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Thankz so much... God Bless You, Saidxxx...

Saidxxx: bro ur write up are well typed and precise.i've been followin ur story since day 1.i cherish d episodes.more grease 2 ur joints.

I'm sorry... Loooool... Update coming as soon as I rest... Service was awesome, pakurumo thingz...

dhayor58: Power of suspense, oga kingzpen, y nah?

LmaoOooo... Buy from Stefikal... *tongues out*

Bleszin: Plz who took my drugs(suspencilin) b4 i die of suspence o....i Suspect DHAYOR

I promise you can't die... *laughs*

habdulquadri2: Dis suspense fit kill person ooo

EPISODE 68


Anyway, I cared less about how and where she got my name from, not after she had rained abuses on me. I walked to the door, bolted it, then went straight to my bed to snooze before preparing for subsequent exams. I brought out my phone from my pocket, I smiled as I browsed through its application. Suddenly, I remembered my mum, I hadn’t reached her in ages. I jumped up from my bed, went out of the room and without delay headed to get call card.

I walked a hastily to the call center, bought the card, which worth one thousand naira, loaded it, then pulled a call through to my mum.

Thank God, she answered. “Hello mummy.” I said with a shaky voice. “Mummy, e jor ema binu simi,” which means, ‘Mummy, please don’t be upset with me.’

“Banji, you heard I was in the hospital and you didn’t try to visit me.” She said. “Ha! You disappointed me.”

“Mummy, please pardon my stupidity.” I replied and almost prostrated on the road. “It’s a long story ma.”

“Ok o.” She said and coughed.

“Bawo lara yin?” I asked, which means, ‘How’s your health?’

“I’m fine o, just that I want to see you.” She softly said.

“Mummy, I would be through with my exams this week.” I said with a smile on my face. “So, by next week I should be home.”

“Ok. How is your exam?” She asked.

“Fine ma.”

“Ok. Please face your studies o.”

“Yes ma.” I replied. “Ok ma, I would call you later. Bye.”

“Ok, Bye.”

I hung up the call with a merry heart and walked to the cafeteria to eat. The worms in my stomach grumbled as they hadn’t eaten anything since morning, so I had no choice than to feed them.

“Rice one fifty, beans fifty, two eggs.” I said to the woman standing behind the coolers of food.

“Meat nko?” She asked.

“Yes, that one.” I pointed to the pot of stew.

“This?” She asked, raising a piece of meat with her long spoon.

“No, that meat, that very one staring at me. Yes, you got it, put it.” I said, already salivating. “And please a bottle of maltina.”

My filled plate was stretched to me, I paid and went to a solo seat to crunch my meal peacefully. As I gobbled my meal, I saw a folded paper on the table; it was neatly folded, that pushed my curiosity to reach for its content.

I opened it with the help of my left hand, which laid idle on the table. Oh! It was the school’s weekly bulletin. The bulletin was current so I guzzled my food as I read through.

Abruptly, I chewed slowly, dropped my spoon, then held the paper with my hands. “Adebayo Babashile rusticated. The above mentioned student has been found guilty of the murder crime alleged on him and the school wouldn’t condole any act of indiscipline.” I read out the content of the bulletin.

I immediately lost appetite but not to the extent of leaving my maltina untouched, I drank all and left the cafeteria. I buried my head, thinking deeply about Bayo. I landed the poor boy in trouble, he tried defending me but he took it to the extreme. Tears trickled down my cheek as I climbed the stairs to my room. I got to room, bolted the door, laid on my bed and wondered where he would be at the time.

“Bayo, I’m sorry.” I remorsefully said. “I’m sincerely sorry. Wish you could hear me.”

Afterwards, I wiped my tears and dismissed the feelings. I couldn’t help but to clear my mind of what was and focus on the task that laid ahead. I have two papers tomorrow, I recalled as I reached for my books to read. I laid supine on the bed with my book opened in my hands. I knew it was a bad idea to read that way when I began yawning severally. I tried concentrating but my eyes kept closing, so I sat upright. That didn’t solve the issue, so I decided to engage myself.

I stood up from the bed, walked to my wardrobe to get Mr Martin’s business card to call him. I reached for my phone, then dialed his number.

He answered. “Hello?”

“Hello Sir.” I replied. “It’s me, Banji.”

“Oh! Banji, how are you?”

“Fine sir.” I said with a big grin on my face.

“Hope the exam isn’t tough?” He asked and giggled.

I giggled too. “No sir. I prepared very well so it wasn’t.”

“Ok, that’s good.” He said. “Is this your number?”

“Yes sir.”

“Ok, I will save it.” He said. “Hope you’re fine and when are you finishing?”

“I’m fine sir.” I replied. “I would be through this week.”

“That’s good, so make sure you come over to the house.” He said. “Ok?”

“Yes sir.” I said and smiled. “What of Samuel?”

“He’s fine. He’s at home.” He replied. “I’m still in the office.”

“Ok sir. I just wanted to greet you sir.” I said. “God bless you sir.”

“Oh! Thank you so much. Don’t worry, I now have your number so I will call you.”

“Thank you sir.” I appreciated. “Bye sir.”

“Bye.”

I hung up the call. “My life don better!” I shouted, flung my phone on the bed and started dancing to an imaginary beat.

I was so exhilarated but the moment was short lived when my phone rang. I answered it.

“Hello, meet me unfailingly in my office tomorrow morning.”




TO BE CONTINUED...

Jeeeeeeeeez! Now I am placed in Banji's shoes cos am confused at the moment... Problem with creating too many characters. Anyways, I have arranged something to cater for that; that will keep me stucked to writing... You will understand the something soon... Thankz Khemyte... I dey gbadun your comments like abeg now...

Khemyte: Nd b4 d story get 2 an end, dnt 4get Adaobi nd ar dad, wot happened 2 dem. Being a gal, she ll be expecting banji's call, xo bring ar pretty head in2 d story again. *wisphering* i love ur story lyk kilotoyen

Thankz Obami... The demand on Bayo is high so I have no choice than to drag his fat head into the picture... God Bless You for your support...

obami007: Mr kingzpen carry on joor,,,,u are doin a wonderfull job,,,nice story u gat der,,,,,,,,pls we hav also lost track of d murderer(bayo),,,,,pls tell us wat wil become of him b4 ur story ends,,,,,,,more ororo to ur elbow

Hmmmm... About Bayo, I'm writing from my perspective, that is, I can't know exactly what happened to Bayo but I sure will shed light on him before finishing...

eyezik3: Kingzpen I think senator pope is right, we don't know how it went with Banji's mum and u need to let us know about how Bayo's life end, whether they sent him to death but i finkz u're still gonna tell us d part!
#TeamBanji

Oliver Twist wants more... Yaaaaaaaay... Ehm, Banji mama go surface soon... This story don dey show tail Oooo so I am so glad... *goes back to the kitchen*[quote author=Senator_Pope]Kingzpen I think by now u should knw dat each and everyone of us reading this story are Oliver Twist.


I can sense the end of this story coming and we have lost track on Banji's mum.[/quote]

Cooking already... *winks*

Nancydearie: Following.Another update plz.

EPISODE 67


“I said my phone is on the floor!” I shouted at him.

He parked the motorcycle, I alighted, then ran like a wild dog to pick up the phone where it dropped. Thank goodness, no car drove behind us, it would have been another story.

I returned to the motorcyclist, who hissed at me, ignited the engine and we zoomed off.

“Oya come down.” The motorcyclist said as we got to my destination.

“My change?” I asked the motorcyclist as I stretched a two hundred naira note to him.

He snatched the money from me, then zoomed away. “God punish your papa!” I shouted, pacing a little after him. “Bastard!”

I paused, stood at akimbo gazing at him as his perspective grew thiner. I shrugged the feelings away and headed into the banking hall. You better be reasonable and let me in peacefully, I said to myself as the double door rejected me twice. Finally, I escaped all its threat, thanks to the bank security man.

I walked to the deposit stand, picked up a slip, filled it and strolled majestically to join the queue. I shuffled my steps as the customer ahead moved over to the counter. At last, I was called. I paid the money and left the banking hall.

I let out the breath I had held since the day the cheque tried to run from me. I smiled, boarded another motorcycle, off to the campus. Once bitten, twice shy, that I remembered, which made me place the motorcyclist on a condition, he must give me my balance before I give him his money. We both reached and settled our agreement.

It was 2:40 P.M. when I got to my hall. I walked to my block, enthusiastically climed the stairs, then I began whistling a winning song as I bounced to my room.

My ears like a magnet, heard people giggling from one of the rooms. I hastened my steps, strained my ears to spot which room the sound came from. I moved closer, even closer to my room.

“Funny guys.” A soft voice protruded, coupled with laughter. “Their rooms are always wack.”

Oops! Those voices came from my room. How come my room was opened? Didn’t I lock the door? Oh no I didn’t, I remembered rushing out of the room to the library for my bag.

I cleared my throat, scanned through my dressing to be sure if I was fit enough to confront the girls, then I opened the door gently and walked in. Wow! These girls are beautiful, I screamed in my mind but it appeared on my face.

“Hello.” I greeted.

They waved. “Hi.”

“You are the library girl, huh?” I asked.

“Yes, I’m.” She replied. “So, where is my bag?”

I smiled. “Oh!” I sounded and immediately groped under the bed for it. “Here is it.”

She hissed and frowned her face like an unkempt kitchen. “Oh my gosh, this is not my bag.” She said.

What should I do? Go in search of your bag? I almost said. “I’m so sorry.” I said and shrugged. “This was the bag I mistook for my bag.”

Her friend, who accompanied her to my hall, guessed because she was scared of the male hostel, removed her spectacles and fired at me with her foreign intonation. “Hey Mr, why on earth should you take what isn’t yours?” She asked.

I was quite crossed with the way she accused me. “Hello Miss, you weren’t deaf when I said I mistook it for my bag.” I replied her with a frown on my face.

She stood up angrily. “You must be sick in the skull with that kinda response.” She yelled. “Imagine this, this, this...”

“Nancy, Nancy, calm down.” The library girl interjected, pulling her by the arm.

“No! Don’t tell me that.” She increased her pitch. “This guy is a fool. He indirectly abused me and I promise that you will definitely pay for this.”

“Pay for what?” I furiously asked her.

“Shut the heck up, dog and watch me make you pay.” She threatened.

I was quite scared but I acted bold. “Let’s watch and see.”

“Nancy, come on it’s ok.” The library girl cut in. “We don’t have to fight over this.”

“I wonder o.” I affirmed.

Nancy hissed. “Gosh, you suck.” She said and scowled at me.

Ring! Ring!! Nancy’s phone rang out loud from her bag. She opened, groped for it and picked it up. I stared at her, as she sat on my bed, pompous.

“Yes dad. I had just a paper today. No, no. Trust me dad. Ok.” She said as she put on her spectacles and fixed her eyes on me. “Oh! My school? Seriously? Banji?”

“What?!” I ignorantly yelled.

With the phone still plugged to her ear, she made a sign to me with her left hand, bent all her fingers inward, save the middle one.

I was extremely angry but I respected her call, which got my mouth sealed and my emotions buried.

“Banji, Banji in the air.” She continued.

“Hey! Enough of my name.” I yelled. “Stop faking calls here and get out of my room.”

She lividly looked at me and stood up. “Dad, please I’m in the middle of a meeting. Ok.” She said. “Thanks dad. Love you too.”

“Why were you calling my name?”

She hissed. “I wasn’t wrong when I called you a dog because you bark alot.” She said. “Tracy, let’s get out of this matchbox.”

My eyes were saturated with tears and my lips were sealed as they forged out of my room, laughing and making jest of me.

Why she called my name was still a mystery to me.




TO BE CONTINUED...

Loooool... Na sleep cause am... Please remain the Blessing we know you as... Vexper, mba!

Bleszin: Kingzpen! Kingzpen!! Kingzpen!!! Hw many tymz i call u? Bt u said u wil drop 2 updates...wat happiin? Infact my name is nw VEXper....Until banji bcums fortunate

Same to you, Jumai. Thankz you so much and I love your name... *winks*

JumaiM: Compliment of d season KingzPen. Kudos! Me luv ur story

18 Wah? You tried bro... Thankz for taking your time to read through... God Bless You...

Mensah2013: I ws so engrosd wit ur update dat I finishd readin it 2 dis point in jus 18hrs. U ar a talent bro. Kip it up

Stefikal, hope all is well? Please be fine wherever you are o...

God help me Oooooo... Wish I can update like you're o... Loooool... Itz good anyways... More Grace I pray you...

D9ty7: I do force myself to update more than twice a day cos am always busy as bee. But i do that so that when i dnt update at all, there would be less complaints.

How you take dey drop all this update na... Me dey try but I no fit... Boss, abeg teach me na...

D9ty7: I'll drop one update before 7:30pm. And d second before 10pm, if possible the third before 11:30pm.

Boss don finish me with laff Oooo... LmaoOooo...

D9ty7: Am sure, he will hold the cheque leaf in his hand while having his bath. Lets wait and see.

From your comment, I know you're a gentle lady and you will just bid Banji goodbye without doing nothing... *winks* I lie? Am sorry for the delay... I will drop another BGG tonight...

Bleszin: Dat gal pity banji gv am ONLY 1 slap....if na me..(i comment my reserve) Kingzpen weldon bt dnt make me angry,annoying,vex bcus of ur delays

You're a pope so please get on your knees for him... *winks*[quote author=Senator_Pope]When are u going to lay ur hands on something and achieve such witout hiccups?

Banji u get serious problem.

I am suggesting u get 7 prophets to get 7 candles and then, u and d prophets will pray on 7 mountains,u shld also spend 7 days at the seaside.

Probably this will help u.

I still dey enjoy u oooo and expecting d 2nd update for 2day.[/quote]

Loooool... Banji case no even surprise u shey? E go surprise you soon... Loooool...

Flakkydagirl: I can't stop laffing,,,Bra strap,i tink two slaps wud av been better.
Banji is a big fool,we all know,why is he inserting the sim on the bike.
Am not even surprised,i knw he'ld surely encounter one problem or the other.

Nice one boss.

*covers face* I have tried that before o buh my phone no fall, mine was successful... Banji was just unfortunate... Perhaps, he is rich to buy another if anything happens...

D9ty7: I av nufin to say rather than Banji is mad. I'm sure some spiritual forces are against him. How can a human being, a university undergraduate be soooo stupid to the extent of inserting SIM card into a phone, while on a bike. A bike in motion for that matter.
Dchiefpries & pope, what are you guys doing, Banji needs prayers that will lead to diliverance from spiritual forces.
Iphone chai

If you know how much I learn from you, you won't tell me to leave... I dey gbadun you walahi... Still I follow Boss... *bows*

D9ty7: Kingzpen, what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be typing the next update on ur thread, but you're here viewing this thread.
Do you know what can make us fight? You leave without commenting.

EPISODE 66


This girl must be mean to have taken my bag, I said to myself as I increased my steps, ninety miles per hour. I pursued her with everything I had, every fibre of my being and no time, I covered the gap she created. Questions rushed into my mind as I afterwards saw her walking as she changed her direction. I cared less about her feet transition, so I rapidly moved closer to her, then forcefully dragged the right strap of the bag from her shoulder.

She fearfully turned around, holding her right teat like a precious metal, with her rage turned up to its maximum. I held in my hand a strap but I was surprised to see the left strap of the bag firmly resting on her shoulder and the right, dangling by her arm. Like flash, I fell on my knees begging. Why? The strap I was holding was for her bra.

“Please, I’m so sorry.” I said with a cloud of pity revolving around me. “Please pardon my stupidity.”

She bowed her head in anger, with her hand still on her chest, she raised her head and gave a fake smiled. “What can I do for you?” She asked.

“Ehm ehm, before I entered the exam hall, Mrs Nwachkwu asked me to drop my bag, then I moved and dropped my bag, then she searched me, then...” I was narrating when she angrily interjected.

“What’s my business with all you’re saying?” She yelled. “You must be crazy for delaying me. Idiot, foolish boy. You think I’m one of those cheap girls you chase around? Fool!”

She snatched her bra strap from me and walked away. I stood up, gazing at my bag go away. Banji, don’t be a fool, go get your bag, my instinct urged me again. I adhered. I paced quickly and got behind her without her notice, then I placed my left hand beneath the bag, touching and tenderly squeezing it to feel its content.

Slaaaap! I held my cheek, caressing it to ease of the pain. “More of that you will receive if you don’t back off.” She warned, turned around and moved on.

That slap was actually needed to place me back on track. I took to my heels to the department to confirm if my bag was truly gone. Within a twinkle of an eye, I got to the department but from afar the heap of bags had disappeared with no single bag left.

“This girl must be a bastard!” I angrily said. “She stole my bag, my phone and my money and she had the effrontery to slap me. She must be a joker.”

I had no option than to report my case to the course supervisor, Mrs Nwanchukwu. I knocked on her door, then went in without her permission.

“Good morning ma.”

“Good morning.” She replied. “Yes, how may I help you?”

“Excuse me ma, when you asked us to drop our bags, I dropped mine by this side.” I said, pointing to the spot I dropped my bag from her office. “Then, after the exam I couldn’t find my bag again. But I saw one girl...”

“Is that the bag?” She interjected and pointed.

I looked quickly at the direction of her hand and I grinned when I saw it. “Yes ma. That’s my bag.” I said, smiling.

“Ok. Take it.” She said. “So, what happened to the girl after the exam?”

I picked up my bag and paused at the spot. “Ma? Which girl?” I asked, confused.

“The one you wanted to talk about.”

I scratched my head. “Ma, I and the girl were both searching for it. That’s it ma.”

“Ok, you may go.”

As soon as I left her office, I opened the bag, brought out the phone and the cheque, buried them in my pocket, then forged out of the campus. I was so elated. I threw a coin in my mind to determine where to go, the bank or the telecommunication office. Time favored the later, it was 11:58 P.M. I hurriedly board a motorcycle and it alighted me at the nearest telecommunication office. I walked in, bounced to the customer service, laid my complain and I was asked to wait for some minutes.

While waiting, I can’t help but notice how beautiful the service attendant was. Abisola, that’s her name, I found out from the nameplate placed on her desk. The color of her scarf, which she converted to a tie, blended with the color of the building, yellow.

“Hello, Mrs Abisola, I’m waiting.” I said because minutes were becoming an hour.

She looked at me and smiled. “It’s Miss Abisola.” She said. “Come over and have your SIM card.”

I stood, walked up to her, smiled and collected it. “Thanks so much.” I said.

“You’re welcome.” She replied. “Would that be all?”

“Yes.”

“Thanks, we are always with you.” She said, smiled and winked at me. “Everywhere you go.”

I smiled and left the office. I was so happy to launch my SIM card with a new phone, so I brought out my phone as I flagged down a motorcycle.

It stopped. “Hikmoj Bank, for dammygoody.” I said, pointing ahead.

“Two hundred.” The motorcyclist said.

“Two what? Sey wetin? Hikmoj Bank for here.” I said, aggressively pointing to an unknown destination. “Dammygoody street wey no far from here, zoom zoom, you don reach and you sey two hundred. Abeg na one fifty jor.”

“Oya enter.” He said.

I cajoled him. As I relished every minute on the bike, I was busy trying to get my sim card into my phone. I detatched the SIM card from the plastic successfully, then I placed it between my lips. My hands were full and busy; the sim pack, the plastic and the phone, all laid in my hands. I muddled through to pull out the SIM card tray but my grip on the phone wasn’t firm enough.

Unknowingly, the motorcyclist ran into a ditch, I lost grip on the phone and it slipped away from my hand.

I quickly removed the SIM card from my lips. “Jesus! My phone.” I yelled.

“Wetin?!” The motorcyclist yelled in return.





TO BE CONTINUED...

3:15 P.M. Please... *winks* Amma drop 2 updates today...

Nancydearie: Na wah ooooo,whick kind wahala be this nah? U no wan update,wetin we do u?

Sure Boss... Just editing at d time...

D9ty7: Waiting don tire me o. Let me tour around lit section and see maybe i'll see another story. By the time am thru i knw u wud av updated.

I'm so sure you got the context of my swearing wrong if it was outside my write up. If you are in the medical line or military line, you have no option than to swear an oath of allegiance. My swearing doesn't attach anything to it and I'm Christian and know the context you picking this from but I would refer you to Hebrew 6:13 and see the context of God swearing to Abraham, I ain't God but want to be like Him, can you challenge Him there? Anyways, Thankz for atleast liking my story cos that's the main thing here...God Bless You...

Nnamnsoj: My guy you too much but one thing i don't like about you is your swearing habit! I mean you swear alot, remember let your yes be yes and your no be no said Jesus ok. Please stop swearing ok

What context did I swear?

Nnamnsoj: My guy you too much but one thing i don't like about you is your swearing habit! I mean you swear alot, remember let your yes be yes and your no be no said Jesus ok. Please stop swearing ok

Flakky On Point!!! Still I Follow...

Good Morning Y'all...

Update would drop rapidly from tomorrow BGG...

This Story Is Finishing Before This Year Runs Out...

I Pray For God's Grace To Deliver...

August 2, This Book Is Gonna Hit The Market...

Love Y'all...

Loooool... Dhayor, you no fit get HBP because I know you na... *winks* Loooool...

dhayor58: Dis stori is jez getting more nd more interesting nd suspence-filled, i pray suspense no go gv me HBP

Yh I have and have replied... Pls kindly check your box... Update coming soon...

Nancydearie: Kingzpen,did u get my mail?Waiting for ur next update.