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dapzyadix: But why!!! I dropped d answer 1st now

SECOND QUESTION

ARRANGE ALL THE READERS WHO DROPPED COMMENT ON PAGE 20 IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER.

MUNIHO WON THE FIRST QUESTION...

MUNIHO WON THE FIRST QUESTION...

FIRST QUESTION


ARRANGE ALL THE READERS WHO DROPPED COMMENT ON PAGE 9 IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER.

First Question Dropping By 8:00 P.M.

Hint: The Question Is All About Speed And Reasoning On This Thread... No Question About The Story At All...

Please Post Your Answer As Soon As You Are Sure. The Fastest Finger Gets It, That's The Person With The Fastest Timing And Valid Answer...

Once You Are Declared Winner, Pls Don't Attempt Subsequent Questions...

So We Would Have Three Different Winners...


We Are All Winners...


You All Made KingzPen A Better Writer With Your Words Of Encouragement And Support...

I Swear I Love Y'all Like Wetin Happen...

God Bless Y'all...

Loooooool... Don't mind me... More Coming...

Bulcqlay: Kingzpen, u are draging me to d wall wit higly expensive suspence u gave al d tym....did u want me to bug ur head nd release d rest pieces.....thumps up bro...xpectin more!

Flakky Dearie, where on earth have you been? Is it Adusco?

Flakkydagirl: I wish i woudn't stop reading



But,



Its just that you always stop writing.....


Hmmm!
Kingzpen!

Thanks Boss... Just following your lead... I remain loyal Sir...

D9ty7: Kingzpen, i'm so loving this story. Especially the humour.
Waiting impatiently for episode 60, which implies that i can't wait for the xmas question.

Thanks so much, Niyonice... Am so humbled by your comment... God Bless You...

Niyonice: Just can't get my mind off this story, u're truely talented@ kingzpen

Loooooooooool... You need to bro... Thankz for following thus far... God Bless You...

adusco: Wooooooow!
Adusco university.
I'm blushing right now.

Bt wait o,did you say Nancy in my university? She jus won a schorlarship, she shld see me in my orvince(office)

kingspen! U are jus too much
drop it as e dey HOT

Looooooooool... How I wish this could really happen...

maestrob: Sorry that it took me a while to comment, i tot the story had been suspended.
That 's brave of you BOSS to continue the Story.
God will always fill ur Ink's tank with overflowing Ink & inspiration

Banji don turn to Jim Iyke
Segun ~~
Desmond Elliot
Nancy ~~ Genevive Nnaji
Scorpion ~~ Gentle Jack
Kofo ~~ Mercy Johnson
If you dont mind, you can consult Mainframe Production to produce this great artwork as home video.
Its gonna make it(like seriously)

eeerm...
Banji will soon start to dey swim in Fortune.
Chai
#TeamBanji

Woooooooooooow. Thanks for the award... I have kept it on a golden shelf... Thanks so much, Maestrob... God Bless You...

maestrob: Thanks BOSS for using my name.
I appreciate it.
Your story is as sweet as Honey
as lovely as Queen
as unpredictable as Chess game.

Coz of this, we ur followers give U dis award

~-INVINCIBLE MAESTRO-~
IN THE WORLD OF ARTISTIC WORK

Festus What?! Abeg na, me be learner ooooooo...

merbenko: Iam addicted on Naijaloaded because of you. I love to read your write up. I must confess you write better than late Festus Iyayi.

I was proof reading... Guess you won't like to see errors...

Nancydearie: It's after 6pm already,what's keeping u Kingz?

EPISODE 60


Oh my God I should have reduced the money I wrote a little, I said to myself still gazing at vexed Samuel’s father.

“Why are you scared? Do you think I won’t give you the amount, if you wrote larger than what I thought you would?” Samuel’s father asked.

I nodded. “No sir.” I said with a fidgety voice. “That’s the amount I want Sir.”

He smiled. “Fifty thousand naira? Ok, that’s fine.” He said, then looked at Samuel, who sat on the chair concentrating on a movie played on the television. “Sam.”

“Yes dad.”

“Take Banji to the guest room to freshen up.”

“Ok dad.”

I smiled, looked at Samuel, who stood immediately bidding me to follow him. I carefully took my steps behind Samuel. As we walked on, my nose like a dog, detected where the kitchen was situated because of the dangerous aroma that puffed out of it. Even if I’m dreaming, I refuse to wake up until I taste out of this meal that is cooking in the kitchen, I almost said. Samuel opened a door, I entered, he entered also and locked the door.

“Wow!” I said, astonished. “Is this your dad’s room?”

Samuel chuckled. “No, Banji. This is just one out of our guest rooms.”

“One out of how many guest rooms?” I asked, laying emphasis on each word.

“Five.”

“Five guest rooms?”

“Yes Banji.” He said. “Please come off it. It’s nothing. Let me show you the bathroom.”

We don’t even have a house of our own, speak less of having a room set aside for guest, I wondered as I followed him to see the bathroom.

“This it.” He said, pointing to a gold plated door.

“Ok, thanks”

“I’m downstairs. Hurry so you can prepare for your tomorrow exam.” Samuel said with a wink as he exited the room.

I stared at the golden door for some seconds and wondered if truly it was the door to a bathroom. I gently pushed the door open, I entered and closed it gently not to damage it because even if I was sold, my price wouldn’t purchase the doorknob. I almost ran out of the bathroom when I heard a voice that said, ‘welcome to the Martin’s residence.’ I was damn scared. Whose voice was that and where did the sound come from? Those were the questions I couldn’t answer at that moment.

I acted like a man, I put off my singlet, my torn trouser and was set to bath; my pant was with Sheri, she owe me that. I’m not an ignoramus, I said out loud but the Martin’s shower proved me wrong again. I went under the shower and immediately heard a voice that said, ‘press your desired fluid on the control board.’ I scanned all around for the control board but it was no where to be found. I was already frustrated, I was about leaving the bathroom when I saw a faint electronic board on the wall, just beside the shower pole.

I sighed. “Hot, cold, soapy, abeg me no get time for all this menu of water.” I yelled as I irately pressed cold.

Almost immediately, cold water poured out of the shower, I checked around for soap but there was none, I hissed and scrubbed my body without it; Ignorance is a disease, there was soap in the shower, I just didn’t know I was to press soapy. I finished and wondered how I would turn off the shower, I stayed under it looking at the menu on the control board but there was nothing like off on the menu. I angrily walked away from the shower and it stopped immediately. I rushed out of the bathroom like a mad man, I felt I was watched from a screen and was rendered assistance when needed.

The experience I had in the bathroom could be compared with the one I had in the forest, so frustrating. I was surprised to see on the bed new clothing for me to wear. I hurriedly dried my body, creamed and put on the clothes. I looked so classy when I checked myself in the mirror; my silver gray Polo Ralph Lauren T-shirt cost a fortune, which I purposely tucked inside my sable chinos trouser to flaunt my Gucci belt. I stepped out looking gorgeous, the sound that was produced when the heel of my black moccasin kissed the ground gave me the confident to face the president.

I buried my left hand in my pocket as I walked to the sitting room. As I passed by, I heard the sound of plates clinging to each other, the sound came from the kitchen. Let me be of help to Mrs Martin, I said to myself as I gently walked into the kitchen.

What! A rapid hormonal change took place in my body system when I saw the backside of Mrs Martin. I stared at it for as long as fifteen seconds, I moved closer, she turned around.

“Good afternoon Sir.” She greeted.





TO BE CONTINUED...

Ooooooops, what a day!!!

Sorry Y'all Just Returned Home From Hustling...

I Just Don't Like Typing With My Phone Because Inspiration Won't Flow...

Please Accept My Apology...

Update Coming By 6:10 P.M.

Question Coming By 8:00 P.M.


Love Y'all...

I understand your point of view but my question is will you keep creating a thread for every short story?

At a point, you will have close to or more than 20 short stories which probably you won't remember some as time goes, so what happens in that case.

Series writers, in my view are short story writers too just that they elaborate more on what should have ended way back.

I know am a writer, short or series... Writer na Writer, so don't segment it.
[quote author=senbonzakura_kageyoshi]Good points, but what about those that hope for their stories to make front page? I mean, i've not seen one post make front page twice so what happens if you have, say, two stories on your short stories thread that are front page worthy since they are, technically, the same thread? Besides, when trying to reference a previous story, it would be much easier to post a link to a different thread entirely where readers can find the story and it can be fully discussed in its won right instead of having one thread discussing say, four or five different stories which would be rather confusing. Al;so, you can never underestimate the power of a title. A new visitor to the board would be less inclined to visit a thread title "My Shorts Stories" as against an actual story title which should appear if each story has a thread.

(I seriously wonder why everyone is acting like this is not an actual issue. Before this whole series writing became a thing, wasn't it just short stories nearly everybody was writing?)[/quote]

If I were in your shoes, I would create a thread, name it 'My Short Stories.' Then, I post any short story I have subsequently on the thread to give it the kind of attention I want.

This is possible if and only if you really mean to keep writing short stories because you cannot just post a short story today and after one month post another, this wouldn't improve one as a writer and also wouldn't achieve the aim of creating the thread.

My little advice, create a thread then inject all your short stories there anytime anyday you want...

Can't stop laffing at your comments, Y'all...

Anyways, Watch out for EPISODE 60... After it drops the Christmas Questions...

First Three To Solve It Gets The Prize...

Itz a token so you are free not to attempt...


Love Y'all...

M&K is a kinda chocolate sweet...

dhayor58: Chai, dz is gettin interesting, u neva ansa ma questn oh, watz m&k

I have used Ella, Stefikal, Rikidony, Adusco, Maestrob and Nancy... 3 Girls 3 Guyz... So no preferential treatment... Love Y'all...

Tommybob: Hahaha he doesn't use dem guys name.... *jst jokin*

EPISODE 59


If only my dad was rich enough to get me all I needed in life, I ruminated deeply on the spot. What’s the point standing here,since I am not welcome? No point, I turned around and walked towards the gate to exit, atleast I had some money left which could take me back to school.

I will make it, I assured myself. I got to the gate but couldn’t open it because the gate wasn’t like the normal ones I saw around. I confusingly peeped around, looking at the gate like a big obstacle, I moved closer and pushed it, it made a loud scary noise, I quickly withdrew, transfering my hands backwards to prove my innocence.

“Kai, who be that?!” Jibril shouted from the guardroom.

I shivered at the sound of Jibril’s voice because I had phobia for vexed hausa folks. “Oga, abeg na me.” I said, rubbing my palms together pleading.

“Wetin you want am for gate wey I touch am?” He said.

I almost chuckled but I refrained to save my neck from his unseen dagger. “Oga, I want to go out.” I said.

“Next time, I shout am for Jibril for here.” He said, pointing to the guardroom, which was located just by the gate. “Jibril, I come out and come open the gate for you.”

“Yes sir.”

Jibril opened the gate and I stepped out of the house. I took some steps away, turned around and admired the mansion again. It was extremely exquisite. I shrugged off and proceeded. Motorcycles weren’t allowed to operate in that environment so I had to walk miles before I could get one that would convey me to the garage.

I got to the garage, I entered the bus going to my destination but it was yet to be filled up. I was quite unhappy because I had thought Samuel would at least show some appreciation to me but I still gave thanks to God that I was alive. Passengers trooped into the bus and got it filled save a seat. We were all waiting when I saw a black Lincoln Navigator jeep cruise into the garage. I fixed my eyes on it and quickly pictured Samuel’s father’s Hummer jeep, the rich and their luxury.

The back door of the jeep opened and I saw someone rushed out of it. I couldn’t see the person yet because the height of the jeep obstructed my vision. The person walked from the jeep,lo and behold it was Samuel.

Wow, he had changed in a jiffy, from afar I sampled all he wore: a raven polo shirt tucked in a nice caramel penciled trouser fastened with a Louis Vuitton belt, which all rested on a sable Nike Air Force one sneaker.

“Samuel!” I shouted. “Samuel!”

He looked around but couldn’t decipher where the sound came from. “Samuel!” I screamed again, waving my hand from the window of the bus.

He saw me, smiled and ran to the bus. “Banji, why did you do that?” He said. “Please get down.”

I smiled. “Please,excuse me.” I said to the passenger seated by my right as I stood up from my seat. “I’m coming Samuel.”

“Ahn ahn, why step on me?” The passenger complained.

“I’m sorry.”

“Sha come down abeg.” The passenger said with a frown on his face.

I wondered why that passenger was annoyed, I guessed he had a mood swing because I had increased the number of the remaining passengers to two. Well, I cared less. I alighted from the bus with a joyful heart, I immediately hugged Samuel and he hugged me more tighter.

“It would be a nightmare for me if I lost you.” Samuel said, still clinging to me.

“Aww, that’s so nice of you.”

He let go of me. “Come, dad is waiting in the car.” He said, dragging me towards their car.

“Your dad?”

“Yes, in the car.”

My heart skipped a beat. How would I confront a man that snubbed me the very first time he saw me? I asked myself as I approached the car. I quickly composed myself in my dirty singlet. The back window of the jeep slipped down into its case, exposing the face of Samuel’s father.

He looked at me. “Come in, boy.” He said and gave a smile.

That smile was needed to give the comfort I craved for. Samuel sat with his father behind while I married the driver in front. We zoomed off.

“What’s your name son?” Samuel’s father asked.

“It’s Banji, Sir.” I quickly answered with my head stiffed and my eyes glued to the windshield.

“That’s good.” He said. “Samuel has told me alot about you and I can’t but thank you so much.”

“All thanks to God, Sir.” I said with a smile on my face.

“Thank you so much.” He said. “By the way, which school are you.”

“Adusco university, Sir.”

“Adusco?” Samuel and his father resounded concurrently.

I tilted my neck backwards to look at them. “Yes Sir, Adusco university.”

“That’s Nancy’s school.” Samuel said to his father.

The father nodded in affirmation. “That’s where my daughter attends. I’m glad to know you.” He said and laughed out loud, then Samuel winked at me. “But your examination starts tomorrow.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Kunle.” He called the driver.

“Sir!” The driver answered.

“As soon as you get home, get the Murano ready.” He said. “You’ll drive Banji to school.”

“Yes Sir.”

I smiled. The gate opened and we drove into the compound. We all alighted, Samuel’s father threw his hand around my neck and ushered me into the house. I couldn’t believe what I was experiencing, it all seemed like I was dreaming.

Wow, I finally got to heaven. The interior of their house couldn’t be described because it rendered me speechless. I was offered a seat by the father, I sat down. My eyes scanned all around the living room, moving from one edge to the other, turning three hundred and sixty degrees every minute.

“Banji, feel free, ok?”

“Ok Sir.” I replied with a shaky voice.

“Samuel, get me my checkbook from my drawer and call your mum.” He said.

Samuel scampered away and came back in no time. “Here dad.” He said, stretching the checkbook to his father.

His father collected it, brought out a pen from his pocket, wore his spectacle, opened the checkbook and signed on a leaflet. “Where is your mum?” He asked Samuel as he signed the check.

“She’s in the kitchen. She will join you soon.”

Then, the father stretched the checkbook to me, I stood up quickly and collected it. I looked at it, he looked at me and I looked at him. “Write any amount you want on it.” He said with a smile.

I almost fainted. Please, wake me up, I was about saying. “Sir?” I asked.

“Yes, go on and write the amount you want on it.”

He stretched the pen to me, I collected it with a vibrating hand. Is this a test or what? I asked myself. I was really scared, the last time I felt that way was the day I wrote my U.M.E.

I looked at Samuel, who immediately winked at me to proceed. I sat down, turned the page of the check and wrote what my mind dictated, then I stood up and returned it back to him. He peeked into the check and paused for some seconds, he laughed out loud, paused and frowned his face at me. Was that too much?



TO BE CONTINUED...

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Grammy dey await you Oooooo... Looooool...

stefikal: #singing for Banji

I can see d colours of d rainbow, I can see d sun on your face, I see d light @ d end of tunnel and I can feel heaven in dz place...dts d sign of a victory....

Pastor Eyezik, your prayer don answer on Banji Oooooo... Pls pray for Kingzpen too Oooo... Loooool... God answer your prayers... One Love Bro...

eyezik3: Wooow! Banji luck av cum to u cuz am sure samuel's father go gv u sometin! Cuz i went to camp becuase i don pray for him in camp i jst cum bak on sunday.

You're in d spirit... loooool... I pray luck shines on him Oooooo...

Bleszin: Luks lyk luck is by d corner waitin 4 banji....i jst pray d witches dat ar afta banji 4get abt him at least 4 now...*in a sad tone*#dat guy don ova suffer

Looooooool, if Samuel is Adaobi's brother then my story don turn naija film be dat Oooo... Forgive my manners, just joking... Thankz so much Eve4Eva... Your name needs to enter my writeup soon... God Bless You...

Eve4eva: Hahaha,r u sure samuel is nt adaobi's broda, nyc wrk kingz more power 2 ur elbow. Dis Banji story na season film o

EPISODE 58


Even if we were tied down, we would break loose because we couldn’t afford to experience again all we went through some hours ago.

“Hurry, follow me.” I muttered to Samuel as I ran quickly along the path.

We ran uninterrupted. No ditch falling, no root stumbling, no stone kicking and no feet dragging, we were focused. We saw vehicles zoomed by from afar, which gladdened our heart to run the race to completion.

We got to the main road, I turned around to gazed at the Egyptians while Samuel flagged down the vehicles to help. The villians stopped and gazed at us from afar, I opened my palms wide, pointing it at them and blew my tongue to them.

“God pass una!” I screamed out loud. “God will punish you all. I promise to be back for you all. Bastards!”

I lost focus on Samuel, while I was busy abusing the bad guys. Screeeeeeeech! A car suddenly stopped. I looked back, only to see Samuel in the middle of the road standing like a cross in front of the car. I ran quickly to get him out of the road but he remained stiff. The driver of the car remained in the car with his wife gazing at the both of us.

“Banji, just let me complete this.” He muttered to me.

“Sure you know what you’re doing?”

“Sure.”

Samuel walked to the driver of the car while I stood wondering what they were discussing. After some seconds, Samuel signalled me to enter the car as he did also. The driver offered help to get us to a garage to board another bus to our destination. The driver made a U-turn and headed on to the nearest garage.

“Thank you Sir.” I said as we alighted from the car. “Thank you ma. God bless you.”

“Be careful and stop travelling at night, it’s dangerous.” The driver adviced me. “Even you,Jesus Christ, next time don’t stand on the road like that and also wait for your dad to come pick you from school else you pull a call through to him. Ok?”

“Ok Sir.” Samuel said and smiled. “Thank you Sir.”

“Take.” The driver said, stretching some money to me through the window.

I collected it and they zoomed off, I looked at Samuel and he hugged me. I sighed in relief as we walked inside the garage.

“Ella Avenue! Ella Ella Ooooooo!” The bus conductor screamed at the top of his voice. “Enter with your change o. One thousand, five hundred no enter o.”

I followed Samuel’s lead, we entered the bus and sat. “Banji, I can’t thank you enough.”

“Shush.” I sounded. “You don’t have to thank me.”

“Am so happy you’re following me home.” He said and smiled. “You will see my mum and dad.”

“Ok, it would be my pleasure.”

The bus got filled up in no time and we took off. It was a smooth ride. I looked so messed up, I had on me a very dirty singlet, a torn trouser and a leg of my sandal, the other leg was on exile.

“Conductor, please we are dropping at the next busstop.”

“Maestrob?”

“Yes, Maestrob.” Samuel confirmed.

Like flash, the bus stopped at our designated busstop and we alighted. I followed Samuel gently as he hopped for joy along the street to his house. The street was well tiled, neat and shining. No doubt, only the rich lived in that area.

“Samuel, wait!” I shouted.

“Come on Banji, this is my house.” He said, pointing to a mansion.

I hastened my steps to him. “This?” I asked, surprised.

“Yes, this.” He said. “This is my little home.”

You call this little? Then I have no home, I almost said. Samuel pressed the intercom, spoke to it and the gate fled open.

“Come in, Banji.” Samuel said as he stepped through the gate.

I reluctantly entered. “Good morning Sir.” I greeted the man behind the gate.

“Good morning.” The man replied.

“Banji, come on. Leave Jibril alone, let’s go in.”

I was so scared because the paradise, sorry,the compound looked so big. I sampled the building from afar and I could imagine what the interior would look like. We were almost stepping into the house when we heard the gate open. An hummer three zoomed speedily to the door step of the house, parking right in front of me. I almost freezed because that was the second time I saw an hummer so close to me.

“Daaaaaadddddddyyyy!” Samuel shouted, running quickly to meet his dad,who alighted from the back door of the jeep.

He jumped on him, he cared less about the white apparel his dad put on which came in contact with his muddy clothing.

“My munchkin!” He shouted. “Oh my God! I missed you.”

“I missed you too dad.” Samuel said, holding tightly to his dad as he carried him.

The dad didn’t even notice my presence, he carried happy Samuel in leaving me outside. The hummer zoomed off to the parking lot just about twelve meters away from where I was standing. I looked like a chump, I bit my fingernails one after the other, scanned through myself again, shook my head and wept.

If only I was born with a silver spoon.



TO BE CONTINUED...

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Walewunmi, you said it well... Banji, gat no choice dan to suck d juice outta his neck... Thankz so much bro... God Bless You...

walewunmi: Woow banji don turn vampire can't believe it (bt on 2nd tot I can't blame him dere is a saying dat goes thus *desperate times calls 4desperate measures*n also *d end justify's the means so banji thumbs up bro*...btw wat a lucky escape 4him n samuel

Thankz so much bro... God Bless You...

merbenko: Mervelous of your write-up keep it up aim your fan.