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AndyGlobal:
Weldon shewrites Honourable I site u jisike God bless

*He nods* Amen my dear.

Pinkfeet:
shewrites thanks for the update and honourable356 thanks for the update also.

Dear Pinkfeet.. acknowledge the writer more not the messenger. Cheers and thanks alot too.

Oluwakemi65:
Aunty Shewrites thank God for your life. I love you.
honourable356 I love u too.

Love you too my dear!

And the "give us a long update since you have not updated for almost two weeks fans"

You have got your wish.
This update is long enough!

BEAUTY AND THE MECHANIC

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

The knocks on her door got her attention. She reduced the volume of her TV set, pulled her weight up and sauntered to the door. Her heart did a summersault when she opened the door and saw the landlord. The man and his family, his pretty wife, three teenage children, and two of his nieces, lived in the duplex in front of the boys’ quarters she resided in. Her rent had recently expired and she had promised to credit the man’s account that week, but things didn’t work out the way she expected.

She resumed job hunting the week after her birthday, but, everywhere she went, she was told that there was no vacancy. Many times, she called her ex-boyfriend and tried to convince him to retain her at the law firm, even if they were no longer romantically involved, but, he wouldn’t hear of it. His father had also gotten her phone number from only God knows where and had tried to persuade her to meet with his friends for a weekend getaway. She ended up blocking his number. Good riddance to bad rubbish.

She needed a job desperately. Aside from her rent, she was also owing security, waste, and a few other monthly bills. She was running out of cash, she had no foodstuff in her kitchen and had gotten into the habit of eating at the Pastor’s house. Where else was she supposed to go?

“Miss Imasogie, what is causing the delay?” the man who was in his late forties frowned at her. “You promised to credit my account some days ago. Why are you tossing this issue to and fro? Do I have to come down here to remind you? We are civilized people for heavens sake’s.”

The fair young lady looked around, uncomfortable at the high pitch of his voice. She would have preferred if he spoke in a low tone.

“I am so sorry sir. Things didn’t work out the way I planned…”

“To hell with your plans! What’s my business? When I gave you this apartment, what did I tell you?” he bellowed, looking at her up and down like an insect.

She folded her arms across her bosom and sighed heavily. She remembered the days when she had different kinds of currencies in her bank accounts. She ate whatever she liked. She shopped every single day. She hopped from one exotic hotel to the other, catching her fun. She flew to wherever she desired, without breaking a sweat. Now, she had less than five thousand naira in her accounts. She was happy she wasn’t living that kind of life anymore, but, she didn’t contemplate that she would suffer greatly for choosing to live for God. When was her breakthrough going to manifest? How long does she have to wait?

“I told you that I don’t like debtors. If you cannot pay for the apartment, move out! How much is the rent anyway? Three hundred and fifty thousand naira for a one-bedroom apartment in such a prestigious estate. Do you know how much other landlords are collecting in this estate?”

Edua bowed her head in shame. She was at least two inches taller than the man, who was a little above five feet seven inches, but, all of a sudden, she felt very small.

“Our neighour’s tenants pay him four hundred thousand naira yearly. The house in front of us, they pay half a million yearly, for the same one-bedroom apartment. How much am I collecting from you?”

“Sir, I paid you completely when I moved in. There is just two months delay this time around, I will pay. Relax please.”

“God punish you!”

They heard his wife’s voice. She joined them outside the apartment, clad in a jeans and a red sleeveless blouse.

“Who do you think that you are talking to?” the plump, dark skinned, average height woman screamed at her.

Edua looked from the husband to the wife. They reminded her of the wild dogs she had seen in the documentary on the geographical channel she watched two days ago.

“Look here, whatever they call you, if you cannot pay, pack out. We have a list of new tenants who will pay double for the apartment you are occupying.”

“Sir, Madam, I just lost my job recently. Please give me a little time…”

The woman started to laugh.

“Who cares? I don’t care what you do for a living. I want my money,” the man eyed her.

“I told you honey, all these jobless girls roaming around this vicinity are pests with a capital ‘P’. If I was around the day she solicited for the apartment, I wouldn’t have allowed her to step into this compound,” the woman glared at her.

“You have three days. If you do not pay, I will personally throw your things out,” the man hissed and walked away.

“I don’t want the likes of you in this compound. The earlier you move out, the better,” the woman eyed her and followed her husband.

Edua closed her eyes and opened it. Three days? Where was she supposed to get three hundred and fifty thousand naira from? It was a Saturday, it was weekend, not even a weekend day. Who could she call? Her old friends were hopeless. They did terrible things for a living. If she asked them to help her out, they would also insist she joined them for an outing with men who were ready to pay through their noses for a nice time with them. The very lifestyle she had abandoned. There was no going back for her. She doesn’t have new friends except the few people she spoke with in church. She doubted if it would be wise to request for loans from them. She caught a glimpse of her neighbor at her window, as she backed into the apartment and bolted the door. The woman must have heard and seen the falling-out she had with the landlord and his wife.
She changed into a jean and a long sleeve white blouse, grabbed her purse and headed out. She got into her car and drove out of the compound. She parked in front of Jesus’ Lovers International Ministry, killed the engine and climbed out of the car. She strode into the church building and went straight to the Pastor’s office. She met a long queue outside the man’s door. She requested for a form from his personal assistant, filled it and sat down amongst three other ladies on a long iron chair. She brought out her phone from her purse and texted the pastor. She informed him that the landlord and his wife were planning to throw her out if she doesn’t come up with her rent by Monday.

She leaned against the chair and tried to watch the program on the television screen in the reception area. She heard the message tone of her phone. She glanced at it quickly and smiled when she saw that it was from the pastor. She read it quickly. Pastor Victory informed her that the church had a lot of financial commitment that week and they won’t be able to pay her rent. He assured her that if the situation got worse, she could move in back into his home till she was read to move into another apartment.

Her smile thinned away. She didn’t want to move in with the pastor. She was a grown woman used to her own space. Although the pastor’s wife enjoyed her company and had been trying to convince her to live with them, rather than living on her own. She wasn’t interested. She wanted her own privacy. The woman’s children were schooling abroad and they only come home once in a year. It was one of the main reasons why the woman wanted her around. The pastor’s wife claimed that she reminded her of her eldest daughter, though she was older than the nineteen-year-old girl.

Edua bowed her head. What was she going to do now? She had hoped that even if the church couldn’t pay her full rent, they might be able to give her half. She got to her feet and headed out. She returned to her car and felt like crying.

Oh God! What is the meaning of all this now? You said that you will always be there for me. I am feeling like an abandoned child right now.

She heard her phone ringing. She wiped her wet face with the back of her hand, brought out the phone from the purse and picked the call without checking who it was.

“Hello…”

“Beauty…”

She recognized her mother’s voice. “Mum, my name is Edua.”

“Fine, Edua.” She heard the woman hiss. “Mr. Bankole, one of my very good clients, he claimed that he was with you a couple of weeks ago.”

She closed her eyes and placed her hand on her aching forehead. She had already barred the man’s numbers.

“Mr. Bankole and his friends are willing to pay a large sum of money if you agree to spend time with them.”

“Mum…”

“Hear me out…” She cut in. “I am not going to collect any percentage from the payment. These are my old clients and they have not been patronizing me since
you absconded.”

“Absconded?” she opened her eyes.

“You abandoned me when I needed you most.”

“Come on mother,” she hissed, highly irritated. “You have been running this business for years. You do not need me.”

“Yes I do!”

She heard the high pitched voice of her mother.

“Mum, please, let’s drop it.”

“Beauty… please.”

“It is a good thing you called. I have been thinking, maybe I can work for you in another way.”

“How?”

“By running and managing your boutiques. Six of them.”

There was a moment’s silence at the other end of the line.

“Mum…”

“If you want to run my clothing business, then you must also be willing to attend to my clients.”

“No, I don’t sleep around anymore.”

“Everyone that work in my boutiques also attend to my male clients. Both businesses run together.”

“Then… then you have to separate it, constrain my job description.”

She heard the woman laughing.

“Mum, I am serious.”

“So, am I. You might be my daughter, but, I cannot break my own rules just to suit or pamper your conscience.”

“This is unbelievable,” she chuckled in anger.

“I will be waiting for your call, whenever you are ready. Think of what we can
achieve together. We used to rule this town back in the good old days.”

“Bye mother,” she cut the call and threw the phone on the passenger’s seat.

She shouldn’t have been surprised at her mother’s response to her request. The woman had not changed at all. She was still the same old witch. She started the car and drove to the pastor’s house. She parked the car outside the compound and walked in through the opened gate.

Pastor Mrs. Victoria allowed her in. “I have been expecting you. I made lunch
already.”

She followed the woman into the kitchen and met one of the Protocol department members seated at the kitchen table, swallowing lumps of semolina dipped in melon soup.

“Sister Edua, you came at the right time,” the young man waved at her.

“Brother Tosin, enjoyment minister, I can see you clearly,” she responded.

The guy started to laugh.

“Should I dish your food?” Pastor Victoria asked her.

She nodded quickly. She was already feeling hungry.

“My husband texted me earlier, he said your landlord is giving you problems.”

Edua chuckled. The pastor doesn’t waste time at all.

“You know you can move in with us,” the woman stared at her lovingly.

She folded her arms across her chest. “I know, but, I am used to having my own space.”

“Ehn… we have plenty space here. Five bedrooms to be exact.”

She started to laugh. “No. I want my own space.”

“I pray the landlord throw you out fast tomorrow,” she eyed her.

“Ah! Pastor Mrs. What sort of prayer is that?”

“I have said my own,” she walked to the gas cooker and opened one of the pots.

Edua shook her head and sat across from the young man.

“Where did you buy that your car?” Tosin said between mouthfuls.

“Who wants to know?”

“Me. Do you know if they sell second hand?”

“Why do you want a second hand car?” she observed him.

“I have been saving to get a good car, but, due to other financial responsibilities, I keep spending out of the money. I am afraid I might use up my entire savings without getting the car.”

“How much do you have now?”

“Seven-fifty.”

She began to shake her head. “I bought mine at triple the price you have just mentioned.”

He paled, “I know. I asked around.”

A thought ran past her mind. “But, I might be able to help you out.”

He brightened. “How?”

“You need a car, and I need cash urgently.”

The guy grinned from ear to ear.

“If I collect your seven-fifty, how much are you willing to balance me?”

He started to laugh, then cleared his throat. “Since, your car is still very fresh, I can still give you like two-fifty, in the space of fifty thousand per month till I
complete the payment.”

“Deal,” she stretched out her right hand. She smiled widely. She would be able to pay her rent and the other bills she was owing, stock her kitchen with foodstuff and still have enough to run around as she searched for a new job. She thanked God for creating the opportunity to foot her bills.

Tosin shook her hand with gratitude. He could imagine himself driving the car that very moment. One of his major prayer points had been answered.

Good morning great audience... the legendary shewrites has finally dropped chapter seventeen. She tried updating it herself here but it failed repeatedly.

To those who feel concerned about her well being... she is fine

To those who thought she has abandon the story... she has not

To those who feel bored and tag her inconsistent... she apologized

To those who conclude that she won't finish the story... she is gonna prove you all wrong.

In no time, she will be here sharing her trademark kiss and hugs. Xoxo

Who am I??
Just a friend and dedicated reader.

manuelFORBES:
@bolded. Its true he's not of any higher institute. We practically liv in d sam area.

**Nodding in acknowledgement**

I see.

I Just finished reading the story up to the latest episode...an I have this to say, a learner doesn't just pick up a pen and write something as lengthy, intriguing, and entertaining as this.

This is unarguably something inbuilt or inborn ... or should I put it this way? an untapped talent that the owner probably just discovered few months/years ago..

Yeah, it has been there all long but it just need someone, something, or an event to touch the right spot for it to explode...it did and COUNTLESS was born.

And what a story it was!
The literacy giants would attest to this even though they were hitch here and there screaming "I am a first timer"!

I won't be surprise if this story ends and he came up with another one.. capable of pulling the crowds in their thousands.

**Criticism**
I couldn't go as far back as episode one and read again in other to be able to give a full review but I base my criticism judging by what I could remember and most on the few months updates...

Even through the story hasn't been concluded yet, major characters in the story are forgotten totally or left completely in oblivion as the story wore on? It doesn't work that way and it is a no no no...however, I have this intuition that you have some surprise up your sleeve for your audience.

Every major characters in the story must be involved one way or the other in bringing the story to a grand conclusion unless we are looking at a PART 2 which at the moment appears highly unlikely!

Secondly, it seem the length of the story is beginning to take a toil on the writer that he sometimes fail to give fill description of the event probably afraid of prolonging the story (he smiled). Don't do that! No mater how long it takes, the audience can wait provide you are updating consistently when you should.




PFolar....did you say that Theblessedman claim that he is not a higher institution student (and temigurl and smartestpopqueen agreed with you) inspite of the words he made use of in writing this story which I could very much argue that it is not words used frequently by secondary school students to mingle?
Funny enough, either he is home schooled or he is probably the "BLESSED" man and a true son of sango as he calm.

You have got a beautiful story here.
I wonder if you have already completed elsewhere.

I would be interested in buying it.

Can we talk safarigirl

I would love to read most of these stories.. and I will buy it but I prefer to have them sent to my email .

Let's talk 07037163021 (whatsapp only)

Shewrites... never knew you had many stories to your name.

Ping me on whatsapp when you see this.
TiffanyJ you should too.



I actually know the above two writer here.. but other should also feel free to ping me too. I always buy if the story makes sense!
No offense.

Being a writer is not a bed of rose...
It might be easier narrating the story orally but to pick up that pen or key board and start typing or writing is a huge task itself whether you have a passion for writing it not.

*Psychologically ,mentally, physically, emotionally

*...lack of motivation both financially and orally

*....lack of inspiration or lost of it.

All these and many more are what many exceptional writers face daily in their bid to entertain their audience and in their ambition to improve their financial standing.

SMH... I may not have written any story yet but I recognize exceptional stories when I read one... I recognize a budding talent when I see one....i recognize an outrageous writer who might seem lost and is waiting for just that right word, event, etc to explode.

ElajRita?? This story is gonna pull the crowd... The story line so far even though it is short is pointing only at one direction...just One Direction... an extraordinary story if the writer doesn't derail. I can sense it strongly..

What am I even saying?
Why am I here?
My mission,huh??

Well it all sum up to one objective.. to bring the writer out if her shell.. to regnite her motivation and makes her come blazing with intriguing update that would keep every one at the edge of their sit refreshing this page repeatedly and consistently for updates.

I have one word for you ElajRita... Don't relent no matter your life challenges for you never knew which door would open and multiply your financial overflow...whether you are writing for fun or not.


Be persistent...
Can you do it??
Obviously, you Can!

**Best wishes in your Exams**

DancingSkeleton:
bro u got some point wrong e.g ur 2nd point. Mid last year in school i met a girl who was exactly like Sylvia as described by infant, she taught me how to strike a convo with a girl , how to keep it going and interesting. i learnt quite a lot of things from her and was is 2years younger than me


Then ur last point , bro uni girls aint ashame of asking if they know and see u are willing to pay for it

Really?? I see...

Point taken!

This sounds more like a true life story... and I like it that way.

But...

Facts were highly exaggerated.
Nine out of ten times, a lady who met you only on one occasion before in which she embarrassed you won't invite you to a dinner on the second meeting unless we are looking at a white lady.

A nigerian lady no matter how confident, exposed or experienced she is won't read the said Christian the way that lady did and then try help him overcome his shyness unless she is older than he is.

As far as alot of Nigerian ladies are concerned, stuffs like that only happen if they are familiar with you... it doesn't just happen after one meeting, it doesn't.

Finally, a university guy crying in the arm of a lady he is just having a second or perhaps third encounter with?? Those who have been to the university and graduated will agree that is is highly highly unlikely for such a thing to happen... are we looking at a 15years old guy or a 23years old guy??

Christian bought food for Kate and her friends and also paid for their take away... is he from a wealthy family?? Whatever the case is, I find it. absurd for a lady meeting a dude for the second time, while they are not dating and demanding he buy lunch for her and her friends plus take away..

This is an interesting story that would teach... I mean would go along way to help some guys becomes confident.. but exaggerating too much would still discouraged the shy.

Quiet entertaining...
Good job infant..
I am with you till the end.

Happy New Year in advance

Oyinprince:
Merry Christmas And A Prosperous New Year to you

Your ongoing work tarasha is spot on..

I gathered that you are still schooling or something like that.. so having time still to create such a masterpiece couple with the strenuous school activities is something worth acknowledging and applauding.

Happy New Year in advance!

ironkurtain:
Thanks man....even though u got my name wrong . Anyway i wish u merry xmas and a properous new year. And also hoping to entertain u more bro.

Ironkurtain... the one who wrote bloodline?

Believe it or not, you literally killed it there.
The audience were anticipating...
The critics were anticipating...
It was contagious...
It was outrageous!!

More inspiration next year.

As a first time writer, you already exceed expectations.

I have no time to analyze your new update and would probably read it again later.

Good job and thanks for the dedication.

Merry Christmas!!!

ozila:
thanks bro

Ozila the legendary witches and wizard specialist?

Of course I read it.
It was a captivating and intriguing adventure...

As at now, the mention of the name ozila always bring to mind witches and wizard.

You deserve more than just an applause!

EvaJael:
Awwwww honourable356. God bless you for us. I support you. God bless all the readers, writers and moderators here.
Honourable356, you've won a special place in my heart. Thank you so much

EvaJael.... Even through you have Just one story to your name so far that I have read..

But..

For a first timer to come up with such a story and ends it in tragedy is a crowd puller indeed... an impressive feat exposing your budding talent.

Who didn't notice?
Ask the literacy giants!!!

Honeydawealth:
Wow!! Honourable356.... U're such a darling... Wit this ur kind words, U're hearted man! U gat me blushing real good!!
Was wondering.... Why haven't u started any story yet because u're sooooo good wit words! Lol..... God bless u for admonishing our writers/entertainers.... Even me no fit write half of all u've written cos I lazy well well... Lol......
Lest i forget merry xmas and happy new year in advance..*hugs*

Amen to your prayer and thanks alot.

Me write a story? Mba..mba....i don't know when I would ever write one because I knew too well that I won't be able to update regularly at all.. and that is another reason why we should appreciate and encourage our writers here especially the ones who works or are into business or probably have something to do daily.

Having incomplete stories all over the literature section may discourage the right person who can make things happen from login there.

*Return hugs*
Have a great celebration.

kayo80:
Thanks for the appreciation. I really appreciate it.

Kayo80...i wonder how romantic you are in really life.

You are simply addicted to romance and it is no surprise that it suits you.

Continue with what you are good at.

SheWrites:
Thank you so much

Glad I was one of the writers that killed your boredom.

Compliments of the season *hugs*

...Never a dull moment reading your story. You don't even know that.. ,do you?? well, now I guess you do.

I wish I had the whatsapp contact of every one listed above.

Centino:
I appreciate your appreciation man. It's all we do this for

Centino ever wonder how many people with phones /laptops you have made laugh whenever you update ??

Who can comment in the midst of laughter??

They probably forgot to make the comment after being overwhelmed with laughter.

That is what happened behind the scenes whenever you update.

TiffanyJ:
We appreciate the fact that you read our stories and found them interesting. Good evening sir and season greetings in advance.

Comfort you are too much... if you already know that before,then know it again but this time from my mouth.

Bibi294 and BibiJ 123 are different person, right?? I never thought of that nor checked it since both are "BIBI".... but the one who wrote "Shadows of the green 1 and 2".... Is the one that I seek.

You are that good.
You are appreciated!

Sometimes last year, in the comfort of my bedroom watching TV quietly, I was bored like never before.. and yeah, you guess correctly the program I was watching didn't strike a nerve nor did it capture my attention...

Clubs football had already round up the season and are gearing up for pre season. So having visit every available sport site I could think off with my phone just to kill boredom, I decide to visit news site and came across nairaland after many attempts on other news sites. At first I didn't know how it works, few treads/news I open that day tells me stuffs I consider irrelevant.

Well, Comment came at the end of most news etc.. ouch many of them were immature comments, insulting comments and alot more were making mockery while other were funny.

Yea...! the perfect way to kill boredom.

I marvel at most comments and mentally thought of the person behind each comments, the audacity, the carelessness and lack of respect being spur here and there and also those who took almost everything personal.

"It is probably like facebook" ,I concluded.

Then I found myself visiting nairaland whenever I am less busy... this continued for days until I stumbled upon a story... "Silent seduction" by a certain fiyah.

I was impressed and got glued. Her choice of words, the plot, and more importantly her STORYLINE. It was well written and stucked a spot so difficult to erase... suddenly I couldn't find the story again, I search and search which lead me to discover many other things that I have been ignorant of.

I found that everything was divided into sections... family, education, literature, technology etc.. I then discovered one need to register and I did it accordingly.

Literature I have always been a fan of literature, so I got glued there... to this very day even through busy schedules won't allow me read ever stories there... I still plan to do that anyway.

Now, We have almost come to the end of this year... I believe now is the time to show my sincere appreciation to those who spent sleepless night ,work their brain off just to entertain us...i repeat just to entertain us all for FREE. (smiles...)

Well, forgive me if I don't spell your moniker properly or omit some words or numbers..

FIYAH
TIFFANYJ
ANGELSSS
LARRYSUN
SOLOMONBROWN
BIBIJ123
IRONKURTAN
CLASSCAPTAIN
VICTVAMES
EZE2000
SOULOHO19
GHOSTWRITTER
APOLLUX
PABON
PAMELAB
LESKY3
SHEWRITES
THEBLESSEDMAN
CENTINO
CHUMZYPINKY
OYINPRINCE
OZILA
KAYO80
PAULASPEARZ
EVAJAEL
SAFARIGIRL

*Moderator divepen1 I acknowledge you and your efforts*
*Honeydawealth **I say hi...

Yeah I read all your stories, complete and incomplete.. you have done enough to earn my admiration and respect. Too bad, none seem to reside in the same state that I am at the moment.

I might have missed few names though but I have this to say... May God Almighty who has been your number one inspiration... blessed you with talents continue to give you all an even more greater reasons to glorify HIM every day.

Don't relent... be determined for recognition and wealth would come.

We will meet there, You will see!!!

Merry Christmas and a prosperous New Year in advance.