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Mynd_44: Who are you sir and why are you calling me a liar?

Mynd has turned an amnesiac.

Efemena_xy: And Mynd's okay with the adjusted date?

He's very okay by it...he demanded to be placed last. Told me to let him know when his time to post is up.

Efemena_xy: Okay, jokes aside.

Foxy, when next are you going to update? Would it be after the last writer on the list? (mynd, I think)...or somewhere in round two?

He would be writing, probably, after Vantee20...right before Mynd.

Uniquexty: Am innocent. Slip of tongue from Foxy.

Your name has been added in the roster.

The slip of Foxy's tongue always warrants his getting banned

I wonder what that hidden post contains.

Efemena_xy: Yeah Larry!

Drill him good & proper. Don't let him get away with it!!

Er...make I pluck cane / koboko give you??

Collabo...sorry...koboko would be better.

Foxy, explain yourself now!

Efemena_xy: Uniquexty & Larry get another collabo thread?

When? Where??

LAAAAAARRRRRYYYYY!!!!!!

I have no idea what Foxy is talking about.

Foxy_Rebirth: Truth is, before my impromptu journey I had started working on both Uniquexti nd Larry-Sun's collabo...

Now what does this mean o?

Mynd_44: Hello......
I am also bored and new here. How does this work?

Liar! Liar!! Pants on fire!!!

People are now communicating in dots here, is that it. Okay, lemme place mine:

.

Uniquexty: why me? Am sorry for mingling with professional. No offence. Larry and Mazi pls go ahead. *crawls back into hole*

Don't you want to do it anymore, Uniquexty?

Uniquexty: i'l try ma best.

Thanks, sister. I'll put your name in the roster asap.

Bless you, ma'am.

Efemena_xy: Honestly??

It's really short notice but not impossible. You might want to take Uniquexty up on her offer (if you're sure she can pull it off without compromising quality) or your idea of working with Mazi on this. Mind you, Sundays are holy to him. I know he doesn't do uploads on Sundays, but does this also extend to his working too? You might want to double cross that...

Sorry, I'm not being much help...

I'd like the idea about working with Mazi, but since Uniquexty has voluteered to do it, I'd say we give her a shot at it. I think she can really pull it off...I've read a bit of her work. She's good.

The men cast a sudden simultaneous look at Daniel, as if the youngest man was a meteor rock which had just droppped from the sky.

Daniel found himslf grinning nervously, like a demented incipient. His heart was squinting blood through his arteries at a speed Sango couldn't have matched with a bolt of lighning from his wand.

"Howdy?" Soyinka said, he had finally won in his battle with the gate which now stood ajar like like the entrance of a cemetery.

"Good morning, how may we help you?" Samson asked, the Nazirite was neither smiling nor scowling.

I've not been shot yet?

Daniel continued smiling so ridiculously that both older men exchanged uncomfortable glances. He quickly spoke out before the men would conclude that he was an escapee from a mental institution. Besides, the impressive way he was clad didn't give them the liberty to arrive at such a conclusion earlier. Daniel had learnt the art of dressing from one of the best, Richard Kish.

"Um-I-I work here. I train here." Daniel assessed himself and decided that he wasn't convincing enough. He added, "My name is Daniel Oliver Famous."

"Okay. So, Daniel Famous, how may we help you?" Samson asked again.

He had racked his brain for thirty minutes without a definite explanation for his presence here. He decided that the only plausible explanation he could give was to come clean. The worst they could do was buy him a straitjacket, or they could rush into the stadium, shut the gate in the process; hence locked him out. They could do worse than that, he reflected, they could shoot him.

"Will you answer the question or not?" said the laureate. His pupils behind the spectacles revealing the slightest degree of inquisition.

So, Daniel dropped the bombshell; paltering a little bit with the truth, "Okay," he took a deep breath, "I don't know which one of you is her father. Last week, I met a girl in a bus, her name I don't know. But what I got to know was that she seemed to be running away from home. I'm here mainly because she told me that her father works here in Liberation. I just want to find the father and tell him that his daughter travelled to Lagos to search for her mother. I think she went to her grandfather first. A very rich man, she described him.

He ended his news just as abruptly has he had begun it. Much unlike a triumphant note, as if he had managed to prove out a particularly difficult mathematical theorem which he wasn't sure of the authenticity of its rightfulness. Not in the least a show of QED.

The bearded one stared at Daniel sheepishly, he had probably not digested anything from what the ex-police officer had said. It was the clean-shaven who appeared to have heard Daniel.

"Are you trying to tell me that Remi left me for her mother?" The man's facial expression was not bearing any trace of humour.

"It-It appears so, sir." Daniel replied. Great! He name is Remi.

"And she'll be spending the Christmas with her grandfather, right?"

How would I know that? "That's what she told me."

The man suddenly grabbed Daniel, as if he were a ream of papers, and embraced him in a bear's hug. Daniel felt like he was hugging the slab of stone on which he initially sat.

"Oh! Thank you, Mr. Famous. Thank you." Remi's father eventually released Daniel, the young footballer was immensely grateful for the freedom. Goodness! This man weighs ten bags of cement.

But the man still held Daniel by the shoulders. Fearing the his shoulder bones might snap under the bear's grasp, he politely shrugged himself free.

"There is one other thing I'll like you to do for me, Mr. Famous."

"Please call me Daniel."

"Okay, you can call me Mr. Johnson. This is Mr. Lala." he pointed to his bearded partner, who continued to stare at them.

Daniel bowed his head at Mr. Lala and forgot totally about him afterwards. The man could continue to stare till Jesus take a stroll into Liberation for all he cared. He had found the man he sought.

"What do you want me to do, sir?" he said to Mr. Johnson.

The man smiled, "It's very simple, we're going to Lagos together to find my daughter."

An opportunity to see her again! Daniel worshipped the idea. He couldn't believe that he was really going to see the girl again, within such a short time. This is too good to be true. He supposed that God was answering his every prayer. Then something suddenly cut across his mind and he frowned.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Johnson," he said, "When are we leaving for Lagos?"

"On Christmas eve."

"Oh no! That's impossible!"

"What are you talking about?"

"My family expects me home on Christmas eve, Mr. Johnson. I should be spending Christmas with them. I can't afford to be somewhere else on both days."

"Your family? Are you married?"

"No!" Daniel nearly could not believe his ears, "I mean my parents and siblings."

"I'm sorry about that, really sorrry, but it's very important that you travel with me to my father-in-law's house."

Daniel became confused, "Important? How is that important to me?"

"The transport fare from here to Lagos is exorbitant, considering the peanut I'm receiving as salary here. So, if we travel to where you said my daughter went and she is not found there, then it would be apparent that you've wasted my time and money, Daniel."

Daniel could still not get the drift of what Mr Johnson was talking about.

Why is this man complicating things? He thought to himself, how would I know if she was speaking the truth or lying. She could be anywhere now.

"And I don't like having my time wasted," Mr. Johnson continued, "I don't like it at all."

Daniel asked suspiciously, "So, what's going to happen if we don't find her there?"

"Just pray we find her there."

"What if..."

Mr. Johnson cut him short, the next word Daniel heard made him realised that he'd just stepped his innocent neck into a hornet's nest.

"There's no 'what if', Daniel. If i can't find my daughter, I'll tear off your right arm and beat you to death with it. Period."

Efemena_xy: Abeg do your bit jare!

Nor be internet you dey use take post so?

But er...if you ask me very nicely...

Efe, what do you propose we do about Foxy's case?

Uniquexty: Can i do this for him?

Will you be able to meet up with time, Uniquexty? The deadline is Tuesday.

Foxy_Rebirth: I'm gonna be sincere here... I will be leaving Jigawa State on Tuesday so there is no way I can update that day...

Sorry for the inconvinience...

Thanks for your honesty. If we have nobody who'd be able to swap for you and make up with the time proposed, then, perhaps, Mazi and I would work something out.

Foxy_Rebirth: You just got ma ar..se kicked by planning to stick to your chapter... Help me na...

Let's cut to the chase, Fox. Are you gonna write the chapter or not? The deadline is Tuesday.

Ishilove: And please do point out all 'pointables', thats why you are here.

1. He had being in Tracy's apartment/been.

2. ...and the pain quadrupled like as if some demented drummers stationed in his head/use like or as if...never the two together.

3. "Here[b]",[/b] she said indifferently, "take these painkillers. It will do you some good[b]".[/b]/"Here[b],"[/b] she said indifferently, "take these painkillers. They will do you some good[b]."[/b]

4. She chuckled derisively and sai[b]d "[/b]Would you rather I had left you to roast?"/She chuckled derisively and said[b], "[/b]Would you...

5. What concerned her now was how she was going to pump information from him without letting him know he was been manipulated/out of*being

Mazi_Omenuko: Hit me up larry, we both can do his part rather than re-shuffling the whole thing.

I'd like that. Foxy disappointed me. Well, Mazi, we can collaborate and produce a chapter.

Foxy_Rebirth: please, i shud be reshufled... Where i dey for kazaure no get internet cafe o... Abeg

I can't believe you're saying this now!

yinkalink: Hmmm...let's see. Wat about Robert Ludlum's hades factor,Stephen King's Green Mile,John grisham's....infact all of John Grisham's novels r worth mentioning. There's also Shutter Island by Dennis Lehane,I see someone has already mentioned Michael Connelly,books by Tess Gerritsen,Scott frost,if u're into forensics,Jeffrey Deaver nd Patricia cornwell will serve u fine,let's not forget Harry Potter.if u're into classics,Charles Dickens,Thomas Hardy,Mark Twain,Edgar allen poe,The brothers grimm,Hans Christian Anderson r d way to go,if u're a James Bond fan,just read d series by Ian fleming,I assure u,u'll hate d movies.There r veterans like Jeffrey Archer,Wilbur Smith,Enid Blyton. Truth is dere r thousands of good books out dere, I sure hope to read em all one day

I have most of the authors you listed, but we have to start from somewhere. That is why we're starting from The Lost Symbol by Dan Brown. If you don't have the book, then you can download it online from the link I gave. Thanks...I like avid readers.

frank3.16:
Nice work ishilove. Ya like Larry said, the ladies are killing it. But sigmund and mazi and the other guys tried too.

However I have noticed something we all seem to be forgetting. U see, Larry introduced the story by makibg us understand that Luncan was a real intelligent fellow. Infact he went ahead to show him as someone who was not only intelligent but read wide and knew stuff that were even beyond the ordinary. But we are in chapter 8 and the dude is still playing victim. Right now he is hospitalized and we are yet to show how witty he is. Are we not derailing? Who is Luncan given the first description of who he is?

The intrigue of the whole story shuld be how Luncan displays his intelligence in solving this murders, but instead we are putting him in a tight corner where his life depend on others whom he is supposed to be wiser than. Like david. Is any body not seeing that david seem to be wiser that our dear wise luncan?

What am I missing?

You're very right, Frank. Thanks for the illumination, I hope the succeeding writers do justice in that part. But I admit, that the plot has so far become a puzzle wrapped with mystery and kept in a box of conundrums. It'll take quite a lot of wits to unknot the thread justifiably.

Lucan has been doing lesser thinkings that what is expected of him.

His mental gift has been questioned but he has only exercised but a few of his special mental skill.

Let's allow the tree bring forth fruits, instead of branches hanging from sprouting from its stem.

By the way, I still haven't heard from our next poster (Foxy), I hope he's alright.

Now where is Foxy?

Ishilove: I chose pyguru because I think it is a person, like Rap Meastro said. it banned me twice in one night!

And you took it personal? Don't tell you posted your chapter out of spite on Mr Pyguru.

knockturnal: Wondering why oga Larry and Pyguru are not reacting the way Madam Efe did when her name was used earlier.***

I don't have any gasket to blow, since the name used isn't a major character. Besides, do I have to opt out too? However the case may be, the fact still remains that she did a hell of a job there. The ladies are spinning a whole lots of surprises.

HumbledbYGrace: Larry dear those are Lyrics

Oh! I didn't see any G-cleft or Y-cleft!

Praises: Ishilove! Oh, Ishilove! You blew me! (I meant that literally)

You actually touched my heart and tingled my spine...held me spellbound. That Chapter Eight inspires both suspense and serious thoughts for the subsequent writers. I've found therein some original metaphors I've always appreciated. You kept the plot going at a blistering pace. Enough of my mouthful praises, but I must add; the prose is as smooth as a morsel through the gullet, and reading it is an uplifting entrtainment. I kowtow bfore thou

Complaint:But, oh but...why the heck did you use LARRY as one of the characters? You're lucky he isn't major.

Error: There are some places in your posts where use used the word 'being' for 'been'. I noticed one or two errors too though, which I'm going to outline later (the pillow beckons now).

Above all, you did a great job, really great. Thanks...I L...

Ishilove has uploaded already? That wench is full of surprises...me likey her Lemme go and read what she packaged.

However, Idowu, nice having you here though...but you should have come charging in here in such way. HBG is a very nice dudette, your disposition over her breaks my heart. Please apoplogize if you can **coz some people really find it hard to apologize**

#Team TINTINLABULATION #

Rap maestro: Be nice, people

Howdy, Rap? What've you been up to?

Wow! Such a nice poem.