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smardray:
[s]your destiny has been casted into d lake of fire...werey..known 4 stupidity....well done jare madam chumzy...how awesome u ar at dis work![/s]

Chumzypinky:
Tradition.....

Mia had always known that her mother had always favoured Shivani right from childhood. Shivani was the apple of her mother's eyes, she knew that.

Everything Shivani wanted, she got. Shivani wanted to study abroad and their mother quickly complied. But when it got to her turn, their mother had quickly objected.

Her mother had always known just how much she loved Dike, even though she never mustered courage to let him know. Her mother knew that she would have eagerly jumped at the opportunity of being Dike's wife even after she knew and heard of how badly he treated his wives.

Her mother knew all this but still insisted that Shivani become his wife after the Igwe and Lolo had paid them a visit and requested that one of her daughters got married to Dike.

At first she had been happy thinking her mother would choose her. But when her mother chose Shivani, she had been heartbroken. And not totally surprised.

Getting married to Dike, the most handsome man of Umuzulu was her dream. And she was going to get him no matter what.

'kobo for your thoughts sis' Shivani's voice shook her from her reverie as she fell on the empty space beside her 'what were you thinking?'

'uhm? No...nothing. Just thinking about random things' She lied with a smile.

'random things like?' her sister propped her chin with her left hand 'boy wahala?'

'what are you talking about? Go jhor!' She backed her sister with a playful smile on her face.

'tell me about the guy who's captured my sister's heart, tell me, tell me' her elder sister giggled.

'there's no guy Shivani, stop teasing me'

'you obviously have a boyfriend now right? You're all grown up! See your busts, they are even bigger than mine now' Shivani teased.

Mia's cheeks flushed in embarrassment 'quit now Shivani, please!'

'okay okay' Shivani said raising her hands in mock surrender laughing 'i quit. But that doesnt mean you wont tell me about the guy sooner or later. Meanwhile, i got some stuffs for you. Come on, lets go to my room'

At the thought of that, Mia's face brightened with a smile. Everytime Shivani visited home which was once in a long while, she made sure she got things for her. Shivani was very nice to her, little wonder it was hard hating her despite the fact that she took everything she ever wanted away from her.

'i love this gown!' Mia gasped covering her mouth with her left hand as she beheld the cream-coloured sleeveless knee-length gucci dress. It was wonderful! She had never seen anything as beautiful as it.

'do you like it?'

'like it? Are you fucking kidding me now Shiv? I practically love this dress! Thanks Shiv' She hugged her elder sister tightly 'i really love it, i swear!'

'and this shoes? I especially got them for you. I dont know if it'd be your size though'

Mia gazed at the gold-coloured shoes. It was beautiful too, Jimmy Choo collection. She slipped her feet into it and it fitted perfectly 'perfect sis!'

Her sister laughed as she brought out three brands of perfumes, wristwatches, jewelries, bags, makeups, lingerie and so many other accessories for her sister. Mia couldnt help but marvel at it all, her sister had excellent choices.

'i think we would have to go on a picnic tomorrow. We would go with Ify and Chichi, i really missed those two' Shivani giggled.

'and i hope you got stuffs for them as well? Because they'll cut off your head if you dont' Mia joked.

'of course i did. I also got stuffs for mother but...she's obviously mad at me. I dont know how i'm going to earn her forgiveness. I really provoked her' Shivani said suddenly feeling remorseful.

Mia fought the urge to scoff and roll her eyes.

Mother's girl, always wanting to be on her goodside. She snorted silently.

But she forced a smile 'you shouldnt worry too much. You know mother's like that. She loves controlling everyone's lives. You shouldnt listen to her. Get married to the man you love, Dike or whatever should go to hell!' She goaded.

'i know, i know mum loves controlling people's live but she's our mum. She wouldnt want me to get married to that man if it wouldnt be for my own good'

Her brows went up immediately 'so what are you trying to say now? What about Choudhary? Are you going to get married to Dike?'

'i didnt exactly say that' Shivani swallowed 'but i just want mum to be happy. She's been through so much for us you know'

'so what are you trying to say in essence? That you're going to throw your fiance away and get married to man who's not going to make you happy? Really Shivani?' She couldnt believe this. Shivani must never get married to Dike. No! Dike was hers, and hers alone.

'dont make it sound that bad' Shivani pouted.

'if thats what you're planning to do, then i'm highly disappointed in you Shiv. I never expected you to stoop so low!' She packed the things her sister got for her and proceeded to leave the room.

'Mia? Mia? Come back please' Her sister called but she ignored her.

She had to do something.

TBC

TheBlessedMAN:
Happy sunday guys.


For most of you(like huntsman777) that doesn't know, am still narrating the events that took place between the day I first went to Joke's house and the day Jide got slapped by the lady we saw at the eatery. Its like a prologue.

Remember it was the day I was expecting Nike's visit, and was cooking spagheti when I began the narration.
These were the events between the 7months. Thanks for reading.


70.COUNTLESS


After commending karma for a job excellently done, I exchange contacts with it and we became friends

What Shango would have failed to do in 3years to come, karma does it in just 3days. Thumbs up to karma for being a silent sweet b!tch

I teetered towards the bed and stopped when I nearly fell on it. The alcohol in my system isn't helping matters atall as I struggled to stay firmly on my feet but thank gawd it wasn't interrupting with my brain

"who do we have here if not the thiefering b!tch herself!" I said with a terse tone

Favour rose up from the bed, claded only in a tawny bikini top and pants, and took a long stare into my eyes. Probably trying to remember where she knew my face

"whats up with the acts? Wanna pretend you don't remember your last victim? Eh?".
She smiled placcidly and sat down on the edge of the bed

"whats with the smile b!tch? See Favour" I stated hitting my left palm with my right fist. "Your smiling days are over cos am here for my wallet and money, and am collecting it now!" I barked at her with my tanked up voice

"please calm down Roberto Darous... anger wont solve...."

"anger wont solve it? Eh? but my calmness gave you the boldness to strip me of my wallet and left me stranded What do you take me for? A fool!" I snarled bending down and also trying to subdue the urge to slap sanity into her Shakiralistic face

"please am sorry....." She pleaded with a smarmy look

I gave her a sullen smile and chuckle demurely
"sorry?...tell that to the lady I slapped thinking it was you, or to my friend that fainted while getting the beat of his life through the incident."

I paused and drag the plastic chair beside the hanger to myself and settled in it.
"look here Favour or what ever you call yourself, the only way am not going to kill you right now is if I get my wallet with everything intact...or else you better dial your ancestors and tell them to prepare a comfy place for you in hell".

She adjusted her body so her cleavage was now torturing my brain

I manage to put my mind that was starting to run away in check as I expect her to talk

"please listen to me, and don't be annoyed, I didn't mean to hurt you, but please, see this picture." She dipped her hand inside one corner of the bed, brought out a pics, and handed it over to me. A beautiful young girl was smiling in it. "thats my daughter, she's 8years old...."

"wait," I cut in still holding the pics. "if this is your feeble attempts to garner my sympathy and strike me when am less vulnerable?....you'd better have a plan B, cos am not buying any of it if it doesn't end with my money."

"am not trying anything, just please hear me out..." I studied her face for a while and beckoned her to continue when I saw sincerity in it.
"Her name is Amy, she's presently at U.C.H in Ibadan on a life support machine..." She sniffed trying to stop the tears that were starting to form in her eyes

I started to feel so emotional seeing the tears in her beautiful eyes. She wiped the tears with a tissue paper sat properly

"whats she suffering from? I mean Amy, your daughter" I manage to ask

"erm...erm...brest cancer, the doctor says they need to do surgery on her and we must provide five hundred thousand naira before they could do anything."

The remaining part of my brain that still functions very well quickly urged me to access her statement very well but I ignored when my eyes regained its focus on her ripe and tempting cleavage

"thats why am doing this job and also why I had to.....steal....your wallet." She stuttered and readjusted her bikini strap making her cleavage to be much more enticing

"hmmm....I understand your plight Favour...but that still doesn't explain why you couldn't confide in me and explain to me inside the car instead of stealing from....."

'Hello, how you doing, my angel my one and only, the only one girl am missing, wey dey bring me joy and blessing'. The tone of P'square that I assigned for Joke interrupted me. I ignored it and put the phone on silent mode

"like I was saying, instead of stealing from me and leaving me totally stranded...." The memory of the ordeal of that day flashed into my mind and I let out a cussing moan "gawd you humiliated me that day, what if I had no other means to bail myself out? Only gawd knows where I'd be right now." I lamented

"wouldn't you have done the same thing or more than that if she was your daughter and you were in my shoes?"

She questioned with a doloured voice but I remain quietly confused on what to do

"its like you're still angry at me. Well since I don't have your money here, let me pay with the only currency I have." She rose up and disrobe her bikini, standing stark nak3d infront of me with her bald pvssy inches away from my lips

I bent my head down and consulted my brain for a few minutes on what to do but I couldn't come up with anything meaningful. Her pvssy heat must have fried my brain. I thought.

Vengeance or Mercy? Guys have your say


TBC

Bibi294:
Life was not as easy as Tiwa thought it would be after Gori's death, she was four month gone already. Her belly was protruding already, the notice of evacuation she saw on the doorpost was giving her a worried mind. Where would she go? Where would she start from? She remembered how Gori's mother embarrassed her and her mother during Gori's burial. Gori had refused to take her to his mother before his death. The woman had accused her of forcing pregnancy on her because of her son's death. She had two weeks notice of evacuation... She could not go to her mother's house... Everything seemed meaningless and shebacame suicidal
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"A meeting?" Cindy asked as she rose up to her feet as her phone beeped another message from Halima Mohammed.

"What meeting?" She typed, she saw her typing immediately.

"Do you remember Jack? Dad's young friend. He wanted us to hang out with him." Halima messaged her back.

"Inside Dad's school? It sounds fishy." She replied.

"Babe, you know I'm crushing on Jack... Can you please let's meet him..." Halima typed with a sorry face smiley attached .

"Buh... You ... You know Dad warned us against people from his school..." She typed, Halima was already typing...

"Lanre will be there too..." Her heart leaped with joy, she knew their hanging out is gonna make sense like that.

"Which Lanre?" She quickly sent the message.

"Lanre deputy!" Halima sent attached with a big grinning smiley. She quickly dropped her phone as she jumped into the bathroom. If there was something else that can make her happy, it was hanging out with Lanre Deputy, Ber male crush, she knew she would have to hid her visit of the university from the prying eyes of her father.
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The security were busy chasing the Students who surrounded the four bodies, two ladies and two guys, the girls were half naked,the first who wore a very skimpy dress with a misplaced flat shoe had her dress dragged above her chest region,her pants were gone, the second Lady was in a tanktop alone, no trousers, no skirt at all, she was wearing a waist chain, her nose was pierce and her forehead was a bit dark which showed she was a fervent praying Muslim. The guys were fully dressed,blings dangling on their cold neck. A Toyota yaris was parked few yards away with all its doors opened. It was quite obvious that the four bodies were dragged out from the car save the bruises on their bodies. What a pitiful way to die. The hefty body had his yes plugged out.

"Where are they coming from?" One of the students asked.

"See, that one looked like Jack, Jack the bully." Another said pointing to the hefty body.

"Who killed them? This is not an accident scene o." Another said.

"It should be a rival cult joo... Who else is not aware that Jack is a cultboy..." One said in a whisper.

"I learnt he was the one who killed G-boy."

"You see all these yahoo boys and cult guys ehn." Another said.

"If he killed G-boy... Then that serves him right." Another said. A police van pulled over, six police officer step out and moved closer to the dead bodies. One of the officers was labelling the crime scene, one was taking pictures of the dead bodies.

"Sergeant Olu, search those bodies, is there any weapon at the crime scene..." Officer Jakande said into the mobile he was holding.

"Yes sir!" Sergeant Olu responded and moved closer to the bodies, no weapon was found.

"Sir! There are some Notes here o!" He gathered the notes and gave them to the officer.

"SHADOWS OF THE GREEN... 5/7" the first note carried.

SHADOWS OF THE GREEN... 6/7…

SHADOWS OF THE GREEN... 7/7…

MISSIONED ACCOMPLISHED!.."

"What is all these." Officer Jakande could not fathom all the notes, he picked the last one which was blood stained.

"HERE IS JACK, LEADER OF THE YOUNG GREEN
ONE OF THE KILLERS OF GORIOLA FATOYINBO... 1/7"

"This is interesting."

"Oga...oga..." One of the officers ran towards him

"What?" Officer Jakande asked.

"One of those bodies looks like the deputy's only son o." He said scratching his head.

"How do you mean?" Officer Jakande asked moving closer to the bodies.

Dedications to AlamienDagash,rachealfst, nimat158,babyface224,stephenGee12,Ifecoded,mercyymai,MrPetex,IemFava,sEGXY2 and all my readers... I love you so much...

Tomorrow is my POP o(passing out party)

Oyinprince:
CHAPTER 6 Part 2

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'Good evening Rex,' Rikau spoke into his phone in the comfort of his living room. He had just finished listening to the news at eight and was glad that the officers were taking to his instructions but wasn't still happy about their inability to stop Tarasha successfully at any point in time. She was making more damages and was appearing more invincible, he needed to get an explanation from Rex as to why he had not been able to stop her.

'Good evening Inspector General,' Rex voice sounded through the phone's speaker.

'Rex, I see you've not been able to do anything to Samantha Osman, when exactly are you going to stop her?'

'There was a battle between us today but she got away luckily,' Rex replied sharply.

"I don't consider the way she got away lucky, she killed three of your men and only lost only Aisha Bello to you.' Inspector Rikau countered.

'You're right Inspector,' Rex admitted reluctantly.

'Well, I cannot explain the details of what happened to you because it'll be of no use. But just be calm and assure your friend that she'll be down soon.'

'Who is my friend?' Inspector Rikau snapped. Even though he knew who Rex was referring to, he felt insulted by Rex's lack of respect.

'The Vice President of course, extend my greetings to him.' Rex snapped back and ended the call.

'Hey you! Learn how to talk to elders...' Chief Rikau wanted to rant on but the line had been disconnected. He hissed and exited the dialer in anger. He clicked on it again after remembering that he still had someone else to call. He scrolled down, searching for the NIS' chairman number. He dialed and placed on his ear.

'Good evening sir,' the Inspector General saluted.

'Good evening IG,' the voice responded with great hesitation.

'What's the progress right now?'

'Ermm... I've not been able to speak with him, I guess he was on the field and couldn't pick calls then.'

'Then when should I expect a report?' the Inspector General sounded disappointed.

'I'll call you immediately after I speak with him.'

'Please do, don't forget that His Excellency is willing to reward you handsomely if you do this and will even do more if your organization's input leads to a notable advancement in this case.' Chief Rikau said temptingly.

'I've heard you sir, I'll do everything I can.' the reply came enthusiastically.

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'I hear that you're ready to help us fight your boss,' the masked man sitting before Cole said.

Cole was sitting on the floor with with shackles on his hands and legs. He noticed under the light Rex's eyes which were not enclosed under the mask and stared hard for some minutes, trying to identify the person whose face was under the mask.

His eyes were suddenly met with the back of Rex's palm and that sent him into a temporary state of blindness for almost a minute. He regained his vision but it was blur for few more minutes.

'Answer my question before you get yourself into a deeper mess,' Rex threatened.

'Yes, I am ready to help you fight you people fight Samantha Osman.' Cole replied stammering. 'But I gave you the conditions already, if you agree, then we're good to go.'

Rex smiled. He knew Cole thought he was Stainless. 'This is my first time of having a chat with you, so I wasn't the one you made the deal with. Well, I think I have to introduce myself to you first,' Rex said and adjusted his seating position. 'My name is Elvis and I'm out to get your boss, Tarasha. I killed Benny your colleague and did the same to Aisha Bello today, all because I want to get Tarasha and they won't cooperate. I was glad however when Stainless told me about your willingness to help and I'll also l like to work with you but we'll have to change the terms.' Rex paused.

'My parents must not be touched,' Cole stated with emphasis on the word 'must'.

'They'll be released as soon as you agree with my terms,' Rex replied him with a wry smile.

'So what do you want to change in the terms? You don't want to pay me the money I asked for?' Cole questioned, sniffing in as he could now see clearly again.

'No, I want to offer you something bigger.' Rex said temptingly. 'But I'll like to share a background about your boss and myself.'

Cole narrowed his eyes at him and sniffed in again, wondering what the stranger could know about his boss.

'I know you work closely with her on programming, you must have seen some of her secrets but without understanding them because they are coded. Tarasha is from the Nefary Clan, a rival clan to mine, the Villary Clan. Her username should be coded with the keywords Tar__Nef,' he said briefly and paused to see Cole's reaction. 'The Nefary Clan trained her to be who she is while I was trained and I'm a son of the Villary Clan. Well I won't bore you with details but it's important you note that the Nefary Clan broke out of the Villary Clan; most of their operations are copied from the Villary Clan. So I'll like for you to understand that you can't lie to me about her operations,' Rex paused again and have an evil smile. 'With that established, I'll like for you to reconsider your decision and the deal, if you're planning to lie to me, it won't be successful.' Rex stopped as he noticed someone enter behind him.

'I've ordered some boys to keep watch on him,' Stainless said as soon as his eyes met with Rex's.

'Okay,' Rex replied him and turned back to Cole. 'Are you sure you want to join us to fight your boss?' Rex asked again.

'Yes,' Cole answered in an uncertain tone, not knowing whether to believe all what Rex had said or not.

'You're not sure yet, I'll give you an hour to think,' Rex said as he got up and hurried out with Stainless.

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Dave watched the security service officers and policemen from his car as they walked in and out of the place. He could have gone closer but for the fear of being recognized by the police or any member of the NIS. He was impatient for the officers to leave so that he could enter into the facility and carry out his own observation. His phone rang and distracted him temporarily from his utmost desire at that moment.

One look at the phone's screen and he let out a deep breath. It was his boss calling, the same whose call had given him the excuse to rush out of Jumoke's house, he totally forgot to return the call.

'Hello sir,' he said in a low tone as he answered.

'How are you doing Dave? I'm been trying to reach you for sometime now,' the caller rapped in quickly.

'I'm fine sir, how about you?'

'I'm fine too,' the caller replied. 'Where are you? I need to see you as soon as possible.'

'Ermm... I'm quite busy now sir. I might not be chanced until next tomorrow,' Dave replied.

'Where are you exactly, I could come to you if need be.' the caller offered.

'There'll be no need for that sir, I'll come to you once I'm less busy.' Dave retorted.

'Dave, where are you?' the caller asked in a stubborn tone.

'Sir, I'm somewhere very far from home. Can't it wait until I'm back?' Dave replied stubbornly, refusing to give out his location.

'Dave, are you somewhere outside planet earth?' his caller replied angrily. 'It's very urgent I see you within twelve hours.'

'That'll be impossible sir, but since you say it's very important, can't we discuss whatever it is on phone?'

'We're not calling on a protected line Dave, don't you have that in mind? Our call details can be retrieved from the network operators, you know.'

'Sir, since it's that serious. I think we should just leave it till next tomorrow.'

'Okay Dave, since you're being stubborn. I order that you report to the office tomorrow morning unfailingly by six, no questions, no arguments.'

'But sir...'

'No questions, no arguments...' the caller repeated in a strong tone.

'Sir, I'm far from there. I can't make it there as early as that.'

'Get yourself here tomorrow, anyhow you can. Goodnight Dave, see you by six in the morning.'

The call ended and Dave heaved a sigh of frustration. All his plans that night had been disrupted by just one call. He opened the message app on his phone and quickly sent a text to Jumoke informing her that he'll be back later than he earlier said.

He stared towards the house again, watching sadly as the security officers rounded up their activities, he couldn't go in to do his personal investigation like he wanted to do anymore. He wished he was a policeman or had the police uniform, he would have just gone that moment to make his investigation. His eyes met with something as he was about looking away, he saw two officers that looked like Agent James and Senior Agent Tim. 'Poor officers,' Dave remarked as he watched the men enter a vehicle.

He shrugged and then placed his finger on the engine switch. He about to push the button when he heard a short tone sound behind him. He glanced back and saw the screen of his tablet device come on. He reached for it and placed it on his laps. He unlocked and then opened swiped down the notification bar. The file from the NSCC app had completed downloaded and that was the notification he got. He clicked on the download box and opened the file. His video player loaded for five seconds and played a DVD selection page. All videos contained were recordings of the activities at the several parts in and outside the house in which Samantha Osman was said to have killed her loyalists, an hour before people began to hear the gunshots to an hour after it seized. After choosing two video options, he finally selected one that caught his attention.

He could see Don who was now late, leaving the gate of the house in focus after attaching something to the inner side. He crossed back the two carriageways and entered into a vehicle that had three other men in it. Then a discussion ensued between the men in the car which Dave couldn't hear. He forwarded the video to the point where three men came out of the car and crossed to the house, being followed behind closely by a man who wore a mask.

Dave paused the video for a moment, wondering why there was no security official around then and no Security camera official to report the suspicious movement. He zoomed the video and observed the first three men who were close to the gate, he discovered that they were the three who died.

He shook his head with a sigh. He had known since he heard the news that not the details were correct. The police had made the report sound and look like Don Dan and Aisha Bello had been in the house before Samantha Osman went in to kill them but from what Dave could see. Samantha Osman and Aisha Bello had been inside all the while, it was Don and three other guys who had come to attack them, the masked one being the leader who was not killed.

He locked his tab and moved it to the back seat tiredly. He wondered why he was being so attached to this, to the point of even trying to refuse an urgent call from his boss which could possibly lead to suspension as punishment or even dismissal from work.

He turned on the car engine and put on his seatbelt. He just had to forget everything about Samantha Osman, the assassinations and even Jumoke for the moment.

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'Do you want some more?' Jumoke asked her patient who was now seating on the three seater sofa. The centre table in front of her and she was munching quietly a piece of bread and beans cake and stepping it down with a cup of cold tea. She was putting on her bra and the bum short only, one of the straps of the bra was loosened to give space for the treated and dressed wound at her back.

Bread and bean cakes was what Jumoke had gone to get outside for Dave and herself when she saw a car park by. She thought it was Dave who had returned in a cab, only for her to be disappointed when she saw a lady who came out staggering for balance and looking drunk. She only decided to take a closer view and had discovered that the lady was in quick need of medical attention.

'No, thanks. I'm okay with this, thank you for your hospitality.' Tarasha replied her, trying hard to smile.

'You're welcome miss,' Jumoke replied with mixed feelings. She was scared she has done the wrong thing by helping a criminal and began to think that only way she could right the wrong was by handing the criminal to the police. On a second thought, she realized she would be in trouble when the police asks how she had gotten the instruments used in treating her and why she had not reported to the police immediately.

Tarasha couldn't tell for a certain what was going on in her host's mind but she knew that there was uneasiness.

There was a silence of over two minutes as Tarasha continued to eat until Jumoke spoke. 'Ermm...' she faked a smile. 'I want to get some drugs for you, you need them now since you've lost a lot of blood.' Jumoke concluded and turned to leave.

'Don't go!' Tarasha said sharply. 'Don't inform the police.'

Jumoke turned back in shock, wondering how she knew what was on her mind.

'You'll get yourself in trouble if you do,' Tarasha continued, seeing she had caught her attention. 'Don't you recognize me?' Tarasha asked.

Jumoke moved closer a bit to scan the face but was careful not to move too close, afraid that it was only a ploy to hurt her. A few seconds of studying the face got Jumoke searching her memory desperately to remember where they had met before.

'I brought in Stephanie Williams, Aisha Bello's parents and another couple to your hospital,' Tarasha chipped in.

'Oh!' Jumoke froze for a second as it dawned on her that she had not just helped a notorious criminal but a widely known one at that, Samantha Osman. Her knees began to vibrate at the thought of the trouble she had gotten herself into, wondering if Samantha Osman would let her live.

'You helped me, I won't hurt you.' Tarasha said to ease the tension she noticed had been created. 'I'm grateful to you.'

Jumoke stood still, arguing within herself whether to believe or not. The lady sitting before her did not sound like the Samantha that had been painted to them by the media. She wished that Dave would just come in at that moment, he would be able to handle the situation better since he had even been asking questions about Samantha recently. She began to glance at the door frequently hoping it will just open and Dave will walk in.

'Are you expecting someone?' Tarasha asked after noticing her constant stare at that door.

'Yesss... My boyfriend,' she replied.

'Who is he?' Tarasha asked, staring anxiously at Jumoke's face for an answer. She got none and realized that she probably hadn't understood the question. 'I mean is he a policeman or a security official of any form?'

'No,' Jumoke finally answered.

'Is he spending the night there?' Tarasha looked suddenly alarmed. She would have loved to leave the place immediately but she still felt very weak and had pains around the surface of her wound and her shoulder region which would not allow her carry her bag comfortably.

'He could,' she replied.

'Can you call him to find out where he is?' Tarasha asked. Their eyes met and Jumoke quickly looked away. She walked cautiously to the table and picked her phone, she stepped back before operating it.

'Oh! He's not returning tonight,' she said after seeing the text message. 'He sent a text,' she quickly added when she saw Tarasha staring at her looking unconvinced. She dropped the phone on the table for Tarasha to read the message and stepped back.

Tarasha picked up the phone and confirmed the message, she heaved a sigh of relief.

'I still need something from you,' Tarasha spoke after another moment of silence. Jumoke was quiet. 'Can I pass the night here? I'll be gone before you wake up tomorrow morning,' Tarasha offered.

Jumoke heart skipped a beat as she considered it, not that she could refused anyway but the request still got her panicking. She cursed Dave in her heart, this was the time she needed him most but he was nowhere to be found as usual.

'You can refuse if you want to, I'll gladly take my leave, you've done enough for today.' Tarasha quickly offered on seeing her dilemma.

'No, you can stay.' Jumoke finally found her voice.

'Thank you but there's still one thing left.'

'What's that?'

'Can you drive?'

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Stephanie could feel his palm squeeze hers warmly. She could scent his perfume and hear his voice but she couldn't open her eyes to welcome him as she would have loved to. She was determined to follow Dave's instructions and see the outcome.

'When will she wake up?' she could hear Agent James ask someone.

'I don't know for sure but you'll be able to talk to her tomorrow.' a doctor replied her.

'Are you sure that drug would not affect her brain or do any damage to her?' Her heart skipped a beat as she heard agent James ask the question. He had just partially confirmed what Dave told her.

She hoped Agent James wasn't part of the ploy for her to lose part of her memory? That would get her angry and at the same time disappointed. He had always her protector while he was in Lagos. People who knew how close they were argued that there was something between the two of them.

'I believe the doctor who was on duty should have explained to you already,' the doctor spoke.

'Yes, it won't affect her in any negative way.' Inspector Mac's voice sounded. 'Can we take our leave now?' he said impatiently, seeing the way Agent James was attached to Stephanie.

'We'll be back tomorrow morning,' Agent James said and released her palm.






'Agent sir,' James received a call from Agent Tim on his way to the car in the hospital garage with Inspector Mac.

'As usual Samantha had her face disguised again but we're tracing the cab she joined. The mysterious guy who was with Don and co disappeared without the cameras capturing how he left but the vehicle he came with was left behind.'

'So what's the next step now sir?'

'Connect with the office as they try to locate the cab. The Inspector General has asked us to ignore the mysterious man. He's an Agent of the NIS who is acting an undercover.'

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Chapter 23

Liz ran blindly upstairs, wielding the small screw driver she found in the car earlier. The uniformed guard ran after her, almost catching up with her as she rounded a bend at the head of the stairs. The others ran after her, but the other uniformed guard kept them at bay with a handgun that looked very much like the real deal.

“Oluwatobiloba!!!” She screamed as she ran.

“Mum.” She thought she heard a muffled sound from the room opposite the stairs. Stupefied, she strained her ears and listened for the sound again. Silence. She was only a few feet away from the sound, so there can be no mistake about the voice she heard. The guard caught up with in her in three strides as she turned the knob of the room directly opposite the stairs. “Leave me alone, okay! Tobiloba!!!” She screamed repeatedly as the guard pinned her flaying arms to her side, tears streaming down her face. The guard pulled her away from the door and walked her downstairs. They heard the siren of a police vehicle and it grew louder as it approached the compound.

“Get ready to mark time at Iyaganku.” Ella hissed, her brows creased in deep a frown of uncertainty. The sound of the siren grew louder. Liz, Helen, Chuks, Richard and Kemi looked on in bewilderment.

“Ha, oga I told you I don’t want police wahala o.” Helen whispered, facing Richard, the others just waited patiently. “I’m sorry ma, we’ll vacate your compound within...”

“Will you stop that, Helen!” Richard cut her short. “Nobody is going to Iyaganku here.” He said with as much confidence as he could muster. The sight of his sister crying her eyes out and the wicked smile playing on Ella’s beautiful lips angered him the more. He walked towards his sister who was crouched on the beautifully tiled floor, her hands holding her head in agony. “Let’s get out of here.” He tried to pull her up, but she resisted. The sound of the siren grew louder, then very loud as it got to Ella’s gate, and then it grew faint as the police van drove beyond the compound and negotiated the bend at the end of the street.

“So, can you leave now?” Ella asked, relieved at the turn of event. Calling the police was an empty threat-she couldn’t risk search of her house. It was too dangerous.”When Jay comes, you can iron things out.”

Suddenly, Liz leapt and grabbed the collar of Ella’s satin shirt and shook her violently. “What have you done to my son?” She asked.
The gun wielding guard drew closer and attempted to separate them. There was a look in his eyes that said he would shoot if he had the slightest encouragement. “I’m streaming this live!” Chuks cried out suddenly, holding his infinix phone in his out stretched hands. “Even if you seize this phone or destroy it, the video is already on the web.”

“Stay away, Ladi. She’s a toothless bulldog and a woman scorned.” Ella told the guard. She faced Liz and said, “I understand your anger, but I can’t help you. Your soon to be ex-husband took his boy and the boy followed him willingly. You know you have nothing to offer him except poverty. Please meet him at the law court.” She shrugged her shoulders, getting Liz’s hands off her in the process. “They will lock the gate after you.” Ella said and climbed the beautifully tiled spiral stairs that led upstairs.

Liz stood blinking, open mouthed, as she watched Ella climb the stairs in all elegance. She suddenly felt terribly violated, oppressed and depressed. She burst into another round of tears as Richard held her by the shoulder.

“We are coming back.” Richard promised as the group filed outside in disappointment. Ladi's eyes after them.

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TheBlessedMAN:
4.


From what have seen in the sitting room so far, i was able to guess the financial status of their parents. They are moderately rich.


I keep on thinking of what will happen if Joke turns out to be an agent of Ugliness, should i pretend as if am ok with her appearance and server all ties with her once i get home? Or should i just play along? Atleast if not for anything, but for her parents status.

After what seems like 20mins, i was starting to get suspicious of everything. Number one, why won't she use her picture as profile picture on Fb instead of wordy pics?
Number two, why can't she receive me at the gate herself?
Number three, whats taking her so long to show up? I was already getting pissed and decided to wait for five more minutes.


"Hi". A very nice voice called me out of my thoughts. I quickly looked towards the direction and what i saw was....really, it really broke my heart into a thousand pieces.

Behold Joke, the lady that have earned the last four weeks of my attention on a Wheelchair. Beauty runs across her round face, her petite body sitting beautifully on the wheelchair, her legs were there,but i don't know why she can't walk. From her belly button region upwards, she is arguably much more beautiful than her sister, but the only thing that could have made her standout proudly among her peers are missing.


"Hi.....there". I replied slowly with a placcid smile, not wanting to show my disapointment.


"am sorry for keeping you waiting. I was having a difficult time trying to get here". Ofcos, you will.. I thought.

"It is alright, i was even begining to think maybe Gawd doesn't want to allow one of his angels to see me, you would have met me on my knees if you didn't show up the time you did.". I watched her blush a bit before i extended my hand for a handshake.

"Nice to meet you Joke".

"same here". She reciprocated the gesture. She wheeled herself to the single sitter sofa opposite me and asked her sister that just brought in two glass cups of fruit juice to help her get on the sofa after she handed me my drinks.

"easy there, pls, can i help?". I inquired.

"nope. You don't have to. I can handle her, just enjoy your drinks". Her sister replied softly.



"You know, you didn't tell me your name".

"Me?" her sister asked, turning around and aiming her index finger at her chest with a questioning look on her face.

"Yes na, or i no fit know your name?".


"ofcos you can, am sorry". She replied


"U just led me here without introducing urself to me,.....".

"don't mind my little sister,". Joke interrupts. "she's just been preoccupied lately". She concluded.

"oh that.. Let me guess.. Arsenal spoilt her ticket.?"


"oh no..(laughing), I don't play bet atall, not after our houseboy ran away after loosing all the money Mummy gave him to enrol himself at a tuition center on...Virtuality..".


"it is Virtual, not virtuality, and i wil also run away, if it were me too".

"ok, but do you also play bet? Or how do you know about it?" Joke queried. Why would she want to know that? Its not as if am going to continue this complicated relationship once am out of here. But i decided to be fair to her so i answered.


"nope, i don't play bet, i also witnessed what it can do to someone, after a certain friend of mine, collected a microfinance loan, and he stupidily took everything to the betting house, he was taking to the mental hospital in ropes two days later".


"oh....thats a very tragic one..". Joke said. Time to stop playing hide and seek. Lets get straight to the point. I thought.

"when will your parents be back?." i directed that to the two of them.


"dad is on a business trip and mum will be back any moment from five". Said the younger sister. I checked the time and it was almost five already. I saw the need to quickly say my goodbyes before their Mum comes back and start asking me relationship questions .

"ok guys.. Its been fun with you and as much as i would have loved to stay and hangout with you till Jesus comes, am sorry i have to go". I stopped to see their reactions, and getting none, i continued." i have a match at 5.30 and its very important i get their on time..."

"Wow..do you play football?".asked the younger sister.

"Hmmmm...yes.. I play football".

"ok. Just be safe. When next are you coming to see me? So that we can discuss fully, you know, we haven't talk about us yet". Joke asked what seems like a dumb question to me. What kind of person does she think i am? Am too young to get tied down to one...sorry to say, disabled beauty.


"i can't tell, but i will get in touch." i gave them both a handshake and made for the door.

"maybe i should come and know your place tomorrow". I instantly turned back to know who just spoke.. Guess who... Joke.

"no.. You don't have to bother yourself". I replied and made for the door.

"what if i come instead? In her stead to your place?".the younger sister inquired. Guess my reply..


T.b.c.