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Never saw the mention at all...

So I will say the "mention notifications" didn't notify me until I stumbled upon the story..
I am not done with the episodes yet but what I have read so far shows that this is indeed your very first work...a man who took the first step.

And this brings me back to my Stand that "Everyone has a story to tell..."

Adams... Rain... Ali... shaking my head**

Good job for a starter
Great story..

But...

There is still something missing that would give this story an extraordinary flavour.

However, you have my attention... I will get back to you when I am done reading everything so far.

Best wishes!

Skylard101:
I surrender.
Let's take that as an anomaly in the story.
What do you think about the flash back

The flash back at the beginning of the story is spot on. Almost everyone, I included thought that they were special force commandos on a rescue mission.

He laughs...

I would have twisted the story of I were the writer. But being unpredictable with the keyboard or bic in your hand is one of the major hallmark of a talented upcoming writer.

Skylard101:
Their handling of firearms and guns are based on instincts..... Survival instincts. If you noticed most of those they shot were caught unawares. They were not really involved in a one on one gun battle involving guns and wits whereby the opponent is ready.

I hope you get it. Good contribution though.
I need more

But are the police right in arresting them

Have you ever handle a pistol before? or a load gun?? forget what you see in TV it is not about point ,take aim AND shoot unless the guns have be set ready.

These boys change bullet magazine, how is that even possible instincts?? No no... White movies doesn't always tell the whole story. Anyway, I won't drag this point until you can get a grip of a gun put at safety mode.

As for the police, to aid their investigation, arrest must be made, statement must be taken. And these boys are the key players. So, yes the police were right to arrest them.

Skylard101:
Are Bolu and Emmanuel heroes or killers.

GIVE YOUR REASONS.
Cadec007. Evold , idrisbabat5, Black5050, Dranoid, honourable356, Godwinfury, EmperorTayo1864, dammypheex, YINKS89, seun0225.

Come and contribute.
Let me see your views.
Make this place lively till I come to update

A teenager pulling the trigger in a life and death situation can never be implicated.

It is a case of kill or get killed.
The kids couldn't have been capable enough to render the army of robbers incapacitated when dangerous weapon Is on display.

But, being able to handle firearm effortless as a teenager is questionable. They will be grilled on that.

A hero or killers??
They are both!

But for a good reason.

Honeydawealth:
Just seeing dis..... It's still d same me o Mr Honourable. You want me to ping you? I'll definitely do that but not now cos am quite busy but expect it anytime soon... after all there's no crime in pinging...is there?
But u really av to wallow in self pity becos........lmao
*winks*

Obviously there is not.
Glad you are the same person.. how have you been and how is your family ??

You have obviously been quite here as far as I can remember. Hope all is well?

Take care.

.. Edua..shewrites I trust you are good? I can't find that story. I will pm you on whatsapp.

This sound like day to day activities at your PPA in plateau state... a narrative essay I will say, made even more exciting by your choice of words..

However, I am amazed that you could even remember and narrate everything even in details and obvious with a little exaggeration here and there. The more and more I read your story till this latest update, the more and more I tried to recall the event that happened during my time in Kano back in 2008, but it end up a futile attempt.

Everything, so far for a first timer screams potentials! potentials!! potentials!!! Like play, like play, it turns out to something beautiful and has continued to grow... it may not stand out but it unarguably drew attention.

You will do something extraordinary with the bic or keyboard that thousands would be eager to read and those who have read it before, won't get tired reading it again.

But,

It all depend if you can stay inspired and motivated.

Gh0sts Nurture that burning flames..

Best wishes!!

Honeydawealth:
she writes I must confess DAT u're a wonderful writer God bless ur brain! weldone! so much luv!
muahhh!!!

Still same Honeydawealth or a new person. I should wallow in self pity right now because I have no idea how this honey I admire looks like...so I won't know if she is a new person or the one I came to know here.

I am not Edith.
Shewrites I commend your effort in bringing smiles on the face of thousands with this outrageous pieces of art.
This is the first time I feel beaten.... because you left me no room to criticize except in the scene where a full grown lady ran after a man public shouting because she want to borrow stuffs...Ladies do have shame,you know?

And secondly,em...er.. what happened to your trademark xoxo?? It is reducing drastically. *helaughs**

Honeydawealth please ping me.
07037163021

Ladies and gentlemen.. You make this place lively... **Respect**!!

Wait a minute, which secondary school could that be??

A military secondary school??

or just any other government or private school??

It is highly absurd for a merely secondary school student of 17 years old no matter his fantasy to know how to use a gun... not just a gun but a variety of guns with a glaring confidence!

The audacity at which there boys wield the gun even if the both had a hint of military background which was not even obvious leaves one major comment: Very very odds!!!

Yeah.... yeah.. I get it I get it, it is just a story nah... it is not like it is real.


Inasmuch as I agree with the above assertion, inasmuch as this action filled story kept the audience at the edge of their seats, it have got a huge hitch... it doesn't conform to the happening in the world today.

Make believe stories ALWAYS lives on.

So does culture and tradition,
Magic, and
Even sex.

Exceptional storyline is important to entice the audience BUT it shouldn't be something that will get one of these legend or experienced readers laughing saying,..

"HOW IS THIS EVEN POSSIBLE"?
SOUNDS MORE LIKE A CARTOON?

FALLACY!!!!!

However,this being your first time/or first story.. I have absolutely confidence in you judging by this very storyline that you will get it right, if not it this story, then probably the next one.

Not every great writer announce their entry in the literacy world with a Bang.

He smiled...
Show us what you can do for the potential is potent and obvious!

Best wishes!!!

Anticipation of death is worse than death itself.

Did you see that

That no one can actually predict where this story is heading to is what pleases me greatly...

It is talent in its purest form being oiled slowly...slowly and slowly until it becomes over flowing.

It is like a small fire burning slowing... it is just a matter if time before the said fire become a blazing inferno.

That is one of the description I can come with concerning the writer of this episode.

Watch out..
With the right drive, motivation..
We are looking at a soon to be a literacy giant.

*He nods... you are in the right path!

Hehehehehehe..
An extraordinary and calculated thief.

Such human as you just portrayed are incredible rare and appears only once in a thousand years. Not even the renowned kidnapper kingpin Evans with all his alleged exploits is as wise, extraordinary brilliant and calculative as the character Peter black!

What an imaginary imagination.

Obviously you are gift.
Seem you have horned it brilliantly.
I am proud of you!

Nothing much to say here for this is just the beginning... but I have to admit that so far,
It sounds like it is gonna be an interesting storyline...

I am following keenly now and I just hope that I won't be disappointed as the story progress on. You could make a beauty out of this...a hit.

Best wishes!

Just for a laugh**
Hunger has a way of making one either think properly or irrationally.
Happy Sunday Shewrites ..and good job. Happy Sunday Ladies and gentlemen...

short and beautiful.. No criticism at the moment except that it is rare to find an Oba nowadays.
You didn't please
or
07037163021
Ping me on whatsapp only I wish to discuss personally with you.
Good night

cbella, can I have her digits? I mean Toyin**

Eddyella:
Tanks 4 assisting her,God bless.

Amen. Thank you!

Ladies and gents... You have the above updates on behalf of the writer.
I face the same difficulty she faced in posting the above.
The good thing is I am in a military barrack... network is good there today.
Please enjoy. Thanks all... Good job shewrites!!!

suffering. She needed a job fast! She didn’t know that giving up everything for
God was going to be so hard and difficult. Nevertheless, she was not going to give
up. She would never go back to her vomit.

She collected the card and looked up at him. A motor mechanic with a business
card? He was surely living in cloud nine.
“Hey look! That’s your bus!”
She followed his gaze and saw a long red bus heading their way. The crowd moved
like bees around a hive.
“Come, I will get you on board,” he grabbed her by the hand, weaved his way
through the crowd and got her on the bus.
She found an empty seat by the window, sat down and looked out. She saw him
standing at the side of the road, waving at her. She waved back at him and
mouthed ‘thank you’.
“Call me!” he shouted and blew her a kiss.
Her jaw dropped in amazement. The guy was definitely crazy.
Xxxxxx
Edua sat in front of her television watching the Telemundo channel, but, her mind
kept drifting to her encounter with the motor mechanic. He was as crazy as she
remembered. How could one claim to love someone who one hardly knew? Her
relationship with Chidi and Kolawole had taught her that it was only a man that
can dare to accept her past that could spend the rest of his life with her.
Edet knew absolutely nothing about her. He would surely run away like everyone
else. What was she even thinking? She turned on her side and changed the channel
to CNN. She had no plans of ever dating him, no matter how cute he looked. She
tried to erase the image of his handsome face from her mind’s eye, but to no avail.
He was a motor mechanic for Pete’s sake. He was way below her league. Her
mother would definitely laugh her to scorn if she heard that she was going out with
someone like Edet. But, should what people say matter? After all, it was her life.
No one was going to live it for her.
She wanted a man after God’s own heart. Someone who would accept her past,
present and future; hook, line and sinker. Someone who was financially
comfortable and hardworking. She didn’t want to suffer. She was already

Don’t worry. You will get a bus soon,” he encouraged her.
She sighed heavily. “I hope so.” She was beginning to lose hope.
“Have you finally surrendered to Jesus?” he asked again, he needed to know. He
had been praying.
She raised an eyebrow, then smiled. “Jesus is in total control of my life.”
“Wonderful!” he beamed and sighed in relief. “I have been praying for you.”
“Interesting,” she adjusted her hand bag.
“I stay around. Anthony Village to be precise. My mechanic shop is close to home
too.”
“Nice…” she wasn’t really listening.
“I have been trying to get a bike, maybe I might just walk home. I will wait till you
get a bus.”
She glanced at him again. “You don’t have to.”
He smiled, “I want to. Now, that we have met again, I am not going to allow you to
just slip into oblivion.”
She started to laugh. He was as weird as she remembered.
“I have not stopped loving you.”
She eyed him.
“From the first moment I laid eyes on you, I knew that you were the bone of my
bone, the flesh of my flesh,” his dark brown eyes lit with the emotions bubbling
within him.
Suddenly drawn into the sea of his loving eyes, she tore her gaze away. “Stop
talking nonsense.”
“I am as sure of my feelings for you as I know my name is Edet Udeme,” he
emphasized.
She shook her head and avoided his gaze.
“Here is my business card. Let’s meet up sometime and talk. Can I please have
your number?”

in a fitted red short-sleeve tee-shirt and a pair of blue jeans with matching red
boots. He actually looked very good.
“Edet, right?”
He laughed out loud and sighed with relief.
“You look different,” she noticed his broad chest and muscled arms.
“So do you,” he sized her up and kept smiling.
“Do you still work at the mechanic shop?”
He shook his head, “I have my own shop now,” he sounded proud of himself.
She nodded, impressed. “Good for you.”
“Thanks. I told you that I was going to set up a world class Automobile Mechanic
shop that will be patronized by the high and mighty in the society.”
She just smiled. She didn’t remember a thing.
“Well, that dream is still in the pipeline. I have a few boys working for me in my
shop now. Things are picking up gradually.”
She nodded and turned to look at the road. Where were the buses?
“What are you doing around here?”
She turned to him, “I came to sit for a written interview at Aiico Insurance.”
“Oh… How was it?” he observed her tired face.
She shrugged, “Okay.” She hoped that she would get the job this time around. She
was tired of sitting at home, while her bills piled up. She didn’t want to remain
dependent on the Pastor and his wife any longer. She needed to be able to take care
of herself.
“Do you stay around?”
She shook her head. “I am waiting for a bus heading for CMS. I live in Obalende.”
“Wow! You are miles away from home,” he placed his hands on his hips.
“Tell me about it,” she folded her arms across her chest. It was past six already.
When was she going to get home? She doubted if she would be able to attend the
mid-week church service that day.

recollect the conversation they had that day. She said her name was Beauty, but,
her real name was Edua. He took a few steps towards her and halted by her side.
“Edua?”
She turned to look at him. Her narrowed gaze sized him up. She had no idea who
he was.
“Hi, it’s me, Edet. Edet Udeme. We met two years ago,” he grinned from ear to
ear. He was sure she was the same person.
She began to shake her head. The guy standing beside her didn’t look familiar one
bit. How did he know her name?
“You came to my boss’ mechanic shop with an Alhaji two years ago,” he added
quickly. The expression on her face intimated him that she didn’t remember him.
She raised an eyebrow. She had been with a dozen Alhajis in the past. She had no
idea who he was referring to.
“I think his name was Bature,” he clarified.
Her light brown eyes widened. Alhaji Bature? He was the last Alhaji she dated.
“It’s being two years too long, how have you been?” he smiled when he sensed
that she at least remembered the name of the Alhaji.
She turned to look at the semi-empty road. Where were all the commercial buses
plying that route? The thought of a cold shower, a hot meal and relaxing in front of
her T.V set clouded her mind.
“You look different. Have you finally reconciled with Jesus?” He was filled with
joy that finally, they met again.
She glanced back at him. His dark brown eyes glowed in excitement. Who was he?
“I have been praying and waiting for you for the past two years Princess. I told you
that we were going to meet again.”
Princess? The only person that called her that was her late father. And one other
person, the silly love-sick motor mechanic she met two years ago. Recognition hit
her. She looked him up and down again. Was he the same person? He looked more
matured and cleaner than she remembered. He was well dressed this time around,

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Edet Udeme stood under the pedestrian bridge, at Anthony bus-stop, trying to hitch
a bike ride home. Every time he tried to stop a bike, two, three other people chase
after the rider, bargaining for a fair price to their destinations. The cost of
commuting from one place to another in Lagos had risen due to the fuel scarcity
and increase in the prices of fuel sold at the depots. The situation had gone from
bad to worse over time, especially with the madden price of fuel sold at black
markets. There was a crowd under the bridge, people waiting to board buses to
different parts of town.
He would have walked home. His place of residence was not too far from the
bridge, but, he was a bit tired. He had been trying to fix one of his customer’s car
all morning. The vehicle’s engine had knocked thrice times in a roll that week. The
man’s call was what brought him out of sleep that morning. As one who doesn’t
give up easily, his doggedness had resulted into a successful repair of the car. The
man gladly gave him an extra three thousand naira, after paying the agreed fee. He
smiled to himself. It had been a very good day.
Someone in the crowd caught his attention. It was a very tall, slim, curvy fair
skinned lady in a chocolate brown pleated skirt suit. She was very pretty and he
liked the way her braided hair was woven in a ponytail at the back of her neck. She
must have sensed that someone was staring at her, because she turned her head
slightly and met his gentle watchful dark brown eyes. Something jogged in his
memory. He blinked several times, trying to place the face. He could swear on his
grand-father’s grave that he had seen her before. But, where? She looked away and
adjusted the brown hand bag strapped on her shoulder.
A scene imbedded in the very core of his mind unfolded before his very eyes. The
day a beautiful seductively dressed fair skinned lady came to his boss’ mechanic
shop with an Alhaji. He had fallen head over heels in love that day and he had been
praying for the lady since the day they met, hoping that she would allow God to
save her. He blinked again and stared wide-eyed at the fair skinned lady in the
brown skirt suit. Was she the same person? Same skin colour, some face, but with
a slight difference. She wore a light make-up; unlike the day he first saw her. She
seemed slimmer too, but, the curves were still generously intact. He swallowed
hard, his throat had suddenly gone dry. She must be the same person, the girl he
had been waiting for, for the past two years. What was her name again? He tried to

unpredictedone:
it's like one of the elders from igbo land is here.
I hope the igwe doesn't get to hear this?

Yeah, I get the humour!

Adesina12:
Thanks for your observation bro.
I missed the cousin part ...the person I am talking about is the lady that just joined crystal friends clique
Help me with her name....I think she's likely to replace crystal while crystal goes the other way
Sweet popcorn for you

Oh...*Nodding with new understanding**
Her name is Ezinne!

Adesina12:
I smell twisting in this story here

Oba vs Crystal and Soma vs Silver

I bet it

Excuse me,I just don't get it...
What are you talking about here?
Are we reading the same story or you just err on your comment?

I don't actually care who will end up with who in this story... I am more concerned about the lesson in it.

Is Soma and Silver not cousins or are my eyes playing trick on me? if not what do you mean by Soma vs Silver

So when you say Oba vs Crystal... Soma vs Silver do you in anyway mean that they will end up getting married??

Cousins don't marry cousins... it is an abomination in Igbo land!!!

Actually I have read many stories here from great and exceptional writers BUT few of them are unarguably in a class of their own..

With them on the wheel you are never bored....
With them on the wheel, nothing else matter not even Hunger....
With them every moment is intriguing whenever they pick up their pen or keyboard..
With them on the wheel your demand for more would be insatiable..

Yesssss....

They all have this uncanny abilities to bring out..
Tears...
Laughter...
Smiles...
Joy/happiness... and
Fear...

Funny enough they don't seem to know the effect their stories have on their audience...two out of ten might know but the rest simply have no idea.

Well, today's update? This is class..!


SOMA vs CRYSTAL :
Emm pardon my ignorance here,i never had a sister or grew up with one.. so tell me, plainly does lady get mad at someone they love and end the relationship when such things as happened between soma and crystal take place even after the truth has been revealed? Do they completely move on just like that.. on account of a statement that the speaker didn't even mean?? Tell me something I don't know..please

Every update so far has undeniable been highly entertaining..
Thank you Toyin...
Thank you for the dedication.










never thought I would have met someone capable of giving

...."Not that kind of date"!

The fear of rejection. Yeah, I can relate.

Not wanting her to turn him down, he obviously choose the safest route even though it is obvious that she Loves him same way he love her....a text book strategy for the men..hehehe

This story undoubtedly would teach alot...especially on patient and love... what a beautiful movie it will make.

Miss Taiwo Toyin, right?
This is one hell of a story.
You exceed expectations!

Thank you for the entertainment and lesson so far.
You have my attention and Support today, tomorrow and a hundred years from now.

I have seen this story but never clicked and took a keen look at it until few hours ago. I read down every words very slowly and carefully absorbing every details and nodding in recognition and acknowledgement of the exceptional potential on display before my very eyes...

The story line, the choice of words was spot on and even more extremely amusing was the writer use of Igbo language. * He smiled **

I have said this sometime ago, a human has absolutely no idea of what he or she is capable of. An event, an individual or group of individuals or a positive or negative situation always trigger that untapped, talent... and in the case of rachealfst, it happened and an exceptional WRITER was born!

I read on...

I suddenly came across January 13...oh she is also a Capricorn just like I am. But on reading the heartfelt message, I found myself trembling physically but the wired thing was that there was a smile on my face even as I went on to read the pain she went through when she was render incapacitated between 2012-2017 I groaned inwardly on what she must have gone through..

Obviously, the case with the the character Afam and Amara is indeed a lesson for you as you have already realized it...

NEVER GIVE UP!!!

May God almighty who healed you completely when all hope seem lost continue to give you even more greater reasons than these to glorify HIM everyday

Meanwhile Happy Birthday to you and I... better late than never!

Brace up my dear, will deal with your story in details later as the story progress on.. I am both a critics and a motivator...so far your typographical errors need to be corrected as it seem clear you have not edited.

Best wishes!!!