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Tragedy

Comedy

ChyEndowed: #Following# bumper 2bumper..........nyc write up

"Bumper2bumper?" Lol. I'm sure you don't know the meaning.
I pray ur guy is nt on nairaland coz i no fit shout.

Nice to know ur around.


*winks*

Mario1983: " If you commit suicide because of a woman,
thousands of them would attend your funeral love the quote nice story waitn for update

That's the bitter fact most guys fail to absorb. Yes, you love her, but now she's jilted you.

SO LIFE MUST GO ON

I know you guys will drop comments.
I trust you all

Story Continues.

THE BREAK UP

" I'm at home lets meet in the church. One hour before the service commences" broz dropped the phone.

He went to the wardrobe. " give me my bible" he said, stretching his hands. I landed a big black book on his hands. He fastened up his button and belt, walked up to the mirror and used the exit door.

"How was the service" mother said, as he was just walking in.
He didn't reply. He walked straight into the room and locked the door.
It was time for food. I was ordered to call him out. The door would never open no matter what. " Henry, Henry," my mother screamed. My father ran out of the room and joined us as we began to knock the door hard.

" If you commit suicide because of a woman, thousands of them would attend your funeral" my father voiced out. There was no sign of life in the room. One would think there was nobody in the room. But we knew that he was there. Everything- the sandal, the keys and the fact that the door was locked from behind, showed that he was inside.

" get me a cutlass" father said. I went and returned with a cutlass. We broke the door and jumped in.

Lo and behold. My brother was sitting on the bed crying. My parents who were already dieing gave a sigh of relief.
" what are you doing to yourself?" mama said.
" I dont want to talk to anybody" he muttered.

Papa walked back to his room without uttering any word. We stood and consoled him though it wasn't working.

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Tragedy struck both families two months later. Helen's father had hooked her with a gentle, handsome man. There wedding was fixed for November.

Brother had been reduce to nothingness by tears of sorrow. He would never forgive himself for betraying such a girl. The woman was forced to be "happy" in the noon by her father's constant seizure. She had to be happy if she did not want to lose her father.

As the wedding day drew closer, sorrow and agony followed. Broz had cried out his eyeballs. The pastor and workers of his church had been summoned by mama to comfort him but it wouldn't work. Father couldn't just bear what he called "emotional stupidity". He would always wonder how a matured man would cry in such a degrading manner. The lady's predicament was worse. She dared not cry out because of her hyperthensive and diabetic father.
She always cried in solitary places, in the night. Her new lover had reported her to her father.

"I dont understand Helen" John complained. "she would never chat with me, she sees me as :..." he was short of words.

"Helen!, Helen!!" her father called.
"Sir" a voice answered frm the bedroom.
" Daughter since ur Mum died. You've been the only source of my joy. The only reason I exist Daughter, i love henry just the way you do. But henry does not value you. I'm doing this for your interest. Pls accept john and move on with life. Its only a matter of time" He began to cough unstoppably.
"Water, Water, Water" she shouted. Her father fell into her arms. He was dieing. They quickly rushed him to the hospital via john's camry car.

In the hospital, she was told to always make her father happy and to do his biddings if she did not want her to die. She had been pretending to like John since the incidence.

My broz would never like to see another woman. His heart had been stolen away by Helen.

LAUGH A BIT.
My mother thought the reason broz was devastated was because there was no one to fill the vacuum helen had left. So she arranged a girl who had been his childhood friend
. Titi walked in and sat on the chair. "Hello, hi. Henry" she called.

My mother went and whispered something to her ears. "Go and meet him the door is unlocked"
must be what my mother said.
She stood up and walk majestically to the room.

"Ehhhh, mama, heeeelp " she yelled. We ran into the room and saw bro beating her after he had poor soaked garri on her face. We tried hard but bro would never let her go until Dad came to the rescue. When she was finally left alone she was sweating like a goat.
I couldn't help but laugh whenever I saw her though I was sorry for the incidence.

THE WEDDING DAY.

It was saturday, 24 November. JOHN WEDS HELEN. I didn't know how the invitation letter got to bro. He picked up a biro and wrote on the IV card. HENRY WEDS HELEN. Tears rushed to my face as I saw it. I had dreamt of that day when bro would marry the goddess but the dream would never be fulfilled anymore. Tears slid down my face like a waterfall. Bro looked and saw me crying. He dropped the IV and picked up his diary. He began to write something. I stretched my neck to see the scrawl. It was a poem.

(This is just the beggining)

Feyifahm: Wen will u update nw,waiting

I'll drop one today. Okay?

Nkpume Iko: Hey Preceedo,
You narrate through the first person, how come you knew what transpired between Helen and her father when you weren't there?
Again, some section of your dialogue are a bit too unrealistic TO ME. An example is this statement from Helen's father(who is supposed to be a pastor) to her:

"...You must bring a Godly man THIS YEAR. And there are many of them in my Church. More handsome, richer and Godly than Henry"
I don't know about you, but it doesn't strike me as what a pastor would say, however desperate. Again, i may be wrong.

Like i told my readers on my thread. We are all learning, constructive criticisms here and there would make us all get better.

PS You are doing a marvelous job here. Keep it coming.

Thanks bro, I love great critics, infact I prefer Destructive criticism to silent readers.

1. Writers can switch viewpoint. If they feel their audience would miss some important information. MULTIPLE VIEW POINT IS WHEN A WRITER CHOOSES MORE THAN ONE POV.

2. Would you allow ur daughter to make a wrong decision because you are a pastor? He has tried hard to reason with her daughter but it seems it's not working so he has to take the decision. He even sited a case from the bible "Abraham-Isaac". So, I think it's very realistic. No Pastor will watch her daughter making the wrong decision and be comfortable.

Thanks for the advice bro. Let it keep coming sir.

Samtolly4JESUS: Sire, Next Time, just Post Your Comment... You need not quote the whole of the Update.



By the way....

Nice Update bro.

Thanks for takin ur name.
Always check in and drop ur observations.

tmamuda: Continue joor, or I ll marry her n end da story. Sha she must b beautiful.
Nice story

Na she you still dey wait for?
You go tay for bus-stop. Zizizzizizi
thanks for following always drop ya comments.

Emmyguru: ......dis story s jst da bomb...so sweet ride on bro...u ar gud writer....cnt wait 4 d nxt update wit smiles of w@ will happen nxt

Thanks for taking ur time to read!
Pls always drop ur comment.

Story Continues

They held each others hands, looking straight into each other's eyes. On their face was a "please-do-understand" expression. That had been the way they settle their differnces, they would talk it over. NO MATTER WHAT. They kept quiet looking into each others eyes. The hour of temptation had come whose will be done?

" A woman's life", she broke the silence, "is not governed by reasoning but neccessity. If by reasoning, you are right but by neccessity- its time for marriage. My friends are all married, and have their kids. My younger 'sister' who is just 25 married last year. I cant believe this is happening to me." she removed her hands from his, walked to a sofa above me and sat. I knew I had to be more careful in order not to arouse suspicion.

"Babe, Do you love me?" my brother said as he walked to sit with her.
"You know I do" she said very softly but assuring.
Broz took his NYSC cap and put it on her head. Took out his handkerchief and wiped the tears that was sliding down her face and watering her lips.
" Babe, you dont have to cry. All iz well. Your tears rend my heart." my brother said. He was about to cry. The woman who had been looking elsewhere turned and wiped his face with the same handkerchief. They wish things were never like this. They hug each other 'by side'. That was how they were taught in the singles fellowship to avoid sexual lust.

Holy hug wouldn't solve this problem. They have to agree. They look into each others eye again trying hard to agree. I knew someone had to intervene.

" Go to bed, dear. God would help us reach an agreement" it was brother.
My brother led her to the room, came back and woke me. we worke to "our" room. That night my brother didn't sleep. Whenever I woke, I would see him awake.
"Broz, you no dey sleep?" I asked.
" Precious, you wouldn't understand" he answered.
It hurt my "manliness". I was 25. 200 level law student. What does he mean I wouldn't understnd? I slept and woke up late in the money.

MY LIFE OR MY LOVER.

" There are billions of guys in the world, daughter" her father said " You must marry this year. I mean before December"
" Dad henry is not ready yet and I want to wait for him"
" I didn't hear you well" her father said "you've waited for Henry for more than 3 years. All your mates and young relations are married. Must you wait for a Man until your life is ruined? I'm your father I know what is good for you. You must bring a Godly man THIS YEAR. And there are many of them in my Church. More handsome, richer and Godly than Henry"
" Daddy, but I love Henry?"
" What do you know about love, helen?"
"I'm always happy around him and I want to spend the rest of my life with him."
" you've said that a thousand times. Henry does not feel the same, If he does he would marry you. Daughter do you know a Man has 24 hours in his day while a woman only has 12 hours? Do you know a man can change his mind like wind change directions suddenly. My daughter, I would never allow this blind love you have for henry destroy your destiny. NO, not to my precious daughter"
" Daddy pleeeees" she pleaded
"No infants want to eat pap for the first time, its mother would force him till it grows to eat itself. Daughter, get ready for a wedding ceremony. You either bring the man or I do it just like Abraham did for Isaac."
that night was her worst, she cried bitterly.

________________ ___________________
" I'm man enough to decide my future" my brother shouted as he walked out of the bedroom.
" I'm old enough to be a father" my father shouted back following him at the back.

Broz went to sit on the dinning table angrily. Papa went and stood at his front sweating profusely. They wer both panting like wrestler in the ring.

" I worked day and night in the sun and moon trying to make you an enviable figure in the society that would raise the family's status. And you are here telling me rubish. "i love her" "i cant afford to miss her". What sort of stupid love are you talking about? Do you know how women have ruined many men's future? I thought you read your bible. ADAM-EVE, SAMSON-DELILAH, DAVID-BATSHEBA, AHAB-JEZEBEL. should I go on counting?
"Daddy, we all know Helen does not share any quality with these women. Oh my God" broz agonized.

" Henry, you are a disgrace to this family" father said as he walked into his bedroom

The room was as silent as the grave yard. Mum was confused. I would never "understand". Dad wants his son to be a lawyer. Henry is in love.

STORY CONTINUES(no writing space. Bear with me)

Below is another update. Do have a nice voyage.
Pls, dnt be a silent reader, u too should contribute.

christe james: I love the way u use ur words. Nice one there!!! *smiling in anticipation for anoda update*

Thanks bro. Make sure u comment after the next update sir. Good to know ur here.

ARareGem: Really interesting.

gud to know you are here. I wont disappoint you.

story continues

Papa went and drag him from the woman as we all laughed.
" I told him to board the campus shuttle but replied that they were not told to bring shuttle along with them" she said

We laughed until we could no longer breath.
"I pointed to a tricycle, 'Keke Napep?' he asked. I said yes. He begged me to direct him to the place since he had to treck after the tricycle would convey him to the library. I led him feeling sorry for the poor boy. He asked my number shyly, after I had taken him to the hall. I gave it to him and forgot everything about him"

there was a deafening silence in the room save the woman that was on the TV going through deliverance. She was shouting like an animal going through mutilation.
We ignored her and face my brother's woman, who was also looking at th woman.
" I honestly had forgotten whether there was anybody called Henry when a call came in. I picked the strange number and it was a strange but gentle voice. He introduced himself. I remembered him immediately. He said he was a Law student in the school. We arranged a meeting in a popular restaurant. That was how the friendship that has now generated into a relationship started"

" You are a good girl from a good home. only a wicked father would not allow his son marry a woman like you" Dad and Mum agreed. That night was one of the best we ever had. We talked till late in the night. She slept with my mum on the same bed. On my mum I pray that God should give me a woman like her, though I was just in SS2.

The relationship wax stronger. They did everything together except SEX being a christian and what's more a Pastor's daughter. My brother changed positively. He began to take God serious. He even joined the sunday school teacher's department. My brother stopped lewd jokes. He stopped taking money from mum's purse. He had always said stealing your parents' money was not a sin but now no more stealing. He grew to become the man any parent would want his son to be. The woman became more matured, committed and beautiful.


THINGS FALL APART.

My brother had just come back from his NYSC accompanied by his always loving wife-to-be. The family celebrated it. He was the first in the history of the poor family to do so. I was already in level 200 then studying the same course with him- Law.
It was as if that day shouldn't end the whole neighbourhood came to celebrate the return of the "hero".
My father was exhausted that night. To say mother too was exhausted was an understatement in the extreme. She did all the cookings. Ensuring everything was in order. She just went into the room and fell on the bed.
I sat with my brother and his woman in the room. It was 9pm. The champions league was on. Arsenal vs AC milan. Arsenal had lost to Ac in the first leg with a despicable margin 4- nil. I wanted Man Utd match but he was a die-hard Arsenal fan. He had his way. I slept off on the sofa awaken by GOOOOAAALL! Arsenal 3, 0 Ac milan. I tried hard to conclude the match but my eyelids were too heavy. I went back to my journey.

It was 11pm. I opened my eyes and was amazed that they had not sleep yet. I wanted to go into my room but the romantic words that was entering my hungry ears made me feign a sleep.

" Oh I love you, helen. Words are not enough to express my love for you. If you are the sun, then I would be the heat. If you are the oceans, i would turn to water. I dont know what I would do without you. In fact, I cant live without you" broz said languidly.

"I know you love me thats why I've waited" she began " I'm now 28 and you 31. I want to change my surname. Drag me to the altar and disvirgin my lips right there in the presence of the congregation. I want to carry ur kids. Our children" she said. I would never believed a 28 year old lady had never kiss a man but it was true.

"Yes, helen, I'm planning that but......"
"what but again?"
" I, I, want to attend the law school before settling down" He stammered
" You want me to waste another 3 years of my life?" she raised her voice slightly
" what do you mean by waste?"
" I was trying to say wait. But cant you see that I'm getting old in three years time I would be 31. My father is 72, he is disturbing me on marriage. Henry, cant you see things frm my view, pls try to understand " she pleaded
" babe, I understand perfectly. But see it this way. If i marry now I wouldn't be able to cope with the pressure in school and would not have time for you and the kids. Helen" he knelt down "pls, be patient I would marry you when all is settled but now I'm not man yet"

"you are 31. You are man enough" she replied softly " I graduated 2 years before you. I have been working for 3 years now. I've saved enough for Us".

STORY CONTINUES

Samtolly4JESUS: #Enters Hall........grabs a seat at the VIP section..........

OK! Let's go there!

tmamuda: Good, ll follow

christe james: U are a nice writer and i presume the story is going to be interesting

You guys are gonna love this. I promise ya its gonna be.... I leave you to judge!

I'm dropping another update, pls kindly comment after the following update.

* bows"

timpaker:
***following***

Thanks chairman. Your welcome.

Drop ya comments, criticism or whatever!

"Love is a ladder for the weak but a trap for the strong". I didn't believe in love until my late Brother brought home a woman.


We were sitting after the evening meal when my brother, who we believed was in school entered abruptly with a woman. They both held each other hands like siblings. The room was silent. She smiled sheepishly but with confidence. She tried to off her shoe before stepping in when my mum laughed "never mind" to her. She insisted. Immediately she stepped in, without any iota of exagerration, there was serenity and an natural attractive odour. Everything about her showed that she was not poor. Her spectacles, her natural fingers, her skin. She was just natural no make up at all. She sat watching the TV. My always hospitable mother broke the silence that later led into hours of discussion. "Aunty, we just dey eat finish wey you enter so. " she smiled and said nothing. My brother, who was then in 200 level at age 25, jumped up and said "Mama abeg give us anything eatable" "So this is how u talk at home too" the "strange" girl joked. "No mind am". All this while Papa was busy listening to the news. Whenever the laughter interupted the voice of the newscaster, he would cough which we all except the girl knew the meaning. If not for the visitor "make I hear word" would always follow such cough.

Rice was ready. "lets observe the tradition" brother said. "what tradition?" she was shy but that did not stop her from replying her boy's words. "abegi come chop jor"
"no, I'm okay"
"na ur house you dey o" my mother said
"I'm okay ma" she would never stop smiling.
"I know even pray make you chop before" my brother said from the table. An expression which my father couldn't help but laugh at.
"you and food?" she said.
"I was born to eat" my brother dropped another bomb amidst mouthful of rice.
"Hellen" my brother called (so the sister's name is helen, i thought). "you must learn how to cook native soup from my mother". Everybody laughed. "the only thing that would cause a fight between us is if you are not good in ogbonaa soup(a slimy native soup)"

The room was lighted by broz "silly" jokes he was throwing from the dinning table. The network news was over. "Precious, change am go 'Emmanuel TV' my mother said to me. "Any where you are distance is not a barrier begin to receive ur miracle, healin " the prophet's voice filled the room. My broz could make joke out of every serioius thing. Immediately, the prophet stretched his hand for viewers to touch. "abeg mummy give that hand some meats" he said.
"thats a man of God mind ur speech" my dad said authoritatively.

"so man of God no dey chop abi" he asked rhetorically.
My mum and I laughed. My dad was already touching the screen.
The girl was now looking at her "husband-to-be" somehow. She felt he was talking too much. "na my house I dey o, Helen" my brother said understanding her look. They were such a good communicator. They could talk each other with their eyes without anybody's noticing. But, I was too inquisitive not to notice that. He had earlier told the girl to remove her shoe despite my mum's refusal with his eyes. Yes, I saw that.

"She is Helen. She is in 400 level. Studying mass comm. She loves me, I love her. And and and" he couldnt say he wanted to marry her before "US-me and my sisters".
"I'm helen Ade***lu. My father is from Ife. A retired principal and a pastor in the RCCG. My father never allowed me date anyone because of his position in the church and his love for me being his only daughter and last child. I met your handsome Son-MY LITTLE BOY" everyone laughed. My brother has finally seen his match.

"Who is your little boy" my brother said.
"keep quiet" papa said "continue my daughter"
"thanks Dad, yes, as I was saying, I met my little boy when he came for post utme exam in the school. I was 20 then in 200 level, while he was 23 in O'level" the girl was as funny as my brother she was only playing visitor at first.

My brother wouldn't allow her continue the introduction. He felt he was 'cheating' her.

"I met her outside the school's gate" brother began "and asked her where the school hall was"
"Let's hear from her" we all protested. Her voice was like a goddess'

"yes, he asked me where the school hall was" she said "i told him to board the campus shuttle"
Her smiled showed that she was about to say something funny. She looked at my brother's eye and smiled. My brother too looked at her and said "shut up, shut up. Pls dont say that"

"I asked him to board the campus shuttle but" she laughed hard this time. My Brother quickly went to her and close her mouth with his palm.

"Ah ah, what are you doing?" my father said.
My brother whispered something to her ears.

STORY CONTINUA!

Here is a write-up that would make you laugh and break ur ribs except you are an Agelast.

Kindly drop ur comments and observations- You can never tell how encouraging they may be.

Thanks.

Prologue:-

Just like a dream he found himself in a world with more worries than normal, A city that is remotely distanced from nature or whatever it has to offer. A place where luck and favour never meet the averagers. Hardwork does not bring success here. However, man must wack or he rottens like buried carcasses. No matter what, JEBUTU must make it now that he has reached the city, either by hook or by crook. He must brace up like a city guy and put off all kinds of village menatlity, traits or accessories. Read how Jebutu, a registered village boy made it in a big, "mind-ur-own business" city.


Story begins,

On the table were: palm-oil, sugar, salt and sugarcane. A new son had just been born into the the family of Mr Burukutu.

"His names are" an elderly man sounded " Jeremiah, Momodu the son of Burukutu" the anouncement was followed by a loud hysterical screaming, as if something abysmal had happened. Immediately after the announcement, the NEPA had brought the light after 30 days blackout. Attention shifted from the boy to the TV set. Everybody began to watch the black and white gadget as if that was what naming the child meant. The elderly man felt embarrased and voiced angrily " Are you all insane? We are naming a child here and you all ignore him? An innocent child ehhn?". No one was interested in whatever he had to say. "Now I know what to do" he stopped. No one looked at him let alone answer him. They were busy with whatever they were watching on the blurred TV set. " Are you all mad?" he screamed at the top of his voice. He was a man in his seventies. He had managed to stand up with the last atom of strength in him to name the child. He was Jebutu's grandfather. He could feel the pain in his waist now. He would have loved to go and switch off the TV, but how could he? He was helped up. On his left hand was the little boy and on the right was the stick on which his life depended upon. He rested heavily on the stick. He was suffering from stroke, all his limbs were totally stiff. He stood there, looking straightly into space, He could not do anything, not even sit this time around. He just stood there like a tree. He decided to plead so that they might help his buttocks land on his mahogany chair. " Please, take this baby from me and help me to sit" he pleaded. Either they didn't hear or they pretended not to- one would be true. " Oh, I've never suffered like this all my life" he groaned in pain " Oh my, my, my, God why has thou forsaken me? I said please, LET ME SEAT" he screamed as if somebody was holding him from sitting. He remembered he had been lifted from a chair by his son who was almost entering inside the TV which was just a week old. He decided to fall on his sit anyhow. The pain had become unbearable. He went down and down and down, still looking upward. His brain had told him, his buttocks would land on a chair. WHAT A DECEIT!

"Oh Oh Oh" he screamed as he fell backwards, he rolled over his head and fell backward after rolling over Five times he met the wall. The baby had fallen off his hands. The boy flung to the right like a piece of trash about to be thrown into the garbage bin, flung out of the window and reported on the veranda outside. The stick on his right hand left his hand after the fifth rolling, it went with a supersonic speed and hit Mr Jebutu on the back of his head as he sat with all his attention on the TV. "Heeeeeiiiiiiyyyyyy" he screamed. He turned immediately.
And saw his father "sleeping" on the floor. That was good but where was the baby? He and the other 2 children as well as their mother zoomed towards papa.

As Burukutu moved nearer, he discovered his father's eyes were wide opened. As he bent to raise baba up, their was a thud in his trouser. His throuser had rended, exposing his ass which was darker than any black Maria could be.
As if that was not enough, his aged father lifted up his only unaffected body part- the right leg and kicked his balls as if that was what Nigeria needed to win the world cup. He shouted and bounced like a ball round and round. Burukutu's hand quickly, unconciously went to his scrotum. He was surprised when his hand met his bare body. So he had been naked? He left his father on the ground and wondered where the little, eight-day old chlid could be. They went outside and saw him on the bed that was spread on the veranda for the sun to dry. That was the greatest surprise of their lives. Jebutu was either going to be another great prophet or the next Osama-bin-laden.Everybody had thought.
This was how Jebutu was named.

He would later ask his friends to call him JEBUTU- which would make everybody forget that his real name was JEREMIAH.

# stay tuned for more updates #

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