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Ishilove: Hmmm, HBG...



Is Victor Obasola 'HIM'?? HIM is the Big Kahuna of this story.

well this thing is harder than I thought

I did my part.

*rolling eyes*

David's apartment

VICTOR MOBO OBASOLA. The man who would be stepping into Ibe's shoes at the Police Department. David had promised Sharon that he would drive her home but that didn't happen. After a long wait for the paramedics and the police squard to arrive, they were pretty wasted. David had offered to sleep to let Sharon use the spare room. The two had become really close...they were trying way too hard to hide their feelings for each other and acted like sixteen year olds.

"David when are you going to sleep? We have a long day tommorrow." Sharon called from the bedroom.

"Are you inviting me madam?"
David teased. Sharon didn't reply but came back to the living room, where David was busy working on his laptop. She curled herself at the corner of a small couch. It made her look smaller and the light from the table lamp illuminated her face and made her glow and look younger than her usual. David realised that make up really made her look older than her real age.

"There is a new fish in town from S.A, it will be taking Ibe's position at work." David said without looking up from his laptop.

"What's his name?"

"Victor Mobo Obasola. Ring a bell?"

"Not the name...but that last name rings a bell." Sharon said trying to remember where she had seen the name....her mind drifted to the day her father had had a problem with a medical student who had been careless when delivering a girl with Eclampsia and the patient had died. Mr Ojemen had been furious that he had made sure that the young man end up in jail and loose his licence.

"Shaz....." David woke her from the world of the dead. She looked up.

"What? Oh! Forgive me, that Obasola. The girl who died in the hands of a Med student who was working under my dad's supervision was Enike Obasola."

She got up and volunteered to make sandwitch, it was a little after midnight and she was too tired to eat anything when they arrived at David's pad. She had a shower and then hit the sack. She had woken up by midnight and realised that the living room light was still on.

David the workaholic

"I will be in the shower, then go to bed." David announced clearing his desk.

"But I was going to make snacks for two..." Sharon said trying not to show her dissapointment.

"Ok, will see if my tummy allows me to eat at this time." came the curt reply from David.

Sharon shivered thinking of how David looked when he looked at her, then she laughed softly to herself as she prepared the snacks. David's kitchen was spotless...he was the kind of a man she could settle down with.

Grow up, Sharon.... she oredered firmly. your too old to go nuts about a guy.

She couldn't help but laughed out loud at herself.

"Did you find anything amusing with my kitchen?" David asked, entering the kitchen and sniffing the air. "Smells like you made cheese toast?"

"Great!" She switched off the toaster. She had forgotten about the it totally. They ate in silence, David cleared up and washed the dishes.

"Your in a generous mood this morning Shaz." David broke the deafening silence.

"I have done some soul searching." She admitted. "I threw away a lot of emotional garbage today, and I feel lighter than thin air."

"Tell me more." David sat back, waiting for her highness to continue.

"Well, I made peace with my old man."

"I didn't know you were at war with him." His big eyes searching her face for a hint of emotion.

"I was, in a way. I blamed him for things that were of no consequence. When you love someone, you have no right to try to change him or her. You have to love him for what he is and not dwell on what he isn't ."

She glanced at him from beneath her lashes and saw that he was regarding her intently.

"Dad had a generous nature. He loved people and wanted them to love him, but he loved his job more than a soul. Most of the Med students had to work had to get his approval or else they wouldn't graduate. That made him an enemy of the young doctors in practice."

"What let to his death?"

"He was shot from a distance one day after work."

She took a deep breath to calm herself down.

"Somehow I knew that dad was shot by one of his enemies. Over the years I have been trying to connect the dots on how he died but I can't. I was in my NYSC practising Med when he died, I wasn't there but my mother narrated the story to me."

"Shaz, if its too painful..."

"No, its fine. " Sharon insisted, suprised that she did want to confide in him. She hadn't told anyone about her father, but she wanted to tell David. She had to tell him, and then, she knew, she would close the lid on the memories and move on to what was important. Freeing Lucan Ode.

"After Dad died, I dropped NYSC and applied for a Bachelor of Law at the University of Cape Town. I only came back home five years ago, my mother had passed on when I was at school in South Africa and I was left alone. Somehow I feel like my fathers old enemies are onto me. And this serial killings makes me shiver."

"Oh, dear." David took her hands into his. "So you went abroad because you didn't want to be your father's shadow anymore?"

Sharon nodded, wiping tears from her eyes. "I guess my father was doing what he thought was best for me, not realising that he was killing me inside." She covered her face with her hands and covered a wave of tears.

"You finished what your father had planted in you, you didn't throw it away. You just buried it, it came in handy yesterday and there is a possibility that I might need your medical expertise again."

David put his arms around his shoulders.

"I don't like what I did," she said shaken. "My behaviour was unforgivable."

"It is well dear." David pulled her up from the chair and walked with her to his bedroom. "Let's hope you will feel better in the morning. I think you should take it easy on Lucan's case. He is still uncontious so that gives us a little bit of rest. Don't over work yourself." He turned back the top sheet and helped her into bed, then tucked the sheet around her and kissed her forehead.

"Your exhausted."

"Your coming to bed right?" She asked, needing him beside her.

"Yes." He stripped off his clothes, turned on his ipod and played JOHN LEGEND's SHOW ME. making sure that the volume was low. Climbed his bed and wrapped his arms around her and letting her rest her damp face on his shoulder. "I hope the music will make you sleep. Its my remedy when I am feeling down."

Sharon closed her eyes and breathed in the clwan smell of his Ganier for men lotion. " I pray that one day, we will be able to laugh this season off. Especially Lucan."

"Let's not talk about work dear."

David closed his eyes trying not to think of his own past. He had been the lucky one among his peers, he had no enemies, no rich father to make decisions for him but still he had to protect everyone. Life was cruel.

Somehow he too finally fell asleep.

-Jacks home office-

Jack looked down at his horrified wife, he didn't quite get the place. His head was still throbbing with pains. Whatever it was he was given was working.

Eno tried to speak but her own words choked her. Her eyes drifted from the man's handsome face down to his lower tatooed torso. What an incredible view! she licked her lips at the thought of a hunk doing her. She looks back at Jack but his face told her a different story. The fact that her husband was strapped to his own office chair didn't bother her at all. She had no idea why she was there but she felt light and happy.

"Jack!"

He only lift his eyebrows but he looked too tired. He tried to move his feet but he couldn't feel them, he felt only his upper body.

"Baby are you ok?"

Eno asked trying to move but she couldn't feel her lower part of the body. She didn't know that she had been drugged.
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Bamo cautioned himself to be patient. He relaxed, letting his thoughts drift, but they did not drift to Koko or Ayodele. But to a beautiful nosy woman sitting infront of him, he saw her drooling at him but it was against his law of humanity to do a numb woman down there. He checked the time again. Fifteen more minutes before she recovers...it was worth the time. He pulled his bag from a nail on the wall, took out a syringe, which he filled it with Dianabol methandrostenolone and injects it on his right thigh.

He took out the second syringe and filled it with Somatropin and injects it on his left thigh, and enjoys the sensational burning that always accompanies the injections. He lies back on the hard cold tiled floor to wait for the chemicals to caurse through his veins. Very pleased with himself for his greatest achivements.

He was pleased because he had found Sharon Ojemen. The daughter of the late Doctor Osarogie Ojeman. He remembered the day so vividly. He could see every image as if the movie of his life was broken frame by frame, each picture stark and clear, colors brilliant and sharp. The day Judge Jackson Etim ruled in favour of the girl who died during the process of labour. Doctor O. Ojeman had argued that the medical student Bamo Oluwakose had induced General Anesthesia while he was supposed to use Regional Anesthesia on the patient since she already had Eclampsia. Bamo didn't follow the rules related to taking care of the patient and had also overdosed the patient. Bamo lost his medical practice licence and served ten years in prison, released on payroll and did community service for a year.

He was messed up for years, until he gained control of himself. Mustered his feelings and his life. Tears stopped and he opened his eyes. He wiped away the residue and got up.

He had a plan of venreance against the one who hurt him the most, and a list of conspirators. He took out his grinder and walked towards Jack and Enoh Etim.

thirteen years later...Ikoyi Estates

The rain had just stopped when Victor Mobo woke up, he had been sleeping the whole morning. The fresh smell of salty water from the beach brought a satisfied smile on his lips. He looked about the room, the newly painted walls reminded him that he was home.

Home

Yes he was home...where there were only two seasons, where the was no Winter nor Automn. Just the hot dry season and the cold wet season and that's all. He was accustomed to the climate in S.A he had forgotten how hot Nigeria was. He got up and turned on the shower. He showed like he was getting rid of the dirt that piled up on him while he was away.

Victor Mobo Obasola had been away far too long. Ten years had passed him by. He had resigned two months ago from being the Head Commissioner at the Nigerian High Commission In Pretoria South Africa. He had served his sentence abroad, just like a prisoners; they get convicted, serve their time and come back for revenge.

like sea waves in a raging sea. He had fumed but with time had learned how to deal with his worst fear; his enemies.
Like the old saying;

keep your friends close but keep your enemies close.

He had no other intention but to keep them all close, a social web where he could monitor each and everyone one of them without their knowledge.


"Daddy, there is someone at the door for you."

Halle called her father from the hallway. Eversince they got home, Halle had been too busy with the maid. She followed the maid everywhere and had slept at the servants quaters outside the main house.

The Igbo girl Anah was also happy to hear Halle's stories about South Africa. Victor Mobo was happy that his daughter had a female figure to talk with. He knew she was approaching a crucial stage of her life where she would need a female figure in her life.

Ever since the day he held Halle into his arms; he had made a vow to give her the best in life which was her happiness and to love her unconditionally, regardless of her flaws. Even if it meant giving up his own life for her.

"Who is it? Were we expecting someone? We have only a day here!"

Victor Mobo opened his bedroom door by an inch and poked his head out teasing his daughter, who frowned, and formed a pout with her small lips. Her face formed a heart like shape which always made Victor laugh at her, they both burst out laughing.

"My angel, tell Freddie to keep the visitor downstairs. I will call when I am ready."

Halle nodded and waved goodbye to her father. Victor Mobo frowned at the way Halle walked, he had never noticed that she sometimes walked like him. To be frank the girl looked like him, her lean frame, wide forehead with the hairline that left only three frown lines between the hair and eyebrows, big eyes, long narrow chin, small pointy nose and cuvy full lips. She resembled him even when she walks?

He waved her off and closed the door behind him. He remembered he had missed training session; a man has to look fit even at fifty five. He was indeed a well build man, whom young girls drooled over him because of his flat firm tummy and hard toned biceps.

Victor Mobo always had his head shaved, he liked it bald and always made sure he has no trace of a single bead on his face. Last night a young man had approached him at the Airport asking him to sign an autograph. The young man got dissappointed when he came closer and realised that Victor wasn't Stepthen Keshi. He was just a civil servant.

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Victor Mobo checked his reflection in a mirror and smiled before calling the gateman to send the guest up. Few minutes later Cathy was at the door, he opened the door for her and closed it behind him.

They exchanged pleasantaries and sat side by side at the couch facing the window. Victor had chosen the view so that he could keep an eye on Halle and the activities running down the main gate. Even though he had installed a tracking device on Halle's wrist watch; he felt like he had to see her all the time. Especially since they landed in Lagos the previous night. He had more enemies in the country than he had abroad.

"You look ravishing my dear." Victor complemented Cathy. She smiled and murmured a weak thank you. She was still good looking, had managed to mantain her weight after three children. He thought with a satisfying smile. In fact he she was about the prettiest woman after his wife and daughters that is. It wasn't so much her looks- although they were picture perfect- but it was the way she conducted herself. So proud and spirited. She was smart and independent, he liked that. In fact he liked everything about Cathy except her razor tongue and wicket temper. If she didn't marry her late husband, he would have had given her the opportunity to be mrs Obasola

He grinned at the thought. He wanted to get back his life and eliminate his obstacles and Cathy was a free ticket.

"Why did you come back Victor? I thought this task was mine?" At last, Cathy had gathered enough strength to talk to Victor. He hadn't been very friendly in their past dealings.

Victor Mobo smiled at her. " I have been offered Ibe's position and I thought it was time Halle came home." Cathy was watching his lips move like a death person reading the speaker's lips. He realized and added annoyed;

"And to finish up what I started, you have played your role but not in a way I had expected you to."

He moved from his seat and lit a cigarette.

"You can't take Ibe's old job!" Cathy retorted. "You killed him and you think it will be ok to just pick up where we left off? What about Tracy?"

Victor strode across the room back to where they had been seating. he ran his fingers on Cathy's shoulders, then kissed her forehead. He looked at peace with himself. A kindness came into his eyes and that frightened Cathy more than Ayodele did before they killed him.

"I want to take control of the situation. The killings have to stop, Ayodele wasn't suppose to die until he had served his purpose." Victor Mobo said

Cathy stared at him for a long time before she shook her head.

"He had to die, he knew too much. He had Halle's pictures in his belongings, he knew Koko was his father and he also knew Tracy was his half sister."

She looked pale

"So that gave you the go ahead to kill him? And of all people you send Bamo to do it? Ayodele didn't know that Bamo was his half brother. "

Victor Mobo sat down and took Cathy's hands into his. Cathy forced a smile

"What about Lucan?" She asked starring at the ceiling, avoiding Victor Mobo's gaze. "Are you going to kill him? He is fighting for his life...please Vic?" She pleaded with him.

"I will not kill him, I want everything back to normal. I don't strike my enemy when he is down. I have settled Koko's score, he was murdered by his sons, the other plotting while the other roasted him...." He spoke in a halting way.

It pained him to think about Koko. He never understood what it was his wife saw in that man, or any other women he dated.

Koko and his protruding belly.

His love for money and children all over the place like Aids in South Africa. He had so many times wondered how the man does it. He had provided for her but she still ran after him. Serves them both right that she had died but he had felt pity and resentment for little Enike who didn't understand anything. Enike was just a year when her mother started running after Koko and died when the girl was almost two. How on earth was he to raise a female child whose mother was a LovePeddler?

"Are you ok?"

"Yea."

"So your taking Ibe's position?"

"Yes, anything else?"

"Yes."

"What?"

"Will you ever tell Halle?"

"Soon."

"Ok."

Neither of them said very much more and after a while Cathy left. Victor Mobo took out his Ipad and logged in.

The world is a platform to the human race. Every man and woman is allowed an entrance free of charge but the stage is crucial and the exit is not always a witty one."

-Him

He didn't wait for the usual, he logged out and called Halle in.

CHAPTER TEN

FOR OLD TIME'S SAKE

WRITTEN AND SUBMITTED BY

HUMBLEDBYGRACE

Thirteen years ago...Ikoyi Estates

The pleasant morning sunshine descended like an amber shower bath on Lagos Island, that stately home of Obalende which so adorns the Estate of Ikoyi, lightening up with a heartening glow its ivied walls, its rolling parks, its gardens, outhouses and messuages and its inhabitants as chanced at the moment to be taking the salty air from the Atlantic Ocean.

It fell on green lawns and wide terraces, on noble palm trees and bright flower beds. It fell on the bare skin of Enike Obosola, the daughter of a successful widowed business man Victor Mobo Obasola.

Enike stood infront of her floor to ceiling wall mirror, her stamach was not bulging like most nine month pregnant ladies. It didn't give her out and went quite well with her thin body frame. The gods were really with her as her father, had no glue she was expecting.

She had argued with herself on what to do about the baby and had finally came to a not so fluttering conclusion. She would beg her father if she could visit her mother's people in Ghana. Then she would have a baby there and give leave it with her grandmother untill she was done with NYSC.

She sighed and trudged back to her bed. Her long neck poised a serious, quiet face, and her small black eyes never seemed to gaze outward, but inward. Guys never looked at her directly, they always had to look at her when she wasn't looking. She threw herself on her four poster bed, and picked up the novel she was reading the previous night.

The book brought back memoirs of the person she was trying to forget...her baby daddy. Enike had met him at the Independence day celebration at college nine months ago. He had just received a standing ovation for a wonderful speech about the country's security over the past years.

For a twenty three year old Nubian queen like her, it was hard to get boys off her back and the guy was no exception. He had proved to her that he was after her looks, it was like he had made some kind of a bet with his friends about getting her laid because he had winked at a guy who had nodded knowingly when they were making their exit at the campus hall.

The following morning she had woken up with a hangover, next to the guy she didn't even know his name, they had never met before the celebrations.

"Are you not going to be late for lectures?"

He had asked absent minded, picking up their clothes on the floor and tidying up his room. Enika had got up and excused herself, she never met him after their wild passionate night. A month later she missed her period, went for a pregnancy test which sealed her irrisponsibility certificate. She had been too hurt to ask him his name, he had shown no interest in her afterall. One of her many reasons why she didn't try to find him, it was a humiliating situation.

As for her father; he was too busy to notice that his daughter was not okay, he never had time for her. All he knew was to pamper her with gifts; expensive cars, designer clothes and shoes and latest gadgets.

Enike concluded that her father send her to school because he had no better idea of what to do with a female child.

She opened her half closed eyes but couldn't see anything, she was covered by an effiable darkness.

"Daddy!" She shrieked, confused and scared. "Daddddddy..." She added. She heard the door opening, it was her father.

"Enike, why are you shouting so early in the morning?" Her father roared.

"Dad,"

"Yes?"

"I can't see you." Enike's own words choked her, tears welling down her cheeks. She could feel her father moving towards her on the bed.

"Baby, is there something you need to tell me?" Mr Victor Mobo Obasola asked his bewildered daughter.

"Please don't scowl at me dad."

"I promise baby."

Enike narrated her one night stand story to her horrified father, she passed out before she could tell her father the name of the boy who was responsible.

Not that she knew him anyway.

Enike died five hours later at GOLD CROSS HOSPITAL . She had suffered ECLIMPSIA and the Doctors were not able to ressuruct her from coma after the birth of her daughter. They explained to Mr Victor Mobo Obasola that Enike had been at high risk as her mother had suffered it too.

Eight days later the Ikomo celebration was held at the Mobo Obasola household. Family members from across the boarders came to rejoice and grieve with Victor for his loss and the welcoming of a new life into his home.

The baby was named Igitioluwotilaiye Banjoko Halle Obasola.

kanechimex: i did not give orders, HBG, i jux made an observation

ayt

Ishilove: I guess we all have our weaknesses.

When we do not guard the windows of our soul, I.e, our eyes, we let in filth that pollutes our minds and allows the devil exploit those weaknesses. Chilo became addicted to self-servicing because she did not guard her heart diligently. Prince did some damage, and she allowed her sensuality complete the damage.

I know....I have seen it happen, I could have written my own, but its fit for my readers down here.

Somewhere a girl like Chilo is crying for help and this will release the shackles on her tomernted soul.

Great job Ishi

@ Mazi; I can't confess to something m not guilty of

kanechimex: see, no one should go on strike oh..if not, i go just vex complete each story myself#just joking#
anihow,d colabo stuff is nice..and i think d nxt writer should explain Lucan's dream..

@ bolded...when did you start giving orders on what to write about?

[quote author=Mazi_Omenuko]Someone get my bi-convex lens!!! Did HBG write those? Oh my word!! Firstly, ishi ventured into po.rn, now HBG is asking for the real 'thing'.

Choi!!![/quote]the missionary stuff wud do her good, the girl is filthier than a girl who gets laid and runs from it onwards.

Better paul and the twins....or a deliverance from tb Joshua

My opinion

Someone call me wen the girl has stopped tomenting herself with roll ons...the real thing is

And might do her good