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Thanks everyone. The comments really encouraged me.

I was really busy today I couldn't reply how happy I am. Let the happiness continue.

Michaelblake40 I'm sorry for the mail. Have you checked your spam folder? Please do and get back to me.

OluwabuqqyYOLO:
Let's see how things go. I don't fancy the traditional part being introduced though.

same here...

the second part is being edited . Ill post it tomorrow

Copyright. 2017
Esele Benjamin.

Please flee from plagiarism like a disease.
No part of this ' tiny' piece of art should be copied or rewritten in anyform electronic or otherwise, without prior and profound authority of the author.

Me no get power to sue person for court o. Money sef no dae.( I no see to chop na lawyer I wann dash money? Isorrite ) Abeg ! Do the right thing.

Thank you!

Before you read... The story is a mixture of tense patterns.. And told at the character's ability. Read with an open mind to creativity.. I tried to break the rules...*** please Enjoy... This one is free ***

Please comments and likes will be much appreciated. Una dalu! Uweh Obulu ! Una Eshe/ modukpe ! Kun Nagode! Wah Uwese! Doh! Una Ayaya O ! oya abeg mention yourself after you read. God bless you,







WITH STYLE, he sweeps me off my feet. He leads me on. And foolishly, blindly, wholeheartedly I follow him. I don't know why but I am just following. I remember the singer's words although I am not a graduate, he loves me still and I love him more. My parents have no idea of my frequent meet-ups with him at hidden areas. If they find out, they will stop giving Chief Uba high hopes of marrying me. They will beat me up for sure. They love me that much to protect my future but my feelings for one man covers it all. I think about him day and night. I sink inside love and yet I still follow. I can't stop myself. Even now , I'm with him under a mango tree which is behind our village catholic church.


The evening is getting dark, his eyes much darker with unselfish love.



CHEKWUBEM promised to marry me. We dreamt of raising children , happy without care of what people will say. * We are fine together* At least , he said so and I believe him. He has told me of his love and said I am his medicine to cure heart ache. I don't mind being compared to anything , so far as it is special to him.






'Uju m. I want to be with you here, under this tree, until day break"




I vibrated at his words. My head got bigger with importance. Then I smiled.



OBVIOUSLY I want that too but Mama will get angry if I stay more than one hour. I am to buy ugu leaf from Mama Nkechi and go back through the tiny path to our humble home.



' I know you do' I touch my soft cheek. I play with my blouse top. My eyes catches his own.

He is staring at me with joy.

'I would like that too. But I can't, you know how hard it is for me to come here.'

'Whenever chief Uba visits us, ' I said' I pretend to like him . And my mama does not know I'm acting drama'


Chekwubem frowned. He touched my shoulder.

I wondered what he thought about my reply.


' I love you Ujunwa . How long will you pretend_ How long do we have to hide? He was serious then he continued ' let me come and see your parents_ let me take care of you . We will grow old together.'






I SMILE for the fourth time in a row. My mind is blank and all I know is that this handsome man with a very good body, loves no other girl than me. I will love to marry him too. I will like to be his 'Mrs'. I can't wait anymore.

He travels to the city once in a while- we are childhood friends- and each time he comes back from his uncle's place I am the first thing on his mind. He comes back to me, for me.




THIS NIGHT ended like others before it. I gave him a peck. He wanted more than that. I pushed him off ' I'm not yours, yet. I need to be sure'

He swore that no jupiter will separate our union. Only God can do so.

My heart melted and I embraced him. Then after, we path ways and promised to see again.






MAMA ALWAYS believes me when I tell her little lies. She did. Today she does not. She is screaming my head off with curse, beating me for time wasting. She drag the ugu from my hand.

I feel that she does not love me at all . Even now, I believe its the reason why she wants me to marry a man as old as my papa. She does not want me to finish school. I do not care though. As long as my Chekwubem is a University person, I prefer him to a big belly chief with three wives in his house. I wish papa will help my case but Mama seems to control his decisions. Sometimes I wonder if she has wash special ogiri and put in his soup.


MAMA DREW my ear, turned it' Next time you behave like this, I will have your legs for pepper soup. I know you have started followin g these village boys. Soon you will--'

She spoke Ibo. Her parents did not send her to school, so she does not know English. She once told me I am either seventeen or eighteen years old. She is not even sure. I wonder if she is even my Mama.



' Mama I--I'

' Keep quiet. Oya enter kitchen. Before I forget my hand on your face'



THIS NIGHT, papa enjoys the food. He will tell me stories after his meal and every time, I enjoy them too. I try to complain about how mama treats me but I am afraid. I smile instead and fall asleep where I am , on the parlour's arm chair.

A slap wakes me up at 11pm. Mama is really a wicked person, if she is not my mama I want to call her 'a witch'

She said
' Oya enter room osiso( quickly). Old baby'




The next day, CHEKWUBEM took time to arrive. When he eventually came. His face was not bright.

' My father's ailment is getting worse. My mom and siblings are not helping issues.' He complained.

I told him of my experience with Mama. He decided that only two of us could make ourselves happy.
I asked him what he meant. He did not reply with words.

Kissed me for the first time. I tried to resist but I loved it. I looked around.
Nobody was coming. I smiled and returned the kiss.


HE COMES again. Grabs my backside and tells me sweet words. My bones stand up and some points in my body burn with fire. This feeling is strange but I want something. I can't explain what it is. I just want it.

' Chekku do you love me? I asked under my breath.

I was on the floor, on my back, my wrapper , under me.

He was pressing my tips.
' With every blood in my body'

I asked him if he will marry me. He said ' why?? Yesssss!!!'. I asked what happens if I get pregnant. I remember my mama last warning.

' You are a virgin. Are you not?

I gave a nod.

He continued' Virgins don't get pregnant. I'm a virgin too.'

' How do you know? My mama said--'

' Forget what your mama said. It can't happen. I read it in a book'

I smiled at my university person and believed him. My mama did not break chalk , where she see book to open sef? She does not know anything.


I AM enjoying this. He is breathing gradually and he has not put his thing inside me yet. But my body is so wet and I can't wait anymore. He put it in suddenly. I feel pain and I don't know if I want him to continue or stop. I see blood rolling down to my wrapper. Still, I don't want this to end. Its sweet and painful. I want more.



WEEKS after our little secret occurred, I became shy of him. Chekku did not leave me. He loved me even more. I was so happy and I promised myself that since I'm not a virgin, I will wait until we marry before another one. I will not get pregnant if I do not do it again.




His father died in the following week and he became cold to his family.

I was going to tell him that I felt strange and that my mama suspected me, when he told me his plans for tomorrow.
That morning I was another person inside my cloth. My head and body pained me. I vomited two times. Anything I ate was bitter. I told my Papa that it was malaria and that I will be fine. My mama did not agree and told me that she will not allow me bring shame to the family.

She shouted ' Over my dead body'

I feared for my life because she will kill me to keep her promise. Mama is like Nepa.
Very unsteady.



I AM not understanding her. I avoid her beating while Papa supported me like he has always done.

In the afternoon, I visit Chekwubem's house. I ask him why he did not come to our mango tree. That is when he tells me that he is going to the city.

' A week after my father's burial. I will join my uncle. My family is forcing me to go. I will miss you Ujunwa. So much Uju m'



I want to tell him about my problem but I don't want to add pepper to open wound. I keep quiet instead and allow his love to lead me. Move me like a wrapper in the wind.

His love leads me on" that is what the singer _ jamie Grace said and I like it. ' Just lead me on, I'll follow' .

The words play in my head. I smile even when he asks me why I look so white.

' I'm fine. if you are happy , I'm happy. Just that if you leave, chief Uba will finally marry me'


' Uju m. I tell you again. Only God can take me away from you. '

' And by yourself, you are leaving me'

He laughed then said' you and this your igbotic tongue.'

' Wait for me .' He touched my cheek' let my name remind you of my promise. Will you- Will you wait for me?


I SMILE. This time it is not from my heart but my face. I don't know what to answer.





MY JOY turned to sorrow when he left. His eyes and face were not the only thing he left me to worry about not seeing, infact, what I am seeing is making me sad. My stomach has grown big. My monthly visitor- Mama said so , not me- did not come again.

I realised I was a fool. Mama said I am and I believe her. She cried and I pity for her instead of myself. I was consoling her when my Papa threw me out of the house. Days turn to weeks. He showed strength every time he chased me with cutlass as he wanted to remove my head. I would sneak back to the house when he went out, while Mama always gave me food.


The food increased my belly size. After weeks I knew I was pregnant- I was sure. My Papa hated me and my Mama started to love me. It was like Ororo ( hide n seek). So my mama loved me more?

Chief Ubaka laughed my family and told Mama to return all the gifts he gave us; the goats , the yam , wrapper and even the body pomade that I have finish since 1990 and throw away the kom-kom. Everything. Kai human is wicked.

So Chekku lied to me. No he cant. He loves me so much.



My papa finally brought me home in shame. I had taken him to Che-Che's place. Chekku's mother and brothers drove us away. One of them even jack my papa up

' Don't put me inside faeces o!! Drop me down now. You hear me, don't put me inside--- dont--- dont' my papa shouted in Ibo.

You know the story.

And the next thing that followed , I saw him on the floor. He landed like ripe pawpaw. His fair skin turned red.

My papa wanted to leave me there with anger, but Mama begged him to take me home. She said they will kill me with in the night , if I stay , with otapia ( rat poison)

Years past by and no sign of my lover. Maybe he has forget his promise.

' I will wait for you. I will wait Chekku. Please come back '

oluwaemmanuel:
Your style thou.. I have nothing against you that doesn't stop me from reading.. continue

thank you

queenitee:
Lol, oya laugh small. Don't mind me jare, I just decided to try

make sense jare for a first timer. Haba! I greet you

Divepen1:
Yes. You're free.

okay thanks

queenitee:
I saw something, 'upcoming' lemme go and register.
I'm not sure Sam killed MJ anymore but I'm sure he knows something and I don't think Alice killed him also.

then who did nah? We will have to find out.

Queen i know say you can write like that o. That piece was nice.

Divepen1:
Makes sense... Like I can see trouble looming.

queenitee you want to kimme with laff abi? I IMAGINE THE TOWEL FALL OFF, AND THE WAY SHE DAE run.

You sabi write o.

Dive i never expected that twist at the end. Nice one guys

Divepen1:
Thanks

uwc. Am I free to write up the personal info for the protagonist too? Or just wait till the antagonist chart pops up?

He grabbed it furiously.
Swiftly turned, too slow for the yellow eyes. He should have been faster. Hell no he wasnt.

The creature's arm pierced the door with a loud bang. Like a loyal slave doing its master's bidding, it stretched across the room and held unto his girlfriend.

It yanked her backwards, the creature gave out a rewarding shriek sound at its attempt. Milliseconds ago she was standing next to him. Now her feet were suspended in mid air, dangling and shuddering. Her back against the door.



She screamed with an urgent and deadly siren voice, he was sure he had never heard such from her ' hArrrggghhh!!! Harrrggghh!!!

He almost joined her, he wished he could but the words overwhelmed him in real time. Everything happened almost rapidly, scary.

'Jesus!!! Came his voice, confused, afraid.

Greg , quickly, impulsively unscrewed the bottle's cap. He had no time to think as his entire being employed him with one voice ' Do something. Be fast'

Rhyno02:
Creeza abeg u be chappy?

correct man for that matter, but make we no go there . I wan put that kind life behind me. Shea you grab?

Hilarious! AMARA couldnt just wait for Osi to come back to life.


I would say I predicted 'the difficulty in breathing aspect' but my claim will be too obvious

Im no doctor sha, just a writer ! Gracias,

if you still have something against me check my signature. Time ,its priceless.

bibijay123:
Yea it's pardoned. yes man gats work oo

abi, thank you Ma.

If my hunch is right, im suspecting Alice , hmmm some sisterly blood with hatred going on here. But why?

Bianca baby please dont get a gun.
He who lives by it dies by it. #karma, ask Benedict my character in the ' X 'series( upcoming tho. Sorry for this bibi HOPE im pardoned?)

and the cops are not helping at all. I wonder what that female cop whispered to ashwood.

Thanks Bibijay. I could not read earlier because i was so engrossd in work. Man gats chop

edited.

Smart ass Sam, mystery all around you.
And he killed his own family? Geez I love to Hate this guy already.

Antagonist name : Miss Jillian Obinna

queenitee:
somebody got guts o ehn. Sam Sam, okay continue

asin eh. I just tire.

Bibijay, you no drop the update again as promised o.

oluwaemmanuel:
Nice story but please keep your Biafra hate to your self.. the Afonja use is uncalled for.. this isn't a thread for one of your hate speeches..

oh sorry you created the thread my bad

this is what av been looking for.

And sorry bro to disappoint you, subsequent installments will carry tons of hate speeches.

Im not Nnamdi kanu, so you have nothing against me.
Besides readers like what they are farmiliar with.
*winks

marvin902:
actually is the same

coincidence then, but ive actually seen the movie, and i dont think everything happened dsame way.

Divepen1:
Wow... Like I'm really blushing from ear to ear. Mostly because you saw my vision. Just as Writer digest has a lot of contributing authors, that's what I want.. Not for it to be only a story blog but a place we build men....

Thanks a lot

the last word got to me.

Men with great potentials for that matter.

And you are welcome sir, keep up the good work.

IwillSucced:
I like you already and not because your post made a lot of sense, but because you are the only moderator I know that has a profile pic and it makes you feel more human..

Well I went through your site and I puked... It's an epic case of beautiful writing/content and poor design... Also I noticed some mistakes in your posts... You are speaking about your blog rather than yourself..

In Nigeria, we react to you and not your blog writertain.. Look at the top blogs and tell me they are not in the names of the owners...

I am not here to rant about your flaws, but I want to simply show you where you are going wrong, because I love writers....

those Nigerian blogs you are talking about with names of the mods or whatever way you put it, are not in any way exclusive to writing tips, writer developement or even affiliated with Literature.

Back to the case of theme, any bogus writer or self aclaimed blogster would have named his or her blog in manners or ways beyond comprehension.

If I was a serious writer, i will not do it any better than divepen. Writertain is simply the best name for the website.
With helpful tips to writers in Nigeria, by a Nigerian, and with Nigerian examples in every post made.

If I were to say, Writertain stands a position alongside websites like Writersdigest , Now Novel and How to write A novel (note none have african elements in them)

So a realiabe place '' for writers'' -get the picture-and also for lovers of ''entertainment''- see relation- to get the it all, Writertain.com is my number 1 recommendation.


Good work dive, i read every update when i come across it. This particular one tugged my heart out

EvaJael:
My dear o, they said we should just bring our documents for screening. At least, they've given me breathing space

which uni? UNIBEN DID THAT LAST YEar. But from info , it seems they postponed this year's screening. I dont know sha, dae shuld do mae person go back school by next month o.

Maryclaire1:
he will understand...if u read his first story you should too

oh I didnt, to be honest, but I will try i promise. The author is gifted, a great story teller.

Me, am only a writer. I WRite as e dae my heart.

Oya let me call 911 , i don catch killer o!

Thanks bibi I cant imagine that he even wore mj's locket. Such impetus. Such audacity. Such hypocrisy, arrant nonsense, lack of respect, even for a dead man.

But wait o, Bibi I thought Mj was Bianca's son. Hope am nt seeing double?

SleekHoyeen:
Abeg, how many people dey go Osi burial since Souloho wan show himself? Make we arrange bus

lol OSI DON TURN star o.

Isorite! Just like lawyer Sly in bibijay123's ''Almost Perfect'

Maryclaire1:
my brother the wahala no be small one oooo...we were all use to the characters we have already, him adding will lengthy the story more cos we need know d new in put wella...and seriously I got no probs if he add make e no sha kill d guy that caught the devil who's wearing okirika........and come to think of it sef when sofiri said I shouldn't have welcomed him to my home it's as if he knows his brother is the devil all along.that needs clarifying too...Mr souloho19 abeg do justice to this beautiful piece of yours and no let me track u like strange eyes

lol , you and this your strange eyes. Iswell o

marvin902:
this story sounds familiar to a Philippine movie have watched

really?

ItsJezzy:
But he was stabbed on his chest.. His chest... Events in the piece had always been natural... If Osi survived that would chage things...

by natural you mean. No coincidences?

A man got shot in the chest by an armour piercing bullet, although in maneski's last gang standing.

A phone stopped a bullet at 12 m/hr. Although it happend in the brand of X. By me ofcourse.

Fiction my dear, crazy things happen. Still i agree with you to a level.

Remember the knife did not go to the heart.

Bath impulsively stabbed the wrong side... In worst cases, the impact damaged his lungs and causing difficulty in breathing. ... Again, bath missed the heart....

I keep quiet here. I may be wrong, but Ive seen people stabbed (in the abdomen sha) and still survived.

Lets wait for soul to tell us what happens next,

Maryclaire1:
Abi oooo my sister he's just jesting with us he just added a new character and he needs to clarify us on d papa devil and what makes d pinkin devil have his hideous urge....it should better be Bartholomew's burial arrangement you are preparing souloho19 If not I will track you down like strange eyes

the bolded is causing this wahalaa , that papa part need clarity. He shouldnt have added more characters except he intends to continue. Here or in a sequel.

Like in 'the auction' lleigh brought in new characters at the dire minute to determine Linda's fate. Even dominique criticized this attempt,

Thats why 'PLOTTING ' is always the best.

Mr soul oya twist the story. Do magic. I know you can.

ADECULATE . White and black? ELEYI gidi gaan add blue jack join.

Matrycx, bros thanks for reading ' when love dies' i miss those characters too.

Especially kate, who knows how many kids she has with Andy now?

ABEG , pardon me Mr Soulo19, dont mean to derail your thread. Na fried beans and kunu dae disturb me so.

ItsJezzy:
Nwa... Tho i startd readin this story late i dnt regret it one damn bit.. Suspense would hv choked me if i startd with many of you guys... Kudos to Souloho19 .. This is a master piece .. N by the way.. I know its hard for you all but Osi is dead n thats it... He didnt deserve this kind of death but i think this is a perfect scenario to explain why God made sure he was born and bred in Nigeria...

my point tho! Happy endings are kind of clichêd in most romance novels, this one is a mystery thriller. Our aim was to discover the ' devil'
which the author did for us. Anyother thing , to me. Doesnt matter.

All these prolonged additions should have come in an epilogue.
Well the author knows best.

Osi is not a detective , but I still want him alive tho. Still im prepared.

Adeculate you should too.