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Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by granely(f): 12:41pm On Apr 04, 2017
I swear that madam grace na devil, pls more update
Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by smartkester(m): 3:14pm On Apr 04, 2017
Bia biafrabushboy I just hope madam grace die o.. If she no die Abeg just end this thread
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Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by wind10(m): 7:48pm On Apr 04, 2017
Biafra bushboy, u are such a wonderful writer, cari go bro.....
Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by Lankyannie(f): 8:14pm On Apr 04, 2017
EYAAA,I rili pity myles and wind especially myles.i just pray madam grace dies a shameful death for killing our baby papas like criminals.u are really a talented writer bush,more power nd wisdom 2u.
Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by ChopBellefull(m): 10:53am On Apr 05, 2017
Biafra nwanne.. Nw wey my name enta ds story na nw d story start... We dey preface since... Lol grin Mimienudles wer u at? Coz granely z stealing my heart away aiidy
Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by BiafranBushBoy: 3:48pm On Apr 05, 2017
Sorry guys.. Workload and targets no gree me type. I will try and update today. Wake up tomorrow and read fresh update.

Thanks
Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by BiafranBushBoy: 3:48pm On Apr 05, 2017
albacete:
The updates are taking too long, boss
No vex Sir sad. Abeg

I go update today
Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by Nobody: 4:41pm On Apr 05, 2017
BiafranBushBoy:
No vex Sir sad. Abeg
I go update today
me go vex ooo
do u know dat i dont read any oda stories on NL except from yours



drabeey was here
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Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by BiafranBushBoy: 4:42pm On Apr 05, 2017
Abeg no vex. Since we all started together.. the story is about ending. We go end am once.
Drabeey:
me go vex ooo

do u know dat i dont read any oda stories on NL except from yours




drabeey was here
Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by BiafranBushBoy: 4:44pm On Apr 05, 2017
smartkester:
Bia biafrabushboy I just hope madam grace die o.. If she no die Abeg just end this thread
cheesy cheesy... No be my fault na.. I no go end am. I go only write wetin happen true true cheesy
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Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by BiafranBushBoy: 9:10pm On Apr 06, 2017
“She definitely did it” Chopbellefull said

“Are you sure?” I questioned “Because she might have dialed that Indonesian number to verify our transactions with her contacts” I said

“She called them the first day, so why would she call them the night you all were at the hotel?” Chopbellefull asked while pointed at the call log on his laptop.

“She even called them again the morning we were about to leave the hotel, and I am sure they monitored our movement” I chipped in after I got a clue about what chopbellefull was showing me.

“Bastard!” I yelled in anger as I turned my back on him and his laptop heading towards the kitchen in his house.

“Yes!!” He exclaimed from the parlor “bro come and see” He called out to me. I quickly raced towards his position and placed the ear piece to my ears and listened to the call back of Madam Grace’s call to the Indonesian number. Tears rolled down my eyes as I heard every bit of what she said.

“Just do as I say, those rats should be sent to where they belong,; else they would become rabbits. Also make sure to pay close attention to the fair rat among them, he is the threat amongst them.” Was part of what I could figure out from her little speech. I immediately stood with my hands placed on my head as tears raced down my face.

“That is not all bro… you gotta listen to this” Chopbellefull said. I reluctantly went back again and listened.

“He escaped? Why can’t you just carry out simple tasks. Those two are worthless to me if the fair rat isn’t among them. Who will clean up the mess now? Nonsense!”

“Those were the ones I could tape” He said to me. “I guess you added the chip just to one of her phones?” He asked me

“Yes!” I nodded. I was weak and exhausted. I quietly walked up the sofa in the parlor and crawled up it. I was tired, I was sad with a painful headache destroying my head.

“What do you do now?” Chopbelle asked me

“I just want to sleep, I will reason an answer in my dreams” I said as I dozed off with full speed.

I woke up with a feeling of hunger, anger and dejection. I was down but refused to be out. I strolled to the kitchen and found a huge amount of rice in the pot. I wondered why such a meal would be left wasting just like that. I quickly found a plate and served myself. I later realized why there was such of huge quantity of rice in the pot.

“Omo who cook this food?” I shouted as I spat out the little in my mouth

“You no go happy say you see food? They give you this type for Malaysia abi Indonesia where you go?” I smiled and quietly returned the food back where I saw it. I came back and continued to lay on the sofa. It was already night, and I watched a little movie and dozed off again.



The next morning I woke up a little bit refreshed. It was late about 10:00am in the morning. Chopbellefull had gone to work already so I was the only person left at home.

“Don’t make a call with your phone” I remembered the words of Chopbellefull as I was tempted to call him and enquire about his whereabouts.

I quickly checked my favorite news site to catch up on breaking news around the globe. Right there on the homepage, I saw a terrible news titled ‘18 Nigerians faces Execution in Indonesia.’

I quickly ran through the news to make sure that Myles and Wind’s name were not written there. I didn’t see any specific name, so I continued to hope for the best outcome.

Weeks passed and I was living like a prisoner right in the house. My best friend became my phone. I couldn’t call anyone and I couldn’t receive any call. Everyday became a regular routine of eat, browse, watch movies, sleep and keep browsing. Life was boring, as I couldn’t leave the house at all. I continued to keep tabs on my new enemy but nothing was coming forth from the only phone I managed to tap. The line had been dormant for weeks now with no incoming and outgoing calls on it.

Just when I thought that life would get better, we saw a breaking news on the television.

FOUR NIGERIANS EXECUTED BY FIRING SQUAD IN INDONESIA OVER DRUG TRAFFICKING

I carefully looked at the names on the screen of the television. None of them was familiar to me.

“Thank God” I muttered to myself. Then I paused… before I screamed a loud “Jesus!” and ran back to the T.V and had my eyes glued as the showed the faces of the Nigerians that were executed.

Tears rolled down my eyes and not before long, I broke down in tears and rolled right there on the ground. I cried my hearts off. Then I remembered…

“Is wind your real name sef?”

“hahahaha… not at all, na my guy name. My real name na Silvester Obiekwe Nwolise”

“You nko Myles. Shea you be Yoruba boy?”

“Yes oo… Emi omo Yoruba dada!! My name is Raheem Agbaje Salami”

I remembered the above conversations we had on our trip to Brazil and I continued to cry and wail right there on the floor. Myles was gone… Wind too was gone. They continued to air out their pictures on the local T.V station. I cried till there was no longer strength in me to cry again. My voice was lost and all my energy gone. I brought out my phone and scrolled through our pictures and I went back to crying again.

“After this trip, not even death will make me to do this kind of thing again” I remembered Myles saying on the plane to Indonesia.

“Madam Grace why!!!” I continued to moan and wail. I was in that state when Chopbellefull finally came back home from work.

“Guy! Wetin happen?” He asked as he bent low to check my heart rate and feel my temperature. I was too weak to talk, so I stayed there staring at him.

“Wetin happen na?” He asked curiously

“They have killed them!” I said with a weak voice.

“Killed who?” He asked as he shook my body to get a response.

“My guys wey we follow go this last one” I spoke as I battled hard to clean the tears that were racing down my eyes to my cheek. Chopbellefull stood up looking dumbfounded. He had nothing to say, he quietly walked away quietly towards the bedroom.

All of a sudden, I jerked up from the ground, scrolled through my contacts and copied out a number. I quickly went in to meet chopbellefull and requested for his phone.

“Wetin you wan do?” He asked curiously and scared

“Just give me the phone” I asked him. He reluctantly gave me the phone and I moved with it to the parlor.

“Hello Bro?” I said as soon as the receiver picked up the phone.

“Who is this?” He asked

“Code name zero” I introduced myself.

“Where have you been?” He asked

“I will tell you when we see. Meet me at the Palace hotel today at Iyana-paja this night” I said to him

“Yes bro” He responded as I terminated the call immediately. I rushed straight to the bathroom to take my shower. It was time to have a date with destiny… and I must fulfill my part of it.

To Be Continued!
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Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by BiafranBushBoy: 9:12pm On Apr 06, 2017
Sorry for the delay guys!!

http://topwritersden.com/diary-of-a-heartbroken-hustler-2/31/

Now is the time!
Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by wind10(m): 10:56pm On Apr 06, 2017
Finally u got hold of dat foolish woman
Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by albacete(m): 5:21am On Apr 07, 2017
This episode sweet die oo. Hope say u no kill us with suspense this time around.

People, coman see.
Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by albacete(m): 5:22am On Apr 07, 2017
wind10:
Finally u got hold of dat foolish woman
Bros, i think say dem don kpeme u? cheesy cheesy cheesy
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Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by Nobody: 3:26pm On Apr 07, 2017
Nice story but i Lost interest at d gay part
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Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by Nobody: 8:57pm On Apr 07, 2017
BiafranBushBoy:
Sorry for the delay guys!!
http://topwritersden.com/diary-of-a-heartbroken-hustler-2/31/
Now is the time!
bush abeg suspense no.good now sha oo
Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by haryomikun(m): 1:54pm On Apr 08, 2017
Datapoboi:
Nice story but i Lost interest at d gay part
I swear mehn undecided
Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by haryomikun(m): 1:55pm On Apr 08, 2017
BiafraBushBoy Is this your true life story?
Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by wind10(m): 10:30pm On Apr 08, 2017
albacete:
Bros, i think say dem don kpeme u? cheesy cheesy cheesy
lolzzzz..... I resurrect again grin grin
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Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by ChopBellefull(m): 10:48am On Apr 09, 2017
albacete:
Bros, i think say dem don kpeme u? cheesy cheesy cheesy
Lol.. Wind don go, na me dey game nw... Watchout hw i play safe grin cheesy
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Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by albacete(m): 12:41pm On Apr 09, 2017
ChopBellefull:
Lol.. Wind don go, na me dey game nw... Watchout hw i play safe grin cheesy
Madam Grace and her goons are coming for you. U are their next target
Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by ChopBellefull(m): 2:28pm On Apr 09, 2017
albacete:
Madam Grace and her goons are coming for you. U are their next target
Ok na... Lets see hw it goes... Biafra oya me ngwa ngwa... No time
Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by BiafranBushBoy: 11:32pm On Apr 09, 2017
I reached the hotel and checked into one of the rooms using a name I haven’t seen before.

“How long are you staying Sir?” The receptionist asked me as she held onto her receipt book

“Two weeks” I responded with a cute smile.



“Will you be expecting people?” She asked again. “Hey listen!” I called out to her leaning over her counter. “I am gonna pay for this place for two weeks. Anybody coming, you will have to seek my permission first” I said to her. She nodded and went down to write the receipt for the room.

“Make it three weeks” I interrupted her action as she slowly looked up at me.

“Sir the amount would…”

“Make it a month” I interrupted once again. She went mute and continued with what she was supposed to write.

“Here is the receipt sir” She said and handed it my way. I collected and glanced through the receipt cost before handing her over my Debit Card. She quickly inserted it into the POS and performed the necessary transactions before handing over the card to me.

“Thanks” I said with a smile and moved outside the reception.

“One, Zero is speaking” I said as soon as I dialed the number and he picked.

“I will be waiting for you at the hotel palace like I said. So come around”

I went back to the reception and sat on the chair waiting patiently and passed away time by watching the news cast on the T.V.

15 minutes later, he was right there with me in the reception area.

“Longest time bro” He said as we exchanged pleasantries and hugged each other tightly.

“Down to business” I said as I moved up and moved outside the hotel premises to a nearby hotel just opposite the palace hotel.

“You came with the money I asked for” I asked him

“Yes” He said as he brought out the bag and searched around for the money. He finally saw it and handed it over to me. We quickly moved to the nearby hotel and I paid for a room there. I took a vintage position where I could have a nice view of the Palace Hotel.

“Hey listen, I am expecting no one, so please assume that I never entered your hotel” I pleaded with the young man at the reception.

“Oya show me some love na” He said with a smile. I quickly drew out some few thousands and gave to him. I was about to use the stairs when he quickly alerted my attention.

“Wait oga, let me off the CCTV’s on the stairs and hallways. I quickly jerked back and watched him do his thing himself. I quickly climbed up the stairs to the assigned room and dropped my bag before coming down to meet with my hommie that was waiting down for me.

“Aiight bro, you would need to go back to the room and do like we have talked about. He nodded and we split ways as he went to replace me in the other place as I handed over my phone to him and collected his own phone.

****The next morning****

The sound of the sirens in the neighborhood was enough to blast the ears of a deaf man to become deaf again. It kept on with it’s loud noise. I quickly peeped through my window and had a clear view of what was going on. The police had parked outside the Palace hotel and many of their officers lurking around with heavy ammunitions.

I maintained a clear view from my windows and knew exactly how it was going to play out. It wasn’t long before I saw them drag my friend out from the hotel gate. He was standing in front of a police van before the person whom the gods so loved came out of her car.

Madam Grace looked at him in shock. I could see mutters and facial expressions and it wasn’t a nice one from her. She looked at the police officer in disappointment and waved hands at them in a fierce manner. After a while, the policeman whispered something to her ears and my friend was escorted into her own car.

“Hello Chopbellefull” I spoke into my phone as soon as he picked the call.

“Any signal?”

“Not yet, just keep calm” He responded. The policemen had driven off the arena and it was and the area became as cool as a graveyard. Just then my phone rang and it was a call from Chopbellefull.

“Signal is on, we are tracking them” He said.

“Yes!!!” As I thumped my fist up the air.

“That was her personal car” I said to him.

“Ok bro, I am keeping tabs.” He responded back. I stayed for a while moving round the room with nothing in my mind. I strolled up the bathroom and back to the bed. I switched on the television and moved back and forth. Sweat was running down my face and I was visualizing what might be going on wherever my friend that was abducted by the police was facing.

I brought out my phone and dialed Chopbellefull’s number. It rang and after few seconds, he picked up his call.

“I left about 20k under the rug in the room. Use it and visit the police station and bail him” I said to him

“No probs” He responded. “Do you know any Continental hotel on the Island?” He asked

“Yes na… it is a popular hotel” I responded

“That is where she is currently” He said.

“Just go bail him out tomorrow, there is a lot that needs to be taken care off” I said to him and went straight for the door to checkout who knocked.

“Later” I said to Chopbellefull.

“How far” I said to the receptionist as soon as I opened the door.

“Should I get you food?” He asked

“Sure…anything” I said to him and closed the door back as soon as he left. I finally got settled on the sofa and continued to watch one of the programs on DSTV. I heard a knock again and went ahead to receive my food. I went back to watching the boring program till I finally fell asleep.



A knock on the door woke me up that morning and I quietly remained silent inside the room. The knocking persisted and I crawled up to get the phone I was with. It was almost past 11’o clock; I wondered who was at the door but I failed to go check it out. The knocking continued till the person called out my name. I recognized the voice and went to answer the door.

“You would have called me” I said to him and Chopbellefull

“I threw away the phone” He said “They tapped it” He said because they knew I would contact you. I nodded my head gently as he explained. I hyperventilated and went back to my sofa. Chopbellefull quickly rushed to the fridge to help himself out.

“Come, you no get drink for here?” He queried

“I go pursue you commot here oo” I warned him jokingly.

“What next bro?” He asked me

“You should also know that I was meant to sign an undertaking that nothing would happen to the woman” He said

“You signed it?” I shouted

“Yes, but forget about it; I will be fine. I always have your back bro” He said to me.

“Shitt!!” I cussed as I kicked the little table in my front.

“Forget about that, what’s next?” He asked.

“Yeap, what is next” Chopbellefull added with his mouth stuffed with an Apple fruit.

“We will move out tonight” I said to them

“Where?” They asked in unison.

“Just keep calm and wait” I answered them. “Where does the tracker reads?” I asked!

******Clock ticking***** 8:53*****

We were dressed and patiently waiting for our cab man to come around. Finally he came around.

“Quilux” I said to him and paid him immediately the amount he requested for.

I was dressed in an all black attire with a face cap and a dark glasses. Chopbellefull and the other guy was dressed in the same attire but without glasses.

We arrived Quilux and stationed the cab man just few meters away from the car we had the tracker on.

“You remember what I told you? I alerted the taxi guy

With a smile on his face, he responded “No problem, I dey kampe”

I and the other guys walked closer to the car and found out it was indeed her own. Chopbellefull decided to go back to the taxi so as to have an uninterrupted session with his computer.

“She is on a call now” Chopbellefull said to me on phone.

“Jesus, she is coming with her child to this club”

“What?!” I yelled lightly. I quickly dashed back to the taxi and left the other guy fixing what he wanted to fix to the tire of the car.

“She is about to seal up a deal with some drug people, so she will be buying from them at this club and taking it back to her house” Chopbellefull explained.

“What that what she said on phone?” I asked to double check

“Yes!” He responded.

“We wait” I said!

“Are you done?” I called the other guy on phone

“Yes!” He said

“Return back to the taxi” I ordered him!



*****Clock ticking**** 2:52 am******

“Hey bro!” Chopbellefull said with a very low voice as he tapped me. “They are moving” He whispered.

I gently woke up and alerted the driver’s attention. He allowed them move a little bit further before he ignited the car and we trailed them from behind!

We continued to trail them till we got to a lonely path along the road to Ajah.

“Where do you think they are going?” Chopbellefull asked me

“Shrine” I responded with a smirk on my face.

“Idiot” He said with laughter and fell on my body.

“Now!” I said to that guy. He immediately took hold of a remote and tapped a button on it, and there went a light blast at the two back tires of the car in front of us. They struggled for control till there car finally came to a halt close to a bushy path.

“Slow down your pace driver”

“Don’t move yet” I told them “We need to see the people inside the car” I explained to them. They all alighted from the car and there was just about three people inside the car excluding the driver, two men and a woman.

“Look at the bastard” I said with a smile

“Move closer” I told the driver as I brought out the pistol inside my bag. We closed down on them and we immediately jumped out of the car and headed straight towards their direction. The driver shone his headlight and them clearly revealing the weapon in my possession.

“Lie down” I said gently to them with a different accent. They simply obeyed and then…

Watch out for the next Episode…

To Be Continued.

***** “Are you the driver?”*****

“It’s been a while Sir?” I said to him spanking and knocking his head*****
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Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by BiafranBushBoy: 11:33pm On Apr 09, 2017
http://topwritersden.com/diary-of-a-heartbroken-hustler-2/32/

Karma does not have a menu... It serves you what you deserve. angry
Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by BiafranBushBoy: 11:36pm On Apr 09, 2017
Datapoboi:
Nice story but i Lost interest at d gay part
lol... shiit happens in life. Seems you have never been to a prison before?

They will gay the hell out of you cheesy

Enjoy the story bro. It has almost ended wink
Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by albacete(m): 12:46am On Apr 10, 2017
Guy u are mean. See how u dealt with Oga Paul

BiafranBushBoy:
lol... shiit happens in life. Seems you have never been to a prison before?

They will gay the hell out of you cheesy

Enjoy the story bro. It has almost ended wink
Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by wind10(m): 9:20am On Apr 10, 2017
ChopBellefull:
Lol.. Wind don go, na me dey game nw... Watchout hw i play safe grin cheesy
lolzzzz....... Play safe oo
Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by Nobody: 2:52pm On Apr 10, 2017
BiafranBushBoy:
lol... shiit happens in life. Seems you have never been to a prison before?
They will gay the hell out of you cheesy
Enjoy the story bro. It has almost ended wink
kudos bush......

wat happened to Madam's son
Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by BiafranBushBoy: 3:28pm On Apr 10, 2017
Drabeey:
kudos bush......


wat happened to Madam's son
You will soon get to know!!

Hang on for updates!!
Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by waluga(m): 3:31pm On Apr 10, 2017
eleyi gidi gan oooo

action movie on point
Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by Ifecoded(m): 7:39pm On Apr 10, 2017
Guy why? Why nah?? Come update nah, wetin happen? I go vex spoil ma phone o..
Oya update now now now.
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