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I saw an old woman soaked in blood, bruises all over her. It was really hard to hold on my emotion when she said ' help me my son'... At first I was afraid, but I steadied myself, carried her on by back like a baby and zoomed out searching for help.

" [i][/i] If a man is born in a stable, he does not become a horse, but if he lives long in the stable, he will behave like a horse".

Everywhere so silent and appeared like a burial ground, all that goes through my mind was to find a help and drop the old woman. I was tired, tired of walking. The most annoying thing is that the old woman kept yelling at me " I don't want to die ooo, take me to the hospital".

" huch...I see no hospital here, I don't even know here" I said within.

All I could do is to calm the old woman. Hmm! My eyes so red like a burning fire, my hands and legs so weak to flow...my ears hearing sounds of murmurs from afar, sounds of gunshots, sounds of steps that sink my heart. Hmm! I saw them running towards us, pointing and shooting their guns... I was down, so so down, all I wished for was wings to fly high, I've already givenup, but the weak voice of the old woman ( pls save me) got me stronger. I held her tightly to my back, running, running, and running without looking back,. They kept on shooting and running after us like rugby players, I looked different angles but nowhere to hide. " are you okay ma" I asked...but all what she said was " they are getting closer, keep on running". I kept on running, running, and running so fast not minding if i fall, I ran firmly till I got to a rough road where we hide behind a cliff.

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Halooo my Noble readers.....I know u guys r reading with all smiles, if u find any ills and errors... Kindly make it known to me....God bless u all as u read.

Nice concept bro

I knew it was risky, but my thought was above that. Everywhere was silent, no human, no goats, all I could hear was the sensational voice of the birds. Yes! I was afraid, seeing blood and Human parts on the ground, shivering as if it was cold, looking every angle if I would see my family.

It was only me on the deadly way, feeling feverish and sick as I saw vultures feeding from the human part. Tears all over me, pleading to Almighty God to save my people from the beasts.

Hmm! As I walked towards the extreme, I heard triple gun shots sound so close and mean. One side of me said I should wait and fight the demons, the other side of me said I should run for my life.

My late father ones says " when the bush is on fire, grasshoppers have no chance to bid each other goodbye". Running for my life is necessity and was a decision I eventually took.

I ran so fast and vehemently without looking back until I got to a corner to rest my legs.
" ooh what a day!" I said breathing faster.

I sat still on the ground, massaging my legs with soft palms feeling every pains of it, tickling my toes with the tip of my fingers.

As I stood up to move on, I heard footsteps right so close behind me with the feel of a palm on my left shoulder.

" ye mogbe ( I'm in trouble) I yelled
Hmm! Fear is a bastard according to my sister. I stood still, sweating profusely, the palm refused to remove itself from my shoulder, feeling waves of heavy object behind me.

I was dead, looking up the sky counting the stars at noon, thinking of my family with my eyes dazzling and my mouth saying the last prayer.As I turned back to know who it was, hmm! My hands shivering, my heart sinking, and my eyes weeping...

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" A king cannot reign without the support of the elders".

Hallo my Noble readers...how r u all doing? Well, ave bin busy in camp (NYSC) rili missed u guys alot.

Ave bin receiving several mails from my fans...pleading 4 me to continue dis story and also to re-start LAND OF MYSTERY. It rili touches my heart knowing that some people love my works...I truly appreciate you guys.

Thank God I have copies of my stories in my mail box... All I will just do is to copy and paste... I will continue with the story from today, i pray i have much time to do so...Thanks for your time and support, Noble loves you all.

KingzPen: EPISODE 1


She sat at the side of the bed at two o’clock in the morning, murmuring to herself. Looking out the window into the darkness, trying to see something that is unseen. Tears couldn't stay back any longer as they trickled down her cheeks. Her fingers playing thoughtlessly with her hairband, whiling away the long, miserable hours. Her ears caught every tick of the clock, one she never perceived on a blissful day. She sneezed and rolled under her blanket just as another gust of wind blew, slamming the windowpane. She passionately engulfed the pillow, with no pillowcase, in her arms. This should replace Sanmi’s warmth, she thought. But for how long? Sanmi, a gallant officer of the Nigerian Army, just got the clarion call to Sudan, a week after their wedding. He left with other troops few weeks ago, leaving his wife with nothing save a teddy bear, instead of a baby to cuddle.

It looked bleak. Her husband’s soonest arrival seemed like forever. The picture of him she placed beside her could not provide solution to her demanding issue. She squeezed more tightly the pillow at her stomach, like a goalkeeper who just caught an unexpected shot. She was in need and indeed needed to talk to someone. Quickly, she groped for her phone by the headboard. And dialed her closest friend, Ireti.

After a lengthy conversation, she could manage a smile. Good friends are rare, she said to herself. She was quite correct the moment she lifted her behind out of bed and rolled it out of the building. She paced alongside the well-trimmed flowers, in the lawn that led to the BQ. She knocked, looking around to be sure nobody was watching. She knocked again. The houseboy, who wouldn't get his eyes off his madam’s backside anytime she passes, slept like a log, unaware that his long awaited dream was ripe. He had liked his master’s wife from the beginning of time, wishing he had a one-night stand with her. But hid it to himself because he had no choice than to peacefully keep his head on his neck, before it got detached.

“Who’s that?” He sprang out of bed.

“It’s me.”

A female voice needed no authentication, his idea, as he gladly hit the switch on and walked to the door. He opened, “Madam...”

“Shush!” She covered his mouth and forced him in.

The stripes of her pink nightgown slipped off her shoulder, she had no bra on. He couldn't see pass what he saw as she closed the distance between them. She grabbed him closer, hugging him tightly so he could feel her breast on his chest.

“Oga Madam...” He said with a bulging eyes.

“Dede.” She replied with a soft voice, licking her lips.

She took it further. She pushed him on his bed, and slowly pulled off her nightie. It all seemed like a dream to Dede. He wiped his eyes to be convinced of what he was seeing. She was petite, with a nice chest, and shaped just like the hourglass. He smiled so broadly as he freely watched the exclusive channel that displayed before him. He almost blessed God for the scarce supposed opportunity.

Unclad, she joined him in bed. Even when her backside was properly camouflaged in a jean, he couldn't resist, far from when it appeared in its real form. Go! He hit it. Dede’s dream came to fruition. The five minutes game was over. She sat at the edge of the bed, shamefaced, wrapped in a bedspread. Her eyes gazing forlornly at nothing on the far wall. Dede sat up, with his back resting against the pillow inclined to the bed-rail. Wondering what went through her mind, he purposely cleared his throat to get her attention. After a long pause, she sluggishly stood to her feet, and got herself dressed. Then, she sternly gazed at him without saying a word. Dede kept his head bowed, he preferred to avoid eye contact. The carpet below them kept his attention.

“Nothing ever happened between us.” She said, with a saturated eyes. “Nothing and I mean nothing. This never happened. Understood?”

Dede nodded in agreement.

“This will never repeat itself again, so cherish this moment the rest of your life. It will never ever and ever happen again.”

She wasn't sure she meant that, but she sounded sincere. Dede watched her leave, watched again everything about her, noticed the nice round backside under the everyday slacks, the slender legs, the athletic shoulders, even the ponytail. Five feet two, maybe three, 63 kilogram max. It really was a night to cherish.

She had missed four calls. She flung the phone under her pillow, after discovering they were all from Ireti. She sat on the floor, with a knot in her stomach, a constant nag that assured her she had done something wrong. She reached for her phone again and dialed Ireti, but hung up, decisively, before it got to her. Let me take responsibility for this, she said to herself as she crawled to the drawer beside the bed. She knew exactly where her husband kept his gun. She pulled the handle, but the drawer was locked.



TO BE CONTINUED...

I love your start...keep it up.

Oooops rili missed the literature section 4 long... Wazup Roy, though, ave neva read any of ur stories, but I salute. Wish u success in ur endeavors... HBD.

Nice story bro... but take note of punctuations and use of English... .