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Slimzjoe:
No 'ish Man
Cheerio!

Now modified. airtel dey fall my hand.

Slimzjoe:
Too short for an Update Man

bros no vex, am still typing .the other half is on the way....

Ike looked behind, people were watching. Red sulky pairs of eyes looking at him anxiously for a reaction. Why go back when he needed to see for himself what had happened inside that joint. Suddenly, he had an idea. This was a good opportunity to consolidate his reputation as a no- nonsense gangster and he took it .

The muscular guy with the bad breath took a step closer, he was now wearing an evil grin, his teeth chattered and made disgusting sounds, his red eyes as dead as ever. He was livid, Ike's refusal to yield had infuriated him.

Without warning, Ike who had already taken a long drag at his cigarette puffed a full blast of thick smoke into his adversary's face. The man started back, coughed as the smoke momentarily interfered with his breathing. His face squeezed in full blown anger. For a second, Ike thought the man reminded him of an angry chimp.

The smoke was a bait and he fell for it.

He turned back, lifted an empty bottle of beer off the ground, crashed it on his own head and the bottle broke into half. The chimp held one half at the mouth and like a viper, he charged at Ike. Ike shifted his head reflexively to the side, the sharp edge of the bottle missing his face by the whiskers. He flung the bottle to the ground, folded his fingers into a fist . He lashed out a blind left at an expectant Ike, who quickly ducked under it and connected him with a right jab at the position of his chest bone, putting a great strength into the punch. The man recoiled in pain, the punch had felt like a sledge hammer. In his painful position, he left his jaw open and it did suffer. In a fraction of a second, Ike bent on one knee and unleashed a killer uppercut at his jaw, Chimp cried out sharply but his cry was smothered as Ike grabbed his head and struck it against his waiting knee.

His head wobbled, his eyes saw white stars, a steady buzzing noise disturbed his ear, blood trickled out of his nose, his legs gave way and he folded on the ground. His breathing was irregular.

Ike spat on him as he lay on the ground. That's what they do in those gangsters movies, he thought.

Now, bouncing with swagger, he walked into the compound of the New Heaven Joint. A handful of guys with nasty scars across thier faces stood in front of the bar chatting.

He crooked a finger and signalled one to come over. The guy, an albino with black spotted skin and dull dark lips cast an unsteady hollow green eyes at him, unsure if Ike was worth his presence.A pal beside him pointed to the direction of the gate, whispered into his ear and the albino suddenly looked shocked, disbelief written all over his face. Whatever he was told must have convinced him as he dashed to where a standing Ike was waiting.

"No vex, abeg . " He pleaded in a rare pidgin accent. Ike placed him to be a Deltan or of Edo origin. His reputation was already getting him the much needed result - respect.

He brought out a cigarette pack from his pocket, singled out a stick and handed over to his new friend. The albino accepted the gift with shaky hands, two shaky hands. Ike lighted the cigarette for him, patting him softly at the back. The albino was uncomfortable with the kind gestures, but he didnt complain. His green eyes and his egg- shaped head still danced around aimlessly and ceaselessly, Ike was unsure if he was staring at him or somewhere else.

They walked into the bar together. Ike asked questions and he answered. He gave a detailed information of the events of yester-night. He said he knew all this because he was here last night to catch some fun. He didnt mix the points : the assailant was a girl, she had a golden hair but he was not too sure about that, she had an ALOBAM fez-cap, she was alone. Ike simply nodded and assimilated the piece. He didnt jot on any pad because he didnt bring any, that would give him out.

Ten minutes later, he made his way to where the shooter had supposedly sat. He squated down, taking a closer and thorough look at the ground, the place had not been swept. He was not hoping to find anything, there were pieces of broken bottles and bottle corks. ........... then his keen eyes picked up something. It was the wrap of a Nestle Mint.

He pulled out his handkerchief and carefully picked up the wrap.

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Galaxdiva:
Woww ... Breath taking...Seems like dis is gonna be one hell of a thriller.... Continue!

Sure it is! you sure gonnna enjoy the ride....

Slimzjoe:

SkimpleDawg U Bad Woh!! Tnx For the mention..... Ah Dey Follow Bumperly

Baba Slimzjoe, bon arrive mon ami.
Gonna drop an update right now cos of ur presence

suxxman:
Baba oo.... I dey see your handwork.... Tuale!!!
Cc : Eniqurl

make I announce the arrival of suxxman .... taday go good jare !
I wan drink water I dey come.

Debt From Home (a killer's instinct) continued.

He jammed the brakes of his Corolla and the car drew to an abrupt halt. He checked the side mirrors, there was no suspicious movement behind, he had a feeling that someone had been tailing him. He pressed a button and the windows rolled up before he quenched the engine.

He stepped out of the car, tied a red scarf around his head in a TuPac style, lighted a Benson cigarette and immediately puffed out the smoke. He coughed and nearly choked, he was never a smoker but must look like one today. He had to look like a gangster if he was gonna stand a chance of getting any info about the shootings of last night in this neighbourhood that bred gangsters. He tried another drag at the cigarette, this time, going about it in a slow manner, he didnt choke. That was fine, he was learning fast!

His attire reeked every inch a hardboiled gangster. A big white T-shirt, a black combat short and an ugly looking dark green boots. Transformed from a shrewd detective to a gangster, life is good!

He carried himself like an Italian mafian, bouncing with quick-slow stride, occasionally taking a slow drag at his cigarette.

The street was not as noisy as he had heard, a street infamous for its ghetto life. The shooting might have mellowed the tempo here. Peolple stood in groups smoking weed and talking in hushed voices, they threw a curious look at him as he bounced pass them.

He was about opening the gate of the New Heaven Joint when a dark fella wearing a dirty white singlet and a ragged blue jean sprang up from the corner where he was doing justice to his marijuana. He stood in his way and shot out two muscled hands side ways and spat into his face.

" Comot here! " he yelled in pidgin. His breath was bad and his voice was cracked and funny, made funny from many years of patronizing weed.

Ike looked behind, people were watching........

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Skimpledawg:
My Oga Emperorfidel, am seein ya good handwork of kippin ya thread lively wt updates n warm gwit its..... Even oga Kay dropped by too, dah means dz story go soon make fp .....


#btw, for ya soft drinks n all kinds of peppersoups, dnt fail to hala moi.... Ai full Ground.



*picks fone n calls onemansquad, stuff46, slimzjoe, kenwins n suxxman coman read dz blockbuster....

My chairman @oga Skimpledawg, welcome back. Was actually wondering which doll or movie made your scarce for a day or so....hehehe

for the news I finally let go of Orijin today, the liquor ain't good for my body.

missuniverse:
i'm gonna like dis
op! helloo

hello miss uni.. Welcome here ...... what do you care for? frog peppersoup?

Chyluv1000:
can I get d link

here is the link Chi. https://www.nairaland.com/2432206/earths-invasion-winners-take-earth

enjoy

thronekid:
Promising!

thanks bro

Chyluv1000:
waiting for an update...

Luvly Chi is here. should be up in an hour. In the meantime, you may want to keep yourself busy with the premier episode of Earth' s Invasion.

Apologies for keeping you waiting.

Mrblaze06:
No Shit lah.

Earth's Invasion is out bro. Showing live.
Debt From Home is being typed.

Earth' s Invasion.
episode 1: The Messenger.

The assembly was over. The students marched to thier classes as the school band played them a beat.

All the blocks were fairly quiet, except the Pavilion block that housed the three grade 12 classes. The grade 12 set had a reputation for sheer recalcitrancy and an uncanny affinity for noise making, this could owe to the fact that they were finalists, hence the unfound thinking to be above the law. Virtually every misconduct in All Hallows Academy could be traced back to back to the Pavilion boys, such was the height of their notoriety.

Only one student stood out from the crowd. He was a quiet, dull boy who never got his grades right. He is James Elderson. Dumb John as he was called by his ever mocking classmate rarely said a word in class, not to anybody. This was to change.

" Look! look! " it was Aisha Kadijat, the class parrot. She was pointing out of the window towards the sky, she looked frightened.
" It's getting dark, the sky is getting darker " she spoke in a shrill voice.

The school suddenly became noisy, some students who were still outside scambled inside for safety. There came the pronounced cries from the junior section blocks, the school was in pandemonium.

The lights came on just before darkness enveloped the earth, the cries reduced but Aisha never kept mute. She looked to be in frenzy and continued with her " darkness! darkness! "

Twenty minutes passed by and lighter clouds came back, the darkness vanished and the students breathed a sigh of relief. Aisha was the first to scream " thank Allah "on top of her voice. She seemed to have a problem with keeping her mouth shut.

Mrs Willice, the geography teacher walked smartly into the class. She was never absent nor late to class, a side that the class bad-eggs found very annoying. Her good looks made up for her boring mode of teaching. She dropped her lesson note on the table, smiled at the student and asked ifthey had the slightest idea of what had just happened. Then, the unexpected happened.

John stood up, no one had asked him to, no one would, but he stood. The class suddenly became as quiet as a grave yard, they stared at John as if he was an apparition.

" Tell me, I am dreaming, " a surprised Aisha said loudly, they didnt hear here, John had captured their attention.

He explained the science of eclipse, he expatiated the types of eclipse and didnt stop there. He spoke intelligently for ten minutes. As he spoke, he seemed to have an unusual air of confidence, his shoulder was held high and he never stuttered until he finished.

The teacher was the first to accept the miracle, she told John to take his sit and asked the class to applaud him, some did and others were too surprised to have heard her. John didnt care.

Thirty minutes later, she left the class and the students got busy with little gossips about John's new found brilliance. John sat at a corner of the class with a pencil in hand, sketching something into a notepad. Heads peered in his direction, mesmerized students trying to wrap thier head around the enigma that was John. Even Aisha was now oddly quiet.

Only one girl had never made silly remark about John. Zainab had always been fond of John, even in his days of complete dumbness and now she had more reasons to believe in him.

Someone tapped him on the shoulder and he looked up, it was fat Sam the bully, the fat boy who had the habit of picking on John. He looked Sam over, sighed and continued with his drawing and then Sam made a mistake.

It wouldn't have been a mistake on a normal day but today was not a normal day, at least not with John.

Sam lashed out a fat palm to slap John in the face. John had obviously seen that coming and for the first time, he defended himself. He parried the hand, allowing fat Sam to loose his balance before connecting him with a devastating punch at his mid-ribs. Sammy cried out sharply but his cry was shortlived as something that felt like a bag of cement hit him on his fleshy jaw. His knees buckled under him and he flatted on the ground. The last thing on his mind before he collapsed was " when did John become this strong? "

The students watched amazed, no one did a thing, no one said a thing. They just watched petrified. Unbelievable!

John picked up his bag, stepped on the unconscious Sam and made for the exit. He noted that the students cleared to the sides to allow him pass instead of suffocating him as they always did in the past.

Zainab walked to the corner where John had sat, she stepped over the limp body of Sam, he deserved what he got. She picked up John's notepad and stiffened.

On the pad was a strange drawing, a half hooded face with an inverted triangle on his forehead, below the drawing was an inscription Winners Take Earth!

Mrblaze06:
Ma guy come and continue oooo....

my oga no vex for me. morro unfailingly. tnx for ya patience bro

my oga KingzPen I see you broi.

Galaxdiva:
Awww... Love u 2.... Dat means i wil get a dedication via ur nt update?... Hey darl@ kayemjay,pls go and update oo. .. The same goes to u@ emperorfidel,dnt starve ur fans...
Waiting

Sure I will.
Earth' s invasion premiers 0900 hours
Debt From Home continues 1000 hours.

Thanks for your patience.

My sincere apologies goes to all who got their ticket and was denied access to Earth' s Invasion, was not a deliberate act. The producer Emperorfidel had to pay a condolence visit to a bereaved family in Zaria today.

Earth' s Invasion comes your way tomorrow 0900 hours.

May good souls of the dead RIP.

Mrblaze06 I see you brother, pls drop your comement.

A thousand year old prophesy !
Hooded men with strange marks on their foreheads !
Bizarre events!
The lefts arrival!
A teenage alpha will lead the pack!

The Earth's Invasion, thriller fiction like never before!

Brought to you from the producer of CURSED and DEBT FROM HOME, Emperorfidel.

Premiers : 07-07-2015.
Time : 1600 hour.

Chyluv1000:
nice one... following lyk seriously...

Chy you are welcome here. Your presence ... my strength.
Your popcorn and ticket fee is on my head!

Galaxdiva:
shadowcorp ko? Kayemjay never update ooo

Now, that's true. just found out. aaaarrrrrgggghh!

Galaxdiva:
frog?? Yuck..... U want me to purge? I prefer chicken pepper soup

Chicken it is. Make your order, I will foot the bill. Make i go watch ShadowCorp.

He introduced himself as Mr Thomas Peterson and held out a steady hand, the priest grabbed it and shook it feebly.
" Meet Lilian, my lovely sister. " He stressed the word LOVELY in a bid to sound convincing. The fair, slim girl waved him a "hi " and smiled. The priest adjusted his collar, stealing a casual glance at her face. She is beautiful, he thought.
" Please sit "pointing to two empty chairs opposite him.

Mr Thomas took a minute to take in the features of the interior. The walls were old and had some cracks, the painting were fading off making it difficult for one to decipher what colour they had. A framed picture of the crucified Jesus hung loosely on the wall behind the priest. Another showed a picture of the priest carrying a little girl on his shoulder while children of varying ages posed around him. Some of the children looked happy and some wore expressionless looks.

The statue of the blessed virgin Mary and a shabby Jerusalem Bible were the lonely occupant of a small table kept at the other end of the room. An old shelf containing stacks of files and notebooks cried for polishing beside the table. Thomas noticed that the ceiling fan rotating lazily above thier head was the only item with a new look in the room.

The way he stared, Lilian had a sudden feeling that he was looking for something. What could he be looking for?

The priest knew that Thomas was checking the room out and he allowed him. He counted the beads of his chaplet and mumbled something to himself as his fingers made a rather slow journey from one bead to another. The room was quiet save for the tick-tock sound of the wall clock as its hands danced a 360.

Lilian exhaled deeply, stretching her hands in the process. Her fingers brushed across Thomas' shoulder, it was a conscious effort as if to say "hey buddy, focus! "

"Apologies, padre. That statue fascinated me, " he lied.
" That is lovely, Mr Thoma...."
" Call me Tom " he interrupted, playing the role of a gentleman. He flashed the priest a quick smile, an artificial smile that had no life, it had vanished as fast it came .

A lady in her late fifties walked into the room, placed three plastic bottle of water on the table and bowed. She suddenly halted and took a long stare at Thomas, her eyebrows raised, she scratched her dyed hair and left. Thomas shifted uneasily in his seat. He opened one of the bottles and emptied it in quick gulps.

Thomas explained the reason for their visit. They wanted to help the orphans and would love to be a part of thier community. He reiterated his yearn to be a voice to the poor and needy. The priest preached how good a course they have undertaken and assured him of God's ever presence in all his endeavours. Thomas nodded an amen.

At this point, Thomas handed Lilian a car key and she excused herself. Two minutes later, she came back with a medium-sized case, played with the security lock for a while before pressing the buttons at both ends. The case flipped open, revealing stacks of neatly arranged crisp naira notes.

The priest nearly lost his breath at the sight of so much money. He folded his arms against his chest and his eyes popped out in disbelief. Lilian resisted a strong urge to laugh, she closed the case and slid it across to the priest.

" Furnish your office and improve the lives of those children. " He kicked his chair backward and stood up, the priest stuttered some words of thanks and they shook hands again.

They walked with quick strides to where they packed the silver coloured Honda. Thomas was talking angrily to someone on the phone.
" You dumb shit! You told me all the old staff were all gone... " he was almost shouting.

As the car rolled out of the rusty gate, Lilian was in time to see the bold prints on the big signpost, THE HOME ORPHANAGE.

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Big Thank you to all that gave me guidance, DivePen Kitme Larrysun thronekid KingzPen Skimpledawg and a host of others, not forgetting SofiaAmrozia Jics Galaxdiva. May your stylo never lack ink, did I hear you say a big Amen.