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Really? Plenty of kisses.... I can't wait to have them. lol[quote
author=adewealth027 post=27414067]D9ty7.................keep up d goood
works.............I dey owe u plenty of kisses and hugs[/quote]

And another thing is that on the 1st of November, I'll be celebrating my one year anniversary of story writing here on Nairaland.
There will be a seperate thread and we look at the, last one year. There will be awards for some people who have been with me for those one year.

D9ty7 is going back to his busy mode and this may reduce the rate at which we get updates. As we all know, I have two stories running simultaneously; 'All in a circle' and 'The Thomas.'
Right now, I am working very hard on the paper and God has been breathing unto me and I am inspired to write more. Presently, I am working on three stories and guess what. They'll be 2015 projects.
1. My Joy.....(The touching story of a blind gir)
2. David....(The touching story of a graduate)
3. The writing on the wall....(The touching story of a married woman) *Even though the title may change with time.
I'll debut one of the three immediately am through with my blog. And the two other will be posted here on Nairaland.
So, know what to expect in 2015. God is working.
I have another project in mind. Working on a story with two of my followers who are yet to write a story.
I will always squeeze out time to satisfy you guys, even if I'll be busy.

Where is Labaski?
Where is Seunviju?
Where is Zainharb?
Where is stormybucci?
Where is vibra?
Where are the other wonderful readers who we've missed here?

I just modified the last update. Check it out sir.

manuel80:
wife don dey suspect

[quote
author=kingphilip post=27411807]take a simple step of been faithful to
ur spouse and he decided to play away match
I just hope it won't cost him his peaceful home n loving wife
d9ty7 nice one though n please stop modifying o just type them once n
send... I always come back n refresh only to c modification while I know
others night not do so thereby missing some part[/quote]My posting in bit is not intentional. Its the nature of my phone, you have to accept it like that for now.

--continuation--
Barrister Benson was on the phone making a call with only God knows
who. He was visibly angry but he was trying hard to keep his anger in
check by keeping his voice low. Even though it seemed herculean.
"Look here girl, I can't because you have my pictures, then start
worshipping you. A man first called me and he requested for five million
because of this same pictures. Now you are here calling me and asking
for a sum of two million naira. Where on earth do you want me to get
that?" Benson asked angrily as he walked into the kitchen.
He turned immediately he saw his wife cooking.
"Am not disputing that. But tell me why you want to destroy my
home? You know I love my wife and issues such as this will destroy the
relationship we have struggled to build over the years. I'll pay you but
not now. I need to sort some things out first." He succumbed.
"Thank you very much." He said and hung up.
He wiped his sweaty face with an hankie and he made to return into the
bedroom he met an obstacle. His wife, Amarachi was standing with arms
akimbo.
"Oh baby." He said and made to walk away.
"Who was that?" Amarachi, Amara for short asked.
"Just some business partners." Benson replied.
"The last time I checked, Ben, you are a lawyer. Tell me, when did
you become a business man? And if you'll be sincere with me, what's the
nature of your business?" Amara asked.
"I don't mean business in that sense. I mean my client, they have a
case with the government and they want me to do it for them"
"So, if they are your clients, who is the one to pay? You or they?"
Amara asked.
"They of course and that's what we were discussing."
"With pictures? With your marriage? With your wife? Steady
realationship? Baby are you hiding something from me?" She asked.
"How do you expect me to answer these questions? They are way too
many to be answered by one person." He replied tactically.
"Tell me the truth. Who are you talking to on phone?"
"Look here woman! You are begining to dig into something that
doesn't concern you. I am a lawyer and you are not. You know nothing
about the job. So please leave me alone and let me do my job." He said
angrily.
Amara sighed.
"Fine. Anyways, am sorry."
"Whatever." Benson said and made to walk out of the living room.
"Your food is ready." She announced.
"Take it to the dogs." He replied and walked out of the living
room.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Chief Patrick walked into the hospital just in time when Kelvin drove
into the premises. Everywhere became dead silent and no one moved about
immediately Chief Patrick walked in. The director of the hospital
descended from the top floor to welcome the top politician.
"You are welcome sir." The DG(director general) said.
"Where is my son?" Chief Patrick asked.
Just then the door reopened and Kelvin walked into the reception.
"Dad, what really is the matter?" He asked.
"Hold it son. Don't ask questions." Chief Patrick replied.
The DG led father and son out of the reception into the ward where
Clement was being treated. The ward is a typical example of what could
be described as a royal ward or executive ward.
He was sleeping by the time they entered and a young policewoman sat
on the chair by his bedside.
"Welcome sirs." She said greeting the three men.
"Yeah thank you Miss Ngozi." The doctor replied.
"Was she the one who brought him here?" Kelvin asked.
"No, but she called his line exactly when he was brough in. Some
men of the LASTMA brought him in." The doctor replied.
"For how long will he be here?" Chief Patrick asked.
"He'll be discharged as soon as possible, maybe tomorrow. All he
need to do is come here occassionally for check up. You know to
ascertain how his wonds heal." The DG replied.
"Okay. Kelvin, am off." Chief Patrick announced.
"Okay daddy." Kelvin replied.
Chief Obi Patrick walked out of the ward with the Director General, leaving a handsome Kelvin with a pretty Ngozi and a cute sleeping Clement in the ward.
"Kelvin is my name." He said stretching his hand.
"Ngozi." She replied taking his hand.
"So, you are a cop?" He asked.
"Yes, any problem with that?"
"No, not at all. You see, am just suprised that there are beautiful ladies in the force." Kelvin replied smiling. He knew her type. Always playing hard to get.
She kept quiet and focused on her phone.
"You are beautiful you know?" He said.
She raised up her head and smiled. The kind of smile that could make one shiver in fear.
"I've known that since I was eight." She replied shocking him.

--to be continued--

Me will like to join ya.[quote
author=Emmykul4love post=27410740]waiting boss with my 1759 by my side
and my garri on my hand mixed with milk and honey. Anybody can come and
join me.[/quote]

The last update has been modified. Get on it and read it now;
kingphilip, jeanfortune, Henryukwa, Adewealth027, Snowprince07, Emmykul4luv.

--continuation--
Sandra was seated comfortably on a couch in a trance, reminiscent of
the events of the day. She couldn't bring herself to the conclusion that
everything was a coincidence, as far as she was concerned, she had no
business with any group of people or hoodlum to the extent that they'll
be after her precious and beautiful life. She knew she had business with
some group of blackmailers but the question troubling her mind was the
fact that does blackmailers kill their victims? She had no answer to
these questions but she hoped for the best.
She picked up her phone and dialled her financial manager. Her cousin.
"Hello Frank." She said immediately he picked the call.
"Hello sis." Frank replied.
"I need you to help me transfer the sum of eight million naira into a
cayman's account." Sandra said without thinking twice.
"Bad joker. Stop playing pranks here. Why will you want to transfer
that huge amount into a Cayman's account?" Frank asked.
"Look here Frank, am not joking. Do this or I do it myself. And
remember, I own my money." She replied angrily.
"Big sis, calm down. I know you own your money because you worked
for it but eight million naira is a huge sum to transfer into a faceless
account." Frank replied calmly.
"Frank, I don't want to talk about this anymore. Do the transfer
and I'll be waiting for feedbacks from my bank."
"Now I understand. Big sis is in a big trouble and she has no one
to talk to. Don't worry, I'll be there in an hour, then you can talk to
me." Frank said.
"Just do what I asked you to do." She replied and hung up.
Frank, a graduate of banking and finance started working with her
cousin, immediately after his youth service and Sandra sponsored him to
do his masters programme by paying him an exhorbitant amount per month
as his salary. Even though, Frank now works in the embassy, he still
performs the function of finance director/adviser to his cousin's
modelling business.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++
Deoye was seated in a popular bar in the city of Lagos, thousand
kilometers away from the school campus. Scorpion(one of his loge mate
and member of his gang) walked into the bar. He surveyed the whole bar
and smiled when he saw someone wave from the far end. He walked towards
the table.
"Guy, how far?" Scorpion asked.
"I dey o. How you dey?" Deoye asked.
"I bam." Scorpion replied.
"Barman." Deoye beckoned to one of the men taking orders and serving
the customers.
"O boy, you fvck up o." Scorpion said immediately the barman took
his orders and walked away.
"I know. But I was on a revenge mission." Deoye said defensively.
"Defence mission which is about landing you into trouble. At least
you for carry us along na, not even me your closest pal." Scorpion
poured out.
"Ma guy, no vex, I want it to be a one man hit. Then you all can
celebrate with me when am through with the game. Moreso, remember, you
didn't carry any of us along when you raped those twin girls last year."
Deoye explained.
"Agreed, but this is different. You've single-handedly killed three
of these girls. I doff my hat for you. Deo, the hitman." Scorpion said
laughing.
"But come guy, what's the situation?" Deoye asked.
"The police are looking for you. They already have Darasimi in
custody and am afraid she has poured everything out. One girl claimed she saw you when you killed Chioma. The next destination of the police is your parents house." Scorpion explained.
"My parent's house? In Minna?" Deoye asked.
"All they need to do is contact the police department over there."
"Dad and mum are currently in Thailand chilling." Deoye replied.
"Good one there. Guy in have to go." Scorpion announced.
"Do me a favour guy."
"Yes? What is it?"
"That girl that claimed she saw me. Drop her for me." Deoye said.
"Am on it." Scorpion replied as he shook hands with Deoye and left.

--to be continued--

Its my duty to respond the call from the superior authority. Though, I am yet to read this piece but the tile alone. 'A mega hit series.'
I know the content will be out of this world.

I will call that a prophecy.

onosj:
D9ty7 with what am seeing u have already won d award!!!. Keep it coming pls.

I appreciate it ma'am.

Thank you ma'am.

thoxyno:
U ar indeed a good writer.....waitin for update

--continuation--
Chief Obi Patrick dropped the call and thought for a few seconds. Then
he picked his second phone and dialled a number.
"Hey, Kelvin, where are you?" Chief Obi asked his son.
He kept quiet listening to his son.
"Fine, I want you to drive down to LUTH." He informed his son.
"Don't ask me why son. Your brother is on admission there and its
very critical." Chief Patrick said and hung up.
He made to stand up then realised that Onome was still standing before
him.
"Yes? Who called you? Get out of my sight before I pounce on you."
He yelled at the woman who at once hurriedly walked out of the living
room.
Chief Obi clenched his fist in anger.
"Onome." He bellowed.
"Sir." She answered as she ran into the living room.
"I guess you heard my conversation a few seconds ago. My son,
Clement was shot. You have to do me a favour. Will you?" Chief Patrick
asked.
"I will sir."
"Make sure you stay with his wife. Engage her in conversations.
Make her laugh and should in case she ask after me. Tell her I went to
the state house. Will you do it for me?"
"I will sir." Onome replied.
"Good."
Chief Patrick picked his two phones and made for the door.
"One of you should get the car keys, am going out." He said to one
of his bodyguards immediately he stepped outside.
Onome walked out of the living room into the kitchen and kept away the
just prepared food. Then she began to wash the dishes.
Five minutes into the chore, Rachel is not yet back, she decided to go
and check on her in Chief Patrick's study.
She walked upstairs and took the left turn into the hallway before she
pushed the door at the far end of the hallway open.
She saw Rachel seated and going through some books.
"Here you are." Onome said as she peeped into the room.
"Have you been looking for me?" Rachel asked.
"No, am just suprised that you are not yet back." Onome replied.
"Don't mind me. I saw something which caught my attention here."
Rachel replied flashing a textbook to her.
Rachel replied flashing a textbook to her.
"Politics and governance by Winston Churchill." Onome read the title
aloud. "I can see you so much loved politics. You can make a career out
of it." Onome advised.
"Come in." Rachel urged.
"Don't worry. I am not allowed to spend two minutes in here. I have
to go now, moreso, I am busy in the kitchen." Onome protested.
"I asked you to come in. Don't worry I'll assist you when we are
through here."
Onome gave up on the protest as she shut the door behind her and sat
down on one of the couches in the big library.
"What will you like to have?" Rachel asked pointing to the small
bar that stood on the west in the library.
"Am not allowed to drink wines in this house. Only fruit juice."
Onome replied.
"What is your favourite drink?" She asked.
"I love blue cocktail. I drank the leftover once and I won't mind
drinking it again." Onome said shyly.
Rachel stood up and walked to the shelve where the drinks were arranged
in order of importance and cost. She picked a bottle of blue cocktail
and two glass cups. She filled the two glasses and handed one to Onome
while she took the second one.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Kelvin was oblivious of his environment as he sped along the busy road
while helping himself with a bottle of coke and his car stereo blaring. Just when he started moving his head to the rythm of the song, the realisation hit him.
"But why will this old man want to kill me? He wants me to drive down to LUTH when several people are after my life." He thought.
He was angry as he angrily hit the music player and switched it off bringing total silence within his car. Even though the coke was not working, he knew he needed something to cool his nerves, maybe he'll by a hot drink in the supermarket ahead.
Driving down to LUTH was not his problem, but driving out of LUTH alive was the problem. He knew he was being watched and they lay ambush for him by the time he wants to drive out of the hospital. He thought about boycotting the order and drive home instead or a nearby bar to cool his nerves. He chosed the former because his brother has done a lot for him and this is the second favour he'll be doing today in many months.
He swerved the car off the road and drove towards the Lagos University Teaching Hospital.

--to be continued--
The next set of updates will involve some twists and turns. Kelvin is being watched and now, he has finally brought himself to the open. Rachel is about uncovering Chief Obi Patrick's dirtiest secret, thereby putting her life and that of her baby in danger. No one is there to help her, Clement is unstable and needs to spend a few days in the hospital.
[size=24pt]ALL IN A CIRCLE[/size]

Thank you ma'am.

adeh39:
Dis story is getting hotter abi na hottest sef...., nice story, really luv it.

Its been a while. Hope you are good?

Flakeey:
Ehhhhhhh
this is hotter than fire

great job D9ty7

I appreciate it ma'am. The thing is, I look up to you and follow your footsteps in writing.

candy:
Awww...see who just made my day! You have a way with words my bro, no
wonder your readers are always well entertained. Thanks.

You are right on track. No one would be happy with such news.
Psychologically, he'll find it hard to come to terms with. After twenty five years, you discover the mother you have known is not your mother.
He may even drink himself to death. But I trust candy. She'll do justice to this masterpiece.

Hameenat94:
I have dis feeling datTobi wont b happy
wit d news nd might b disturbed psychologically... Jst my saying tho
Candy knows hw its going 2 b.. Interesting update as ever

You sabi speak yoruba? I bin think sey u're from the north. Katsina to be precise. lol

Hameenat94:
uwc bro... Ba nu so, ma be yan so(kid ur secrets 2 urself nd nt wit humans) apply here

Short of fuel ke? Abeg o

Emmykul4love:
Short of fuel right now

Are you in a hurry? My brother, don't be. We still have a long way to go.

manuel80:
Lyk seriously..bt I want clement to discover kelvin himself

Thank you ma'am.

Hameenat94:
Wonderful update as usual... So Habeeb z a mole? No one z 2 b trusted @ll

I swear my sister, no one is to be trusted.

All you need to do is like the post which has TheRock5555. Ooops! Its past 5pm already.

whitemosquito:
I'm late. But I humbly beg that my nominatn for THEROCK be counted..

Adeola, you keep amazing me with your comments. God bless you too.[quote
author=adewealth027 post=27391218]D9ty7................you keep amazing
me with each update................God bless you[/quote]

Publishing you said? I have never thought of that sincerly. Am just writing because I love writing.

tecno4life:
Gr8 one Durodola, don't dull oh kip it up.

Duro, I fink its high time you start publishing your works, they are 2 gr8 2 be wasted na

--continuation--
He has been running for twenty minutes and his pursuers don't look like giving up yet. They kept multiplying as he covered more distances.
This time, he had left the forest and was now runnig on an untarred road. A road which seemed to have been abandoned. Even though it had beach sand, there was no footpath of traces of a vehicle passing through the road. Where the road leads to, he didn't know. It not as if he was taking note of his surroundings, he was deep in the spirit of running and he was just imagining things. Just when he was about giving up, he was a group of uniformed me at different angles ahead. He knew they are his God sent messiah.
He ran into their midst and his pursuers left it rather too late as
they followed him, just when they wanted to escape, the uniformed men started firing Sylvester's pursuers while Sylvester kept on shouting.
"I am a policeman, they are terrorists."
There was an open gun fire between the two sides and one of the uniformed men took Sylvester away from the scene.
The gun battle continued for minutes as more gun men kept emerging from where Sylvester had come and the uniformed men in their little number did justice to them like they had been waiting for them all day.
Five minutes later, the gun battle had died down and the uniformed men were checking the casualties of the battle. One uniformed man was killed while about eleven terrorists were killed.
"Get me that man who called himself a policeman." The leader of the uniformed men said.
Sylvester was fetched from his hiding place. And looking at the badges on one of the men's uniform. He saw boldly written 'NIGERIA CUSTOM
SERVICE.'
"Thank Jah, I am in safe hands." He thought as he was brought before the leader of the patrol team.
The two men conversed for a few minutes, and Sylvester explained how
everything went down.
"Are you sure, the rest of your team are dead?" The custom leader asked.
"I am not so sure. But during the course of my running, I
discovered that either one by one or at the same time, they had
disappeared. Then I came to the conclusion that they had been killed." Sylvester replied.
"Alright. But the problem now is that, you'll be here with us till
the next patrol arrives, then you can be transported back into town."
The patrol leader said.
"No problem." Sylvester replied.
Sylvester spent two hours with the custom officials, during whcih he saw the beauty of the job. How they seized good being transported into Nigeria illegally. Even though, they(the custom officers) have been regarded as one of the most corrupt agencies in Nigeria after the police force and the phcn. He knew the allegation were all lies in a bid to
let the government scrap off the custom service. So many goods were siezed, contrabands such as indian hemp and other materials that are harzadous to health. Even legal product were siezed, simply because they were being imported illegally.
The action that stole the show was when a convoy of cars, numbering up to fifteen drove into the country. The speed at which the cars moved could make an hypertensive patient suffer in shock. A custome vehicle was hot on their chase and immediately the vehicles drive into Nigeria, the occupants of the car began to shoot sporadically at the custom
officials manning the boarder into Nigeria from Cotonou, Republic of
Benin.
The only thing that amazed Sylvester was that despite the sporadic shooting, none of the custom officers was hit. Immediately the shooting stopped, the custom officers filed into their vehicle and leaving two
men behind, they drove in the direction which the smugglers went.
Therefore, making it, two custom teams agains fifteen cars.
Sylvester stood behind with the two officers and he was praying
within him that no other smuggling team should come passing by or else, they'll be killed with ease.

--to be continued--