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TheBlessedMAN:
teach you ke? U funny o.....can a learner teach another learner? Abi U don ever see a car with 'L' on its back bumber teaching another car with 'L' on the back bumber how to drive? I swear na Road safety go arrest them.

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Me am just a complete student of the Global College of Thunder and Lightening (GLOCOTEL) of Nigeria. And no admission is on-going now in our school. But if you want to acquire your own Global Diploma in Thunder and Lightening (G.D.T.L), I will definitely let u know when the admission is open for new students.

This guy ehn

KingRex1:
Grow graciously in heath, finance intelligence et al Happy birthday

Awwn. Thanks so much for the birthday wishes. I really appreciate it

TheBlessedMAN:
how sweet of you dear! Only u knw how to make me masturbate. But i wil do it in d evening when the sun is down. Its freaking hot right now. Too much friction and hot temperature can burn my konji. Thanks dear

Seriously??

TheBlessedMAN:
better late than never dear. How have you been? Miss u xo much

I've been doing great and I miss you too

Congratulations to a sister
@smartestpopqueen..
Happy Delivery Ma'am
I'm soo sorry this came late....

why did I have to get here late?

Well-done Theblessedman

SmilingB1:
Interesting story but I can't find the rest of the story... Pls hlp ooo

it is availaible on okadabooks

*2*
A Room Full of Psychos

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Maurice
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So he drove off, leaving me stunned and contemplating on whether to alert the nearest rehab about one of their patients on the loose.

Like what kind of human does that?

It's understandable people tend to scare or get worried about teamwork efficiency when a new teammate joins the team and they often put up some attitude that put the new member off.
But his attitude was just crazy! There's no other word for it even if I try putting it nicely which I don't intend doing by the way.

So, I stood outside the building, watched him drive past me like I wasn't there, with my hands neatly folded across my chest.

“He left without me sir. I'm thinking it would be a lot better if you have me partnered with someone else.” I blurted out hurriedly. I was standing, hands by my side in front of Director Jude in his office. How I got there, I had no idea. All I knew was, I narrated the episode that ensued between the Dude and me ensuring I padded some, just to make my point about not working with that psycho.

“Are you even sure you want to work here?’’ Director Jude asked, giving me a plain and unreadable look.
I don't understand what he meant by that but whatever it is, I hope it doesn’t mean I have to lose my job all because I refuse to dine with some psycho.

I think I need a synonym for ‘psycho’.

Director Jude is every shade of cool. By every shade of cool, I mean every shade of cool!
He has this fashion sense men his age don't.

It kinda hurts that my dad was one of those men.
Can someone give me the n lipped emoji?

He dresses and looks expensive and would have been mistaken for some oil mogul if randomly ran into on the street.
How much do they even pay this directors for just sitting back down, dishing out orders?
His long face was covered with grey beards right from his cheeks to his chin. I could bet my pinky finger on the fact that he had it dyed that color because he really doesn't look that aged. His well shaven head complimented his look and that makes him look somewhat like a Hollywood hit man.

How cool is that!

Beside the good looks of this man I've been looking up to ever since I came for the recruitment test, there is this warmness about him coupled with that encouraging smile that never leaves his lips. I loved that about him!

‘That statement…’ He continued. “…coming from you came a bit disappointing. I was expecting more from you. I didn't assign you to HOM104 to whine and complain about your partner being impossible or uncooperative. Do you even know what it takes to get posted to HOM department without a previous experience in the field? Everyone in Homicide aren't just there, they deserved it.’

Really?

Even Victoria?

The chick spilled yoghurt and oil on a case file! I really can't wait for the part where he tells me how she deserved it.

‘Maybe Victoria isn't really…’ He said and it came out as though he could read my mind.

Good lord!

“But all you really need to know is you are lucky to be here. A lot of people tried getting into Homicide, but you were one of the few that got in…’ He said brushing his thick beard with his index finger.
Okay, the ‘you are one of the few…’ speech was getting to me. I get the story, I am lucky to be here and I don't even deserve it. Great!

Tell me other things that could murder the good vibe I came in with this morning.

“You got assigned here because you impressed me with your psychological and field test results. You are trained for this and I believe you have this covered. Besides, Dozie is the perfect person to be on field op with. I'm afraid you have to work with him right now that he isn't really all that stable.’

Thank God someone finally agrees with me that the Dozie dude is cranky.

And why does he really have to be Dozie of all names? The last Dozie I knew was in college and he was everything far from being cute and adorable.

“I think you should be trailing him right now.’ Director Jude reminded me with a smile clinging absent mindedly to his lips when I stood, looking at him blankly.

I bet I looked like the statue of liberty only without a torch.

I flashed a smile of gratitude while exiting his office.
What Director Jude said was enough to murder the spirit of whining in me. It sort of rekindled the dying splint of enthusiasm and I kinda felt a lot like Arnold Schwarzenegger.

Enough whining Maurice. Just do your job.
That was me, encouraging me.

‘Where do you think our egoistic team leader is right now?’ I stopped right before Victoria's desk when I got to HOM104.

‘By team leader, you mean our boss?’ Victoria 'Nigerianly' replied my question with a question with a stuffed mouth.

How did she even get the food?

“If by our boss, you mean Dozie the team leader. Yeah, I’m talking about him.’ I replied, not dwelling on the fact that seeing Victoria with food already cleared the mystery about her plus size.

“He is still the team boss. Besides, he isn't egoistic.’’ Victoria argued spilling some crumps of whatever she is eating on her desk.

I don't want to say ‘ewww!' but eew!

“I thought you don't like him a few minutes ago, how come you are being protective of him all of a sudden?’’ I need explanations.

‘’You won't just get it. He has a temper, Yes. But that doesn't mean he is egoistic or terrible. It is all just so complicated.’ She replied swallowing the masticated pieces in her mouth.

Okay. I give up. The confusion in this place is just so off the roof.

It is expected anyway. Victoria is an average lady and indecisiveness is expected of a sex that shaves an eyebrow then draw it back.

Wait a minute, I’m a lady too right?

Self attack.

'You were so quiet this morning I almost thought you were the shy type. It is surprising you are all chirpy now.’ Victoria commented.

‘Well, I discovered being quiet is somehow boring and I had to zone outta that mode. So, can you give me any info about his whereabouts?’ I switched back into work mode dragging an adjacent chair towards Victoria's desk until I was sitting down facing Victoria while I spun sideways in the chair.

‘He doesn't tell anyone where he goes. But I can actually narrow it down for you. He requested for a file when I got to work and I have no choice but to believe that whatever he is doing now, he is following up on that. The fortunate thing is, we only have one lead regarding that case and that is the victim’s family. There is this hotel where the murder took place but that was a dead end. We got nothing from there. Unfortunately though, he took the file with him, which is so not right now that I’m thinking about it but luckily for you once again, I know the family address of the victim offhand this is actually because it was the last thing I scribbled down before going to bed yesternight and it's not so hard remembering And the other reason is I have a good memory…’

‘Can you do a brief rerun of what the case entails?’ I cut in while digesting every word Victoria said.

“Double homicide was reported around 9:00am last week Friday by one hotel manager. It's triple homicide actually because the lady Vic was pregnant. Two of his customers who appeared to be lovers were found dead in their hotel room a few minutes before the report was made. It appeared the murder took place the night before the bodies were found but it was surprising no one heard gunshots even though the murder was carried out using a gun. The closest and plausible guess was the killer used a silencer. No one saw anyone come in or go out. A few days after putting the pictures of the victims out on the media, a couple called to claim the female victim was their daughter while we still have nothing on the guy. We haven't had the chance to bring the couple in for interrogation. So, my guess is, Dozie is going to do the questioning at the house’’
I have to admit.
Victoria was pretty good with her job. She could be a narration expert. It would have been pretty great though if only she looks it.

“Great. I need the address and...’’

‘’I need my chair.’’ A zombielike voice said in my head..

Okay, it wasn't coming from my head. It was from right behind me and I felt chills run down my spine. I spun around to meet the gaze of a lady whose pupil was darker than the black long sleeve top she had on. The top was tucked inside a black trouser which was supported by a black belt and a black boot graced her heels. Her hair wasn't artificial but was long enough to be packed into a ponytail that extended right behind her neck.

She looked all feisty, pretty, cool but weird especially with the way she stared at me darkly without blinking which was especially making me a bit nervous.

‘’Excuse me?’ I stuttered and I did not even understand why I did.

“You are sitting on my chair. I don't do much repeating but you just made me do one. Do we really need to add another dummy to the dozen we have already?’’ I watch her say that in my face, quietly, confidently, without a raised voice and as if she wasn't insulting me.

I don't know how it happened but I was on my feet and she was dragging her chair back to her desk. It kinda pissed me off on how it seemed like I chickened out.

I didn't chicken out. I repeat, I didn't!

There is this dark thing about that girl that keeps me frozen and a lil scared

What is this place and why is it filled with this much weirdos?
“That’s Toni and you really need to steer clear of her. She is mean. She calls me fat and stupid. I know I’m a little big but I’m not fat. Or am I ?’ Victoria asked with a fallen tone making it sound as though she was trying to convince herself as we took a trip down the stairs on my way to the address she had scribbled down on a sheet of paper.

Well, putting it the way it should be, Victoria isn't fat. Let's just say, her clothes were a bit oversized and they still manage to hug her body like a second skin.

I’m not ‘Mean Toni’ so I’m never saying that aloud.

Whatever it is, I’m not scared of ‘mean Toni’ This isn't some high school story with Toni being on the apex of the class pyramid.

Hey guys,


So I want to get my hands dirty again. I am writing a completely diff stuff cos I am not the type that sticks to a particular MO. Here is another one and it's kinda weird it's coming now when it should have come earlier. I really want you guys to know that I am deeply sorry for being epileptic in my updates which is very bad. Whatever excuse I have to offer doesn't really matter. All that mattered is I didn't update for a very long time.

I'm so sorry.

Chumzypinky:
No reasons why you couldnt update on time, no apologies, no nothing?

Sorry sis. I was coming to dat

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Dozie
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I glanced at my wristwatch once again and it dawned on me Victoria is running 10 minutes later than she did yesterday.

Is she addicted to being reprimanded every single morning or something? Or why else would a normal person make it a point of duty to run late to work each day even though no one pats her on the back when she does?

Threatening doesn't work for her. Not anymore.

She seemed to have grown some sort of immunity against my threats compared to then when she would have fallen on her knees and pleaded for forgiveness each time I threaten to have her fired.

That used to work.
It always leads to an appreciable change for a few days before she falls back to being Victoria once again.

Why the hell did she have to take the files home in the first place? I can't work on anything without the file!
I had been a lot restless after getting that anonymous text earlier this morning. It was just plain, simple and straight.

“I would tell you everything you need to know about your wife's death. You know this isn’t free right? I need anything I can get on Najah Ibrahim. Time and location will be sent to you later on. We meet to discuss terms.’’

The text appears a lot weird and it seems like someone was playing games with me knowing how desperate I was with any news concerning Dammy but I wasn’t taking chances especially when it has everything to do with Dammy. I might as well be walking into a trap but I was past caring! I am only keeping this job just to get a lead on ‘this' and here I have it.

I am not kicking this away.

I looked through the glass that surrounds my office while I fiddled with my phone hoping a message would pop up on the screen. All desks were occupied exempting Victoria’s and one other.

Femi was at his desk, all eyes on his system while he dragged the mouse obviously going through data and trying to sort them out.

Toni was as usual, dressed in even shade of black. Right from her head to the black boot she had on her feet. Her, in that way is the best way everyone wants her to be even though she always look mad at everyone and everything around her.

Trust me, you don’t want to see the other side of her.

She’s a lot mute than she talks. She may actually keep mute all day if no situation warrants that she talks. By talking, I mean responsonding to orders with a word or two while looking straight into the eye of the person she is talking to without blinking.

Hadiza was attending to an older woman who I was sure as hell I had seen here before. I think it has something to do with her son getting murdered after receiving several death threats from a group of people she deduced were cultists who wanted her son initiated by force. Hadiza's duty was to put her statement down on the system and assure her that her statement would be thoroughly looked into but it appeared that wasn't the case here. The woman seemed to be going against protocols as her voice seemed to be rising following each second and it was obvious she was ignoring Hadiza's gesture to calm down.
I stepped out of my office to control the situation but Femi already walked up there to handle it giving me a ‘i got this’ expression. I was going to head back to my office when Victoria walked in hugging a stack of files.
'Why are you just walking in?’ That was the first statement that escaped my lips.
“I’m sorry. I had a little alarm issue this morning. I always fix…’ She tried giving her usual lame ‘alarm excuse but I wasn't having any of that’
“you had the file we were working on yesterday with you right?’ I wasn't having any of her excuses so I just went straight to the point. I watched her nod her reply.

“let me have it.’ I said quickly.

She walked slowly to her desk, I guess the heavy files impeded her already slow movement. I couldn’t even watch her drag her legs lazily on the floor.

'here' She handed me one of the brown files and I couldn't believe what I had in my hand.

'What is this?’ I said each word carefully to emphasize my point. I could see an oily smear on the file cover while a whitish stain blind the ‘d' in the ‘department’ inscribed at the apex of the file.

“Oh that, it's chicken but…’’

“I’m not asking you to tell me what it is. I am asking why it's on a file of federal concern!’’

It wasn't my fault. The director told me to leave work with it when I told him about my babysitting situation. I nurse my late sister's son remember…’

“No one cares about that! Why would the director even ask you to take this home!’’

“I’m sorry’’ Victoria whispered. It doesn't sound like she meant it but I don't think care even if she does.

“Hi everybody!’ Even without adding everybody, the 'hi’ was loud enough for everybody to know it was meant for everybody.

I looked across the room to see a lady who had a 'too happy’ kind of smile on her face. She was clad in all white and black ensemble. It was a pantsuit which I personally feels belongs to a fashion runway than here.
The lady in question not only got my attention, but she clearly got others too. Toni included even though hers was just for a while. Toni tore her eyes off her the minute she saw her.

I watched her walk to me with the smile still on her face.
'Hi, I'm Maurice Adewole.’ She stretched out her hand for a handshake obviously. A move I intentionally ignored.
I know the system recruited a new hand but it was from the onset a move I wasn't in support of.
She pocketed her hands back in her trousers’ pocket when she finally realized I wasn’t going to accept that. I saw her face flush with embarrassment which was the major thing I was trying to achieve

“I think there's a mistake somewhere. There isn't any vacancy here and the only thing you need to do right now is find your way back downstairs and ask to be referred to another department. “ I argued making sure the scowl on my face remains intact.
Whoever is gon occupy the only vacant seat would have to work with me and I don’t want a partner. Besides, I don't want to work with her.

She isn't going down there to ask to be referred to another department. I assessed her documents myself and I posted her here. I personally posted her to HOM104 and she's only going to leave if you tell me this isn't HOM104. As long as this remains HOM104, she stays.’ Director Jude stepped inside the office with his formal white and black suit.

Okay that was Director Jude going against me once again. I moved closer to him and said between gritted teeth.
‘I told you I don't want a partner!.. She…’ I was going to finish that when I got interrupted by a sms alert, disrupting the normal flow of ideas in my brain
“You can't change it. She stays Dozie and that's final.’ I was going to argue that out but I couldn’t. I was tensed to read the sms and knowing Director Jude wouldn't change his mind, it would eventually be a waste.
I watched him exit before heading back to my office, I quickly opened the message on my phone.

Treaty Restaurant, Oshodi, 12pm.

I glanced at my wristwatch to see the time read 9:08am

I could dig something up about Najah Ibrahim before then

What has Najah's death got to do with Dammy?

What’s this dude trying to bring up?
Did he have Najah murdered and was just using me to get the details I've got about her off my hands?

But how did he even know about Dammy then?

I’m getting a lot confused!

All these were the question bothering my unstable mind as I flipped through the pages of Najah’s file and read off an address from one of the pages

I plunged the file into my brief case and left my office.

'I'm going on a field assignment and Femi gets to be in charge till I get back.’ I announced, exiting before any questions could be thrown at me.

“Where are we going?’’ I heard a voice so new but familiar said immediately I stepped outside the office. Maurice.

Is she really going to stalk me all day?

For a second, I even forgot we met.

I glanced at her then away, keeping a straight face.

“You mentioned field assignment and I think we get to do that together.’ She said trying hard to keep up the pace with me.
The best I could do was ignore her. I was in no mood for chit chats and I was sure as hell she wasn't coming with me.

'Hello? I think you really need to say something.’ She started once again. I kept mute and increased my pace, literarily jumping from one staircase to another.

‘Wouldn’t it be weird if I call you a jerk the first time we are meeting? You could as well do yourself some favour by clearing the impression of tagging you as dumb and deaf by actually saying something?... Something sensible?’

That was actually some strong words but I wasn’t letting her words get to me.

She stopped following me when we got outside the building. I could feel her eyes on me as I walked to the car park, entered my car and zoomed past her while a ‘wtf’ expression hung on her face

1
Novice Maurice

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MAURICE
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I felt a lot gay this morning. There isn't hiding how excited I was and even I could tell that a blind man could read the excitement on my face from kilometres away.

Like, what isn't there to be excited about?

Today is my first day at work and even though my job is one of the most underappreciated jobs in this part of the world, it is one of the best and nobody could take that away from me.

It is not easy convincing people to agree with me. My parents included…

Yeah.

I could feel that gleam of sadness seep inside my body as I thought about how great it would have been to call my parents and share the news with them and suddenly realizing how impossible and absurd that is.

They don’t even have any idea I got kicked out of school!
I bet they are waiting for that moment when they would both be referred to as 'Barrister’s mum and Dad' not knowing their recalcitrant daughter is starting out her day as a police officer today.

It wasn't my fault I got kicked out of school anyway. I never imagined myself as a lawyer nor am I fan of reading all those massive books. The passion for investigation started when I started spending my vacation in Los Angeles where I stayed with the Bernards. The Bernards are the average American family with a cop dad and a mom who is an high school teacher. The couple has two girls, Kate and Jade. Kate was about my age and Jade was just a little girl then. I could remember Mr Bernard feeding us all those juicy cop stories and stories about bad guys and how he catches them. He brings home short crime stories and everything he does kind of inspired me.
“Excuse me?’ I heard a tiny, feminine voice said and although I wasn't sure if the statement was meant for me, I still turned to see a rather surprising sight. The lady in question has a size quadrupling her voice. She was all plump at the torso while the hind part of her body seemed a little overstressed carrying her whole weight.

She wore a pink shirt over a black pencil skirt while a blonde wig grace her head. The wig, in some sort of way made her already small head a lot smaller and her cheek appeared oedamatous. She had a pair of glasses on her eyes and that gave her some geeky look.

“ Can u err… do.. me a little favour please?’ It was when she said that that I realized she was actually panting and drops of sweat were already forming on her forehead, nasal bridge...

...Oh, and there goes the armpit too...

Seriously?

Did she have a marathon on a cold Monday morning?

“Would you mind splitting these files into two with me?” I directed my glance to her outstretched hand and I saw a hefty pile of files. “I am almost late for work a and I don't want a boll of insults hurled at me this morning. Especially since my boss seems to find joy in making me his insult basket. Now, the problem is, I am not sure how fast I can keep up with time with these files falling off my hands every second.’

Being someone who has a heart and someone who was willing to create a good impression on her fellow workers, I split the files with her while we climbed the stairs.

‘Your first day here right?” ‘Pinky’ asked amidst pants while we climbed the stairs.

I nodded my reply then added; “How was your first day like? Were you excited, nervous, confident? And what was the day like? Did it end on a graceful note or was it just catastrophic...'

'HORRIBLE’ ‘Pinky’ started. “ My first day ended horribly. I made costly mistakes due to nervousness and I almost got kicked out. The only significant achievement that day was getting the whole team to hate me on my first day until this moment.’’ Pinky gave a rather weird laugh.
I couldn't laugh with her cos even though her laughter was meant to soften her pain, the hurt was still there and there was no way i was getting deceived by that.
I guess she misread my worried countenance.

“You don’t have to get worried about your day ending up like mine. You have a lot of things that I don’t. The looks, the great body and even that shimmering confidence I would pay a million naira to have. Not like I can have that much in the next couple of years anyway. I guess I would forever be unconfident.’ She gave another shrill laughter which echoed for a while leaving me mute.
The whole team hating me is never gone’ happen girl!
I am charm itself!
I wish I could say something to her. Something that would get the negativities off her head.

‘ I think you are great.’ I managed to say not looking at her.

I could sense her eyes on me for a few seconds before she eventually took them off me to adjust her glasses.

‘Victoria.’ She said and I looked up at her for clues on what to make of that.

“My name is Victoria’ She quickly added.

“I'm Maurice.’ I said with a soft smile. We climbed the last staircase, ending up at the entrance of a large room harbouring numerous desks with each desk occupied leaving a few unoccupied.

“Here we are.’ Victoria said lifting the files off my hands and piling it up on hers. “It was nice talking to you and fortunately for me, you'd be working here and I get to see more of you which indirectly implies that I get to have someone to talk to. Hopefully, you might end up getting posted to my department...’

“Well, I don't want to crush your dreams but I already got posted to HOM104. I was going to ask you for directions once we get here.’ I quickly replied.

“Well, well, well. Look what we have here. This room right here belongs to Team 104 of the homicidal department which apparently happens to be my department.’ Victoria said and I could see how elated she was.

Prologue

DOOM IN THE ROOM



3 May, 2010
9:08pm

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Najah
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She carefully tiptoed to the door in her room. She stopped just right behind it, slightly opened it in such a way that it gives her the room to peep from where she was. She could see the sitting room from there and she could see Amira too. Amira was sitting on the sofa which was directly opposite the wall where the flat TV screen was fitted into. Her eyes remained fixed on the network news broadcaster on the TV screen. Najah slammed the door shut in disappointment and anger not worrying if that got Amira's attention.

She went back inside her room and flung herself on her bed as she fumed internally. Amira, once again sabotaged her plans unconsciously. Najah knew she was supposed to be out of this house already but somehow, she had managed to remain inside it because of her stepmother who wouldn't leave the living room.

Her escape out of this house wouldn't have been a problem if the only entrance and exit out of the building hadn't been the living room door!

It never came to mind before but in her situation, she couldn't help thinking the architect who designed this building was an asssss.

She rolled over until she was lying on her back while her pair of brown eyes stared blankly at the ceiling. She was simply upset and she felt restless lying down, doing nothing.

Why wouldn't Amira just stand up and leave?

Her thoughts got interrupted by the short beep that came from under the pillow. It was unmistakably an SMS alert through her phone and she knew exactly who that came from.

She fished her phone from under the pillow.

It was a text from Kunle, her boyfriend of two years.

'What is holding you up this long? Hurry!'

The text seemed to increase the work efficiency of her brain as she stood up immediately she was done reading the text. She walked to the medium sized closet beside her bed and hurriedly selected eight pieces of clothing which she tucked impatiently into a black backpack lying idly on her bed. She walked to the window in her room with the now heavy backpack in her hand, sliding it open, she threw the backpack out and she could hear it land with a thud into the cold, dark and almost empty street.

Satisfied with her action, she wound a black shawl lying on her pillow right around her head. Tucking her hands inside her sleeveless leopard prints Jumpsuit's hip pockets, she slipped on a pair of floral flip-flops after which she made for the door hoping she looked casual enough for her stepmother's assessment.

Hopefully she prayed Amira wouldn't even assess her.

'Where are you going?' Amira asked turning her head in Najah's direction, her eyes narrowing suspiciously while a frown played on her thickset lips.

Najah stopped in her tracks. She was at the door already thinking she escaped Amira's scrutinization but it appeared she didn't.

She could sense a strange feeling surging through her body. It wasn't fear nor was it boldness. She felt the need for a final show between Amira and her.

A show to let her have a piece of her mind.

A piece of what she thought of her.

She threw her head backwards as she turned back to look at Amira. Folding her hands across her chest, she cautioned her tongue from lashing out the wrong words as she gently bit her lips.

'I want to get something down the street.' Najah forced the words out through gritted teeth.

Amira had always been a pain in the ass right from the first day she walked into the house as her dad's new wife. She was her mum's best friend for goodness sake and it was more than awkward when her dad introduced her as his lover.

Najah was no kid when her mum ran away with her lover leaving her dad and her heartbroken.

She left them and never looked back.

Najah wasn't so sure if she'd recall what she even looked like. Not like she wants to anyway.

But then, even if her mum had been some slut, even if she had abandoned them, her dad and her for some richer dude, even if she never acted like a mother when she was around, Najah couldn't fathom the reason why her dad had to get married to her best friend!

It was just so uncool that 'Aunt Amira' turned to 'Mother'.

She never called her mother anyway and that had been the main reason they had been at war with each other. They had always been at each other's throats and literarily scratch at each other's faces with Amira trying to enforce some kind of stupid rules on her.

Najah could still remember the day Amira had gasped breathlessly when she had only told her dad a day after her valedictory service in college about not being cut out for school and would rather learn a trade and get married afterwards instead of proceeding into higher institution. Amira wasn't invited to the daughter-father meeting but somehow, she eavesdropped behind closed doors and had came out of hiding to show her disappointment while gasping for breath like she had never heard anything so utterly insane when Najah was done talking. Her dad, being a half literate himself and having the wild dream of his daughter becoming a lawyer, had told her plainly to forget about her crazy wish as she would continue studying while Amira just urged him on.

It wasn't even her life!

Like that wasn't enough, the duos had resorted into thinking she intentionally failed in order to have her way after two consecutive SSCE results came out and she performed woefully in both. Najah knew she put up her best to make good grades. She even tried to get illegal help but even at that, she wasn't lucky.

Trying to force her to study had always been like trying to force a fish to climb a tree.

And it amazed her that she was the only one who saw how impossible that is.

Her parents refused to give up on her despite the disappointing results every year and Najah knew it was high time she left them to achieve her own dream when her dad talked about registering her for another exam this week.

She was tired of achieving her dad's dream for him.

Amira scrutinized her expression slowly and Najah raised the sides of her lips in detest.

'The 'something' you'd be getting outside doesn't have a name?' Amira finally asked giving her a stern stare.

Najah looked sideways with a slightly agape mouth like that would stifle the impending insult her tongue was about to lash out but unfortunately, her method didn't work.

'I don't see why I have to report my movement to you.' Najah uttered serving Amira an equally stern and daring stare.

Amira's expression changed not and Najah wasn't surprised as she had always been ready for a word battle.

Witch! Najah muttered under her breath.

'If you haven't noticed, it's been five years since I had been with your father. As his wife...'

'And for five years, you haven't even missed a period. Talk more of having a still birth.' Najah stabbed and a pretty smile formed on her lips as she relished the horror on Amira's face. She was dumbstruck and completely stunned.

It appeared she wasn't prepared for that.

'Stop acting like you own me, Amira. You aren't even my mum...'

'Well, she may not be, by blood but she is by law.'

Najah need not turn to look at the person who said that. The voice and what it spelt all suggest her father and she could tell, from his voice, that he was angry.

How could she have not hear the door click open when she was just standing inches close to it?

'Then the law sucks.' Najah turned to face her dad and it was then she saw the scowl on his face. It was so scary she would have cringed but instead, she found herself looking boldly at him in the eye. '...why would the law make her my mum when the same law could have penalize you for sleeping with your wife's best friend!'

The slap stunned her. It was expected but unexpected at that very moment. She could feel her dad's palm linger on her cheeks even after he withdrew it. Her head spun and for a second, she would have sworn she lost her sight.

It was when she raised her head back that she realised her head had turned to the right due to the impact of the slap.

'That's it!' She screamed. Her cheeks were wet. It was tears but she wasn't crying. 'I'm out of here!' She yelled in his face and ran out through the opened door.

She could feel the wind on her face and she could sense the freedom.

She ran into the street until she was beside her room's window. The backpack lay on the floor beside it and she hurriedly picked it up.

Punching the dust out of it, she strung it on her back and ran down the street. The street was empty and cold but she could hardly feel it with the excitement surging through her.

She was out into her own world.

A world where her fish won't be forced to climb a tree.

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Kunle
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He slid his index finger right from her neck down to her hips. His lips caressed her neck and he proceeded down to her well rounded breasts from right under her dress. She was just nineteen but she has a hefty breast for her age. The softness of her skin drove him crazy and he could feel stiffness right under him. He could hear her silent moans and it just drove him crazier. He increased the pace at which he seductively bit her skin and he fondled with her breasts aggressively. The moan that escaped his lips was loud and that was because she leaned away from him and turned to look him in the face. He drew her closer to him and she rested her head on his broad chest while he embraced her tighter closing the tiniest space between them

'Why are we here?' She asked as she moved away from him while he stretched his hand for her hold but she only wound her hand around her body making him withdraw his hands to his sides. He was bare chested and the blue short cladding his lower body was the only clothing he had on.

'Why are we in this hotel?' She asked again. The flicker of light in the room shone brightly on her face and he saw a reddened mark on her left cheek marring her sweet fair skin. He moved closer to her and touched the mark. She winced when he did.

'Stop!' She yelled and tried to move away from him but he brought him closer.

'I'm so sorry sweetheart. Who did that to you?' She was mute and she avoided eye contact with him. 'Najah, tell me. Tell me who it was so that I can teach the person a lesson. I can cut of the arm that hurt you if that would please you. No one dare touch you. No one dare touch you or my baby. Just tell me who it is...'

'It's fine!' She yelled then calmed herself. 'I'm fine.' She ran her finger across his chest. 'Just forget about it and tell me what we are doing here.' The words slowly slipped off her lips and he felt like kissing her lips closed but resisted the urge.

'Baby, we would leave this town. We'd leave this country. We'd be fine. You, me and junior here.' He patted her stomach lightly while grinning. 'We can live that life we've always dreamt off. Trust me.' He kissed her neck and she moved away.

'Let me clean up first. Then, you can tell me more about it cos I don't understand a bit of what you just said.' She slipped away after winking at him.

'Should I join you?' He asked, wetting his lips.

'Nah' She coaxed.

He stared at her as she wiggled her hips into the bathroom.

'Baby, where is the bathing robe!' She called out to him.

'It's...' His voice trailed off as he fell to his knees first, then his whole body was on the ground. It was after he fell that the gunshot echoed in his head.

His sides hurt and he knew that was where the bullet penetrated.

The back of his head and body felt wet and he knew that he was waddling in his own blood.

His vision blurred and he couldn't make the face of his shooter who appeared to be on mask.

The black clothed human stood over him and watched him die. He felt sick and life drained out of his body slowly.

He could hear a distinctive voice which he guessed belong to Najah but he couldn't make out what she was saying. She sounded distant and incoherent.

He wanted to speak.

He wanted to warn her of the doom in the room but he couldn't. He could only form incoherent murmur instead.

Slowly his eyes closed.

And right before it shut eternally, he blurrily saw Najah emerge from the bathroom in the bathing robe.

She appeared stunned as she stared at him on the floor then back to his shooter.

He saw his shooter direct the gun to her.

He wanted to stand up and snatch the gun away from the monster.

He couldn't find his strength. He laid lifelessly on the ground as he watched his shooter fire a deafening shot at her. She fell with a thud on the tiled floor and her pain ended immediately it started.

She had been shot on the forehead.
Kunle couldn't help the tear that fell off his eyes.

Najah is dead.

Along with his baby.

And he was in so much pain

He was dying.

As if, listening to his pleas, the shooter directed the gun to his forehead. Pulling the trigger, Kunle's pain ended in one horrific second.

@ frozenfirenaija, you are one amazing writer. I read Rhoda season one and I absolutely fell in love with it. There were so many scenes I could relate to in reality. You capture every single moment and display it to us, your readers in 3D. To say I am honoured to read your story would be an understatement.

Just keep the words flowing sis...

jupitre:
please ma,where can we get the semaining part of the story ma..i beg of u..am dying to read it ma..PLEASE

You can visit www.boluwatifedunni.

Happy Birthday Mattkent

Mattkent. You have left us hanging for just too long.
We need updates and we need it now!!!!!

Lleigh:
Very very spooky......
I love horror

High five sis!

I think I just found me twinnie

Lleigh:
Very very spooky......
I love horror

High five sis!

I think I just found me twinnie

So I saw this on WhatsApp and it kinda creeps me out. The compilation is epic and whoever compiled this deserves some sort of medal.

Short Horror stories in two sentences or less...

1. Husband kills his wife while their 5 yr old son was still sleeping.
The weird thing was that kid didn't ask 4 his mom even 3 days after she went missing.
Father:" Is there something that you want to ask me ? "
Kid : "I just wonder, why mom is always standing BEHIND YOU . .

2. I woke up to hear knocking on glass. At first, I thought it was the window until I heard it come from the mirror again.

3. The last thing I saw was my alarm clock flashing 12:07 before she pushed her long rotting nails through my chest, her other hand muffling my screams. I sat bolt upright, relieved it was only a dream, but as I saw my alarm clock read 12:06, I heard my closet door creak open.

4. In all of the time that I've lived alone in this house, I swear to God I've closed more doors than I've opened.

5. A girl heard her mom yell her name from downstairs, so she got up & started to head down. As she got to the stairs, her mom pulled her into her room & said "I heard that, too."

6. My wife woke me up last night to tell me there was an intruder in our house. She was murdered by an intruder 2 years ago.

7. I always thought my cat had a staring problem. she always seemed fixated on my face. Until one day, when I realized that she was always looking just behind me.

8. There's nothing like the laughter of a baby. Unless it's 1 a.m. & you're home alone.

9. I begin tucking him into bed & he tells me, "Daddy, check for monsters under my bed."
I look underneath for his amusement & see him.. another him, under the bed, staring back at me quivering and whispering, "Daddy, there's somebody on my bed."

10. You get home, tired after a long day's work & ready for a relaxing night alone. You reach for the light switch, but another hand is already there.

11. There was a picture in my phone of me sleeping. I live alone


#copied

This is one epic, eye opening writeup.
Mattkent never fails to deliver. Wonderfully too.
It's good to have you back, bro

AJvine:
Fiyah, God bless you for this master super loving story....Sincerely water drops off my eyes when reading be4 i knew it...i was so glue to you story...even @ work i will leave my work and open up ur story to a side in my system and reading my colleague will think am serious doing my paid job...(Abeg no let my boss see this oooo lol) There was this days i laugh so loud and my colleauge me what is going on i had to tell them....in all i enjoy the story from start to finish....plz how can i get more of ur write up #Fiyah plz i will love to read more of ur stuff....God bless you....Fiyah.......Also i laugh @ a whole lot of comment it’s always fun.....Lastly u story and some other better story keeps my company in the office....Nigerians got a whole lot of God writers i pray you guys will start getting paid and be our celebrity also....

This comment seriously got me and I can't help awwwing.


And actually, it's all you. Thanks for reading

TheBlessedMAN:
[b]AND HERE goes the Sequel to SILENT SEDUCTION..


34th of Oct in the year 19something..

(the Matrimonial Pastor was saying)

Pastor - as we are gathered here today, to witness the Wedding inauguration of FIYAH nd Tgold1, if there is anyone or anybody here, that have a reason why I Prof, Engineer, Pilot, and F9 specialist, Mrlemuel, should not corronate this Beautiful lady and his Ugly beast Fiance as husband and wife should rise up now and talk or remain Sile.....nt (he was still saying, when over half of d congregation rose up and started murmuring loudly..)

(one of the standing congregation walks over to Fiyah and starts talking loudly)

Man : (speaking in megabite sucking tone) u tink say we no fit find u? Eh? U tink u can get away with wat u did? Laelae... We av spent more dan 50years luking for u evrywia.. In d sea, in d Land... Even we av to kill Yorhmienerd, so dat he can help us search 4 u in HELL, bt he came back in a Skeletal form with Empty hand..

We don catch u today.. U no fit run anymore...


Fiyah - (with a 'shey na garri we go drink again look) Buh... Buh... Who are u guys? Do i knw u?... Where and how did I offend u guys? Pls


(someone or sumting dat luks like a Skeleton moves forward nd starts talking)

Skeleton - u even get mouth to dey speak fluent English, wen my own tongue stil dey burn 4 hell? Wetin dey do u? I fit slap ur tongue make ur head spin like a rolling fan...

I was sent to hell 4 notin... It was as if Satan don mean me b4 ni... D torture wey i suffer dia no b small tin.. U cum dey here dey do weldering? Eh? U go hear am today..


Fiyah - (still looking confused) But Pls... Let some..one..


ROHY - one more fluent english 4 ur mouth, and i go burst ur head... U no remember us again abi? Eh? Ah... Nt so fast... Ok... Make i tell u... We are the Over 300 thousand Viewers nd readers of Silent Seduction...


Fiyah - ( mouth agape) ah!


Rohy - yes... Na we... Na us.... Be diz


Fiyah - buh, wetin i do u guys na? Y today?


Rohy - so u sabi speak pidgin b4? Ok... U wan knw wetin u do? Eh? (turns to the other Nairalanders) Make i tel her?


All of dem - (in one shayo voice) Yes!!!


Rohy - ok... Why u no finish d story na? Why u start wetin u no fit finish? Eh? Why u no show us Tori nd Jo papa? Since all diz years... We don dey try reason who dia papa go be, bt we no fit knw am... U cum talk say make anoda person continue ur Sequel? Wic kind sequel? Its like asking Mark angel to spell Crocodile... Its unfair na!


Fiyah - (with a sober look) I dnt knw how to begin to start begging u guys... Pls... Consider me... I will tel u wu d father is... Only if u let us continue diz wedding.. Pls guys...
(in a pleading tone)


Missuniverse - ok. Guys lets go... U av till d ending of diz month to tell us! Or else..... Its This Ugly beast of a Man dat u want to Marry dat wil pay heavily for it... (hisses and walks away)


Theblessedman - ok guys... Lets go... Lets give her d benefit of her story.... (turns to Fiyah) u knw i once Masturbated because of u... Pls dnt let me regret eva doing dat... Bye... (all walks bak to dia seat and d wedding resumes... )


so fiyah.... Dnt keep us waiting for too long., we need to knw wu d father is.. ASAP.... Bye..

[/b] [size=30pt] TEAM HERO... Weldone guys...[/size] Fiyah has been Amazing...

LOL...


Please whose brother is this?

NuelChesby:
Hehehe go read mbush _ memo of a sex addict joor...
Fiyah no sabi that take away side..

I'm sorry for disappointing you with the take away side