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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.

sochey:
Maybe too dark I can't wait to read it...

Here you go.

sochey:
Chai. Why na? Is there anyway it can be remedied?

I'll post it the way I post my stories in my threads. I don't know why it was removed. Maybe too long, too...dark? I have no idea.

sochey:
Alright, thank you

I tried uploading another one but the Spambot deleted the post and banned me for 24hrs.

sochey:
I love it, thank you so much

I'm still learning how to write expressively like that.

It just takes a creative mind, passion, and a lot of edits and structure. I usually give my characters life and personalities in my head before writing.

sochey:
Talk your mind joor

I don change am. @OP, apologies for making this longer than it should be. It's the writer in me.

I parked outside and walked through the gate into the compound. Toyosi’s car was still in its usual spot. Quite unusual – she should be at work by this time. Maybe she came back to help that fraud pack.

Her handbag and car keys were on the dining table. I opened the guestroom and noticed the man was still around. His stuff was scattered on the bed. I moved up the stairs and halfway up, I heard the sounds – sounds of relentless prayer. I approached the bedroom door, ready to unleash my anger when I paused. Underneath the “kalabayes” and “mandahabalaaalaba hallelujahs”, I could detect other noises - the erotic moans and rhythmic sounds of two bodies slapping against each other. I kicked the door open and barged in, stopping dead in my tracks as I gaped in disbelief.

Toyosi’s protruding breasts shook and bounced all over the place from the force of his energetic thrusts. He held her waist tightly from behind, his hips slamming “miracles” into her. She screamed when she saw me and tried to disengage, but at that moment the “man of God” reached his point of no return – the stupid look on his face as his body froze and convulsed like he was having an epileptic fit, coupled with the weird sounds that came out of his mouth told me he had just nutted in my wife. He finally noticed my presence and let go of her.

Toyosi tumbled off the bed to the far corner. The man knelt there more in surprise than shock, but the look on his face slowly turned into craft and confidence.

“Brother Joshua,” he said, tugging at his goatee as he stepped off the bed.

A sudden calmness washed over me. Any other person would have gone mental on the man. They watched me closely as I walked quietly to the closet and opened a secret panel. Inside lying beside several stacks of mint cash was a black case. I pulled out a mean-looking Magnum Desert Eagle 50 action express.

“Jesus!! Joshua!!! W-w-w-what are you doing with a gun?” my wife screamed. I slammed the loaded clip in and pointed it at the fake fukq who, raising his hands in defense, now had a scared look on his face. It wasn’t there for long.

“Brother Joshua,” he said in that grating, annoying voice I’ve had to endure for several weeks, “when the Lord decrees, man has to obey. We are all but mortal flesh in his eyes.”

He moved confidently to the foot of the bed before turning back to me. “The lord told me…no, he demanded…COMMANDED – that I cleanse your wife’s womb with the holy water of my seed. Who are you to dare question his word?" he roared. "It is his will that I, his esteemed servant, use my staff to purify the vessel that will bear the fruit you seek, just as Moses used his staff to part the Red Sea to lead the Israelites acro-”

The bang of the gun was deafening – his face exploded and brains, blood, and other gory stuff painted the air behind him. He landed on his back on the bed, what was left of his head turning the white sheets and pillows a dark, angry crimson. I put two more into the left side of his chest just to be sure. I turned to my wife, who was already screaming in horror. She sank to the floor in despair.

“Ayanfe mi…please…don’t kill me.” she whimpered. A large puddle began to form under her.

“Why?” was all I could muster.

She began to babble. I found it hard to follow what she was saying. I walked up to her and pulled her naked body to her feet.

"It's okay baby," I consoled her. I hugged her fiercely, kissing her lips with all the passion I could muster.

“I love you,” I whispered before another equally loud bang shook the room.

She gasped and a look of horror etched across her face. A wet gurgling sound escaped her lips, and a gush of crimson sprayed on my face as she tried to speak. She struggled feebly in my arms but I held her tightly. She finally went limp and I saw the light in her eyes fade to nothingness. The bullet had torn through her heart.

I lay her beside the carnage that was left of the now departed man-of-God and caressed her beautiful face, shutting her eyes for the last time. I wiped the blood that had trickled out her mouth and nose, and whimpered a prayer as I wept over her. Looking at the cold steel in my hands, I pushed the barrel into my mouth as far as it could go.

I shut my eyes, and the good times we had in our short time as husband and wife flashed through my darkened vision. My finger tightened. The last thing I heard before my world plunged to black was a final loud bang.

Response01:
I don plaster for hear. I hope it's worth my time

Let's see what you have first.