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NaijaSingleBoy:
Emperorfidel , I dey gbadun you jare! Please update, before someone dies of suspense.


*picks phone, hello onemansquad , better show here now now, cause smallp3nis dey wait for you *

How bluestarry, NaijaBoiy , lekinz and them boys?

Naijasingle ... I hail you bro.

I am glad you are always here, will see to roll in more juicy updates faster.

Eshe!

knightstory, lekinz, jacksparrow0712.

My sincere appreciation to you honourable literati for stopping by to read this piece. I am glad you read, .... thank you

lekinz how go dey go?

boss onemansquad and oga divepen1, I am honoured by ur presence . Thanks for breezing in and reading. I do hope you enjoyed the piece.

oneman my birthday don dey reach oo

Dive how is the exam going?

skimpledawg, kingzpen, divepen1, thronekid, missuniverse, sofiamrozia, chyluv1000 , blessedminister, onemansqua, galaxdiva, naijasingleboy, ministerblessed, kitme, omotayelolu, rockhillz, osklaroz, dekunlelaja, teempakguy, wizard007. The show has just begun!

Earth's Invasion (winners take earth)
Episode 3 : Tell Him !

Zainab lay on her big bed, rolling from side to side. She had made up her mind not to leave her room until the sun came up in the sky, there was no pressing duties for her today. Saturday was her free day, no rush for school, no rush for anything. She clutched a life-sized stuffed bear against her chest and stroked it with the other hand.

Her eyes lazied around, counting the number of squares on the ceiling. She lost count and started all over. After a while, she lost interest in the ceiling and looked somewhere else. Her eyes fell on the framed photograph of a woman hung on the adjacent wall.

The woman looked very beautiful, very much like her ; light skinned, small white eyes, pointed nose, thin pink lips, long curly hair, slim slender figure that fitted into a long flowing gown. Though it was just a picture, the beauty therein could be felt. The woman was Zainab's mother who had died at childbirth delivering her.

Zainab did not know her mother but she had heard many stories about her and her elite background. Her mother hailed from the migrant, ethnic population of the Fulanis in the northern part of the Niger. Her family was the wealthy and learned Lamido lineage, hence, she had been educated unlike many women of her tribe. Zainab's father had loved her mother so much and had named her Zainab an arabic name meaning "a father's precious jewel."Her dad always sang it to her that she was a paragon of her mother's beauty and will forever be dear to him.

She removed her eyes from the picture, the memories was not helping her, it was rather making her eyes heavy and cloudy. She made a furtile effort to think of something that could cheer her up, she couldn't. She tried to think of school and regretted doing so.

Strange things have been happening in school and nobody seemed to be remotely concerned. Since that total eclipse of four days ago, a lot has changed in school especially in the lives of her classmates. A quiet voice inside had been telling her that the strange happenings were somehow connected to the eclipse. She saw no sense in that and had brushed the thought away.

The last four days had been the most weird days of her life, a lot of unimaginable things had taken place. John' s case stood most worrying : his sudden burst of courage and knowledge, his ability to read minds- the dude had read her like an open book, those strange drawings of his, his shift in handedness. What was actually going on?

She rembered Aisha and had pity for her. Who could have believed that the Oscar-winning Parrot could go a day without voicing a word, that's the way the cookie crumbles. There was more to her dumbness, she could feel it in her bones, something dark was going on though she couldn't place it. An X had been marked over Aisha's lips in John's drawing and almost at the same time she had gone dumb. Was this another coincidence? No, it was too close to be coincidental!

Nobody knew about the X-portrait except her and of course the drawer. She had kept it to herself and the weight was almost suffocating her. She had the urge to confide in someone and at the same time protect John.

Her yesterday's visit to Aisha's house had been uneventful, or was it? The skinny Hausa girl had been trying to tell her something, she was almost sure of it now, it was evident in the way she kept gesticulating with those small dark fingers of hers. She had produced a pen and paper after her furtive attempt to read meaning in the dumb girl's sign.

The Parrot was not a good artist, she had made a rough drawing of a man with a bald square head and had written below Tell Him.

Now, this was the headache, tell what to who? If Aisha could write, why didnt she write the message and the name of the recipient? Why waste precious time and energy drawing a bald man when she could easily have written a name? Why was she concealing his identity? Moreover, there were just the three of them- herself, Aisha and the class prefect. She was lost in her own thought.

"My jewel" a soft baritone voice called her. It was her father.

"You scared me, dad! " She said, throwing a pillow a pillow at him.

Then, she saw it!

Her father's unbald sides were freshly shaved and the balding top was way too smooth and hairless. Suddenly, she understood who the message was for. The only bald man she and Aisha had in common was her bald-head father who was also thier school principal . At this moment, the message became clear to her ; Aisha's dream before she went dumb.

Gathering herself together, she said "Dad, I have something important to tell you! "

Ten minutes was enough luxury to tell her dad everything. Her dad had listened with keen attention, only his shaking hands betrayed his inward panic.

"I will check it out"was the brief reply he muttered before Zainab left for the bathroom.

As soon as Zainab had left, he dashed into his private room, looked the door, shut the windows and retrieved his mobile phone. He was breathless and his hands were unsteady as an aspen leaf. He dialled a number and clutched the phone against his ear, a polished voice at the other end of the line greeted.

" Sir, the prophesy of the lefts is true! " There was silence as the other voice said something.

"One of them is my student! " The conversation lasted two minutes and he hung up.

Two hours later, the national television channels came alive with breaking news : The President Declares John Elderson Wanted On Questions Of first Class Treason.

ministerblessed:
Thank u thronekid for d mention Emperorfidel dis is beautiful, still expecting more Oga Royver where r u.

Bless you, for reading.
more to come.

Knightstory:
Thanks Emperorfidel for your observation.

you are welcome.

Skimpledawg:
Calm down buddy ........ Just let d updates flow wheneva it is ready, we will alwz be hia for u.



D problem is dah am loving d plot already n am eager to knw wah apund to dah man n woman whu donated to d orphanage..

The man and lady that donated to the orphanage? You dont wanna know!

Chill!

NaijaSingleBoy:
Download 'Jotter Pad' , you can save your work there, then just copy & paste anytime you want to update.

Anticipating more!

Naijasingle, thanks for that suggestion. I will try it.

ApexTitan:
Baby steps first.

That's the idea.
Are you resident here (abj)?

You need to use the quotation mark when a character is speaking, it makes the work clean and easier for the reader.

Try make the updates longer .

The aforementioned is my observation. Now, you have a story, am here to hear it.

Bring it rolling

SofiaAmrozia:
I'm sorry but fasting, no credit and those kinda stufg, i-m back now, tho not for lomg(my MB will soon finish) but it's cool, I lovethe the progress you made while i was gone

Yeah, I understand . It's good to have you back. And, thanks for the compliments.

codedbaby, now that's some hell of a name. I love the name, if all people were coded.... Boko boys no go dey throw bomb like knockouts!

Skimpledawg:
Give us food(updates) nau

Yahoo ! Skimple is back from sabbatical.
Welcome bro, we' ve missed you here.

Will surely update though operamini have been crazy in the past two days, wiping when am uploading.

This thread is my way of calling lovers of literature who reside in Abuja, let's come together and make something happen.

If you are with, please indicate.

SofiaAmrozia:
A dedication 2 lil ol' moi. I'm grateful. Keep up d good work.

You couldn't just disappear like that, got me worried.

Where have you been joor?

Omotayelolu:
Wow!! Dat was fantastic. Kip d update coming

Thanks Omo for stopping by. I appreciate you reading.

Will try not to delay with the updates.

Kitme:
There's a cool story here, and thronekid couldn't mention me? I'm seriously calling my lawyer.
Now the deal, I love and admire stories like these. Don't keep me waiting jare.
More intellects!!!

Kitme' s presence......... get her a bottle of Armani Castle cream .

I won't keep you waiting, ma'am.

For the record, am Ibo, saw you asking some dude about our delicacy. You may want to ask me your igbo- related questions.

Apologies to my readers for the delay in updates. Opera mini could partly be blamed. On two occasions after typing and sending, I discover to my utter dismay that i have automatically been logged out and the entire work wiped out. It has not been funny!

However, I do hope to upload late this night.

Once again, pardon moi mes amis.

I took my time.

You are really good. Save for a couple of typos, that's a swell job. Keep it rolling, am right here!

Kitme:
Adeh39, Pukka36,Emperorfidel,holamidhe, Dimssy,Blanc8,Aipete2,Hensexie,Kingphilip,Missuniverse,Emanuel1997 and all the silent readers!!
You guys rock!!
Thanks!!

This one wey Kitme dey call me, make i go know watsup .

dimssy:
Please dont *kneels*

I will try this morning.

after typing for 2hours, everything is wiped. Am mad, I give up!

typing......

JigsawKillah:
If you don't complete this story, some bucket men will come looking for your head
I trust you don't want that
Following....

if you dont love the bucket, you kick the bucket.

1@1

can someone leave the actions for me pls? I am addicted to actions. ......

now am awed with your skill and a near perfect description of the holy roman catholic church and the conspicuous use of the lingua franca. great work amigo!

For the record am a fan of Dan Brown, have read virtually all his paperbacks and would welcome The New Dan Brown.

following

I saw thronekid and Galaxdiva reading a thread, the time is 8:49 pm.

Am bored and I gotta leave the world of Earth's Invasion and Debt from Home to catch some fresh air and Rouyver' s thread is just the perfect place to chill.


The girls stepped into the cold night, walking side by side. They followed a bush path which Bisi had suggested was the closest route to their destination. Joy had stressed that the path was not safe at night but had hesitatingly given in.

The sky was a black sheet that engulfed the town. A canopy of luminous stars materialized amongst the ocean of blackness. Some were dull, merely flickering into existence every now and then, but there was an adequate amount of shimmering stars to illuminate the dark moonless night.

The rustles of leaves as a faint wind brushed against trees, the chirping sounds of crickets, the occasional hoot of a hidden owl and the slapping sounds of thier feet against the ground were the only sounds that permeated the silent night.

Joy sensed Bisi was unusually quiet. She had expected her to be excited and wordy, that mood that a girl depicts when she was going to see a cherished date, but she was none of this. Joy assumed that the partially illuminated night must have spurred her uneasiness and she held her palm into hers in a comforting way. She noticed that Bisi's palm was oddly sweaty. Who would be sweating under such a cold night?

"You are sweating, hope nothing is wrong with you? You can always count on me to help " Bisi thought she sounded like her ever caring mother.

" I feel great. Just not used to sneaking out at night to to see a guy." Bisi replied in a voice that she had rarely recognized.

Joy assuaged her uneased mind with bold but assured talks of thier safety. She pleaded with her not to waste precious time with her guy, they would need to get home on time before the community vigilantes took duty. Bisi nodded in the affirmative.

She hated herself now. She was nothing short of a dark Judas, what had even prompted her to accept this reckless mission of betrayal? Here, Joy was busy showing her love amd comfort and all she could to reciprocate the gesture was to lead her to her slaughter house. Every single step forward lead them close to the garden of Gethsamane. The guilt ate at her and suddenly, she developed cold feet.

"I think we should go back. " Bisi said, her throat was almost dry.

"I am not complaining," Joy replied in her usual confident boyish tone.

There was a sudden movement behind them amd an owl ommited a screech of protest and took flight.

Bisi nearly took to her heels had Joy not held her hands strongly. Her heart was pounding at a very fast rate against her chest, Bisi wondered if Joy could hear her pounding heart. She was really acting paranoid, Joy aptly observed.

"Do not be afraid my friend, it was just an owl, " Joy comforted again.

Then, out of the corner of her eyes, Joy saw the shadows. .....

dekunlelaja:
thrilling, well plotted, great perspective, skillful narrations. keep it up.
but don't make us thirst for too long bro. cheers.

Am elated you bestowed all those credits to me oga dekunlelaja. I wont keep you waiting too long.

Drop by tomorrow and entertain yourself, I assure you.

NaijaSingleBoy:
Chai! My crush is dumb! I warned her oo

Nice one emperorfidel , *chewing popcorn, wears 3D glasses he bought today.* ride on!

Thanks bro.

you are realy having a swell time.