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Opeoluwa99:
Wonderful
Your stories are awesome

*Muahh* to where or who or what you get your inspiration from

.thank you

BIBIJAY123!! I doff my hat... respekt!

I enjoyed every bit of this. Lots of lessons:

A failed courtship is way better than a failed marriage.

Some men of God though

slyIsaac:
BIBIJAY123!! I doff my heart... respekt!

Thank you bro

bibijay123:
Its only two episodes boo. I want to hear various views before i post the concluding part

You are a mesmerizing writer. Doff hat for you. You need to commercialize this already. More power to your elbow, ink to your pen and agility to your fingers.

bibijay123:
Completed.

I enjoyed the story.

bibijay123:
Completed.

I enjoyed the story.

Emeka71:
I enjoyed the story.

Thanks. Check out Allen Avenue and Devil has the money

Darnyel:
You are a mesmerizing writer. Doff hat for you. You need to commercialize this already. More power to your elbow, ink to your pen and agility to your fingers.

Thank you boss ...you made my night

Cc bibijay123

One word: Disjointed

You started beautifully, and had your readers attention after the first update. I'll give you an "A" for the intro, delivery and suspense there.

But unfortunately, I do believe (the mod) rushing the story to the front page just after the first update was your undoing. This is because your subsequent updates were obviously not thought-out, but hurriedly done (probably to satisfy the readers thirst for updates). Hence, your story lacked a coherent sequence and connection.

A little more effort and time would have seen you give us a better story than this. Thanks.

Nitefury:
Cc bibijay123

One word: Disjointed

You started beautifully, and had your readers attention after the first update. I'll give you an "A" for the intro, delivery and suspense there.

But unfortunately, I do believe (the mod) rushing the story to the front page just after the first update was your undoing. This is because your subsequent updates were obviously not thought-out, but hurriedly done (probably to satisfy the readers thirst for updates). Hence, your story lacked a coherent sequence and connection.

A little more effort and time would have seen you give us a better story than this. Thanks.

OK bro. Thank you.....i appreciate.

Short and sweet

You're a helluva writer Bibijay123

Nitefury:
Cc bibijay123

One word: Disjointed

You started beautifully, and had your readers attention after the first update. I'll give you an "A" for the intro, delivery and suspense there.

But unfortunately, I do believe (the mod) rushing the story to the front page just after the first update was your undoing. This is because your subsequent updates were obviously not thought-out, but hurriedly done (probably to satisfy the readers thirst for updates). Hence, your story lacked a coherent sequence and connection.

A little more effort and time would have seen you give us a better story than this. Thanks.

Nitefury you so on point

Just finished reading the story. Bibi is one terrific writer and you av bein hiding all dese while. Now pitching my tent with Allen Avenue, nice one miss

ClinicalHope:
Bibi please post the continuation today. I can't wait to find out what happened next. I love your stories! Thumbs up!

But ma, why quote the whole story? You're making the whole thing difficult

buoye1:
But ma, why quote the whole story? You're making the whole thing difficult

I'm sorry I don't understand what you are talking about. what did I make difficult?

Nice story, thanks for sharing.

bibijay123:
* Continues*

A Year Later

Micheal dragged his pregnant wife out of his apartment. Wh0re! he went back inside to bring out her Echolac boxes and flung them out. He had been having an affair with her for almost of the two years he was engaged to Amaka and she decided to hook him with pregnancy immediately he called off his engagement. She was just like the rest of them, they don't know when to keep their mouth shut and they were not submissive enough.

Silvia picked up her bags crying. She wondered why Pastor had asked her to marry this monster. In the first few months of their marriage he had taken to giving her a back hand slap or two but it slowly escalated into blows and Punch's. She had become a prisoner in her matrimonial home, she wasn't allowed to visit even her own parents or talk to anyone both at church and at home. Micheal came out of the apartment angrily and pushed her to the ground.

" What are you still doing here!? " He dragged her on the ground towards the gate. He took hold of her silk nightie and tore it into two. She had dared to invite her friend to his house, she had flaunted his orders and he was done with her.

" Musa! Open the gate ". He bellowed.

Musa hurriedly opened the gate and Micheal threw her outside and ordered Musa to lock the gate. Some good Samaritan gave Silvia a wrapper to cover herself and she trekked to her pastor' s office. He was writing his sermon for Sunday when she barged into his office.

" What happened Sister Silvia? he did this to you again? " the woman before him was the shadow of his beautiful secretary. He had encouraged her to Marry Bro Micheal so that he would still be a member of his church. He had been afraid he would marry from another church so he had encouraged Silvia when he failed to use Amaka to keep him in his church.

Silvia slumped on the floor crying, he tried to lift her up but shrank back in fright when he saw blood rushing down her thighs. He rushed out of the office to hail a taxi. When he rushed back in with the cabbie Silvia' s stiff body was in her pool of blood. The cabbie checked her pulse and ran out of the office. No way he would put a dead body into his cab.


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Amaka walked into her new spacious office. She had been promoted after giving a wonderful presentation.The foreign investors were so impressed and continued clapping long after she had finished her presentation. Who said you can't cope with motherhood and a career. You can! when you have a loving and a supportive husband. She picked up the framed photograph on her desk smiling. She looked so beautiful in her wedding gown, Johnson stood beside her carrying Rose in his arms while Jason held her hand grinning. She felt blessed. Yes she was blessed. Johnson had moved back to Nigeria and started his law firm.Her pastor had called her some days ago to tell her Micheal was cooling his heels in the prison for the murder of his wife Silvia.

Silvia' s uncle, an army general was pulling every string he could to make sure Micheal rots in prison. The pastor had even apologized to her and she had forgiven him. She prays Micheal get a second chance. Her IPhone rang and she smiled when she saw who the caller was.

" Baby am picking you for lunch "

She smiled. Johnson was always picking her up for lunch when she could easily grab a bite at the company cafeteria. She placed her hand on tummy. a new life was growing inside her, she marveled at how wonderful God is.

" Hmmn big boy, You are spoiling me o."

He laughed heartily." If i don't spoil my baby, who will?". They both laughed again." Baby my mom want Rose and Jason to spend the weekend with her, i love our kids but it would be nice to have the bed all to ourselves this week."

Amaka laughed again. Johnson' s mother was a very sweet lady and she dotes on both kids.

" See you soon Amie love".

" See ya baby ".


The end.

P.s check out my other stories, The devil has the money and Allen Avenue. I welcome your criticism as it would make me a better writer.


Thank you all!

Lovely story.

Your stories are Always Gooood and teach lessons at the end! God Bless Bibijay123 for Blessing pur hearts with her wonderful stories.....

bibijay123:
Amaka was a beautiful and classy christian lady who had everything going for her. A job in a top shot company with her own office and personal assistant. Her major and only flaw was her dictatorial fiance .Micheal. He was a business man and a choir master in the church they both attended. Her few friends wonder what she saw in him, he dictates what she wears, how she wears them, her friends are not good enough he always says. He finds fault with every thing she does. One fateful evening, Micheal called her and informed her of a three day crusade going on in his neighborhood. She told him she was tired maybe she would attend it tomorrow

Micheal insisted that she should get dressed and come, knowing how persistent he could be she grumpily agreed to attend the crusade that evening.

She quickly showered and got dressed. She picked her car keys and headed out. On the way her car broke down.

She checked her wrist watch and saw that the time was 7.30 pm. She came down from the car and checked the bonnet of the car but couldn't seem to know what was wrong with it. She attempted to re _start the car several times but got frustrated and came out of the car slamming the door angrily.


She stood looking at the car. The car had chosen to break down in a remote area leading to her fiance' s hood. There was no one around she could ask for help so she decided to take a short cut route.

She called Micheal to inform him of the unfortunate development and he advised her to take the short cut route.

She ended the call and was about to walk towards the route when she paused. She thought she heard a sound. She became scared and was about to break into a run when she heard the sound again. This time it was clearer. She stood rooted to the spot in shock unable to believe what she just heard. She mentally willed her legs to move but they refused to comply.

She saw herself moving towards the sound. Its force was greater than her strength, she wanted to flee and put it all behind her. She wanted to pretend she didn't just hear the cry of a baby but the sound of that little helpless voice like a magnet drew her towards the little bush it was coming from.


She walked further, almost breaking into a run following the sound of the little voice. She saw something wrapped in a rags laying in a cartoon. She gently lifted the bundle into her arms. Afraid she might drop him or her.

She looked around but there was no one in sight. She gently placed the bundle on her shoulder and walked as fast as her legs could carry her to Micheal ' s house.

All the way there she wondered if she was doing the right thing. She knew nothing about babies, she doesn't even know who the one she held belonged to or why the mother dumped the poor thing in the first place. A sudden dark thought popped into her head and she tried desperately to push it back to where ever it had come from. What if she was arrested and accused of murdering the mother and stealing the baby. No that's just too dark a thought.


The gateman opened the gate for her, looking at the child sleeping soundly on her shoulder with curiosity shining in his eyes but he dared not ask. Speaking or even thinking of speaking to his boss' s woman would be the end of his employment.


He opened the gate for her and went back to his little room. Amaka was about to search for Micheal 's keys in her handbag when she remembered that she had left them at home. She thought of asking the gate man if he had a spare key. Just the thought of it sent a chill down her spine. Micheal would have a fit if he knows she dallied (his word)with his help.


She brought out her phone and sent him text messages. Asking him to hurry back that she was at his place. She waited for his reply but when none came, she dialed his number, she heard it rang for some minutes before she saw number busy on the screen of her phone.


The baby whimpered and she patted it on the back. She sat down on the door steps and waited for her Fiance to come. He would know what to do.


At 9.30 pm, Micheal drove in to the compound. She kept up happily. He would do the right thing she thought. He knows the right steps to be taken in this situation.

She walks towards him but stopped short at the expression on his face as he stepped out of the car. She didn't give him a chance. She hurriedly told him what happened.

He looked at her like she had grown four heads. He walked towards her, and she stepped back in fright. " Take that thing back to wherever you picked it from!" She didn't understand. She thought maybe she didn't hear him well but he continued angrily " Take that filthy thing in your hand back to whoever you picked it from or we are done!"


She couldn't believe her ears. How could he be so cruel and unfeeling, she knew he never made an idle threat. She was 34, all her siblings are happily married with kids. She couldn't afford to do anything to jeopardize her relationship with Micheal.

She was torn. She could easily race back and dump the baby where she picked him from or she could try to help the baby and then what? She owe this child nothing! She wants to be addressed as a Mrs too but what did the bible say about helping others?

Micheal walked past her almost knocking her down. He opened his door and slammed it heavily the sound woke the sleeping baby. The poor thing cried out loud. Amaka stood there uncertain what to do next. To take the baby back to the dump or try to help and risk losing Micheal?


Story continues......

Hello Bibijay123

I love the ease with which you write your stories , you seem to have a lot of short stories.
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detutu1:
Hello Bibijay123

I love the ease with which you write your stories , you seem to have a lot of short stories. Ever considered making money doing what you love doing?

Send a draft of your first chapter to support@penpee.com. You do not have to be a professional writer,our editors will vet before publication. Some of our editors have worked for top media houses in the UK, USA and in Nigeria.

Once your story has been verified, we post it on our website (www.penpee.com) and you get paid each time a new person reads a chapter of your story

This means you can invite friends to read your story in Penpee.com and get paid for each view!

Writers can withdraw their accumulated credits into their PayPal or any bank account in Nigeria, or anywhere else in the world.

Register for free today!
Every member is awarded welcome credits, they can be accumulated over time or purchased. Credits earned are used to read online stories.

Anyone can join as a writer, once you possess the skill and present authentic stories.

Go ahead now and join www.penpee.com to start reading and posting your own short stories.

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Hi. Thank you

detutu1:
I love the ease with which you write your stories , you seem to have a lot of short stories. Ever considered making money doing what you love doing?

Send a draft of your first chapter to support@penpee.com. You do not have to be a professional writer,our editors will vet before publication. Some of our editors have worked for top media houses in the UK, USA and in Nigeria.

Once your story has been verified, we post it on our website (www.penpee.com) and you get paid each time a new person reads a chapter of your story

This means you can invite friends to read your story in Penpee.com and get paid for each view!

Writers can withdraw their accumulated credits into their PayPal or any bank account in Nigeria, or anywhere else in the world.

Register for free today!
Every member is awarded welcome credits, they can be accumulated over time or purchased. Credits earned are used to read online stories.

Anyone can join as a writer, once you possess the skill and present authentic stories.

Go ahead now and join www.penpee.com to start reading and posting your own short stories.

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iomoge2:
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Tiffanyj
Godmother

Thanks cappo. I scanned the site yesterday but didn't have the time to fully go through. Will do that today.

iomoge2:
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Tiffanyj
Godmother

Iomoge2 thank you for the mention.

A short and educating story wow always follow ur heart no matter what


Bibi na u biko

bibijay123:
Hi. Thank you

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detutu1:
You are welcome. Kindly register on penpee.com as a writer and start making money. Looking forward to having you on board!

I sent a draft of my story BT m yet to register. Will do so.thanks.

Bibi u sha ve a good head on ur shoulder
With ur stories, my holiday won't be boring anymore

Queenoma:
Bibi u sha ve a good head on ur shoulder
With ur stories, my holiday won't be boring anymore

Awww u just like making my head swell oya chop kiss

Your story is such an inspiration...


God bless you.

Good write up. I'm salivating for more. I've read Allen Avenue and The Devil has the Money.

Thank you so much