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You won't understand how greatly you have helped me... For the records, I envy you... *winks*

D9ty7: So this story is gonna end with 2013? Kingzpen you are soooooo.....talented.
Don't appreciate me as a writer but as an apprentice.

I wanna use this medium to thank everyone that has supported me thus far.

May the good God bless y'all abundantly.

Thankz so much...

To my Ogas in the writing industry, likes of D9ty7, Stefikal, Ella, Temitope Daniel, and FlakkyDaGirl, thanks so much for inspiring me. God Bless You.

To a brother from another mother on this thread, Deept, thank you so much for encouraging so strongly. You broke a record in my history and I can't but remember you everyday. Thankz so much, God Bless You...

DammyGoody, TommyBob, Senator Pope, The giants of this thread, I salute una. God increase you daily...

Adusco and Eyezik, chooooi, two of una ehn, una dey triple much. Your words are so mind blowing and pushes me to the extreme... God make you greater than great...

Maestrob and Merbenko, the twins of this thread. Loooool... You supported me all the way, what more can I say than to pray you are the best in whatever you do. Thankz Guyz...

Blessing, Sexy Sapphire and Zainharb, I throway salute o... Iron ladies of this thread, I always looked forward to your comments because they are the fuel that got me here... God will brandish your lives with more His blessings...

My appreciation continues...

*winks*

Lmaoooo... Abi o... Don't worry, the last episode dropping soonest...

stefikal: There just had to be a knock KingzPen...

I'm still salivating oooo

Don't worry dahz d lasted suspense... *winks*

balispecial: U wan use suspense kil me abi?...wel, i hope it's caro at d door

EPISODE 71


I answered the call again. “Hello?”

“Hello. Please, am I unto Banji?” The same voice protruded out of my phone.

“Yes, this is Banji.” I replied, very curious. “Please, who am I speaking with?”

“This is Nancy.”

“Nancy?” I asked, confused. “Please, Nancy from where?”

“Aww, this is Nancy Martin, Samuel’s sister.” She replied.

“Oh my God.” I said, partially covering my mouth with my left palm.

She giggled. “Come on. How are you?” She asked.

“I’m fine. You?”

“Fine too.” She replied, then giggled. “I’m sorry I didn’t call you all the while.”

“No problem.” I said with a smile on my face.

“I got back home three days ago and I had to get my groove back before resuming to school next tomorrow.” She continued. “So dad gave me your number to call and appreciate your kind gesture to Samuel.”

“It’s nothing. Seriously, it’s nothing.” I said, patting my head with my hand.

“Thank you so much. Dad told me you’re also attending Adusco. Is that true?”

I giggled. “So true. Faculty of Art, English department.” I replied.

“Wow, so happy to hear that. I’m studying philosophy.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah Yeah.”

“Then you must know Zainharb, do you?” I asked.

“Sure of course, I do.” She said. “Student union treasurer, she’s also in my department, four hundred level now.”

“Yeah, that’s true, so what level are you?” I asked.

“Three hundred. You?”

“Four.”

“Wow, finalist things. That’s good.” She teased and we both giggled. “I can’t wait to meet you.”

“Aww, I’m coming to your house tomorrow.” I said.

She screamed and immediately, I disconnected my phone from my ear. “I’m so happy. Please what time are you coming, so I may prepare you a nice dish?” She asked.

I paused and thought for some seconds, then replied. “I would be there by ten.”

“Ok dear. I would be expecting you.” She said. “See you tomorrow.”

“Ok, bye.”

“Bye.”

As I was about hanging up, she mumbled a sentence but the phone was far from my ear so I didn’t hear it. “What did you say?” I quickly asked.

“Never mind.” She said, trying to hide.

I persisted. “Pleeeeeeaaaaaaaasssseeee.”

“Ok ok fine, I will tell you.” She said. “I said you have a cute voice.”

“Aww, thanks and you too.”

“Ok, bye.” She said.

“Bye.” I replied, then hung up.

Yes! I shouted like I had won the lottery, my mother rushed out of the kitchen to the parlor. “What happen?” She asked, scared.

“Nothing mummy.”

“Why then did you shout like that?” She asked, squeezing her face in anger.

“I’m sorry ma.” I said, stood up and hugged her, then we both went to the kitchen.

Mama’s food was very luscious, that I ate more of it in my dreams. The alarm I set on my phone rang out loud, whacking every muscle in my brain. I tried snoozing it but it proved stubborn, so I had no choice than to get up on my feet and properly deactivate the alarm. It was 10:30 A.M.

“Banji, it’s to eleven o.” My mother said as she walked into the bedroom.

My mother was an early riser, but I was her typical contrast. I rushed to the bathroom, took my bath and got set for the Mr Martin’s residence.

“Mummy, I’m going o.” I shouted because I had no clue where she was.

“I’m coming o.” Her voice came from the passage.

She came in. “I’m ready.” I said to her.

“Won’t you eat before going?” She asked.

“No mummy.” I said, peeked at my wrist watch. “I’m late.”

“Ok”

“I would call you regularly.” I promised.

“Sure?”

“Sure mummy.” I said, then she moved closer and hugged me.

I hugged her more tighter, then after some seconds I heared her sniffle. “Mummy, it’s ok.” I said. “I wouldn’t be far from you. I promise to come home from time to time.”

She let go of me, wiped her tears with the hem of her wrapper, then helped me with my luggage outside to board a motorcycle. I really missed my mother more when the motorcyclist zoomed off. I tried forcing the tears that saturated my eyes from dropping but all effort proved abortive, it dropped and I quickly wiped it away with the back of my palm.

The traffic was less congested so I got to the Martin’s residence less than an hour. My heart was racing very fast, not for fear but for the joy of seeing Nancy. Instead of ringing the intercom, I pulled a call through to Nancy.

“Hi Nancy.”

“Banji, where are you now?” She asked and quickly added, “the food is getting cold.”

I smiled as the worms in my stomach danced at mention of food. “I’m outside.”

“Outside where?”

“Outside your gate.”

“You’re kidding, right?” She asked.

“No, am not.” I replied and smiled.

“I’m coming right away.” She said.

I turned around, backing their gate, feeding my eyes with the massive structure of other massions in the vicinity.

“Eleda ma sun.” I said, which means, ‘creator don’t sleep.’

Almost immediately, I heard the sound of the gate opened, I gently turned around and met the shock of my life, Nancy, the friend to the library girl.

She came out of the gate, while I stood gazing at her. She snubbed me, then looked to the right and to the left. “I knew Banji was lying.” She said, loud enough for me to hear, then she looked at me. “And you what are you doing here?”

I remained mute and was quite scared, praying fervently in my heart like Paul and Silas. “I’m Banji.” I calmly replied her.

She hissed. “Which good can you offer?” She furiously asked. “Because the best you can do is to steal but the Banji I’m talking about saved my brother from death so please get away.”

I smiled, I had no choice than to swallow all her abuses because I wouldn’t let the devil in me destroy my blues with its reggae. She angrily scrolled through her phone, afterwards my phone rang, she dialed my number.

She looked at me, I gazed back at her. “Banji?” She asked, pointing to me.

“Yes, I’m Banji.” I replied.

She hissed. “Anyway come in.” She said as she walked into the compoud.

I gently took my steps, walking behind her straight to the sitting room. I dropped my bags and sat down on the couch. She walked into the kitchen, then came out with a plate of rice and strolled to the dinning table to eat.

Since I wasn’t a newbie in the house, I stood up, walked to the dinning table and sat with Nancy. “Nancy, how are you?” I asked with a smile on my face.

She snubbed me, concentrating on the food she was eating. “Nancy, where is Dad, mum and Samuel?”

She remained mute. “Nancy, why are you acting like this?” I asked. “Is it because of what transpired between us the other day?”

“Hey Mr! Enough of my name from your mouth.” She replied. “And are you blind that I’m eating so why disturb me. Table manners please, excuse me.”

Nancy had spent all my respect and returned a kobo balance of it to me. I sealed my gutter, rendering the whole place extremely quiet. I stood to return to my seat since I wasn’t welcome, when I heard a clinging sound from the kitchen. Guess that should be Caro, my mind wondered. To satisfy my curiosity, I walked to the kitchen and there I saw Caro washing the dishes.

“Hey Caro.”

She turned around and smiled. “Brother Banji.”

“How are you?” I asked, moving closer.

“I’m fine.” She replied.

“What of everybody?”

“Oga and madam travelled to visit one of their family member that came from London.” She replied.

“What of Samuel?” I asked.

“Samuel followed them.”

“Ok.” I said. “But when are they returning?”

“Tomorrow morning.”

I checked my time, it was 2:32 P.M. “What time did they leave?”

“Around eleven.”

“Ok, that’s good.” I said. “So what are you doing?”

“Washing the plates.”

“Let me assist you.” I said with a smile on my face.

“Ha! No o. Small madam would report me.” She replied, truly scared of Nancy.

“Ok, keep washing.” I said, shifted closer to the sink so I could see what she was doing.

“Brother? So how school?” Caro asked.

“School is fine o.” I replied. “I’m going back next tomorrow sef.”

“Ok.”

“But why are you not in school?” I asked.

Immediately, Nancy walked in with an empty plate and dropped it in the sink. I snubbed her and changed the topic with Caro, right in her presence.

“So Caro, which musician do you like most in Nigeria?”

She smiled as she scrubbed the dishes. “Wizkid.” She replied.

“Why?”

She giggled. “The song he sang for me. I like...” She was saying when Nancy interjected.

“Will you shut up!” Nancy commanded and hissed.

I could smell jealousy in the air. Nancy was outrightly green-eyed about our conversation. She wickedly gazed at me as I deliberately sidelined her like a basic calculator manual.

She looked for a way to get to me in the kitchen but she found none. Oops! She later found Caro. She sent Caro on an errand that would consume at least one hour of her time. Caro obeyed, then Nancy went to the sitting room to relax. I had no more business with the kitchen so I joined Nancy in the sitting room.

I sat relaxed watching a music video that would sure interest Caro but Nancy changed the channel to another, it’s a football channel. I was happy, so happy and getting engrossed. Nancy noticed my interest level had risen to its peak, then she pressed another button on the remote control, changing the channel to a fashion show.

Now she has over-did it, I sadly picked up my bags and forged to the guest room to relax. As soon as I got to the room, I fell flat on the bed to sleep. Few minutes later, I heard a knock.

“Who’s that?”

“Nancy.”

“Come in.” I said.

She came in, strolled to the bed and smiled. “Banji, I’m sorry.”

I smiled. “No problem.” I said.

She shrugged in disapproval. “It’s a lie.” She said. “If you have truly accepted, then tell me to join you on the bed.”

Huh? My eyes bulged out from within like a owl. I coughed, then cleared my throat. “Ok, join me.” I said, with my arms opened wide.

She jumped on me like her playmate, she raised her head to gaze at me, I looked straight into her eyes, then a force pushed my head gradually to kiss her. The same force held her head static and closed her eyes, then we kissed. The kiss was becoming hot, very hot that our clothes fell off our body without our consent.

“Nancy, bolt the door.” I managed to say as my mouth was already occupied.

Nancy jumped out of the bed, walked towards the door and bolted it. Her stroll to the door gave me an exact view of her derriere, packed in an ebony pant. I had used my magic hands to eradicate her mini skirt during the mouth munching session.

She returned fully prepared and I was prepared also. My nozzle had risen up and was ready for attack. Now let the game begin, I said to myself.

Bang! Bang!! A knock on the door.


TO BE CONTINUED...

If I can finish up, I would drop another update by 11:00 P.M.

Love Y'all...

Next update... Your name go enter am... *winks*

zainharb: Kingzpen!!! I neva see my name for ur story o

Awwwwwww, I'm so sorry, Gnabry... Looooool... You gat me to laugh out loud... Thankz so much for the support so far... God Bless You Loadz...

gnabry: Hmm....I must talk..oga kingzpen.ur pen wuld not dry.its been ages I last commented on ur work...nt cause of anythin buh cause m angry...very angry.mre angrier dan zeus wen his lightenin bolt was stolen..y must u put me on suspence? ..anywayz keep up d gwed work...hmm.lemee advertise again o..hmm.do u guyz knw dat afta dis oga kingzpen work,he is dropin anoda bommmmmmmbbbb titled THE SIM CARD..chaii.u shuld all go read dat story.d prolouge gan sef is WOW..hmm..y m I tellin u all dis.m still veksin.shaa finish dis story shap shap before u cee ma wrath.

Sheri nko? Lmaoooo...

stefikal: Kofo? Adaobi? Nancy?

Who could it be? Abii Sister Grace sef?

KingzPen, he dey do me make tomorrow reach shaparly...

#Respect

EPISODE 70


I moved closer to her, then sat on the bed. “Mummy.” I called, tapping her by the arm.

She didn’t move a muscle. I angrily shoved her to the bed and shouted, “mummy!”

She sprang up like an employee late for work. “Ha! Banji, it’s you.” She said, breathing loudly. “You got me scared.”

“Scared? I got you scared?” I asked, with a tiny smile on my face. “Agreed but you almost got me dead.”

She smiled and hugged me. “I understand. I can’t die now.” She said, with my chin resting on her shoulder. “I still have a responsibility, you.”

“Thank you mummy.” I said and smiled.

I let go of her, went out of the house and brought in my luggage. “How are you feeling?” I said as I placed my bag in a suitable corner in the room.

“I’m fine just that I have no money to pay for the rent of this house.” She said with her head bowed in sorrow. “The rent has expired and old soldier had sent me a notice.”

“Notice?!” I yelled.

“Yes, he came yesterday.”

“Isn’t he aware you aren’t fine enough to work?” I angrily asked.

“He is but do we have any choice?” She replied with a cloud of pity looming around her.

“How much is the money?”

“Fifty thousand naira.” She replied.

“Only?” I boastfully asked.

“Is that what you call only?” She asked. “Yes, only but where is it?”

“I’m coming.” I said as I walked towards the door to leave the house.

“Where are you going?” She asked.

“I would be back.” I said and forged out.

I boarded a motorcycle to the nearest ATM to withdraw some money. I did within minutes, then boarded the same motorcycle to Old Soldier’s house. I alighted and paid the motorcyclist a fortune, I was rich enough not to feel its effect on me. I walked to the door and I was welcomed by Sheri, who was elegantly dressed and about leaving the house.

I hissed and frowned at her, she paid me back with my coin and left. I knocked on the door but I got no response. I knocked again.

“Yes, come in.” A bass voice sounded from within, no doubt, it was Old Soldier.

I went in. Yes, I was right. “Good afternoon sir.” I boldly greeted, bowing my head.

“Hey Banji, ahn ahn when did you return?” He asked.

“Just now.”

“Have you gone home?”

“Yes, I have.” I answered him almost immediately.

He cleared his throat. “Banji, you didn’t do well o.” He said, adjusting himself on the couch, then placed away the newspaper he was reading. “You abadoned your mother in the hospital, knowing fully well that...”

“Sir sir please I’m not here for that and perhaps my mother is cool with me.” I interrupted as I dipped my hand into my pocket, brought out a pile of money, spat a little on my fingers and started counting.

“What’s the money for?” He asked.

I deliberately deafened up to what he said, concentrating on the money I counted. “Forty eight, forty nine, fifty.” I mumbled.

“Are you deaf?” He furiously asked. “I said what’s the money for?”

I frowned, stretched the money to him, which I thought he would reject because I didn’t reply his question but I was wrong, he grabbed it like a tout and smiled. I paused, standing at akimbo and watched him count the money.

“Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen.” He counted loudly with a smile on his face, then he looked at me as he kept counting. “Banji, what’s this money for? Forty four, forty five, ehn? Forty nine, fifty, ehn Banji, what for?”

“That’s the money for our house rent.” I said, turned around and walked towards the door.

He stood. “Was it your mother that sent you?”

I turned around. “Sir, you have your money, so who sent me shouldn’t be your problem.” I said, opened the door and left.

“Are you talking to me like that?” He yelled loudly, then he came out but he was too late because I was already on a motorcycle. “When I was in the barrack...”

I hissed as the motorcyclist zoomed off. Who had the time to listen to his super story? I almost said. I got home in no time, settled my bill, then went in to put a smile on my mother’s face for the time been.

How time flies, I had spent three days and two nights with my mother out of the one week break the school gave the students. The ASUU strike that glued our behind at home for five months in my level two second semester, disorganized the school calendar. The school’s way of regulating the calendar was to shorten our break.

My mother was in the kitchen preparing dinner, the last dinner before I proceed to the Martin’s residence. I sat in the parlor watching a soap opera, the undercover agent. The soap starred with actors like Fred Frank, Tommy Bob and Senator Pope. The producer of the soap, D9ty7 pictures and Disney go head to head with their style of production. My concentration was totally consumed by the television program, that I didn’t notice my mother standing beside me.

“Baaaaaannnnnji.” She said, hitting me slightly with her elbow. “O ti feran TV ju,” which means, ‘you like television alot.’

I gazed at her and smiled. “Mummy, you nko?” I said and we both laughed.

She laid her hand on a stool and drew it closer, then sat on it. “Banji, your father’s people have sent the date for his burial o.”

“When?” I said, interested.

“Next month.” She said. “On the ten.”

“Ok ma.” I said. “Just be strong for me and I know daddy’s eyes would always watch out for us.”

“Amen. You too be strong for me because you are all I have.” She said.

I smiled. “Ok mum.”

“Ehn ehn, so have you called Mr Martin that you’re coming tomorrow morning?”

“Muuuuummmmmy, I don’t need to tell him, that’s how close we are.”

“Ehn ehn?”

“Yes O.” I said and smiled.

She raised her hands and looked up. “God I thank you Ooooo. Ehn ehn?” She said, then held firmly her head. “Thank you, thank you.”

“It’s God mum, it’s God.”

Ring! Ring!! My phone rang. I picked up as my mother exited to the kitchen. “Hello?”

“Hello.” A feminine voice hit my eardrum. “Please, is this Banji?”

“Yes, this is Ban...” I was saying when I heard a disconnetion tone.

Almost immediately, my phone rang again.







TO BE CONTINUED...

Change of plans...

Update dropping by 8:20 P.M.

Update Coming by 9:20 P.M.

Pls Bear With Me...

Suffered A Lot Of Mood Swing Today Which Affected My Thinking...

Tomorrow Still Holds...

Grand Finale Of My Life On Campus...

You can deposit to your account with a given cheque... There's a column for it on d teller na... Abi I lie?

Rikidony: Nice one.... Banji was given a cheque of #500k but in the bank he went to deposit instead of withdrawing..... Am i the only1 dat notice this. Moreover kingzpen u are talented.... I will miss alot...Traveling.

Boss pls can we do a colabo after this story? *covers face and praying*

I like the way you write, can we do a work together? Waiting for your reply...

Pastor DammyGoody! Lmaooooo... Amen OOOO...

dammygoody: I command,declare and decre--She must be revived---

Don't worry she will be revived...

dhayor58: wea r al d doctors in ds thread, iya banji mustn't die oh

Awwwww... So touching...

stefikal: Drugs?
Lying supine?
Mouth wide open?

please she must not die

Boss, I'm sorry... That thing called sleep na bad thing Oooo... It swept me off my feet like a badoo wooing a lady...

D9ty7: Kingzpen, i slept frowning and i woke up frowning. Just because u ddn't update, me i av updated my own thread o.

EPISODE 69


“Sir?” I asked, surprised because I actually didn’t know who I was conversing with.

“Are you deaf?” He angrily said. “I said meet me in my office tomorrow morning by eight.”

“Eight again?” I said, getting more confused. “Sir, I have exam by eight and I won’t be finishing until eleven.”

“Hmmm, ok. Come by eleven thirty.” He said.

“Sir, I have another paper by twelve.” I added.

“You must be crazy.” He furiously replied. “If you know the problem you are into you won’t defer coming to see me.”

“Sir? Which problem sir?” I asked with a shaky voice.

“Oh! You have forgotten that your friend is still in the police custody.” He said, which gave me the clue that it was the CSO.

“Ok sir, I will squeeze time to come.” I said.

“You better. Bye.”

“Bye sir.”

I calmly sat on my bed with beads of sweat formed on my forehead. I began to twitch uncontrollably, I suddenly developed fever. What happened? Why do the CSO want to see me? Am I guilty too? Or did Bayo implicate me? All these questions pumped into my mind without an answer to any. I tried to read but my mind didn’t allow, I became so depressed and fell asleep. Nothing can be more frustrating than having loads of question without an answer to them.

Far from knowing all that happened all night, I woke up to see a brand new day with lots of anxiety on my mind. Like an advert forwarded to the main movie, my life accelerated to the main deal of the day, the meeting with the CSO.

I got to the school security department after a successful examination; I didn’t prepare but I attempted all questions, thanks to my telescopic eyes. I walked briskly to the CSO’s office.

I got to the door and knocked. “Yes, come in.”

I opened the door and went in. “Oh Banji, you’re here.” The CSO said.

“Yes sir. Good morning sir.” I greeted with my eyes fixed on the man who sat before him.

“Morning, sit down.” The CSO said, offering me the second chair.

I gazed at the man who sat on my left, he looked at me. “Good morning sir.” I greeted with a low tone, bowing my head to demonstrate.

He smiled. “Good morning.” He said and patted my back.

The CSO cleared his throat, then looked at the man. “Barrister Ayo, this is the Banji.”

“Oh! Bayo’s friend.” Barrister Ayo said, then offered me his hand to shake.

I shook him. “I’m just his friend for a short time not that...” I was explaining.

“Shush, I know.” Barrister Ayo interjected. “I just want to ask few questions and you’re free to go. Nothing to be scared about.”

I smiled. “Ok sir.”

“Ok.” He said, looked at the CSO, who nodded to bid him to continue. “Banji, what did you know about the gun Bayo kept in his wardrobe?”

Gun? What’s my business with Bayo’s gun? I asked myself. “Sir, I’m not even familiar with Bayo’s wardrobe not to talk of the content in it.” I said.

“Did you know he was a cultist before you both became friends?”

“Sir, I don’t know he was. I only knew the day he brought out his gun.”

I was really tired of the unnecessary questions the lawyer asked but his last sentence revived my mood.

“You’re free. Your friend was found guilty and now he has been sentenced to twenty years imprisonment.”

“Ha!” I sounded with my mouth opened wide.

“Yes.” Barrister Ayo said, then shifted his focus to the CSO. “Sir, that would be all.”

“Ok sir.” The CSO replied, then looked at me. “Now you see where your friend has landed himself. You better mind who you hang out with henceforth.”

“Yes sir.” I replied.

The CSO smiled. “Ok Banji, you may go.”

I happily left the CSO’s office, rushed back to my department for the second examination. Alas! The examination had already commenced. I scurried into the hall, collected the question paper and the answer sheet from the invigilator, then I ran to an empty seat situated behind the hall and sat.

I began writing, writing and writing. Atlast, I was now writing my last examination, which I graciously prepared for.

“Sir!” I shouted, raising my hand.

“Yes?” The invigilator answered.

“Extra sheet.”

The invigilator walked up to me, flipped through the pages of my answer sheet to comfirm if I had truly exhausted it. “Banji, Banji, today is different o.” He said. “Abi because na your last paper?”

I smiled, he gave me the new sheet and I began downloading more answers on it. I finished. I was the first to finish, I strolled up to the invigilator, submitted my script, then forged out of the examination hall.

“At last, I am a four hundred level student.” I said, sighed and smiled.

There was no time to waste, I rushed down to my hall, picked up my luggage and forged out to the garage. I arrived at the garage, scanned inside the bus I was about boarding to ensure there wasn’t any woman carrying a baby because I didn’t want to experience any nightmare again. There wasn’t so I boarded and we embarked.

The journey went smoothly. How smoothly could it be, if all I did was sleep, crunch some snacks and sleep again. I alighted at my designated bus stop, flagged down a motorcycle and it zoomed me to my house.

“How much?” I asked the motorcyclist.

“One fifty.”

I reached for my wallet, drew out a two hundred naira note and handed it over to him. As he searched his pocket to give me my balance, I walked away.

“Bros, your change.” He said.

I turned around and smiled. “Keep the change.” I said, feeling rich.

I couldn’t wait to see my mother, so I dropped my luggage by the passage and ran inside the house, the parlor. “Mummy.” I shouted but no response.

I stood still, wondering for some seconds. “Mummy! Mummy!!” I added but still no response.

I bustled into her room and my attention was caught by the drugs and its sachets scattered on a small table near her bed, while she laid supine with her mouth wide open.

I stood still as the movie of my worst nightmare played before me.




TO BE CONTINUED...

When the going gets tough, only the tough gets going... That shouldn't weigh you down Boss... Just keep doing your thing, the reward is on its way... Still I follow... You Are A Great Writer, keep that for the records...

D9ty7: It seems as if pple already backed off from this thread. Cos i was kind of suprised seeing that d last comment was dropped almost nine hours ago. Despite d fact that i managed to drop an update early in the morning, even tho i was kinda weak.
Its not good sha, but i won't let that weigh me down.

Update Coming Soon... My Next Post Would Be The Next Episode...

Love Y'all...

Okies Oooo... Na you talk am...

stefikal: they will survive

Lobatan, Kingzpen Adebanji... Loooool... Thankz so much Dearie... God Bless You Loadz...

JumaiM: kingzPen Adebanji ku ise opolo, olorun a so agbara di otun. Kudos to u sweetheart u are indeed a good & talented writer.

Suspenseter tension? Which one be that na, Dr Walewunmi?

walewunmi: Hmmm don't be surprised if u start geting report dat peeps av started aving suspenseter tension while reading ur story...2much suspense walai kingzpen ride on bro(HAPPY NEW YEAR IN ADVANCE)

Please go and stock up o cos the subsequent updates people would need them badly...

stefikal: actually I ran out of stock...d demand is quite high

Seastar, Thankz so much Dearie... God Bless You... Muuuuaaahhhh!

Seastar: Dis is fantalicious, really swt.kip us updated, u r awesome, mmmmmmuah!!!!

I'm trying to concise my update to just 3 or 4 so please bear with me...

Wanna make the update longer and concise...

Thankz for understanding...

Love Y'all...

Amma try to drop an update before I sleep...

Awesome!!! Boss, always drops it very hot... Kudos Ma... Keep Moving And I will Keep Following... *bows*

DammyGoody my man... Thankz so much, I see you...

dammygoody: O my Banji ..welldone Kingzpen............

Before nko, na ur church Banji dey go na... Loooool... I will update, just returned from church... Thankz so much for understanding...

PrinceGozie: Kingzpen, abeg update na,, abeg.. Mak I kneel down or cry 4 u.. No let suspense mak me kill my ba3 nd yet no shw.. U dy try joor.. Bt I dy invite banji to my church today evenin. D guy nid xrious deliverance..

No be my fault bro... Loooool... Na where my ink finish be that... Banji is safe don't worry...

noblebright: U see dis guy done come again with suspence? I guess it most b miss... oh Banji dnt enter into new P