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| Re: 1985.... 1987.... 2014--[a Crime Story] by stuff46(m): 1:35pm On May 07, 2015 |
Lol Sirme411:Take heart brov. Its nothing nah, just let it slide. |
| Re: 1985.... 1987.... 2014--[a Crime Story] by Slimzjoe(m): 1:40pm On May 07, 2015 |
stuff46:I now understand man |
| Re: 1985.... 1987.... 2014--[a Crime Story] by ojjp: 4:07pm On May 07, 2015 |
I'm nw uptodate on dis story. Hmmmm, gudwrk u r doin here Dee. But dnt ignore any error bein pointed out. Weldone! |
| Re: 1985.... 1987.... 2014--[a Crime Story] by Nobody: 7:56pm On May 07, 2015 |
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| Re: 1985.... 1987.... 2014--[a Crime Story] by harjibolar10(m): 8:14pm On May 07, 2015 |
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| Re: 1985.... 1987.... 2014--[a Crime Story] by Skimpledawg(m): 3:17am On May 08, 2015 |
Onemansquad:Shebarh, be warned!!! ![]() |
| Re: 1985.... 1987.... 2014--[a Crime Story] by D9ty7(op): 9:11am On May 08, 2015 |
--continuation-- "Someone is coming." Tina whispered from where she stood beside the window. "Take him." Mark replied. "I can't." She said. Mark gave her a cold stare. One last glance at the unconscious General Tukur on the couch, he released two quick shots at the door which burst open. "Drop your weapons everybody." He shouted. Tina carefully crawled from the window where she previously stood back to the couch beside Mark. "What the hell are you doing?" She asked. "Talk to Melvin." He said thrusting his phone into her palm. "What should I tell him?" Tina asked horror struck as she realised the effect which the chemical they injected Tukur was having on the unconscious old man. She could see the outline of his veins as the grew and threatened to burst out of his skin. "Melvin, make sure no one is lurking around. Create a free passage way and get the weapons off those men." Mark instructed as Tina held out the phone. "Copy." Melvin replied. Sporadic shots were fired towards the living room such that, Mark and Tina had to take cover behind one of the two seater couch to avoid being hit. "General Tukur is down. Hold out your fires or you risk having him dead." Mark barked once again, even though he doubted if anyone was hearing him. A minute later, a deep baritone voice came through the speakers; "Hold it guys." And just that moment, the gunshots died. "Come out now." The voice said once again. "Melvin." Mark said through gritted teeth. Tina quickly typed Melvin's number and dialled him number. "Melvin, where are you? What's the situation?" Mark asked. "We are on a retreat. One man down." Melvin replied. "Jeez! We need backup." Mark said and hung up. He looked at Tina for probably and advice or a way out, but the only meaning he could read to Tina's facial expression was a "I told you look." "What do we do?" She asked. It was obvious that she was angry. Who wouldn't be? When a group of people are supposed to work as a team, but one person decides to take the mantle of leadership and begins to dictate to the team. If things go wrong, the self imposed leader takes the blame. "We negotiate." Mark said as he stood up from behind the couch. "We need to stabilize him." He added and at once Tina produced another syringe which she handed to Mark who subsequently injected Tukur in the neck and five seconds later, he stirred back to life. "Are you set?" Mark asked as he jacked a half conscious Tukur to his feet. "Yeah." Tina replied. Slowly, but steadily, Mark held Tukur's neck from behind and together they walked towards the front door. "Drop your weapons everybody. A shot from you is the end of the road for Tukur." Mark warned as he stepped out through the door and immediately the security saw the approaching figures, they all dropped their weapons. "Stay focused Tina. No distraction. I am counting on you." Mark whispered as the approached the commander of the security who held a handheld speaker. "Clear the road." Mark barked at him and the commander stepped aside. "Get the cars running." Tina said through the phone to Melvin. "I am agent Mark, CIA America. Mr Tukur will be taken into custody for questioning." Mark said to the commander. "No way." The commander replied defiantly. "You can't take him in for questioning. What exactly do you want to know? On whose orders are you doing this?" "We have the government order. Here." Tina said as she handeda warrant to the commander. "I'll go with you guys." He said. "Cool." Two minutes later, the commander drove out of the compound. --to be continued-- |
| Re: 1985.... 1987.... 2014--[a Crime Story] by D9ty7(op): 9:13am On May 08, 2015 |
--continuation-- Kim walked into her hotel room with Tony closely beside her and one of the hotel staffs walked in with her bag. "Thank you." She gave the young man a smile as he made to walk out. "wait." Tony said as he dipped his hand into his breat pocket and handed a sum of one thousand naira to him. "Than you very much sir." He said happily. "Madam, enjoy your stay." With this, he walked out of the room. "Why did you do that?" Kim asked. "Do what?" "You just gave that man money, why?" She asked. "Oh! That? I just gave it to him and moreso, it a norm here." Tony replied. "Like a bribe?" Kim asked. She was obviously interested in the topic. Why wouldn't she be? Afterall, the countries from the west(Britain, America) are of the opinion that Nigeria is a backward nation where illegal dealings, corruption and extortion is on the high. "Its not a bribe. I gave him because I wanted to. Afterall, he doesn't earn much at the end of the month which could not be enough to take care of his family. Bu with what I just gave him, if he meet generous people like me and they all gave him tips like that, imagine how much he'll take home today and what he could do with it. It will definitely cover some end of the month expenses and by the time he recieved his salary, he'll have some amount in excess." Tony explained. "Hmmmmmm! That very thoughtful of you." Kim said. She was obviously impressed. "Call him for me." She said. "What for?" Tony asked, even though he guessed she wanted to give him something too. "I want to take him shopping." "What?" Tony asked with brows raised. "For his kids. Pick a few clothes and other basic needs." Kim replied. Tony stared at her in disbelief. That's a problem with women, especially non-Africans. They are usually compassionate about other people and they will always want to help, either they knew the person or he is a total stranger. "You'll probably see him around later, maybe you could let him know of your decision and he'll definitely appreciate it." Tony said. "Are you sure?" She asked. He nodded his head in affirmation. "Cos, I don't want a situation where he'll start to read meanings to my generousity. You know Africans." She said. "That's exactly why your decision to shop for him is absurd." Tony thought. His ringing phone drew their attention away from their initial discussion. "Excuse me." He said before walking out of the room to answer the call. ----------- "Yes sir. I am back in the country." He replied, even though he hated himself for that, because the caller knew he called his(Tony) Nigeria number and there was no way he could answer if he wasn't back in the country. "There is a situation." "What's that?" Tony asked. "Mark Ashimolowo, the CIA guy and Christina James are driving General Tukur to N.A.T.U as we speak. I want you to intercept them and get Tukur away from them." The voice at the other end explained. "How am I supposed to do that? What we heard was that Mark is a crazy guy who has no respect for the authority. He could easily take me out fist for fist." Tony explained. "just do as I say." "Okay sir." Tony returned to the room five minutes later. "I have to go." He announced. "So soon?" Kim asked. "Official assignment from work." He replied. "Oh! I will try and reach you later in the day cos I don't think I'll be spending the night here." Kim explained. "Your husband?" "Yeah! He'll pick me up later in the evening, but don't worry, I'll let you know where I am anyways." She replied. "And hopefully, I will know him very soon." "Definitely." --------------- It was a few minutes before lunch and Jimmy has just finished a transaction with a leading Chineese plastic company. Godson group just succeeded in acquiring sixty percent share of the company, all thanks to Daniel Martin's brilliance at spotting perfect money making businesses and contracts and Jimmy negotiative skills. "Maybe I should just give you a massage." Magaret said as she dropped a file on her boss' table. "I really would appreciate that, but we will get a room if we are to do anything of such." Jimmy replied tiredly. "We could do it here too." Magaret said. "Bad girl." Just then the door into the office burst open and Daniel Martin walked in. "Hey Dan." Jimmy called. "Dan." Magaret flashed him seductive smile. "Excuse us." Daniel said fiercely and without another word, Magaret straightened up and walked out of the office. "You accepted Dad's invite to the golf club?" Daniel asked. "Yeah. You know, its almost a year since we last played golf and it will be nice if we have you and Adeola as well as myself and my date at the club playing against Adeola's dad." Jimmy explained. "Sunday night right?" "That's it." --tbc-- |
| Re: 1985.... 1987.... 2014--[a Crime Story] by D9ty7(op): 9:32am On May 08, 2015 |
--continuation-- The moment a man began thinking and acting like an extremist or a bigot. The moment when his believe and conviction must stand, the moment when other people's views and opinions are reduced to nothing, the moment when he begins to do everything humanly possible to achieve a set goal, probably to grease his ego or satisfy his selfish interest. That moment, such a person could be called desperate. No other word could be used for such a person, because, the act of desperation could make the greatest man on earth lick the feet of a slave. The act of desperation in men could be seen in our everyday life. A politician seeking elective office will go extra miles to ensure his victory. A politician who in the last four years didn't step into a church to thank God for the gift of life would be forced to attend series of church service to seek the congregation's mandate. The same way a politician who in the last four years has been a regular church goer and has remained steadfast in God would adviced by some group of special advicers who in the real sense are 'special confusers' to visit a particular shrine to seek the support of the gods. It was said that, in the life of man, when something is being pursued, you will either move closer to your God or stay at a distance, because whatever you believe in is what you 'dine' with. Once the first stage of visiting worship and sacred houses are over, some politicians take their desperation to a whole new level by visiting schools and for a whole day, they dress like students in uniform, all in the name of winning people's love. Some politicians visits brothel to seek the support of their brothers and sisters in the act and probably spend a night acting just the way they do in a brothel, afterall, you behave like Romans when in Rome. The yet to be seen desperate politicians are the ones who will visit a rehabilitation centre or a prison to do the following; act like they need rehabillitation where in the real sense, they do. And pretend like they are inmates. Afterall, the final place of abode for desperate politicians remains the prison. Such was the case when Collins called Christopher into his office in the absence of his(Christopher) mother. "Uncle Coll, you sent for me?" The little boy asked as he sat down on one of the two chairs in front of Collin's desk. Christopher looked around the office like it was his first time visiting. Obviously, there were not much differences between the offices inside the N.A.T.U Lagos headquarters. The only difference between the offices, particularly, his mother's and Collins' was in size. Collins office was twice the size of Christina's office and while Tina's office was painted in creamy-white, Collins' office was painted in pure white and just behind his chair was the coat of Arm representing the country Nigeria and another representing N.A.T.U in which an eagle was made to stand on a aircraft while two guns were adorning both sides of the aircraft just like the horses did in the Nigeria coat of arm. Just above the coat of arm was a very large plaque where the names of past N.A.T.U directors were boldly inscribed. While the wall opposite Tina's desk has several art works in frame hung on it, the opposite wall in Collins' office was adorned with a shelf on which various books were neatly arranged. Aside these, and a large flower vase which stood on his table, there was nothing worth looking at twice in the office. "I called you because of your mum." Collins replied. Chris adjusted his sitting position such that, he was staring directly into Collins eyes. The only difference between the duo of Collins an Mark was, while Collins smiled more often, the serious look worn by Mark everytime could make the greatest comedian alive change his ways because it was obvious that, no joke could make Mark laugh. "Did you notice anything between your mum and I?" Collins asked. "I don't understand sir." Chris replied. Collins thought for a while. "See, I'll be clear with my words and I will try as much as possible not to mince words. Okay?" He said, his voice raised. "That was uncalled for." Chris thought was he dared not open his mouth to speak. "I love your mum, I want to make her my wife. I love you too and I want you to be my son. Everyone knew the relationship between you and I is similar to a father-son relationship and it will be best if we make it happen. I am ready to take your mum to the alter and make her my own." Collins explained. Chris wanted to talk but no words came out. "You are in the best position to talk to your mum. You have been pestering her to take you to your father, but she has refused. In that case, let me be the father you never had or knew, let me be the one to take care of your needs." Collins continued. Chris could feel his blood boil at the latest he just heard from his best friend. He wanted to say something, but the fear of what his anger could make him say controlled his tongue. "You want to marry my mum?" He asked after almost a minute of silence. "Yes of course." Collins replied. "And become my father?" "Of course. A father who will treat you equally like the other children you mum will have for me." Collins replied. Christopher stiffled a laugh that was threatening to burst. "Can't you just get it? My mum is not getting married to any other man except my father." He thought. "And moreso, she is yet to say yes to your marriage proposal, you are talking about having kids. I am yet to accept you as my forster father, you are talking about being treated equally. You must be drunk." Chris could help it no more as he bursted into laughter. "You are laughing. Is it funny?" Collins asked foolishly like it wasn't obvious. Even though a desperate man won't realise how stupid his actions were until he failed to achieve his aim. "No its not." Chris replied. "So, what do you say?" He asked. "Aren't you married with kids? Is Matilda not your daughter?" Chris asked. "Matilda is my daughter, but her mother and I are no more." He replied. "Why?" "We divorced." Collins replied. "Won't my mum experience the same after a few years?" Chris asked. "Not at all." Chris smiled. "So, what exctly do you want me to do? Its not as if I am the woman in question." "Thank you. I know how much you mum value your words. I want you to talk to her into accepting me to be her husband." Collins replied. "Is that all?" Chris asked. "Yes." Collins replied. "Talk to her yourself." With this, Chris stood up and walked out of the office. --tbc-- |
| Re: 1985.... 1987.... 2014--[a Crime Story] by D9ty7(op): 9:39am On May 08, 2015 |
--continuation-- Inside the N.A.T.U labelled SUV, Tina was behind the wheel, while Mark was seated on passenger seat up front, two agents were seated at the backseat while a half conscious Major General Tukur sat between them. A black Range Rover sport followed the N.A.T.U SUV inside which the Chief security officer to Rtd Major General Tukur's residence was behind the wheel, a N.A.T.U agent sat beside him on the passenger seat upfront and taking the rear was another SUV, only that this time, there was nothing written on the side or the plate. Melvin was seated all on his own behind the wheel as they sped back into the city of Lagos. "That was too easy." Mark said. "From the inside, it was. But if you were with us outside, you probably won't be saying this." One of the two men on the backseat replied. "But, I wasn't talking to you." Mark cautioned calmly. Turning red in embarrassment. "Am sorry." The man replied. "That was harsh." Tina whispered. "You are driving. Keep your eyes on the road." Mark replied. And without another word, Tina focused all her attention on the road, stealing occasional glances at the two cars behind and the men seated on either sides of Tukur. "Your phone." Mark said pointing towards Tina's vibrating phone on the dashboard. "Oh! Thanks." She smiled as she picked the call. "Agent Christina here." She said on answering the call. Listening for about twenty seconds before she replied; "Okay." And with this, she swerved the car off the road and parked by the roadside. The other two cars seeing what had happened followed suit and parked just behind her car. "What's going on? Who called?" Mark asked. "I just recieved an order to stop wherever I am." Tina replied. Melvin walked towards Tina's side of the car and knocked on the window. Tina allowed the window down to allow her hear whatever he had to say. "What's going on?" He asked. "I just recieved an order from the ministry of defence asking me to stop." Tina replied. "Why?" Melvin asked. "An extraction team is on the way." She replied. "To do what?" Melvin asked. "I think to release Tukur." She replied. "what the fvck!" Mark exclaimed angrily. Seeing the look on everyone's face. "Am sorry." He added. How Nigerians hate American words. "Why would they want to do that? Who called you?" Melvin asked calmly. From the few hours Tina had spent with Melvin and Mark, she realised that just a little difference was what they have. While Mark was the arrogant type, Melvin was the direct opposite. While Mark treats the two genders(Male & female) equally, Melvin has a soft spot for the female folks. And while Mark in the midst of five senior agents can single handedly impose his decision on them, Melvin would rather allow everyone reason together and come to a conclusion. "I wouldn't know." Tina replied as she eased her seat belt. Two minutes later, a Nissan murano came to a halt in front of Tina's SUV and a polic pickup went on to park in front of it(Murano) The handsome FBI agent, Tony alighted from the Murano and in his elegance and aura of importance, he strode towards Tina and her team. "Hello Tina." He said just in time when Tina alighted too and they hugged. "Its been a while." Tina smiled. "Yeah... Came into the country two hours ago." He replied. He scanned around looking for any familiar face. "Melvin right?" He asked extending his hand for a handshake. "Yeah." Melvin replied. "Hi guys." Tony said waving at the other men present. "There is no time for pleasantries, go straight to the point." Mark barked from where he stood. "Calm down. I have no business with you." An egostic Tony replied and suprisingly it did the trick. "Its okay guys." Tina stepped in. "Tony, what's going on?" "The ministry wants General Tukur freed." Tony replied. "But why?" Tina asked. "Order from above. The SFG called the state commissioner." Tony explained. "On what basis?" Tina asked. "Executive orders to be effected immediately." Tony said. Tina looked from Melvin to Mark and the other agents. The look on Mark's face differs from the look on the faces of other N.A.T.U agents. Mark was suprised and shocked, because where he came from, the executive can't stop the judiciary under which the security agencies falls from doing their job, except in exceptional cases. The other men, even though they were shocked, it wasn't like they were just experiencing it for the first time. "You can't take him with you. Tina, lets get out of here." Mark said. "You have no say in this man, Tina is in charge." Tony replied and just then, his phone started ringing. Tony took two steps backward before answering the call. "Agent Tony here." He said. "The Secretary to the Federation's government would like to speak with you." A female voice answered. It was then it dawned on Tina and the others that hundred of Mark can't stop Tony from taking General Tukur back to his house. "Good afternoon Tony." The familiar SFG's voice came on. "Good afternoon sir." Tony's voice was ecstacy. Even though he had never had any form of contact with the SFG, getting the number five citizen of the country address him by his first name is enough reason for him to be happy. "She is here too." Tony said as he beckoned on Tina to come over. After a minute of speaking with Tina, the phone was given to Mark who spoke with the SFG for almost five minutes, demanding explanation as to why Tukur would be prevented from being questioned. In the end, Mark succumbed and allowed Tony leave with Tukur. ----------------- Twenty minutes later, Tina was pulling out of the road unto the road that connects with the N.A.T.U headquarters and the State security service. "You couldn't have allowed him go with Tukur." Mark said for the upteenth time. Tina whose mind was somewhere else has been ignoring his attempts to pick up a quarrel with her, but this time around she could take it no more. "What could I have done to prevent Tony taking Tukur away?" She asked as she eased the car to a halt to allow pedestrians cross the road. "Thank you ma." The pedestrians said. "Its nothing." She waved back at them. "Its your call. You are in charge of this case and you have the final say. In America....." Mark was saying. "Oooohhhhh!" She drawled. "America again?" She thought. "What?" He asked. "Nothing." She replied with a smile. "Tell me, what happens in America?" "The agent in charge of a case is the boss on the case. Even the Agency's director can't talk him into letting it slide. The SFG should have asked if you will be releasing him or not, and not him ordering us around." Mark explained. "This is Nigeria, things are done in the opposite. And moreso, we both spoke to the SFG, you should have told him that in America, the agent is in charge." Tina mocked, even though Mike failed to spot the mockery. For the rest of the journey, Mark was quiet as he fumed in anger. One thing he hated was arguing with Tina, because he knew his points would never stand. "Welcome Agent Tina." The security man at the gate said as Tina drove into the N.A.T.U premises. Two minutes later, they were going through the clearance process when a young man walked up to them. "Good afternoon ma." The young man said. "Afternoon." Tina replied. "Are you Christina James?" He asked. "Yeah, how may I help you?" "A certain Miss Chichi Martin asked me to give this to you." The man handed the envelope containing the photographs to Tina before walking away immediately. As Tina tried to open it, Mark screamed. "Don't! It could be a bomb." He snatched the envelope from her, tore it open to reveal a short letter which reads; HE IS HAPPILY MARRIED AND TAKEN. YOU STAND NO CHANCE And below the letter were pictures of Daniel Martin cuddling and kissing his wife. "Are you seeing him?" Mark asked with bloodshot eyes as Tina checked the content of the envelope. "No." Tina replied. "Liar." With this, Mark stormed past the security post into the building. "Mark wait!" END OF CHAPTER TWELVE |
| Re: 1985.... 1987.... 2014--[a Crime Story] by D9ty7(op): 9:41am On May 08, 2015 |
That will be all for the week. Till monday, I remain 'Dee' |
| Re: 1985.... 1987.... 2014--[a Crime Story] by princessadeola(f): 9:47am On May 08, 2015 |
good morning tea...... Chris a wise boy. Weldone mr dee. |
| Re: 1985.... 1987.... 2014--[a Crime Story] by afamjb: 9:47am On May 08, 2015 |
D9ty7:long time no read....... |
| Re: 1985.... 1987.... 2014--[a Crime Story] by D9ty7(op): 10:04am On May 08, 2015 |
afamjb:My oga abeg no vex. The kind of schedule wey dey my front tight pass anything. The four updates I dropped not too long ago, I have been typing them since wednesday. |
| Re: 1985.... 1987.... 2014--[a Crime Story] by afamjb: 10:11am On May 08, 2015 |
D9ty7:alryt man..Gods grace |
| Re: 1985.... 1987.... 2014--[a Crime Story] by harjibolar10(m): 10:18am On May 08, 2015 |
D9ty7:You' ve done well Oga dee I don't even know what to comment gaan self, as the updates are kind of cumbersome. .. Nigeria are meant to be Nigeria shaa... Order from above, to release a well known Criminal, Mark, here in Nigeria, we just have a cerimonial law, and also flexible which can be bend at any point in time, that's just a tip of the icebag ooo... more is coming your way Kim, I hope your visit won't be a great set back for Mark like this. Keep em coming boss |
| Re: 1985.... 1987.... 2014--[a Crime Story] by LogoDWhiz(m): 1:17pm On May 08, 2015 |
Wetin dey do Mark sef? E just dey do anyhow. Welldone Dee |
| Re: 1985.... 1987.... 2014--[a Crime Story] by Onemansquad(m): 2:25pm On May 08, 2015 |
Skimpledawg:c'mon get me cane let me teach her a lesson ![]() |
| Re: 1985.... 1987.... 2014--[a Crime Story] by Shebarh(f): 2:48pm On May 08, 2015 |
Onemansquad:go and get it ya self... well done oga dee |
| Re: 1985.... 1987.... 2014--[a Crime Story] by Onemansquad(m): 3:15pm On May 08, 2015 |
Viewing this topic: KingzPen(m oga kingzpen i sight u bro |
| Re: 1985.... 1987.... 2014--[a Crime Story] by KingzPen(m): 4:30pm On May 08, 2015 |
Onemansquad:Looool... Sharp eyes... Here to learn... |
| Re: 1985.... 1987.... 2014--[a Crime Story] by ojjp: 4:42pm On May 08, 2015 |
I can feel mark's frustration. Naija is nt America, and dat is one of d reasons we depend on God most atimes to fight for us. because some "generals" r untouchable. U cant fight them by law. But for sure, destruction awaits them. Keep it up Dee. |
| Re: 1985.... 1987.... 2014--[a Crime Story] by Skimpledawg(m): 4:52pm On May 08, 2015 |
Onemansquad:Baba plz calm down na, remba way apund d last time u flogged a damsel |
| Re: 1985.... 1987.... 2014--[a Crime Story] by vanagon99(m): 7:47pm On May 08, 2015 |
Oga i hail oooooooooh. A good lover & ardent follower of literature. fully in love with nairaland particularly the literature section long time ago. though after the hawking event a lot was lost but Thank God for the team on board bringing the situation back to normalcy for people like us to find a place to chill out from the lasgidi hustling things. i am loving this story on a daily update i do wish our writer more inspiration and plenty ink to his pen on top of it more megabytes from the service providers. ling epistles I write. ' cause i am indoor closet reader but now i am out of d closet. when home wifey find it difficult to break me away from literature section on nairaland. wat you guys has done to me. kip the work going truthfully we follow. cheers |
| Re: 1985.... 1987.... 2014--[a Crime Story] by Nobody: 8:08pm On May 08, 2015 |
D9ty7:Monday! not good.. but no problem we got to wait noni |
| Re: 1985.... 1987.... 2014--[a Crime Story] by Nobody: 9:48pm On May 08, 2015 |
This is getting more interesting,following till the end........Nice work dee |
| Re: 1985.... 1987.... 2014--[a Crime Story] by hadease(m): 10:54pm On May 08, 2015 |
Y is mark angry wit tina over seein daniel does it concern him?tanks 4 d update dee..... |
| Re: 1985.... 1987.... 2014--[a Crime Story] by stuff46(m): 5:43am On May 09, 2015 |
Skimpledawg:Brother whose ship are you in this miss nairaland contest? Uf you are not in any, i solemly desire that you join me in propagating this.
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| Re: 1985.... 1987.... 2014--[a Crime Story] by stuff46(m): 6:26am On May 09, 2015 |
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| Re: 1985.... 1987.... 2014--[a Crime Story] by stuff46(m): 6:46am On May 09, 2015 |
D9ty7: mum to the alter and make her my own." Collins explained. Chris wanted to talk but no words came out.I think the bolded should be looked into. Mark havent still learnt how things are done in Nigeria, too bad for him.
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| Re: 1985.... 1987.... 2014--[a Crime Story] by Nobody: 7:21am On May 09, 2015 |
Dis is really serious ooo, I wonder how Mayor will feel when he learns dat d boy he's paid to kidnapp is Chris. As 4 Kim, I dnt knw y she's stubborn lyk dat, Haaha, Instead of her to stay in America jeje, She carry herself come Nigeria. Collins is a desperado o, imagine , he shouldn't hv tell Chris all that nah, But then i lyk d way Chris replied, dat boy get sense wella.Mark can be so annoying sum tyms o, despite d fact dat I like him very much, And y is he angry because of dise pictures nw? Is Christina his wife ni? Christina I just dey pity her, her enemies are getting much day by day. Dee, Thanks 4 d updates.......... Still following. *Kisses* |
| Re: 1985.... 1987.... 2014--[a Crime Story] by Nobody: 7:52am On May 09, 2015 |
adeh39:@emboldened. Little sister kwa? ![]() You are already using style to brotherzone guys before they even vote you abi? No vote for you ![]() |
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