desertboom:

Mr. Zubby, there is something you must learn which is the art of forgiveness. I guess and believe that things has changed.

When people know you don't forgive, they're less likely to mess around with you.

@ OGA ZUBBY, chai u are wicked oooooo, infact what u did to that aboki was bad, i really pitied the guy but my oga ride ooooooooooooon

I feel for Issa and his many troubles but thats far aboki mentality can play.

Issa should've leak the new secret to Zubby instead of playing dumb,who knows he might be envying oga Zubby's life style etc.

As always thumbs up zubby . . . . Poor issa, life goes on.

Can u give me irene num? Uve decribed her like my kind of vixen

Mr Zubby, u have always been an inteligent , wise and a lucky man too. Buh bros, this ur keeping enemies here and there may not be the right thing to do.
Yea, the Aboki misbehaved, u should have called him and talk sense into him becos he had also worked for u at a time too.

Think of meeting this Aboki in 10yrs time somewhere around Borno state or meeting Tony and that Ghana prostitute in 5yrs time in some other parts of the world.

Thank God they are all in the past anyway

Ehya isa. Tnx 4 d updates

have learnt alot from diz ya true story master zubby......ranging from d way u handle cases and stay dumb as if u dont knw what to say or do very unlike mi whu luv it hot hot when am face wif such actions

i pity issa so much but u can always try to assist d poor fellow remeber*he who saves a starwalt designs his to-be blunt destiny*

fire on sir and let d lagos census count plnty pussiiii

wicked man is all i can say!!!, issa pele

Oga ZUBBY77!!! I am lost for words! You too much my brother!!! Ozoigbondu 1 of the WORLD!!![/color][b][/b][color=#000000]

Zuba too gbaski !

Zuby too gbaski

slept with Daisy friend all in the name of girls /sex census!

Issa! the poor gateman who was barely doing what his madam asked him to? shey you carry the compound live happily ever after!

apart from the fact you write well and ease a little stress each time I visit Nl. I no like Wetin you been dey do ladies.


character not worth emulating! !!

preetyjoy: slept with Daisy friend all in the name of girls /sex census!

Issa! the poor gateman who was barely doing what his madam asked him to? shey you carry the compound live happily ever after!

apart from the fact you write well and ease a little stress each time I visit Nl. I no like Wetin you been dey do ladies.


character not worth emulating! !!

lol, well its entertainment, not a lifestyle seminar

What I appreciate most about this thread is that someone is telling the TRUTH about his life. Not what you want to hear, or what you feel like hearing or hiding behind circumstances to veil the truth.though it is written with the benefit of hindsight, I do not know many people who can come out and talk about their past openly and ask people to criticize them most especially babes(because the atrocities would be 3much to contain )

preetyjoy: slept with Daisy friend all in the name of girls /sex census!

Issa! the poor gateman who was barely doing what his madam asked him to? shey you carry the compound live happily ever after!

apart from the fact you write well and ease a little stress each time I visit Nl. I no like Wetin you been dey do ladies.


character not worth emulating! !!

Daisy was Amaka's friend.
Na the ladies open leg he didnt force them.
They all knew they where friends

preetyjoy: slept with Daisy friend all in the name of girls /sex census!

apart from the fact you write well and ease a little stress each time I visit Nl. I no like Wetin you been dey do ladies.


character not worth emulating! !!

There is a great difference between mutually/willingly/happily agreeing to do something and forcefully doing it.he didn't force the girls to do what they did they all consented to do d deed.

Me just carry seat come seat-down cool...

#invisible mode#.. Reading and chilling

Oga zubby me I must confess am learnin a lot 4rm ur story.......but to b sincere u havv a black hrt I jes hope dat is past nw sha....keep d good work baba I hail oh.......

[quote author=preetyjoy]slept with Daisy friend all in the name of girls /sex census!

Issa! the poor gateman who was barely doing what his madam asked him to? shey you carry the compound live happily ever after!

apart from the fact you write well and ease a little stress each time I visit Nl. I no like Wetin you been dey do ladies.

character not worth emulating! !!

Babe na tru u talk joor

Thanks for the criticism.

However, its time to move on. 2013 is still very far.

Chapter 90

I replied Efuah's mail. I told her that I had traveled to Ghana and didn't check my email.

I checked on the other mails, non was important except Agnes from Berlin, asking where I was and why nobody had seen me in Berlin for long. I didn't reply her, she needed to wait longer before seeing me.

I called Jennifer while sitting near the terrorist. She asked why I was still in Nigeria. She also said that whoever she lived with had found work at a hotel where he made the beds and cleaned the floor. They planned to move into one room apartment in the coming week.
She said that Akunne and Joe had stopped giving her money. Things had became difficult in Berlin to the extent that the Germans didn't see foods to eat, according to her.
She sounded more matured.
I asked her to send my bag and belongings to Akunne. She didn't have money to do that.
Her monthly farkarte ( Tickets) had expired and she didn't have money to buy a new one. I told her that I would call Akunne to pick up the bag and promised to give her €200. She was happy but she sounded defeated.

My absence had created a big vacuum in her life and she had been vulnerable to every kind of temptations since I left Berlin. It wasn't entirely her fault because I believed that She could not have done some things if I had not traveled to Nigeria. She depended so much on me that She even forgot what it was like to work.
There was no need blaming myself. The only thing I could do was to help.

I called Akunne and told him that I needed my bags from the old house to be removed. The ever dedicated man promised to pick it up the next day. I also told him to give Jennifer €500 instead of the €200 I had promised her.

''How are you my wife'' I turned to Amaka and said.
She had been sitting there all along listening to my calls.

''Who is Jennifer, the person you just asked someone to give money'' she fired at me...

''She was my girl friend in Germany. She is in stress now and needed my help'' I said slowly knowing that Mr James may be paying attention to hear what I was saying to Amaka.

She wanted to chat more with me but since I had finished what I came to do, I got up, dropped N200 in front of her and left.

I walked back home still pondering over what happened with Issa. I blamed myself for not even acting fast. I believed I could have helped him if I had gone after him and Atleast gave him a month's Salary which was not more than N10,000. I could have even gotten him on phone if I had not taken the phone back. I was becoming a devil and it worried me... As a result, I decided to go to the Chapel and pray.

It was a few minutes to 8pm, when I arrived at the Church. There were several peole also praying.
I knelt down beside a girl and closed my eyes. She was playing audibly and wouldn't allow me to concentrate. I managed to pick a prayer point anyway.

''Dear God'' I said after making the sign of the cross.

''The things happening in my life now is becoming source of concern for me. I have just caused a man to be sacked from his work. I feel bad about it and I hope you help him to get another job soon.
God, I have also forgotten your ways. These days, I do things on my own without seeking your face first. Please God understand that I am not a bad person. They told us that you know everything before it happened. They told us that you even knew us before we were born. How could you allow me to do all the things I have done..... Maybe you are teaching me something but it is obvious that I cannot understand whatever it is you are teaching me... Open my eyes of the spirit and make me see your true light....''

The speaking in tongue of the girl near me interrupted me... I returned from the prayer mood back to the Beast that I had turned to. I had prayed enough. If God was enjoying my prayers, he or she would not have allowed the lady beside me to interrupt me.

I got up and went outside the Church. My phone was switched off, therefore I switched it on again. There was a text message. I opened it and saw that it was from Stella.

It read:
My Darling, I am sorry for what my mother did to you. I was ashamed to call you since it happened. She is like that, always beating me and my siblings yet my father does nothing. If you have time tomorrow, please tell me where we can meet outside our area. I really want to apologize to you. I miss you''.

I smiled and wrote a reply.
''Don't worry beautiful Stella, your mother will pay for her insult soon enough. I will teach her how to pour water effectively''

I thought twice and figured that it could blow my cover.
Stella could alert her mother that I was planning something and the text message could implicate me. On the other hand, her mother could venture into stella's phone and discover the message. It could be enough evidence to send me to Police if anything eventually happened whether it was me who did it or not. I was nearly caught in my own game.

I deleted the message and wrote a new one:
''Dear Stella, no matter what your mother did to you, she still loves you. I have forgiven what she did to me. I wanted to see if we can discover fully, the love we have for each other but it seems like I am not welcomed in your family. If you want to see me, you come to my apartment. If we must be together in the future, we must be ready to suffer the consequences that comes with it''

I posted the text message and smiled. I was a master at playing the mind games and since there was a possibility that Stella's mother could see the message, I had decided to go for the punch.

I got home and the gates were locked. I called my cousin to come down and open the gate for me.

An emergency meeting was going on in the compound when I walked in. I pretended that I was not invited and walked past them.

''Azubuike please come back. I have asked of you but they said you have not returned'' The Landlord had said.

I turned around and walked to a plastic chair and sat down.

''We are talking about the time to close the gate. The Gate man was sacked this evening. I came back here and saw the Gate wide open and he was not here. When I asked him, he said you sent him to buy meat for you but that was not an excuse to leave the gates open'' he said.

I decided to keep quiet. I didn't want to sell myself out as the cause of the whole things.

''We have concluded that we will be locking the Gate by 8pm. Anyone who returned after 8pm, must call somebody in the house to open the Gate for him'' He said.

''Excuse me sir, who has been paying the security wages to the gateman'' I asked.

Ekene, one of the tenants who lived downstairs said that the whole flats usually contributed money every two months to settle the Gateman.

''So why was he sacked without consulting anybody'' I asked.

My cousin had become jumpy. I was sitting near him. He knew the kind of person I was and he felt I was going to stir the waters.

Nobody said anything including the landlord.

''I believe that an emergency meeting such as this important one should have been called before sacking our gateman. I was the person who sent him on an errand and he was sacked because of it. he had been doing a good job here watching the Gate. We should have voted whether to sack him or not. Maybe he made a mistake but he was a good man'' I finished.
Tony, another tenant supported me. Shortly another guy whom I didn't know supported the idea.

''We still need a security man here and we need him fast. There are things that a security man can do for us here. We don't expect the landlord or the landlady to come down from the car and open the Gate every morning and evening. As for me, I can easily do that but it would be better if we find a security man fast. We all go out of the house everyday and it is the security man that can take care of the house in our absence'' I said and remained quiet.
Some of the tenants didn't even knew who I was. They were surprised over how I was too vocal without fearing the Landlord.
Some of them were among the group of business men who would wake up by 5am and leave for market only to return around 8pm.

Ekene suggested that we brought Issa back. Tony supported him. The Landlord as usual kept quiet. We all knew that he was being manipulated by his wife just like Stella had told me but it was the tenants who paid for Issa's wages.

At the end of the meeting, it was agreed that Issa would return or that we find a new security man before the end of tomorrow.

The person who had hired Issa initially promised to go back to where he had found him and bring him back.

it was a nice meeting. Nigerians had started to Atleast express their feelings over issues that concerned them.

It was left for the Landlord to call his wife to order.

After the meeting I went up with my cousin.
He was scared of how I talked to the Landlord.
''I believe the only thing that worry you is that the Landlord could tell us to pack out of his house. don't worry, he cannot do that and even if he does, he will balance us a lot of money. I will add more money and pay for a new place'' I said.
He seemed to be soothed by my assurances but he still reminded me how powerful the landlady was.

''every man builds his world in his own image. He has the power to chose but no power to escape the necessity of choice''

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zubby u are gifted and this is all i can say for now.

Uhh, so u still av a gud heart? me sef dey helep u pray make God kill dat devlish monster inside of u... Nyc 1 zubby

Chapter 91

The next morning, my brother called from Onitsha. he had done some background investigations on Daisy and her family. Unfortunately they belonged to the Outcast clan ( Osu).

The news shook me to my bone. I couldn't believe it initially but the news gradually sank down into my thick skull.
According to him, Daisy and her parents had not even returned to the village for years. The negative stigma of that unfortunate culture had taken them far away from Igboland and they were not ready to step their toes on their land again.

Outcast ( Osu):
I had heard about Osu right from when I was a kid. It had caused a lot of troubles in my own town. The problem with it was that if you marry from an Osu family, the entire town would regard you as one. You would be excommunicated and treated differently from the rest. If you host a ceremony such as burial or marriage, the rest of the town would not attend. Your parents would be removed from the village groups and meetings. If you kill a cow, nobody would come to get a share of meat. During the Ani Festivals such as Ikeji, Ifejioku, Ani Obodo and the rest, you would not participate with the rest of the community. It was the worst culture that I had seen in Igboland.
Rumour had it that the Osu people were those who had been dedicated to Oracles and those who had been captured as war hostages.
The problems caused by the Osu stigma were endless in Igboland.
Numerous prominent men had tried to stop it in Igboland but unfortunately, people still practiced it.

Back in Germany, I had boasted that I would not care if I married Osu or not but as soon as the news of Daisy and her people being from Osu group was announced to me, I became helpless.

I knew that I could disregard the the problems and marry Daisy but if my parents, my extended family and most of my friends refused to attend my marriage because of it, I had no name for how I could feel.

After the news from my brother, I laid back on the bed and closed my eyes. My mind wondered to what I would tell Daisy. The poor little angel had high hopes on me, she had believed that I was hers already. She may not have even knew about the Osu thing.
After an hour of thinking, I landed nowhere. I came up empty, something I rarely did.

I got up and opened my fridge, my whiskey were running down but I still had a bottle of JW and Elliot.
I opened the JW and drank from the bottle. It felt good.
The entire apartment had became small for me, I wanted to go out.

I went to the bathroom and took my bath
as I staggered down the stairs and out of the building, I saw Issa unpacking his goods inside his small security room. I turned and walked back upstairs. The phone I had collected from him sat on top of the fridge. I picked it up and switched it on. Madam's number was still there. I deleted it and walked back downstairs.

''here is your phone'' I said as I stretched my hand towards Issa.

''Do you know why the landlord sacked you''. I asked. He said nothing.

''Next time, if madam ask you to tell her anything about me, don't do it'' I said as he took the phone from me.

'' I've never been able to relate to many people. I've always been the outcast child. I don't follow the rules. That's kind of how I do everything. Through my life stories, I've found a place on nairaland where I'm accepted, so I'm happy"

..... And so shall you be, my Daisy, with or without me.

Weldon Mr. Zubby, am enjoying every bit of this story........ I don't know when this discrimination against the osu clan will stop in Igboland. For me I don't think it can stop me from marrying a girl if I truly love her.

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Mr Zubby,Nairaland loves you...
..And the followers of this thread love you more,no matter the criticism ....
Go on soun,nothing do you my friend....

In life u learn from people's experiences by picking the right deed while leaving the wrong one. Zubby hatched a plan he thought would go his way but the reaction from the other end proves otherwise.