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PwettyNini:
Nice story.....following till d end. Thumbs up Mr Larrysun

Thank you, dear. It is well.

ojjp:
I pray d man catch dem

LOL! You must be a prayer warrior. I hope you didn't come from Warri!

RICKYMARIO:
I hope black & basket escapes o, nice update oga larry. Pls give us next update ASAP.

Thank you, sir. The update has been posted.

Missmossy:
Blackie and Basky have really changed, missed a little. Do continue the good work Larrysun,thumbs up .

Thank you so much, ma'am.

plainmirror:
This is my best story on NL for this year (so far).
Larry may you walk and never stumble.

Amen!

Thank you so much, sir.

YoowPeeRochas:
Now I'm finally here; oya! Say hello 2 d man of zah year! . At last I am able to bcom a full member on NL after being a GUEST(punctual one at daT) for over 5 good years I got to knw abt d Forum!

Wow! This is great news! You're very much welcome, sir.

COMPLETE BOOK NOW AVAILABLE FOR DOWNLOAD HERE:

http://okadabooks.com/book/about/black_maria_book_one/20094

larrysundynasty@gmail.com

sigmundfreud:
Congratulations Larry!

Thank you, sir.

ekaromail:
Well done, Larry. Nice work

Thank you, ma'am.

llaykorn:
Larrysun, I use a BB, and the site kept redirecting me to Google Play Store. How do I fix this, sir?

I'm so sorry for that, sir. The Okadabooks app is available for BlackBerry users. I will return to explain how to get it.

Thanks and God bless you.

Fembleez1:
Boss, the only problem I have with this Okadabooks is that I use Blackberry! There was a time I wanted to buy one of kingzPen's book but he said the App was/is not yet available for Blackberry users!





Please, is it now available for BB users?

The app is available for BlackBerry users, sir. I will return later to explain how to purchase using BlackBerry.

Thank you so much, sir.

For all Android users, the screenshots below will guide you about the methods of payment. Thanks.

safarigirl:
Congrats man. I'd like to contact you on how you got to publish your story. How do I do that?

You can send your phone number to this mail: larrysun4real@yahoo.com

Thank you, ma'am.

rapmike:
Larrysun, well done in promoting your work. Can I get your number or something? We need to talk.

P.S. How do I pay from Okadabooks.com? A.T.M or what method?

Thank you so much, sir. For the number, you can send me a mail (larrysun4real@yahoo.com)

How to Buy the Book

You will first have to download the trending Okadabooks app from Playstore.

1. Visit www.okadabooks.com
2. Sign up for a free account
3. Download the app
4. After installing, log in
5. Click on 'Account/Refill' on the right dashboard, this will take you to a page with details of your account
6. Click on the 'Refill' link on top

Methods of Payment

There are five methods of paying into Okadabooks before buying a book.

1. The Recharge Card Option: This is most convenient for everyone in Nigeria, but the card must be an Etisalat. After getting the pin, don't load it on your phone. There is a column on the page for you to enter your 15-digit card number.

2. GTB Bank Transfer (Nigeria):
Make payment to OKADA BOOKS LTD
Account Number: 0136442977
Include your Okadabooks USERNAME under REMARK
Notify okada@okadabooks.com if account is not credited within 24 hours.

3. Zenith Bank Transfer (Nigeria):
Make payment to OKADA BOOKS LTD
Account Number: 1013546499
Include your okadabooks EMAIL under TRANS. DESC to get credited
Notify okada@okadabooks.com if account is not credited within 24 hours

4. Paga (Nigeria):
Make payment to OKADABOOKS under PAGA merchants
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Finally, your favourite detective story, The Brand of Cain, has been published online.

The revised e-book is now available online for download in OkadaBooks at two hundred naira only...or $1.

Visit http://okadabooks.com/book/about/9975 to get you copy.

For all Android users, you will have to download the Okadabooks app on your phone for easy purchase of the book.

May God bless you abundantly as you buy. You are the ones who will make me have a career in writing.
May you never lack as you support my effort. Thank you.

RAVES AND REVIEWS FOR 'THE BRAND OF CAIN':

legendprac:
I normally think ahead of the authors of crime/detective novels, and most times, I arrive @ d correct conclusions before I get to d end of d novel... But larry, u were so Ǧ☺☺ϑ, I didn't K№ω where to start from. I found it hard making a meaningful theory that will help me solve the mystery... (Maybe cuz I stopped reading novels abt 5yrs ago or just cuz u r damn too gud)...

I comot my cap for u joor... I pray u get published...

semid4lyfe:
WOW! WOW! WOW!

Just finished the novel like 5 minutes ago and all I'll say is "awesome and close to a masterpiece"

The plot was "tight" with it's many twists & turns. All loose ends were neatly tied up without actually being tied firmly. . .the reason for the sequel.

Obviously, a lot of research went into your writing of this book and it didn't all emanate from the brain. Still, I couldn't help feeling some of the settings, language and mannerism of some of the characters was "un-Nigerian". Another thing is over-description and over-explanation dey worry you the novel.

All in all, a very interesting and brilliant novel. To SMS, THE BRAND OF CAIN IS THE BEST LITERARY WORK I'VE READ BY A NLDer and I'm glad I voted for you in the poll.

Holla at me when it's published cos I'll definitely cop a copy. On to the next one - The Paradox of Abel

Lest I forget. . .Larry, you sabi English o

Calmdove:
Wow wow wow wow wow!!!!! Larrysun u are d bomb..omg!! U ar so blessed and talented,i av been eyeing ur story 4 quite a long time but never 4 once tryed 2 read it but when i read dis brand of cain... I was spellbounded with everytin. i never knew dat av missed alot with d twist, suspense and how connected everyone were.seriously larrysun u made me speechless and mesmerize by dis ur gr8t story*****i pray dat God wil take u 2 higher level..amen**if i didnt comment i wil just be ungrateful..muahhh

Memunah:
Wow!Wow!Wow!......Larrysun,I doff my hat for you
I have read almost all Hardley Chase novels and I really love crime stories......For this am dumbfounded,am a voracious reader,you had me glued to my phone all through......please publish this as soon as you can...can't wait to have a copy

texanomaly:
I just started reading this thread. I am only at chapter 3. I have to stop reading because I can't stop crying. I can see that this story is going to take me on an emotional roller coaster. My heart is broken for this boy/man.

Once again, the book is available here: http://okadabooks.com/book/about/9975

How to Buy the Book

You will first have to download the trending Okadabooks app from Playstore.

1. Visit www.okadabooks.com
2. Sign up for a free account
3. Download the app
4. After installing, log in
5. Click on 'Account/Refill' on the right dashboard, this will take you to a page with details of your account
6. Click on the 'Refill' link on top

Methods of Payment

There are five methods of paying into Okadabooks before buying a book.

1. The Recharge Card Option: This is most convenient for everyone in Nigeria, but the card must be an Etisalat. After getting the pin, don't load it on your phone. There is a column on the page for you to enter your 15-digit card number.

2. GTB Bank Transfer (Nigeria):
Make payment to OKADA BOOKS LTD
Account Number: 0136442977
Include your Okadabooks USERNAME under REMARK
Notify okada@okadabooks.com if account is not credited within 24 hours.

3. Zenith Bank Transfer (Nigeria):
Make payment to OKADA BOOKS LTD
Account Number: 1013546499
Include your okadabooks EMAIL under TRANS. DESC to get credited
Notify okada@okadabooks.com if account is not credited within 24 hours

4. Paga (Nigeria):
Make payment to OKADABOOKS under PAGA merchants
Include your okadabooks EMAIL under ACCT NUM/CUST REF to get credited
Notify okada@okadabooks.com if account is not credited within 24 hours

5. Paypal (All countries):
Make payment to OKADA@OKADABOOKS.COM under PAYPAL send money
Include your okadabooks EMAIL under EMAIL TO RECIPIENT to get credited
Notify okada@okadabooks.com if account is not credited within 24 hours

May the heavens smile on you all as you buy. You financial stream shall never run dry. And that stream shall become an ocean. Thank you all.

Humbly yours,

Larry Sun

ArrowAssassin:
Is dis still on?

The third season shall come up soon. Happy New Month.

MY INIQUITIES (Episode 1)

I am a plague; there is a curse on my destiny, and I am become destroyer of cities!

I was only fifteen years old when I was abducted; and for the next six years after this, I never saw any of my family members. Even when I finally met the few of them remaining alive, I was not recognized. The only two people who would certainly have recognized me has passed on. They had died two years prior to my visit; and my remaining two siblings who occupied our old house treated me like a stranger. Maybe they would have recognized me had I revealed more of my identity, but I was under no liberty to do so, for I knew I was being watched by an unseen pair of eyes. Any slight revelation of my true identity might spell doom on the fates of my siblings; that is, the whole two of them, including the two married sisters and their entire families. I walk in the company of devils, and I admit that I, myself, am the Grim Messenger. Fo over three days, I've not had a moment of brief shut-eye. Each time I tried to rest my eyeballs, the terror I see in the darkness of those closed lids was always too frightening. Those innocent souls! The dead face of that child! Oh!

For the humble readers (listeners) to make sense of my lamentations, I must revert back to the beginning of everything; the moment when the plague was created and the monster in me was set loose.

My name is Idris Abu and I was the third child in a family of eight; my parents were blessed with six males and two females. We lived in a picturesque little village in Gwoza, Borno State. We were a peaceful and happy family until one gloomy afternoon of May 5, 2008 when five hefty men dressed in robes and masked in turbans suddenly grabbed me from our farmland only a few metres away from our home. I could not even scream out because one big hand covered my mouth and nose. I could neither scream nor breathe as the men carried me away to where they parked their car. As I was dropped on the ground, I made to rise and bolt my way back home but I shrank back to the ground when one of the kidnappers aimed the nozzle of his pistol at my head, his cold eyes daring me to attempt an escape. I could not struggle as the other men tied my hands and legs together. I was young but not naïve, I could only do what any sane person who found himself staring into the deep, dark hole of a gun could do; I allowed myself to be tied, even without giving the benefit of a yelp. As soon as the men finished stringing me up like a log of wood, one of them stuffed a hand towel down my throat before a thinner piece of cotton was used to gag me more. I was later deposited like a sack of wheat into the booth of the Peugeot 504 they drove over. I was finding it extremely hard to breathe as I was being transported to a destination unknown. The towel that blocked my windpipe made breathing and swallowing quite painful.

I laid in the dark confinement of the vehicle, wondering what might have caused the strange men to do what they did. Why had they taken me? What did they want from me? Why me of all people? Were they going to demand some money from my father before I was released? If they had kidnapped me for money, then I was the wrong person to abduct because my father might not be able to afford the ransom. My father wasn't rich; he was just a common farmer who grew tomatoes.

As the vehicle gallopped far away from our farmland, I nursed a gut feeling that I was abducted for something more sinister. I wish I was wrong. I knew I had been caught in a vortex that was transporting me into a nightmare world of violence, conspiracy and horror. I was being carted deeper into an alien landscape of terrorism where every human life was nothing more than the one-way switch of the lightbulb.

As we travelled on, I tried to mentally calculate all the turnings the vehicle made, but I soon lost counts after some time. The journey of doom lasted precisely an hour. I knew this from the digital watched I had on my left wrist. The car finally stopped; the booth came open and I was lifted out by two men. I felt like an invalid. I looked around me as the ropes were being loosened. The place was like a prison yard. The large compound was fenced round and one massive gate that served as the entrance and exit. The top of the fence was laden with so much barbed wires that it looked as if the walls were wearing a long wig. I suspected that there were more entrances than exits here. Just shortly after I was released from the booth, another car drove into the compound; it was also a Peugeot 504, and five other masked men came out of it. They went to the booth and carried out another boy of about my age. I needed not be told that this other boy, too, had been kidnapped without his parents' consent. I was confused as much as the boy. What did the men want with us? I was sure this question, and a host of other unanswerable questions, was circuling in the boy's thoughts.

The two groups of men approached each other and shook hands, complimenting one another in Hausa language. The other captive and I understood Hausa perfectly. In short, we understood Hausa more than we did English. Besides, I wasn't sure whether any of the men could speak English, or perhaps English was a forbidden language there. After the greetings, the men led us into one of the three buildings in the large compound. This particular building was erected in an old-fashioned way; there was a long corridor and on either sides were doors leading into rooms. We were led down the passage and ushered into a room at the end of the corridor. The room had no windows and the walls were unpainted. Instead of paint, what smeared the walls were some fading red pigment that looked like blood. The room was furnished with only a table and two wooden chairs on opposite sides. We were told to sit on the chairs. I was afraid. The other boy, too, was scared; he was shivering violently and sweat was already forming on his forehead. He was just at the peak of bursting into tears. He must have cried his heart out when he was being transported over, and another bout of helpless wails might soon be iminent.

After we had sat down as commanded, one of the men brought out a revolver, exposed the chamber and removed all the bullets therein. Then in our presence, he slot one bullet into one of the twelve holes of the chamber, he wound the chamber like a wheel and clipped the gun. With the safety of the gun released, he gently placed the pistol on the table before us. Thereafter, just as if it was a normal routine, the men began bringing out bales of money from their robe pockets and placing bets with one another. I had never seen so much money in my life. Each man was staking a huge sum of fifty thousand naira. The men who abducted me staked on me and those who stole the boy betted on him likewise.

The man who had placed the gun on the table stepped forward again and asked me what my name was. I told him Idris Abu. The other boy said his name was Sanni Abubakar. The man extracted an old coin from his pocket, and with the permission of the other men, and judging by the alphabetical placement of our first names, decided I was the head of the coin, Sanni the tail. He flipped the coin up towards the ceiling and caught it as it shot downward. When he opened his palm, the tail of the coin was exposed. The men who had kidnapped Sanni cheered excitedly. It was at such moment that I finally understood that the men had betted their money on the lives of Sanni and me.

Two other men suddenly drew their pistols and aimed at our heads. The one who aimed at my head was one of Sanni's kidnappers and the one having his gun at Sanni was one of my abductors. Another man stood by the table and spoke unkindly in Hausa language:

"Boys, what you need to do is very simple; we have taken two of you but we need only one person. That is why we left only one bullet in that pistol. Who deserves the bullet between the two of you? Or who deserves to live? Nature and luck will determine that. This is what I call the survival of the luckier. From obvious indication, the first person to pull the trigger is our dear Sanni Abubakar. Now I want you to listen carefully as I tell you the rules. Those men holding their guns to your heads are going to blow your brains out if you don't comply by the rules. Sanni, I will count down from five, if you haven't grabbed the gun, aimed it at Idris' face and pulled the trigger by the time I count to zero, you will be shot in the head. The same rule applies to you, Idris. If after Sanni pulls the trigger and the bullet isn't released, you must pick up the gun and pull the trigger, too, before the end of my second countdown. It goes like that until the gun finally goes off and only one of you remains living. I wish the better boy the luck. Let the game begin!"

This was bad, very bad. I was facing more danger of losing my life to foul play than to the risk of the bullet going off at the first pull of the trigger. What if Sanni pulled the trigger in succession until the bullet went off? What if, in his nervous state, his index itched and he pulled the trigger twice instead of once? It would be a foul play and I would be too dead to lodge my complaint. Those were the questions I should ask the men but I was tongue-tied. I suspected the men might even laugh at me if I spoke out what I thought. Besides, I didn't want to give Sanni that idea if the thought hadn't already crossed his mind. But it was hard to guess what was going through the boy's mind in that respect because he was weeping profusely. He was very lucky to be able to cry in this situation. I was too terrified to allow myself the pleasure of weeping. Although my face registered dark terror, I was still dry-eyed. I wondered why I could not cry. Maybe I was slowly losing my mind.

"Five..." The countdown began.

Sanni was still weeping. And as callous as it might seem, I hoped he continued crying and not pick up the gun until the countdown to zero.

"Four..."

Sanni grabbed the pistol with both hands. I opened my eyes wide. The moment to know my ancestors had come.

"Three..."

His hands were shaking so violently that the phrase 'accidental discharge' blossomed in my head. But 'accidental discharge' was not the right qualifying word, 'dishonourable discharge' was the closer term. By the way, I was about to meet my end; therefore, I was about to be discharged from this world, dishonourably.

"Two..." I shut my eyes tight. Great-great-great grandpeople, here I come.

Click.

Some of the men cheered loudly. I was too predisposed to know which side was cheering. A blank had been shot. Sanni dropped the pistol as if scalded by it. Then the countdown began anew.

"Five..."

I picked up the pistol. A dangerous idea occurred to me. I imagined shooting the men instead of the boy, freeing the boy and making our escape. A nice, satisfactory thought. Only that it would be a suicidal thing to do; the gun contained only one bullet. Would I even be able to do anything that silly if the gun contained a thousand bullets?

"Four..."

This wasn't the survival of the luckier; this would be the survival of the smarter. I had been given an opportunity to stay alive. This golden opportunity would not resurface if I didn't utilise it now. I was not going to drop the gun until the bullet was fired. Some might call it cheating, but in this case, I didn't mind cheating to retain my life. I was going to pull the trigger again if I shot empty, and again, and again, until the bullet was fired. I felt sorry for Sanni, he didn't deserve this kind of fate. Neither did I. Sanni had to die, either by hook or crook.

"Three..." I pulled the trigger.

Boom!

The gun went off with such a loud report that it fell off my hand onto the floor. The bullet went between Sanni's eyes, shattering his skull and exposing his mushed brains. Blood and the pieces of the brains flew like birds from a disturbed tree. Blood and gore splattered all around and stuck on the walls as the boy fell backward, dead. What was left of his head hit the floor like an inflamed watermelon.

I screamed, screamed, screamed and vomitted horribly.

But that was just the beginning of my terror.

(End of Episode 1)

Download the audio format of this story from [url=https://www.dropbox.com/s/v6x8r126xys1a3s/My%20Iniquities.mp3?dl=0]HERE[/url]

Cc: Ishilove, Lalasticlala, Semid4lyfe, Obinoscopy

Other Stories by Larry Sun

1. The Brand of Cain (www.nairaland.com/1083003/brand-cain-complete-novel)

2. The Paradox of Abel (www.nairaland.com/1132025/paradox-abel-sequel)

3. Black Maria (www.nairaland.com/2185410/black-maria)

4. The Coffin of Errors (www.nairaland.com/1810612/coffin-errors-short-story)

5. A Merry Christmas (www.nairaland.com/2065762/merry-christmas-short-story)

6. The Nemesis of Daddy (www.nairaland.com/2250646/nemesis-daddy-short-story)

7. On Wings of Insanity (www.nairaland.com/2379658/wings-insanity-short-story)

8. An Ace for Oscar (www.mobilebookshelf.com/an-ace-for-oscar-by-larry-sun/)

9. Kanu - The Journal of a Rogue (www.nairaland.com/1851954/kanu-journal-rogue)

Stories by KingzPen

1. Tales of John (www.nairaland.com/1972157/tales-john-kingzpen-studio-production)

2. On the Run (www.nairaland.com/1860069/run-blockbuster-series)

3. The SIM Card (www.nairaland.com/1541582/sim-card)

4. Life on Campus (www.nairaland.com/1501355/life-campus-must-read)

5. Two Camps (www.nairaland.com/1470006/two-camps)

6. Richard Baines (www.mobilebookshelf.com/richard-baines-by-onasanya-israel/)

A happy birthday to a living legend.

Oh! What can I say? An amazing day for an equally amazing man. It is evident that August is indeed an august month. Another wonderful, wonderful man was born this month. Happy birthday, Miracle.

It's now over a year that I've known Mr Miracle Nduka (Dyoungstar), and there was no single moment when I regretted being his friend. He's such nice person to be acquainted with; he rarely gets angry. He's a man with great aspirations, and there is no doubt that he would achieve his dreams. Happy birthday, sir.

Dyounstar enjoys the spotlight, and he works diligently to make a name for himself. He has succeeded in bringing people of like-minds together and creating a big family. Happy birthday, my friend.

May today mark the beginning of your greatness in life. Many shall associate your name with wonderful achievements.

Thank you for being you!

Cheers!

Can you kindly space out your paragraphs for easier reading?

Cover jacket (Front)

dynamo77:
WOW!!! Larry,
I've never read a story as voluminous as this my whole life because I don't like reading. Brother every second spent reading your novel is worth it.. I'm inspired
BTW, I need to be sure you are human
God bless you bro

Thank you so much, sir.

You can do better, sir. Work on your descriptions, grammar and settings.

It is true that those we meet can change us, sometimes so profoundly that we are not the same persons afterwards. Knowing Repogirl has changed a lot of things about me; I am a better person because of her. Everyone who knows Repogirl can attest to the truth of her positive impact on humanity. What can I say? She is an embodiment of kindness, concern and encouragement; a paragon of luminescence. Happy birthday, ma'am.

It is awesome to have such a good friend as Repo. She came into my dark head and lit a match. If you the Nairaland Literature Section and turned it upside down and shook it, you would be amazed at the multitude of writers that would fall out. Many are called, many more show up. But Repogirl is not just a common writer, she is a writer of substance. She is more than many who call themselves the Messiahs but are clothed in the unfitting shrouds of Lazarus. Repo has something beautiful to say. Her imagination is nonpareil with her kind of genre. She tells her Stories in the uppercase S. Happy birthday, sister.

She has had me buried my nose in a book with the intent to match her prowess. I was always buried in any book, so long as it wasn't naughty. On writing, her camel remains unfazed as the straw breaks my back. Happy birthday, great friend.

May today bring you lots of fulfilled promises. May your ink never run dry. Many happy returns, many 'happily ever afters...'

Have a glorious birthday.

Cheers!