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Jumizie13: HBG, i dnt get u wen u wrote "I YOUR GUYS CATCHES AYODELE'S KILLER SOON"

It was merely an error of omission, which, sometimes, is inevitable. The lacking word is 'hope' or rather 'pray'.

The last paragraph is the funniest. Weldone.

Ishilove: Huh?? I don't follow

None of your words and phrases is italicized. There's nothing wrong about it though, it's a matter of style.

Thanks a great lot, Kay9. I'd also love to read your critiques. One of my major aim of posting my stories online is to find people point out my errors and also suggest some better points in the plot development. Bless you, sir.

Good narratives, Ishi. Why do you hate the Italics icon?

uj_sizzle: lol thanks Larry. Maybe when I'm done with the rough(which i just started btw), I'll mail it to you to read through..if u don't mind that is .

I mind not.

JoBlè: Kul story. Had to start all the way from Brand Of Cain*whew*. Can't wait to see how Leba's story goes. Oh!and ever love-struck Famous(I just love this name)too. P.S-Your big grammar is killin' me!

Thanks a lot. Not only is Famous love-struck, he's also quite trouble-struck; always landing himself in trouble.

brokoto: Hahahahaha. Now this one was hilarious! Okonkwo a vampire and Dracula a Nigerian. End shall never wonder. My OgaAtTheTop must read this
Seriously, this update was too short

Forgive me, I'm doing some serious replottings. It's not easy, believe me.

uj_sizzle: Larry the Great? lol you're welcome.

I should get that plot in my head on paper......once i get over my laziness that is

Laziness in a writer can breed some great plots, I'm not advising laziness though. Can't wait to see your work.

Bless you, ma'am.

Great stuff there. Thanks a lot, UJ. The tips'll help me.

Frosti: Chicken out? Hell no!
Mine's coming up on Saturday.

Thanks buddy. I can't wait.

channel 190: the mods will seen this and do as you ask.

but dont you want to know of peoples general opin?

They can give their opinions on this thread.

Rap maestro: I would luv to co-write with y'all *my ogas at the top* but I'm afraid i might f**k up... Thumb up 2 y'all anyway

Of course, you may...if you mean it. We are all trying to teach each other how to be better scribblers. But F-ing up? I won't allow that.

Ishilove: Hell nah! Don't wanna end up like Chilo

I'd really love to meet that Chilo. Ishi, give me her address. Oh, sorry, I forgot to remember to forget that she's fictional.

Mazi_Omenuko: If koko was ayodele's dad, and ayodele was tracy's half sis, then koko and tracy were related somehow; then amina dansutu confessed to Lucan that koko was sleeping with tracy (his quarter daughter)!!!

Wow! I didn't see that coming.

Where the paradise is Frosti? He's to update next. Please don't chicken out on me o.

Ishilove: I wish I were more romantic...

Consult Mazi

brokoto: *in Hancocks voice* Good job!

LOL! HBG isn't preventing a bank robbery.

channel 190: and sooner than later we all will be seeing this collabo on the front page.
nice work

If the work is going to appear on the frontpage, I'd appreciate it if the supermod locked it first. I wouldn't want readers' comments on the thread spoiling the fun, you know.

I'm very much impressed with all those that Ishilove has pointed out, gives HBG the chance to correct. But, however, some of them can be explained:

1. Ishi is right. No woman would be nine months pregnant and still have a flat stomach, except Foxy's girlfriend.

2. 'Beau' is a woman's male lover. I learnt that from reading Gone With The Wind.

3&4. Very shrewd, Ishi is.

5. In this case, I thought one killed Koko, while another burnt down his mansion. But Koko wasn't in the burning building, so, rather Koko, it was his wife and killed who got roasted. Koko's son could really have killed him, if the son was not aware of that he was committing patricide. And the greed that led to Koko's demise could be systematically explained by the next writer(s). I envision Kamo learning about the truth, reconciling with Lucan (whom he supposedly shot) and going after the demonic Obatola (I prefer Obatola to Obotola, the latter sounds somehow obscene ). But I know the story may not veer to such direection.

6. I found that confusing too, but I can only guess. The 'she' (who must be obeyed , kidding) who ran after Koko was Obatola's wife (Enike's mother and the same one barbecued in the inferno). And, just perhaps, the greed referred to in Chapter Eight was the fact that Koko ate the meat meant for the god. The resentment Obatola has for Enike, that, I can't guess. I reckon the writer would make adjustments and shed more light.

7. The writer didn't say Victor Mobo was HIM, HIM could still be someone more powerful than Victor...HIM would never post his full name after that quotation. Even Cathy may not know the real HIM, thinking Victor is.

8. Ayodele may not have known that he was related to Tracy, even till his own death too.

I must really commend her efforts. She revealed a lot of truths we would never have guessed.

One villain was out (Ayodele) and she introduced another (Kamo). Just when we thought we've almost figured out all the bad guys, HBG tossed us another wonderful surprise.

Except for the errors (typographical and syntax), the chapter stands its worth.

It appears as though HBG knows more about Lagos than I do; look at the description of Ikoyi in the first paragraph, so poetic.

Every writer, I mean every, is doing a great job. Each chapter provides fresh knowledge and ideas.

GREAT NAIRALAND WRITERS!

One afternoon, Ariel's phone rang. He'd been overjoyed; a publisher had called him based on the Brick Of Jericho he had submitted weeks earlier. The company was one of the leading publishing companies of the country. Ariel was as confident about getting published now as the crew of the Titanic prior the kiss of the iceberg.

"We've read your book, Ariel Leak." The 'Leak' came from the synonymous pronunciation of the second syllable of his original surname. "And I must commend your efforts on it. I cannot but marvel at how Ike pulled that trick at the end of the story." The publisher, Mr. Waziri, had said. Mr. Waziri was a stout but balding man approaching his sixtieth years. The few hair on his head and his upperlip was grey. Ariel knew that the man was lying; he did not read the book in the least. It was read by one of the company's literary agents and the phrase this publisher had made about Ike's action was nothing short of what the rich publisher had been told to say. Seeing him alone, Ariel knew that the elderly man was not one who had a fondness for reading novels, or any book for that matter. The man's major interest was in making money, and someone had insisted he built a publishing company among the numerous others he had constructed. This annoyed Ariel, he had nothing but loath for a man who published books but had no interest in reading.

On the walls of the publisher's office were photographs of himself with the most powerful men of the country, past and present. There was the uniformed Mr. Waziri saluting Major General Babangida; Mr. Waziri, still with a full head of black hair, shaking hands with the military-clad General OBJ; Mr Waziri glaring balefully at General Sanni Abacha; Mr. Waziri sharing a joke with Colonel Gowon, both of them laughing like hyenas; Mr. Waziri in a business suit, deputy director of the RRS, deep in conversation with a frowning OBJ, and Mr. Waziri, now bald and wearing glasses, wagging a finger at President Yar'adua. He was pictured dancing with Stella, drinking champagne with Tinubu, and watching a football match with President Goodluck Jonathan. Whom was he trying to impress? Ariel thought with distaste. Himself, probably. Constantly seeing himself with people of the country's high echelons reflected that Mr. Waziri was an important man. Ariel's hatred for the man was growing like a balloon.

In response to the publisher's praises, Ariel smiled chivalrously and merely mumbled under his breath, "Thank you, sir."

The man continued, "You've written a great book, Mr. Shake. But as much as we'd like to publish your work, I'm afraid we can't. I'm sorry."

Ariel was instantly shocked. Don't tell me that you called me all the way from my home only to tell me this bad news! Ariel took his work very seriously indeed. So it was hard for him to sit there and hear that his novel was not good enough for publication. He studied the publisher's head, expecting to find a bruise. Perhaps the man had fallen down in the toilet this morning and banged his head against the toilet bowl, twice at least. Hence his faulty mentality.

"Why?" Ariel asked.

"Oh! It's nothing personal, Mr. Leak. It's only because you're still an unpublished writer; you aren't popular yet. So, the management of the company has reached the conclusion that publishing Brick Of Jericho could be inimical to the company's financial investment."

The writer could not believe his own ears. If a new writer was not published, how could he be famous? Weren't the likes of Achebe, Clarke and Soyinka new before getting popular? And management my sphincter! The decision came only from this ugly man sitting before him. Ariel felt like strangling someone in that office.

"Okay. Thank you, sir." Ariel declared.

As he rose from his seat to leave, the man said:

"But we're willing to make a proposition, Mr. Leak."

A proposition? Ariel relaxed back in his seat. He wished the man would stop using 'Mr. Leak' at the end of every speech he made. The publisher was beginning to make the name sound too autonomous for the writer's liking.

"What proposition?"

The publisher smiled and rubbed his palms together, like an accountant who knew that the company in which he had just invested his life saving would never go bankrupt.

"We'd want you to write another novel which we are definitely going to publish, but not this."

Ariel nearly beamed with excitement. Of course, they could publish his first book Babylon or the Ash which he believed he would be completing very soon. Then he suspected foul-play breeding. So, he cast a suspicious look at the man as he asked again:

"Why?"

"Because we want you to write something which would sell quickly; a readers' choice."

"You mean Brick Of Jericho won't sell?"

"It may sell," the publisher replied, placing a sharp emphasis on 'may'. "But definitely not quickly, Mr. Leak."

"So, what do you want me to do?"

"We want you to write something special. Like a sequel."

"I have a sequel, it's titled Babylon."

The publisher nodded as if he knew. He did not know. "Good. But we're not talking of that sequel. We mean a sequel to an already published popular novel, Mr. Leak." Truly, sequels could be written by different writers, it had been done before, Ariel knew. Alexandra Ripley wrote Scarlett, the sequel to Margaret Mitchell's Gone With The Wind. The latter was published fifty-five years before the sequel. But the idea of having him write a sequel for another person's work seemed preposterous to Ariel.

"What are you talking about?" he intentionally refused to add 'sir'.

"Imagine writing a sequel to the great book for instance."

"What great book?"

The man frowned and was lost in thought for a moment. He had apparently forgotten what he had been told to say.

"The book about something apart."

Ariel could not understand the publisher yet. "What something apart?" he asked.

"That novel written by that man who wrote a memoir which involves the account of the Biafra."

This man could be talking about our own Nigerian Leon Uris, Ariel thought.

"You mean Things Fall Apart?"

"Touché! You're on point, Mr. Leak. Things Fall Apart. Who was the man? The author?"

"Chinua Achebe."

"Wasn't it Cyprian Ekwensi?"

"No. Achebe."

"I guess you're right."

"Of course, I'm right."

"I'll contact him and talk to him."

"Who?"

"Achebe. I'll make him an offer he can't refuse, and you'll right the sequel."

Ariel knew that the ignorant publisher was not aware that he had just made the popular phrase originally said by Don Corleone, a mafia lord in the Italian novel, The Godfather. I'll make him an offer he can't refuse. And a humorous thought crossed Ariel's mind; he wondered if Sir Achebe possessed a black horse named Khartoum. He doubted it.

Ariel could not believe himself bothering to say, "Things Fall Apart doesn't need a sequel."

"Everybody wants to know."

"Know what?"

"What happened next to the main character."

"Which main character?"

"The main character."

"You mean Okonkwo?"

"Oh yes, Okonkwo. I forget."

"He's dead at the end of the book."

"You'll bring him back to life. Think of a way."

The stare with which Ariel drilled his host, however, if brought to bear on a promising geological formation in the South-South, would core the earth and strike oil in minutes.

"I can't bring him back if he's dead. I'm not Jesus Christ." he finally said.

"In America, they're always bringing Dracula back. I've watched many movies where the dead Dracula comes back to life."

"Dracula is a vampire." Ariel suspected that the publisher wasn't aware that Dracula was also a fictional novel character created by Bram Stoker. But he knew that trying to convince this man about the truth would be akin to getting the Sphinx to yawn.

"The there is your jinx; make Okonkwo a vampire."

Ariel struck his forehead with a palm and groaned. Sometimes, being a writer isn't much fun, he thought. Hell! It isn't fun at all, but one is always addicted to it.

"That's impossible! You might as well ask me to travel to Aso Rock and fetch the First Lady's undies. Don't you dare call Mr. Achebe, because I'm not going to write any sequel for Things Fall Apart."

"Why won't you? The book is going to sell millions of copies, Mr. Leak. You'll make a lot of money."

"I hate Things Fall Apart." he lied, hoping that this would shut the man up.

"Oh!" The published oh'ed. Then he smiled broadly. "You know what?"

"What?" Ariel sensed another seismograph vibrating.

"I don't like the book either."

"Good for both of us then."

"You can do something else."

"What?"

"You can write about Dracula. Make him a Nigerian."

Ariel was certain now that the publisher had really gone out of his mind. He was tired of arguing with the old psycho; this wasn't a debate he was going to win.

He shrugged and said, "Okay. I'll think about it."

"That's my man." The publisher actually stood up and patted Ariel on the back. "When are you going to give me a feedback?"

"Would next week be alright?"

"Yes, it would."

"Then next week it is." Ariel lied again. Not in a lifetime! This man will never see me again.

"I'll be expecting your call."

Ariel literally fled the office before the lunatic would call him back and ask him to perform another silly feat; like writing a biblical tale about Jesus betraying Judas for thirty kobo.

Foxy_Ultimate: You notice say na Easter day dem put me ba....

A reprieval for your sins.

Foxy_Ultimate: Stop to dey flatter yourself...

Take it or leave it. Your choice.

Foxy_Ultimate: This dude really wan grind my a.rse. Thanks for putting my name again, at least you still believe in me.

Of course, I believe in you. You're a great writer.

This is to inform writers and readers alike that the new roster for the collaboration stuff is listed below:

HumbledbYGrace: Chapter Ten (March 19, 2013)

Frosti: Chapter Eleven (March 23, 2013)

Senbonzakura_kayegoshi: Chapter Twelve (March 27, 2013)

Foxy_Ultimate: Chapter Thirteen (March 31, 2013)

Mynd_44: Chapter Fourteen (April 4, 2013)

Thanks.

*kida-berry#:
How i wish i could write and keep my readers asking for more lyk Ishilove and Mazi omenuko

Just write something impressive and your work'll speak for you.

He sent me a PM. He's not feeling well. Let's pray for him.

Ishilove: The subsequent updates are going to be. . . *cough*

Bless you.

Danhumprey: Damn it,Ishilove! Just say d truth,u are actually Chilo! It seems dat was ur real experience! This whole fiction,non-fiction,first person narrative,2nd person narrative,3rd person narrative in most literary works is just getting funny to me. Most of d authors know that they are telling their own real life story,but they will want to make it look like a mere work of fiction or fable. *just my thought,though*

I think that thought is wrong, buddy. Most fictional stories come only from the imagination. Besides, why would you people continue saying Chilo is Ishilove? Does Chi and Shi sound alike?

Let's look beyond the prurient art and appreciate the literature therein. Spartacus isn't produced for the sexual contents alone; there're many things one can learn therefrom, like I'm learning from Ishi's work now.