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HumbledbYGrace: He said he is very busy....so this should wait till he comes back

okay o.. Just thought of... Neva mind

Efemena_xy: Hello Rap,

Sorry mate, not gonna be able to partake this time around but I'll be wishing you all the very best. Thanks for considering me though - much appreciated.

Take care,
Efe.

*SOBS*

Ishilove: Ishiloveathon

Peace.

BTW, how do we pronounce the above.. 'ISHI LOVE A TURN' or ' ISHI LOVE A TONNE'.. U're one lover girl.. Make una no fight sha ~just wondering~

SexyDuby: odawise wetin happen 4 calabar carnival go happen here!.

abeg, wetin happen? Gist 'horse' na

I'm beginning to think that the audience are spreading dis verbal fire.. I think it should stop..
Ishilove, i get your point..
Flow.. I've got yours from ya audience's point of view..
>LET IT GO, BOTH 'O' U<

Mazi_Omenuko: Would love to be excused!

I consider it rude that Larry would bring us together and abandon the work without an official comment to that effect.
I would have loved to hear from him and not from a third party.

Wish you guys luck!

no sh?t, ur name still stand though till further notice

Ishilove: Ishilove here, Ishilove there, Ishilove everywhere. Wtf??

They hate and they love me; they can't do without me.

They just can't keep my username out of their posts. Have an Ishiloveathon and knock yourselves out if it makes your day.

Peace.

Word..
2 all Ishilove's haterz, happy 'Ishiloveathon' day
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__"Oops! The plantain!!!'', Aminat hastied away towards the kitchen with the phone still by her ears. The smell of fried plantain and egg enveloped the entire room, making Lucan farmished, hungry for his best food, it has been long he had tasted it.
__Lucan stood up, paced around the room, reminiscing what just took place, starting from yesternight's fun to Aminat's statement. ''Does this mean that she fantasizes a 'happy home' with me?'', Lucan thought. He let his thought wander to Tracy, Late. Tracy, his first and only lover who got herself killed in setting him up, what a life. Yet he missed her, missed her smile, her sweet voice, but dammit, she was involved in his ordeal. He was careless to have let his lover be murdered, murdered in his home. He thought he was not fit to be anybody's lover because he couldn't save her, Tracy.
His thought was cut short by the hasty entrance of Aminat, he initially thought she was running because she had burnt the food not until he saw panic written all over her.
"Sh..sh..she has picked it'' was what Aminat was able to mutter while shaking profusely. Lucan silently helped her to calm down, instructing her to breathe in and out till her panic faded before telling her to pick the call and ordering her to put the call to loudspeaker,
With Lucan by my side, why fear? Aminat thought and picked the call not forgetting top place it to loudspeaker.
''Hello, Aminat Dasuntu... I want to speak with Mada... Sorry, Honourable Cathering Adams'',
''Aminat Dasuntu? As in the real Aminat Dasuntu? The topmost Nigerian model?'', A male voice spoke,
''Yes'', A surprised Aminat replied,
"Wow! Wow! I'm Honourable Adam's personal Assistant, she's delivering a speech right now so she can't speak with you now.. But, Miss Aminat, If we ever meet, I would like to have you sign me an autograph'', the excited P.A replied, Lucan giggled and whispered,
'' I'm guessing, he has crush on you'', Aminat eyed him,
"Oh! Okay, but could you please pass the phone to her, its urgent'', Aminat demanded,
"and I mean, Now'', she demanded flatly,
"No, No, that's against the protocol miss, but wait, I could make an exception, if only you'd promise to sign the autograph if ever we meet, which I know will happen'',
''Yes, I promise, just do as I instructed. God dammit''. There was silence for sometime and eventually, a voice spoke, a calm, female voice,
''Hello, Honourable Adams''
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Meanwhile, at David's home

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__David had gotten up and had his bath as early as possible, he had fixed breakfast for himself made up of bread, butter and coffee. Sharon had been away for few days due to work, thereby leaving David to be 'home alone'.
After the breakfast, David sat down, as his usual custom, he browsed the day's news on his android phone, nothing on Lucan. He was relieved to have heard from Lucan, he had even sent him to get some document for him, that should be quite easy to get, but with the revealation from Shade that he was been watched, how was he going to get the document across without giving his friend away?, David thought,
Well! Thanks to Internet, it could be done but how was he going to connect him, not without any contact.
"Moreover, what is he upto again?''
"I just pray he doesn't get himself into another mess''. He got up, wore his shirt, adjusted his trousers, wore his gun pouch, took his car key from the Italian designed glass table. With his phone on his right hand and a briefcase containing his gadget on his left, he could never leave for any place without his gadget. David strode out of his luxurious apartment.
__He got in his car, switched on the ignition and moved the car away from the garage and out onto the tarred road of his street. He was off to work, at the same time off to render a helping hand to a friend.
While driving, he thought about the person in charge of Tracy's murder? Because that would be hard to get without permission from the person in charge. He brought out his phone, making sure that he was concentrating on his driving and dialled a colleague's number who picked after two rings,
"Hello, Dave how are you? Hope no problem?"
"I'm fine, No problem but where are you?", David asked,
"Office, you?"
"I'm on my way, bro, I need a favour from you", David stated,
"I'll like you to get a copy of Chief Koko's file and I'll also like to know who is in charge of Tracy's Murder'',
"As per the Chief Koko's file, I would get that for you but Tracy's murder I.P.O, I don't know but I'll find out, anything else?''
"No, thanks, that's all for now, I'll be with you guys in the next fifteen minutes'', David thanked his friend and ended the call, he adjusted the car's side mirror and noticed that an unlicensed toyota camry was behind him. After five minutes behind the wheel, turning and driving the car and the toyota was still behind him, he concluded that he was been trailed, yes, he was been trailed, ''but by who?''

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****CHAPTER 14*****
** ENLIGHTENMENT **
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__The rays of light that penetratated through the little space in the window sill was the only light that illuminated the room, making it look like a room used for romantic date with act of candle lighting done in the early 80's.
__The rays fell on a body lying on a king-size bed in a well furnished bedroom, a light skinned, naked body. The body was immobile for some minutes untill the person rolled over and revealed, a body with biceps and triceps that'd make some ladies go gaga, the kind of 'Iyanya's 6 packs', this, and many other features made the sleeping man more sensual, what ladies will call; IRRESISTABLE.
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__Lucan woke up with renewed energy, even though he was awake, he had his eyes closed reminiscing yesternight's fulfilled fantasie's of his, 'Bedding a model, not just any model, Aminat Dasuntu'. He thought he was feeling great, "Happy'' should be the right sub, maybe it was due to the healthy S.ex he had with the person lying beside him.
__Eyes still shut, he brought his hand to the weight beside him, praying for it not to be one of those 'almost real fantasies' of his. He felt the object, this was no human being's body!!! True, it felt smooth like Amina's skin but it was 'textile like'.
"HOLY SH¡T!!!", Lucan exclaimed and jumped up from his lying positon, glanced beside him to the sight of the smooth cotton pillow,
"Where is Aminat?, or am I in a kind of trance? Had she been kidnapped for divulging confidential secrets? But, no one knows about these except she had been wired, maybe she was practically toying with him'', all these were part of the questions out of one thousand and one questions racing through his mind as he got himself quickly dressed., picking up his trouser that was neatly laid on a chair beside the bed,
''That is odd, our cloth was tossed to 'God knows where when....''
''Holy Jeez, does this confirm my suspicion that she had been kidnapped?'', he musterred silently to himself and hastily wore the sandal Aminat bought for him and darted towards the door without even having a second thought, that was 'Non Police' of him and he knew it, but what does he care.
__He would have collided with Amina who had a tray on which had a hot, brimmed filled tea in a tea cup, tin milk and cubes of sugar, was neatly placed on her right hand and cell phone on her left hand placed to her ear.
"What is it, Lucan?'', Aminat asked frightened and quickly ended her call and also had the full tray placed on a table by the bedside,
"Nothing, I...I...I thought you had ran away after tricking me''
''I'm sorry, I shouldn't have thought like that'', Lucan lied, not wanting to tell Aminat that he felf responsible for her. He scanned her and noticed that she was now on a pyjamas that either had the buttons wrongly placed or she had intentionally decided to button it halfway dow, it was revealing a lot of skin. This made Lucan's skin crawl and made him feel like wrapping his arms around her and have her, for himself only.
"No, you don't have to be sorry, no one can and should be trusted, but as for me, I TRUST YOU'', Aminat replied, she was aware that her choice of clothe had done a bit of the job she opted it for, seducing him till she have him for himself, she smiled to herself and moved over to have his tea prepared.
'I TRUST YOU!!!' the statement rang continuously in Lucan's head until his thought was put to halt by the noise from the stirring of the tea,
''Mehn! Just the sort of thing I needed to calm my nerves and set my brain to thinking'', Lucan blurted out to change the topic to ease the tense room condition.
''By the way, I've been trying to get across to....'' Aminat stated and halted mid way,
"Across to who?'', Lucan asked in anticipation,
''Madam K'', she continued,
"But she has not been picking, Well! That's not surprising, because she's always busy in Honourable Cathering Adam's form, we all know that. Interviews here and there'' she announced
"Oh! Don't you guys have any secret meeting place other than the Avengers Forum?", Lucan inquired, his detective form beginning to come in to play,
"Nope, Not with Madam K, I understand it's so that she wouldn't be caught among that sort of thing, you know, so she commands and we obey'', Aminat explained with brillian American accent. Girls and forming or wash wash...
"Meaning that she can call you guys not the other way round'', Lucan completed the puzzle-like statements,
"sort of'', Aminat replied and handed over the creamed tea to Lucan, who in turn took it and would have gulped it at once if not for the hotness of the content. He was eager to know more.
__Aminat picked up her phone and dialled away,
''I won't stop calling, until she picks up, we've got to get this over with on time, so that I can live my life afresh... Just the way I want, with my new found interest'', she said and flashed Lucan a smile,

I'm asking 4 permission to drop the next chapter and also, permission to type the schedule

*BRINGS IN A FULLY LOADED UZI GUN*
''Anyone that talks sh?t here again, concerning tha above 'ISSUE'... U know what will happen o''
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By the way, I've not been to my own thread cos I'm sad about my Jamb result o.. ''NO BIOMETRIC VERIFICATION'' yet... Until I see my result, maybe dat's when i'll update.. E lè laarí mòógi

I see Foxy smiling at Moa... Viewing this topic: Foxy Ultimate

I like Ishi's writes, Frank, Larry, Red, Foxy, Efe, HBG, Oahray, Flow, {different styles you know} yet i'm no fan of any of them, I just appreciate good write ups..
U can't see me follow any n.igga... PEACE..
We all have a story to tell it just depend how we drop it down low.., the story attracts the audience, not the writer or the way its been put
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Note=> Stand up comedy can neva be appreciated in Nigeria if narrated in 'ISHI's QUEEN ENGLISH'
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*PICK RACE WITH MY POLIO-AFFECTED LEGS FROM ISHI'S GRAMMARIAN BROOM,
Whispers~~I heard u'll bcome impo.t.e.n.t if beaten with a broom, not to even talk of Grammarian broom*

Ishilove: Mr Flow, your immaturity and arrogance is making me wonder why I even bothered quoting your response. I'm done with you because it is obvious advice is wasted on you

the truth be told..
I see fault with some/all of your comment concerning this topic, u didn't whip ya 'koboko{horsewhip}' on Mcjevi or whateva, d guy shouldn't have critic flow in dat rude and insultive way. And u are not helping matter, by trying to say that Mcjevi spoke your mind, "mess That statement, Ishi is better than Flow'', bullsh?t.
Even if u didn't mutter/typed the above statement, your attitude towards the matter do.. THANK YOU AND DATZ ALL.. So i tot too

Mutaino7: Flow no nid to talk 4der i go pick the remaining beans. 1st of all to critique a writers work u've to point out his/her mistake and substituting them with d necessary words. U dont compare or bring down the intelligence level of a writer in d name of 'critiquing' his work*shey e dey oxford*. Encouragement goes a long way in helping writers improve. Check dis story A man worth waiting for by omotola and c d approach of a gud critique. Check Cyber Lover by frank to c how encouragement helps in improving writting skill.

we don hear u o, dat omotola try doh

Mutaino7: THIS IS HOW I GRADE WRITERS IN NLAND.

1.MAZI- Best porn writer
2.Ishi/Larry- Gud novel writers.
3.Flow- best comedic writer
4.Frank3:16- take comedy away then d remaining attributes are in his palm.
5.Red.Moss- Best interracial writer.
6.Omotola/repogal- Romance mistress.

me nko? BEST GANGSTER WRITER.. Gbagbe osi

*Oya make i add salt to injury*
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Ishilove and Flow will make a good couple..
=>Grammarian + Street Credibility A.K.A 9ICE