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Soon after they chased the vehicle into a traffic jam. The car packed and waited for them to come over to avoid possible use of arms.


The officers ran over and summoned the driver to wound down her screen.


"Come out of this car!" he ordered.


Slowly and with hands apart, a lady in her mid-thirties came out looking frightened. The officers were shocked it wasnt a man as they thought earlier during the chase.


"Madam..... Stand over here!" they beckoned to her.

"Officers i can explain!" she pleaded.


"But madam, if you know you arent guilty of any crime why take a hot run like that? Where are your papers?" the corporal requested as she fumbled through her safe. She hestitated then shot a frightful glance their way.


"Madam be quick, don't waste our precious time here, or we would have to settle this in the station as soon as possible!"


"Officer, i'm.... I dont have it here with me"

"Do you at least have some i.d on you? he asked impatiently.


She quickly produced one and wiped her palms on her skirt nervously.

The corporal went round the vehicle and studied it. He asked a few more questions which she answered, but not satisfactorily.


"Mrs Hauwa, you said you just purchased this car of recent?"


"My husband is in the hospital, i need to get to him urgently. I'm sorry i had to leave without my particulars...."


"You will have to come over to our station ma'am" the officer collected the keys after she locked up the car. She pleaded they allow her come along in her car, and after a little more persuasion, they agreed. The rest of the cops went back to continue at their initial checkpoint.


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Mr Olaniyan came in late from Ibadan. He used the leisure time he had after dropping off his son in visiting a few of his relatives residing there. He was gladdened as they showered prayers on him for having reconciled with Dupe and he left the city relieved and happy.


"Welcome dad!" Helen ran across to give him a welcome hug, and so did Louis and finally his wife.


"This is past eight, you are all still awake!" he handed over the stuff he bought to them and sat down to stretch his aching back.


"We were waiting for you remember!" Dupe said as a matter of fact.


"Hmm, sure. Louis how is school, anything you want me to hear?" he smiled knowing his son would have a good story.



Louis sat and narrated the day's event in a exhilarating fashion, as his dad settled to have his meal.


"Hmm headmaster!!" Mr Ola mocked, almost choking in between his meal.


"I believe Sam would soon be free son. Dont panic. Just do what he would have done if he were here with you. As you think of him, so you too are in his thought. Its that clear son?"


"Sure dad, i can do that" Louis responded and soon went in as his bed was calling. He was asleep in a few minutes and his father relaxed on the couch trying hard to focus on the news, to no avail.


Dupe came over and called him up.

"How about a massage?" she winked at his tired face.

"You said what??" he was up already.

"You heard me." she whispered.


"Erm..... Just repeat that again." he looked at her face eagerly.

She slowly repeated it and he planted a kiss on her lips before she could finish off her words.

"Just a massage." he begged.

"Maybe, maybe not!" and she dragged him off to bed. The lights went out.



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whitemosquito: Help. Somebody. Anybody. Please.

princesa: Okay, I enjoyed today's contributions, Looking forward to tomorrow.

Tiffanj...i learnt more about characters today, and can actually place my characters in a group. thank you.

Olushrp...I loved ur poem too, love the dialogue infusion. But to make your poems look more professional, try to adhere to the poetry form rule that every word in a new line starts with a capital letter, except in some cases where they are run on lines (enjabment). And offcourse, the first person pronoun 'i' is always written in capital, no matter where they appear. Kudos

Omau...your poems are just killing me softly, thanks for contributing.

Jigsw... You didn't quite deal with the topic you presented, but the little was educative, thank you too...

Timpker, you and poetry forms enh and to think you didn't study literature, I hope you'd educate us more on poetry forms when its your turn to speak abi post

Diveen...of course you know you're great, weldone.

erm (looks for my name) does it mean i didnt......?

OMA4U: An idea needs to be groomed by reading it over.

JigsawKillah, nice contributions. I've learnt new things from you.

Princsa, DavP, thanks for the tutorials.

you welcome! I didnt get the mention yesterday.