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 Crime › Re: Man Hacks Wife With Machete For Withholding Sex by PrettySpicey(f): 2:33pm On Dec 03, 2014 |
is the woman in a coma or is she recuperating and narrating? Naija reporters, na wa! @topic, when a man sees his wife as his property and not a helpmate or a companion, he treats her thus... cave men! |
| Crime › Re: Woman arrainged for biting neighbor's testicles in Lagos by PrettySpicey(f): 2:27pm On Dec 03, 2014 |
 Suarez tinz, only in dangerous areas  ... odi kwa risky |
| Literature › Re: Take Me As I Am - A Love Story by PrettySpicey(op): 10:46am On Dec 03, 2014 |
JeffreyJamez:I don't wanna do it, Lol... I have done it... yesterday. P.S. We are talking on a story-empty thread. |
| Literature › Re: Take Me As I Am - A Love Story by PrettySpicey(op): 6:07am On Dec 03, 2014 |
JeffreyJamez:This is not about vex, Jeffrey. And I am too hurt and devastated by this to laugh about it... don't know if I ever will. Yes, I feel more confident of my blog. It can happen there, no doubt. But there is a much better form of control and a more visible Copyright Protection(s) I'm hoping will instil a measure of fear in petty thieves. And since TMAIA would be the last long free read as such, I think I am taking care of things the best I can. Even copyrighted printed and published ebooks get pirated, but writers can only do their best to protect their works and to fight against these criminals. I am not seeking understanding or approval from anyone. The work is mine, the decision of what to dob with/about it is also entirely mine. I only ask my readers for support... but not at the detriment of my work, talent and peace of mind. |
| Literature › Re: Take Me As I Am - A Love Story by PrettySpicey(op): 6:50pm On Dec 02, 2014 |
Cheriepet:Let me first say a big AMEN to that prayer, lol. Thanks Cheriepet, always a nice feeling having you close. |
| Literature › Re: Take Me As I Am - A Love Story by PrettySpicey(op): 4:31pm On Dec 02, 2014 |
Sleekyshuga:Thanks for understanding, Sleekyshuga. Indeed the high rate of piracy, plagiarism, all kinds of copyright infringement in this country is alarming and disgraceful. I am utterly disgusted with this nation and the type of citizens its producing. |
| Literature › Re: Take Me As I Am - A Love Story by PrettySpicey(op): 4:16pm On Dec 02, 2014 |
Recently, precisely last Saturday, I discovered a Facebook page had 'delightfully' shared this story on their page between October 25 and November 7. And all this without my permission. And because of their criminal action I am at present dealing with a wordpress blog who also copied the story from the Facebook page and posted on the blog. And worse still, a lot of the Facebook friends and followers 'gladly' clicked the share button and joined in the delightful proliferation of TAKE ME AS I AM. I am hurt. I am infuriated. And I am disappointed... greatly. And I saw many Nairaland stories on the page and knew he/she got it from here. For that singular reason, among many I have otherwise reached myself, I shall be removing TAKE ME AS A AM from here. And should anyone wish to read it, they should visit my blog. For same reason, I shall no longer post full stories on Nairaland. I am done. The guilty Facebook page is Amebor Gist and my story have since been removed on my request. But still, I find this site too porous and accessible and cannot continue to risk my sweat and talent. Thank you. |
| Literature/Writing Ads › Re: Which Site Pays Well For Story Writers? by PrettySpicey(f): 10:41pm On Nov 30, 2014 |
thatigbogirl:Does naijastories pay writers? |
| Health › Re: Staring At Women’s Bosoms Makes Men Live Longer And Healthier- Dr. Karen by PrettySpicey(f): 2:55pm On Nov 30, 2014 |
Before long every immoral act will have been 'discovered' to make a man healthier and live longer. Mtcheew! |
| Celebrities › Re: Twitter: Linda Ikeji Is In Trouble Again With Femi Kuti (see Screenshots) by PrettySpicey(f): 3:56pm On Nov 29, 2014 |
We are Shouting Linda Ikeji, Linda Ikeji, is it not same story that was on NL FP couple of days back and we were all commenting? Mtcheew! This is what happens when information is not verified before use. And LIB or other gossip blogs are not the only guilty parties. Copy and Paste... a crime! |
| Literature › Re: Nairaland Detection Club 2 - 2014. For Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014. by PrettySpicey(f): 12:12pm On Nov 28, 2014 |
Sleekyshuga:Thanks Sleekyshuga |
| Celebrities › Re: Shocking DNA Result: Two Of Femi Kuti’s Five Children Are Not His by PrettySpicey(f): 12:11pm On Nov 28, 2014 |
So, he so easily returned them. Did he not love them unconditionally enough? Poor kids! They are going to be so hurt, so broken. They just lost their father... the only one they knew. Their mother should have known better! So sad! 1 Like |
| Literature › Re: Nairaland Detection Club 2 - 2014. For Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014. by PrettySpicey(f): 8:02am On Nov 28, 2014 |
JeffreyJamez:Lol, you can like to brag... see im mouth |
| Literature › Re: Nairaland Detection Club 2 - 2014. For Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014. by PrettySpicey(f): 3:59am On Nov 28, 2014 |
rapmike:Wasn't looking to impress you or nobody but since you are and are astonished at same time, I guess that's a nice side benefit And thanks for the noted error, I have taken care of it and hope there are no others. Thanks rapmike  |
| Literature › Re: Nairaland Detection Club 2 - 2014. For Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014. by PrettySpicey(f): 3:57am On Nov 28, 2014 |
Nancydearie:Many thanks, Nancydearie and Amen to your prayers |
| Literature › Re: Nairaland Detection Club 2 - 2014. For Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014. by PrettySpicey(f): 3:56am On Nov 28, 2014 |
mariemummy:Thank God I killed it as per Romance writer . But still a writer is a writer in spite of chosen genre and whether they believe it or not, it takes afat load of imagination to sell good Romance.Thanks girl |
| Literature › Re: Nairaland Detection Club 2 - 2014. For Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014. by PrettySpicey(f): 3:52am On Nov 28, 2014 |
chistar01:awww, thanks chistar |
| Literature › Re: Nairaland Detection Club 2 - 2014. For Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014. by PrettySpicey(f): 3:52am On Nov 28, 2014 |
Jennimma:Holla ma queen  . Surprised you, eh? Stick closely for more surprises |
| Literature › Re: Nairaland Detection Club 2 - 2014. For Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014. by PrettySpicey(f): 3:50am On Nov 28, 2014 |
repogirl:Many thanks, repogirl |
| Literature › Re: Nairaland Detection Club 2 - 2014. For Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014. by PrettySpicey(f): 3:49am On Nov 28, 2014 |
JeffreyJamez:  well, it was kinda real... in my head. I imagined I was whooping your azz and I thought of the many ways I'd want to knock some good sense into your big head... as big sis concerned ... well, the gun wasn't really part of the imaginative thought, I don't you to die of course ... Glad I made the family proud Hasta la vista, lil bro  |
| Literature › Re: Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014 by PrettySpicey(f): 5:23am On Nov 27, 2014 |
CHAPTER SIX INTRIGUES WRITER: PRETTYSPICEY Even as the sensations of her kiss was playing havoc with his senses, Rimi caught a quick movement from behind her and was fast enough to shove her aside but wasn’t quite as fast to avoid the blow as the man in blue overall-like jacket barreled head forward into him, knocking him backward, going with him as they both went down. Rimi threw up his left forearm in defensive reflex blocking off the blow that might have hit his chin. Realizing that the man was obviously stronger than he’d thought the first time, he ducked another blow, angled his elbow and rammed it into the vein-strained neck. Blue-jacket man howled out in pain, grabbing onto his shirt at the same time. He jerked him forward as if a rag doll and nailed him with a head butt that ripped Rimi’s brain apart with vicious pain and sent a band of stars dancing in front of his eyes. Reeling from the pain, he struggled to regain control, swinging out a punch. He missed the broad-nostrils by just inches as his knuckles swished past and caught the man on the lips. Grunting loudly even as a squirt of blood dripped from the cut, blue-jacket man slammed fisted hands into his sides and grasping him by the shirt sent them sprawling again to the floor. The other man was struggling to his feet just as Zainab shuffled up from the couch where Rimi’s shove had landed her. Noticing the man staggering towards her, she flew towards the rumble that was now the centre table where one of the guns was lying and tried to grab it. A hand grabbed her by the legs and yanked. She fell forward to her face, crying out in a flash of pain as a broken glass cut into palm. Defying the shooting pain on her hands and legs, she struggled to her knees and crawled for the gun. But he was grabbing her by the hair and jerking her around. Zainab cried out against the blistering pain as he yanked her about by the hair. She flung out her hands and caught his fury-blackened face with the claws of her nails. He shrieked and struck her across the face with a wide palm, knocking her to the floor. Placing his feet astride her body he bent over to grab her again. But Zainab was quick enough to heft up her right leg and kick him in the groin. He howled, a loud cry like an animal caught in a snare and doubled over. That gave her the room she needed. She jerked around and crawling on both hands and knees, reached for the gun, clutched her hand over it and turned swiftly with it. Somehow though the blue-jacket man had managed to extricate himself from Rimi’s grip and had gotten hold of his partner. Zainab pulled the trigger even as they staggered for the door. The shot rang out and there was another hideous cry as the man she’d been fighting with fell backward. She prepared to fire another shot but the blue-jacket man was quicker and had bolted through the door. Expelling a ragged breath, she pushed up from her knees, not at all surprised that her hands were shaking. There was no doubt in her mind now that shooting people was a whole different ballgame from target practice. Her head was swimming and she felt the rise of nausea but she swallowed down the bile and walked unsteadily towards the body beside the single-sofa a few feet from the door. She crunched over it. He wasn’t moving but was still breathing. “He’s still alive. I got him by the neck but it’s not a deadly shot. I think it’s the hit against the arm of the chair that’s got him knocked out though.” Rimi had also managed to heave to his feet. And in spite of the spurt of shame that a lady had bested the men he’d earlier thought he’d taken, he was lucid enough to know they had to get out of there. “We have to go.” He said urgently, his voice coming out in wheezing gasps. He felt like his entire body was on fire. “We can’t do anything about him now and we definitely can’t stick around long enough to question him and find out what he knows. We’ve got to move.” Zainab swung around to face him. She wanted to argue, wanted to tell him they needed to get the man awake and find out who had sent them to kill her. But the urgency in his voice was also plain on his face. And she knew he was somehow right. They had to leave, her house was no longer safe. Someone knew she lived there and that someone wanted her dead. But who was that someone? Shaking off the disturbing thoughts, she rose to her feet. “Fine. I’ll grab my bag, some money and my debit cards.” Rimi nodded and watched as she marched through a connecting door that led into the rooms. He wobbled forward, rubbing a hand down his side to ease the gripping pain on his rib cage. He stared down at the man passed out and bleeding through the crook of his neck. He didn’t look familiar and he knew definitely he didn’t know him. He contemplated searching him, maybe for some id or something but Zainab came back into the room. “I’m ready.” She announced. He turned around. She did not just have her handbag, she also had a small suitcase. Smart lady, he thought, stretching forward his hand to take the suitcase. A moment later, they were out of the yard, got into her car and drove off. **** Brown Dino was in his living room relaxed against a leather sofa, feeling somewhat restored after the drip and medications. Though he quivered with the hope that today would bring him better news than he’d had in the last two years, he was realistic, even pessimistic enough to anticipate a hindrance. He swung his head to the door as Bulus and Jackson walked it. Bulus looked like he was about to snap a vein while the tall, less hefty man beside him quavered like a man about to face the gallows. Brown eyed the two men as they stopped in front of him. He knew that the reason for his constant pessimism was about to become apparent, so he focused his attention on the sweating, cowering man in the ugliest jacket he ever saw. Why the fool persisted in wearing that hideous thing, he could never fathom but since he managed to get his jobs done, Brown figured it was an eyesore he could put up with. “Is she dead?” He queried. The words came out in a low growl, mostly because he already envisaged a negative response. “And Rimi, why is he not with you?” It was Bulus who answered. “She’s not dead.” He rasped out. “They couldn’t kill her... the bloody, whimpering fo.ols.” He glared at the man squirming beside him. “He said Rimi overpowered them and she shot Gideon on the back.” “WHAT?” Brown sprang to his feet. The fact that he’d expected it didn’t make it less a blow, any less another infuriating disappointment. “What the hell happened?” Jackson cringed, taking an involuntary step back. “He... he came out of nowhere, boss and took us by surprise.” “You bloody fo.ol!” Irate at the utter absurdity of his stuttering excuse, Brown struck out with his ivory steel walking stick. He missed his aim and wavered on his feet, tilting forward. Bulus rushed forward and broke his fall. “Easy, boss. Easy.” He said soothingly as he helped him back into the couch. Brown would have loved to knock off the hands that carefully settled him into the sofa and propped throw pillows behind his back but he was beginning to shake himself and knew that the strike out had taken much assertion than he could afford. His feeling of weakness did nothing to quell the fury pulsating through him. “He was one man... one damned man who just got out of jail and is probably weak and disoriented and yet he managed to overpower you and Gideon... two armed men, while a flimsy female shot one of you dead. ” Jackson cringed further into his blue jacket. “I... I am not sure Gideon is dead, boss.” Jackson stuttered, head bowed as he fiddled nervously with the buttons of his jacket. Two of them were missing, he noticed, no doubt lost during his struggle with that f.u.c.king Rimi. “I don’t care if he is dead or alive, you bloody idi.o.t.” Brown hissed, furious. “She is supposed to be dead and that goddamned petty thief is supposed to be here, kneeling before me and confessing all to me.” “Calm down, boss.” Bulus said noticing how he was beginning to quiver. “Don’t you dare tell me to calm down, you...” a coughing fit cut of his bellow. Bulus hastily reached for the jug of water on the stool beside him, filled a glass and rushed over with the glass. Incensed, Brown slapped off his hand and sent the glass flying across the room. “I don’t f.u.c.king need water.” He wheezed, struggling to hold down more coughs. “What I need is those petty thieves and my goddamn key.” “We’ll get them, boss and we will get your key, I swear on my life.” Bulus promised in a solemn, earnest tone. Brown was not placated by the vow. He needed action not empty promises. “Your life will mean nothing if you don’t get out of here now and go get those two. You know where she lives... go and get them... NOW!” “I don’t think they will still be there now, boss.” Bulus said evenly, not at all alarmed by the outbursts. He’d worked long enough with the Politician to gauge his flare-ups. Right now, he wasn’t mad enough to order Jackson’s death for his failure as he would have otherwise done. “They are no fo.ols, boss. They now know that someone is after the girl and they’d have made a run for it. But still, we’ll have to go retrieve Gideon, dead or alive... the Police must not find him there.” Brown refused to be impressed with his smart thinking as always. “You two get out of here and do whatever you have to do. I want this over and I want it over now.” He thundered, turning away from them in dismissal. “Yes, boss.” Bulus dipped his head differentially and turned to follow Jackson who was already scurrying out of the room. “Clean up the mess and get him another glass for his water.” He ordered a guard by the door. **** Downtown, Caleb had gotten a call that’ been noise of shooting in the Lincoln Island area. He hadn’t been surprised when he arrived the middle-class residential estate and it was at the house where Zainab Adamu lived. He walked gingerly into the Police-crowded apartment, nodding as several uniformed officers either saluted or called out quiet greetings. There was a trace of drying blood on the floor just a few feet from the door. He frowned at it. “Where is the body?” He asked the Sergeant marking out the spot and taking notes. “We found no one here, sir.” He answered punctiliously. “No one?” His frown deepened. The Sergeant shook his head. “Not a soul. The old lady from the next house who made the call to the Station said she saw a man and woman running out of the house minutes after she heard the shot. And less than an hour after they left, another car stopped right in front of the house and two men went in and came out carrying another man.” “Two men?” “Yes. One of them was wearing a conspicuous blue long jacket, she said. Like those you see bad guys wear in action movies.” The Sergeant shrugged like it was a little too dramatic. Caleb’s thoughts raced. “And the lady—slim, pretty, heart-shaped face and long dark hair... or weaves?” “Err, that would be her description, sir.” The Sergeant glanced at his note. “And the man, somewhat unkempt-looking with busy hair and beards.” “Zainab and Rimi.” Caleb muttered. “Huh? Sir?” He turned to stare vaguely at the officer, then shook his head. “Go on, Sergeant, finish up here.” He ordered absently. He walked cautiously past the broken glass and towards the connecting door. He wasn’t exactly sure what was going on at the moment but it appeared like Rimi and Zainab were now working together. Why, is what he needed to find out. And who were the other men, who had apparently carried out whoever it was that had been shot there, that too was something he needed to uncover. Meanwhile Rimi and Zainab had rented a room in a motel outside town. Well, two rooms, but right at the moment they were both in Zainab’s room. The whole fight and shooting drama had sort of pushed her back from the twirls of emotions she was beginning to surrender to. She’d squelched all illogical and out-of-bounds feelings and refocused her attention on her goal and on the reality at hand. “So, you want me to believe that you had absolutely nothing to do with the robbery and with my father’s murder?” She asked eyeing him warily as he sat on a couch across the room. Rimi sighed. He had told her all he knew, all that transpired that day. But obviously she was finding it hard believing him. He didn’t blame her. He had been the man found on the scene of the crime and the man who got convicted for same crime. It won’t be easy to trust him. “That is what I’m telling you and that is the truth.” Zainab studied him, her brows furrowed together in a frown. He looked like he was being honest and he’d saved her life too. But all that could just be an act? A front to cover up who he really was, right? Rimi sighed again and got up from the couch. “Look, I know you have no reason to trust me. But I am an innocent pawn in whatever evil game Uche was... is playing. I know he must have planned all this and possibly coaxed Tonia into helping him... he was always dubious and criminal.” “Don’t be naive.” Zainab reproved sharply. “Of course she was part of the conspiracy all along. Possibly, she came up with the idea.” She lifted her shoulders in a careless shrug. “She never liked you. And she was the one working at the jewellery store and the one who called you that night.” Rimi snorted disbelievingly. “Tonia? The brain behind the frame-up, robbery and murder?” He let out another snort. “I don’t think so.” Zainab looked at him and shrugged, getting up from the bed. “Well, I don’t know. I don’t know you or Uche or this Tonia.” She started pacing the room, feeling the rise of agitation. “All I know is that some people robbed my father’s store, murdered him and now someone else or same people want me dead.” Rimi watched her as she walked back and forth the medium-sized room careful enough to avoid where he was standing by the window. He understood her need to do that. Something odd was happening between them... well, not anymore since she seemed to have crushed whatever it was and was now back to the woman who’d pointed a gun at him and shot him. The woman seeking revenge for her father’s murder. “I think all this is getting out of hand way too fast.” He said. “I just got out of jail today, regained my memory out-of-the blue and almost got killed by the woman who triggered it...” he gave a jocular chuckle. She didn’t look amused, so he shrugged and went on. “And then ended up playing a poor imitation of Jackie Chan and Jet Li in another shootout that ended with the lady saving the day.” He shook his head. “Zainab, I am confused here and I think maybe we ought to go to the Police.” She swung around. “Are you insane?” There was no way in hell she was involving the Police. She wanted revenge not the Justice system. They’d failed her once and they were bound to fail her again. “You want to go to the Police? You just got out of jail early for a robbery and homicide conviction and now there’s a man probably dying right this minute in my apartment and you want to go to them and tell them what—that we shot him in self-defence?” Rimi stared at her. She made sense. The reason he’d wanted them to run out of her apartment was to avoid the Police and now he was suggesting they go to them? “So, what do you suggest we do?” Zainab straightened her shoulders and folded her arms across her chest. “We do what you intended initially— go after your criminal friends.” She said with icy calmness. “But you have to remain memory-less. Your amnesia is the key to our getting them and so, it stays. Nobody, absolutely nobody, gets to know that you’ve gotten your memory back.” Rimi looked at the unwavering resolution in her eyes and wondered briefly if he could match her determination. But then while betrayal was a strong driving force, murder was even more powerful. END OF CHAPTER SIX |
| Pets › Re: 9 Unique Dog Breeds U May Never Come Across by PrettySpicey(f): 2:50pm On Nov 26, 2014 |
You see that Catalburun and Redlington terrier? All I can say is... uh huh, hell to the no! Lol. @OP, great one. |
| Education › Re: 10 Most Annoying Nigerian Media English Expressions. by PrettySpicey(f): 2:33pm On Nov 26, 2014 |
It baffles me that most Nigerians are still ignorant of the fact the Nigeria is a native of the English language as it is the country's official language. When a language is your lingua franca, you are expected to be a native speaker of such a language. Therefore knowing how to express yourself fluently and accurately in it should be a priority. So asking if the OP can write or even speak his local language is not only pointless but senseless. @Topic, OP thank you for such an enlightening subject. Believe me, most of this over used and ill-used expressions is one of the reasons I can't stand Nigerian journalists. 2 Likes |
| Literature › Re: Nairaland Writers Collaboration by PrettySpicey(f): 7:12am On Nov 26, 2014 |
JeffreyJamez:If you ask me, na who I go ask |
| Literature › Re: Nairaland Writers Collaboration by PrettySpicey(f): 8:35pm On Nov 25, 2014 |
JeffreyJamez:You know sai you rude abi?  |
| Music/Radio › Re: Chaz B Of Rhytm FM Is Dead by PrettySpicey(f): 9:07pm On Nov 22, 2014 |
I am so saddened by this. But then how about his wife, his kids? Chaz B, your voice was legendary but your words were even more so. May you rest in the bossom of Christ our Lord. Amen |
| Romance › Re: One Thing You Can't Tolerate In A Relationship by PrettySpicey(f): 6:06pm On Nov 22, 2014 |
INFIDELITY!!! I am not a framed photo on the wall. I am here for you. You need no other. If I catch you... c'ést fini! |
| Romance › Re: Mr Nairaland [December 2014] Contest Winner - Naijaboiy! by PrettySpicey(f): 12:55pm On Nov 22, 2014 |
I vote NAIJABOIY cc EzePromoe 4 Likes 2 Shares |
| Literature › Re: Take Me As I Am - A Love Story by PrettySpicey(op): 7:41pm On Nov 21, 2014 |
miracle98:Glad you are, miracle98 |
| Literature › Re: Take Me As I Am - A Love Story by PrettySpicey(op): 7:40pm On Nov 21, 2014 |
Sleekyshuga:Amen!!! And thank you a zillion times for your great words. I'm so glad you enjoyed it. |
| Literature › Re: Take Me As I Am - A Love Story by PrettySpicey(op): 7:37pm On Nov 21, 2014 |
Bobbybube:So many thanks, Bobbybube. I'm glad you enjoyed. |
| Literature › Re: Take Me As I Am - A Love Story by PrettySpicey(op): 7:35pm On Nov 21, 2014 |
Adegokedamisky:Thanks a zillion, Adegokedamisky |
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