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kemam:
Uncle Larry sun you killed it .(Am tempted to ask were is the police station were Basky @ am in port Harcourt.)More ink to your pen. loving your story more and more.Can't wait for more episodes .The story is so real...Weldon sir.

Thank you so much, ma'am. I'm just trying my best. I'm glad you are enjoying it.

bonarhyme:
I have been waiting for this post since 1730 AD




@ugofly be like "which kind writer be this-- I have tried my strategies and he is still not discouraged-- lemme call my Benin friends""

You want to dig up trouble, don't you? May God forgive you.

Leesah:
Nice story I must comment Mr Larrysun BUT, u r killing it with your slow update sir... I know u have a life outside nl, I know u r trying to make ppl happy by writing but try n make it up to your readers coz its nt nice when u dont update yet reply critics. Trust me, dey like your work thats y dey criticize u so u could come out better... Some ppl would have forgotten d story line because of your lack of frequent update. Pls sir do something about it...

Thank you, ma'am. I'm trying my best. Just bear with me.

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phemocheee:
Great episode. However, I thought Peter and Basket kept some stolen cash somewhere, why didn't Peter use part of it to bail Basket? Poor Basket, he had to steal milk so as to make Rhoda happy.

They vowed not to touch the money until the right time.

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Vecto:
Comedy of Errors.

Comedy of Errors.

The Coffin of Errors, actually.

pablobellins:
I was enjoying that one until I got to the sequel or prequel... I got confused and lose interest.

Lol! It must have been too complicated. That's the essence of Detective Mystery.

pablobellins:
I hardly comment(ghost I am) but this update is so long and funny. how can I appreciate ur skills...? your other books that has been completed, are they as captivating as this...?

Someone should please convince him to read The Brand of Cain.

You would be blown away.

do4luv14:
Pls set a timeline when you will be updating, plz, and pl try to make it two update per day


thanks man, nice update

You want me dead?

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Galacious1:
Bro, always try to ignore this kind of comments.

I'm sorry. The guy is just doing a good job of pissing me off.

chibestjerry:
The Truth Remains You have run out of ideas or u want to finish it in the next five years mstwe acept the truth jor

Well, it's your right to be dumb.

UgoFly:
That is what you should be working on. But you prefer replying me. continue.

I'm sorry. Forgive my manners.

UgoFly:
Then you should have been writing it in your room and reading it alone in your house.

Perhaps. Thanks. Any other trash?

UgoFly:
Abegi... you're running out of ideas jo. even if na series. I started this your story as a Corp member and I m sure it's my kids that ll tell me how it ends that's if it ll end.

I'm not forcing you or your kids to read. Thanks.

The truth is, Black Maria has five different books. We're still in Book One and not even half-way done with that. It's indeed a long project and I refuse to be rushed. You'll understand the prologue better with time.

I can only smile at those who think I've run out of ideas...only if you know how powerful Black Maria is.

Anyway, those who know me believe that I still got a few arrows in my quiver.

Bless you all.

LSD.

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cyndylove64:
Larrysun we all understand u have a life outside but also take your readers into consideration,try to let them know when u will update and stick to it.if u can't still let them no.and some of you readers don't no how to talk. Sir larrysun do not be at cross with your readers.READERS LEARN TO BE PATIENCE IF U CAN'T BE THEN U WALK AWAY.#ONE LOVE#

Thank you, ma'am. All I need is encouragement, not someone dissing me. No one will arrest me if I decide to stop. But I'm not going to stop. I apologise for my rude words. I'll continue soon. I'm just very occupied. Please forgive me.

chibestjerry:
I can pay money to read oyin prince or bibijay stories cos they never start wat they c'nt finish... stories like tarasha and blue always make my day anytime anywhere, guy i knw you are trying bt the story have already start missing its initial road

Your compass lacks directions, my friend.

Ishilove:
Ignore the bad belle people. They can't write to save their lives but are quick to castigate people who take the time from their busy schedules to entertain them FREE OF CHARGE.

It's really saddening. I apologise, I beg...and one has to say I've run out of ideas.

chibestjerry:
Hope You Are Angry Cos You Need It.., and for you info am on longer entice to read your 'BLACK MARIA' Even The Time WasteD i c-nt even tell wat d story is all about again so its no longer entice me!

Good. Shut the door on your way out.

chibestjerry:
guy do u knw hw many writers nairaland have made popular 'i knw many' so i tink he should nt have start wat he c-nt finish 'he has run out of idea' to make matter worst he start anoda stry without finishing dis 1

I don't run out of ideas, but you're entitled to your own belief anyway. I'll continue whenever I want. Say whatever you want. If you can't stand the heat, get out of the oven.

Gbenga always knew the right time to come knocking on my door. No matter what time he came, it was always the right time. However, his impressive appearance was always motivated by the wrong reasons. That was the trademark of the iconic Gbenga. It was either he indulged himself in wrong ventures at the right moment, or did the right thing at the wrong time.

He had come this night for no other reason than to refuel the stomach. Gbenga was a young boy with a large appetite. I had always considered myself a proud glutton until I caught Gbenga behind a bowl of eba, then I knew that I had always been observing the fast.
I had disobeyed my mother that night and she had firmly assured me that I had no food to eat at home that night. And so Gbenga’s invitation to go out and have some fun was a sweet song to my ears; for I knew that my friend’s only amusement park was in a restaurant. And in this case, he suggested we go and sample some Ghanaian cuisines instead of visiting our usual ‘amala joint’. Unlike our usual spot where we could get a plate of hot amala and egusi soup for a decent price, the Ghanaian restaurant sold expensive plates; a single plate of a regular dorkunu could afford five plates of amala. This was the song I sang to my friend when he suggested we taste a foreign dish, but he volunteered to foot our bills. Right there, I knew that Gbenga had assaulted his mother’s purse. But who was I to chastise Gbenga? I occasionally stole from my mother too.

It was about nine in the night when we arrived at the restaurant. The vendor was one huge black man with nose as puffy as a clown’s. We each ordered a plate and carried our food into the restaurant to settle down and eat like civilized people, which we were not. To my surprise, we found the place empty; we were the only two customers dining in the restaurant. We sat down and began to eat.

That was my first time of eating a Ghanaian food. It tasted weird in my mouth. I could barely swallow each morsel. I wish we had chosen our amala joint instead; this dorkunu tasted like palm-wine. But because I had been promised a foodless night by my mother for my minor contretemps, I forced the food down my throat. Gbenga, however, attacked his food with gumption; he wolfed down the food voraciously, as if he had grown up in Kumasi. He had requested for two more plates before I could finish my one plate.

After the food, I picked up two toothpicks from a case. This was always my usual number because the first toothpick always broke. Unfortunately, when I thought the night was a perfect one, Gbenga pulled a silly stunt. Seeing that I picked more toothpicks than his what he did, Gbenga assumed it was a competition, so he packed the rest of the sticks in the case – the whole ninety-seven toothpicks. I implored him to give up this silly act but he would not listen to me. He had considered himself a winner in this kind of barbaric game as he stuck the stick into his pocket.

Another diner came into the restaurant just as we were stepping out. We stayed outside as Gbenga paid for our meals. The huge vendor was still searching for change to give my friend when the diner inside ordered for toothpick from within. That was when I knew that Gbenga had again dragged himself into a little pile of trouble. The vendor was confused at the complaint since he was certain that he had just placed a full case of toothpicks on the dining table we had just used. He was visibly appalled to find the case empty.

We should have run but Gbenga still wanted to collect his change. The man rushed out fuming with anger and demanded to know what had happened to his poor toothpick. My friend feigned ignorance of what the vendor was talking about. Without wasting time, the man began to frisk me. He searched my pockets and found no toothpick, except the one I had in my mouth – the other one I had expertly flung away as soon as I sensed trouble brewing. My friend was frisked and the missing toothpicks were found in his pocket.

What happened next was almost beyond description. The huge man rewarded Gbenga’s pilfering effort with a loud slap that molested the silence of that night. Such slap from such man would have deafened an average boy, but Gbenga was not an average boy, he had been slapped before by almost all species of the human race – he was an average idiot. The Ghanaian’s slap was first among equal. My friend was spun around twice before he landed on his buttocks. Rather than being deafened, he was temporarily blinded. He had later claimed to have seen his long deceased grandmother when the slap hit him. We forfeited the change and wobbled back home with the little dignity we had left.

As I assisted my sightless buddy home, I suddenly suspected that the tragedy had occurred because Gbenga had stolen his mother’s money to buy dorkunu.

do4luv14:
Chaii wia mista larrysun,
no lemme use olopa arrest you ooo


ehn han, today nah Friday fe

where update kò

Updated. So sorry.

nkemdave:
I find it very difficult to stay a day without checking if you have updated.

Please Mr. Larry update soooooonnnnnnnnnn oooooooo

Done, sir.

ThobbyTurner:
Mr Larrysun see your story sweet like toto.... Abeg continue

*Covers ears* I didn't hear anything.

TheBlessedMAN:
Waiting 4 ur update is like waiting 4 PHCN to bring light... Abeg na.. Update plz.. Thanx

Updated, sir.

Flames33:
This is the late hour of Thursday the 9th, yet no update... Anyway take your time and bring something worth the wait

I'm sorry for the delay.

psalmorado05:
Mr Larry......abegii come nd update ooo!!! M starving for d story.
You are well appreciated....#thumb_up

Updated. Thanks sir.

marvwhite:
(#smilling) i love that feeling of "i said it "

i know she won't die,at least not yet

ride on sir #following bumper to bumper

We shall see.