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iceberylin:
You be correct Igbo man

lol u sure?

CONTINUATION.

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TO TEMITOPEDANIEL




Mr Ola arrived the hospital and asked after Mr Ojemba. He was told he could'nt see him that evening. He could however see his wife that requested to stay in the hospital. Her daughter, Amaka was also with her. She was a shadow of her former self in terms of weight. The troubles were much for her to handle.

"Mrs Ojemba, oh my God!" Mr Ola exclaimed as he came into her room. "I was just informed..... hope you're not panicking?" he stood arms akimbo and suddenly began to imagine the pain and grief his family would have been if his son was actually Sam.

"I hope for a change. I do hope for all this to end...." a call interrupted her and she looked on as the call went unanswered. Blood rushed up her veins and she stared on. It was Mr Ibe!!


"Who is that?" Mr Ola asked and collected the phone she passed onto him. He frown and looked at the number before actually picking.

Some noise in the background interrupted before he was able to continue the call.

" Yes who is this?"

"Hehe! I heard your old stingy man commited suicide in his bedroom. My condolences and accept my sympathy." Mr Ibe said sacarstically. "Luckily, the police saved him from rottening in hell. What an irony!"

Mr Ola listened on without saying a word as Mr Ibe went on talking without fear or caution. But the frown on his face thickened as he now understood this was the very man that was behind the present ill state of the Ojemba family. He cleared his throat and ended the call. This was a rascal at large!

"What did he say?" Amaka asked.

"Nothing important to hear. He just called to spite you madam. Probably aiming further at his mind games. Dont answer him for the time being. This will soon be over." he encouraged.


He begged to take his leave after spending a few more minutes speaking with mother and daughter. They were weak in body and mind. Mr Ibe was succeeded in breaking apart one family over a sum of money he was'nt sure of eventually getting. He stood up and took his leave. Bose was waiting at the hallway for him.


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The next day went on as the previous day. The games for the day were played in fervency, with Crown Comp already sure of qualification. Louis did'nt partake in the last game as Mr Adeneye wished to try out new legs on the field of play.


Loius reflected every moment he had with Sam the previous week. He felt like a wind without a direction, even though he felt strong, representing his friend in the game. Life was'nt fair.


He recollected the encouraging words the Principal told him the previous day and wished they could change the circumstance of his best friend at least. They could'nt.


Mr Lambert called him from afar and he strode slowly towards him as the game went on without him.


"Sir, you called me!" he said on arriving.

"I hope you are not thinking more than you can carry? Come along lets go for a walk." he suggested with a friendly smile and they began walking away from The Constanto.

"So tell me, how are you feeling about your very best friend?"

Louis found it difficult to reply, so he stared on, leaving Mr Lambert to hum and shift ground.

"If you feel guilty about all this, dont you think you would be hurting yourself. And then you feel angry. And that anger makes you want to do unusual things." he saw he was communicating and so he carried on.

"You've been absolutely mature in your approach to this matter for a fourteen year old." he reiterated with his hands dug in his pockets.

Louis bent his head and looked up at his V.P. Wondering why the sudden change of character. This was a man that would flog and punish students with much zeal and quick agility. Here he was trying to profer comfort to one of those very students.


If this could make 'Mr Lambast' melt, he wished there were many Sams out there, so that equally, the real personalities of people around would show. But that was wishing for the unthinkable. He wanted his friend by his side again.


The fun, the neighbourhood run, kite-flyings, even if Sam cheated in most games, he was still the friend he loved. They stopped by a junction and Mr Lambert continued.


"We all have people, friends we cherish. Testing times may come. Life may look cruel to you now because of your friend's predicament, that's why we have Hope to take us across the 'broken bridge' of life. It simply balances us when we attempt falling....or giving way to failure." he laid his hand on his shoulder. "You will see Sam again. We both will. By then you can share your stardom with him, Mr Louis." he smiled, crossed the road and entered the school gate which was a few metres from the junction they stopped at.


Louis looked on, he dimmed his eyes as the sun was in its prime. He hurried and followed after him into the school premises.

Song: Micheal Bolton- Lean on me

iceberylin:
The cash would be shared 10-90
How you see am

90 for me (shakes him like tuface does to psquare) brova fanks mehn.


Fixed

AD30LA:
Can someone suggest a title?

it all pointing to someone who is not what you expected-IMPERSONATOR!!

Deceit is the main of the poem. And it kinda have a political undertone.

AD30LA:
Thanks for pointing that out nobl4d.... davP, texanomal, thanks a lot too. OMA4U here's another.

U welcome. Keep the flow.

iceberylin:
Lol...rest o...
Na good business tho

continue then

CONTINUATION....



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Louis got up from the chair he dozed on the moment he got home a few hours ago. He slept in his uniform due to the laziness that ached his arms.


He stretched and asked after his dad.

"Where are they? Helen did you see Sam's dad on the field today? He almost cried while talking with the Principal."


"I was'nt aware." Helen shrugged and stared back at her brother. "i need to call BB!"

"Bolu would be with friends now. Well that's true." and he headed toward his mum's room.


"Louis you're finally awake!" his mum dropped the account book she had on her laps and stood up to hug her son. "What's the matter? Besides go have your bath."


"Sam!"

"Ohhh, any news from school or what?"


"His dad almost cried during our game today..... I need to call Bolu."


"One at a time boy."


"Well the principal talked with him, then after greeting him, he sped off, like in anger."



A car drove in, interrupting Louis.


"That's your dad, come back for the call."

Louis was gone before she completed her statement.

"Welcome sir" Zakari greeted, sitting bored in a corner, enjoying the cool evening breeze.


"Ahh, Zakari! How are you. How is business. Mr Ola responded and walked in with Louis behind him.


He dropped the unfortunate mishap that happened a few hours ago while he ate and Louis who was already talking to Bolu on the phone ended the call to hear the shocking news.

"What!!"

His mum repeated what Louis narrated earlier to her a few minutes ago. Mr Ola gazed at his son and dropped the spoon in his hand. He exhaled and stood up.


"To where?" Dupe asked fearfully.


"Let's go check them out. It was that officer that informed me while i was just heading home."


"I heard its not far. Prince and Princesses Hospital! That's not far.


"At least eat something it's almost 7pm" Dupe pleaded. He agreed and rushed it, spying at her inbetween every spoonful as she watched him eat.


"I'm coming. Louis.... Lets go"

"He hasnt even taken his bath."

"Oh, alright another time. You'l' need the rest for tomorrow's game. Bose!! Lets go" and he was off to the hospital just after half an hour that he got home.


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Sam recoiled and sat up all through most of the night. He was suddenly relieved of the fever that knocked him down a few days ago.

That night he rushed at the plate of rice and stew that Ugo gave him, surprising Ugo himself. Many rescue scenes flooded his mind and he remembered the dream he had a few days behind. Gozie was the one that spotted him again in it and he wondered if any meaning could be taken out of it.


He saw less of Fredo and Dele in two days and he was glad he had Ugo as he didnt really pay attention to him. Night fell and he dozed off wth his heads in between his knees.


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Sergeant Okoro stopped by and inserted a SIM card he rarely used and called the anonymous meet.


"Hello i am at Ikeja along as you suggested. Who are you? And what do you mean by poking fingers at the Police Force. If you are a criminal, you'l be dealt with by the law. Nonsense!" he cut the call without hearing a single response from the other end of the line. "Arrant nonsense! " he smooched his moustache and then it occurred to him that he didnt get a single response.


He re-dialled.


"If you are around, you had better come out now. Come down from the pedestrian bridge or wherever you are..."


"I have seen you sir!" a baritonic voice replied calmly. " lets meet at...."


"If we dont meet right here" he took his handgun and exited his car with the call still on.

"I can see you sir. Sam's freedom. And i dont want to be prosecuted or go to a penitentiary if caught. That's why i want to meet you sir....."


"Fool! The father of the boy is....." he quickly checked himself " you're brave and i hope it doesnt end badly for you."

"Yes, the expressway would be okay. Look up at me!" he raised a hat and waved from atop the pedestrian bridge. Then he was gone.


The Mr Okoro cursed and replaced his handgun back. The fellow seemed confident, and also brave. These were the kind of fellows that had 'long legs' in the Force, using Officers for ulterior motives. He was about 'joining' the list.


He swallowed hard and drove home with his left forefinger resting on his moustache, deep in thought. All that occured since the day began was just unexpected. He would need a long, cold shower.

Song: Queen-I'm Going Slightly Mad

Hmm(smooches beard) this is a very good good poem. Poems take hours to think and perfect.

iceberylin:
Davp,missstela hurlan etc i don drop egg o

good, u can lay more, il pack them and sell.



Nice one!