Starberg:
You people too get wahala. Do you think description is easy. If it's easy why not not create a thread to post your story. Both the sender and poster did well... After all, you are not oiling her account. Please continue your good work, I am a linguist, I know how daunting and tasking description is to narration.

Hey, we understand discription is not easy, thats why we ain't writing any stories. But, since she started already, we were just giving our own thoughts on how its supposed to be done, besides anything worth doing, is worth doing well. No harm intended dear

Khriztarl:

Hey, we understand discription is not easy, thats why we ain't writing any stories. But, since she started already, we were just giving our own thoughts on how its supposed to be done, besides anything worth doing, is worth doing well. No harm intended dear

Some of you are so funny... Some are just literally blind. What do you know about description? Please read the type of narrative techniques, before you assert your opinion on how a writer should give vivid description.

Please nobody should quote me again oh... because I am here to enjoy how Captain will smash Melody after they get married... hahahaha.

Okay, it has been confirmed, they are both in love with each other.

Their father is finally awake. well done OP
Please, no more argument, i want to enjoy the story mbok.

Starberg, u know. This life na small thing, sleep, wakeup, read damselposh's post, eat, criticize, suggest, play, accept criticism, laugh, say whats on your mind, accept whats on another's mind, explore the world with ur phone, stay at home, hug mum and sleep again. No need to over stress things, no need to cause conflicts, no need to cry over solved issues. Arguing with mhizv, listening to akinwale14 that said he wants to bomb us , accepting damselposh and preshbeauty's Apologies should be done with love and happiness. There's no need to get fraustrated, angry, depressed or aggressive. You only live ones. Stop overhyping things. You would find out they don't even matter. Lets just order popcorn, read and be happy.

Khriztarl:
Starberg, u know. This life na small thing, sleep, wakeup, read damselposh's post, eat, criticize, suggest, play, accept criticism, laugh, say whats on your mind, accept whats on another's mind, explore the world with ur phone, stay at home, hug mum and sleep again. No need to over stress things, no need to cause conflicts, no need to cry over solved issues. Arguing with mhizv, listening to akinwale14 that said he wants to bomb us , accepting damselposh and preshbeauty's Apologies should be done with love and happiness. There's no need to get fraustrated, angry, depressed or aggressive. You only live ones. Stop overhyping things. You would find out they don't even matter. Lets just order popcorn, read and be happy.

Lol

Khriztarl:
Starberg, u know. This life na small thing, sleep, wakeup, read damselposh's post, eat, criticize, suggest, play, accept criticism, laugh, say whats on your mind, accept whats on another's mind, explore the world with ur phone, stay at home, hug mum and sleep again. No need to over stress things, no need to cause conflicts, no need to cry over solved issues. Arguing with mhizv, listening to akinwale14 that said he wants to bomb us , accepting damselposh and preshbeauty's Apologies should be done with love and happiness. There's no need to get fraustrated, angry, depressed or aggressive. You only live ones. Stop overhyping things. You would find out they don't even matter. Lets just order popcorn, read and be happy.

Lol

Ewoooo, na me cause this one now. Make una no just vex.

Starberg:



Mr or Miss... I am not sure you are anywhere near the corridor of literature to tell you the type of Narrative techniques a writer can use. I don't care whether you call it fair critic on the piece or not, you can't force a writer to use a particular narrative technique to suit your reading pleasure.


From a Linguist point of view, that piece was originally written by the writer. But for the case of hanging to 1tenth audience, she had to shift the blame on the person that posted it. To some audience, indepth description could make a piece so boring and uninteresting. That was why Alexandra Pope in his poem Criticism, castigated some writers for over stressing their readers/audience just to show them their writing prowess, but end up making it a ballistic piece.


For your information, we have people from different disciplines reading it. Olarotimi wrote better than Wole Soyinka in their chosen genre, but who is taking the glory? Even the unreadable and cumbersome prose written by Wole Soyinka; The Interpreter, was classified as one of the best prose fiction, of which, if it were Chinua Achebe that wrote it, it would be downplayed.


What you are diving into, is the work of Stylisticians to unravelled. Your duty here is to read, and pass your comment on the story and not the writer.

All am saying is.. What is worth doing, is worth doing well..

Am not going to reply you anymore.. I do not want to derial this thread..

EkopSparoAyara:


All am saying is.. What is worth doing, is worth doing well..

Am not going to reply you anymore.. I do not want to derial this thread..

have told you not to quote me biko. You don't even deserve to be quoted but I sha will follow your SIGNATURE

Finally, their father is awake

Things ar falling into place. I blv the brother na im next then d stalker go hear word... Thanks Damselposh 4 giving us something 2 enjoy,talk abt,argue abt nd accept. More please. Abeg Ujunwa the pop corn never reach this side, our own don finish na only wine remain

Beautiful

damselposh Hope no problem?
please update,I'm starving.

Damselposh is busy again, and she wouldn't give preshbeauty to update because she's scared we might end up quarrelling again. That's so sad.

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE



It was early in the morning, Melody woke up with a yawn, she searched around for the Tecno camon 12 pro that Joel got for her the previous day, she checked the time, it was 7:15 am, she hurriedly got up and went downstairs to the kitchen. She let out a full breath, that was the first time she would be entering the kitchen. The kitchen was stocked up with adequate utensils. she smiled and admired the settings of the kitchen starting from the wall painted blue to the kitchen utensils and then the four burner gas placed at the extreme close to the cupboard, the big deep freezer close to the door, the wooden hanger for hanging spoons hung above the gas cooker, and then the big cupboard that contained the foodstuffs. she smiled again, "it was really good to have money" she thought, Then she gathered the dishes and packed them in the sink. just as she was about to pour water into the sink, Joel called her name from the doorway, she dropped a ceramic plate and it got shattered.



"Gosh, are you okay?" Joel asked running to where she stood.


"You scared me, why did you sneak up on me like that?" she asked bending to pick up the broken plate.


"Don't touch it, I will pack it myself" Joel said heading to where the broom was kept, he collected it, turned around only to see Melody still crouched on the floor, he rolled his eyes and walked towards her.


"You are really stubborn you know?, i told you to let it be" Joel said going to get the packer.


"Ouch" Melody cried out flinging her hand in the air in a painful manner.



"You this stubborn Yoruba woman, i told you to let it be" Joel said running back to where she stood, "Let me see" he said holding her hand, he blew air on the wound and then stared at her, she had traces of gathered tears in her eyes. "Is it painful?, should we go to the hospital?" he asked caressing her thumb.



"What? you really know how to waste money, who goes to the hospital for such a small wound?, it is not even bleeding" she sniffed and chuckled at the same time.



"You are stubborn, I told you not to touch the plate" Joel said still caressing her thumb.



"I broke it so I guess I should be the one to pack it" she muttered while scratching her head with her other hand.


"Who even told you to come to the kitchen? did anyone tell you to do the dishes?" Joel asked dropping her hand softly.



"I am used to running errands for people and you already accommodated me, clothed and fed me, so I guess the least I could do was to do the dishes this early before anyone wakes up because your Mom wouldn't have loved it if she had seen me doing any of the house chores" she shrugged.



"Well I think you should stop guessing then because you always guess it wrong" Joel chuckled going back to take the packer.


"But I want to do something, my hands are itching, i am used to doing something with them" she said with a pout.


"Listen to me babe, you are a guest here, you don't need to do anything around the house" Joel said crouching with the packer to pack the broken plate.


"Yes sir" Melody answered with a blush, he had called her "babe".


" I want you to get dressed, we would be going out later, like in two hours time " Joel said pouring the pieces of the broken plate into the trashcan.


"But where are we going to?" Melody asked with a shrug.



"Somewhere" Joel answered with a wink.

Ujunwa14:
Okay, it has been confirmed, they are both in love with each other.


Their father is finally awake. well done OP

Please, no more argument, i want to enjoy the story mbok.

Thanks babe

Khriztarl:
Starberg, u know. This life na small thing, sleep, wakeup, read damselposh's post, eat, criticize, suggest, play, accept criticism, laugh, say whats on your mind, accept whats on another's mind, explore the world with ur phone, stay at home, hug mum and sleep again. No need to over stress things, no need to cause conflicts, no need to cry over solved issues. Arguing with mhizv, listening to akinwale14 that said he wants to bomb us , accepting damselposh and preshbeauty's Apologies should be done with love and happiness. There's no need to get fraustrated, angry, depressed or aggressive. You only live ones. Stop overhyping things. You would find out they don't even matter. Lets just order popcorn, read and be happy.

lol, tell them ooo

Ann2012:
Finally, their father is awake

yea

enirock:
Things ar falling into place. I blv the brother na im next then d stalker go hear word... Thanks Damselposh 4 giving us something 2 enjoy,talk abt,argue abt nd accept. More please. Abeg Ujunwa the pop corn never reach this side, our own don finish na only wine remain

lol, oya come and read, I yaff updated.

Tonyspecial:
Beautiful

thanks

Akinwale14:
damselposh Hope no problem?
please update,I'm starving.

I yaff updated

Khriztarl:
Damselposh is busy again, and she wouldn't give preshbeauty to update because she's scared we might end up quarrelling again. That's so sad.

lol, I yaff updated dear, come and read.

damselposh:



I yaff updated

I don see am,thanks

Thanks for the update damsel.

Khriztarl:
Damselposh is busy again, and she wouldn't give preshbeauty to update because she's scared we might end up quarrelling again. That's so sad.

lol, i won't even make that type of mistake again.

Bia captain, tell Melody how you feel already, you are making her heart beat pass the normal rate.


well done OP

damselposh:



lol, I yaff updated dear, come and read.

"stubborn yoruba woman" this update got me smiling to myself.

Aunty damelposh thank you for such a wonderful story God bless

Preshbeauty:


lol, i won't even make that type of mistake again.

Ofcourse you won't babes. Some people go kee you. Lol

Lol, "stubborn Yoruba woman."
well done damsel

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR


Joel stood beside his car waiting for Melody to come out from the house, he checked his wrist watch, it was already 9:20 am, he sighed and wondered what was keeping Melody inside, his phone rung, he dipped his hand into his trouser pocket and brought it out checking the caller ID and "Detective" stared back at him, he touched the green button and slid it to the left.



"Hello detective, good morning" Joel spoke into the receiver.



"Morning captain, hope your night was lovely?" the person at the other end asked.



"Yea, it was, what about yours?" Joel asked with his eyes still fixed at the entrance of the building.



"Very well captain, i need you to come pick me up right now, we would be going somewhere" he spoke hastily.



"Wait detective, slow down first, where are we going to and what happened to your own car?" Joel asked turning around, his back turned against the building.



"Well, the young man i told you about just called me, he said he has an update for me and i want us to go in the same car because am not really familiar with the address he sent to me, you can still meet me up somewhere so that we can go in my own car, which ever way you want it, just one car is needed." he explained without missing a word.



"Okay, where are you?" Joel asked with a sigh.



"Am along Godwin Nwosa Lane, am standing at the main road at the moment but i will be going to a restaurant to wait for you, when you get here you call me" he spoke from the other end.



"Okay, i will be right there shortly, just give me few minutes" Joel said with a frown on his face. He remembered Melody and wondered yet again what was keeping her, he turned around to go into the house but met her already standing in front of the house, she was dressed in a red body hug rubber gown with a black sandals, her natural hair combed and packed to the side, her face void of any make up but still shone bright and then her phone in her hand, Joel's jaw dropped as he drooled.



"Am sorry i kept you waiting, i was searching for an appropriate outfit to wear" Melody said while walking towards him.



"I was about going to meet you before you came out, am sorry, but there is a change of plan" Joel said scratching his head, he didn't know how to tell her that he wouldn't be taking her out anymore.



"What is the problem? we won't be going out again?" she asked feeling bad.



"I just got a call from the detective helping me out with my ex fiance's case, he said i should meet him somewhere, we would be going out" Joel replied with a sigh.



"Oh is that it?" Melody asked looking away.



"Am sorry, we will go out tomorrow but you can still tag along with me now, you won't be doing anything at home anyways and besides, i wouldn't want your dressing to be in vain" Joel said raking his hand through his hair.



"Oh okay, but i don't want to disturb you though, so i think i should just stay back" she said casually.



"Which one is disturb again? you are not disturbing anybody, just hop in the car and let's go" Joel said opening the door for her, she smiled at him and entered comfortable, Joel walked around to the other side of the car, got in and drove out of the compound.









The stalker followed suit as the soldier's car got out of the compound, he chuckled, he knew he was going mad, the reason he would leave the important things he had to do just to monitor his new victim, he shrugged stepping on the accelerator. His phone beeped, he partly stared at it and gritted his teeth. Shortly after, his phone rung, he picked up and connected it to the speaker in his car.



"Hello Ezenwa" the person at the other end bellowed.


"Hello Ambler, before you start, i know what you want to say, just give me a little time, i will gather the documents for you please" the stalker said still fixing his gaze on the road.



"You know i don't have much time right? I might leave the country any moment from now and if i don't get the documents? that means the deal is off" the other person said.



"I understand very well Ambler, i will try my best to get them before you leave the country, just give me little time, i wouldn't want to lose a deal of 26 billion naira" the stalker replied swerving the car to the left.



"Okay fine, i give you just two weeks and after that? the deal is off" the other person said disconnecting the call.




"Okenwa you are daring me, if i lose this deal because of you, i swear i will shred you into pieces" he growled. Then, he noticed the soldier's car had come to a halt, he slowed down too and watch as another man joined in the backseat of the car, he calmed down and followed up again as the car sped up.


He gritted his teeth again and said, "I only blame my stupid father for giving his bastard son his documents to keep" he spoke angrily but then smiled again, "May the creator bless the day i found out that you are a bastard Okenwa" he said with a grin.




Few years ago

********


Ezenwa had gone to meet his father that afternoon concerning the money for his textbooks which he promised him, when he got to the door, his father was having a conversation with someone, he decided to go and check the old man later, but when he heard his name, he decided to stay back and eavesdrop.



"What about Ezenwa?" the person asked Ezenwa's father.


"Who is Ezenwa?" the old man asked with a hiss.



"I mean your first son" the person said.



"That good for nothing useless boy? good at nothing?, am not willing any of my properties to him" the old sneered.



"Okay sir, but that doesn't change the fact that he is your first son, your biological son for that matter" the person said.


Ezenwa raised his brows in confusion wondering what the person meant by "biological son" but he didn't wonder for long as his father started talking again.



"He might be my biological son, i don't care, everything i have goes to Okenwa, he has proven himself over the years and he will handle the family business very well, Ezenwa gets nothing from me" The old man said with a note of finality.


"Sir even if it is one of your houses, one of your hotels, or even a subtle amount of money, just will to him, no matter how you try to justify the case, Okenwa is not your biological son, his family might even come for him one day" the person advised.



"So are you now my personal adviser or my lawyer?" the old man asked irritated.



"Am sorry sir" he apologized.



"I will ever be grateful to God for making me find Okenwa along the road, he is the best son anyone could ask for" the old man said with a smile.



"Okay sir" the other person replied with a shrug.





The stalker flinched and held tightly to the steering. "You hated me Dad and loved your bastard son, i will make sure i sell your properties, the ones you willed to your favorite son and i will squander the money" he grinned wickedly while concentrating fully on his driving.