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AryEmber:
Saffari girl? SokoDobo? Kayo80? All these people are not there? Well, we are all entitled to our opinion sha

I really appreciate the mention. Thanks.

Culin:
My favorites and top 9 in no particular order. SokoDobo, Sosa993, Gianaaaaaa, Soloho19, Silver1996, Centino, Kayo08, Tiffany J, Whizkidefe.

Thanks for the mention.

Chapter 12

After Frank narrated the whole ordeal to her, it was her turn to appear stunned. The room seemed to spin around and around, and she felt nauseated. She sat still, shocked for a while then she jumped out of bed all of a sudden and started picking her belongings from different corners of the room. “Was Scarface there?” She asked as she swung her bag across her shoulder and put her phone to her ear.
“Who?”
“The big tall guy with the nasty scar on his face…was he there?” She was speaking faster than usual now.
“Pascal?”
“Yes.”
“Yes. He was there. We would have been killed if it wasn’t for him.”
The person she was calling didn’t pickup, and with shaky hands, she put her phone in her handbag and hurried out the room.
“Wait.” Frank said as he rushed after her. She was by the front door when he got to the living room, and she reluctantly turned around slowly with a lost look on her face.
“What if the Assassins come back at night to kill me and Fatai?” She said as she let go of the door handle and sat on the couch closest to the door.
“Trust me, no one is coming back to do anything. What we have to worry about…” Frank was saying and then stopped to clear his throat before continuing with, “What we need to worry about right now is what Fatai would do to us.”
She sighed. Without looking at him, she asked, “Did you tell him anything?”
“No. He showed me a picture of you, and when he saw the look on my face, he asked if I knew you.”
“And?”
“And the assassins opened fire on the car. I didn’t have time to answer his question.”
“Then I don’t think there is a problem.”
“Kiki, your husband is not dumb. He would have put two and two together.”
“He would probably think we had something together before he met me. Fatai would never believe I would actually cheat on him.”
“But why, Kiki?”
“Why what?”
“Why did you do it?”
“I’m sorry. I guess I was really selfish. I just wanted to feel alive.” She was saying then stopped to look up at him. “I wanted to be like the female characters in your novels.”
“Mmm!”
She smiled at him before saying, “I know it sounds childish and stupid, but if you are in my shoes, you might see reason to why I did it.”
“So…where did you think it would lead to?”
“Honestly I didn’t think that far.”
“Mmm.”
The room got quiet for a while before Frank broke the silence with, “Has he called you at all today?”
“No. He sent me a text message a few minutes ago asking how I was.”
“That’s all?”
“Yes. And I replied with that I was fine and would be home in a few hours.”
“Mmm.”
“I got to go now.” She said and got up from where she was sitting. He walked behind her as she stepped out the door, and she turned back to face him. “I don’t think it would be wise to walk out your door with me right now.”
“Okay.” He said and stood there, staring at him. She leaned in and gave him a kiss on the lips, turned around and walked out the door.

Chapter 11

Kiki had been too engrossed in the movie and didn’t hear him come in till he coughed and made her jump. “Freaking Bleep, Frank.” She said out loud as she cleaned off the drink that had spilled on her blue floral blouse. “You scared the shiit out of me.” She added with a chuckle. She stopped what she was doing to look at him for a few seconds before saying, “What’s wrong? You look...perplexed” He didn’t say anything back. He just stood there, leaning on the room door, staring at her.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He finally said.
She looked at him confused for a few seconds and then sighed. “I’m sorry, Frank.” She said and bowed her head in shame. “You wouldn’t have wanted to be my friend if I did.” The room was quiet for a few seconds before Kiki continued with, “So…how did you find out?”
With a funny smile on his face, Frank shook his head a few times before saying, “You have put me in deep shit, Kiki.”
“Does he know?”
Frank didn’t respond to her question, but kept looking at her till the smile on his face disappeared and he asked, “How much of what you told me is true?”
“Well…I’m not a call girl. I never was. I was there that night because I was the one that suggested that he use you for his biography, so I knew he was meeting you.” She looked up at the ceiling for a while before adding, “Every other part is true. I’m an orphan that returned to Nigeria from UK to escape sexual abuse from my adopted father. I was working at a bar Fatai frequented a lot back then. That’s how we met.” She stopped to look up at him from where she sat, wanting him to say something. When he didn’t, she continued with, “He was trying to polish his English at the time, and got attracted to me because of my British accent. We started talking, and I suggested he start reading novels and watching American movies.” She stopped to clear her throat and take a sip from her drink. “He did all that but believed his English would improve faster if he spent time with me. So, he started taking me out on dates, to different places, and we would just talk, and talk all day. He learnt pretty fast.” She said with a lost look on her face for a while before adding, “Then we fell in love. Or so I thought.”
“What do you mean?” Frank asked, appearing to really be engrossed in her story now.
“Fatai is a great guy and all, but he is a chronic womanizer.”
“Mmm!”
“I think I wouldn’t have minded much if he saved some loving for me too.” She said and took another sip from her drink before adding, “It would have been bearable if he at least had sex with me.”
“What?”
“Frank, in the two years we have been married, he has never had sex with me once.”
“Are you for real?”
“Yes.”
“Wait, what of when you were dating?” He asked and she shook her head. “That’s strange. Didn’t you talk to him about it?”
“Well, at first I thought he was gay and married me as a cover, till I found out about his numerous girlfriends.”
“You went through his phone?”
“Nope; that’s not my style. One of his girls approached me”
“That’s interesting. What did she want?”
Kiki smiled before saying, “Actually, she is the one you would have gone home with that night.” Frank looked lost, and Kiki added, “The night we met…outside the club.”
“Oh!”
“That was busty Sarah; my confidant. She informed me about one of Fatai’s girl’s that was plotting to take my spot, and…” Kiki stopped talking and sighed before continuing with, “That’s a story for another day. Anyway, Sarah told me Fatai had done some sort of Juju that prohibited him from sleeping with me, his wife.”
“But he could sleep around?”
“Yea.”
“That’s some weird jazz.” Frank said and started laughing, and laughing. When Kiki looked at him wondering what was really on his mind, he said, “It’s funny that I’m here relaxed, listening to your story when I was almost killed a few hours ago.”
“What?”

4-5 short chapters to go.

Chapter 10

Kiki had dozed off shortly after Frank left. She was awoken by the constant sound of gunfire from the movie showing on the TV. She rolled over in bed to grab her phone by the nightstand. There were no missed calls or messages, and the screen showed it was 19:25. She thought it would be later as it felt like she had been sleeping for hours. She got out of bed and headed to the bathroom.

She turned on the tap and threw water on her face a few times. With hands on the wash hand basin, she stared at herself in the mirror, thinking of how she would tell Frank the truth and how he would handle it. She sighed after a while, bent over, got water in her mouth, gaggled a few times and spat in the wash hand basin.

She stopped by the kitchen on her way back to the room and rummaged through the freezer for a few seconds before coming up with an ice cold bottle of Bigi Cola drink. For many years, Pepsi had been Coke’s main competition in the country, but it seemed like Bigi Cola had edged out Pepsi out of that number two position and even gunning for the numero uno spot.

Back in the room, she got in bed and opened her drink as she settled back to watch TV. She picked up the remote control and was about to change the channel when a scene in the movie showing on TV caught her attention; a bunch of soldiers with guns raised were walking hundreds of people through the streets. A little kid who couldn’t have been more six years old broke out of the file unnoticed and ran to the back of a building. He hurried into a back building, entered a big hall, pulled a plank up from the ground to reveal an underground compartment. There were about half a dozen kids hiding there, and they told him angrily to go and find another hiding spot as the place was filled. He put the lid back on the spot, and ran over to a large piano, lifted the top part, and met the same fate. He left the place quickly and ran to through a few rooms, till he got to a dark room. He lifted up a plank on the floor of an elevated part of the room and jumped in without hesitation. In there was shit, up to his chest. He was in a septic tank with three other kids.
The scene disturbed Kiki so much and she checked the movie details. Schindler’s List was the title of the movie, and it starred Liam Neeson in a lead role. It was a movie about the Holocaust. A movie Kiki had had on her list of movies to see for so long. She sat up in bed and turned up the volume.

I'm still thinking of how Nigerian authors can become millionaires.

Evajael just shared a short concept story with me. Wow! I was blown away. It is different, and the concept is something that could only come from the mind of a deep thinker. She is super talented. I wish there were functioning publishing houses in Nigeria to push talents like her and the others on this forum to the world.

Yea, so I'm calling out Evajael to come and drop a story here.

I'm going to go down as THE most successful Nigerian author of my time.

rachealfst:
How on earth did I miss this wonderful story! since 2016 fa... Wow!
Well.....I'm not surprised it's from kayo80. Great work bro, more inspiration in Jesus name.

Amen. Thank you.

toyhin123:
Av always known u to be a superb writer, this is also a great work u've got here. Welldone kayo80.

It's been a while, so good to read one of ur stories again.

Thanks for the compliment. I really appreciate it.

Seunvense:
This is a very interesting piece I must confess

I have read some of your other stories and they are nothing short of excellence

Kudos sir!!!

Thanks.

MissWrite:
This is great. Freedom is for the brave; you have to take it. As for Susan; once the cage is open, it is another task entirely to liberate the mind. There are chains there too.

I like the fact that you used Chickens.

But somehow, I couldn't help feeling sorry for Peter. I hope that he won't discover that freedom can be lonely sometimes. You have it and then you have to decide what to do with it. Many end up running back into their cages. I hope he finds many adventures in the wild.

"I hope that he won't discover that freedom can be lonely sometimes. You have it and then you have to decide what to do with it. Many end up running back into their cages."

This is so true on many levels.

carloz685:
I no go lie for you the writers her are awesome.... Especially our big Bros kayo80... I've read silent seduction that story is one in a million... There are others written by bibijay123 repogirl divepen Lemuelirabor and others... Rachealfst Evajael shewrites bukkywrites and more.....

Wow! Thanks a million. Comments like this keep me writing. I wish I could write a complete story every month...i try to, but life happens. I will get back to my unfinished story before the end of the month.

Chapter 9

The brain is a magnificent organ. In times of danger, it could speed up its process to ten times its normal capability. In the split second it took the bullets from the AK 47 rifles to hit the SUV, Frank’s mind had raced through about a dozen things; why he agreed to take up this job, how much pain he would feel before he dies after the bullets hit his face, how his bloodied up body would look, what the headline of the story would read on the blogs the next day, why the sun looked so big and red as it set in the distant ahead- these and many other thoughts filled his mind before the first set of bullets hit the SUV’s windshield.

He blinked a couple of times, but he was in a frozen state. The two guys dressed in black had gotten off the back of the bikes and were walking slowly towards them, firing nonstop. It felt like heavy rain drops hitting the windshield horizontally, but the bullets weren’t penetrating. The SUV was bulletproof. The driver had put the car in reverse gear, and was backing up, but as he swerved for the car behind him, he veered off into the bush on the side of the road and hit a tree hard. They jerked back and forth in the car.

There was chaos everywhere. Cars were reversing, and some people were abandoning their cars and running into the bush. The Volvo was now parked awkwardly on the road; the two bikes blocking their path to the right, and abandoned cars to their left. There was a ringing in Frank’s ear; he could see Fatai Lion saying something to him but couldn’t make out what was being said. Everything was happening so fast. To his left, he could see one of other two SUV’s navigating through the rough driving of the other cars, trying to get to them. The third SUV was nowhere in sight. Fatai Lion was on the phone, barking out orders. The guys had noticed the car was bulletproof and had shifted their attention to shooting at the tires. Loud popping sounds of the tires busting could be heard as dust filled the air. The driver put the car in drive and was about to move forward when Fatai Lion put his hands on his shoulder and said, “Don’t move; stay here.” Frank looked at Fatai strangely, and he Fatai said to him, “Don’t worry. They can’t get to us.” The bullet rain kept going on outside. To their right, the riders of the bikes had gotten off the bikes and were heading towards the Volvo; one of them was dragging a heavy looking white sack on the floor.

One of the shooters shifted his focus from them to the SUV the security detail was in. They could have rammed the guy with their SUV, but there was an obstruction in between them. Two cars had tried to reverse, but out of panic, had hit each other, making sort of like an upside down ‘V’ sign with their cars, before getting out and running off.

When the shooter ran out of bullets and made to change cartridges, Pascal instructed the rest not to shoot before jumping out of the car. Pascal was Fatai Lion’s French army trained Togolese bodyguard. At 6 foot 4 inches tall and weighing 130kg, he was a hulk of a man. Without a gun in his hand, Pascal jumped over the bonnet of the two cars blocking him from the assassins, reaching the one closest to him just as the guy was about to raise the AK 47 and start firing again. A quick head butt left the guy woozy in the head; Pascal then proceeded to jacking him up and throwing him at the other guy who had slowly started shifting his firing aim towards Pascal. The two guys went down, letting off a few accidental discharges that had leaves and tree chips flying in the air. He was about to head over to finish them off when he noticed the other two assassins were now pouring petrol on the SUV. One of the other bodyguards was by his side now, holding a stainless steel Smith & Wesson model 500 handgun. Pascal signaled to him to finish off the two guys. Two deafening shots rang out from the large-caliber revolver as Frank walked to the other side of the SUV.

With shaky hands, one of the assassins struggled with a matchbox as he attempted to set the SUV on fire. The other one started swinging the machete in his hand at Pascal. Swoosh! Swoosh!! Pascal jumped backwards twice, and then jumped forward just before the assailant swung the machete at him the third time. He held the man’s machete hand with his left hand, swiftly turned around so that his back was to the man and the man’s arm on his shoulder; he then hit the back of the man’s elbow hard and a loud “Ahh!” was heard as the man’s bone snapped and the machete dropped to the floor. Pascal then proceeded to throw the guy over his shoulder. The guy hit a tree trunk face first, and collapsed to the floor.

The car was on fire now, but the other bodyguard had successfully gotten everyone out just in time. The guy that set the car on fire had the bottom half of his body on fire; running round in cycles, and screaming as he tried to take off his jeans. He eventually ran for the bushes. The car burned lazily like they had used Kerosene and not petrol; but still Pascal could feel the heat. He took a few steps back and assessed the whole area for a second before running off to join the others. They all got in the other Volvo, went in the reverse gear for a few seconds, turned around swiftly, and drove off in top speed.

Hey guys. Sorry for the delay. I will now be updating 2 times a week. If possible, 3 times, but 2 times is guaranteed. I hope you like this next chapter.

MissWrite:
You're an amazing writer.

Coming from one of my favorite writers on Nairaland... I really appreciate this. Thanks.

fabulousbrainzz:
Nice... They're chickens right?

Finally. Yes.

Chapter 8

The radio interview didn’t take more than fifteen minutes, and on their way back they had stopped at a filling station to refill the vehicles. The SUV Frank was in was the first to get fueled and they were parked just at the exit of the filling station, waiting for the rest. He was the only passenger in the Volvo SUV, and he felt lonely sitting at the back of the luxurious three row SUV. The radio station they had gone to was on the outskirts of the city; about a 30 minute drive back to main Lagos. He wished he had someone to talk to on the drive back.

Frank had stayed in touch with Kiki via Whatsapp so far, but it appeared she had fallen asleep as she hadn’t been responding to his messages for the last 15 minutes. He had tried to discuss how much he would have to pay her, but she replied with an angry face emoji. He understood she was really into him, and this was no longer business, but he had gone so many years paying for sex that it had become second nature to him.

Frank heard a knock on the car window and looked to the side to see Fatai Lion smiling at him. He had taken off his suit jacket and had rolled up the sleeves of the white shirt he had on. The man still gave him the creeps even though they had been working closely for almost a month now. He just couldn’t shake off the stories he had heard about him. “I want to discuss something with you.” He said after Frank rolled down the SUV window.
“Oh. Okay.” Frank said as he opened the door and moved to the side for him to get in. The man got in, shut the door and asked the driver to head out.
“Everything has been good so far, right?” Fatai Lion said as they joined the expressway.
“Yes; so far so good. The articles about you are getting positive response, and the radio awareness interviews have been great so far.”
“That’s great. Umm! Concerning what I wanted to talk to you about.” He said and took a breather before continuing with, “My wife handles a program for me where we rehabilitate pickpockets, street thugs, and junkies.”
“Oh. That’s great.” Frank responded enthusiastically.
“Yea, it hasn’t been easy, but it is one of my favorite charity moves.” The man said with a smile on his face.
“I can see why that would be.”
“I want to ask you what you feel is the best way to get to more people with this program.” He was saying then stopped to pull out his phone. “Let me show you some of the pictures from the last reach out we had in Bariga.” He added as he went through his gallery. Frank looked away. He didn’t want to see what his eyes weren’t meant to see. “Check this out; that’s my wife in blue.” The man finally said, showing a picture of a lady in a blue skirt suit, talking to street thugs. Frank almost had a heart attack when he saw who the person in the picture was. The man kept scrolling through a series of pictures, and talking. He noticed Frank was no longer paying attention and looked at Frank with a quizzical look on his face before asking, “You know my wife?” As Frank thought of what to say, two bikes pulled up in front of them and the driver pressed the break hard, making them almost fall out of their seats.

Fatai Lion started cursing out the driver, but his voice slowly trailed off when he saw what was in front of them. The passengers on the motorcycles were seating backward on them with AK 47 rifles pointed at the SUV. “Shiit!!?” Frank cursed under his breath seconds before the men opened fire on the SUV. BRATATATATA!!!

carloz685:
Believe me kayo80 you are awesome everyday

Thanks. I appreciate your words.

Ann2012:
Thanks for the update OP

Thanks for being a loyal fan. I really appreciate it.

Next update will be posted tomorrow afternoon... Power supply was bad in my area today.

I guess nobody understood/understands the 'concept' behind this story.

Khostlybeauty18:
She's pregnant?

We will find out tomorrow.