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Merry Sunday everyone

U got my back Oga D

--continuation--
The next day as planned, Sylvester set out of the office with Ngozi seated beside him on the passenger side of the car, the silence in the car was overpowered by the solemn music being played by Sylvester, its a story about a man who found love but lost his love as a result of his love for his job. The story perfectly suited Sylvester's story and as the artiste sang with so much sadness and sorrow in his voice, Sylvester couldn't help but sing along with him.
Behind his deep baritone voice, he has a soronous voice for singing. Ngozi loved his voice, because he loved it when a man displays his talent in music.
Ngozi was glad that the noice emanating from outside the car was overpowering the music being played in the car. The song was making her feel bad, because she knew for some reason best known to God, she would have been in the situation where the musician found himself if God hadn't spared him and made her come out of hiding, the day some suspected Khal corp members visited her. She would have lost her fiancee because she loved her job. Her job would have costed her her love, but all thanks to God, because he doesn't leave his people.
"Sly, reduce the volume of the song." She pleaded once they had left the main road and are slowly approaching the Ikoyi axis, which is always quiet and scanty with cars. Except for the cars parked in front of private firms, most of which were law firms, moving cars are hard to find. A car or two will pass every two minutes, at times, no car would ply the road in thirty to one hour.
Sylvester slowly turned down the volume of the stereo and and turned to face his partner, one eye on the road, the other on Ngozi.
"Do you think we are doing the right thing?" She asked.
"What do you mean?" He asked in return. Typical of Nigerians, the best way to answer a question is by throwing a question back at the questionaire and that makes it two questions to be anwered by two different people, even though most Nigerians only do that when conversing, no one has ever tried it in an examination.
"I mean, does it sound well, a woman whom we don't know, how are we to enter her house and ask questions of something we are not sure of." She explained.
"Well, I don't believe Jay is lying. I mean what does he stand to gain in telling lies?"
"Don't you think the paper is a means to get us? Don't you think its a ploy?" she asked. "And from your testimony, the woman pretended to be in distress to enable Jay take you hostage to speed up his escape from the police grasp. How sure are you that this isn't one of such ploys?"
"Well, lets give Jay this chance. He willingly told us himself and what ploy would have been in place for over two weeks? How sure are they that we'll visit the woman's apartment?" Sylvester said convincingly.
He brought the car to a halt in front of a duplex which stood in the middle of two houses under construction.
"I think this is where we are going." Sylvester said checking the address that Jay wrote for them this morning before they set out of office. He pointed out the things to note so as not to enter a wrong house, one of such things was the two uncompleted building. The other was a star-like symbol on the white iron gate.
After confirming Jay's description, the two officers alighted from the car and approached the gate.
Ngozi almost fainted the moment they reached the gate and a voice came out loud.
"Drop your weapons." A programmed voice said.
Ngozi dropped the only gun on her inside a cupboard attached to the wall, Sylvester in his smartness dropped his gun, but he still had one on him, nothing happened, but a red light was flashing on him, in particular, the point where his gun was. He reluctantly dropped the gun and immediately, the gate swung open. They walked into the compound which was empty with nothing to show that someone or a group of people lives in the house.
The proceeded towards the front door which opened the same way the gate opened, but this time, no one talked.
The moment they left the lobby and entered the living room, they came face to face with a large lcd screen which was hung on the wall, a beautiful lady was on the screen and a blue light from a camera was flashing at them.
No doubt, they would be conversing with the lady via video chat. Maybe she is not in the house presently, they'll have to ask her why they can't see her.
"Have your sit." She said.

--to be continued--

Nice one bro...

--continuation--
Clement parked his car in front of his father's house and went to knock on the gate. A minute later, one of his father's bodyguards opened the gate.
"Hey." Clement said, expecting the man to open the gate for him to enter. But to his utmost suprise, nothing of such was forthcoming. The man still stood with his huge frame shielding the inside compound from his view.
"Will you at least let me in? I want to see my dad." He said.
"Well, I have been instructed not to open this gate for you not to talk of letting you in. And as you can see, Chief is out of town. He travelled." The bodyguard replied.
"Stop being silly. I have to get in there this minute." Clement said angrily.
"Well, if I am being silly, that's what I am being paid for. I was instructed and its my duty to carry out the instruction without any fault. So would you please leave."
Clement walked back to his car and picked his phone. He tried his father's number but it wan't going through, he tried the business number, same story, his political number was out of range and he was left with one more option, his last number, the phone which was always with him, but unfortunately he didn't have the number. He angrily returned to the gate and demanded answers from the bodyguard.
"Now, I demand to know where my father travelled to." He said angrily, not minding the size of the man before him, not minding the look in his bloodshot eyes, not minding the strength he possibly could wield on his own.
"I advice you to move back an inch. If you stand any more moment here, you'll be suprised of what would happen." The body guard warned.
Clement dared him, but the bodyguard still accorded the respect he deserve, but still insisted that he must leave that minute. Clement out of anger burts forward and pushed the bodyguard out of his way into the compound, only to face about seven of them, both from downstairs and some on the balcony upstairs pointing their guns at him.
"Come on guys, its me. Drop your weapons. Its dangerous." He said smiling, but the looks on the faces of the men told him there was nothing to smile or be happy about.
"Now, I get this. I demand an explanation to know where my father is now." He said moving towards the main house.
"One more step there Clement, and you can kiss the earth goodbye." The chief security officer to his father said as he walked out from only God knows where.
"CSO, good morning. Talk to your boys, the way they are pointing the gun at me is very dangerous." He said, half persuasively, half pleading.
"And what if they don't?" The CSO asked closing in on him.
"It might go off." He replied.
"Good. If you know you don't want those weapons to go off while they are aimed at you. My best advice is that you leave and never return." The CSO said.
Clement saw the look on his face, he was serious and not joking this time. He knew he couldn't possibly outsmart them, and so, he reluctantly walked out of the compound.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Kelvin walked out of the bathroom, clad in his briefs and singlet with his towel hung around his neck. A fuming Sandra was seated on the bed.
"Kelvin, I demand an explanation. What do you have in the bag you brought in yesternight? No one knew when you left the house and you returned with a bag." She screamed.
"Hey! Let me be." He said.
"I won't let you be. There won't be peace in this house unless you tell me what's in the bag that you are hiding. If it is money you can tell me. What's the point if we hide things from each other?"
"Was that why you denied me s.ex yesterday?" He asked.
"Tell me what you have in the bag. You are in my house and I have the right to know the things you bring in here. My house has been targetted by the police a number of times."
Kelvin had never seen Sandra this angry or mad, she was a direct contrast to the women who have their money and are ready to make men lick their feets before they help them.
"Haven't I done enough? You told me you worked in an office, I don't know the work you do. You hide a lot of things from me. I think I deserve to know more about you, can't I tell my friends about my boyfriend without framing something up? I know virtually nothing about you except your name." She continued ranting.
"Well, it seems I am not welcomed here. Then I think I should just leave." Kelvin said as he walked towards the wardrobe and picked his own travelling bag, and that did the trick.
"Its your house, and you can stay." He heard her say before walking out of the room.

--to be continued--

More update bro... I love this.

c'mon D9ty7 feed me more

Wow wow wow
what more can I say than to say kudos d9ty7

Few days off and it took me dis long to catch up
Clement got more than he bargained for.

Dolapo is definitely now a mum

chief Pat and Kelvin. ..nemesis is at ur door step...

Sandra..I pray u don't fall victim as Ngozi.

tecno4life:

jealousy

Hw fa u no go like make dem sack u

tecno4life:
c'mon D9ty7 feed me more

shey ur hand loss?
beta go find food feed urself

upon Hw big u de u de look for somebody to feed u

What do you mean?" He asked in return. Typical of Nigerians, the best way to answer a question is by
throwing a question back at the questionaire and
that makes it two questions to be anwered by two
different people, even though most Nigerians only
do that when conversing, no one has ever tried it in
an examination.

if to say I never finish school I for ask the examiner one day too o

Atleast chief Patrick is out of town
and probably Kelvin is a little bit safe
why has clement not contacted chidinma about Dolapo revelation? seems ha has gotten answers already

Great one d9ty7 waiting for more

ps shey u go watch our match?

kingphilip:
ps shey u go watch our match?

Ah go watch am na

If Clement no say naa him papa and Kelvin Collabo kill Racheal, he no go pity either.


Waiting for more updates.

D9ty7:
Ah go watch am na

nice updates

Still loving this.welldone

D9ty7:
Ah go watch am na

Chelsea messed up but abeg come gimme updates make I forget dem

kingphilip:
Chelsea messed up but abeg come gimme updates make I forget dem

up chelsea whr oga D e don kip quiet
hmmm na God save una so make una rememba oo na 1point oo #man city dy climb oo

D9ty7:
Ah go watch am na

Oga sorry I be Chelsea fan too
But pit the loss behind and update

--continuation--
A very popular game as a child was the hide and seek game. Its a game where some set of people, mostly kids go into hiding and another set of kids searching for them. It was a very interesting game and kids looked forward to non-school days when the game would be played. But on most occassions, the game end up in fight as a result of a kid who has been searching under the scorching sun for the past one hour, he would definitely want to feel the pleasure of hiding too, but his peers will disagree, because no one wants to be the searcher.
A typical hide and seek game was going on in Sandra Oselu's apartment, where every attempt made by Sandra to force a word out of Kelvin's mouth ended up making Kelvin leaving the room.
"Sincerly speaking, I don't know what my offence is." Sandra said as she strolled into the living room for the upteenth time. Even though, this time she had prepared herself that any attempt made by Kelvin to leave the living room, she would block him.
"Kelvin, I am talking to you." She said sitting down beside him and taking his hand in hers.
"I know." he replied without taking his eyes off the tv screen.
"Why are you avoiding me?" She asked.
He didn't know what to say, but all thanks to his phone which beeped that moment thereby saving him from answering any silly question.
"Hello, Hak." He said on picking up.
He knew there was no way he could leave the living room without raising Sandra's suspicion and he wouldn't want to postpone the call. It had to be an important message.
He gave Sandra a can-you-please-excuse-me look, but Sandra stood her ground defiantly.
"Hak, how do you expect me to make such journey at this time of the day with the issue at hand?" He asked with a slightly raised voice.
He listened for a minute, glancing at Sandra occassionally, to know if she was eavedropping his conversation with Hakym.
"You know you can talk to Maleek, let him understand and reason along with me. I can't drive down to the cor... to that place now. Maybe later in the day I could come." He said.
He listen for a few seconds.
"You better do. I'll prepare myself and drive down there by 9pm today." He said and hung up.
"Who was that?" She asked.
"A colleague at work." He replied.
"What does he want? I thought you said you are on leave, how come they wanted you to report to work today? And why can't you go now that you choosed to go by 9pm?" She asked.
He didn't know which one to answer first, but he felt answering them in the manner which the questions had come would be the best idea.
"Well, I am an indispensable staff of the company, such that, a day without me is like they go bankrupt and fold up. I was granted the two weeks leave reluctantly. Well, my reason for going by 9pm is simple, I plan chatting with the GM over a cup of wine later in the day that's all. He needed my adivice on some things." He explained.
Sandra looked unconvinced but, there was nothing she could do.
"Your boss should be the Maleek that you mentioned. What kind of relationship do you have with him that you call him by his first name? What type of organisation do you work in?" She asked.
Hey! Woman, your questions are getting too much. He wished he had said that but thank God he didn't.
"He is my boss and not my father or my God. And moreso, we have the same educational qualification, his years of experience and the length of his stay at the organisation took him to the office he currently occupies." He explained.
She still looked unconvinced, but she still couldn't say it out for the fear of Kelvin flaring up that moment, and the last thing she wants to see is an angry Kelvin.
"Can we please talk about another thing?" He asked.
"Why have you been avoiding me?" She asked.
Slapping her wouldn't have been a bad idea that moment, because one thing he hated most was a woman who nagged a lot. Once your questions are not being answered, can't you think of another thing to say?

--to be continued--

ftc.. tnks sir and compliments of d season..

--continuation--
Clement gently drove the car into Rachel's paternal uncle's compound where her aggrieved parents were still staying. He approached the door and knocked with a gentle tap.
"Come in the door is open." He heard a familiar voice say. He turned the door knob and eased himself into the living room where about six to seven peering eyes were looking at him.
"Ah! Clement, its you? Come right in." Rachel's father said.
He gently walked into the living room proper and greeted everyone present before he took a seat. He wasn't expecting a gathering such as this, but all the same they were part of his reason for visiting. He only came to talk to his mother-in-law and his sister-in-law, but right now, he is in a discussion with almost every member of the family.
"So, when do you plan to have Rachel buried?" Rachel's uncle, the owner of the house asked.
"Actually sir, I would have loved if we did it immediately, but with the recent happenings around me, I think we should just take things slow, so I can pay my last respect to my wife with a clear and unburdened heart." He explained as tears escaped his eyes. And as if waiting for him to make the first move, his mother-in-law bursted into tears too same with Rachel's aunty, the wife of the man whose house they were in.
"Will you two stop crying or I send you out of here. Can your cries bring back the dead? Why can't you accept faith and thank God for everything. Or are you trying to tell us that Rachel's death pained you..." Rachel's uncle, the tough man was saying as his voice trailed off too. He was crying too.
After a few minutes of consoling one another, the meeting continued.
"If that's what you want then its okay by us, afterall she is your wife." Rachel's uncle replied.
"Thank you sir." He said.
They chatted about other things, which all connects with Rachel and every mention of her made everyone shed tears.
"So, mama, since you said you have a valid international passport. I am presently working on your visa and it should be ready in few days." Clement said to his mother-in-law.
"Visa? For what?" The woman asked.
"Well, since Amanda is in America, I think she needed to grow up with at least one genuine member of her family, either paternal or maternal. But most importantly, the maternal side. She is living with strangers right now, none of them is related to her, and the way and manner which they would groom her will be different from the way her family member would." He explained.
"I really apreciate your efforts. But one thing is that, I can't travel out of the country right now, daddy's failing health is something I need to monitor." She replied.
"Well mummy, I understand, but I can move you and dad over there."
"You can talk to your mother, she would be willing to help. Afterall, the girl belonged to the two families and if one side of the family is present, then I think everything is sorted already." She explained.
"Well, I planned toalking to my mum too, but I just felt you deserved to know about my plans first."
"Sorry for interfering o. I think Amanda should be allowed to live in the states until she stops sucking b.re.ast, and is able to walk on her own. Then you can bring her back to Nigeria, since that is when she would start learning and undertanding things." Rachel's aunty explained. Everyone bought the idea and lauded her for her brilliance.
Clement excused Chidinma from the gathering and led her out of the house where they extensively discussed the issue at hand, the relationship it had with Rachel's death.
Chidinma tried as much as possible to give helpful information and was glad when Clement said at the end of the chat they her cintribution has really been helpful. A few minutes later, he was heading back to the station, head high and furious. He needed to get to his father or his brother as soon as possible.

--to be continued--

jeje oh jeje @clement

A very big thank you to everyone who wished me well yesterday especially D9ty7.........u guys were so awesome.......thanks a million
BTW............I hope bluestarry and Stuff delivered d cake I sent thru dem to d whole oux........
D9ty7.............the circle is getting more wider now..........welldone

adewealth027:
A very big thank you to everyone who wished me well yesterday especially D9ty7.........u guys were so awesome.......thanks a million
BTW............I hope bluestarry and Stuff delivered d cake I sent thru dem to d whole oux........
D9ty7.............the circle is getting more wider now..........welldone

why u go give dose hungry men cake make dem cum give us?? We no see anytin lyk cake hia oo

adewealth027:
A very big thank you to everyone who wished me well yesterday especially D9ty7.........u guys were so awesome.......thanks a million
BTW............I hope bluestarry and Stuff delivered d cake I sent thru dem to d whole oux........
D9ty7.............the circle is getting more wider now..........welldone

jeeeezzzz! We think say na our own share of the cake bedat o... We don finish am since...stuff46 abi no be so?

Bluestarry:
jeeeezzzz! We think say na our own share of the cake bedat o... We don finish am since...stuff46 abi no be so?

una beta go luk 4 dat cake oo if una no wnt make thunda blast una

D9ty7
Where is Onome?

Thanks D9ty7

ultraawesome:
D9ty7
Where is Onome?

You ask too much questions mumu

Won't you let the author write it the way it is on the script
Onome hasn't appeared so WTF!!

tecno4life:
You ask too much questions mumu

Won't you let the author write it the way it is on the script
Onome hasn't appeared so WTF!!

Guy na,I dont deserve this kind of insult.I wasn't even asking you.

Sandra ur boyfriend na number 1 for Khal Corp.

Ha! D9ty7 i swear u no try at all. How dare you killed tola n daraWell 4 peace 2 reign u av 2 kill evrybody in d story i mean evrybody n don‘t joke wit mtcheeeeeeeeeeeeew