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Just then a middle aged man dressed in a long flowing robe came out through
the small gate, bowed and muttered something before disappearing inside
to go open the bigger gate.

'The f.ool! always sleeping on duty' Jide said angrily.

Soon they were driving into the compound, Daisy eyes instantly became busy scanning her environment.

When the car stopped. Jide got out first and slammed his door, this jolted Daisy who gathered her gown, opened the door and came out. The gateman was already at their side.

'Oga, good evening' he greeted, Jide didn't answer him, he just pressed the lock button in his car keys and started walking.

The gateman waved to Daisy smiling, she waved back. It really was a shock to him to see a lady on a wedding gown with his Oga who is also on suit. Jide had kept his wedding a secret, his house keepers didn't know, much less his neighbours, but then it was a 'mind your business'
neighbourhood which suited Jide just fine.

'Oga, Madam fine well well' the gateman exclaimed, Jide heard him from where he was fumbling with the door.

'Why don't you stick to your business for once Adamu' Jide shouted back, before entering inside.

'Its okay, thanks for the compliment' Daisy said, she had a slight American accent, developed during her years in the States.

'what's your name?' she asked

'Adamu ma' the gateman replied smiling sheepishly

'Adamu it is then, see you tomorrow' Daisy said walking away.

'Ok madam' Adamu replied.

He walked down to his tiny room that adjoined the gate, he looked back
severally at the retreating figure of Daisy, he was going to like this
his Madam he thought.

Daisy walked inbetween the shrubs that led to the door. The shrub formed a 'Y' shape towards the front porch of the blue painted bungalow. It
was well trimmed, the compound she noticed, was a bit spacious, to her
left was a tennis lawn with an adjoining basketball post, 'no wonder he
looks fit' she thought.

To her right was a small swimming pool with few chairs arranged close
by, that man sure liked to be comfortable.

'not bad...' she said 'i will surely need that'.

She moved on, she had been standing during the exploration. When she
opened the door, what she saw didn't amaze her, the parlour had the aura
of a bachelor crib, It was decorated predominantly with blue. The
settee were dark blue, the curtain that led to the hallway was blue, the
wall paint was a light blue, they were hi-tech musical appliances at
one side of the parlour, she could also see the dining room, typical
male, she thought as she went to seat on one of the settee.

'Home it is' she said drily, kicking off her heel shoes, she felt sore
all over. What a day indeed, she thought.

Jide was nowhere in sight, 'good' she said to herself, she didn't feel
like seeing him now. Slowly she lay on the settee, she was very tired and hungry.

The pangs of hunger jolted her again, she sat up and now wished to see Jide, if atleast to get a meal, her eyes moved to the clock hung just above the Plasma television, it was quarter to 10! And she was still on her gown? This was worst than a nightmare! She almost exclaimed.

Just then, Jide walked in, he was all freshness, he had taken his bath,
the light jersey he wore clinged to his body just too perfectly, Daisy
thought, that had earned her a feeling way down in the pit of her
stomach.

'For Jeez sake, Daisy!' she chastised herself silently 'this man has
treated you less than human and you still feel this way for him?' she
mentally gave herself a knock.

Jide didn't even act like they was someone in his parlour, he just
walked past Daisy, picked up the remote on a nearby side stool, pressing
it, he sat down on the chair directly opposite the television.
Immediately the television lights came up and few seconds later, a
wrestling match surfaced.

He threw the remote onto a nearby chair, raised his legs unto the chairs
and focused his attention on the match.

Daisy was short of words to say, she felt so like crying, did he hate
her that much? She thought.

Yet nothing, not a move or realisation from Jide.

It was then obvious to her, she had to make a move if she wanted to come
out of these annoying gown, 'cos that man sitting over there doesn't
seem to care one bit.

As if to confirm her thought, Jide smiled, obviously at something or
someone in the wrestling match. Maybe he had forgotten her or he was
just pretending. Daisy wasn't sure.

Daisy stood up slowly, she was too spent to feel angry, had she expected
Jide to carry her high up in his arms unto their 'matrimonial' bed and
give her the best wedding night ever? Yeah right that's if pigs finally
knew how to fly, she snorted.

'Jide i need to freshen up and i'm hungry' she said calmly. Somehow she knew that she dared not raise her voice if she didn't want to bring his irritable temper to fore for that would only worsen her situation.

Thanks
you guyz for stopping by. Jeff, i see you too......
here goes chapter two:

Chapter 2
The drive home at half past eight was not smooth sailing, Jide was very
angry and irritable all through, he cursed and yelled at any motorist
who was unfortunate enough to make a reasonable mistake, or those that
were not in line with Jide's 'driving rules'. He shouted at hawkers who
came to sell their wares at his window and screamed abusive words at
motorcyclist who flooded the road.

'Does it look like i need bread or anything?' he yelled at one of the
hawkers who displayed bread on his window during the 'hold-up'

'okay make i call the guy wey dey sell champagne' the bread seller
replied innocently.

The guy had noticed that he was speaking to newly wed's, even though all
the decorations on the car were gone and the 'just wedded' insignia
that was pasted at the number plate of the car, had been ripped off by
Jide and tore into uncountable pieces.

'you must be very S.tu.pid' Jide shouted hitting his hands on the wheel

'Abeg oga take am easy, no be marry, you just marry' the seller replied
angrily.

Jide wanted to come down and beat the lights out of the guy if not that
the traffic jam they were in just cleared and the car in front of him
had moved on, while those at his back started their impatient horn.

'God saved you' he screamed at the guy through his window before driving
off.

'I don't know why this riff rats are allowed to stay on the roads to
become such nuisance' he muttered angrily under his breath.

Daisy was calmly seated at the other side, she would have loved the
bread, at the mention of which her stomach churned, she had only eaten a
hurried breakfast before the church service, and then there was that
cake that almost choked her and a little wine she drank after the toast.
That was all the meal she had eaten today.

But she dared not mention it to Jide ears else he would turn her into
white bread either verbally or physically.

One thing she had learned about her husband was that he had a very bad
temper which can make him irrational and impulsive, whether he regretted
his actions later was one fact she didn't know or wish to know.

She wondered what kind of newly wed's drove home by this time, but then,
her wedding wasn't the conventional type, it was fraught with scandals
and dramas, everybody in the Olukoya's family were angry, all except her
offcourse, she was now part of the family indeed, this thought made her
smile briefly, she caught herself and cast a side glance at the man who
was now her husband, even now, she reasoned, he looked devilish and
handsome- if ever a combination like that existed, that lips which had
attracted and seduced her in the picture were now curved in a frown, she
concluded that he had obviously eaten for him to have all the will
power to stay angry.

Her stomach was seriously rioting, none of the assorted meals that were
cooked at the wedding tasted her lips.

She just hoped she could find something to eat at the new home which
awaits her. A home she was visiting for the first time.

*********
Daisy woke up with a start, how long she had been sleeping she couldn't
tell, she had slept off in between all her musing, she looked out of the
window to discover that they were no longer on the busy road, they were
on a street with identical houses on both sides, the houses were
predominantly bungalows with few scattered one-storey buildings, they
were patterned the same nevertheless, must be an estate she thought and
stole a glance at Jide.

He was driving slowly now and his face didn't hold so much scowl and
anger it had some while ago. Whatever calmed him down she thought.

Unknown to her, while she was sleeping, her gown had tumbled around her
in disarray and her hair carelessly strewn around her face, the pins
that held them up had fallen since, Jide had gazed at her, she looked
prettier to him when she was asleep, all traces of sadness gone from her face. A sadness he knew he contributed in, even caused. The neckline of her gown had shifted a bit exposing her cleavage, they were lovely, just the size he liked, something in between big and small. Immediately he caught himself, not liking the path his thoughts were taking. He felt guilt for admiring a woman whom he had plainly shown he hated, 'well, she's supposed to be my wife' he defended, but deep down he knew that he didn't really hate her, he was angry over the fact that she allowed herself to be manipulated by his family, he should be justified for the anger he felt at everyone-his family and even his wife...what was her name again...Daisy. And so he forced himself to concentrate on the road. Not long after, Daisy had woken up.

The car stopped in front of a black gate, Jide horned severally, no response, he was getting impatient and his temper was ascending. Daisy felt like cursing whoever it was that didn't open the gate.

54 pages and counting......
Hmm...call me when the tale ends, and i will sprinkle holy water

i would have just won 1 million now, just for the hesitant of Stephen. do i have the sixth sense or what?


nice update, they were some poor sentence construction, work on it
good all through.

Repogirl...thanks, you know you are one of those who inspired me, ur questions would be answered

Sino....thanks for the tip, will heed it

noni..... i appreciate you too, am definitely posting chapter two soon.

*I've seen what you writers go through, phew*

yeah i enjoyed it, but as they said, they were some omitted scenes, i got lost inbetween, but i found myself

keep it coming!

That's what i hate about indiscreet sex-the feeling of emptiness after all is done, the morning after is the real deal when regret eats you up..... and you wish it never happened. That is Chilo's problem and she needs help fast

hmm... where the eagles gather

'Mrs' he drawled 'its time to go, forever after awaits' he said with sarcasm. then started walking away, but stopped when he noticed she hadn't made a move to stand.

'And you better not keep me waiting!' he almost shouted and stormed off.

Daisy slowly stood up and walked out to the future that awaits her.

****************
End of chapter one. Working on chapter 2, i need you guyz encouragement to continue. So please help me here

chapter 1 continues...

'Mama please, if there's anyone to blame here, its me. Am the one who
fell in love with a man like Jide, i did nothing to stop this imminent
crash because of this...this...this...'she couldn't describe it.

'...love, that is causing me so much sorrow' she completed, still lying
down.

'Please don't be hard on yourself Daisy' Mama cooed, tenderly stroking
her arm.

'Am okay. I just want to be left alone for now' She said.

Daisy really loved this woman who has been more than a mother to her
during her years in the United States, but right now, she was irritating
her with her insistence of crying over spilled milk. The best she could
do now, was to let her be.

Mama as if reading her thoughts, stood up.

'I also came to tell you that Jide is around now, but he's having a word
with his father. He will join you shortly' mama said walking away.

Daisy said nothing, what was she expected to say Thank God? Jide could
bloody well get missing again for all she cared. Yet deep down in her
heart, she knew she cared. The reason she married him in the first
place.

When mama got to the door, she stood for some second as if contemplating
what to say. Finally she uttered:

'please take it easy on yourself, it will be fine'

then she shut the door quietly.

Daisy still said nothing. She just slept still in her pile of white
lace, she wasn't crying, she just didn't know how she felt.

Some minutes later she heard a soft knock on the door, exasperated, she
shook her head mentally 'why wont this people ever hear!'

The door opened and in came her step mum

'Chinwe' her stepmother called softly 'Are you sleeping?'

immediately she heard her Igbo name, she stood up quickly from her bed.
There was only one person in the wedding who knew her by that name.

'Aunty, no am not sleeping, i was just...' she stopped talking and
looked down at the bulge of her gown, she was tired of putting up
appearances.

'oh Chinwe' her step mum said and went towards her, extending her arm to
embrace her.

Daisy walked into her open arm, she felt a heaviness in her heart, then
she knew the tears would soon come. But why now in front of her? The
very person it shouldn't.

'Am sorry i couldnt support you enough' her aunty said patting her back.

'You tried the best you could, i just wish...wish...my father was here
now or even my mother' the tears had finally let down and Daisy was now
crying.

'This was what your father had seen that made him put up strong
opposition'

'Even if no one believes me, i love Jide, that's why i married him'
Daisy said with a teary tone

'you don't know what you're saying child' her stepmother replied, Daisy
disentangled from the embrace and her stepmum led her to the bed. She
was still crying softly.

'He obviously doesn't love you back' aunty said as they both sat down.

'He...he...i don't know' Daisy had wanted to defend Jide

'Its okay, just relax, everything will be fine' aunty finally said.

Daisy nodded her head and rested it on her aunty's shoulder.

They stayed that way for minutes. This bond they now seemed to share was
new to Daisy, it wasn't as if they were enemies, but they had always
been distanced, each acknowledging the other but not really bonding.
Whenever she came home to Nigeria, she often stayed in her father's
house, she couldn't stand her step siblings attitude towards her, but
the few times she did, Mrs Amaka Okechukwu was civil to her and treated
her fairly well, Daisy hadn't cared to get any closer, afterall it was
this woman who took her mother's place, keeping her at arms length was
just fine.

The relationship she had with her father didn't fair any better, she had
one or two grudges against him, and the part he had played in this
marriage would definitely fuel the grudge. Thinking about all these
things made her cry the more.

'Calm yourself now' her aunty said softly.

A phone rang just then, it was her aunty's. Mrs Amaka picked it up saw
the caller and cut the call. Daisy shifted away from her as she made to stand up.

Standing up she said: 'That was your father, obviously worried, i must get going now, you know how it is with Lagos traffic at night and on Saturdays?'

She didn't really know but she nodded, wiping the tears from her eyes, they are now red and a bit swollen.

'just tell dad... everything was fine' she said

'I will' her aunty nodded knowingly. Her phone rang again.

'its him, i must go, pls take care and stop crying, everything will be fine. See you at the church tomorrow, Okay? Bye' she finally said and started walking away, her phone kept ringing. When she got to the door, she waved Daisy before stepping out. Then she closed the door softly behind her.

'Why is everyone saying everything will be fine when nothing looks fine' Daisy wondered as she started Laying down again, midway, the door opened, she stood up abruptly and in came the object of her woe, Jide.

Joy4mi: NIce write up princesa.i am following dis story to d end.so when will u be updating? Cheers

thanks! am actually modifying the posts, copy and pasting from my notes down here is killing me, just look up where you stopped. they should be another update pls
thanks

The rest of the ceremony dragged on slowly, Jide's anger increased with each activities they observed that was stipulated on the program menu. When it was time to feed eachother the cake, Jide almost stuffed Daisy
with the cake, that act had given
him pleasure.

'serves her right' he thought to himself.

Daisy had however tenderly given him his part of the cake, but inside
she was burning with anger, Jide was really acting s.tu.pid and
childish, she thought, he didn't have to be so wicked trying to choke her with the cake, so she would cough out her pitiable self infront of all these people. Well, she wouldn't retaliate because there was no telling what lay in the sleeves of this husband of hers, and so she carried on the facade of the happiest bride on her happiest day. How
hard it was!

Also, during the couple dance, No matter how ostentatious Daisy had tried to be, it was obvious that the rift between them was far from friendly much less conjugal, those who had an inkling that somethings
were wrong with this couple could really rest their case.

Because Jide had been miles apart from Daisy and seemed to be dancing with one of the female guests who had come to dance with them, even the M.C observed that and chipped in:

'It seems our groom here can't tell the difference between a lady on
white and one on red'

But jide was far from caring, if they wanted a dance, he reasoned, then
dance he must give them, no matter who was on the receiving end. He so
hated his wedding and loved every opportunity he could get to create a
scene, that would atleast teach his manipulative family spearheaded by
his grandmother to stop meddling with the affairs of a grown man, he had
had his misgivings about working in the family company, which meant he
had to see the face of his over bearing father and annoying brother
almost on a daily basis, an interaction which had finally led him to
this sham of a union.


And although it was too late to turn back the hands of time, it wasn't
too late to create a media scandal that would get through the thick skin
of his family. This dance was therefore, short of the expectations of
what lay ahead for them and their docile pet, Daisy.

The wedding finally ended at about 6pm, Jide, to the chagrin of everyone
wasn't available to give a 'vote of thanks', it was said by his father,
he had left halfway during the presentation of gifts and his space was
filled by Ade, that act had almost brought Daisy to tears, it took words
of encouragement from Ade to calm her, he had said:

'Daisy don't work yourself up unnecessarily, Jide can be impulsive
atimes, but he's a wonderful guy most times'

'yeah right' Daisy had snorted in reply.

The other reason why she was smiling was because she was receiving gifts
from the guests, gifts that seem to go on forever. The Olukoyas had
friends who were very generous, she hoped she would soon get mixed in
their world.

'Well, this is enough to compensate all my loss right now' she thought,
calming herself.

But at about 7pm, Jide still had not shown up, his number wasn't
connecting and nobody could say for sure where he went.

'this is an exclusive case oh', it has always been the bride who gets
missing before or after the wedding not the groom, this definitely is a
shockker' Ade had replied dryly to Jide's father when he had asked him
of Jide's whereabouts.

'That's how stupid and childish Jide is, let me just set my eyes on him,
he will surely have a piece of me' his father had replied angrily and
stormed off to go quiz more of his friends.

Ade had just shook his head, and walked towards the exit door, he was
already tired of Jide's attitude and the drama of the whole evening,
'whatever happened to pretending' he said to himself.

Daisy on her part had calmly gone to one of the rooms they rented in
Queens hotel to moan her situation, she just wanted to be far from
everybody. Although she did not expect the wedding to be so rosy, she
hadn't imagined it would be this bad, she was starting to regret
everything now.

She wondered when her tears would break forth, she was showing so much strength and calmness than she ever knew she had.

'You never know how strong you are until you have to be strong' she said quietly to herself as she slowly lay on the bed she had been sitting on.

Just then she heard a knock, she didn't feel like seeing anybody.

'Why wont they leave me alone for once' she cried silently without making a move to see who had knocked.

The door opened and in came Jide's grandmother

'Daisy Omo mi' she said going to seat by her on the bed

'Am really sorry for all that happened today, Jide was so...'

'Mama its ok, there's no need to feel sorry' cut in Daisy then she squeezed herself more, her wedding gown protested the act.

'Only God knows all the pain you're going through now, noone envisioned that it would turn out this way, on behalf of the family, i must take the...'

Chapter 1
The sun smiled pleasantly at the large spaced and brightly decorated
garden of Queens Hotel which was being used as the reception venue for
the wedding of Jide and Daisy, the atmosphere was cheerful as would a
wedding, and the couples were beautifully dressed in their wedding
apparel, Daisy was looking more beautiful than she had ever Imagined
herself, and Jide, who, though seem to have a frown etched on his face,
did not look any less as they sat in the special table meant for the
bride and groom.

Nobody would ever have imagined that behind all that facade lie two
hearts burning with anger and fear; while anger burned brightly in
Jide's being, fear of the unknown stationed itself in Daisy's heart,
they were trying their best to put up appearances for their guests.
Although Jide was struggling with that part.


It was however, all Daisy could do whether she preferred to or not, she
had to make her step-mum see how happy she was and relay the information
to her dad who had sworn never to step foot in her wedding.

Her stepmother was the only family who had come to celebrate with her,
her step-siblings couldn't care less and it took all the will power she
had to plead with Uncle Tobechi to come give her away in marriage, After
which he left. Her uncle had initially disagreed and termed it a
'taboo' for him to give Her away in marriage when her dad was still
alive, but then Dad had vehemently opposed the union, so, expecting him
to give her away was like expecting the moon for breakfasts!

But the wedding had to go on, not even the insanity of it had deterred
her, yes insanity it was, getting married to a man who she hardly knew
and who hardly knew her in this 21st century with all her education and
exposure was madness impersonified!

But as they say, it's too late to turn back the hands of time. The ''I
do's'' have already being said some hours ago at Love Word Assembly,
they were now man and wife before God and before all these guests
gathered comprising people mainly from Jide's side - his colleagues at
work, his family, his friends and also friends of his friends. The
number of people who knew Daisy, even slightly were not up to ten and
that had made her feel scared and lost as if on an island, her
stepmother's presence couldn't even quell the feeling. It was so bad
that even the bridesmaid who was dabbing away at her face trying to make
her look splendid every now and then was scarcely known to her, she is a
friend of Jide's sister whom Jide's Grandmother had chosen because,
according to her, she complemented Daisy just perfectly.

She however braced herself to go through the ordeal she put herself in
for she couldn't abandon herself. And now, more than ever, she missed
her mum.



'Its time now for the bride and groom to cut the wedding cake, but
before that, i would like to call on Miss Sarah Adams to come tell us
the make up of this cake and its significance to our lovely couples
here' the M.C cheerfully announced.

Amidst clapping, the said Sarah Adams walked elegantly to the stage,
collected the Mic and started speaking:

'well, on behalf of Sarah's Bridals, i am glad to tell you that...'

But Jide wasn't listening. He had constantly checked the watch seated on
his left hand and at other times checked the 'order of programme' that
was placed on their table. He was checking it again and was visibly
restless.

'Just Number five?' he muttered angrily to himself

'and what is this silly lady yarning on about?' he added while scanning
the crowd looking for noone in particular. His eyes had continuously
roamed everywhere but on the lovely woman seated by his side, he felt
that the more he forced himself to ignore her, the more he could cope
with the whole nightmare.

'I need to visit the gents' he whispered to his friend Ade, seated by
his side, Ade was his best man.

'come again' Ade replied while his eyes focused on Sarah Adams and ears
attuned to her speech.


'Men fu.c.k this! I need to visit the gents' jide cursed silently, making a move to stand up.

Immediately, his friend held him back.

'what's the problem with you man?' Ade asked now shifting attention to him

'i wanna ease myself' he muttered under his breath

'no way that happening cos its time to go cut the cake made with honey, love and bliss' he replied sarcastically, and joined in the clapping by the audience.

'You have my permission to cut it, that's why you are my best man' Jide said standing up. Just then Daisy stood up, her countenance cheerful though she had heard the last part of their discussion. In between Miss Sarah's speech, Daisy had wished that the honey professed by Sarah as a significance of sugar to their marriage, would really sweeten the life that lay ahead of her, even more, sweeten the attitude of Jide here, even for an hour.

'well, that's why we also have the groom' Ade replied him later as they were walking to the stage.

I have been inspired by
the works of creative people i am opportuned to meet here on nairaland, and after much deliberation, i decided to try my hands on writing a story that has formulated in my mind for a while now. Know that this took a lot of courage and it is my debut piece.

Criticism is highly welcomed, both positive and negative, don't worry
you wont hurt my feelings

So here goes all or nothing.......
Signed: Princesa

thanks to ekaromail for the cover concept. Good chick i tell you

that bit is true, am gonna stop lazying about and write me a story, the storyline is there but the zeal is lacking

don't forget about me request ok?

how about writing a full fledged novel, how do we go about it considering the fact that you dwelt on short stories only

just in the nick of time, i was thinking of suggesting to one of our gifted writers here to open a 'writing class' thread here so as to enlighten us wanna be's

you tried no doubt, but pls extend the knowledge to other fields of prose writing if you can, let it be like a class with materials, internet links, examination and all to aid we the readers.

anyway kudos to you!

@larry
the unforeseen issue was the fact that you had to write another
chapter in place of another collaborator......i could be right or wrong


and after Ishi shot Lucan in the head, it probably wasn't meant to be
severe, but.... the subsequent writers took it far and you had to
bring in divinity *deux ex machina*, i think its called something like that in literature* to save him. it was the only way out...... that's
what happens when different people write a story......

Its all Good. better bring a Plausible reason on how Jack became the new
villain

patiently waiting#


before unnecessary arguments erupts about which medical narrative was
right or wrong, just scrap the part......it definitely is boring. my
opinion offcourse

#finished reading#
*puts on a professor glass*
i must say the subsequent chapters made the plot nose dive... New and un-necessary characters were introduced and the tell tale sign of collaborative efforts by writers with different angle showed as each writer was struggling to piece the plot together...

The story became unnecessary lengthy and ending it earlier in chapters 10 or 11; wouldn't have been bad.

Myndd Where did you draw out the Shade character from? You introduced a totally new angle that might just be hard to link, personally, i don't think it was necessary...

And Larry, what's with the whole medical boring lengthy narrative about how the brain or something works It was totally a ploy to lengthen the story...... And i just got bored half way. But i guess it was due to unforeseen issues, right?

Well the puzzle was kind of solved with the introduction of the Victor character, he spear-headed the death of Chief Koko, bt the story went on

and now Jack, how can the mess be pieced?

the miraculous power of Lucan after awakening was also unrealistic

anyway am still following, other

Well well well...
Chapter 7 by sigmunfreud was not disappointing a bit, that guy writes beautifully...never really seen other works of his, but he did justice to the plot...'the suspense king' where do you draw your dexterity from? Cos i need to tap in!

chapter 8... By our very own Ishilove, as expected, she more than dealt with the story, she was spectacular!...but almost killed Lucan anyway he was saved....one thing about this chapter is the indepth and apt imageries employed, offcourse you know Ishi, U're a writer i look up to

chapter 9......uniquexty, uhm, the narrative was good, albeit rushed, nothing intriguing happened & all that 'rib tale' bored me

Una over try...
The story sha long, wonder when I'd be tru But no qualms as far as it takes me on a jolly ride to the world of secrets, scandals and puzzle, am all in...
evidence of too much season movie the Nigeria police was portrayed as an organised system of dedicated & intelligent officers, make i hear

#still reading#

Ice4jez: mama u re one funny chic oh.u show ur hate for this
particular guys thread and u keep entrying as if u re the landlady.even
the dumbest person on earth no go believe say na comment u dey come
read.my pple say food way u no go chop make u no put am for mouth.stay
way if u no dey enjoy n leave us way dey jolly for here

nobody tells me where to go or not go...simple.

you owe me ur last Kobo, i hope you never forget

[quote author=Mazi_Omenuko]Yea, we already knew that.

You've said it a thousand times already.[/quote]twas for the benefit of the deaf

'memories are all there is
to remind us of what used to be
if only tears would bring the dead back
or erase the emptiness inside
we would shed an ocean for her
At a Beauty shed at its prime

Let God's comfort envelop you
For he truly knows how you feel
Take heart...

dsaintJ4Real: Kettle callin pot black, and i saw u viewing this topic by 2.15am...

Learner!

Do you have a proof?
No! cos lies tell themselves out, i dnt give a damn of what is written here

red mosquito...apologies for my overly criticism of ur write up, i, personally have not pen down anything...so i probably dnt know how it feels ...

*had to say this before sh.i.t starts* *
#back to the story

*walks in*
chapter four: Efe nailed it i felt like i was watching an episode of Desperate housewives...soon it became 'pretty little liars' she was able to salvage the 'Mr sala' setting of Mosquito and bring me back to the Newyork setting, wonderful narrative!

Chapter five, now Mazi was a wonder, he, with dexterity was able to link the clues of Mosquito and it was making sense too...... Well done dude, you have something else to offer

chapter six.. Ohary kept the suspense, new characters were introduced in a suspensful and intriguing way. Loved the narrative too......

going back to continue the chapters...
can't wait to know who killed Chief Koko!

You guyz are the very bomb, i respect all of u...including redmosquito