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Its good to have you here with me. *In tuface's stark Benue voice. "No shaking."[quote
author=PrinceAdepoju post=26896338]Every marriage has it's own problem.
It takes the couple's teamwork and cooperation to fight it.

They don't need the kids. They started the marriage without the kids.
So, either of them should be humble enough to confront the other and
solve whatever problem or challenge they are facing.


Well done, D9ty7[/quote]

*In Darasimi's thin and melodious voice. "Its not what you think. I can explain."

Hameenat94:
Dara cover don blow.. Imagine a frnd killing her frnds cos of money

We'll get more updates tomorrow by the special grace of God.
I appreciate you comments @Handie and Princessusan. Your comments makes me want to drop more tonight but I am battling with a chronic headache.
"Tomorrow is another day." James Bond.

CHAPTER FIVE
Darasimi fearfully led Clement and his partner Habeeb into her room.
The two men sat on the stool and the only plastic chair available while their host sat on the bed.
"Dara, are you aware that your friend Chioma is dead?" Clement
began.
Darasimi kept quiet for a few seconds pretending to be processing the news that was relayed to her.
"I don't get."
"As in, your friend Chioma was found dead this morning."
"Yeh! mogbe." She screamed as she flung herself unto Habeeb and
they both landed on the bare floor. Her weight seemed to be the major factor in their fall while Habeeb's weight is nothing to write home about.
"Take it easy dear. I know it'll be very hard on you. Sorry for the
loss." Habeeb consoled as he pulled her up.
"Ah! Chiiiiii.....Chhhhhhiiiooooomaaaa." She screamed again as hot tears trickled down her cheeks.
Habeeb was filled with pity as he looked at her sympathetically. How easy it is for evil doers to pity others. He, who is head bent on making the country pay for something she knew nothing of by liasing with the terrorists is here pitying someone who could not be trusted entirely.
"From our investigations, we learnt she didn't return home yesterday and the last time she was seen, you were with her. So tell us anything that can be helpful to us in our investigations." Clement said immediately the wailing and consoling stopped.
"Who told you Chioma was with me? The last time I saw her was two day ago." She replied.
Clement smiled knowingly.
"What happened to you on your arm?" Clement asked pointing to the burns she sustained when Chioma attacked her the previos day. She was wearing an armless pink top and a black leggings.
"Oh! This?" She asked foolishly.
Clement only nodded, urging her to spill whatever is in her.
"Its just a burn as a result of some child's play around the
hostel. Those guys were chasing we the girls with stick with fire." She explained.
"I see. Believe me, guys can be annoying at times. Thank God I
am not a guy." He replied trying to add humor to lighten the tension in the room.
They all gave short laughs and it did the magic as Darasimi felt relaxed afterwards.
"I remembered when we came in, it was like you had a travelling bag with you. Are you travelling or what?" Clement asked.
"Yes, I am."
"Why?"
"This killings. First it was Hadiza, then Dayo, now it is Chioma.
Only God knows who is next." She replied.
"You knew Chioma was dead before we came in?" He asked as he scanned the whole room with his eagle eyes. Then his eyes strucked
something.
"No, I don't know. The last time we conversed was two day ago like I said the other time."
As she was saying, Clement had already stood up and followed the
direction where his eyes strucked something strange.
"What's this?" He asked picking a yellow top from the floor near the wardrobe. It had blood stains on it.
"That?" She asked foolishly propbably because she was caught unawares.
"Yes."
"I was on my period and it got stained." She replied.
"I see." Clement said as he dropped the cloth and sat down and jotted some things on his notepad.
Darasimi knew she had fumbled by lying that she had her monthly
discharge while putting on the top and not a skirt. She could have said she used the shirt to clean up.
"You know what? We'll like to see you in our office right away for questioning." Clement informed.
"Your office? As in police station. What did I do?" She asked
almost in tears.
Habeeb whispered to his boss and they both nodded at the same time.
"This is it. You have to report to the school's security complex
today and you'll do that for the next five days when investigations must have been concluded." Habeeb informed.
"We'll like to take our leave now. Bye." Clement said as he stood up with his partner and walked out of her room.

--to be continued--

Finally, I just caught up with you guys... Ride on Mr Handie.

Even if she was the worst sister, the realisation that you'll see her no more will make you cry. Your cries will be more than that of her sister gangan. I mean Eve.
I've been away for a while now, and its good to be back.
Because we are made of black, we'll be at the top forever. Good job A.

Updates resumes tomorrow by the special grace of God. And its possible I drop some if I am able to charge my phone 'fill to the brim.'

It's like today is Flakkydagirl's birthday. Happy birthday boss, long life and prosperities. I pray God grant you every of your heart desires. AMEN!!!
Signed: D9ty7(your long lost apprentice) and crew.

No be afternoon nap o. I be muslim, so dnt expect update today... lol

Happy Birthday to you dearie. Long life and prosperities. I pray that God grant you every of your heart desires. AMEN!!!

--continuation--
Everyday at the airport shopping complex is always filled with
activities and events. The shopping complex or mall is the largest in West Africa built many years ago by the Federal Government of Nigeria.
It was a big complex which has two buildings adjoining to a third with over fifteen floors making a total of three building connected and a total of 45floors all together if counted per building.
The complex which was named the airport shopping complex was aimed at providing certain services to the airport users and non airport users.
The shopping complex serves many functios, such as supermarkets, hospitals, guest houses, event hall to metion a few. Some big league companies and firms have their offices situated at the airport shopping complex. The shopping complex could be likened to the world trade centre in the United state which was blown by the Al-queda forces led by Osama bin
laden.
The Airport shopping complex in 2010 was named the largest shopping mall in West Africa and third largest in Africa.
A black van drove into the parking lot where hundreds of cars were parked. Five men dressed in maintainance uniform overall. They walked into the mall and proceeded to the ventilation unit. All floors in the complex jointly make use of the same ventilation system, a room which
has a big machine which in turn pumps air into the thousands air
conditions in the complex.
A security man approached them.
"Hey! We didn't call for maintainace." He said to them but they ignored him and continued walking.
He was running after them, calling them to talk to him but they refused. They took the first turning by the right into a deserted area and he foolishly followed them. One of the men stopped walking and turned to face him. he walked closer to the security guy and stabbed on
the neck. He fell down and died.
They continued their journey towards the ventilation control room.
"Guys. We need to be fast with this. You know it won't take time
before the other security men notice the absence of their colleague.
They'll come looking for him and our cover will be blown." Kelvin
adressed as they approached the control room.
They all emptied the contents of one of the bags with them. One of the men removed a drilling machine and drilled the door lock open, the door which was made of iron gave a croacking sound as they pushed it open.
"You stay here and look out for any intruder." Kelving ordered the
guy who drilled the door.
The other four men walked into the hall where giant machines were knoted to the floor.
Kelvin squatted beside the box which connect the two largest
machines together. He opened the cover and the air which passes through the box into the second machine blew on his face causing him to shiver.
"It won't take time before they notice something is going on here.
The air being pumped is now blowing elsewhere. Lets get down to work." Kelvin said.
A small cylinder was passed on to him.
"The activation chip please." He requested as a motherboard was
passed on to him.
He attached the chip on the cylinder and connected a tablet to the chip's port. He puched in some activation codes and the cylinder
increased in length making humming sounds.
"We have fifty seconds. Get this thing bolted." he ordered.
He walked outside to join the man who was looking out for any
intruder.
"Go and get the engine running. Tell us if anything strange is going on outside." He told the guy who removed the car key and walked away leaving the others behind.
"Lets get out of here." They all filed out walking back towards the parking lot as fast as they could.
"Are we clear to move out?" Kelvin asked the driver through the communication device attached to his ears.
They moved out at once and hurriedly walked towards the van in which they had come, the door was opened already and the engine was running.
Immediately Kelvin hopped in beside the driver, the swung the car out of the parking lot towards the always opened gate.
He swerved to the right unto the main road. MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!

END OF CHAPTER FOUR

@techno4life: Na only you dey talk, dey reply.

Story for the gods? quite funny.
[quote
author=Fatalveli]I believe dat no ordinary writer can write a crime
story cos it is a story for the gods! Thumbs up bro[/quote]

Keep your comments coming. We'll get more updates if we get more comments.

--continuation--
Clement was seated in the only chair inside the girl's room.
Stephanie, Tolani and Tokunbo another friend of theirs were seated on the bed.
"So tell me all I need to know about yesterday?" Clement who was flanked on the right on his feet was Sergeant Habeeb who has been on the student's killing case.
"Sir, we all went out, everyone of us excluding Tokunbo. But when we got to the schoolgate, Dolapo said she had to go home and so she left. Tola left us while we were having fun around the school. While Chioma and Darasimi got down from my car to trek home." Stephanie
explained.
"So are you saying, Chioma was not the only one as at the time you dropped them? Who is this Darasimi of a girl?" Habeeb asked.
"Darasimi is a friend. We all went out for reconciliation and I
couldn't drive them home because I am afraid of driving alone at night.
If I had known, I would have driven them home and pass the night here."
Stephanie explained.
"The main suspect now is Darasimi. And you said you've not heared from her since yesterday?" Habeeb asked.
"Her number is not going through." Tolani replied.
"We need to know if she is alive or dead too." Habeeb said to the girls.
"I heard someone say something about reconcilliation the other time. What's it about?" Clement who has been silent asked.
"We all had a misunderstanding yesterday. Chioma and Darasimi
basically. That was why Stephanie stepped in and said we should all go out and have fun." Tolani replied.
"Tell me more." Clement urged her.
"The thing started between Dolapo and Darasimi, I intervened but Dara attacked me. Chioma also said something to stop the quarrell but it escalated and Chioma ended up pushing Darasimi violently and she fell
against a burning stove." Tola explained.
"Now I get it. Don't you think Dara tried to get back at Chioma by killing her?" Clement asked.
"With a gun? Hell no. I know Darasimi very well." Tolani replied.
"What if she paid someone to carry out the mission?" Clement asked.
The girls didn't say anything, they just kept mute looking at the
police officers before them.
"You know what? We'll go to Darasimi's lodge. I learnt she lives in Harmony lodge. To be sure if she was hit or not." Clement said rising up.
"Please do that fast." Tokunbo spoke for the first time. She was
afraid of saying anything because of the popular saying that "anything
you say here will be used against you in the court of law."
Clement rose up with his partner and left with a promise that they'll be back in an hours time.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++
Darasimi turned the door key for the second time. Sure that she had
locked the the door firmly, she picked up her portable travelling bag inside which she had a few of her things, most importantly her clothes.
She walked towards the gate with tears welled up in her eyes threatening to spill any moment. Even though she was sure she'll breakdown before she got to her destination. Ibadan, the capital of Oyo state, a state in the south-west of Nigeria, a country in west Africa.
"Dara... Dara." A masculine voice was calling as the person ran to
catch up with her.
She decided to give the person an audience provided he has something reasonable to say. All she had to spare was two minutes.
"Am sorry about your friend." Deoye said.
"Thank you." She replied.
"But who do you think could be responsible for the killing of Chioma in the dead of the night?" He asked.
"Deoye. Can I tell you something?" She asked.
"Yes you can." He replied smiling.
"I suspect you as the number one killer." She replied shocking him with his reply.
"Why will you suspect me? Meaning I killed Dayo and Hadiza, my girlfriend too?" He asked.
"I didn't say that but if the police ask me I'll tell them you told me to lead Chioma into your hands that fateful night."
"The fact that I asked you to lead her to me does not mean I killed her."
"So why did you pay me?" She asked.
Deoye kept quiet. His cover seemed to have been blown.
Just then the gate opened and two men walked in. Darasimi was quick to recognise one of them as Inspector Clement. She knew they are here for her.
"Don't say anything about me to the police. You know who I be." He whispered.
"Alright Darsimi. I'll call you on phone." He said smiling as he walked away.
"Hello guy." Habeeb said greeting Deoye.
"Yes boss!" He replied as he walked away leaving Darasimi with the two men.

--to be continued--

More updates to come before 12noon. Presently charging my phone.
Kip your comments coming. They are a major drive.

--continuation--
Joe was seated in the school security complex looking deadly and dangerous. He was arrested for an offence he knew nothing of. Even though he led the group of protesters but he wasn't the one who gave them the orders to attack the school's CSO(chief security officer)
He was fuming with rage even though, he was not on lockup but he was made to sit down behind the counter desk at the reception.
"Useless boy. Come to school. study, graduate, get a job and live
happily. You are here fighting because some students were killed." One of the officers said.
They were all passing comments about him.
"Useless things. You ought to be in the army fighting terrorism. You are here in a univeristy fighting cultism." The thought of this amused him. The rhyme. (sm)
Just then siren could be here approaching the school gate. And the security complex was located right after the school's main gate. A convoy of cars numbering up to five drove into the school heading
towards the VC's(vice chancellor) office. Even though, the vc to be is
on sabbattical to Illinos(United stated) and on his return, he'll be
made the vc officially.
"Is that the state governor?" A man in the school security uniform asked his colleague.
"No. I think its the commissioner of education. He is here on the orders of the governor." His colleague replied.
Twenty minutes later the convoy returned and the state commisioner for education alighted and walked into the security complex requesting to
speak with the head of security. And since, Mr Bankole is indisposed to attend to him, they directed him to the deputy CSO's office.
"I want results. This is the only state university we have in this
state and our students should stop dieing. Remember, our motor is 'sustaining academic excellence.' Let the academic excellence be
sustained by us, and our children. Not killing one another." The
commissioner for education concluded.
"Right about now, we are on it and those killers will be brought to book." The Deputy CSO assured.
"Thank you for your time." The commissioner said.
"You are welcome sir."
The deputy CSO saw the honourable commissioner to the parking lot just when some angry protesters barged into the security complex demanding to speak with the commissioner. It took the efforts of the school security and the state's police to stop the students. Even though they ended up breaking the window of the commissioner's car before they were sent away as a result of the release of a deadly gas, popularly known as tear gas in the air.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++
Immediately he was through with the debriefing of the visiting
intelligence officers, he drove down to the university's permanent site.
"Excuse me, I need to see Mr Bankole." Clement said to the man
seated at the reception.
Joe recognising him greeted him and he replied him as cool as he
could.
"Mr Bankole is not on seat presently." The man replied.
"Fine, what about Mr Oye or Mrs Adelakun?" He asked referring to the deputy cso and the next in rank.
"You can't see him now. You have to wait first."
"Do you realise who you are talking to at all? Anyways, tell him
Inspector Clement wants to see him."
The man who was puching some numbers n the intercom stopped what he was doing and faced Clement.
"Go in sir." He said.
Clement walked in as directed. He pushed the door open and walked into the deputy cso's office. Mr Oye, the man in office was banding an envelope which was dropped earlier by the honourable commissioner.
"Oh! Mr Clement you are welcome." He said locking up his drawer.
"Thank you." Clement said sitting down before being told to do so.
"Hope no problem?"
"Mr Oye. Tell me your position in this school's security."
"Me or who?"
"Yes you and the whole security office."
"We are employed to check the activities of the students and guard the lives and properties, maintain law and order...."
"Thank you very much. Are you checking the student's activities? No. Are you guading their lives like you said? No. Are you maintaining law and order? No. Mr Oye, we both know you are doing nothing here." Clement replied.
"Sincerly speaking Mr Clement, we are trying but we can't fight thin air." Oye replied.
"You mean it? So the student's have turned to thin air? Fine, three students have been killed in this school in two weeks. I want result before the end of tomorrow." Clement said rising up.
"Okay sir."
"Can I get someone who'll show me the way to the student affairs complex?" He asked as he walked out of the office with Mr Oye behind him.

--to be continued--

I may be wrong tho[quote
author=Crowny1]Faint footsteps could be heard across the street(,) despite
her attempts to cover them. Rachel walked hurriedly home glancing(looking) back
every 2 seconds to make sure she wasn't been followed.
Walking (on)Gangster street at night was signing your own death sentence.
But it was already 8:15pm. 15(Fifteen) minutes past her curfew. She began to walk
faster when she heard a sound like someone had mistakenly kicked
something. She increased her pace. Meanwhile a boy had also turned at
the sound. A(the) boy that had been following her. He looked at her. She had
short black hair that just reached her neck with a great shape(the description is not detailed enough). And she
was pretty. He couldn't see the color of her(I think it shoud be. He was unable to make out hercomplexion)[/quote]

Tell me something I don't know. Are you gonna abandon the first story?

Thanks for giving me the go at pointing out some mistakes.
Note: I may be wrong too.
1. Characters: Lets get to know them? You are writing from your own point of view, with the use of 'I' therefore, I think we should know more about you and your siblings, Chinedu and Sandra.(*am I right?)
2. Description: The window slammed. Are you seated in the bedroom or the living room? What's the condition of the room? Well furnished or colourful? Even though from the way you described the area you lived in, am sure the room was not up to standard.
3. Let your updates be more frequent and lengthy. Also, take note. Little grammatical blunders should also be eradicated.
The last thing I have for you is commendation.
You started the story with a young girl, preparing for an exam. (*am I right?) And you called the story a crime story. Am watching to see how things will play out.

Thanks for the dedication. And all I'll continue to say is welldone for the good job you've been doing here.
But I have some corrections even though I have a feeling you have it in your next update already.
Permission to spill it out ma?

The update was dedicated to the country Nigeria maybe b'cos everything highlighted in the update relates to the country Nigeria.
I won't say it they are the characteristics of the country Nigeria but more than 50% Nigerians experience what you wrote everyday.
Now the thing is, What is the essence of self governance after 54years?

An activist in the making you are. See you later at the top.

POST HIDDEN

For some reasons, there won't be update this saturday. So I have decided to drop it now.

The next post has been loading since yesterday. Almost ten hours.
Do something about it please.

I am more than honoured to be invited here by the honourable writer herself.
I am intrested in this story cos of one reason. You know why? The author is a girl. sorry, I mean a lady or woman. SORRY IF I AM RUDE. Thereby making her the first lady writing a crime story here on Nairaland.
Disappointment is not in my dictionary. So don't disappoint.
The following are some basic tips to success in crime writing. As
endorsed by Kingzpen, Handie, Kayemjay and others including my
humble self.
1. As a crime story writer there is nothing like short in our
dictionary. Long is the word and so, your updates must be long.
2. Encourage yourself, don't beg for comments or likes. If your story is worth it, it'll get them. Crime stories generally advertises itself.
3. Consistency should be your watchword. Try and be consistent.
4.You are a lady and you have chance to join the great female writers we have here. Don't be lie those who don't complete their stories because they lost interest or something.
TAKE NOTE: ITS IN YOU. Just like peak.
And today is October 1.

--continuation--
Clement stood near the police flagpost. He was leaning on the pole
conversing with some of his colleagues at work among whom were, Ngozi
and Mike.
"Seriously, I am begining to have a second thought about this whole
thing." Ngozi said changing the topic being discussed.
"Second thought about what?" Mike asked.
"This job. My fiance is complaining and am not ready to loose him
because of a job which has no security and we call ourselves the
security of the state." She replied.
"I don't get you." Clement said.
"Our lives are in danger. Imagine a policeman of Okoro's calibre
killed by the terrorist. Am tired o." She complained.
"Am disappointed in you Ngozi." Sergeant Charles said.
"Back to what we were saying before Ngozi's drama. It seems like the
Inspector General is bringing in some men from the FBI to assist us in
the intelligence aspect of our work." Mike said.
"Where did you get that from?" Clement asked.
"I was at the defence ministry today and I saw the men. They are
from the capital city, Abuja." Mike added.
Just then a white mercedez benz 190 drove into the police station's
premises. Three men alighted from the car and in a second, the Chief
Supritendent of the Area F-command, Haruna came out flanked by his
Assistant and Inspector Burahimo.
The men spoke in low tones and after a few seconds, they all walked
into the building.
"These are the same men I saw at the ministry." Mike said.
"If I may ask, what's your business at the ministry?"
"I was asked to come for a clearance alongside some other policemen
in the state." He replied.
"For promotion or what?" Ngozi asked.
"I don't know." Mike replied.
"You are being recommended for a transfer man. Maybe to the north
or the millitary." Charles said laughing.
Clement was lost in his own thought. Thinking about his career, and
everything that is connected to it. The police chiefs bringing in
experts from the country's capital means, something is lacking in the
south-west police command. He has been in the service for many years and
he has experience. He has been used on these kind of assignments too.
Where he'll be invited to handle a case alongside some top officers and
in the end, he'll displace the officers handling the case before he was
invited.
"I pray its not pay back time." He thought.
"Clement, where have you been?" Charles asked.
"In the moon." He replied absent mindedly.
"With Rachy?" Mike asked as they all bursted into laughter.
Just then a young constable walked up to them.
"Sir! Your attention is needed at the CSP's office." The guy said.
"Okay." Clement waved him off.
The young lad took off to tell the CSP what Clement just told him.
"I'll be back in few minutes guys." He said as he made to walk away.
"Time to handover." The thought of it amused him causing him to
giggle as he walked past a group of young femal constables gisting. They
have no worries other than come to work and go back home.
+++++The CSP's office+++++++
The well furnished office was spacious enough to have ten men in it at a time. A big mahogany desk stood with a chair behind it and two visitor's chair in front of the desk. On the left of the desk stood a conference table which has six chairs around it and a vase stood on top. CSP Haruna was seated on his seat, his assistant stood behind him as well as Inspector Burahimo. The three visiting FBI men sat on the chair opposite the CSP desk. One chair from the conference table has been added to thw two chairs.
"You sent for me?" Clement asked.
"Yes. I did." Haruna replied.
"Going straight to business. We have decided to hand over the terrorist's case to you permanently and these men will work with you on it. So get yourself acquianted with them and fill them in. Burahimo is going on leave." The ASP, Mr Babalakin explained.
"Okay sirs." He affirmed.
"So, do your job." Haruna enthused.
"This way." He pointed towards the door as he led the three visiting men out of the office.

--to be continued--

Clement clean?[quote
author=Hameenat94]Interesting... Chief obi Patrick self na wa 4 u
oh...... E own hand self no clean... Na only Clement I de pity 'cos na
only Him de clean[/quote]

This is a very nice concept from Divepen here but there are some loopholes.
1. Timing: Everyone who posted a thing or two yesterday came behind schedule. I believe they have been informed before hand about this even two weeks ago. The best they could have done is to try and carve out time for posting their educative piece. I was even suprised to see that the speakers started typing yesterday, I believed your piece should have been saved somewhere, you just paste when its your time.
2. I will say no one on Nairaland knew about this event. There is no publicity about this particular event, mentions can only try. That's why there has been no questions since the even started.
The above should have been done before the start of the event but there is no point crying over a spilt milk. It can only get better. If we take the above into consideration I believe this will be a total success.
A big thank you to everyone who has been involved since yesterday. Its a sign that the literature section is on the verge of becoming the best.