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seunviju:
Happy birthday kingzpen,wishing you long life and prosperity in good health.You shall always remember today for good always

Amen and Amen... Thanks Sweet...

Onemansquad:
you cant invite me to cum wish ma oga kingzpen a happy birthday?
Am cuming bak 4 u

*btw oga kingzpen
as you have reached another milestone I
join the rest of ur fans in
wishing you Happy may God let u continue to greater heights *AMEN*

Thanks so much Boss... I really admire your friendly gesture in almost all the threads on d lit section...

Welldone Boss and Thanks once again...

Flakkydagirl:
Happy birthday boss. Wishing you a beautiful birthday this day and ever.

Thankz so much Dearie... I really do appreciate you...
Where on earth have you been?

D9ty7:
Happy birthday to a boss. Long life and prosperities Oga mi sir. And I pray that God in his infinite mercy will grant you every of your heart desires. Goodness and mercy shall follow you all the days of your life.
Sharing the same birth month with a king makes me want to dance azonto.
@Larrysun: I prostrate sir
@kitme: I bow ma'am

Loooool @ Azonto.

Amen to your prayers Sir...

I really do appreciate your love and kind gestures Boss... Can't thank you enough...

You really are amazing...

Kitme:
Wow..happy birthday, Kingzpen.
The pen is truly yours..
Wishing you wonderful days ahead,

Because.....

You're loved
You're cherished
You're admired
You're a model to intending writers.

We celebrate you, King of pens!

Oh my sweetheart! Apart from the fact that you're one of my source of motivation, you're someone I respect so much...

Thanks so much darling Kitme...

I do appreciate you... And note, I Love You!

LarrySun, as much as I tried to push back the tears and dent the goose pumps from rising any higher, they still rolled down and rose as tall as mountains respectively...

You have proved to be more than a friend to me, and I really can't thank you enough! You really are my Twinnion...

I LOVE YOU DIE! #NoHomo

Thank Twinnion!

Work have taking me hostage... But I sure will try to make it up to you guyz...

YoungestMuller:
Kingzpen-sneh, whr av U been since-sneh...welcome anyways-sneh
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U av to compensate Us tho-sneh

Itz not about the views my dear... And that ain't a motivating factor at all, for me... Perhaps, you have no clue what's up with me... I'm doing this not to be compensated with comments, views, likes or anything whatsoever. I'm doing this for the people who still care to read... Finish!

Nmeri17:
they're not to blame at all. its all your fault. you racked 40,000 views and threw it away just like that. who does that??

Awwww... Faithful ones are yet to be bred, cos those are the ones I need...

Nmeri17:
Bro u don pursue all your readers finish nice update anyways

PLS, I'M SO SORRY FOR MY LONG ABSENCE...

EPISODE 31


Now in this room were six eyes, four of which shimmered with tons of fear. Dede’s sight narrowed to the bolted door, imagining how fast he could unbolt it and run away.

“Don’t be scared. I’m not hurting you.” The guy with the gun put a stop to the terror swirling inside of them. “I will leave in some minutes, just be calm.”

“Okay.” The lady said slowly, her eyes well installed on the dangerous metal he held. She had a chronic fear for guns, all because of their prompt obedience at the pull of the trigger. “Can you please put that aside?”

“This?” He stretched out his pistol. “Fine. That’s no problem.” He walked to a table and dropped it, but clung on to his brief-case. The lady’s curious eyes still questioned the content of the brief-case, but her guts weren’t muscled enough to attack him again, so she sealed her lips.

This stone-faced guy could change his mind and pick back his gun, and thinking of his scary burly physique like a bodyguard, Dede summoned courage to leave the room.

“Where are you going?” The guy said, his voice deep and husky.

“Nowhere.” Dede stopped and faked a smile as he stared longingly into his ireful eyes. “I’m not going anywhere, sir.”

“Sit!” He commanded. The command that was meant for Dede alone also forced the innocent lady into quick action. The power of a voice that had been fortified by excessive smoking of ganja. “Nobody leaves until I leave. Understood?”

The two nodded sheepishly.

And just as their fear became very obvious to the fearsome guy, the antenna of his nose arose to catch the frequency of the choking smell that exuded from the pot of beans burning on the stove, at a corner of the room. He coughed. He coughed again in three quick succession. Then he dropped to the ground, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. Immediately, the shop owner scrambled to her feet and ran to the stove, dropped the pot and blew off the fire. Dede understanding that this was an asthmatic attack, rushed to him and groped inside his pocket for his inhaler. He found nothing save his wallet.

“Check his box for the puffer.” The lady said, hastening to open the windows.

Dede reached for the brief-case and opened it. “Jeeezus!”

“What?” She turned to Dede, who instantly satisfied her curiosity, holding a bale of hundred dollar bill. “Oh my god!”

“Shuuush. Oh your god, see your mouth.” Dede shut her up, then closed the brief-case and laid it aside. “Abeg let’s get him to the hospital.”

“Okay okay.” Her mind couldn’t relinquish the unimaginable wealth that just flashed before her poor eyes. She carried the dying guy by the head while Dede went for his heavy legs. More like lifting a full bag of rice, his body weight gave them an arduous time to get him to the door. Dede let go one of his legs to open the latch. Then, the asthmatic gave a long loud wheeze, apparently his last breath, and died.

They gently laid him down.

Wouldn’t this lead to another problem? The thought that ran through their minds, as they stood motionless with a folded arms, staring grief-stricken at the corpse.

“What are we going to do? We can’t keep him here.” She took some steps away from the corpse, turned around and took a quick scan around the room. “No, never, not in this shop. We should better report this case immediately to the police.”

Dede looked at her with utmost disdain. “You no even sabi wetin dey commot for your mouth.” He pushed the latch behind the door, then walked to take a seat. “Oh, you will tell the police and they go sey, ‘better people thank you, make una dey go.’ Chai! Yoruba people and fear, na only God fit separate una.”

“Okay, what are we going to do?” She said almost immediately in her local dialect and translated it when Dede put up a puzzled face. “What exactly do you want us to do?”

He firmed his elbows on his thighs, then placed his cheeks in between his palms and thought for some seconds. “We will keep him here till midnight, after we’ll drop him beside the main road.”

“What if we’re caught?”

“Oh my god! I tire for this Yoruba people o. Who go catch us na, haba!”

“Come, enough of this your cockiness. We are talking about a death case here and you’re just taking it like it’s a piece of cake.” The young lady stunned Dede with the educated side of her. “I can very much go out now and inform the police and you’ll do nothing about it.”

“Sorry.” Dede interjected. “No vex. Abeg no vex.”

She sighed and mumbled, “I doubt you are not a robber yourself.” Her gaze on Dede’s bag, slung around his neck.

“What are we going to do now?” He asked as she inched towards the table where the pistol laid.

She took the pistol. “What’s in your bag?” She said with a softer tone.

“My bag? Nothing. Just my clothes.”

She turned around and pointed the pistol at him. “Bring them out. Empty the bag on the floor.”

Without contemplating, Dede stood to his feet and begged her to put away the gun. She didn’t seem to back down, tightening even more her hands around the pistol grip and her right index finger on the trigger, so he unzipped the bag and emptied it on the floor. The bundles of one thousand naira note that rained out of the bag forced her mouth to open without any word.

“I can explain.” Dede dropped the bag and raised his hands in defeat. “Just put away the gun. I’m not a robber. I swear. Please put the gun away.”

“I will pull the trigger if you don’t right away narrate how this money came about.”

He wiped the drips of sweat that instantly formed over his forehead, then sat down with his head bowed. Now Dede knew what it feels like to be a subject under pressure, exactly what he didn’t know Ireti was undergoing.

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Gbam! Ireti slammed the door of her car and quickened her steps into the house. She had driven all around town in the quest to find Dede. She clenched her fist at her side, paused along the jumbled sitting room to reminisce for a minute the silly mistake she had made, bringing Dede into her house, and into her bedroom. How could she have been so inattentive to the fact that nobody should be trusted? But now nothing bothered her more than the last four hours of her time that she had left to produce the money. She resolved, moved briskly into the bedroom to pack her belongings to whiz out of town before Desmond would storm on her.

The idea of walking away from all she had worked many years for impelled tears from her eyes. She drew back into her nostrils the watery mucus that slipped down her upper lip, wiped the fast-rolling tears with the back of her palm, then shuffled to the shoe rack, packed her shoes and shoved them all into her luggage. What else was she forgetting? She asked herself over and over again, shifting her very fast gaze from one angle to the other. Nothing of vital importance could be sought by her roving eyes, so she hastily forged on out of the house. Unknown to a woman whose world had began to fall apart, that her sudden, worst nightmare would grow even worse, worse than she could ever imagine.

The sun had gone in search of its lost power, giving room for the moon to brighten the environment to the best of its ability. The chirping sound of the crickets could partially be heard in spite of the loud zoom made by fast moving vehicles. And the gentle breeze from the warm evening stroked her supple skin. Getting close to her car, Ireti let down her luggage, peeked into her clutch bag and groped in it for her car-key. After seconds of thorough searching, she realized the key laid not in her bag, but on her bed, in the bedroom. Her pulse rate increased, throbbing hard for fear, and without any delay, she rushed back into the house.

Having expected her after fifteen hours of her departure from his residence, Desmond had sent his gang after Ireti.

“Dead or alive, bring her to me, else don’t return to me. Go!” Desmond’s single command that kept his gang accelerating very fast on the streets of Lagos, flouting traffic rules, towards Ireti’s house.



TO BE CONTINUED...

Ephhay:
bby u r here

Yes Love...

emperorfidel:
Thanks boss, hope the story is good?

Yes it is... Itz fast developing...
Take your time...

emperorfidel:
Thanks boss, hope the story is good?

Yes it is... Itz fast developing...
Take your time...

Wooooow... Dedicated to me? Thanks Boss! I really do appreciate it...
So learning from your writeup...
Keep It Up Sir...

emperorfidel:
Kingzpen's presence? am homoured.

Ride On Boss... I'm right here with ya...

Awesome Work... Following Boss...

How could that be the end? No possible! Unfair to live both the character and we the readers hanging on the thin rope of this story's suspense.

Nice story you've got... Love it...

Awesome!!! Ride On Twinnion...

Banji, Dede and Ireti should show up here...
*thinking*

Oga D9ty7, good job done so far... Kudos!

Nmeri17:
owky so sani, salewa and co have all evaporated into the gaseous atmosphere and u lost track of what became of them ba??

Nah Nah, they're all seated on a bench situated at a corner in my brain, waiting for me to direct them...
Gah the whole story broken down to the end...



*winks*

Nmeri17:
so......so you stii dey??

Situation of things drove me away, far away... Guess I got a reason to arrive now...

Kitme:
Hello, kingzpen
Started reading last night and I am here..Nice work you have here!
You have the kindest of heart, the way you interacts with your fans is awesome, I remembered asking for the E-book of 'my life on campus' and you sent it without collecting a dime..Jahbless!
Please be strong and update at your own convenience!
*hugs*
Btw, Episode 29 and 30 are hidden, why? Kindly repost them!

Thankz so much Dear... I'm awed by your comment, can't get over it quickly... For the updates, I will try and recover from the long absence... Thankz for your care...

*hugs*

Onemansquad:
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oga kingzpen i see u

Loooool... Oga Police, you sabi catch me...

Onemansquad:
Viewing this topic: KingzPen(m

oga kingzpen i sight u bro

Looool... Sharp eyes... Here to learn...

kitnah:
No sir
Kindly resend

Check now... I just resent it...

kitnah:
Thank you sire!! I just mailed you!!!!
Kindly check your mail

Seen it?

LarrySun:
Thank you so much, sir.

About my discipline, you wouldn't believe me if I told you.

My Twinny studied Yoruba Engineering...

Lmaooooo...

Can't wait to do a writing collaboration with you...