nice to have you back. please when it gets to the part where you can Bleep again, mention me... edakun

Awesome
and Welcome back

Also please try not to put us in too much suspense it takes away the interest and can make one lost

21. THE DOG ATTENDANT BY DAROUS EMMANUEL.


The sounds coming from my surroundings begin to subside with each moment that passed as i feel myself being wheeled for about 5minutes until they stopped totally.

The weird thing that makes this whole thing more baffling and thought provoking for me is the unquestionable fact that, i could hear, i could sense faintly everything going on around me but i cant talk or see. I cant even think of anything, it was as if a larger part of my brain was dead or paralysed. I dont even know maybe my eyes were open or not at that very moment

During those weird periods, the events of my life begin to play before my very eyes. We can call that act from my brain as the last kicks of a dying horse. How i became this vulnerable to be used by anyone who feels i have wronged them in one way or the other is one of the main reasons why this was so painful to bear.

Only God knows what is happening to my life, only him can explain the reason why he choose to allow all these ugly occurences to keep on happening in my life. The son of thunder have really suffered in this world.

Going back to the gene(sis) or gene(bro) of my troubles, it all started in my attempt to get myself out of poverty, and in doing so, i slipped into something far more uncomfortable than poverty itself.

Tell me, how many times have i been drugged in my life? Three or four? I involuntarily became a regular customer to drugs.

The first time i was drugged was at the hotel where Beatrice and i went after our first meeting. Speaking of Beatrice, its been long since the last time i hear anything concerning her. I think she should still be in prison or in one godforsaken place sha. Thats that on that.

Chioma was the one who helped Adedoyin to drug me back then which automatically made Beatrice to become my sworn enemy. And again, speaking about Chioma, i forgot to tell you that she eventually survived the coma, but the bullet was still logged inside her spinal cord which have ultimately rendered her paralysed for life.

I dont know maybe to be happy with that but if you ask me, i will tell you Chioma deserved what she got. For all the pains she has brought to my life, she deserves far worse. Remember she had a hand in the death of Adedoyin and a whole lot of conspiracies that affected my life, so before you judge me for feeling happy about her condition, you should first ask that light-skinned bi*ch if her hand is ever clean.

The three good things that ever came out of my whole life dramas are the appearance of Therapist Sarah in my life, the birth of my Child and the undying love of Joke.

Oh, speaking about Joke, i must tell you that, during the last two weeks of my stay in prison before this incident happened, she paid me a visit and during our discussion, she promised me that she will never marry another man. She promised she will wait for me till i'm out of prison. And when i asked her that same question that's presently running through your mind, she said she can't stand the thought of another man taking my place in her heart. Well, time will tell if thats true.

BACK TO PRESENT.


Suddenly, the wheel movement came to a stop shortly before i feel myself being lifted inside a place that felt like a container but somehow cold.

Shortly afterwards, i begin to hear two arguing voices coming from the surroundings. One of the voice sounds familiar though but i can't quite point my finger at the exact owner of it.

"you just stick to the story, he was trying to run away from custody and thats why he was gunned down."

"what if they now demand to carry out an autopsy?"

"you dont worry about that one. I already arrange everything. There will be no autopsy...."

"how can you be sure? What about his relatives? Wont.."

"i say you should not worry about it. This is not the first time i'm doing this...and it wont be my last..."

"but once we are done with this, i think we are even..., i dont want to see you on my door step ever again!"

"you wouldn't have a doorstep if it weren't for me you idiot,...."

"thats past tense...."

"will you shut the hell up?"

"make me"

"Dont you know he can hear us? Listen, this task is just what it is....it involves a lot of money and i cant let it slip away just like that. I need this money...."

"so you are telling me all this is for money? Nearly killing someone and injecting him with a coma inducing drug? A drug strong enough to turn him to a vegetable?...ooosh, i hate my role in this....i hate the fact that i helped you accomplish this evil mission.....but don't worry, we are even once we are done here....."

"no, i will let you know when we are even....lets just get this done and dusted once and for all, time has passed for hand wriggling. Lets hope we are not too late gan self, we have wasted a lot of time talking nonsense..."


"you are a poison"

"you bet."

"are we too late for the antidote?"

Welcome back welcome backkkk

TheBlessedMAN:
21. THE DOG ATTENDANT BY DAROUS EMMANUEL.


The sounds coming from my surroundings begin to subside with each moment that passed as i feel myself being wheeled for about 5minutes until they stopped totally.

The weird thing that makes this whole thing more baffling and thought provoking for me is the unquestionable fact that, i could hear, i could sense faintly everything going on around me but i cant talk or see. I cant even think of anything, it was as if a larger part of my brain was dead or paralysed. I dont even know maybe my eyes were open or not at that very moment

During those weird periods, the events of my life begin to play before my very eyes. We can call that act from my brain as the last kicks of a dying horse. How i became this vulnerable to be used by anyone who feels i have wronged them in one way or the other is one of the main reasons why this was so painful to bear.

Only God knows what is happening to my life, only him can explain the reason why he choose to allow all these ugly occurences to keep on happening in my life. The son of thunder have really suffered in this world.

Going back to the gene(sis) or gene(bro) of my troubles, it all started in my attempt to get myself out of poverty, and in doing so, i slipped into something far more uncomfortable than poverty itself.

Tell me, how many times have i been drugged in my life? Three or four? I involuntarily became a regular customer to drugs.

The first time i was drugged was at the hotel where Beatrice and i went after our first meeting. Speaking of Beatrice, its been long since the last time i hear anything concerning her. I think she should still be in prison or in one godforsaken place sha. Thats that on that.

Chioma was the one who helped Adedoyin to drug me back then which automatically made Beatrice to become my sworn enemy. And again, speaking about Chioma, i forgot to tell you that she eventually survived the coma, but the bullet was still logged inside her spinal cord which have ultimately rendered her paralysed for life.

I dont know maybe to be happy with that but if you ask me, i will tell you Chioma deserved what she got. For all the pains she has brought to my life, she deserves far worse. Remember she had a hand in the death of Adedoyin and a whole lot of conspiracies that affected my life, so before you judge me for feeling happy about her condition, you should first ask that light-skinned bi*ch if her hand is ever clean.

The three good things that ever came out of my whole life dramas are the appearance of Therapist Sarah in my life, the birth of my Child and the undying love of Joke.

Oh, speaking about Joke, i must tell you that, during the last two weeks of my stay in prison before this incident happened, she paid me a visit and during our discussion, she promised me that she will never marry another man. She promised she will wait for me till i'm out of prison. And when i asked her that same question that's presently running through your mind, she said she can't stand the thought of another man taking my place in her heart. Well, time will tell if thats true.

BACK TO PRESENT.


Suddenly, the wheel movement came to a stop shortly before i feel myself being lifted inside a place that felt like a container but somehow cold.

Shortly afterwards, i begin to hear two arguing voices coming from the surroundings. One of the voice sounds familiar though but i can't quite point my finger at the exact owner of it.

"you just stick to the story, he was trying to run away from custody and thats why he was gunned down."

"what if they now demand to carry out an autopsy?"

"you dont worry about that one. I already arrange everything. There will be no autopsy...."

"how can you be sure? What about his relatives? Wont.."

"i say you should not worry about it. This is not the first time i'm doing this...and it wont be my last..."

"but once we are done with this, i think we are even..., i dont want to see you on my door step ever again!"

"you wouldn't have a doorstep if it weren't for me you idiot,...."

"thats past tense...."

"will you shut the hell up?"

"make me"

"Dont you know he can hear us? Listen, this task is just what it is....it involves a lot of money and i cant let it slip away just like that. I need this money...."

"so you are telling me all this is for money? Nearly killing someone and injecting him with a coma inducing drug? A drug strong enough to turn him to a vegetable?...ooosh, i hate my role in this....i hate the fact that i helped you accomplish this evil mission.....but don't worry, we are even once we are done here....."

"no, i will let you know when we are even....lets just get this done and dusted once and for all, time has passed for hand wriggling. Lets hope we are not too late gan self, we have wasted a lot of time talking nonsense..."


"you are a poison"

"you bet."

"are we too late for the antidote?"

Nice as usual.... but baba it's too short na

tiffanyfan:



Nice as usual.... but baba it's too short na

As usual there is always suspense but this update is short
thanks anyway for something to help clear this boring afternoon once more thanks you the blessedman

Tbm thanks so much for the shortest update ever recorded on dis literature section

Kaycee9242:
Tbm thanks so much for the shortest update ever recorded on dis literature section

That is not the shortest, if he doesn't update complain, he posts complain again. I wonder how you will react if you were paying him to post.

Baba, u wicked no be small. See as u take drive us go express remove brake

genius43:


That is not the shortest, if he doesn't update complain, he posts complain again. I wonder how you will react if you were paying him to post.

What is ur problem? Did i talk to u? I was even joking and u are trying to make trouble out of it. Pls always mind ur business since u can't differentiate joke from complain. Busy body

Well done sir

Weh done Sir

Took so long but I really appreciate you're committed to finishing this beautiful work of yours. More grace bro

Tnx for the update... Been a while

CONTINUATION OF EPISODE 21. TDA.


"answer me na, are we too late for the antidote?"

"we cant be, we still have like five more minutes to get the antidote into his body....."

"but five minutes have passed already on your stopwatch....."

"damn it......you are right, then we have to hurry before i lose my money.."


A moment after that, i felt something like a needle entering my neck region.

"lets hope it works"

"when will the other guys arrive?"

"they are nearby, they are just waiting for my signal...."

"how do we know the antidote is working ganself?"

"his pulse should be back by now"

"let me check it"

"is it back?"

"yes, its back but still faintly...."

"how long do we wait before giving him the last one...."

"errrrmm, sixty seconds tops or there will be serious complications...."

"i have a feeling whoever is paying you to get him out doesn't want him dead or harmed in any severe way."

"you damn right."

"then that person must have another agenda for him, i dont even want to speculate on what that might be.."

"you are right, you dont need to speculate........here we go, sixty seconds, lets give him the second one right away so we can get out of this morgue."

After that, i felt another needle enter my neck and soon afterwards, i begin to regain full use of other parts of my body.

I opened my eyes slowly. The face i saw looks exactly like that of the man that shot me so i flared up immediately.

"calm down." he said to me while the second person was trying to shove a white piece of clothing in my mouth. "no, let him talk..."

"what if he screams?"

"no one can hear him. Let him talk so he can know we are not trying to kill him." he said with a grin.

"you shot me! And you said you dont want to kill me?" i lashed out again.

"i have no intention of killing you,..."

"he purposely missed the artery when he shot you with that hypothermic compound," the other guy cuts in. " it was enough to slow your heartbeat to the point where they would think you were dead. And part of our job is to revive and extract you." he explained to me but still it still doesn't make sense.

"so what you are saying now is that i'm dead?"

"technically no...no you are not. But we are the only people that knows that."

"we? You mean just the two of you? Why are you doing...."

He didnt let me finish my statement before placing a hand on my mouth. "shhhhh. Dont waste your energy on that. I suggest you save it, cos you will be needing it on the long run.."

"but to answer your question, no, its not just the two of us. We are just a small cog in a very big machine. Thats all i can say."

The moment i finish processing that last statement, i asked myself who could be doing this to me? The first person that crossed my mind at that minute was no one else other than Jarter (Lovelyn's husband). I remember quite well the things he said to me after the Judge had pronounced my sentence. I remembered him threatening to make my life a living hell unless i give him the 2billion naira he's asking for.

I spent a lot of time thinking about the possibility of Jarter's involvement in my latest situation. It was all starting to make sense until i remembered the fact that anyone behind this must be someone very rich and powerful, not someone infested with the greed of 2billion naira.

I tried and tried to think of other possibilities but i wasn't able to do that until i tried opening my mouth to talk again and suddenly start to feel weakness surging through all my entire body.

"he should be out very soon, so we can move him out without problem."

And that was the last thing i heard before i slipped into something more comfortable than coma. I fell into oblivion.


****



I cant say for how long i was out, really i cant say but when i eventually regained full ownership of my whole being, i found myself in an environment that has a very sharp contrast to the one i'd spent the larger part of the last few months.


It was the light coming from the led bulb situated in the middle of the room that first penetrated deeply into my eyes.

Curiously, my eyes flew open and while they were still trying to adjust to the level of illumination in the room, my right hand moved on its own volition and it was then that i realised that there was something like a rubber tube attached to the back of my palms. I remained motionless for some minutes, trying to process out my latest condition.

Then, I tried lifting my head up to try and understand the full situation of my environment but during that attempt i noticed something like a glass helmet hovering ontop of me.

I panicked.

Fidgetingly, i begin to worry about whats happening to me as the events of the last time i was conscious began rushing back to me. I remembered my last conversation at the morgue, what those guys said to me and it was then that i realise that i may have just landed in a very bigger and terrible situation.

Please Divepen1 our OP got banned after posting, please look into it.

genius43:
Please Divepen1 our OP got banned after posting, please look into it.

i dont get you sir

TheBlessedMAN:
i dont get you sir

Your post was hidden when you posted and it only happens when you are banned, that is why I called the attention of the mods.

Nice write up

This is really nice as usual ...a big hug for the you

Nice one d blessed

Following...

Thanks for the update

...

Thanks for the update.

but the suspense is ....... kudos to you TBM.

CONTD OF T.D.A 21.


I threw the hook of curiousity into the ocean of the weird situation i found myself and begin to fish for explanations.

I remember those guys at the morgue telling me i'm dead to the world and that they are the only ones that knows i'm alive.

To some extent, that revelation sends some shrills of anxiety and fear down my already weary soul. If what those guys said is true, then it means my family and the remaining percentage of people that still cares for me are all going to think and believe i'm dead. People like my mom, my siblings, therapist Sarah, my child, (ah, poor boy. Just when i was starting to look forward to life after prison with him), and then there's Adejoke, the love of my life. Among all these people and apart from my mother and Adejoke, therapist Sarah is the one i feel will feel the heaviest pain of my proclaimed death. She has been the only fuse in the transformer of my life thats keeping me connected with the epileptic current of hope that my life will stable one day. Now, whoever is behind this whole thing has taken that fuse out of me and i have been thrown in total darkness of hopelessness. In other words, i'm doomed.

Wetin Donald Trump no go see for electoral college. In other unelectoral terms, nothing wey i never see inside this world.

On the other hand, my heart skipped a thousand beats when the thought of the 2billion naira i kept with Jide crossed my mind and what could become of it the moment Jide hears of my death. Only the two of us had the knowledge that i kept such a huge amount of money with him. I couldn't tell even my therapist due to the types of betrayal i have suffered in the past. I had plans for that money. I planned to get my life back with it the moment i get out of prison, but whoever is behind my present situation just snuffed out that light of hope.
'Ah, i don suffer in vain'. I lashed out in agony as i wrestle the urge to give in to the chokeslam of pain that just sprint across my soul.

I took my time again to cast a glance across the room, trying to find hints of how deep i am in this new predicament but all i could see only points to the fact that the owner of this building is Tinubu-ly rich. In other unjagabanic words, whoever owns this place must be very rich and the only people i know in my life to have this kind of money are Beatrice and Adedoyin. While the latter is long dead the former must be rotting away inside one prison in the northern part of Nasarawa.

I remembered that i'd once been in this type of situation.

It was when Doris (Joke's late mom) drugged me and hand me over to Beatrice so i wouldn't have a chance to tell anyone of our secret.

I sighed and renewed my everlasting contract with fate.

In that instance, i felt my bladder threatening to burst, so i ignore all the abstract pains coming from within and other parts of my body as i quickly got down from the bed. I staggered and fumbled around for some moments before i finally regained my footing on the decorated floor.

I head straight for the door and found it unlocked. Then I stepped outside into a small lobby before dashing towards a small door situated just few feets from me hoping that would be the place i can ease myself.

On the way, my face started itching me very bad but my hands were so weak i couldn't even lift a finger to scratch the itch away.

I entered the small room and found the urinary. I tried bringing my d*ck to the height of the urinary but my d+ck suddenly feels too heavy for my hand to carry so on second thought i moved closer to the closet and begin to tip down a heavy amount of water that was stored inside my dam during the time of my unconsciousness.

I pull off the strange underpants i found on my waist and turned on the shower with my back pressed against its switch. The water covered my body and i flinched at its first contact on my body. No mind me, its been long since i last stood under a shower.

I spent like thirty minutes inside the shower until i feel i can now make use of my hands. I dried myself with the little breeze coming from the window and put on my underpants. I stepped outside and returned to the lobby that leads to the room i was situated earlier but before i could make the turn, i started hearing some chatting voice coming from the extreme end of the lobby. At first, my mind was telling me to return to the room and ignore the voices but my curiousity got the better of me and i begin to walk towards the direction the voices were coming from.


"this Obaseki is funny o, so he expects a prisoner with a functioning brain to return to the prison after escaping from that sh*thole?......" that was the first coherent statement i heard the moment i got near to the entrance of a big spacious and lavishly furnished living room. I poked my head in from the entrance and the first face i saw made me feel like a knitting needle was jammed into my head.

NO! This can't be happening again!!!.


TBC

Lewis

Thanks for the update

[Thanks bro for d update, I'm already anticipating the next update. quote author=TheBlessedMAN post=96792105]CONTD OF T.D.A 21.


I threw the hook of curiousity into the ocean of the weird situation i found myself and begin to fish for explanations.

I remember those guys at the morgue telling me i'm dead to the world and that they are the only ones that knows i'm alive.

To some extent, that revelation sends some shrills of anxiety and fear down my already weary soul. If what those guys said is true, then it means my family and the remaining percentage of people that still cares for me are all going to think and believe i'm dead. People like my mom, my siblings, therapist Sarah, my child, (ah, poor boy. Just when i was starting to look forward to life after prison with him), and then there's Adejoke, the love of my life. Among all these people and apart from my mother and Adejoke, therapist Sarah is the one i feel will feel the heaviest pain of my proclaimed death. She has been the only fuse in the transformer of my life thats keeping me connected with the epileptic current of hope that my life will stable one day. Now, whoever is behind this whole thing has taken that fuse out of me and i have been thrown in total darkness of hopelessness. In other words, i'm doomed.

Wetin Donald Trump no go see for electoral college. In other unelectoral terms, nothing wey i never see inside this world.

On the other hand, my heart skipped a thousand beats when the thought of the 2billion naira i kept with Jide crossed my mind and what could become of it the moment Jide hears of my death. Only the two of us had the knowledge that i kept such a huge amount of money with him. I couldn't tell even my therapist due to the types of betrayal i have suffered in the past. I had plans for that money. I planned to get my life back with it the moment i get out of prison, but whoever is behind my present situation just snuffed out that light of hope.
'Ah, i don suffer in vain'. I lashed out in agony as i wrestle the urge to give in to the chokeslam of pain that just sprint across my soul.

I took my time again to cast a glance across the room, trying to find hints of how deep i am in this new predicament but all i could see only points to the fact that the owner of this building is Tinubu-ly rich. In other unjagabanic words, whoever owns this place must be very rich and the only people i know in my life to have this kind of money are Beatrice and Adedoyin. While the latter is long dead the former must be rotting away inside one prison in the northern part of Nasarawa.

I remembered that i'd once been in this type of situation.

It was when Doris (Joke's late mom) drugged me and hand me over to Beatrice so i wouldn't have a chance to tell anyone of our secret.

I sighed and renewed my everlasting contract with fate.

In that instance, i felt my bladder threatening to burst, so i ignore all the abstract pains coming from within and other parts of my body as i quickly got down from the bed. I staggered and fumbled around for some moments before i finally regained my footing on the decorated floor.

I head straight for the door and found it unlocked. Then I stepped outside into a small lobby before dashing towards a small door situated just few feets from me hoping that would be the place i can ease myself.

On the way, my face started itching me very bad but my hands were so weak i couldn't even lift a finger to scratch the itch away.

I entered the small room and found the urinary. I tried bringing my d*ck to the height of the urinary but my d+ck suddenly feels too heavy for my hand to carry so on second thought i moved closer to the closet and begin to tip down a heavy amount of water that was stored inside my dam during the time of my unconsciousness.

I pull off the strange underpants i found on my waist and turned on the shower with my back pressed against its switch. The water covered my body and i flinched at its first contact on my body. No mind me, its been long since i last stood under a shower.

I spent like thirty minutes inside the shower until i feel i can now make use of my hands. I dried myself with the little breeze coming from the window and put on my underpants. I stepped outside and returned to the lobby that leads to the room i was situated earlier but before i could make the turn, i started hearing some chatting voice coming from the extreme end of the lobby. At first, my mind was telling me to return to the room and ignore the voices but my curiousity got the better of me and i begin to walk towards the direction the voices were coming from.


"this Obaseki is funny o, so he expects a prisoner with a functioning brain to return to the prison after escaping from that sh*thole?......" that was the first coherent statement i heard the moment i got near to the entrance of a big spacious and lavishly furnished living room. I poked my head in from the entrance and the first face i saw made me feel like a knitting needle was jammed into my head.

NO! This can't be happening again!!!.


TBC
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nice update boss, keep it coming....