Henry replied with a wink.

"I promise."

"Well, I'm cooking Indomie and Egg."

For the second time that night, Zainab bursted out into an uncontrollable laughter. "And you filled the pot with water? Do you plan on cooking one carton?" She asked between laughters.

Henry scratched his head in response. "I thought that..."

"Get away from there let me teach you how to cook Indomie." Zainab cut in as she stood up and walked towards the gas cooker.

She emptied half of the water from the pot into the sink and place it back on the fire. "Where is the Indomie?"

"Wait... Wait... Wait oh! I plan on cooking for you and I plan on doing that, you can tell me how to cook it but you ain't cooking it. So tell me what to do next." Henry said with a false serious face, trying his best not to smile.

"You know you are a clown right?" Zainab replied.

Before Henry could think of a reply, Zainab phone went life as it rang.

She went to purse and brought out her phone.

"Hello?" She asked and listened to caller.

Henry watched as the smile on her face faded.

Immediately as she dropped the phone she slumped to the floor.

"What happened?" He asked.

"My brother... My brother... My brother..." Was all she kept on repeating as if in shock.

TO BE CONTINUED.

aso ebi: you are WEL to the COME


and apologies accepted

.. I appreciate

PrinceAdepoju: you're welcome back bro. . .
~~apology accepted~~

thanks bro

Hbd bruh ;Dm.. Where is the bash taking place?

@clemzy - hmmmm... I'm actually the fifth liker of that your comment and I appreciate it. I've noticed something about my writing that I plan to address in my next series. Firstly, when I write one series longer than a month, I get bored and want to try other things (it happened in School life and it almost happened in MCLS. Obviously, its happening now)and secondly, I'm not good at ending my stories (ill work on that and try to end this story well). Ill try and address all the other issues you raised in your comment before the story ends.

@MzChistar - thanks for letting other readers know about my current situation although you went too far by giving them a hint about my next series, I planned on surprising them, anyway, no problem.

tushwitch: *following* ur piece makes a delightful read (nt considering d occasional typos) u need an editor + cld I av d link 2 ya prev stories pls, thanx

Just click on my username (Chistar01) and you would be redirected to my profile where you would see all my previous stories on nairaland.

@Timothy and others requesting for "My complicated love story"- the mods has nothing to do with its removal, I removed it myself because the piagrasm was getting too much, send me a DM, and Ill give you info on how you can't read the story.

fati4mumcy: sorry 2 say dis but since Zainab n taofeek are siblings y are their surname different? zainab okafor , taofeek dauda.

Actually, Zainab surname is or was Anderson and not Okafor, because she was married to Richard and she automatically beared Richard's surname.

IAm_Xcessiz: *panting like i raced with Usain Bolt*

*pause & look around*

yes! I made it.... I caught up with the trend

double thumbs up for you @Chistar.... I read ur story "my complicated love life", twas awesome.. Are u still dating her? *wink*

. Lol.. I won't tell you ...

@does I didn't reply their comments- please don't take it personal, its kinda difficult to reply a page full of comments
. I just picked a few comments at random and replied, but I read it all.

In summary... I appreciate you all for your patience and love event though I can be a dicckk head sometimes...

EPISODE 38A

True to his words, John appeared at the front of Jummy's house by Nine PM. He did the sign of the cross and murmured a silent prayer before pressing the door bell. He waited for a few seconds and when he got no response, he pressed the bell once again... The door swung open just as he was about to press it the third time.

Jummy stood before John, looking the hottest she had ever been... Or well, that's what John thought. She had on a custom made black Louis Vuiton dress that looked like it had been sown on her body because it fitted her perfectly. And just to complement her blue Gucci shoe, she held a small Prada purse of the same color as the shoe. In the purse was a few N1000 notes which she didn't plan on spending unless the date goes totally wrong, in other words, it was her "Vex-Money", meaning the money she would use to settle her bills and go home if John somehow got her vexed. Typical Jummy.

John stared at Jummy totally spell bound for over a whole minute, it took Jummy's "are we going to stand here all day" statement to snap him back to reality.

"No... No... Pardon my manners. I was just..." John cleared his throat thinking of the right word to describe what just happened to him. "I was just wondering how I'll protect myself tonight." He concluded.

Jummy looked confused. "Protect yourself?"

"Yea, with your current dazzling looks, I'm sure people would stare at you all night long and get jealous and I don't want that because the next thing they would plan is how to get rid of me so the can take over." John kept quiet afterwards and turned on his best smile hoping Jummy would get his point. She did.

"Well the first step is getting me into your car quickly, so the neighbors won't see me." Jummy replied grinning.

"Oh! That's true." John replied and led the way to beat-up FORMERLY red Beetle or Tortoise Car as commonly called. The car had terrible scratches and needed a thorough body work, it looked like something that had just been picked from the dumpster. John opened a door and ushered Jummy inside.

"What is this?" Jummy asked. Not really sure if she should be annoyed or confused.

"What?" John asked, trying to look sincerely confused.

"Where is your car?"

"This is it na," John replied, grinning widely and pointing at the car at his front.

"No! Asin where is your car, because if this is a joke, it ain't funny anymore." Jummy was clearly irritated at this point.

"Why don't you enter first and I'll tell you the whole story on our way to the restaurant."

Jummy contemplated on his suggestion and even though she hated the whole idea, she decided to just give him the benefit of doubt. She entered the horrible looking car.

John quickly went over to the drivers seat and they were on the road within seconds, Jummy was surprised the car could even start.

"So what's your story?" Jummy asked coldly.

John sighed. "Well, its a long story and it might sound stupid to you but the first thing you should know is, I'm sort of broke at the moment."

Jummy laughed uncontrollably, with John's family wealth and chain of companies, it was literally impossible for him to be broke. "What do you mean?"

"After our little situation. I kind of decided to make some changes in my life to prove to you that I'm a changed man."

"I'm listening," Jummy said.

"For starters, it was difficult but as I've stated before: I chased Samuel out of my place, then I moved out of the place too because I could afford to maintain it anymore." John suddenly hit the brakes to avoid a reckless "Keke Marowa" (a tricyle) driver who obviously didn't horn before trying to overtake the Beatle.

Normally, in such situation, Jummy would have cursed the living hell out of the driver but she was in a different world of hers, trying to understand what John was talking about. "What do you mean?" She asked, to urge him to continue his story.

"Well, I read on one gossip blog about how Zainab's brother, Toafeek, left his palace at Canada to come and hustle in Nigeria all in the name of independence, and I was touched."

Jummy sighed. She had no fucking idea how the blogs got to know about that even though only her and Zainab were meant to know. It was shocking and she made a mental note not to downgrade the quality of Nigerian Blog news anymore.

"Touched?" She finally asked.

"Yes. I mean, it was very stupid and unrealistic of the guy to do that and a fully breed Nigerian would never do such but I guess Toafeek isn't really a Nigerian considering he had spent his whole life abroad so I guess that explains that."

"You haven't told me how or why you are broke yet." Jummy said.

"Well I did something similar to him. I felt that all my life, I've been under my dads umbrella and I too, just like Taofeek want to be independent."

Jummy opened her mouth in shock. "So you just dropped everything and ..."

"Drop everything? No oh! I'm not as dumb as Taofeek. I took enough money to start a new business or so I thought. I wanted to invest in what I know how to do best which is Clothing and Textile so I literally stole a ridiculous amount from the family's account and invested it in the company but I guess I undermined the cost of starting a company on my own. So I had to take loans and sell my car to balance the costs, that's why I'm riding this thing now."

Jummy was speechless. She was wondering what's wrong with all these men who were going solo and leaving the family business without proper consultations. Is that the new trend? She wondered.

"Why didn't you just go back to the family's account and take more money?" She asked.

"My dad was mad at me so to make sure I don't do what you just suggested, he made a few calls to the bank and I'm sure you know what that means."

Jummy looked at John and somehow, she could see his sincerity and determination to impress her, although she didn't quite get how he expected being broke to look impressive.

"I don't care if you are broke or not. You are still going to pay for this dinner!" Jummy said and they both bursted out in laughter.

**********@@@@@**********

SPLASH!!! Was all Taofeek needed to wake up. He could feel something liquid on his face and entire body as a whole.

With his eyes closed, he started pondering what the hell was going on around him but he seemed to have forgotten everything, even his name so he had to focus on himself and started murmuring words to himself.

What's my name? Tayo? No, Picnic? No, Trojan? Hell no! Jim Iyke? No! He smiled. It starts with a T, he thought and then it suddenly popped into his head. Toafeek!

Okay, good, so where the hell am I? He asked himself once again but before he could think about it... SPLASH!!! And bucket of water was poured on his face.

He instinvely attempted to open his eyes and it took a while for his sight to get accustomed to the dark room which only source of light was a 60 watts yellow bulb which seemed to be powered by a low current power source.

With a failed attempt at trying to see who was pouring water at him, he decided to at least look at his environment, sadly, there wasn't much to see. All that was in the room was the chair he sat on, the bulb and a fan that made a loud squeaking sound and was spinning at an annoyingly slow speed... He wondered why they even bothered to switch on the fan.

"Hello Taofeek." He heard a voice say and for a moment, he thought it was just his imagination.

"How are you doing?" The voice said again, this time, Toafeek was sure it wasn't his imagination.

"Where am I? Who are you?" Toafeek asked, he intended to yell, but didn't have enough energy to do so.

"Straight to the point hun? I like that. Anyway, I'm Mr Dayo, like I stated a few hours ago and I can't tell you exactly where you are because that would spoil the fun."

"What am I doing here?"

"I thought you were smart? You have been kidnapped but don't to worry, I'll make sure you aren't harmed... Well, that's if you cooperate with us. And firstly, you have to tell me your phone password so we can make contact with your celebrity sister so she can send the ransom and we can let you go."

Suddenly, Taofeek recalled everything, starting from when he was seeking a job to him walking into a suppose Ginger Net and the a Mr Dayo placing a handkerchief on his nose... That was all he could remember. The last words of Mr Dayo rang in his head "welcome to hell" so he tried to stand up from the chair, it was only then he realized he was tied down to the chair. He struggled and struggled but the rope seemed to be getting tighter.

It was clear he had no other option. "The password is 3210."

TO BE CONTINUED.

PS: Click on http://sochistar./2013/12/23/b•i•t•c•h-romance-gone-wrong-episode-38/ to read the full episode on my blog.
*lies on floor apologising* I'm so so sorry for my long absence, its a long story... A very long story. Had phone issues + laptop issues + time issues etc. But I think I'm cool now. I don't plan on letting this story see 2014 so it would definitely end this year and the only way I can do that update as frequent as I can.
I purposely made this update longer so as to make up for my long absence. Once again I'm sorry.
On a brighter note, Xmas is in two days time, so MERRY XMAS IN ADVANCE. I'll be expecting my goodies from you guys oh .
PEACe.

Hey guys... What's up? I'm so sorry 4 disappearing like that. Couldn't subscribe for data on my pc and my phone got spoilt at the same time.... Fixed the phone few days ago but den went down on malaria... Anyway, all that one is story since I'm back now.. M going to try and type an update now and see if I can post it.

For does of u who sent me "where is chistar" emails, I appreciate and even though I didn't reply most of dem, just know I saw dem.

This story is almost completed by the way and would end on monday 23 so stick close cos from now, or tomorrow, ill be rushing u guys with tonnes of updates...

PEACe.

EPISODE 38B

The inside of the building was quiet impressive in contrast to the unpainted exterior. It was tiled all through, but it was painted white as if it was an hospital and not a regular IT company.

Bruce took Taofeek to where looked like an hospital reception with the long rows of chairs at the front of a counter and he then instructed Taofeek to take a seat while he went to call his boss.

Taofeek sat and in the few minutes he was alone, he looked around and the building looked indeed more like an hospital. He could sense something was wrong but he another part of him suggested maybe the building was formally intended to be a hospital but bought by Ginger Net or maybe it was just the work of a horrible architect.

Few minutes later. A man in jeans and polo materialized before Taofeek. He looked a few years older that Taofeek and his smile was warmer and more welcoming than Bruce's.

He stretched his hand forward to Taofeek. "Hello... Good afternoon." He said.

"Good afternoon." Taofeek replied as he waited for an introduction. He had been here for quite some time and all he had seen was Bruce, a new face was welcomed.

"I'm Mr. Dapo or may just call my Mr Ginger if you wish." His smile grew wider as he felt what he just said was smart.

"Hmmm... Nice to meet you sir." Taofeek replied.

"Okay, enough of the talk, let's head down to my office and get this over with." Mr. Dapo said, and lead the way.

They walked into a long corridor with nothing less than four doors at both sides and finally stopped at the third door by the left. Mr. Dapo opened the door and walked in.

The office was nothing spectacular. A table, three chairs and a desktop computer.

"Have your seat please." Mr. Dapo said and Taofeek gracefully sat down after saying thank you.

"Just so you know, I'm the owner of this company and I want it to succeed so I interview all staffs myself so as to be sure what I want is what I get. And I like to know all I can about my staffs so kindly answer all my questions truthfully. Understood?"

Taofeek nodded in response.

"So what's your full name?"

"Dauda Taofeek."

"Where are you based?"

"I just moved into the country, but I currently stay with my sister at festac."

"Where were you based?"

"Canada."

Mr. Dapo shrugged at smiled at the mention of Canada but he quickly straightened his face before Taofeek noticed.

"Why did you move back to Nigeria?"

"I'm truly Nigerian and thought it was best to come back here and help in the growth of my country rather than another's man country."

"What did you work as in the Canada?"

"I was the manager of the IT branch of D**** company."

Mr. Dayo rose an eyebrow. His brain just gave him a thought. "Wait a minute," he said doing a horrible job at disguising the surprise in his tone. "I've heard about the D**** company and its owned by a Mr. Dauda. And you told me your surname is Dauda too, is it just a coincidence?"

Taofeek was getting uncomfortable with this line of questioning. What has all this got to do with him working in Ginger Net? He wondered.

"No... Mr. Dauda is my father actually." He replied.

Mr. Dayo nearly jumped out of his seat as he had just won a lottery. He had gotten more than enough information and was convinced the Taofeek was the right man for the job... The problem is, it wasn't the kind of job Taofeek was expecting.

Mr. Dayo stood up from his seat and went over to the back of Taofeek. He brought out his handkerchief from his breast pocket and without any warning, he placed it on Taofeek's nose and held on tight to him.

The handkerchief was drugged and in no time Taofeek became drowsy and stopped struggling. Before he passed out, he caught a glimpse of Mr. Dayo still smiling face and he heard three words.

Welcome to hell.

TO BE CONTINUED.

EPISODE 37 - Oh! Poor Taofeek.

They say change is the only thing in life that's really constant... How true is that? Do people really change?

* * * * *

Jummy was shocked. Even though she had been putting up the I-don't-give-a-Bleep attitude and acting like she didn't care about John, the feelings she had for him hadn't faded.

John at the other end of the line smile at how Jummy reacted when he said he had chased Samuel out of his house... Truth be told, he really did.

"I said I've chased Samuel out of my house, he was a bad influence to me and it took nearly loosing you to realize that. Jummy I can't really tell you how much I'm sorry, but please you've got to let me show you." John said and waited for a response but got non.

Jummy kept quiet.

"How about dinner? Say tonight?" John suggested.

In Jummy's head, she was thinking hard. Has he truly changed? Should I forgive him? What would Zainab say? Should I risk this? Were the questions she asked herself in quick successions without even attempting to answer anyone.

"Okay." She finally blurted without even thinking.

"Great! I'll pick you up from your place by nine." John said and before Jummy could reply or rethink her reply, he hung up.

* * * * *

Taofeek wasn't smiling anymore. The Ginger net agent he called had told him to wait just for a few minutes for a car to come and pick him, but he had already waited for nothing less than fourty-five minutes and no sign of the car yet.

If this is the way they truly operate, I don't think I'll want to work here anymore, he said to himself as he started trying to wave down the cab that was already coming so that he would go home.

The supposed cab stop alright but something different happened. The driver wore a blue pant trouser and white packet shirt, he certainly didn't look like a regular taxi driver.

"Mr Taofeek?" The driver asked as Taofeek bent over to tell him where he was heading to.

"Urmm... Yea, how did you know that?" Taofeek asked, totally forgetting about Ginger net.

"I'm the driver sent from Ginger net to take you to our main office." The driver said. "Sorry for being late, there was a little police road block when I was coming, I'm sure they would have gone by now though, so don't worry about the traffic anymore."

Taofeek 'hmmmed and haaaed' as the driver explained. "Okay, it alright. I understand." He finally replied.

"Okay, please get into the car." The driver said with a smile Taofeek found so warm and inviting. "I'm Bruce by the way." He said as Taofeek opened the door for the right back seat, or 'owner's seat' as commonly called.

"Nice meeting you Bruce." Taofeek replied.


A few small talks and twenty minutes, was all it took for them to arrive at their destination.

Bruce parked the car just across the street and waited for Taofeek to step out of the car to come and join him at the other side of the road.

Before coming out of the car, Taofeek scanned the building with his eyes.

It was an unpainted one story building with a 'tipper' of sand at the front which signified the building was still under construction even though he could see a couple of light bulbs through some windows. The only sign that made him know he was in the right place were the two hand bill which were pasted on the gate. Both hand bills were identical and written in red Romans-new font was - WELCOME TO GINGER NET.

Taofeek felt something was wrong but before he could actually think much about it, Bruce saw his facial impression and explained.

"We are a new company and haven't really even started operations. We don't want to waste much time that's why we are already employing even though we are yet to finish our building, but as you can see, very little work is left."

The explanation made sense to Taofeek, "okay, very well, may we proceed?" He asked and followed suit as Bruce lead the way into the building.

* * * * *

Boniface wasn't surprised when instead of replying him on his offer to take her to dinner, Zainab had sent him a 'cwyl' reply.

Women! He sighed. Why aren't they never straight forward?

He dropped his phone and went down to business. He was making a research for a new case he had in his palm. After Zainab's case which spread round the media like wild fire, his clients multiplied by two and more technical cases started coming in.

The particular case he was handling at the moment wasn't so technical as it involved just land ownership so he assumed it was the best time to get in touch with the one lady he just couldn't get why she was in his head - Zainab.

He leaped for joy as he saw the light led on his phone blink a light blue light, just as he had set his BBM messages.

He minimized the screen on his computer and grabbed his phone with high hopes.

"Sorry, but I've got other plans for tomorrow night." Was the reply he saw from Zainab on BBM.

He wanted to push it and ask more questions, but he thought it would be better to let this time go and take it slow, after all he had all the time in the world, or so he thought.

"Okay, cool. So what are you doing now?" He asked, trying to change the topic.

"Nothing much. Just staring at the actors wearing funny looking costumes as the act a movie."

"Sounds interesting. You are a director at TOP right?"

"Yes, how did you know?"

"I know a lot of things... I have my ways."

Zainab sighed, Boniface hadn't changed much after all just like she had thought. He was still cocky and so full of himself.

"Okay oh. How about you? What are you doing?" Zainab asked.

"Nothing interesting. Just googling some people to have a basic background knowledge of them." He replied.

Zainab was about to type a reply when Henry walked up to her. "Are you going to be pinging all day?" He wasn't smiling.

"What na? You wanted me to come here even though you had everything under control and I obliged." Zainab complained.

"I wanted you to come here and see what we were doing so I can get your professional opinion on the movie. This is my first movie and I don't want to mess it up." Henry replied.

"Oh! I see. You should have just said that na. I thought you just liked see my cute face." Zainab said with a wink and the dropped her phone, she looked up at Henry, "are you sure you want my PROFESSIONAL advice on this movie?"

"Of course!" Henry replied.

"Okay then. For starters, why is the crown of the supposed king and ruler of the world so ugly?" Zainab asked mischievously.

Henry turned to look at the crown which was still on the head of the actor and back at Zainab. "Hmmm... You have a good point." He said. "But if that is just for 'starters' I'm not sure if I'll want to hear the other PROFESSIONAL advice." He said, emphasizing on professional.

TO BE CONTINUED.

PS: Click here - http://sochistar./2013/12/11/b•i•t•c•h-oh-poor-taofeek-episode-37/ to read the full episode and know what would happen next to Taofeek now on my blog.
About my delay in update, I can only say one thing - UNIPORT.
Read and don't forget to drop your thoughts.

As he stepped out of a four story building IT company which specialized in providing internet services for firms and individuals, Taofeek was pretty sure he would receive a call from them within the next twenty four hours.

He had just dropped his C.V with the personnel manager on the third floor and even though the receptionist on the ground floor had told him there was no job vacancy, he felt that with a C.V like his, someone would be sacked so as him to to replaced.

He had two degrees from Canada number one university and another from Oxford in England, let alone the different professional degrees he got from both online courses and from Yale and Harvard. How and why he attend all these schools still surprised and better yet annoyed his dad up till present. All his dad wanted was for him to get a B. Sc and join the family company but due to Taofeek keen interest in education, he had gone ahead to bag a B.Sc, masters, Ph. D and an endless list of degrees from the best universities he could lay his hands on. Then to top it all he had more than enough working experience as a manager in one of his father companies which happened to be a very huge and popular IT company too. So when he expected them to call in 24 hours, he was bragging or trying to sound cocky.

That was the third company he had dropped his C. V in that afternoon and decided to head over to the last company which was at the other side of the Lagos Island to drop his last one before trying to look for an accommodation. He didn’t like the fact that he stayed with Zainab as that indirectly put a pause to his search for independence. He knew Zainab cared too much about him that she would ask him tonnes of questions each day after he comes back from work, he wasn’t ready for that, he had already answered more than enough questions during his years of acquiring the degrees which rested comfortably in the suitcase held firmly.

Taofeek headed to the bustop and waited patiently for a taxi, after waiting for a short while, one stopped at his front.

“Where you dey go?” The driver asked staring at his through the rare view mirror.

In his foreign American accent, Taofeek replied, “shey you know where Christ Embassy dey?”

The driver was angry at first thinking it was just a joke considering the fact that there were thousands of Christ Embassy churches all around but after turning to face Taofeek directly and see his face was straight, he assumed Taofeek just didn’t know what he was saying. “Which one?” He calmly asked.

Taofeek had google possible IT companies all around Lagos island where he could drop his C.V and although others had a specific address, the last one – the one he was about to head to didn’t have one. Rather, a phone number and direction to a Christ Embassy church was on their website. The only reason Taofeek was interested in them was the amazing salary range they offered.

He picked up his phone and checked his saved pages on his browser where he had saved the website of the company and handed it over to the driver.

The driver took it and starred at it for a few seconds then looking confused, he turned to Taofeek and asked, “you wan dash me your phone abi wetin?”

It occurred to Taofeek that the driver could either not read or had no idea what to do with the phone, he took it back and gave him the comprehensive address of the church.

“So na wetin you no fit talk since be that shey?” The driver asked in disgust as he heard the address and knew it, and it was also obvious Taofeek was a “JJC” aka Johnny Just Come, so the driver decided to make some extra cash of him, “oya enter make we dey go, your money na one thousand naira for thirty minutes oh!”

Taofeek bursted out into an uncontrollable laughter. He couldn’t exactly believe the driver though he could cheat him that much. He didn’t know the price but he was sure that Nigeria drivers don’t charge based on time but distance and here this driver was telling him to pay half hourly… Simply ridiculous.

“Oga, if na play you wan use me play, abeg carry you scatter scatter car commot my front make better person come, na five hundred I go pay for the whole journey, if you no gree, dey go abeg!” Taofeek replied, and although he still sounded funny with his American accent, the driver could easily tell he was serious and he knew what he was doing.

“Oya make we leave am as one thousand naira, I no fit take five hundred for this kind long journey.” The driver replied.

“I no get one thousand oh, you go take eight hundred naira?”

The driver sighed, the original fee was actually six hundred naira, “oya enter.” He said and Taofeek entered.

The driver deliberately spent and extra fifteen minutes on the road taking a longer road instead of the usual shorted road to make the journey seem longer and in his naiveté, Taofeek had no idea all he wanted to do was get there on time so he could do what he had to do and then go house hunting before night fall.

The driver eventually arrived at the destination and after pointing at the Christ Embassy church across the road, he took the money and zoomed away happy over the extra two hundred naira he had just ripped of Taofeek.

Taofeek on the other had stood on the road side, carefully scanning the environment with his eyes and searching for a huge building that could possibly be the IT company considering they paid that much, he expected the company to be huge. He saw none.

He picked up his phone once more and dialed the number on the their website. After the third ring the call was picked.

“E gbon, ta lon soro?” The recipient said as soon as he picked the call.

“I beg your pardon?” Taofeek said in response, “please is this Ginger net?” He added.

The recipient immediately readjusted and switched from his initial Yoruba to queens english, “yes, sorry about my earlier response, how may I help you?”

Taofeek sensed something suspicious about that but just played along, “I saw on your website that you guys were employing new staffs and I also saw an address to your company so I followed to the address and I’m right where the address in the website says but I can’t find your company.”

The recipient went silent for a while as if he was trying to think of what to say or was whispering to some one in the back ground, after a few seconds he replied, “sorry for the inconviniences. Ginger net is a new IT company in Nigeria and we operate in the a different way. We love to treat or staffs in a special way and at the same time be anonymous, thus the address on the website. We would send a driver in a car to pick you up in a few minutes so please just hold on a while and put your phone on standby.”

Taofeek was confused but impressed at their style of operation, “okay, I’ll wait.” He said excitedly.

But maybe he should have waited.

TO BE CONTINUED.

Ella I must confess, I'm highly impressed ...

@Rock.. I see u niccur, carry on.