extremelygolden:
IMO, I think we should encourage Topher052 more by buying his e-book titled, Sexual Healing.

To me, it is not enough to thank him verbally for the free stories he has been dishing out all these years.

For him not to have sent out a "thank you" message to us shows that the patronage is very poor.

Since we can't invite him for a hangout and daze him with beer and fresh fish pepper soup , let us therefore do something else to encourage him by buying his e-book. The content is for our good sef.

Please, it's just me thinking aloud.

BankyGee, Nicklaus619, Gly, Brigokos, and the rest of his fans, wetin una think nah? Am I making sense? Should I increase the volume?

Thank you.

Exactly @extremelygolden, this is a laudable concept. Let everyone of us get a copy as a way of encouraging him. I do not know the price but I surely know it will not be expensive. Topher has given more than enough to everyone of us. it is not enough to say God bless, but in way, this is kind of patronage shows we mean the God bless you we normally tell him.

I will advice topher to post excerpts from his book here

That book is damn rich
And I have learnt a great deal reading part..
Like

I need to settle down and read it well

Nayo08:


pardon my brother

Nah.... He has got get a taste of what ghost Apprenticeship is.

I've got his details. Strategizing on how to get next.

@Topher052 I wants the book and how do I get it ,

Nice one topher052, good, wonderful and a master piece, tuale baba

royalguy123:
@Topher052 I wants the book and how do I get it ,

Royalguy123 you have my number, call me. Or send me an email nebechris052@gmail.com.

Greenarrow01:
I will advice topher to post excerpts from his book here

That book is damn rich
And I have learnt a great deal reading part..
Like

I need to settle down and read it well

Thanks. I'm most happy to know you found its content rich.

EPISODE ELEVEN

The men reeked of decay as they pushed us recklessly forward. I held on the Jeremy's hand firmly as we forged ahead.

Suddenly, some of the hostages in front pointed at their left murmuring something within themselves before one of our captors bellowed some gibberish, pushed them and flogged some with a stick. I followed the direction and saw the tail part of the plane. The first thing that came to mind was Daniela, I was almost moved to run over their and check then I cautioned myself when I saw the menacing eyes of the tall man beside me.

We had walked over two hours, I had to hang Jeremy on my neck. I could hear the little fellow praying his dad hurrys up with the cops and rescue us. He was obviously famished and kept crying out for water in his thought, though he never mentioned it to me. What I wouldn't do to give him some to drink.

We started approaching the sound of a drum playing and voices echoing a demonic song, or so it sounded in my ear. One of our captors; a chubby man in full beards nodded his head and cried like a chicken. Others joined him with their bows and spears in the air.

As we came closer, the stench became unbearable. Few steps ahead, Jeremy grabbed my head was shaking. I wanted to ask him what the problem was when I saw a naked female corpse hung standing with a stake pierced from her vagina and out through her mouth. The gory sight made the females among us cried in fright. Our captors bullied them to shut up.

We walked into their settlement; the houses were built with woods and the roofs in grasses. Few more corpses laid on every angle, some of which was already decomposing, emitting a strong stench of decay.

There was a fire by the corner where some naked women and girls were roasting a corpse across a fire, they seemed so excited to see us and beamed friendly smiles at us.

Everyone that weren't covered in mods looked like red Indians. There were more of them, like over a hundred coming out to see us.

As our captors moved us in a single file,there was a happy mood in the air. Some of the grown ups would touch us and smile nodding happily. Their kids would hit us and runaway, one very cute kid, a girl of about Jeremy's age touched me and smiled, then moved to touch the hostess in front of me.

I gently brought the petrified boy down from my neck that now ached badly and comforted him.

" nobody is going to touch you. I'm here". I said and he nodded looking around frighteningly at the people coming to see and touch us.

They stopped us and were now separating us in two different groups. One of the men wanted to push Jeremy to the other group, the little boy cried like someone who was about to be thrown into a hot boiling oil. I held on to his hand stretching towards me and didn't know when I landed a punch on the face of the man, immediately blood gushed out from his nose. I pulled Jeremy away from his grip and hid him behind me moving backwards expecting to be jumped at.

The man looked up at me ominously and attacked with his spear. The spear came directly to my chest, I miraculously dodged it and held the man from behind on his waist.

I was expecting the rest would attack me but to to my surprise, they began chanting a very funny sound watching us keenly.

The man elbowed me twice on my nose, I bent under his smelly armpit and jacked him up on his waist, threw him hard with his back on floor.

Both of us laid on the floor struggling. He suddenly punched me unexpectedly, I fell by his side in time, he reached for his spear but I grabbed his hand , he bit me on the shoulder so hard I felt he could chop off my skin. I grabbed some sand in that confusion and poured on his face, he let go abruptly, I then grabbed the spear and wanted to stab him but sticks from different directions landed on my body, I had to throw the spear away before they stopped.

A very fat man in full beards and long twisted hair, came from behind with two young boys holding spears behind him. He was wearing a very dirty trouser which has lost it's true color over the years around his waist. He spoke some angry gibberish to the man now standing on his feet and turned to me, then to Jeremy who held on to my leg. He turned to the men and commanded something before leaving.

I moved backwards as three men moved towards me, they grabbed my hands and pulled me away from Jeremy. I struggled with all my might, but they were way stronger. I watched as they pushed others away with Jeremy crying his guts out calling for me, but there was nothing I could do.

They dragged me to a different location and tied my hands to a stake then walked away.

I couldn't get a moment of peace thinking of Jeremy. Then they began their drumming, I heard a lady crying and begging, then she began muffling and nothing again.

Cold goosebumps covered my body when I imagined they had killed her. I prayed it wasn't Daniela.

Footsteps approaching made me worried. Two men surfaced, loosened the rope and dragged me towards the drum.

The place was crowded with people around a fire. I saw few ladies who looked at me expressionlessly and returned their focus to cutting open the stomach of a lady.

I turned away in fear and saw in front of me a table with fresh blood on it and a man waiting with a huge knife in his hand. My heart stopped beating, I felt like I was suffocating.

hmmmm!!!!!!!!

Thanks man that was thrilling keep em flowing u the man bro

God blesss u 4 dis update... But u can't jst kip me hanging here la

this episode is scary 😌

@op this episode is scary but it's too short,it's unlike you, please let it be a little bit lengthy thanks.

interesting story


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Ayaff land topher052, I dey with you always .
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EPISODE 12

As we were nudging closer to the table or bench, well, it looked like both with blood stain on it. Fear took over of me and I began struggling for my life hoping to break free and escape, but the men were way stronger.

Like a child, they hauled me on the table. Two others joined them; two on my legs and two on my hands. I watched as the beast of a human; fat with a protruded tummy, short fat hands that could not wrap his tummy, face covered with hairs. Raised the knife up with his eyes in the moon speaking something that sounded like incantations.

I had to think of something fast! I looked around desperately for a clue and I heard his thoughts.

Fat Cannibal: Lula Lula, cafa cafe , labonga! Estimo heptis latinga!

I immediately shouted with all my might "Lula Lula, cafa cafe , labonga! Estimo heptis latinga!"

The crowd went silent and turned to me. I was now breathing heavily, looking both sides hoping I haven't infuriated them.

The fat man dropped the knife looking at me surprisingly.

Fat Cannibal: hiti tinda tuna yaba hada?

I turned to him and repeated what I heard him thinking. He moved away from me frightfully and the men holding my limps let go abruptly.

" katika lopotunga!" The fat man yelled pointing at me dreadfully.

Everyone turned me with curious stare. I sat up and turned to one of the guys that pinned me down earlier, listened to his thoughts and repeated. " zixta luinop kaka oats!"

The guy gasped and moved away from me. I looked around the crowd and spotted a lady moving backwards dreadfully and repeated what she was thinking. " jip, hiko lopox".

Her eyes opened in surprise and she screamed. " hita! Hita!"

The crowd immediately gathered around me looking curiously.

Then the chief; I presume he should be, the fat man in dirty trouser came through with the boys with him. He turned to the fat executioner who was still eyeing me dreadfully and asked something in 'bush language'. The fat executioner explained with every ounce of energy in him.

The chief moved closer to me and I repeated what I heard him thinking: talo ziba hita jip Hilo

The chief was obviously thrilled. He held his chest in surprise and moved two steps backwards from me and said something faintly to one of the boys with him. The boy turned and ran off.

I stood looking at the eyes' staring at me as though they just saw a ghost for the first time. I slowly started moving backwards and the people behind moving away from me. I thought this as an avenue for escape, but before I could finish thinking it, the chief shouted pointing at me. Two men with spears wielded that spears at me ominously but were careful not to come closer. I respected myself and moved forward.

Few minutes later of having these eyes boring holes on me, a shouted sounded from a distance like a chant. The ladies screamed and took their Kids away from the crowd.

A short, slim, stricken old man who could not stand erect save with the aid of a walking stick. His legs were as thin as two standing bones, his gray hairs had few strands remaining, and his teeth were all gone! Not one remaining. The only thing he had on were some charms around his tiny waist and something like a mirror covering his dick with a sack bag hanging across his chest.

The boy walked patiently behind him until they stood in front of the chief.

The chief explained to the old man what happened pointing to me stylishly as he spoke. The old man who looked like a witch doctor nodded and took some glances at me behind him.

After the chief was done, the old man sluggishly walked up to me. I tried to listen to his thoughts but heard nothing. He was looking into my face as though to pick something off it. I was not comfortable with the stench oozing from him.

He grabbed my hand unexpectedly and opened my palm. I tried to moved my hand away but he was unbelievably strong, his hand was unmovable as I pulled. And as I clinched my hand, he bit my knuckles hard and i was forced to open it. He spat into my palm and licked off the spittle, then spat again and licked it off. He then looked at my palm circumspectly and traced one finger through the lines.

He dropped my hand nonchalantly without notice, turned to the chief and said something that made the chiefs face froze in shock. The old man repeated it nodding.

The chief immediately commanded two men speaking in their bush language. The men grabbed my arms and dragged me away. We walked some few yards before entering into one of the empty thatch houses, then dumped me there and stood at the door looking at me with their spears standing beside them. I sat wondering what the problem was.

Few minutes later,two naked young ladies with lovely bodies came in carrying little clay pots with them. They dropped the two pots in front of me and ran off.

I looked in the pot and saw watery soup with huge lumps of meats. My thought flashed back to the lady killed earlier, her face looking blank as the ladies cut her open, her screams... Immediately, the food that smelt like boiled meat with ginger now made me nausea. I moved away from the pot and turned my face from it fighting back the urge to vomit.

The men stood at the door post looking at me all night. I caught few sleeps and each time I woke up, they were still standing in same position.

The next morning, the guards took me to the chiefs palace, don't know what else to call it if not palace.

The palace was made of bamboo sticks and leafs over the roof. Two long bamboos arranged on the left as chair where five naked men sat. In the front, the chief sat on a bamboo cut in 25cm by 25cm with leafs on top.

I was made to stand in front of the chief. He adjusted himself like trying to make me know he was in charge, then said something to the men seated and turned to the guards, commanded something that made them drag me in front of the first man on the row seated with other men.

I turned around confused. The chief called my attention and demonstrated by pointing his chest, his ears and then pointed to me and men. He repeated it twice before I discovered what he meant. I strained my ears and heard the first man. I repeated what I heard. Then listened to the rest four and repeated what I heard.

Two of the men knelt down after I was done begging. The chief said something to the guards and the men screamed in despair. One made to runaway, one of the guards threw his spear at him, the spear dug into his back and he fell on his side crawling out, crying miserably.

The chief stood up saying some gibberish to the man in pain, walked slowly towards him, drew out the spear, ignoring the man's cry, then stabbed the man on his back severally until he was still.

The other man was still kneeling begging. The chief said something to the guards, they dragged him off as he screamed, yelling in tears.

I stood looking at the dead man on the floor. " what have I said?". I turned to the chief who was now chatting with the rest three like nothing happened.

You can now order for the book (SEXUAL HEALING) via whatsapp: 08138943767.

Please,how do I get to read the part one of this story..

[color=#990000] I finally meet up sha...

Gly, greenarrow01 and the third person who bought my book, please check your mails and send me a whatsapp acknowledgement.

Nice story line, got me awake all night

bro pls keep it up.�������������������������

oga topher weldone ooo pls how much is the book and also is there no hard copy

Nice one bro