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Before I read let me thank you for the update @SheWrites. I will tell the "boys" to chill out .

April 9th na ihn you update last madam SheWrites. E be like say you wan make we arrange boys come carry you before you update ba?

@SheWrites, how far na? Anything for the boys?

Madam shewrites, please don't give person stroke na. You need to feel how my heart was beating when I read this update. Lianater and her kids do not deserve to suffer for Ike's foolishness.

Them for wait na. Them wan chop for where they no cook. Useless entities. I was half expecting him to come out with a hunter's rifle but two knives would suffice.

The way this Ike dey vex me ehn... Like I mentioned in my previous comment, all that "soap in the eye" is bullshit. Which man doesn't know he's having sex with another woman other than his wife?

He couldn't see, yet he felt something was wrong. He could have wiped his face with his hands to get rid of the soap since he knew things were different. Shebi he could reach the shower head, no? Its not like he was using a bucket. Something tells me Ike deep down likes and wants this too, since his wife just had the baby and will be more focused on her than on his "matrimonial" needs. The third time it would be him going after the house girl, not the other way around.

Azyrixworld:
I like this proverb mind if I borrow it??

No be me get am oh. It's the elders . I also "borrowed" it myself .

Azyrixworld:
The Whistling Man

The villagers always warned against the old forest path at dusk. They whispered of The Whistling Man, a shadow that roamed when the sun dipped, his eerie tune chilling even the boldest souls.

Ada, stubborn and skeptical, dismissed the tales as mere folklore. On a bet, she chose to walk the path at sunset. As she ventured deeper into the woods, silence enveloped her. No birds sang, no leaves rustled. Then, it started.

A low, haunting whistle.

At first, it sounded far away, like a distant echo. But with each step she took, the melody grew louder, more menacing. Ada's heart raced as she quickened her pace, but the whistle matched her stride. When she stopped, it stopped.

"Who's there?" she yelled into the shadows. No reply came only the tune resuming, closer now.

She broke into a sprint, the haunting melody chasing her like a predator. The forest seemed endless, the trees closing in. Suddenly, the whistle stopped.

She turned. Silence. Relief washed over her.

But as she exhaled, a cold breath touched her ear.

"You shouldn’t have come," whispered a voice, before the whistle began again, inside her head.

Ada was never seen again.

Aja to ma sonu ko ni gbo fere olode. (The dog that will get lost won't listen to the whistle of the hunter)

Happy new year sochey.

This is based on a true-life event.

"Kom, kom, kom!" The person at the door mimicked the sound of their persistent knocking.

“Who be that?” Tunde yelled in response.

“Broda corper, na me oh!” came the reply.

“Who be me?” Tunde asked again as he rolled off the mattress and opened the door. “Oh Blessing! Na you I see for my dormont like this?” he replied pleasantly and stood at the doorway.

“Na me oh, broda corper.” Blessing responded, delicately balancing the tray she had with her on her head, “I come collect the money you dey owe from the market you collect since two days now.”

Tunde eyed the tray in which were a couple of freshly peeled oranges. “Na true oh. I neva pay you,” he replied. His eyes were drawn to the other pair of “oranges” that sat invitingly on her chest, moving freely in the short, armless gown she had on. He licked his lips and swallowed.

“This one wey you dey look me dey lick mouth, I sure I dey safe? Na money I come collect oh! Shuoo!!”

Tunde laughed. “No be so na, Blessing. I go give you your money, but you go follow me inside collect am.”

“Follow you inside as how?” Blessing fired back.

“Ehn now. Come inside make I find the money give you.”

“No oh. I no fit follow you inside. The kain eye you dey eye me, na the eye of pesin wey go nack person give am belle. I be small pikin oh.”

“How I go give you belle?” Tunde laughed again.

“You no see as your prick don hard?” Blessing replied with a scornful look.

Tunde glanced down at the wrapper he had tied around his loins. True to her words, he was already sporting a hard on.

“Abeg enter your house go bring my money. I still get market wey I wan sell.”

“You know wetin we go do?” he continued as he tried to hide his embarrassment, “if you follow me inside, I go buy the remaining market you wan sell.”

“Ehen?”

“I go even add money ontop join. That is apart from the one wey I owe you before.”

“How much you wan add?”

“How much be the rest of your market?”

Blessing lifted the tray off her head and placed it on the ground. In doing so, her gown fell open, and Tunde could now clearly see her breasts and their dark tips dangling freely without the confines of any form of support.

“All na six hundred naira,” Blessing stated after counting the remaining wares on her tray.

“Okay.”

“How much you wan add join?” she asked again.

“I go add two hundred.”

“And the money you dey owe before? That one na four hundred. Plus this six hundred and the two hundred, all na one thousand, two hundred.”

“All na one-two,” he replied.

“Okay, make we enter. But I no go tey for inside oh,” she stated as she picked her tray and stepped into the dark room.

Tunde did a quick look around. Everyone seemed to be going about their day, minding their own business. He quickly picked up her worn slippers, shook the dirt off against the unplastered wall, and shut the door behind them.

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Thirty-five minutes later, he lay sprawled on the mattress, trying to regain his breath as he watched her put her short gown back on. The succulent “oranges” he had been feasting on earlier while she rode him like a cowgirl soon disappeared into her flimsy dress, and she picked her now empty tray from where she had placed it behind the door.

“You no even get stamina. Where my money?” she frowned in disgust, her hand stretched out.

Tunde stood up and with the singlet he had on his only attire, rummaged in the pocket of his green khaki trousers and brought out a few crumpled notes. He handed them to her.

“Thank you,” she said. She quickly counted it and folded it away. “I will use the two hundred on top to by my medicine.”

“Which medicine?” Tunde asked.

“The medicine the doctor say make I use for my infection.”

Tunde’s heart skipped a beat. “Infection? Which kain infection be dat?” he asked, his heart beginning to beat fast in his chest.

“Syphillis. Abi shey na herpes, I no remember. Them say make I use some medicine wey I neva buy since last week.”

Tunde broke into a light sweat. “And you no fit tell me before we...I no wear condom na!”

“Dat on concer me? No be you say you no fit chop rice make you no chop meat?”

Tunde placed his hands on his head. “Blessing, you don finish me today!”

Blessing scoffed and opened the door. “Na you wan nack fine girl na. As you don nack now, you dey cry. Thank you for the money you give me, sha.”

This is the conclusion.

sochey:
Powerful!
Goes to show how fragile human life is. We think because we've attained a particular position, we feel in control, no one is above us, nothing can stop us but forgetting that the littlest things can actually bring us down, kill us and that will be the end of it all.

I remember King Joffrey in Game of thrones, the way he died. The littlest thing can break even the most powerful man!

That wasn't the end of the story. The last part was taken down and I was banned again.

Sorry about the font size mismatch.