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Good day everyone...

Nairalanders, 60k can actually get me a device and solve little of my problems...

Please someone should help out...please!!! I really don't wanna keep you guys in suspense...please
..please...

Please....

Dollish:
The story is becoming stale no sauce again. The delay in update kills the zeal.

I'm really sorry for the delay..
You my might think I'm purposefully delaying...Nah!!!
I've been managing my device to write but it isn't working out well.
My phone hangs like mad...i've changed battery like twice now!

Imagine writing and the phone shuts down!!!

I'm tryna see if I can get a new one..Once that's done, the story will pickup!!!
Trust me on that!!!

Most nairalanders are funny..
Yesterday, I received bashing from like three different fans.
Not that I purposely refused to update...
I really hate the situation of starting a story and unable to keep it up.
My device is really a setback,I'm using a crappy itel and we all know that brand has a weak processor.
I can't type up to two hundred words without the phone freezing.

Blood in the Ring will continue and I mean it!!!

I pray I get a better device soonest!!!

•••
Mr. Chris was shocked at the outburst.

"Flora...come and see your father!" He called.

"I didn't come for Flora, I came for you. Do you know that you are a righteous fool?" Dad screamed.

I just moved gently to an adjourning settee and sat, praying that my Dad shouldn't do something stupid.

"Father, what have I done?" He asked.

"You have done many things...you are a donkey. A castrated human dog. An embarrassment to the generation of Isaachar. You are a bullock. F√ck you! F√ck you! You are an upgraded version of .."

"Daddy",my sister rushed out of the room. " it hasn't come to this na?"

"It hasn't come to what? See the object you married...are you happy the way he's been treating you? Anthony Joshua is earning millions for fighting, how much has your house-goat earned from beating you?" Dad screamed.

Mr. Chris couldn't bear the insult, he washed his hands in the sink and made to move but my Dad pushed him.

"If you deh walk out on me, heaven will walk out of you. You are a stray sperm".

My sister pleaded with me to calm Dad down but I was enjoying the TV show despite the screams.

" In law, I won't stand here and watch you insult my personality just because I married your daughter. In my marriage, I don't need a third party" Mr. Chris said.

"You are as stupid as they say..see your mouth like third party. I will uproot you one day, I will shoot you with a gun. The very day your hand touches my daughter...you will die that day. Because I will hire demons to.."

He pushed my father out of his path and moved out.

Flora stood still with tears in her eyes, "Daddy, I'm so disappointed in you..".
She rushed into an inner room.

Dad and I exchanged glances.

" Between my daughter and son-in-law, who is more stupid?" Dad asked.

"The two both of them" I replied.

Tbc...

Sorry for the delay in updates, device wahala...
Í'm working on something, hopefully...we will have something long to read before weekend.

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Adeola25:
Frost's Father is a funny man, calling his son in-law an elephant. Thanks for the update and happy a prosperous birthday llnp. Igba odun, odun kan ni oo.

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Happy birthday bruh
Wish you long life and prosperity

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Happy birthday eyeneka....
More life, more blessings...[color=#000099][/color]

Thanks bro..

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Happy Birthday to me!!!
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•••
Twenty eight minutes later, I was served a mouth watering local delicacy.
Ekpankukwo.

After the dish, I washed it down with a jug of fresh tapped palm wine.

"My son, I want to appreciate your efforts for finding time to visit us.." My Dad said, he was on his third jug of palm wine.

"It's okay Dad...it's my responsibility!"

"What is your responsibility?" He threw what seemed like a senseless question to me.

"To visit you people na" I replied.

He deadpanned, "Because you visited us today doesn't make it your responsibility".

" So, what is my responsibility then?" I asked.

"Hmmm.." He drained another jug of palm wine.
"You are my only child that have made me smile in days...look at what you brought. At least I wouldn't worry about food for the next six month. Your Elder Sister...Flora who claims she is married have never visited here with a cup of garri. Not as if I'm interested in it but at least...I told that girl not to marry that antelope headed.."

"Dad it's okay!" I chided. My Dad was always fond of changing sides immediately the situation favours or disfavours him.
I'm pretty sure if my sister should show up tomorrow with a plate of chicken, my dad will say his other children are good for nothing because they couldn't show up with same.

"Mark, do you know that your sister...Flora is a punching bag?" Dad asked.

"How?" I asked confused.

"You are very, very stupid for asking me how?"

"Ahh.."

"You mean if I die today, that means you won't be able to run this family.
See, it's not all about wearing chain and barbing okpoto haircut. It's simple sense of family running."

Dad was pissing me off, "last time I called her, she told me that everything is fine".

" And you believed, you see..on the scale of one to ninety, your stupidity is eighty six. Last time your sister visited, her mouth was like 1996 Peugeot fender".

"Dad, calm down...what do you mean?"

"What you mean is what I mean? That husband of your sister has been beating your sister. He has been using your sister's face to learn punching".

" Dad you mean your son in-law has been beat..."

"If you were not the son I like, I would have just forget the back of my hand on your teeth. Who are you calling my son-in-law? The only son in law I have is Udoka's male dog that impregnated my female dog."

My Father was truly loosing it.

"But Dad, have you tried to resolve the problem?"

"Why should I, am I a lawyer. That's why I sent you to school, but instead for you to go to school, you failed literature eight times in WAEC".

" Jesus! I wasn't an art student".

"What were you, commercial? By the way...the boy has been saying that my daughter isn't good on bed".

My mouth hung open.

" I have asked your mother and her daughters what it means but they don't have an idea. What does it mean to be bad on the bed?" He asked.

I wanted to feign ignorance but I decided to come out clean, "it means she isn't sexually active".

My Dad jumped up and spoke in tongues.

"Sexually active ko....sexually strong ni...you mean he wants my daughter to be a porn star. The daughter I trained, he wants my daughter to be throwing football stunt and he will be kapashing her every corner. He wants to spoil my daughter.."

Dad took it really personal.

"Koko.." My mum called from the backyard, "Allow my son to rest".

" Allow your son to rest? No one will rest until this battle is over...Lemme go and change up...we are going to that house now!".

I wonder what I've gotten myself into.
My cabman took us to my sister's residence at ikotabasi.
All through the ride, my Dad kept on shouting like a mentally deranged man.

When we arrived, he jumped out of the car and headed straight to the apartment.
Ready for a fight.
Without knocking, he barged in.

"Father inlaw.." My Sister's hubby called out.
He was eating on the dinner table.

"Father inlaw..." He called.

"It is your biological father that is your father in law! Elephant!!" Dad barked.

tbc..


Adeola25 and thousands of fans out there,
Put smiles on the birthday boy's face...
Mfon John David..
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Episode 13
All is in order

The trip from Cameroon to Nigeria was successful.
Although, it was punctuated by occasional hitches.
We took off at dusk from the Central capital airport at Yaounde and landed in Obafemi Owolowo Airport.
We had to lodge in the airport guest house till morning.
No place was sweet like home.

7:15am...

I stretched and yawned tiredly on the eighteen spring mattress.
I got up and mouthed some words of prayer.
Twenty minutes later, we were at the travelling lounge for our screening.
Eighteen minutes later, we were in the plane heading to Akwaibom state.

The plane landed smoothly and raced through the runway.
Twelve minutes later, we were out of the plane into a waiting taxi.

"Whoah!!! What a journey" Luke breathed.

"Ladies, my bones massage" Roy said.

I and Luke headed for Eket while Roy alighted at Uyo.
We said our goodbyes and continued our journey.

Luke alighted at the park, we said our goodbye and I ordered the cab man to take me to my home town 'Onna'.

It's been a while since I visited my old man and woman.
Twenty minutes into the journey, I stopped at a supermarket and I bought provisions and foodstuffs for over a hundred thousand.
A delivery van had to continue with me on the journey to dispatch my goods.

The cabman maintained the pathway as directed by me until we arrived a bungalow.
I sighted my father on the balcony, sitting on a bench made of bamboo.
As usual, he looked angry and trouble.

"How much is your bill?" I asked the cabman.

"Eight thousand!" He replied.

I wonder how the bill skyrocketed to such outrageous amount.

"I'll give you fifteen thousand, you'll need to wait here" I told him and alighted from the car.

My father's face gave room for smiles on sighting me.

I walked majestically, with measured strides.
I couldn't help the bossy feeling.

"Mummy...our son is back oo" My Dad called out to my mother.

"Good day Dad" I greeted him.

"Mark, you are a useless boy!" He reiterated.
"When was the last time you called your mother?"

I knew I was in for a long bashing.

My mother and sisters rushed from the backyard and gave me a warm hug.
Mother took her time to examine me.
I felt like a specimen under a microscope.
"Mark my son, you have grown so lean.." Mum noted.

"Why won't he be lean? When he's sleeping with all the girls in his area!" My dad slammed.

"Ah..my son isn't like that oo" Mother defended.

"So, if he's not like that, how is he like?" Dad held his waist.

I left them to continue with their endless banter, I got some boys in the neighbourhood to offload the groceries from the delivery truck.

"Mark, where did you steal all this from?"
That was my father again.

"I bought them sir for you and mummy.." I replied.

"So, I am now sir right? I am no more Daddy again right?"

What was really wrong with my Dad?

"Mark, do you want to open a supermarket?" My Mum asked with mouth open in awe.

I just chuckled like a boss..I was really enjoying the moment.

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And as a birthday present to my fans, updates will drop everyday....
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11:15am...

I woke up to see myself on the floor completely nude with a banging head.
My phallus laid limply on one side, I turned round but couldn't find the two ladies.
It took me all my strength to get up. After a few steps, I fell flat to the ground.
Cameroon hotties almost killed me.
I knew i needed food.
My prayers got answered as Luke knocked and opened my lodge.
He was surprised to find me nude.

"I need food.." I could barely hear my own voice.

He nodded with a smug smile across his face and went out.
I made an attempt to get up and I failed woefully.
That's when I knew my imminent death was lurking.
Luke returned with three cans of energy drink and a pack containing a plate of rice.
He noticed the deep mess of body fluids on the bed.

"Frost, we are checking in to a hotel this evening..I've booked our flights, we leave at dusk tomorrow" Luke said and dropped the pack before me.
I opened the can of the drink and emptied it down my throat.
My energy was revitalised.
I entered the bathroom while a cleaner stepped in to change the sheets.
Twenty eight minutes later, we checked into a bigger hotel.

We sat in the hotel bar cracking jokes and relishing our various experience with the ladies.

"The money for this job is four million, and it will be shared equally.
Frost, you'll take eight hundred thousand...Roy will take same..while I'll take eight-fifty. The rest goes into the purse of the ring" Luke explained.

We nodded, I decided to use this medium to get answers to my unanswered questions.

"Luke, what did we transport?" I asked.

"Human organs.." He replied.

I nodded, "Willie has been talking about the ring...what's this ring. Is it a secret cult?" I asked.

"You're not my apprentice, I'm not in position to answer your questions" Luke replied.

"Damn!" I banged the table hard with my fist almost spilling the drinks.

Luke and Roy stared at me in alarm.

"I've been kept in the dark for too long. I risked my life in that ship. I almost died in that ship...why do I have to wait for Willie to trust me before he tells me. If you refuse to tell me...i'm out!" I half screamed.

Luke examined me critically, "I understand what you're feeling. Believe me, the time for you to know the truth is upon us and you'll know it before your initiation". Luke rapped.

" what initiation?" I asked, feeling apprehensive.

"Frost, let's return to Nigeria first. I'll retire to my room to rest, I'll book our flights before it's evening".
Luke got up and staggered limply. It seemed he was a bit drunk.
Roy and I still stayed, drinking from our bottle of scotch.

•••••
I woke up on a Sunday morning with a banging headache.
I raised my head and checked the wall clock, it read some minutes past nine.

I muttered some words of prayers.
My device beeped and I checked the text.
My zenith bank account has been credited with eight hundred and ninety thousand.
My face lit up in smiles.
At least, the money provided succour, judging from what I passed through on the voyage to Cameroon.
I strolled towards the window and examined the streets.
Like a typical Sunday, the road was busy with people rushing here and there.
I felt a strong urge in my spirit to attend service.
I rushed into the bathroom and had a brief shower.
I just had a spare shirt and I quickly slipped into it.
I wore a sandals, l stepped out of the hotel room.
Luke and Roy's room were opposite mine.
I moved towards Luke's room and knocked.
After some seconds, a lady dressed in skimpy clothes opened the door.
She had an angry and frustrated look on her face. Maybe I interrupted her moment of passion.

" hi" She greeted with a straight face.

"Hi.." I reiterated.

"Baby, who is that? If it's room service, tell them to wait" Luke screamed from inside.

"Sorry for the interruption. I need to talk to the man inside" I pointed.

She examined me for a while and pushed the door open. I stepped in.

Luke was laying on the bed with his huge phallus dangling and pointing upwards.
When he saw me, he made an attempt to cover his dick and muttered some curses under his breath.

"I was in the middle of something" He grunted.

"Morning Luke..Sorry for the interruption. I saw the alert and it was more than what you proposed to share".

" Willie called at dawn. He asked me to send that amount for you...going somewhere?" He asked.

"Yea...to church!" I shrugged.

I could tell he tried to stifle his laughter, "You want to meet a priest to confess?"

"I'll be back before noon...continue your session" I left the room.

I met Roy with two ladies in the hotel bar.
Do these people never get tired??

Twenty-four minutes, I arrived a church with the name 'Rod Of Moses Ministry'.
I moved into the church and joined the session.
I felt refreshed as I listened to the choir ministration.
I danced with passion, I had every reason to thank God for his protection during the voyage.
After everything, a young man on robe mounted the pulpit and ministered.
Truth is, I wasn't interested in the exhortation because his accent was to deep. I found it hard to connect with some words.
I had nursed thoughts to leave when I heard my name.

"Whorris Mark Frost...kam aout hair to tde altar" The pastor called.

I literally froze on my seat.

"Mark Frost...the holy spirit has ministered. Kam aout".

I summon the courage and moved towards the altar while the congregation clapped.

The pastor decided to run a trust check on me.

"Brother Mark" He called.

I nodded in acknowledgement.

"Have we met?"

I nodded in negative.

"Usher, give him the Michael --okon" The pastor ordered.

A female usher rushed towards us and pointed the microphone to me.

"You kam from Akwibom in Negeria"

"Yes pastor..." I was tempted to correct his pronunciation of Akwaibom and Nigeria.

"I see you in a crew of men. I see you baffing in blad. Blad is being shredded.
If you value ya life and your family, leave that group".

I stared deeply at the pastor.

"Whorris William?" He asked.

"That should be Willie" I thought.

"He is a friend.." I replied.

"Separate from the group. To ya seat" The pastor ordered and the congregation clapped for the prophetic ministration.
Truth is, I wasn't a fan of prophecies. But what the pastor said echoed deeply in my subconscious.
Since I met Willie, my life has been punctuated by one trouble or the other.
I got troubled deep down and I had to leave.

The pastor words kept screaming in my head, "Separate...separate..."
I turned my head furiously to block the thoughts.

tbc...

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Kentuforchrist:
The frost guy had some hidden potential....
Thanks Noble keep it coming

Thanks Bro for being a backbone!!!

Adeola25:
This Frost guy is sick, so French moan is different from others, and it end in severe pains. He should wake up and continue from where he stopped. Thanks for the update sir....

Always looking forward to your comment...
Keep the analysis flowing..

•••
Limbe Town was generally busy, filled with market women and men, school children scurrying here and there. The situation was almost synonymous to Lagos City.

Luke exchanged his sim port, it seems he already had a registered Cameron sim card.
He made a few calls and asked us to wait for a taxi.
We moved into an empty caravan filled with abandoned wares and waited.
I took my time to observe the small refrigerator. There was no way it could contain a full human cadaver as Willie claimed.
There was something fishy about the refrigerator.
Roy connected his headset to his phone and was blasting music, I decided to engage Luke in a conversation.

"Cameron isn't bad" I shrugged.

Luke nodded, "It's almost Nigeria-like".

" I have never seen a refrigerator this portable" I pointed out.

"It's solar...it's not up to fifteen in Nigeria and it cost half a million" Luke explained.

"What's inside?" I asked hoping to get a truthful reply.

"Organs for the black market..." He whispered to me.

I took some seconds to comprehend his reply, "black..."

"Shh..." He hushed me, we'll discuss about it when we leave this place.

Willie fabricated a cock and bull story about some cadaver shits. I got hurt owing to the fact that Willie lied to me.

Some minutes later, a pencil camry parked before us.
Luke signalled for us to move in.

We settled into the car and the driver took off.
The driver played some French music though I didn't understand the lyrics, I enjoyed the beats generally. I made a mental vow to learn French after this.

After crossing an intersection, we met a check point manned by men of the Cameroon quick response brigade(CQRA).

They converse with the driver in French and hailed us, Luke tipped each of them.
But one of them requested to search the car.
It seems the driver tried to discourage him but he wouldn't bulge.
He politely asked us to step down from the car.
Luke kept on trying to buy time to delay the inevitable using delay tactics but the man wouldn't bulge.
We all step down from the car and the man ordered his men to search the car.

"Wharis zis?" The officer pointed to the refrigerator in the boot.

Luke stepped forward, "it's a solar freezer".

" Wharris inet?"

"Nothing of importance" Luke shrugged, he tried to maintain a calm composure but I could tell deep down that he was scared.

The Officer tried to open it but couldn't. He glared at Luke, "Kam here, open it".

" The truth is, some laboratory items are in it. If I open it and air enters the ice might start melting...it's nothing illegal" Luke tried to explain.

"Hear me clar, I said open it!" The officer half screamed.

It seems the world revolved slowly, as Luke fondled nervously with the pass code panel.

"Officer..." I stepped in, "We have an emergency situation on our hand right now and if the person dies, I'll be sure to direct the family to the officers that delayed us on the road. We are foreigners and we didn't come in illegally. We showed you our pass ticket...we are doctors and we have an emergency surgery to carry out".

The officer studied me for a while and nodded.
He nodded and closed the boot.

" sorry for delays". He signalled his partners to clear the way.

We moved into the car and the driver ignited the engine.

"Mark Frost, you are a genius...you got hidden potentials...the pirate saw the vision and called you killer Frost" Luke hailed me.

I just nodded and wondered if truly I was a killer.

•••
The journey lasted for six hours, luckily we never encountered any checkpoint as we dreaded the thought of it.
Roy was quiet and brooding during the journey.

The driver parked the car in front of a fenced Terrace house and hooted.
The gate was opened and we drove inside the compound.
Dusk was approaching.

A bald man emerged from one of the apartment limping with a staff for support.

"Good evening...your presence here is an answered prayer" The bald man smiled revealing his tobacco stained teeth.

"We've got the organs....complete in good condition" Luke wheeled the refrigerator to his direction. "221699 is the password".

The man smiled, " you guys have never disappointed".
He moved into his apartment and returned shortly with a travelling bag.

"Four million as agreed.." He threw the bag and Roy caught it. "Our clients would be booked for the surgery now that the organs are available".

Luke nodded and we entered into the car.
It seems the bag of money lifted Roy's spirit.

"Driver, know a good hotel?" Roy asked.

"I know..." The driver replied.

"The one filled with hotties...take us there. Tonight will be a blast!" Luke hollered.
The driver stopped at a club with a French inscription brightened by a gold chandelier.
Before reaching the club, the bag of money was locked in a safe house ran by a drug mogul. We couldn't risk carrying a bag containing four million around in a strange city.

The club was lit and in high spirits.
We secured a table and soon we were sipping our way through a bottle of wine and peppered suya.
I could swear that was the best suya I've ever tasted.

Three hot ladies were beckoned by Roy to our table.
One of them sat on Roy's laps and performed a lap dance.

"Oh mehn...dope shit!" Roy screamed, he was definitely wasted.

Another group of ladies came to our table on Roy's order making it six. A pair for each.

Oh Lawd Gawd, all my adult life I've always dreamt of a party.

The ladies were professionals as they made me cum in my trousers. The way they danced seductively maintaining body contact and eye contact was definitely out of this world.

One of them ministered a Mouth Action to Roy and dude's mouth was practically opened in pure bliss and sweet agony.
My libido level spiked up and I couldn't wait to get off pants and savor the pleasure of riding with French thick ladies.

I was practically dragged out of the club house to a guest room.
In the space of seconds, the two ladies were all over me.
The way they handled me almost made me curse my ancestors.
One of them sucked my nipples while the other sucked my phallus.
I shivered in pure ecstasy.

As an Akwaibom man, I decided to take charge.
It took me all my willpower to stop them.
I made one of them lay on the bed while I sucked her nipples skillfully.
My hands roamed her body expertly and brushed roughly against her sensitive region.
As a biologist, I perfectly understood the zones of the female body that was sensitive to touch.
I brought in my level of expertise in a space of minutes, the room was filled with French moans.
The two ladies almost brought down the roof with screams and groans.
I strapped up and slid dramatically into one of them, hitting the spongy vessel with a projectile force.
I didn't rush like a pig, I drilled her with pure grace and precision.
In the space of slow thrust, I implemented a rock fast kinetics.
I was fast approaching my climax but I delayed it using a mental trick.
All in all, I lasted fifteen minutes each on the two ladies.
This time around, the ladies took control.
I just laid on the bed as they took turn to ride me.
My hands never left their nipples.
I released up to seven times but the ladies were not done with me yet.
The pleasure soon turned to tears as I silently begged the ladies to stop.
The ladies too were in deep tears, crying and moaning in deep pleasure.
I cried in deep pains as the room
was practically spinning.
After an hour and thirty six minutes, I passed out.

tbc...

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•••
The ship docked at the port of Limbe in central Cameron and anchored.
We the survivors breathed a sigh of relief.
The journey was wrought with dangers of hell and nightmares.
The ship smelt death and desolation, we begun our journey happily but ended with sadness and corpses.
Corpses battered by bullets of sea pirates; monsters in human guise.
God knows his people.

I, Roy and Luke we're cleared at the ports.
We proceeded to a small canteen to eat. We couldn't eat in the ship, not with the stench of death in it.

"Roy, where did you learn to fight like that?" I asked.

Roy nodded, "Back in Spain, street creed..learn to fight..survive. Cower and perish".

I think I was beginning to understand him.

" Seems someone was motivated...i saw the way you killed that pirate..you fought a panda like a pro" Luke said.

"What panda?" I asked.

"I saw the marking on most of them, panda is a secret mystic force in hidden Asia. Most of them were pandas" Luke explained.

"Do they have powers?" I asked.

"Yea, most of them have opened chakras, ancient socrate guidance" Luke explained.

"One of them, the one I fought...called my name".
"He called me, killer Frost".

"Is that supposed to mean something?" Luke asked.

"Something abnormal happened to me...you know, i've been in a couple of fights but not a mortal combat. At first, when that guy rushed at me...i felt fear but later, I felt a burst of confidence...a feeling that I could beat him. It seemed to me that I had some kind of military combat skills up my sleeves...i don't just understand!" I complained.

"That's your body trying to adapt to situations. Ever heard of adrenaline...it boosts the sy..."

"No" I cut Luke short, "This was more than adrenaline...you won't understand"

"I need food..talk trash later I am filled" Roy said and moved into the canteen.

We took our seats, Roy made to call the man serving but Luke halted him.

"I haven't made the exchange yet.."

Roy glared at Luke, "What the f√ck!"

"The man who cleared our containers is with the naira currency. I gave him two hundred and fifty thousand to convert to CFA" Luke explained.

"So, I wait for eternity till man show for food!" Roy lamented.

Traders moved into the canteen trying to market cd and second hand shoes.

A french man brought a roll of Belgium shoes to our table but Roy screamed.

"Get out this trash!" He slammed.

After what seemed like eternity, a naval officer brought in a solar powered mini refrigerator.
He moved directly to our seat.

"Hope the freezer wasn't tampered with?" Luke asked.

"It's passcode protected...no one will" The man replied.

"Made the exchange?"

The man retrieved a bundle of CFA currencies and dropped it on Luke's laps.

Luke tipped him off.

"Hungry Roy" Luke teased, "Feed your worms".

The man came forward and conversed in French.

"Sivo clàir monsíéur"

"I ain't speak French.." Luke replied.

"Ooh" The man switched to pidgin. "What shall I? Achu soup, kwacoco bile, sese plantain"

"Serve us Achu with wheat" Luke ordered.

The food he mentioned sounded like thrash to me.

Roy noticed my displeasure, "Mate...Achu nice to the tongue".

"Killer Frost, if you are not okay with our choice...make your orders" Luke said.

"Do you have editan soup?" I asked.

"No..." The man replied.

"Frost really, this isn't Akwaibom" Luke teased.

I was left with no choice, "serve me the Achu then"...

After thirty minutes, we exhausted the soup with cabbage. It wasn't that bad but it was a bit...no offence.

Luke rolled the mini refrigerator and we hit the dusty street looking for taxi.
Welcome to Limbe town in Central Cameron.

tbç..
I'm trying hard to prevent delays in update but my device is a big issue..
Ghost readers, keep on...
Blood in The Ring continues, this is just the begining...

••••

The whole cabin was thrown into disarray.
Luke just kept on staring in disbelief as the Jamaican fighter fell into a brief concussion and laid still.

"You have killed him" A man who examined the pulse and heartbeat of the dying man exclaimed.

I was in shock as I mentally examined the occurrence that just happened.
Luke beat a man to death because of me?
It was more like he fought for the integrity of his country.

The sympathetic screams attracted the naval officers on duty.
They came in, examined the man and handcuffed Luke.
It was more like a dream and I was going to jail.
Once again, I cursed Willie.

Luke was led out of the cabin to the officer's mess, with Roy tagging behind.
The thought of going to jail with Luke made my head spin.
Actually, l wasn't involved in the fight but it was connected to me.
And as bro code per say, it was also my cross to bear.

After what seemed like eternity, Luke and Roy returned with a grin on their face.
I jerked off my bed almost dashing my head on the top bunk.

"What happened? What's our fate?" I kept inquiring?

"Everything is fine, the old fool isn't dead...he just went into comatose because of the drugs" Luke explained.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mate," Roy held my shoulders. "Life tough! Survive, fight! Never let one push off your glory cuz fight is fight and survive".

For the very first time, I understood Roy.
I read meanings to his incomprehensible phrases and I got insight.

"Luke, thank you!" I told him.

He smiled, "I did it for Nigeria..."

In a matter of seconds, the cabin returned to it's light atmosphere as jokes were made about the fight.

After an hour of an eventful journey, gunshots were heard.
The entire ship was in deep frenzy and chaos.
The bullets flew sporadically and punctured parts of the ship.
It seems the mask man wielded an assault chambered rifle.

"Pirates..." The naval officers clamored.

A gun battle ensured between the officers and the invaders.
I had to block my ears as the gun shots was deafening. I laid down and for the second time in one day, I cursed Willie.
Maybe I was on a movie set because the sounds of bullets shattering pieces of the ship were like sounds in Hollywood gun battle.
After some minutes, there was silence and deep groaning.

"On air, hands up!"
I kept hearing commands.

A hefty man with a scarf crossed over his face entered our cabin. He held two block pistol.

"You...hands on air" He screamed and fired.
I almost froze to death as a bullet whizzed past my head. At that instance, I couldn't hold my bladder again, I released my urine freely.

"Out.." He screamed again.

Every passengers came out of hiding, with their hands on the air.
We were led to the officers mess.
I could count twelve men, armed to the teeth and some dead naval officers.

"Down.." A man who seemed to be the leader screamed.

Everyone struggled for a space to lie down. Two fat men laid on top of me.
Though their body stench was nauseating, but I thanked God for the coverage In case the pirates opened fire on everyone.

"Dollars in ship..i need, I go!" The leader voiced.

That was another Roy with incomprehensible talks.

"Information, dollars in container. Give me, i go!"

There was silence and heavy whimpers.

"Last Chance, dollars...i go..travel continue!"

There was a brief silence and a man was dragged by the pirate. A gun was pointed to his head.

"Dollars, I get..dollars refuse...bullet kaboom!"

The man kept pleading, "I'm just an innocent traveller...i don't know about.."

His plea was cut short by a powerful slap.

The leader gave a signal and the man was bundled up and taken to the deck. He was shot and thrown overboard.

These pirates really meant business.

Another lady was dragged up.

"Dollars no, I kill.."

There was an outcry from the passengers.

"Woman..wife..woman...breastfeed!"

"I am a mother of four, please I don't have dollars" She cried.

"Hear, woman..children four!"

The Pirate sent two bullets into the woman and her body was thrown overboard.
Another man was dragged out.
It then dawned on everyone that these animals were ready to kill every single passengers if their demands were not met.

"Dollars, I go...no, man die. Father, brother."

This ship was an African ship heading to Cameron, why were these Indians in need of dollars.
Yes, Indians...the pirates looked like one.

The victim case was unfortunate, he was tied and thrown into the high sea alive. His fearful screams could be heard even underneath the water.

I started praying for forgiveness of sins not also forgetting to curse Willie.
I started counting down to my side, it would take the death of twelve more people to get to me.
I somehow resigned to fate and prayed for the pirates to get me because one of the two men above me released hell of fart which destabilised my system.

The leader of the pirates dragged a lady out.

"Dollar...i kill"

The woman was sobbing. A naval officer got up with his hands raised above his head.

"Please don't kill my wife, believe me, I loaded the containers there's nothing like dollars in this ship!"

"Lie...information!" The leader barked.

The man moved forward with boldness that scared everyone.

"I said there is no dollars...I can't allow you to kill my wife" The man pleaded.

"Kill or dollars. Your wife, you widow. Your wife, children orphan!" The leader barked.

"You don't threaten a dead man family.." The man took a step forward.

The leader pointed the gun to him, but the officer swerved the hand and hopped on his nose, biting and dragging.
The other pirates in alarm fired multiple bullets into the man's body.
Alas, the man's will was strong. He never let go not until he fell down with the pirate's nose in his mouth.

Blood flew freely from the wounded nose cartilage. It seems the officer had vampire teeth. I wasn't sure if the leader would survive the onslaught on his nose.
The death of the officer made a psychological impact on the passengers that they could defend their lives.
As if on three counts, there was a roar in the ship..the wild passion for survival..the roar of anger for the dead comrades.
A big fight started, the passengers and the pirates.
Hell broke loose.
The definition of chaos came into play.

I got up and ran to a safe spot to hide.
It seems the pirates were dispossessed of their guns. It was an old fashioned fist battle. The true definition of hardcore.

I spotted a man in ponytail with a large stick displaying some ninja stunts.
Roy stole the spotlight as he comfortably handled four men, dodging their blows and maiming them expertly by swinging his sticks.
His acrobatic moves reminded me of the fictional character in D.B Weiss Games of Thrones; Oberyn Martell.

Luke at the extreme wrestled roughly with two pirates.

I froze in shock when I spotted a Pirate racing towards me in anger with a sharp dagger, curved at the end more like an execution dagger.

"Please I'm not among the fighters.." I was tempted to plead but I remembered Roy's admonishment.
'Fight..survive'.

At least back then in secondary school, I attended a couple of self defence classes.
I jogged softly, my eyes trained on the attacker.
I watched his hand movement, as he advanced closer my fear got the better part of me and I ran.
The pirates chased after me at close marking.
I stopped, turned and in nick of time, I grabbed his weapon hand.
I tried to twist it but he sent a heavy punch to my jaw.
My hand never left his wrist, he tried changing his weapon hands and I got the opening.
I rammed my head on his face twice in quick succession. The weapon dropped down.
The impact of the headbutt made me dizzy.
The pirate grabbed my neck with his two fingers, seems he targeted my throat but I quickly dug two punches to his stomach.
He staggered, I made a soft leap and buried my legs on his chest.
The impact wasn't powerful but he staggered backwards and dropped on one knee.
I miscalculated my landing and fell flat on my buttocks. I groaned in pains.
The pirate grabbed the knife and swung it at me but it missed narrowly.
I flipped backwards and stood erect, trusting my instincts and reflex.
The pirate swung again and I made a chest movement and grabbed his wrist, this time I twisted it and the knife dropped.
I caught it quick, the pirate retrieved a Barrett pistol from his hostler.
He made to cock it but I buried the knife into his stomach.
The pirate looked at me in pains, dropped the gun and went on his knees, blood oozing out of his mouth.

"Killer Frost..." He smiled and fell on his back.

The knife in my hand dropped in fear, shock and deep surprise.
The pirate knew my surname, he even added the title killer to it.
Willie had made me a murderer.

The pirates bodies were bundled and thrown overboard while the late passengers were taken to a small facility in the ship.
Over nineteen casualties were recorded.
Everyone wept.

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As he opened his mouth to speak, the stench of gin mixed with heroine made me feel nauseating.

"Brethren, inna chase you down away from my bunker.." The man said in a loud voice.

It seems he was dead high, and from deductions, arguing with a high piped man wasn't advisable as all sense of reasoning is lost in such euphoria.

"Is this your bunker, I didn't see you.."
I wasn't allowed to complete my sentence as I was tossed off like a piece of rag.

My cabin crew got calm, maybe to see my next line of action.

I got up, dusted myself and went to him.
"Why did you push me?"

"Inna watch you. You looking like a Babylonian. But Jah promised to chase all them Babylonians to hell...scum from here!" He ordered and laid back on bed.

I fumed in anger, not wanting to cause a scene I left his presence.
There was no empty bunker for me so I sat on the upturned crate of beer.

"Frost! back to position!" Roy called out.

"Really, Mate..you just let a madman drag you off your bed and you go sit on the floor!" Luke stared at me in disbelief.
Other passengers muttered in disbelief while some ginger my morale to fight.
After a minute, without any movement from me..they began to throw jabs at me.
Not until one said, "naija are truly cowards".
Luke took the statement personal.

"You said we are?" Luke asked.

"Cowards...you don't try that shit to a Zulu. When Xenophobia started in my country, Nigerians played the victim card. We wanted a war but they couldn't fight back. The world has evolved pass the era of peace making and dialogue. To survive, you need to fight back!" The man narrated.
The demoniac speech spurred Luke to prove true patriotism and to protect his country's worth in the eyes of foreigners.
Luke got up and moved closer to the man, "I hope you remember this day...i hope you tell it to your children that we ain't cowards".

" Hey you!! Gerrof that bed or I'll mess you up!" Luke approached the man on my bunker with clenched fist.

"Whatta guan?" The man sat upright..

"I will throw you overboard..I swear on my mother's life" Luke snarled.

"As if your mum wasn't a p√ssy!" The man riposte.

BANG!!!
Luke's fist connected with the man's upper jaw.
The man rubbed his jaw and smiled coldly.
Before he could make a move, Luke sent an uppercut to his chin and drew blood..
The man in the speed of light, threw himself on Luke and they both fell to the ground.
He sat on top of Luke, pinned down his hands and began punching him.
His punch sounded more like a hammer and in a split seconds Luke's face was all bloodied up.
Luke made a sharp flip and tossed him aside.
The man got up quickly and buried his knee into Luke's groin.
The effects sent Luke's head crashing against the metal bunk.
He rushed at Luke, grabbed him by the collar spitting into his face, without warning Luke buried his heels into his groin, elbowed directly to his adams apple and smashed him to the ground. The impact was terrific and the man gave up the ghost.

tbc....

Episode 12
Bon Voyàgë déux..

Frost??

The Ship had six cabins which housed nine bunkers. The cabins were spaciously fitted with an ensuite toilet and bathroom, a double bed, a desk and a porthole.
We were nine in our cabin(Roy and Luke inclusive).

Passengers were allowed to access the deck but I laid on my bunk. Six minutes into the journey, I began to have a sickening feeling of nausea. I held my stomach in trepidation.
The passengers in my cabin kept on sharing their escapades while I laboured in pain.
Already, the sight of the high sea already made me sick in the head.

Ten minutes later, I couldn't hold back the vomit as I poured it out on the ground almost spilling some on Luke.
I had to rush to the toilet.
I could hear the men screaming and cursing me for messing up the cabin, I spent some time in the toilet before I came out with a mop can.

"Sorry, sea disease is what you are. First time you travel, sick you be. Second time, you are adapted" Roy said.

I didn't even pay attention to his incomprehensible talk. I kept mopping and praying that I shouldn't throw up again.
After cleaning up the mess, I returned the mop to the toilet and lay down on my bunker.
A crate of chilled beer was brought to the cabin by a naval official.
As usual, Roy offered me a bottle but I rejected. I couldn't add alcohol to my already messed up system.
The discussions in my cabin was spontaneous as it ranged from anecdotes of sailors tale to sex then politics and finally women.
All manner of card games were played but I couldn't venture into any of it because of my imminent health.

"I'm hungry..." Luke complained.

"Where good food..." Roy said and tapped me, "officer mess"

I couldn't understand him and I faced Luke for clarity, "let's go to the officer's mess".

I simply nodded and joined them. We passed other cabins and we approached a larger one which looked like a restaurant. I avoided looking at the translucent window coverage which revealed a large space of the blue sea.
We took our seats with other passengers and a lady trotted towards us. I was surprised to see a lady in the ship, actually there was more of them.
We showed our cruise ticket before we were given a menu to make our choices.
I settled for peppersoup and plantain while Luke and Roy ate what looked like a scorpion. I later learnt it was catfish.
Even in the officer's mess, the unending anecdotes still flourished. A Ghanaian man kept on telling us how he had the chance to rule Africa as a continent but refused to because he loved Europeans.
" I rather prefer to be a houseboy to a European than rule Africa".

The tales were interesting while some were downright senseless.

"I supported Paul Libya when he wanted to campaign. I sold all my father's properties in Duola and gave it to him. I went to China and collected power from their goddess. I called Barack Obama to bring twenty million dollars from world bank and I gave it to Paul. I even stopped sending my children to school so that I could sponsor his campaign. I divorce my wife, disown my family so that I could concentrate on his campaign. But when he won, he forgot me. Not even a phone call to appreciate my benevolence. When I wanted to send my first son to learn a trade, it was a hair dressing work and it cost two thousand CFA. I didn't have the money, so I called Paul, he refused to pick my call. I was so broke and poor, no one to help. I decided to run to Cotonou. I left my children in Duola and went. I started selling cars and I got someone's three daughters pregnant. I ran away to Bayelsa but Nigeria didn't do well for me. Now I'm going back to Cameron" A man narrated.

It seems our ship was packed with mentally derailed individuals.

"I was the first fisherman to capture a mermaid life in Atlantic ocean" Another got up to narrate.

"Please, I want to ask a question..." Another man got up. His accent sounded deep like the south Africans. "My son has been failing his exams right from when he got to secondary school. His mates are in the university but he said he wants to be a bomber...please what is bomber?"

"Why don't you ask him...is he not your son?" A man threw shades at him.

"My son doesn't know...that's why I asked".

"Your son is a big antelope. He doesn't know what he wants to be".

"Kenyan are always senseless and ugly...you are the antelope in fact you are a bufallo. How dare you call my son an antelope?"

The argument kept on brewing and we left the officer's cabin.
We returned to our cabin and met the entire passengers singing with a Jamaican crooner who played country side reggae.

I hopped on my bunker and slept off.
Few minutes later, a hand tapped me roughly.
I opened my eyes furiously to see a short staunch man on dreadlocks looking down on me with blood shot eyes.
The staring contest lasted for a while until I broke the silence.

"Any problem?"