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Africa Giant himself |
We all knew Tinubu was going to deal with Emefiele once he got into office but what amazes me most is why man didn’t see this coming. He should have fled the day INEC announced Tinubu as winner of the elections |
If symptoms persist after three days please visit your doctor. But if she’s an infant take her straight to the hospital |
How true/recent is this news |
How much for house for California |
Samantha124:Wow thanks, I really appreciate your advice, if it’s not too much to ask can you share with me the link to the site you mentioned also no the story doesn’t contain horror I’m just trying to give John enough motivation and urgency to investigate the death of Annabella |
okechukwu101:its why I stopped watching the game already…I want to be entertained it’s not a job for me but right now I rather watch Kevin hart talk about his kids than watch another minute of the final. I’ll follow live “commentary on Nairaland |
I knew inter was going to park the bus…I hate when Italian teams or Chelsea play champions league final always painful to the eyes |
Samantha124:Well this is my first time writing a novel I’m not sure how people will respond to it. Do you really think it’s good I mean so far |
End of chapter two let me know what you guys thinks please |
Returning to the warehouse after lunch, John resumed his responsibilities with a renewed vigor. He continued organizing the imported items, arranging them neatly on shelves and in designated areas. The warehouse began to take shape, transforming into a space that exuded both elegance and functionality. After a productive day at the warehouse, John decided to take a leisurely walk around the surrounding area. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the streets. As he strolled along, taking in the sights and sounds of the city, he couldn't help but feel a sense of tranquility settling within him. Lost in his thoughts, John's attention was suddenly captured by a figure highlighting from a tricycle(yea they were everywhere in Warri-from the expressways to the streets the entire city was filled with keke. It so different from Benin it was one of the first things he had noticed about Warri. They were probably as much keke as humans in Warri okay that’s a bit of a stretch but it’s was much so so much). It was a young woman, her features radiant and her style captivating. What caught John's eye, however, was the delicate nose ring she wore. It rested perfectly between her nostrils, adding an intriguing touch to her overall beauty. For some inexplicable reason, John found himself drawn to the charm of the nose ring. It was as if a newfound appreciation for this particular accessory had awakened within him. He couldn't help but be captivated by the way it accentuated the woman's features. He noticed himself walking towards her; wait why was he doing that it’s very unlike him to walk up to a lady to start a conversation he’d only ever focus on his study and never had time for any distractions but then he realized he had no studies to focus on at the moment. This was new territory and a new John and new John does things like talk to pretty damsels. Summoning all his courage, John approached her, his heart pounding in his chest. With each step, he rehearsed what he wanted to say, trying to appear confident. However, as he finally stood before her, all his well-rehearsed words evaporated from his mind, leaving him tongue-tied and stumbling over his words. "Um... Hi," John managed to stammer out, his voice betraying his nervousness. "I, uh, noticed your nose ring, and it's... really nice. I mean, it suits you." The young lady smiled politely, seemingly amused by John's sudden awkwardness. "Thank you," she replied, her voice gentle and soothing. "I've always liked how nose rings can add a unique touch to someone's appearance." Feeling a mixture of relief and embarrassment, John tried to recover from his initial fumble. "Yeah, it definitely does. It's funny, actually. I never really paid attention to nose rings before, but seeing yours... it kind of made me appreciate them." The girl’s smile widened, and she tilted her head slightly. "Well, I'm glad to have sparked that appreciation in you. It's always interesting how certain things can unexpectedly catch our attention." As they continued their conversation, John's nervousness gradually faded away. He found himself enjoying the company of this intriguing young lady, their conversation flowing naturally. They spoke about various topics, sharing stories, and even discovering common interests. As the evening sky deepened into shades of violet and stars began to twinkle above, John and the lady bid each other farewell. He had walked her the front of her house gate. She informed him that she lived with an over protecter elder brother so a quick hand shake and exchange of WhatsApp contact and John turn and walked back in the direction they came. Although he hadn't managed to make a profound impression, John felt a sense of gratitude for the encounter. He realized that sometimes, unexpected moments and connections could hold their own beauty and significance. With a smile on his face, John returned to the warehouse, his mind buzzing with newfound appreciation for the small intricacies of life. He couldn't help but wonder what other surprises and discoveries awaited him in this new chapter of his journey, both within the warehouse and beyond. After returning to the warehouse, John's thoughts were still filled with the encounter with the pretty damsel he had met earlier. As he settled down for dinner, he decided to indulge in a hearty meal of rice stew and succulent pork meat. The aroma filled the small space, comforting his senses. Savoring each bite, John reflected on the flavors of the dish. Pork meat was a common delicacy in the city, and he had always enjoyed its rich taste. But tonight, as he savored the tender meat, he couldn't help but think back to Jane and the way their conversation had sparked something within him. He couldn't help but feel a desire to reconnect with the woman he had met earlier. Pulling out his phone, he opened the WhatsApp application and searched for her contact. After finding her name, he hesitated for a moment, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. He contemplated what he should say, not wanting to appear too eager or awkward. Finally, he decided to keep it simple and genuine. John typed a message: "Hey, it's John from earlier. I hope you're doing well. I just wanted to say that it was really nice talking to you today. Your presence brightened my day. Take care!" With a sense of anticipation, John pressed the send button, his heart racing as he waited for a response. Moments later, a notification appeared, indicating a new message from her. He couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as he opened the chat. Her reply appeared on the screen: "Hi John! It's great to hear from you. I had a wonderful time talking with you too. Your appreciation for nose rings made me smile. Let's stay in touch. Have a restful night!" “Beautiful, smart and witty” maybe I have found my soul mate could this be the reason why I am here in Warri- John smile as he allowed those sweet but incredibly silly thoughts fill his head for the moment. In this moment he felt like life might not be all so bad in this moment he felt life could still be good for him. But then his mind drifted to Annabel once again. The dreams of her plea for help lingered in his subconscious, and as he finished his meal, exhaustion washed over him. He found himself drifting into a deep slumber, unsure of what awaited him in the realm of dreams. In his dream, John found himself in an unfamiliar surroundings in what seem like a school class room, John noticed he had stepped into a well-lit space filled with desks and chairs arranged in neat rows. The walls painted in a soothing color, providing a conducive atmosphere for learning. There she was at the far end of the classroom; Annabel, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and hope. As John looked at her, a sense of familiarity washed over him. He could swear that he had seen her before, not just in his dreams but also in the waking world. The connection between them felt inexplicably strong, as if their paths were somehow intertwined. Annabel extended her hand towards John, her voice barely a whisper. "Please, help me," she implored, her voice carrying an urgency that tugged at his heart. "There's something here, something important…Nobody believed me but I didn’t do it" Startled, John reached out to take her hand, but just as his fingertips brushed against hers, he woke up abruptly. His eyes snapped open, and for a fleeting moment, he could have sworn he saw Annabel's figure fade away in the dimly lit room. Shaken by the vividness of the dream, John sat up in bed, his heart racing. Was it just a dream, or was there something more to it? He glanced around the room, half-expecting to see Annabel's presence lingering in the shadows. Taking a deep breath, John tried to steady his racing thoughts. The dreams of Annabel seemed to be growing more intense, and he couldn't shake the feeling that they held a deeper significance. |
CHAPTER TWO CONTINUES Morning arrived with a gentle glow seeping through the cracks in the curtains. John stretched and yawned, his mind shifting from the mysterious dream to the tasks that lay ahead. He resolved to focus on his responsibilities at the warehouse, ensuring that everything was in order for the arrival of the imported items. As he made his way to the main area of the warehouse, he found Mr. Thompson already there, overseeing the preparations for the day. A sense of anticipation filled the air, the promise of a new beginning tingling with each passing moment. For a moment he thought of giving the ID card to Mr Thompson and sharing the dream he had about the girl with him but he decided against it. What if Mr Thompson didn’t believe him what if he thinks he is just using it as an excuse to run from work after just one day. Plus he didn’t want to risk Mr. Thompson thinking him crazy. So he told himself “John do what any normal person would do toss the ID card in the waste bin and try not to ruin this one too”. So John shelved every thought of Annabel and the ID card and kept his attention solely on work it was the first full day of work and he wanted to impress his new boss. Soon the much-anticipated shipment of imported items finally arrived at the warehouse. The delivery truck pulled up to the loading dock, and a team of workers began unloading the carefully packaged boxes and crates, revealing an array of exquisite interior design pieces. Filled with a sense of responsibility, John took charge of the inventory process. He meticulously examined each item, checking for any damages or discrepancies. With a notepad in hand, he recorded the details of each piece, carefully noting its description, quantity, and condition. His keen eye for detail and systematic approach ensured that nothing escaped his scrutiny. As the day progressed, John's dedication and commitment to his work impressed Mr. Thompson. Recognizing his efforts, the owner decided to take John out for a late lunch to show his appreciation and to discuss some important matters. Over a meal at a nearby cafe, Mr. Thompson informed John about a recent development. The lady who was originally scheduled to join the team and assist with the warehouse operations had experienced a personal tragedy. She had lost her father and would be unable to resume work until the following week. Understanding the difficult circumstances, John empathized with the lady and expressed his condolences. He assured Mr. Thompson that he would do his best to handle the warehouse responsibilities in her absence. Mr. Thompson appreciated John's understanding and dedication, expressing his confidence in John's abilities. The lunch conversation shifted to their plans for the upcoming week. They discussed the tasks ahead, the need for additional help once the lady returned, and their shared goal of ensuring the smooth operation of the warehouse. Mr. Thompson emphasized the importance of teamwork and open communication, reinforcing the idea that they were all in this together. With their lunchtime conversation coming to an end, John felt a renewed sense of purpose. He understood the trust that Mr. Thompson had placed in him, and he was determined to exceed expectations in his role as the caretaker of the warehouse. |
This is the start of chapter two |
>>>>>>>Chapter 2<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>> As the remnants of the dream slowly faded away, John found himself back in the reality of the dimly lit room. He sat on the edge of the bed, deep in thought, his mind still grappling with the significance of his encounter with Annabel A surge of realization coursed through him as he remembered the ID card he had found earlier. In the flurry of events, he hadn't had a chance to give it to Mr. Thompson, the owner of the warehouse. John reached into his back pack and pulled out the crumpled card, examining it closely. He stared at Annabel's innocent face captured in the photograph, the weight of her plea lingering in his mind. A mix of curiosity, concern, and a growing sense of responsibility tugged at him. He wondered if the dream was merely a product of his subconscious or if it held a deeper message he should heed. Should he bring up the dream to Mr. Thompson? Should he mention Annabel and her desperate cries for help? John found himself torn between dismissing it as a mere coincidence or acknowledging the possibility that the dream held a hidden truth. As he contemplated his next course of action, exhaustion washed over him once again. The weariness from the day's events and the emotional weight of the dream threatened to pull him back into slumber. With a heavy sigh, John decided to set aside his thoughts for the moment and allow sleep to claim him. |
He should answer for his crimes |
Samantha124:Thanks for your input on the story: the true life event was the ID card found at the empty warehouse while cleaning the rest I am making up as I think dear…bear with me |
So I’m dropping chapter two starting today |
Talk about a real life Holy Ghost fire 🔥 |
Worriedguy6699:kpele if not for “over sabi” why you sef go take porn serious…it’s like watching Spider-Man and expecting yourself to develop super powers if you get bitten by a spider |
Worriedguy6699:Since you already know what your problem is just stop watching porn na….abi you don’t have control over what you download on your mobile device? |
Typical Nigeria attitude you want to disperse the message just because you don’t like the messenger….Forget who is saying what and pay attention to what he is saying. |
She really Carey Tinubu Matt see for head like geele |
Maybe Russia isn’t as bad as people make us believe |
I don’t understand why and how snakes are finding there way into people’s holes these days….We should all be very careful please |
If this guy gets turned off by the sight of pussy and gets a quick erection from seeing and erect dick doesn’t that make him or at least means he’s attracted to the male genital organ? Why is he blaming porn when he should be searching inwards |
Just a few days into office and you’re wailing already |
Judges and jury that Jagaban might already have transferred millions into their respective accounts |
Nothing new happening here |
Go and start church |