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Wow...seems history is going to repeat itself.......easy bro wif d suspense before u gv me hrt attack....enjoying every bit of d story

More ink to ya pen and pls do continue....
Have a lovely weekend sir....
Cheers...

Waiting patiently for d update...

Owkay....more ink to your pen. Take care.

Its this story related to the other? The bloodline Cos of the Eric character ...
I love ur diction sir, its really awesome...

ironkurtain:
Next update will be coming on Saturday......nellyme and other fellow nairalanders pls do bear with me.........i have to attend a friend's birthday party.......i promise to make it worth your while........happy weekend to everybody.

Happy birthday to ur friend...many more years. Enjoy the party. We r waiting for u, dnt forget dat...tk kia.

Wow...pls do continue. Awesome piece

tunery004:
Well let's keep our fingers crossed, we will find out in the next update coming up by 2pm

Even if anything happens to her it aint her fault but ignorance. God is a miracle worker but most pple act out of the ordinary. Faith without works is dead....we should endeavour to apply that in our daily lives

#justsaying

ironkurtain:
Thanks for the comments......pls i hope u guys share ur views with me cos am just an aspiring writer.....so pls ur critics is appreciated........updates coming up soon.

To me you are good except the abbreviation you use sometimes...the storyline is superb, add suspense the more. Its a wonderful piece , more critics will come from amazing writers . U jst have to wait for it. Kudos

mzzkismet:
takes my seat

Welcome on board

mzzkismet:
occupies d seat next to nellyme

#following

Abeg buy chinchin and moimoi with akara b4 u go seat beside me
Ehe dnt forget to add origin101

Wow....wen is d next update pls? Interesting write up u got here

#following

Mrs Adams saw the police cars as soon as her entourage turned the corner. She had gone visiting a friend since morning. The media were massed at the front gate, held back by police but demanding instant answers. She knew something was wrong. Her first reaction was panic. In the next instant she was running towards her house.
"What's going on here?" She cried, pushing against the cordon of police officers who blocked her front door.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, there was a shoot out and your daughter was not found. Our men were found dead at the scene." One of the officer said.
"Oh my God," she moaned, falling back. Her head falling inside her head, her shoulders started to shake with a grief she no longer tried to hide. She fainted and when she was revived, she stayed conscious only long enough for the doctor to give her a sedative. Later, much later, when the sedative they gave her started to take effect and her mind was hovering in the mid-ground between dreams and reality, her thoughts kept returning on how her day had been spent, how things might have been different. She would have attended the church with her daughter. Somehow it was her fault because she had changed the routine and went visiting.
They had waited patiently for the calls so as to prepare a ransom but none came in. She was worried because she loved her daughter. She glanced at the wall clock in her room as it was 3:15 in the afternoon. Her phone vibrated, she took it from the table. It was a message from a certain number not registered in her phone book. It read thus "Meet me at New city Hotel room 49 by 7am tomorrow. If you want your daughter to live: come alone and let no one know about the meeting."

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She had grown up in a house full of music. Her father was always singing, and all Esther's earliest and strongest memories were built around her father's vibrant baritone raised in song. Her father Mr. Edwards Adams, Governor of Lagos State, was a man who she respected because of his peculiarities. Aside from singing, Edwards was a prolific painter. She didn't understand why she is always the victim of every kidnapping incident in their home. Maybe because she was the only one who insisted studying in Nigeria. Her elder sister Kelly was presently doing her masters at Germany, her younger brother at Europe studying Law. She sighed as she realized her environment. She looked around and discovered the building is incomplete which signifies that her captors hideout was deep in the forest. She couldn't grasp at the reason why the girl was so angry at her. They are so different from the people who had kidnapped her in time past. She had lied to them about her name. Why would they even ask her about that? Are they so immature and inconsistent? She really need to get back home. She closed her eyes and prayed.

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Mike awakened with a start. He sat up, disoriented. He glanced at his wrist watch and then blinked in disbelieve.
Three o'clock? In the afternoon?
The events of the morning came rushing back: kidnapping zoe, Rita drove off their hideout in anger . A lump formed in his throat. He was not a kidnapper. He was a graduate but the zeal for the revenge of his father's death kept him on this track. He needed not the money. His plans were for him to get the governor to confess to his crime. He wasn't going to get away with it, he promised. He remembered Rita's fit and her angered he breathed deeply through his nose, focusing on what he needed to do. He didn't have time to be weak-kneed or light-headed all because of his supposed love to Rita. He needed to execute his vengeance and not to extort money which he will give with no stress. After all it is the sweat of the citizens, their tax and hard works. He needed him to suffer the pain he suffered after the death of his father. He stood and walked to the room where Zoe was. He found her asleep, he shook her and she opened her eyes.
An ache rose in his jaw, and Mike realized his teeth were tightly clamped. For a long time now, he'd been incapable of any emotion except deep, caustic anger. Day after day it ate at him, like a vulture picking at his entails. Dying would have been easier than living like this. Thoughts of revenge flickered through his mind. Get it over and done with, he told himself, and then finally - maybe - he would find rest.
His gaze traveled to Zoe once more. Maybe justice demanded that Edwards Adam pay a greater forfeit, he thought. Maybe it required that the man lose something he held even dearer than his own contemptible life. He picked up his phone from his back pocket and sent a text message. He smiled to himself and walked out.
Esther was dumbfounded because she didn't understand why he just smiled and also why he hasn't called her father yet. She was sad and didn't know when the tears flowed.

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Nyc work...#inolivertwistvoice *i want some more

theorbiters:
*Wakes up
*looks at her
*faints again.

Stop fainting naw.....cos we need to talk

theorbiters:
*faints

*pours him full bucket of cold water
He wakes startled
Be a man and take up ur responsibilities.....

#i will be with u all tru d way, dnt be afraid

theorbiters:
Okay......this is what I call 'Rough play'.
Are you trying to scare me? Because if you are then you have succeeded...
Hope it is not true??

Am two weeks gone....do the maths.....

#tongue out
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theorbiters:
Lmaoooo!!!!!
Nelly, please oo!!! That phrase is like a bitter torment.

Lol I bet d sweats dripped down with u shaking vigorously....hahahahahaha

I am pregnant ooooo and in my own case u r responsible

Hahahahahahahahaha

Hi theorbiters ... "We need to talk" ASAP

theorbiters:
End Of Chapter 3...

Nyc, love d mystery....kudos

ThR0NeKiD:
Thanks.

Ole lamba's just a short form of hat I meant, it is 'Ole lamba cover' which means, 'Covering for a pilferer'.

Hope you get the relation between the title and the story, now.

Yeah...kudos

Mehn the story short and sweet......nice work u got here. Wats d meaning of Ole Lamba?

Why did she have to die? Another lost soul (Ismail)

Pls dnt delay d updates dat long...I knw it aint easy writing, typing et all. Jst try to keep d updates cuming.
Thanks and kudos to the good job thus far

theorbiters:
End Of Chapter Two.

Drop your reviews, comments, corrections and criticisms.
More updates soon.
Remain happy.

If not for some typo errors u r gud to go
Jst check it wella before updating.
Nice work thus far...keep the update cuming cos am still following

PROLOGUE


FLASHLIGHT


Ngozi sat at the steps of Mercy Hospital as she sobbed quietly. Two days ago her 12 years old sister, Ozioma was admitted at the hospital. She was diagnosed of Hepatitis a chronic infection of the liver and had problem breathing. Ngozi heard a noise behind her and stood to see Rev. Samuel their local church resident pastor as he walked down with her aunt, Ego. She wiped her tears and looked up to them.
"Rev. What is happening? The doctor ignored my pleas to enter Ozioma's room. I need to see her.?
The Rev. sighed. Ngozi noticed the look on their faces, her heart skipped a beat. Her aunt avoided her gaze and stared at the wall.
"Nne. We have to leave." The Rev replied
"Why? I just bought the pap she requested. I need to go prepare it." She took a step forward but was stopped by the Rev.
"Please. Just listen for a moment. I will tell you more when we get home."
She sighed and obediently followed them to the car. She didn't fail to have noticed her aunt's silence. She still whimpered and couldn't open up a conversation. There was silent all through the drive home. The Rev drove straight to the church instead of her home. She secretly wondered why. She alighted from the vehicle and walked inside the manse. Her phone rang, she reluctantly glanced at the screen to view the caller I.D and it showed Sir Chukwu, her uncle. She picked with anticipation expecting update on her sisters health.
"Ngozi. Can you hear me clearly?" He asked.
"Yes sir."
"Listen to me, your sister Ozioma is dead. You have to hold yourself together and take care of your other siblings. You are their mother. Don't forget that."
The world froze for a while and Ngozi was deaf for a second as her body rejected the news. Hot tears streamed down her cheeks, her vision was blurred. She dropped the phone and screamed, she turned and flung the door open. She ran into the church, headed straight to the alter, she cried out loud and asked a question she never asked before "God why?". Her body shook, quivered like a drenched rat in the rain. She wept out loud till there was no tears left. She screamed at the four walls of the church. She was shattered, her faith flattered. She felt lost. She was angry and couldn't grasp at a source of her anger in particular. Death? God? She was angered deep to her bones. She felt like smashing her fists into something or someone. Her mind was in disarray as she ran out of the church into the busy street. She heard a horn but couldn't stop. She ran into a speedy car. She was hit and all she wished for was death. The last thing she remembered was a light that shone so bright and blinded her. Then there was darkness.

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Let the story begin.........


HOW IT ALL STARTED

Will continue tonight

Wow wat a lovely piece, thought it will go more than this.....thumbs up and keep it up

Wow, wonderful piece....pls do continue

LadyX:
Nice story!

Tnx for following

theorbiters:
Just in case you are wondering what "Vamos a jugar sucio" means, it's a spanish phrase which when translated in English means, "Let's play dirty."

Updates coming soon.
Remain happy.

I love d suspense keep it coming
Happy sunday

Still following

Waiting for more....thumps up really interesting