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Carry on bae..George is a foolish,silly,annoying african baboon with a capital B. I so hate him

queenitee:
Sis, please don't stop, I love this story

Thanks dear. Next update drops first thing tomorrow morning

Missmossy:
Awww that must have hurt, interesting piece keep it coming.

Thank u dear

SPDAZZY:
Thanks dear, present

Uwc

Eya...Nnenna don't let the children suffer o(in ur voice)

Nnnena:
Its not fate now oooo. Its what you hold for them because you are the one deciding their life for them the pen is in your hands, you write the story , you decide their fate.

I'm only a messenger of fate. Fate could have used anybody but it chose me for the job

Nnnena:
Am sorry sis for not commenting earlier. I feel the pain of Mille's family but everything happens for a reason. This same incident happened to a neighbor, the children and husband travelled the day they came back they met their mother dead in the kitchen. Please dear, don't let the children to suffer much. More wisdom to you dear. And please update. Evajael am already hooked. Thumbs up ma.

That's horrible. Let's see what fate holds for the children.
Thanks for support

crislyn:
Awwww but y na. #sniffing

Life could be terribly unfair dearie.

xaviercasmir:
NICE UPDATE. KEEP IT UP

Thank u sir

Nathalya:
Wawu... I'm loving this.. .kudos

Thank you

Nice piece PamelB

"Mille,how are you doing?" I asked her. She just kept mute and stared hard at my face. I was shocked. Mille would never ignore me even when she was mad at me. I asked her a dozen more questions but she just kept staring. Next thing I knew,tears started gliding down her cheeks. As I carried my hand to wipe them off,the door flung open.
I opened my mouth to speak to the figure at the door but no words came out.
He came close to us,his face bearing both an expression of anger and sorrow at the same time.
We looked at ourselves for close to twenty minutes. Neither of us could utter a word.
"I really don't know what to tell you kids",the bass voice of my dad filled the room.
"I'm sorry I wasn't there when this happened. I'm as pained as you are right now. I never imagined in my wildest dreams that I would lose my wife;your mother like this." He was interrupted by a loud scream from Jamille.
He raised his head for the first time since he started talking. His eyes were bloodshot.
"I took the first flight from Abuja down here to Uyo this morning." He continued.
"I'm really sorry guys. We must never forget that the Lord gives and takes away" A tear rolled down as he said this.
By this time,Mille and I were sobbing really loud. He pecked Mille on her forehead. He gave me a pat on the shoulder before walking out.
Later that day,Mille was discharged and we went home. It was a Sunday but none of us thought of appearing in church. We were worse than broken.
Throughout that week,we rarely spoke at home. And when Dad and I spoke, Jamille never contributed. The highest she would reply was a nod. Dad didn't want to keep my mum too long so he fixed her burial on the next Friday. He didn't plan the regular Nigerian burial. He just wanted a small burial with family and close friends knowing that mother never liked elaborate ceremonies.
The burial day came. We went to church for the service. Jamille cried till she was red all over. She was clad in a black knee-length gown with a pair of black fancy slippers. She covered her face with a black transparent veil all through the service. Dad and I wore black suits with black shirts. I didn't listen to a single word from the preacher's lips. I was just staring at the pulpit,thinking about my lost gem. Finally, the service was over and we proceeded to the house for the burial.
Sympathisers went on with their condolences till it became annoying. Their "sorry" wouldn't bring my mother back to me. I had to keep mute and accept their condolences out of courtesy and respect for my late mum.
Mother was buried at the backyard,at a spot close to the garden she cherished a lot. Dad and I were the only one who witnessed the lowering into the earth. Jamille couldn't stand it. She ran past everyone standing around the grave. I heard the door of her room slam shut. At least,I was sure she was safe inside the house. I remained there till the grave was covered up. Dad had to leave so as to escort the visitors out and thank them properly. When my legs started aching,I went inside.

I went to Jamille's room but the door was locked. I went back to my room. My Infinix Note 2 started ringing on the dresser. I picked it up. It was my best buddy,Judah. He was the closest person to me apart from Jamille. We had been best friends since JSS1.
"Hello" I answered in a sullen tone.
"What's up buddy? Tomorrow's graduation o. Any new plans?" He bombarded me with questions.
"None at all, we may not be there tomorrow". I replied him.
"Wait...why are you sounding so down? What's wrong?"he asked.
"I lost my mum on our prom night" I replied him.
"You have got to be kidding me. How come you never called to inform me?"
"Apparently, I was too broken to even know where my phone was till yesterday"
"OK man,I'm coming over with dad this minute" He said and cut the call. He didn't even give me time to protest.
I just dropped my phone on the floor and held my head in both hands. I was still feeling her everywhere. Her voice was ringing loud in my head. Her face was just everywhere I turned. I thought I was finally gonna go crazy with pain.
True to his words,Judah arrived with his dad in about an hour's time. I heard his footsteps as he came upstairs to my room. He barged in without knocking as was his way of life. On a normal day, I would feign anger,but today, I was in no mood for such. I didn't even acknowledge his presence. He began talking the usual blah blah about taking heart. He was also close to my mother. Soon, the tears started dropping from his eyes. I had always known him to be the emotional one. He finally realised how life would change without my mum. Him,my sister and I were always talking with her after school everyday.
At a point,I couldn't take it anymore. I got up and punched the wall. I screamed "why?". I yelled at the top of my lungs.
Dad and Judah's dad came rushing upstairs. Daddy held my hand,pulling me gently from the wall to the bed. Jamille came in and left almost immediately. I hugged dad tightly and I wept my eyes out. He patted me on my back along with Judah's dad. Judah's dad announced that he had to leave because he had matters to attend to. He asked Judah to stay behind. I thanked him and he took his leave. Dad left after sometime,leaving Judah and I alone to our thoughts.

Sunday is always a really busy day for me. I'll drop an update before heading to church. I can't promise another one just yet

Creeza:
lol,it gets even better wih time .. you will get used to the pattern.. nice work so far. I'm intrigued.

I hope so o. Thanks

Gizy20:
Thanks Evajael, keep it up

Thanks

Chumzypinky:
lol thanks dear

Anything for my mama

Mehn...typing is not a sweet job at all. Kudos to all writers,especially those that type with phone. Next update would be tomorrow hopefully. Let the comments start flowing

Jason

We opened the door to find the lifeless body of my mum. I rushed over to her side. I placed my head on her chest to check if her heart was still beating. Her heart was as silent as light. Her body had turned cold. I looked at her again and saw that her body lay in a position that indicated she was reaching for her inhaler that laid on the floor;few centimetres from her. Immediately,I sensed she had an asthma attack. By this time,the gateman had joined me in the kitchen. We lifted her up and took her outside. Thankfully,the driver was still around and we put her into the car. I turned round to find my sister on my heels with her hands on her mouth. We both entered the car too and the driver sped off to our family hospital. While we were on the way,I called dad who was in Abuja at the time. His line wasn't going through.

We arrived the hospital in less than 15 minutes. Luckily,our family doctor was around. My sister ran in calling for help. Soon,a stretcher was brought and mum was taken into the hospital. Jamille and I waited in the waiting room. Soon,our doctor came out and asked me to follow him. I handed my phone to Jamille instructing her to call dad's I followed the doctor into his office.





Jamille
I called dad's line again. The phone rang this time and daddy picked it up. Immediately I heard his bass voice over the phone,I broke into tears. "Hello dad,mum....mum is......"was all I could mutter. "Jamille talk to me,mum is what?" Dad said ,his voice laden with fear. That was the last thing I heard before I passed out.




Jason
I knew she was dead even before we brought her here. I simply refused to accept it. Now,the doctor's words have slapped me hard across the face. At first,he refused to tell me. I looked him in the eye and asked "Is she really gone?"
His grim look and silence gave me the answer I wanted. "Her asthmatic attack was the cause of her death. You need to take good care of yourself all the time. You know you're an asthmatic patient too."He said these words to me in his characteristic cool voice. I nodded and got up to leave. My head felt ten times heavier than normal. As I opened the door,I bumped into a nurse who was obviously in a hurry.
She brushed past me without an apology but I couldn't care less.
"Doc,the young lady has just passed out". I wanted to ignore what I heard,then it suddenly occurred to me that I had left my sister in the waiting room.
My knees buckled under me as I leaned on the wall for support.
Doc brushed past me with the nurse. I couldn't follow them,my head was spinning uncontrollably. I gently lowered myself to the ground and stayed there quietly till the doctor came back.
I saw him stroll into the lobby. He soon reached my side and sat beside me.
"Is she gone too?" I asked with a shaky voice.
"No son,she's okay. I think everything that happened was just too much for her so she fainted."
I nodded a response and silence prevailed. The silence that seemed to do me good was soon interrupted by the ringing of the doctor's phone. He got up and moved into his office to pick the call. In a few minutes,he came back to tell me something. I nodded even when I didn't hear a word. That was all I could do to make him go away at that moment.
I mentally chastised myself for not acting like the man mum was training me to be. I got up and asked the doctor what room my sister was in. Immediately he told me,I walked down there. I dragged a seat to her bedside. She had been sedated to calm her down. Sleep was far away from me.
Doc came to check on her one more time and he met me awake.
"Son,it's a quarter past three. You..."
"I don't feel like Doc" I cut him off.
"Alright then" he said and walked out. I thought I had gotten rid of him but he appeared again with a drink in hand. He handed it over to me and I drank every drop,suddenly realising I was thirsty.
I thanked him and he left. I stayed awake all night,watching my sister and thinking about my mum.
Jamille woke up at about 11 am the next day. I was elated to see her eyes flutter open.

bibijay123:
Thanks for the mention. Following now

Welcome

Welcome aboard

Ifecoded:
It's a great pleasure to be here ma'am.

Big hugs

Ifecoded:
Ooh God, why u go knee down nah? Hope it's not with those sexy legs sha?
Oya stand up, God no wicked nah.
In the mighty name of Gezuz..
Every update, let it be a hit bumper2bumper
Make the updates long like the days of Metuselah and Psalm119
Make e no turn abandon project.
So shall it be.
77halleluyas ooooooooo

Lolz

crislyn:
Thanks darling...one of these days I will take u dancing. Lol

I'd be happy to go with u...lol

Jamille

So here I am,walking the red carpet of my dream prom night. Jason really did make me let go of my anger towards him. He's not perfect but he's still my best buddy. He was all smiles as we walked down the aisle like a newly wedded couple. Eyes turned as we entered the hall.
I felt a tinge of jealousy because I knew these eyes were for my brother not me. He was the popular one being the greater orator between us. Plus,he was good looking. I knew I didn't have the ideal body I craved. I had to manage a slim body and a face bearing witness of the colonial rule of pimples. The only thing I loved about myself was my height and flat tummy. I was snapped out of my fantasy world when Jason whispered "Smile for me dearie". I gave a shy smile of a teenager as pictures of us were taken.
After exchanging pleasantries,we sat down as the party formally began. Jason did not allow me pay attention to the M.C. He had a disastrous trait of 'yabbing' right in his bones. He kept on remarking on every outfit he saw. I was laughing uncontrollably all the while. I began wondering how he managed to sustain a mere smile despite how hilarious he sounded. Soon,one of his old buddies came to our table. As I expected,they excused themselves to the guys corner.
I got a drink from one of the ever-moving servers. I really didn't mind being alone. I was enjoying the party all by myself when I heard my phone ring. I dug my hand into my purse to retrieve it. I hissed when I saw the caller I.D. It was our gateman who didn't know his place. I hated the guy because he claimed to love me. He was fond of saying nonsense. I can vividly remember when he told me "I want to taught you how to roff". I pondered over what "roff" meant for months before I discovered he meant love.
The only thing that stopped me from making my parents end his job was his daughter. He had an adorable daughter of four years. She was as pure and beautiful as a lily. Each time I thought of her, it would stop me from dealing with her silly father.
Back to the present time,the fool can't stop disturbing my life. I didn't think twice before putting my phone on silent mode to avoid unnecessary disturbance. In about ten minutes, I sighted Jason coming towards me. He pulled me up to the dance floor. On a normal day,I would have protested but I wanted to have fun and we were the first on the dance floor so I cooperated with him.
We danced till my feet ached. As usual, twin brother was able to see that I was tired. We left the floor to eat. After eating, there was a long round of hugs and kisses between the soon-to-be graduates. I had to drag Jason away. Once we entered the car,I slept off on Jason's laps. He woke me up when we got home. The gateman hurriedly opened the gate. He ran to open the car door for us after closing the gate. He was panting seriously and managed to say "Make una go open kitchen door for me abeg".
We stood there watching his drama for like 2 minutes. He shouted at this point "your mama o". On hearing him mention my mother,I took off with the speed of light towards the kitchen door which was at the back. On getting there, I discovered the door was locked. I ran back to the front door and met Jason racing through the living room. I soon caught up with him.

I'm dedicating this episode to the first people to comment
Chumzypinky,kayo80,crislyn and ifecoded

Thanks ifecoded

Uhmmm...dear readers,since am new to the game,I donno wen ur ready for anoda update. So please just tell me when. I'm still writing the story. From tuesday,I'll inform u guys of the favourable update pattern. Thanks

Ifecoded:
Whoooooooow.... Another One!!!
Straight to the front sit with my cold squishes and poppy corn.
Shall we bow down our heads for prayer pls.

Welcome. My head is bowed o. Eyes closed everybody

crislyn:
Thanks for the mention..Gosh, don't I just love a good story.

Welcome on board

A little nap reminded me of more names: degelinglacis,
TheBlessedMAN
bibijay123
SPDAZZY
crislyn
Ifecoded
queenitee

This is cool

Chumzypinky:
So guys, maybe we should put our heads together in this matter.
Y'all are my family in this forum and whatever problem i have, i share with y'all.
So:
My husband's suggested Gabriel and Gabriella for the twins.
My husband's mother suggested Churchill for the boy and Beverly for the girl.
I suggested Crystal for the girl and Christian for the boy.
So my people abeg, this has been on debate since Monday.
Please oo, which do you feel its better because i personally feel Crystal and Christian is best.
Which do u guys like the most abeg? Everything lies on me now to choose... And now it lies on y'all. Thank u.
And while also choosing, dont forget to drop a comment 'bout the story.
God bless ya

I go with Crystal and Christian