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Weekend finally, Thank God. New update this evening or tomorrow. Happy weekend

48

Dave

I tapped my fingers impatiently on my lap as I waited in the reception area of the law department. I cast a spiteful glance at the grim looking receptionist who had balantly refused me from entering the department claiming I wasn't a law student. The plan was to charm my way past whoever would be at the reception desk but when I saw her the moment I stepped foot into the law building, I knew charms would be a pretty long shot.
Ruling out charms, I'd resorted to flattery but she was immune to that too. At that point I gave up so I just stated the real reason I came. I would have lied and said I was a law student who forgot his ID but she seemed like the person that would look me up on the student database to confirm the truth.

"If that's the case then I can't help. You'll have to come back when lecture hours end or you can just till then", She spat out like the robot she was. I didn't even bother trying to persuade her to help me out. I knew her type. They derive this weird joy in telling people "NO".Just a little power and they begin to feel like God. The same goes for bank security men.
I looked towards the uncomfortable waiting chairs and then towards the exit, contemplating if Gina was really worth it.
Yes, that's right. I'm here because of Gina but with about four hours gone now, I'm beginning to think this was a bad idea.
I mean it's not like she's the only girl on campus or in Lagos.

'But she's the only one in here', my subconscious retorted like he was angry he had to share his space with her in my mind. Sadly, he was right. She has been all I can think about since we helped reconcile K and Mia the other night. It's gotten so bad that I stalk her on social media now. That's how I knew she'd have lectures for most of today and on impulse, I found myself getting dressed to come over and keep her company. Its so crazy because I'm not that generous. I only care about myself and family but here I am, bored and frustrated just because I want to her face.
At first, I was attracted to her but that was just because I figured she would be a good lay. I didn't think of her as more than that. I'm a selfish jerk, I know. Then I saw the way her bigger jerk of a boyfriend was treating her and I don't know, I just felt this overwhelming urge to protect her. Cliché as it may seem, her refusal to my advances made me even more attracted to her.
At some point I resented her for turning me into the pathetic mess and I resolved within myself to kill off any budding feelings. That easy, right? Just few moments after my resolution, my phone chimed and seconds later I'm swooning over her latest picture on IG, shamelessly liking and commenting with my burner account.

"Dave?", someone called, snapping me out of my reverie. "What are you doing here!", Gina asked, looking at me surprised. For a moment, I was dazed as I looked at her face and couldn't utter a word. How can someone look more beautiful with each passing moment.

"Dave?", she called out again and I quickly regained myself and averted my gazed from her.

"Yes", I replied.

"I asked what you were doing here"

"Oh, right", I began. "I - uh- I came to see you", I answered uneasily. Where the heck did my confidence go; why am I shy all of a sudden?

"Ok-ay", she drawled her response, her facial expression showed she found it weird I was looking for her.

'Oh God', I thought as I began to realize that it was indeed weird that I was here. It would be even worse if she knew I waited about four hours for her to finish. That would just give out thirsty creepy stalker-ish vibes. I began working my brain to come up with an excuse of some sort.

"So..", Gina started. "What's so urgent that had you running to my department to see me?"

"I didn't run here", I scoffed, feeling a bit offended. Who does she think she is?
"Infact, I'll have you know that I just got here few minutes..", I was saying when Mrs Grumpy cleared her throat quite dramatically, cutting me off in the process. I looked towards her sharply, wondering why she won't just mind her business.

"Oh, Hi Mrs Pamela", Gina greeted. "I didn't know you were there".

"Hi dear", Grumpy replied smiling and quickly wiped it off when she looked at me. "He didn't get here few minutes ago, he's been here for a very long time. I guess you're the one he's waiting for", the sadist of a woman ran her mouth and I looked away in shame.

"Wow", Gina said, looking at me as I prayed inwardly for the ground to just open up and swallow me and Grumpy so I deal with her well for not minding her business.

"Alright, yeah", I said, trying to sound unaffected. "I've been waiting for you a while, so what? Is it such a big deal?"

"Clearly, it is. Since you tried to lie about it and why me?", she asked. "Why do you want to see me?"

"Can we at least go somewhere else and talk about it", I said eyeing nosy Grumpy to which she responded with a glare of her own. Some people are just naturally unhappy in this country.

"Uh Uh, no", Gina refused. "I'm not going anywhere till you tell me because all clandestine acts of yours is beginning to creep me out. Is this about Mia? Or K? Are they OK?", she began firing questions nonstop.

"No no, they are fine.. I think. I don't know know if I haven't heard from neither of them but I'm sure they're fine. That's not why I'm here. I'm actually here because of me, there's something I-"

"Oh thank God, I was beginning to think something bad had happened", G cut me off, heaving a huge sigh of relief. Something in me just wished she could worry about me like that too.

"I'm sorry for cutting you off like that, I was just so relieved it wasn't anything bad. The way you were acting just got me scared. Uh, you were saying something earlier about that you are here for you?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah", I said hesitantly, wondering if I should still tell her why I was here. The mojo I had earlier had disappeared and I'm scared of what her reaction would be.

"So... go on. Tell me", she urged, looking at me expectantly with those beautiful eyes.

"Uh... I.. I... I think I'm in trouble and might need the services of a lawyer", I lied on the spot. Well, it wasn't necessarily a lie. I really am in trouble--having feelings for her is trouble.

"Okay, but aren't you like really rich?", she asked. "I'm sure you have a legal team at your disposal".

"Yeah, but this is a case my dad can't find out about else he'll deal with me", I lied again, marveled at how quickly I was dishing the lies out. God please forgive me.

"Hmmm", she hummed, looking at me suspiciously. "I don't know Dave, I'm not even a lawyer yet. I'm just a law student and I'm sorry but I don't think I can help you", she apologized, breaking my heart a little but I won't back down so easy.

"Okay, I get that you're scared or not sure of yourself to win", I said, baiting her. A little bruise to one's ego always worked in motivating someone to do something. Harsh but very effective.

"I'm not scared and I'm very confident of my abilities concerning matters of the law, I'm not just sure I want to involve myself in whatever it is you've got yourself in", she retorted.

"Okay okay, I'm sorry if I offended you. How about I treat you to lunch and then you can offer me some legal counsel on how I can get out the mess I'm in. Pleeasee", I begged.

"Uhmm... I'm not--", she began but now it was my turn to cut her off. I won't let her turn me down.
T"Or even better, why don't we go to yours and then you can whip something up for us to eat. I heard you're quite the chef so please grace the taste buds of your humble servant with your heavenly delicacies", I said and gave a dramatic bow which she chuckled at. I knew she loved cooking and so I had to appeal to that side of her. All my cyber stalking is beginning to pay off.

"Okay", she muttered and smiled a little. "But you must help out too", she ordered and I gave her a mock salute.

"You're just silly", she smiled again and began walking out. "Let's go".

"Right behind you", I said and followed her out as I passed the door, I stuck my head back in and dangled my tongue at Grumpy in mockery and laughed within me at the angry look on her face.....TBC

So it is as promised, a little rusty but please manage and drop your feedbacks too. Next update would be sometime later in the week. Have a blessed day and week ahead.

paperlord007:
For the Op if your phone falls in this category.

Wow, thanks man... How can I contact them?

Happy new month guys.... I totally forgot this week was Week Of Spiritual Empowerment in my church and so I wouldn't have time to update this week but unfailingly, I'll start next week. Please you guys can also attend WOSE at any Salvation ministries near you or even online too. Remain Blessed!!

Hey guys, so I've got someone willing to lend me a phone at intervals through which I can be able to start typing and making updates again. So from August, next week Tuesday precisely, I'll start dropping updates again. It might not be consistent o but it's better than just abandoning the story like that. So to the ones who are still sticking with me through this ride, thanks a lot for your patience and understanding. I really appreciate.

PS make person help me remember where I bin stop sef. I don forget.

paperlord007:
Read all the chapters at once. Amazing story, captivating and all. More Muscle to continue this story bro. Please take your time…��

Thanks a lot bro

doctorexcel:
I sincerely appreciate the effort you put into writing your stories, considering every other daily activities that also need your attention. My words were just yearning of a lover of good write up. No malice intended bro. One love

I know man. Thanks a lot.

doctorexcel:
This is not encouraging at all. Instead of starting a new series, why not take your time to complete this

Bro I don't how it is for other storytellers but in my case, once I get an idea or inspiration for a story I scribble it down but it usually comes at the oddest times. I might just be solving maths and boom, I just get an idea. This peculiarity makes it hard for me to remember them at times so that I was scribbling down stuff for a new story doesn't mean I've abandoned 'unrequited'. I just haven't been inspired enough. Normally, I won't bother to explain myself but you've been a day one reader since 'undecided' and I respect you enough to do so.

Lol... Make una sha calm down. I never work my phone and ideas wey I don note down for there don wipe. It really hurt me so excuse me if I don't feel any motivation to continue this story at the moment--maybe later but not now. Had even scribbled down some ideas for my new story--very sharp romance thriller-- everything's gone now. Omo! Peace guys

Sophiemikey:
wow, this is mind-blowing!!!! I love it.. thank you so much!!

Uwc bro

Lol... Make una no vex o

Dibixxx1:
I know say you don forget about this one

Lol

Thanks guys... Let's see what Thursday is gon be like. Meanwhile, don't forget to go for July WOSE at salvation ministries.

Contd

Shocked at her sudden question, I just sat there petrified for some moments. What does she mean by that question? Does she know who I am already?

"Uh--what--I don't--I don't get ma", I stuttered. My palms got sweaty all of a sudden. "Do you mean my name or where I'm from?" I asked.

"Calm down dear", she smiled. "No need to get all worked up. Are you the owner of that big car parked outside?" She asked.

"Uh..yeah", I replied , unsure why she asked. How was that relevant to the situation now.

"Okay", she nodded. "You see, I saw you drive in here. I noticed how you seemed worried and hesitant to come in. You didn't seem like you just came to eat. I mean look at you and the car you're driving, it's obvious you don't eat at places like this. So there must something that brought you here and that's what I want to know", she stated calmly and I sighed in relief momentarily because I wasn't really off the hook yet.

"That was why I tried my best to keep you from leaving when you wanted to go", she added. "So tell me dear, am I in trouble?", she asked jokingly and I chuckled. I guess she saw how uneasy I was and wanted to lighten the atmosphere as she probed me about my identity.

"Okay"-, I began. "Well, you're right Ma. I did come here for something or rather someone other than the food. I came because of your grandso--"

"Onyekachi!!?", she exclaimed, cutting me off. "Ah, what's wrong with him? Is he okay?" She asked alarmed as she brought out her phone and began typing frantically on her phone. I was guess she wanted to call him.

"No no ma, that's not it. He's okay, he's fine", I said in a bid to calm her down which seemed to work a little. She put the phone down and looked at me, the worry still her eyes.

"Are you sure?", she asked and I nodded. "Then what happened or has he gotten himself into trouble? Did he damage any property, yours by any chance. Is that why you're here? To make us pay?", she went on another worrycoaster. In some way I liked her worry; it's been a while I had someone worry about me like this..except K of course.

"No ma", I tried to reassure her but she was having none of it. She'd begun making wild assumptions, one of which was that I'd gotten K locked up till he paid for what he 'damaged'. Old people can be that extreme with their assumptions.

"Ah! What does this boy want me to do now", she continued lamenting. "Why can't--"

"I'm his girlfriend!!", I blurted out all of a sudden before I could stop myself. I dramatically threw my palm over my mouth just in case it wanted to add, "We're in love and dating and you can do nothing about it".

"Excuse me, what did you just say?", granny asked, a stunned expression on her face....TBC

47

Mia

I clenched and unclenched my fists as I sat nervously in car asking myself if what I was about to do was the best thing. This was uncharted territory for me and way beyond my comfort zone. The things that love makes us do, right?

I never thought there would come a time in my life I'd be so into a boy that I would be the one going to meet his parents or in this case, his grandparents for permission.

"Just play it cool, Mia. You got this", I encouraged myself and stepped out of the car. I inhaled and exhaled before I walked inside the small restaurant before me. The inside looked quite spacious in contrast to its outside appearance. The interior decor of the restaurant was quite decent, not that I was expecting something worse, just that considering its status, location and caliber of customers, I didn't expect it to be this good. I could spot two standing air conditioners at either ends of the restaurant, neatly arranged tables which were almost full, four flat screen TVs strategically set at the four walls of the restaurant where customers could see them comfortably. Then there was a counter where two girls who I'm guessing were employees manned, taking orders of customers. There was a back door where the girls where coming in and going out of; maybe that was an office or kitchen.

I located an empty table and walked cautiously to it. I hesitated before sitting down. The chair didn't look neat enough off for me. I made a silent prayer against any disease contraction as I sat down.

'Maybe this wasn't such a good idea', I thought. I mean it's not like I'm getting married to K or something. We're just dating and honestly, I don't think I need his grandparents' blessing for that.

'So you don't think your relationship with K would lead to marriage?', a voice in my head asked and I sighed in frustration at the pickle I'd overthought myself into. I hated it whenever that voice in my head starts talking. Usually it came in the form of my conscience during my 'mean girl' days and other days it manifested in the form of anxiety but now I don't even know the form it's taking now.  About my relationship with K taking the next step, well I don't know. I think we just be focused on the now and the future would take care of itself.

"Yeah, that's right", I muttered to myself, smiling that I had defeated that self righteous prick of a voice or conscience or whatever stupid form it chooses to manifest its annoying self. To be honest, it was led me here in the first place. Lately, I had this feeling that my relationship with K was putting a strain on his relationship with his grandparents. Sometimes they call when we're together and he starts acting uncomfortable. Sometimes he even ignores their calls when we are together and anytime I bring it up he says he's waiting for the right time to tell them about me and as much as it sounds lame and pisses me off, I understand him. I mean I haven't also told my dad about K too though it's a bit different with me. K adores his grandparents and would really want their blessings while I don't really care what my dad says or thinks. I love my dad but he knows it's my life and decisions and respects them.
I also understand them too, after the nightmare they went through with one rich family, it's only normal that they would be overly wary of a similar scenario playing out now. I'll just everything play out naturally and whenever K is ready, I'll be ready with him.

Feeling at peace again with my myself, I stood up to go and just as I was few feet away from the entrance, I felt someone tap me.

"Ah oyinbo, are you leaving already?", I heard someone ask from behind. The voice sounded feminine and kind of advanced in age; definitely not the girls I saw at the counter.

''Oh my God'', I gasped lowly as it dawned on me that this might K's grandmother. I began to panic as I contemplated ignoring her and bolting for the exit. If only I wasn't wearing heels right now.

'Oh wow!!', my eyebrows shot up in surprise as I turned to her. Anyone would know that she must have been a head turner in her youth. Granny's really fine.

"Uh..mm..yeah", I stuttered. I was scared to face her before, now I'm scared and intimidated by her beauty. Grandpa really struck a goldmine with her

"Oh..already?", she asked. "You don't want anything?"

"Uh...not really. I've got something to do now", I answered hurriedly.

"Uh..okay..but we can pack it up for you to go", she persisted and I grimaced out of frustration.

"Don't think I can wait that long, Ma", I rejected politely and she just smiled and shook her head calmly.

"Its ok", she replied. "You've already made up your mind not to patronize us so no wahala. You can go", she stated and turned her back to go leaving me shocked at her statement. That was very rude and presumptuous.

"Its not like that ma. I rea--",

"And I said you should go or am I holding you?", she retorted and I clenched my fists tight. If she wasn't K's granny, Lords knows what I would said to her.

I turned to go but just as I reached the entrance, I turned back. This wouldn't be the right way to get off with my boyfriend's family. Maybe I should just a thing or two, you know. It's not like I really have any urgent appointment. Who knows, we might just hit it off after all.

"Uhm...please wait!", I called out to her retreating self and walked faster to catch up with her. "I'm really sorry for my behaviour earlier ma. I think I'll have something now", I calmly apologised. She looked at me angrily for a while before she heaved a sigh and then smiled at me. I let out the breath I was holding when she smiled. I thought I had blown my chance with her. Honestly, I don't really get why I want to be good with her so bad; why does her validation matter so much to me?

"You don't have to", she said, still smiling. "Don't want it to seem like I'm forcing or something like that o".

"No ma", I objected politely. "You're not forcing me. I really want to eat something"

"You can have a seat then while I go get you the menu", she said, smiling warmly at me.

"Okay", I replied and sat down. The table I chose was directly facing one of the TVs. They were showing a nollywood movie so I just decided to watch as a means to pass time before she got back with the menu.

"Okay, here you go", she gave the menu to me. "Just pick what you want and I'd quickly fix it up".

Without wasting time I picked jollof rice, not because it was what I wanted but because that was like the only meal I knew there. Most of the meals were local dishes I'd never eaten before and experimenting just wasn't my thing.

In no time my food was brought to me and as I took the first spoon of rice, it was like all my senses but that of taste just shut up.
I didn't even know when I finished it and ordered another one. I almost offered her a job to become my in-house chef but stopped myself. She might see it as an insult and even if she doesn't, K would surely object to it.

A short while after I finished eating, I prepared to go and signalled to one of the girls to get my bill.

"Sis, madam say make I let am know anytime you wan comot. She say make I no collect any money", the girl said to me in pidgin.

"Oh ok", I said, surprised as to why she wanted to see me.

"Make I go call am", the girl said and left.

Few minutes later, K's grandma came out accompanied by the girl.

"You're ready to go?", she asked as she got to me.

"Yes ma", I answered.

"Okay, umm.. can I just have a word with you before you leave?" She asked.

"Okay..sure", I agreed hesitantly. I had this uneasy feelings about the whole thing.
"Hope no problem, Ma", I asked, just to be sure all was good.

"Oh, of course darling", she chuckled. "I just have one question?"

"Okay, what is it?"

"Who are you?", she asked looking at me dead in the eye...TBC

New update tomorrow

Omo writing in 3rd person ain't no joke....people wey dey do am dey try wella.

46

Third person POV

"Here you you go sir", a young man said to the older man seated at the back seat of the black Mercedes-AMG G63 brabus rocket 900 edition.

"Thanks", the older man murmured in appreciation as the younger man gave a small bow and walked up to the driver's side of the car. The older man opened the airtight lid of the plastic takeaway container and the sweet aroma of porridge water-yam(òtòòr) filled the car. He took a spoonful and closed his eyes in utter relish of the food before and the tears began to slowly stream down his cheeks. He sniffed, drawing the attention of his driver who immediately tore out a tissue and gave to his boss, without looking. It wasn't as alarming as the first time when they had just gotten back to the country and they came here. He'd become accustomed to this scene now and knew to just let his boss be.

"Thank you, Stephen", the older man appreciated after he dried his eyes and blew his nose with the tissue.

"You're welcome, sir", Stephen replied. "Are we good to good now?"

"Yeah", the older man answered. "Let's go to our next stop for the day."

One would wonder what could make a man that owned a car worth over five hundred thousand dollars cry just at a spoonful of porridge water-yam. What is so special about a meal that can bring a man with a multi-billion dollar fortune to tears?
Well, its said that the way to a man's heart-- rich or poor-- is through his stomach but that wasn't the case here. It wasn't the food, no. It was the memories that came with the food. The memories of when things were good and life was sweet.

Every thursday since he got  back into the country, he had always stalked the local restaurant that made the delicacy before him now. He always came but never for once entered.

At first, he would just come and watch from afar as the owners of the restaurant, an old couple prepared for the day. Many times he'd to wanted to just remove his expensive Armani suit, roll up his sleeves and go help them but he didn't. He couldn't. He was afraid his presence would drive them away. For him it was better to see them from afar even if he didn't get to talk to them than show himself and forfeit both seeing and talking to them forever. At least that's what he said to himself.

"They look happy. Why disrupt their happiness by showing my face?", he'd always say to himself but deep down he knew that was only an excuse. An excuse to avoid facing them. An excuse to avoid facing the consequence of his sins and so he decided to help from afar instead.
He had found out everything about them through his private investigators. He had secretly bought off the piece of property their restaurant was located at, bought off their residential building too and settled any debt they had. He paid more for the creditors to claim they just waived it all off.
He had even given lots of people money to go and patronize the restaurant on the days where he observed business was slow. Sometimes he would have Stephen order everything available on the menu which he would now send to orphanage homes. He did all these but his heart was still yet to find peace and somehow, he knew the reason why. Money can't buy true forgiveness; he knew that now.

"We are here, boss", Stephen said, pulling him back from the world of his thoughts.

"Already?", the older man asked, observing his surroundings through the tinted window that now seemed to blur his view  due to the droplets of rain on it. He must have  been too deep in his thoughts for him to not have noticed it had started raining. 

"That was fast", he mumbled after confirming they had indeed arrived at their destination. He grabbed a bouquet of flowers beside him and waited a moment before Stephen got the door so he could step out.

"I'll be back in a moment", he said to Stephen as he made to walk off.

"Its raining, boss. Let me hold the umbrella over you", Stephen offered.

"Its okay, Stephen. I'm good", he declined and began on his way.

Gingerly, he walked through the grounds, dodging forgotten graves. On a few, candles had been lit and placed in memory, others had died out through the duration of the night.
Dying flowers blossomed in this graveyard,  majority of the graves had a bouquets placed on top. Others had weather destroyed notes which had become an emulsion of colours as a result of the rain soaking them.
Up ahead was where it lay. The only one that wasn't cracked or littered with moss, the only one that mattered to him.

He knelt down on the wet grass and placed the bouquet with me on the grave. He took out his handkerchief to clean a picture sitting on the tomb. It was the picture of a beautiful woman and for a moment, he seemed to be lost in the picture.

"Even in death you still hold me captive with these eyes, T", he chuckled as he continued cleaning the picture. He kept on cleaning for a while before he finally set it back to its former position. Engulfed by deep sorrow, he clasped his hands together and began sobbing.

"I'm sorry, T", he cried. "I'm truly sorry. I did you and everyone else wrong. I let my selfishness misguide me and ruined everything that ever mattered to me. Please babe, please forgive me", he mourned. He did not care that he was in the rain and that he could get sick from it. At point, if being sick for the rest of his life could some how atone for his sins then he'd gladly embrace all the illnesses in the world.

Stephen watched in pain as his boss grovelled miserably before that grave. It hurt that he could do nothing to help this man who had been a ray of light in a really dark time in his life. In fact, he doubted if he would still be alive now if his boss hadn't stepped in.
Being a Nigerian student in the states hadn't been as rosy as he imagined it to be. The Nigerian government that had offered him the scholarship had suddenly stopped paying his tuition and accommodation fees. It was a really hard period for him seeing as failure to pay his fees made his student Visa invalid and if caught might caused him to be deported.
In order to make ends meet, he collected a loan from a loan shark at a ridiculous forty percent return rate. As expected, he couldn't pay back and after he was beaten up badly, the loan shark forced him into his drug peddling business. It was one of his drug trips that he got busted by the police and put in jail. He was put in the same cell with his boss now. How relieved he was to see another nigerian. Once he was attacked by a group of inmates, bloodied and barely hanging on to his consciousness and just when he was about to give out, his boss stepped in and rescued him. When the cartel his boss worked for came to get him out, his boss interceded on his behalf and they got him out. Since then he had sworn his loyalty to his boss.

"Stephen!!!", the older man half shouted, jolting him out of his reverie. "Where's your head at man?", the older man asked.

"I'm sorry, boss. Didn't know you were done", Stephen apologised as he got the door for his boss.

"Take me to the company", the older man said as he got into the car. "Time to settle all scores with my past".

Dibixxx1:
Did you see where he said his phone is spoilt and so he can't type again or you're just intentionally insensitive? Readers here always be doing the most, these writers always give u pple nice stories for free without any support or incentive 4ram u guys but they falter due to block issues or spoilt devices, u all be the loudest to start to criticize. He dropped his details here any kind of support and all of a sudden here became a ghost town even d person dat advised him to drop details don run. Cut the guy some slack abeg.

Oya Moura7 come o...even prime Van Djik no fit defend you the way I do now. Pls one update even if it's only 500 words.

Lol....don't sweat it man. You don try and so I go try something on Friday. E fit short so pls try manage. Truth is no mojo dey to cont this story again but with God's help I'll keep on trying.

Lol....I don tire o. Who dey interested in buying the book like this? Also, I dey very available for ghost writing jobs esp romance genre...just hit me up.

Lol...una funny sha.

Monoke:
Mann...
Captivating
Page turner
Eye-glue

This is one of the best story I've read on NL
You're a genius Moura7
Where do you get your ideas?!
So original

Looking forward to the sequal

Thanks alot...sequel? Hmm...let's see

Dibixxx1:
This was and still is a masterpiece. Great stuff bro.

Thanks bro

Dibixxx1:
Seems I'll be the first to lead this charge cause I just got to this point and the anticipation is more hyper for me.
Have dropped my own small something for you bro. To fix your phone. Hopefully the others who have become mute of all a sudden would try too.....Anyhow, please just drop small update this weekend even if you borrow phone do am, make just use hold body small

Thanks alot man

Happy New Month peeps. This is for the good people of this thread that want to help...its entirely voluntarily.
0048766239 union bank.

YoungBruzzy:
Richard remarried for sure brah if you can still remember, Dave once called K his brother but he quickly change it (I guess that’s where K’s proposal was thrashed into the bin by the manager but Dave had to step in)
Let’s just keep our fingers crossed , OP will do justice to this wonderful piece of art

Una no try sha...una wait make my phone crash befor una start to dey drop this engaging comments?

Shegzy8:
I think there’s nothing wrong if you drop your account details. We all can help out one way or the other. A whole lot of people are following this thread without commenting.

Would really love to drop my details but no one here has offered to help and personally, I don't want it to seem like I'm forcing and manipulating anyone into helping me. And if in a scenario I'm eventually helped out by the people here and I say this very respectfully, I wouldn't want to be pressured at very whim, esp on days I've got nothing to come up with.
A good story takes time, alot, see an example this one is 45 eps already and I'm not done yet but the first episodes for the next season is already forming in my mind (I don drop small spoiler lol).

Omo...thanks alot for the concern from everyone. Really sorry I took this long to update. Remember I talked about my phone screen issues here sometime ago, well shit got much worse. These two updates were really hard for me to come up with and honestly, I dont know when I'd be able to update again cus I don't have money to repair or buy new one at the moment. Painful part is all the episodes of this novel I've typed, notes ,thoughts, recordings I've taken to progress this story are in the phone and I didn't back it to my drive. Would just have to start writing on paper for now till I'm good again. Have a good week everyone.