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Refreshing this page with no new update is very painful, anyways I hope the writer is OK.

[Thanks bro for d update, I'm already anticipating the next update. quote author=TheBlessedMAN post=96792105]CONTD OF T.D.A 21.


I threw the hook of curiousity into the ocean of the weird situation i found myself and begin to fish for explanations.

I remember those guys at the morgue telling me i'm dead to the world and that they are the only ones that knows i'm alive.

To some extent, that revelation sends some shrills of anxiety and fear down my already weary soul. If what those guys said is true, then it means my family and the remaining percentage of people that still cares for me are all going to think and believe i'm dead. People like my mom, my siblings, therapist Sarah, my child, (ah, poor boy. Just when i was starting to look forward to life after prison with him), and then there's Adejoke, the love of my life. Among all these people and apart from my mother and Adejoke, therapist Sarah is the one i feel will feel the heaviest pain of my proclaimed death. She has been the only fuse in the transformer of my life thats keeping me connected with the epileptic current of hope that my life will stable one day. Now, whoever is behind this whole thing has taken that fuse out of me and i have been thrown in total darkness of hopelessness. In other words, i'm doomed.

Wetin Donald Trump no go see for electoral college. In other unelectoral terms, nothing wey i never see inside this world.

On the other hand, my heart skipped a thousand beats when the thought of the 2billion naira i kept with Jide crossed my mind and what could become of it the moment Jide hears of my death. Only the two of us had the knowledge that i kept such a huge amount of money with him. I couldn't tell even my therapist due to the types of betrayal i have suffered in the past. I had plans for that money. I planned to get my life back with it the moment i get out of prison, but whoever is behind my present situation just snuffed out that light of hope.
'Ah, i don suffer in vain'. I lashed out in agony as i wrestle the urge to give in to the chokeslam of pain that just sprint across my soul.

I took my time again to cast a glance across the room, trying to find hints of how deep i am in this new predicament but all i could see only points to the fact that the owner of this building is Tinubu-ly rich. In other unjagabanic words, whoever owns this place must be very rich and the only people i know in my life to have this kind of money are Beatrice and Adedoyin. While the latter is long dead the former must be rotting away inside one prison in the northern part of Nasarawa.

I remembered that i'd once been in this type of situation.

It was when Doris (Joke's late mom) drugged me and hand me over to Beatrice so i wouldn't have a chance to tell anyone of our secret.

I sighed and renewed my everlasting contract with fate.

In that instance, i felt my bladder threatening to burst, so i ignore all the abstract pains coming from within and other parts of my body as i quickly got down from the bed. I staggered and fumbled around for some moments before i finally regained my footing on the decorated floor.

I head straight for the door and found it unlocked. Then I stepped outside into a small lobby before dashing towards a small door situated just few feets from me hoping that would be the place i can ease myself.

On the way, my face started itching me very bad but my hands were so weak i couldn't even lift a finger to scratch the itch away.

I entered the small room and found the urinary. I tried bringing my d*ck to the height of the urinary but my d+ck suddenly feels too heavy for my hand to carry so on second thought i moved closer to the closet and begin to tip down a heavy amount of water that was stored inside my dam during the time of my unconsciousness.

I pull off the strange underpants i found on my waist and turned on the shower with my back pressed against its switch. The water covered my body and i flinched at its first contact on my body. No mind me, its been long since i last stood under a shower.

I spent like thirty minutes inside the shower until i feel i can now make use of my hands. I dried myself with the little breeze coming from the window and put on my underpants. I stepped outside and returned to the lobby that leads to the room i was situated earlier but before i could make the turn, i started hearing some chatting voice coming from the extreme end of the lobby. At first, my mind was telling me to return to the room and ignore the voices but my curiousity got the better of me and i begin to walk towards the direction the voices were coming from.


"this Obaseki is funny o, so he expects a prisoner with a functioning brain to return to the prison after escaping from that sh*thole?......" that was the first coherent statement i heard the moment i got near to the entrance of a big spacious and lavishly furnished living room. I poked my head in from the entrance and the first face i saw made me feel like a knitting needle was jammed into my head.

NO! This can't be happening again!!!.


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