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"Impressive" , your line one I suppose it should be "where the Hell (he'll) is the captain(,) Kurmi a newly recruited soldier grumbled for a newbie you are pretty good thumbs up

Hmm it's getting interesting now updates are moderate, next should be paragraph learn to fix that in,your manner of description is quite okay keep it up with that. Although there is still room for improvement thank you

Keeping up this way would make the story quite interesting to read but you really need to work on your update make it long and worth while, thank you.

Jeez I can't belive I came late to class ride on bro I'm with you

Hmm nor be like this o today is 20th

What can I say I never like Preston from the beginning,i have always been on team Brendan,

Babe nor be like this o this is not fair

Wow nice one tho this might sound weird I think I am still on team brenden even if we are made to look like the bad guys

In AY's voice, WARRI their Father

Deo7 concur with this one

Me nor know o

Best stories involving military I recommend, DIRTY Diamonds of Boko haram..

I concur bro I'm with you on this one

Finally, this was a nice piece bro

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[quote author=saraphina post=49603707][/quote]AHan!! I remember him now it's was an unfortunate incident tho may his Gentle soul Rest in peace..Amen

Father ebosele that name rings a bell, anyway bros o we share many things in common o first we are both Esan boys and now we are both catholics na uromi you dey?? And for the story Nice one you got there bro

Obhiaba (hope you understand Esan well )you've got great skills bro

Obhiaba (hope you understand Esan well ),you've got great skills bro

Obhiaba (you would know that word since your surname is okojie.....ride on i'm solidly behind you

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Felix wondered again what he was doing in church. The priest-exchange programme to him was a flop. The octogenarian priest delivering his sermon had slowly but surely put half of his congregation to sleep. The boring sermon began almost an hour ago yet the old man was still saying he hadn't gotten to the main sermon yet. Which thick village had they brought him from? He missed their parish priest. The man's sermons were usually thought-provoking and made everyone strive to serve God better and love his or her neighbours.

Had he known the exchange programme was slated for that Sunday, he wouldn't have bothered coming to church. He would have stolen his mother's hot water bottle and placed it close to his neck in order to pretend he was running temperature, thereby getting his mother off his back. Having just returned home after their short semester due to the strike, he'd decided to give up fronting with the church warden group. He'd sampled practically almost all the girls he lusted after and wasn't in any way interested in the rest.

He was beginning to get bored with life. He needed a new challenge. After the quarrel in his room months back, he'd made up his mind to stay off new girls. They brought too much trouble. His regular lays knew where they stood with him unlike the newbies who wanted him to date them at all cost. He hissed. As if dating them would fetch him a billion dollars.

The handsome guy moved his gaze round the back pews which were his favourite and hissed again. No knew faces. Had he known, he would have gone to the 9am mass but after a nice time with his mother the day before, he'd decided to come with her to the 6am mass when she knocked gently on his door that morning. He really couldn't deny his mother anything, well, except his frivolous lifestyle.

He looked at his friends who resided in the village as well and were his schoolmates also, and his mouth quirked. Ose and Kenneth were busy playing games on their phones. Whenever they saw any of the church wardens coming, they quickly put away their phones and made faces of intense concentration. A dirty look was sent to him by the leader of the church wardens when he'd been unable to get his friends playing with their phones for the sixth time. Felix didn't blame him. He ought to caution his friends but he just wasn't in the mood. Besides, he'd resigned from the group but was yet to make it known to the leader. Good riddance even. The man was like the devil with a pitch fork. He was discipline personified! One was made to kneel if one came late to meetings and a fine paid for lateness to mass. Being seen with a member of the opposite sex was an abomination to him and he had the tendency of having apoplexy whenver he saw any one of his six daughters with a boy. He didn't know Felix had ridden three of them before losing interest.

Finally, the valium-filled sermon was over. He told his friends to put away their phones as they all stood to sing, 'The Creed'. Felix smoothened down his blood red tie hung over his cream shirt teamed with black trousers and black Italian shoes which had caused him a fortune. His bored expression didn't change as the prayer of the faithful went on. He was already making plans in his head on how he'd go back to school before their two weeks break was over. He couldn't stand the boredom. His mother would probably declare war on him but he didn't care.

It was time for offertory; Felix's favorite part of the mass. It was time to appraise girls and how they were dressed as they went to place their offerings in the offering box and went back to their seats. Today was unusual though. He wasn't excited by the thought. It was same old, same old. Nothing new to catch his fancy. He was even contemplating telling Ose to place his money in the box on his behalf even though it would seem to all and sundry that he didn't have any money. He couldn't care less.

Something however happened to brighten his day. It was the walking steps of a girl in very high heels. She walked like an astronaut in space. At the way she was walking, one could see that she was praying inwardly not to fall. Ose and Kenneth were already asking if it was by force to wear heels. Felix wondered the same because the girl couldn't be called short, she couldn't be called beautiful either but her beautifully-tailored azure blue lace dress fit her like a glove and her braids bounced on her shoulder.

And then it happened! She probably missed a step from all the eyes watching her and before she could stop herself from falling, she found herself on the back of the person in front of her. A chain reaction began. Loud murmurings began as a mass of tangled bodies, clothes, undies and shoes graced the marbled floor. Even the choir stopped singing to see what was going on towards the back of the church. Felix's friends laughed themselves silly but their friend who was standing by them was like a statue.

I have seen the girl of my dreams, Felix said inwardly. Surely she must be an angel sent to save the situation. His gaze was screwed on tight to a girl who was helping people up. Her gold sequin midi dress caressed her wonderful figure, her slim, straight and lovely legs made him imagine where he'd love them to be. Slim and sexy, that was how he would describe her with a beautiful angelic face to die for. Her skin was so fair and creamy he thought she must be an albino escapee. She was just the way he'd dreamed of his future wife if he ever found the courage to settle down. Gobsmacked, he never knew she existed in flesh and blood.

He found himself drawn to her like a bee to nectar. Like one sleep-walking, he made his way to the place of chaos. He stood beside her and pretended to help by picking up a non-existent thing on the floor. Oh, she smelt good! She made him remember roses a friend's mother grew when he'd visited them in Jos.

Ivie lifted her head and collided with very black eyes set between incredibly luxuriant ebony lashes and felt oddly dizzy for a split-second. She called herself tall, standing at five feet eight but here was this guy towering over her like a storey-building, casting a long, dark shadow.

Drop-dead gorgeous was an understatement. That lean, taut bone-structure, composed of flaring dark brows, proud cheekbones, wide narrow mouth and assertive jaw-line, was the very essence of raw masculinity. As she encountered his stunning dark eyes her mouth ran dry, her colour heightened. Who was he?

Felix went back to his seat at the command of the church wardens who'd come to handle the situation after he'd shared that blazing look with the queen of his dreams. His friends cast a wary expression on him. They knew their friend wasn't himself. They'd seen the way he'd walked like a zombie towards that innocent looking girl. They knew for sure that their friend wasn't himself throughout the mass when he kept straining his neck to see if he could catch a glimpse of the angel.

Abi na ghost? Felix asked himself as announcements were being made signifying that the mass was about to come to an end. The girl had suddenly disappeared into thin air. His neck ached from trying to discover her whereabouts. After going back to his seat, he's turned and realised she was no longer there. He'd even gone outside to search for her, assuming she'd left for home. As the priest said the final blessings, he made arrangements with his friends. They were to rush out of the church the moment the priest and his entourage left. Ose would cover the small gate while he and Kenneth would handle the big gate. He could trust his friends. They were always on the ball. After all, they'd done this a number of times. The innocent angel must be found at all cost.

Felix turned himself into a gateman as he stood by the gate and watched out for the girl of his dreams. He looked into every car driving out in case she'd come with someone. People wondered what was wrong with him as he behaved like a cocaine sniffer eager for his next dose. He kept mute to girls trying to chat him up as he stood there but however shook hands with and spoke to guys. He didn't have the time nor the patience for his old flames.

A huge smile crossed his handsome face when he saw her walking towards the dwindling crowd pushing themselves out of the compound. Oh, such rare beauty. He took a step towards her, forgetting to tell his friend who was standing at the other side of the gate that their quest was over.

Just as he drew close to the girl, his mother's nosy friend from h.ell saw him and came closer.

"Felixi, uweh suwa? (Felix, you came home?)" The woman inquired.

Oh, God, how this old bat take see me na. Felix's distress however didn't show on his face. He smiled disarmingly in case his innocent angel was looking at him. No need to burn his bridges this early.

"Yes ma. Na ojie. (Good morning)" He smiled.

"Wheh whele? (Have you slept?)" The woman went on with the customary greeting in the village.

No, I no sleep. Your owl cry no lemme sleep for night.

"Yes ma." Still all smiles

"Wheh horhaa? (Have you taken your bath?)"

No, come baf me na make you see wetin you dey look for since.

"Yes ma." Still all smiles.

"Wheh leh ebie? (Have you eaten?)"

No, I dey wait make you cook your potty first. Oh, God, who ever invented such a greeting that asked one stupid questions?

"Yes ma." His smile was reducing in intensity.

"Edia Wheh vhare? (When did you come?)" The woman asked on.

Oooooh! Which one concern you? Wetin be dis woman own na? Dem send you come? Which kain thing be dis?

"Nodeh ma. (yesterday)" He almost shouted the reply as he saw from the corner of his eye, his girl was almost at the gate.

"Boshan (welcome). Oni schooli? (How's school?)" The woman asked on.

Which kain thing be dis? Na dis woman dey write questions for jamb? Why she dey worry my life with questions like dis?

"Fine ma. Please ma, I need to see the catechist to book mass for tomorrow," He lied through his teeth but unfortunately for him, the woman was going that way as well. That was how he found himself booking mass to thank God for journey mercies from Abraka to Ubiaja.

His friends laughed him to scorn when he resurfaced. They eventually gave him the good news. Ose and Kenneth had delivered the goods. Leading one of the girls aside who'd been walking with the angel, they'd questioned her about her new friend. They could practically open a file on her. Felix clamped his hands on their shoulders, congratulating them for a job well done. Indeed, a small house will hold a hundred friends.

Ivie, here I come, Felix said to himself.

"Felixi, Felixi, mudia. (wait)" Felix heard behind him as he moved out of the compund with his friends. That woman again!

"Oh, Jesus please have mercy on me," the exhausted guy moaned.



It takes a whole village to raise a child.



*To be continued*

....baba nor be small thing o if all these Esan women greet you ehen mostly when you come back from school/travel,but sha #iriornor(na so e be)

Baba you no say me nor dey miss am na nice one

Hahahahahhaa

I'm with you carry on

Bros please how do I get the full story? 09033894838 what's app number

Bro my reply is simply "if nobody talks about you then you are nobody " #if your works are not been criticised and corrected then no one noticed it... the choice is yours man

Baba your boys are waiting for your next write up o! Nice piece bro

Nice write up bro I'm waiting fur more