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Xplendour:
May u continue to copy post the rest of ya life ijn

TheBlessedMAN:
[s]its either you are a talented and professional fool or Buhari have travelled with your brain. Whichever it is, you are truly a disgrace to your generation. An Educated nuisance for that matter.[/s]

souloho19:
CHAPTER 1
The fume from the generator entered his office directly, making him cough in his sleep. His eyes fluttered open as he inhaled the deadly gas. He mumbled incoherently to himself and got up, dragging his feet tiredly as he shut the window. His ceiling fan didn’t provide much breeze and he had to rely on cross ventilation from outside most of the time. But his office was badly positioned and anytime the generator was on, he had to shut his window because of the air pollution. He stretched and cracked his knuckles as he returned to his seat. He had been updating a form about the monthly expenditures of the youth church before he dozed off.
His name was Osita Azikwe, he was called Osi by everyone or pastor Osi by his church members, mostly the youths. He had been ordained as the youth pastor of New Life Ministries barely a month ago and he remained devoted to his duties.
As a young man, he had a very good rapport with the youths and was able to maintain a good interaction with them on any topic. He strived hard to maintain a relationship were they could reach him for any advice and he could gently but firmly instill morals and the rules of righteous living in them.
He was two weeks shy of his twenty sixth birthday and remained the youngest pastor in the church. He was chocolate in complexion and very lanky. He had a towering height at 6’2 but was quite on the slim side. He had never entered a gym in his life and saw no reason for it. He detested violence and to be frank, he was never conscious about hisn outward look. He was extremely good looking with his stand out feature being the dimples on both sides of his cheeks and an Adam’s apple that bobbled whenever he talked.
Osi was the fifth and last child 0f his parents. An igbo father and a Yoruba mother. For long he had harboured anger towards his parents because all his siblings had been born outside the country. In the United States. But when his mother had been pregnant with him, she had risked having a miscarriage and flown back to Nigeria to be beside her father who was dying. Osi had been born a week later and his grandfather had gotten better.
When his visa application was continually denied while his siblings (Two boys and two girls) had flown in and out of the country, going to the states and coming back with pictures he had been filled with so much bitterness and had sent himself on exile. When he had graduated (Mechanical engineering) from the university of Portharcourt, he had remained in the state vowing to settle down and cut all ties with his family.
All that had changed when he met Reverend Okafor: The overseer of ‘New Life Ministries’. He found a new life and released himself from all anger and bitterness and reconciled with his family. Three years later, he was the youth pastor of the church and was immensely satisfied with his life.
Presently, he was busy with updating the Expenses for the month of May of the youth church. “We need a new Drum set, new amplifier…..definitely a new generator” he said to himself as he resumed his duty.
There was a knock on the door and he glanced up.
“Come in”
A young lady walked in “Pastor Osi, good afternoon please the reverend wants to see you”
“Theresa, how are you. You’re in church for choir practice?”
She nodded shyly “Yes….I have a special number to perform tomorrow”
Osi smiled “Wonderful! I can’t wait…tell the reverend I’d be with him shortly”

Reverend Okafor was in his late fifties. He had a powerful aura about him and a rich, deep voice which most times didn’t need the help of a microphone to reach everybody during a sermon.
He leaned on the pillar, watching the choir go through the practice for their song in preparation for the Sunday service the next day. He saw Theresa hurry to take her place, She had such a lovely voice: He thought to himself with a smile. He was about to ask her about the young pastor when his eyes caught movement from the rear of the church. His smile grew wider as he watched Osi’s lanky frame make his way towards him. He had a special fondness for the young pastor and indeed he loved him like a son.
“Let’s go to my office!” he shouted over the choir’s uniform voice blasting from the overhead speakers.
Osi nodded curtly and followed the reverend.
“Are you done with filling the expenses?” Reverend Okafor asked, settling behind his desk, sinking into his massive comfortable leather seat.
Osi sat down across from him “Not yet sir, I’m almost done”
“Okay, that wasn’t why I called you anyway” the reverend replied
Osi got up and opened the mini fridge. He removed a bottle water and returned to his seat. His relationship with the reverend was a free one. They both had a deep regard for each other and enjoyed an enviable easiness in their interaction.
The reverend’s office was spacious, the walls were decorated with framed photographs containing motivational quotes and bible scriptures. On the table was a framed photograph of his wife and two daughters.
Osi drank deeply from the bottle. the water was chilled. “I’m listening sir”
“Well you know of our rural uplifting crusade coming up”
“Yes sir”
“There’s been some changes”
“What happened! What kind of changes?”
The reverend leaned back in his seat. “Osi do you believe God has a unique purpose for everyone?”
Osi had no idea where the reverend was going (or coming from) but he nodded slowly.
“Years ago” the reverend continued “Your mother had to rush back to the country to be with her dying father, incidentally she was pregnant with you and so, you were born in the country”
Osi wondered why the reverend was recounting his own history to him, in fact everything the reverend knew about him, he was the one who had told him.
“Interestingly, your mother’s father got better the moment you were born and would live for another decade, meaning his time had not yet come at the time”
The reverend drummed his fingers on the desk “You see, we serve a mysterious God, he works in mysterious ways, do you believe if your mother hadn’t come back when she did, you would have been born over there and as a citizen, you wouldn’t remain in this country but would be living there as we speak”
Osi nodded “That’s true…I know”
“Also you never would have met me, and more importantly you might not have met Christ” he cleared his throat and Osi waited for the punch line “But the interesting thing is you would not be ale to go for this assignment God has placed in my heart for you”
This time Osi sat up “Assignment…..what assignment?”
“You are going to lead the rural uplifting crusade”
“Me? but what about evangelist Tomori?”
“This assignment is for you” the reverend waved his question off “The Lord wants to use you for great works”
Osi was silent for some seconds. Finally he said “How long is the cusade?”
“It would last for a week”
“Who would accompany me?”
“Your team of youth leaders and deacon Oforbuike as well”
Osi winced when he heard of the deacon. The deacon disliked him immensely and didn’t bother to hide it. According to him, osi was too free and wordly to be a pastor, to be the head of the youths. He was more qualified for the position but still remained a deacon. Osi had been chosen.
The reverend fired on, oblivious to his thoughts “We would be hosted by a dear friend of mine: pastor Bartholomew, he has assured me of maximum hospitality”
Osi nodded for the umpteenth time that afternoon. So be it, he was a leader and he had to be firm. He couldn’t let anyone (The deacon) get under his skin.
“One question sir….where is the crusade taking place?”
“Amaife”

TheBlessedMAN:
My Marriage to low updates will soon be annulled by a certain Johnnywin. So special thanks to Johnnywin in advance.


95. COUNTLESS.


If there was really something they call a jungle of thought, I'm darn sure I was truly and totally lost in it. I just knew my friend to be a backbitter and a very stingy asshole, but I wouldn't have fathom it in a thousand years that he would also have the guts to stoop so low into rap!ng someone when all he needs to get any lady to open the gate of her pvssy for him is just a few sweet words. Only gawd can tell how deep Jide has gone in this wayward life thats painting his once-upon-a-time fine reputation now very bad.

Favour noticed how deep in thought I was and she shifted her head closer to me and stated in a whisper.
"Darous...look at me....I need your help to verify who really rap3d me. I can tolerate many things including having the baby but what I can't tolerate is not knowing the bastard that rap3d me...Please...." She said that fondl!ng my hand that was on the table.

For five minutes, I silently studied her face trying to detect any traces of conspiracy in it but all I could see was pure look of hurt and contempt lurking inside her shakiralistic face. She was indeed hurting inside.

"what will you do to Jide if you eventually found out it was him that rap3d you?" I asked out of curiousity after the prolong silence.

"I haven't thought of that yet...but I think we can both devise a plan to deal with him since we've both suffered in his devious hand....Darous don't you see it? This is our chance...its our revenge!" She said with a determined tone.

"hmmm..." I hummed. "thats intimidating....but now tell me Favour, what makes you think it was Jide that rap3d you? Cos as far as complicated situations go, this might be the height of misunderstanding for all I can think of....what makes you so sure it was him?"

"I've know your friend for more than...lets say 3months now, and have known him with only one type of perfume....which is FiveEleven. Am I right?" She asked.

"yea..yea...you're right, he's fond of that cologne."

"fine..." She chuckled. "When I woke up the following day on my bed, its was that perfume that penetrated my nostrils...and with that proof alone, it has to be your friend. I don't have any deal with anybody except your friend."

"so your hunch is based solely on the smell of his perfume?"

"yes...am sure it has to be him."

"if you're so sure, then whats stopping you from going to the police?"

She made a low muffled sound."with what evidence? A perfume? Why are you even acting as if you don't want him to be punished? Darous, don't forget everything he did to you....I would have loved to tell you what other plans he has in stock for you, but I don't want to make it seem as if am trying to add more black color to his already tainted white..." She paused again. "com'on Darous, we've both suffered at his devious hands. Isn't it time for him to start paying the wages of his sins?....."

"and who appointed you as the minister for Payment of Sin Wages Affairs? Favour don't you dare bring me into this" I cut in furiously banging my fist against the plastic table. "this...is your problem not mine! And don't forget how you collaborated with him to make me suffer. His striker wouldn't have had the chance to score any goal at my goal post if he hadn't been receiving passes from your midfielder and mind you, if you're looking for a partner in crime, please count me out!" I thundered.

"pleaaaaase! am sorry...I didn't mean to get you angry..Its just that am not ok with how you're reacting to this issue.."

"then leave me out of this....why should I even care if you got rap3d by a ghost or a demon? Don't you know this is karma paying you back for everything you made me go through...." I said and made to walk out on her but she held my hands firmly on the table and began a quiet sobbing sound.

"please...am...so...sorry for everything I did to you....please Darous...forgive me....kindly find it in your heart to forgive me.... Please...am...am...so sorry...." She sobbed for more than six mins.

After glancing around and seeing the awkward look on the faces of the people inside the beer palour that was now forming an assembly on us, I returned my gaze at Favour and all my angry and furious feelings towards her flew away the moment I saw her watery eyes. She was indeed crying uncontrollably. I quickly asked Shango to verify the authenticity of her tears maybe its fake or genuine and he replied with the latter.

'who am I not to forgive a begging beautiful lady? Shakira look alike for that matter. I'd be the latest fool in town to still be mad at her.' I thought as I used my right palm to wipe away her tears and began to pacify her.


"so what do you want me to do for you now?" I asked her after I had succesfully made her to make a U-turn on her trip of cry.

"its simple, just help me get a sample of his blood and give me some money to carry out a D.N.A test on it. If his blood matches my baby's blood, then I will be able to send him to prison....." She stated with a wringering look.

After thinking thoroughly on her proposal, I cleared my dry throat and gulped down the remaining malt on the table. "hmmm...okay....lets do it this way, I will find a way to collect a sample of his hair, and you will follow me to where you want to have the D.N.A test. I pay for the service and we wait for the result....what about that?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"you still don't trust me? Can't blame you though....After everything I'd done to you, I should even be happy you gave me an attention..." She ended with a wryry smile.

"its not like that my dear....I believe your story but you can't blame me if I decide to thread cautiously once in a while. And like you've rightly said, this is our revenge! And this is me taking part in it." She smiled and walked to my table after which she gave me a friendly hug.

We engaged in a lenghty discussion of knowing more about eachother whence she told me a lot of things about herself and how Beauty and Pretty whom she claimed were renowned cultist in their school cajoled her into agreeing to help Jide treat my fvck up in the past. Although she said she only agreed to do it because money was involved.

After almost 4hrs spent inside the Beer palour without buying another drink except the 300naira Hi-malt we bought earlier, the bar girl grew tired of our presence and asked us to leave in order to make space available for their new and incoming guests.

Favour and I exchanged contacts and we slated another meeting for the following wednessday when we would both meet at the Sacred Heart Hospital at Lantoro for the D.N.A test.

***

Getting back home, my Gen was still on, Jide was not around likewise Bella.

I decided to call Jide to know where he is. He didn't pick the call at first, but after the third attempt, he eventually did.

"hello guy, where you dey?" I asked

"ah dey....erm....erm....bank....wetin happen?" He asked and I was about to reply when I started hearing some scuffle sound coming from his end of the conversation.

"you dey bank? By this time?"

"yes na...wetin be time?"

"its past 4 already na? Bank never close?...abi you go rob them ni?"

"you be mumu...na your papa go rob bank....call me back jor...ah dey busy..."

"idiot...when are you coming home?" I quickly squeezed that in before he could end the call.

"I don't....." He was interrupted by some underground voice. "bye" He ended the call.

"when did a bank became a super market?" I asked myself just before I entered my room.

Entering my room with a spare key, I found Nike sleeping nak3dly on the bed. Her face flat on the bed meaning her ass was facing the ceiling.

She appears to be so far into the dreamland or she's just a first class pretender.

Seeing her nak3d and plump ass gave my konji an instant erection without it waiting for any approval from me.

I locked the door and walked to the bed where I found the 3 condoms I have left, but now scissorsly torn on the floor.

Without needing a soothesayer, I knew it was Nike's doing.

I glanced at her nak3d ass again and the sudden urge to have an anal sex with her began to escalate within me.

I quickly approached the kitchen to get vegetable oil which I rubbed on my now erect konji.

Enthusiastically and Erotically simultaneously, I walked back to the room and gently got to her ass region and after kneeling down in-between the space between her spread legs, I began to rub the remnant of the oil gently on her puckered asshole. Still she didn't show any sign of waking up.

I first thrust my middle finger inside, followed by the index and later by the thumb inside her asshole. It was tight at first but after relentless effort from my end and a big thanks to the lubrication, her virgin ass eventually loosened and I could easily work four fingers in and out of her ass.

Eagerly satisfied, I positioned my d!ck at the entrance of her asshole and slowly began to thrust into her. The mushroom head went in easily but the rest of my konji's passenger was finding it difficult to enter her private Jet.

All this while, She hasn't made any sound or actions to make me think she's aware of my presence. Maybe she's an heavy sleeper after all.

Trying not to hurt her, I thrusted again and again all to no avail and I was about giving up before I began to feel her ass swaying and bucking backwards slowly against me till the whole lenght and girth of my d!ck eventually sunk into the sh!t storage of her beautiful body.

"wow!" I screamed subconsciously at the amazing feeling and treatment my d!ck was getting from resting idly inside her asshole.

"what are you waiting for? Fvck me now!" Nike spoke out probably eager to feel the lenght of my d!ck raming in and out of her asshole.

I wasn't going to let her repeat the order. So I used all my energy to send my missille into the sambisa of her pleasurable forest.

"yes! Like that...fvck me hard! Hard!..." She screamed and simultaneously bucking her ass backwards to meet my thrust.

'oh gawd of Pvssy! This is awesome.'