ok

Well done bro

Nice update

TheBlessedMAN:
yes sir. It wil be okay very soon. T.D.A wil be back. That i promise.

Thank God you're bk

Can anybody help me with Mr Darous Number

I became a Nairaland Member also because of this Part 1 Story

YoungBruzzy:


Like you joined nairaland because of this story That's If I can get you very well..
Sorry pls, were you refer to this site by someone because I don't know how its possible for you to see this story when you are not on NL before.

TheBlessedMAN:
HELLO EVERYONE, Hello my wonderful readerz, hello to the amazing people that pushed me to this stage in my life, its me, TBM.

I'm aware, i knw fully well that no amount of words can justify the reason 4 my absence. But all i can do is to start by saying 'i'm very sorry'. T.D.A will be back, that i guarantee. I just need to get my life back on track first and everything wil b fine. I promise that this story wil never be abandon.

I want to thank the wonderful people that av stood by me through this dark period. Tiffanyfan, Adesina, obinna, manuelforbes, smartestpopqueen, temigurl, toluxad, mr ayodeji, grandma shade, chioma maryjane, lightqueen, faithubah, adenike, walexy, femziecarlos, iphupha, menwongo, my boss, LARRYSUN and countless others that i can't mention. I want to say thanx 4 giving me more reasons to still want to live. I app all. Thanx and jah bless. I will be back.



THEBLESSEDMAN

Thank God for having back
May Almighty God give you reasons to smiles and take you back to the higher level IJN

MR Darous

Hope all is well

What a great work done

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Well done bro
More Knowledge

What a great story!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nice work bro

Vitiligoforlife:
At the rate this story is going, it will finish by May 31st 2023 with buhari 2nd term

Hahahahaha

Let the Count DOwn Begin


@TBM

TheBlessedMAN:
If you haven't read the part 1, please don't read this one without doing so.

Anyways, here is the link to COUNTLESS part 1.

https://www.nairaland.com/3696077/countless-story-sex-betrayal-vengeance

Bro, i can see your hard work and i've learnt some lessons from your story Part 1
I pray God will answer your silent and inner prayers and grant all your heart desires more than your expectations
Stay Blessed

Joshudinho

Mr Darous Emmanuel, Thanks for this story i love it. May God continue to give you more knowledge, and at the end of the story i feel sorry for Darous, i pity him. It's a good lesson for us all. It's privilege to be part of this story.
Thank you.

Mr Darous Emmanuel,
I like to think I appreciate things. In fact one of the things I'm comfortably settled on in this life is the value of appreciation in all i do, appreciation for all i have, for the world around me, and for that matter, for things I"m yet unaware of.
In that aspect i will say thank you for sharing your knowledge with us, I've learn and gain a lot from your story.
I always take my time to check for your updates
I became a member of NairaLand All because of you
The Lord will bless your hustle, enlarge your coast and enrich your pocket.
To those that are criticizing this man, you all should try something good with your life better than you criticizing others that are doing it.
God Bless TBM

@Joshudinho

Wow! Bro, you are too much

I really love the Story and your update

I gat many lessons

You are too much bro

May God continue to bless and enrich you wisdom

Joshudinho_Cares

iamnavy1:



Update

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solomonnyong81:


this one no do you?

You mean?
I didn't get you

[quote author=TheBlessedMAN post=69398956]Happy sunday guys. Am sorry for the delay in update. Mtn network has been funny this days. Apart from that, I flashed my phone last week and Episodes 136 and 137 were flashed alongside it. So I had to start typing again. But am back now. Countless issa go.

Thanks to everyone that voted for me. I appreciate you guys.

Bluehaven, I sight you boss. You are appreciated.

FaithUBAH70, you are an angel. Thanks for being there.

For readers of Countless, like my page on Facebook. Search on Darousmart Library. Like the page and you are online with COUNTLESS TO THE END.

Because very soon, plagiarist will have no chance to copy my story again. Thanks all.



136. COUNTLESS.


I can't really say, maybe everything that has been happening and still happening to me since a day ago are results of the oath I swore at Aunty Comfort house, seeing as the recent occurences correlates perfectly with the consequences that Aunty Comfort and Mr Akogun said will happen to us if our marriage was in anyway based on lies or a small fraction of deceit.

My total belief in the charmi-stic necklace Mr Ifa gave me was what gave me the confidence of taking that risk-ful oath in the first place. But as things are panning out now, I can't help but think about that possibility also.

Or may be they are just plain results of my own wayward life.
Someone once said everything that goes around, comes around, probably this is how am going to pay the price of everything I've done in the past.

How I wish I can take it all back. The nature of despair and depression I was experiencing at that dark moment of my life was too hard on me.

The feeling of losing my face in the midst of people that once loved me was just too depressing.

The text I got from Nike, have all but confirmed my earlier suspicion. She has find out. The content of her text reads as thus;

'I dare you to pick that call. You this ba*stard. I have always known you to be a liar and a shameless pusea slave, but I never knew you are also a murderer.
After impregnating our mother and leaving her to die, you still had the guts to come back to marry my sister? Don't you have any dignity nor shame atall? Once again, I dare you to pick that call or step foot in this place again.
If you know whats best for you, you will forget ever having a child and a wife. You will walk away and run mad or go and kill yourself or else I will kill you myself. We are all better off without your shameless presence, especially my sister. You this bast*rd son of a thousand fools.'

There's no need explaining to you how I felt after reading those text.

Her text only speed up my intention to kill myself. She doesn't have to tell me what to do, I already know that leaving my wife and child is the best thing I can do for them.

Then going by what Joke herself said to me on the day her mother died, suicide is the final answer.

Her statements are still vivid in my mind.

When I'd asked her what she will do when they eventually find Chris's father, she said and I quote, "that would be the day that bast*rd kisses this world goodbye. The day I see the face of that bast*rd that ran away after impregnating my mother? heaven will weep on that day."

So in that wise, you can understand the reason why suicide seems like the only sensible option out of this mess I got myself into.

The virus of depression have entered my life, and the only way to get rid of it is to #Japa from this world.

I sat down on the bed and began to think of how best to kill myself without much pain.

Hanging suicide was the first idea that crept into my depressed mind.

Without giving it a second thought, I rose up hastily and marched quickly towards the store room. I searched frantically around and I count myself lucky to find a strong rope.

Satisfied with the rope I found, I headed back to my room. I positioned a plastic chair under the ceiling fan and begin to attach the rope to it.

After 3mins, I'd sucessfully tie the rope to the ceiling fan's rotor.

I smiled at myself for a job well done. For finally getting the chance to bid this world a goodbye.

"shango, get yourself another child o. This child of yours is tired of this stu*id world and its moderating agents....don't cry for me o, cos na heaven I dey go. A place where my mummy's pastor once said there will be no weeping nor sorrow. No karma nor fate. A place where rolling with angels will be eternal. Am going there as a seven months old virgin.

Am going there on a Sunday. A day wey bible say Gawd dey rest. Technically, he will be too tired to sit on the judgement throne. He will be too tired to judge me.

He will just tell his angels to first let me rest in the bossom of Mr Abraham before they take me to my own apartment. But wait o, that Bossom of Abraham go don full o, with the billions of people wey don dey rest there. Well, maybe its not really Abraham's chest they are referring to. Maybe The Bossom of Abraham is just a very big Hotel named after the legendary Abraham- the father of Isaac and Ismael.

Wow! Heaven will be fun! I will ask the angels to take me to the new estates in heaven. By this time tomorrow, I will no longer be eating all this toxic earthly foods. I will be eating a delicious Manna from the official kitchens of heaven! Wow! I will finally be free! My nationality will change for ever. I will no longer be a Nigerian. I will finally become a Heaven-rian.

Shango! Update! Your papa! Heaven issaa go!

Darous, May your handsome soul rest in perfect peace.

To hell with earth and its b!tches! Ahahahahahahahah!"

I laughed out hysterically at the weird thoughts that were streaming the veins of my depressed mind.
I picked my phone and switched it off. I don't want any phone call to disturb me on my memorable journey to heaven. In fact, I don't want a situation whereby the angels will tell me to go back to earth and receive my call. I don't want anything earthly to disturb me at all.

I dropped the phone and proceeded towards where the plastic chair and the rope were waiting for my neck.

I climbed the chair and grabbed the rope.

I released a long breath with my mouth and placed the round knotted rope across my neck.

I took a final survey across the room and prepared my mind for whats to come.

There's no going back. No second thoughts. No doubts. This is the moment I need to have strong faith in myself. I need to believe I can do it. Sure I can kill myself. Its my life and no one else's.

I have the right to kill myself. No one can deny me that. Not my wife, not her snitching sister, not Chioma, not Beatrice, not Lovelyn, not Bianca, not Bela, not Jessica, not Jide, not Lewis, not Efe, not Collins, not Aunt Comfort, not my mother, not....not, my mother, my...my mother! Ah, my mother! Won't I call her and tell her goodbye at all? She brought me into this world right?, isn't it right that she should know when am leaving?

I contemplated on that decision for more than three minutes while the rope was still across my neck. All that was left for me to do is just to make use of my legs for the last time and kick away the plastic chair and everything will be over.

But this thought of calling my mother is the one thing standing between me and that task.

No doubt, my mother will be destroyed when she hears the tragic news, but then I will still be saving her the eternal embarrasment of finding out about my wayward life. Nike might be crazy and all, but am sure she will never tell my mother about my relationship with Chris. Joke will not allow her. Sure they will want to protect my child from that scary truth.

Technically, my death would bring calmness and order to everyone.

This is definitely the best thing I've ever done with my head. Not calling my mother is the best decision I ever make.

But before I die, let me pay my mother my last respect.'

I removed the rope from my neck and stood at a firm attention on the plastic chair.

I started thinking of how best to respect her but couldn't find any.

I decided to take a last visit to the gawd of thunder's residence for answers and I was glad when he sent an idea to my head.

I gave him a mental thumbs up. I opened my mouth and began to sing.

"who sat and wash my infant head, when sleeping on my cradle bed, and tears of che....hun hun...hun..." I still don't know the remaining parts of that song. Even shango self no sabi am, so I just hun hun hun the remaining and ended it with "mmmyyyy motherrr!"

I saluted her three times and resumed to the task at hand.

I sighed after my neck has entered the rope.

I slammed my eyes shot with the hope of never opening it again except on the way to heaven. I started counting down from 3 and got ready to kick away the chair.

3..2..1...1 and a half.....1 and a quarter....1 and itself,.....1 standing alone,.ze....ze.....ZERO!

At the mention of Zero, I kicked away the plastic chair.
The rope tied around my neck very fast than I'd envisage.
My lungs tightened from its effect and breathing became excruciatingly difficult.

Veins appeared all over my body and coughing was calling but the rope around my neck hindered me from picking its call.

To cough? I wanted it so badly but there was no way. I didn't know hanging by rope is this agonizing.

My weight was pulling at the rope but the rope wasn't ready to let me go. The rope was probably thinking it was doing me a favour by refusing to let me fall down, but little did it know that, I would do anything to be able to fall down again.
The pain was too much. I couldn't breathe anymore. All I could do was just to gag.

At that moment, I began to regret my decision to die by hanging. Its plain stupidity.
The pain was too much.

Apparently, during that short agonizing moments, I started doing everything possible to disengage myself from the stubborn rope.
I tried lifting myself up, but the little strenght available couldn't do it. I tried wriggling myself out but the stubborn rope won't free my neck.

Calling for help is out of option. Even if my vocal cord wasn't pinched down by the pharaoh-tic rope, the nearest neighbour is kilometers away (as the house is located in a sparsely populated area).

A good thing the rope and depression hasn't squeeze out the remaining brain in my head. A brilliant idea crept into my mind.

I withdraw from fighting with the rope and was happy when I saw that the fan's blade are still within arms lenght. So I gathered the remaining strenght in me and lift myself up till my hands touched a blade. I used my right hand to hold on to the fan's rotor and used the left to disengage the rope from my neck.

You never can guess how relieved I felt after landing.


TBC
[/More Knowledge to your sangolic head]

Wow! Thanks for the Update Bro

I nominate TheBlessedMan


TBM

[color=#990000][/color] @TBM your post makes me Join NairaLand
Have been reading your story since Last year
I join the chemistry + the Physics of your brain together with biology to locate the Geography of your brain
I couldn't find any all I could find is that you are just The Blessed Man
That is blessed with lots of Knowledge
I hail you o
May the Lord continue to Water the Garden of Your Knowledge
Joshudinho_Cares

TBM