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Osedidi: No words to describe, I woke up at 5am saw dis story on FP and and could not get out of bed till I finished the whole twelve pages.......thanks to the writer, I WENT TO WORK VERY LATE TODAY.

you are welcome

shininglight: Wow, if dis story is true, den u r really a special person. Pple lyk m, nobdy see's anythn abt m, evn the pastors. Bt its courageous of u to write this, awesome, thrilling, intriguing.

Interesting. nobody sees anything about me either. we should talk more.

pweetixandy: Royver...Pls marry me?

By eight o’ clock the next morning I had taken my bath, eaten breakfast and was out of the house. Dad kept mum in the bedroom, said he wanted to discuss something with her. As soon as they were in I sneaked out and boarded a taxi.

I still hadn’t heard a word from Nina and frankly I was worried about her. At least she should have sent a text message to find out how I was doing…then again if she thought I was still insane she would have thought there was no point calling as I wouldn’t be coherent enough to answer. I urged the taxi-man to go faster and he replied that I should come down if I was in a hurry. I hissed and that was the cue for him to enter a sermon on safe driving. I turned away towards the window and mentally blocked out his voice as I watched other vehicles passing by. We eventually arrived at her estate 45minutes later. I jumped out of the car and paid the driver, who zoomed off immediately. I entered the estate, greeting the security guards in their dark blue uniforms sitting in their cubicle and listening to the radio. They answered politely and I walked inside. I checked from afar to see if there was any car outside but Nina’s frontage was completely empty. I approached cautiously and peeked in through the window. There didn’t appear to be anybody at home. I went round the house and saw that all the windows were locked and the surroundings quiet. It was only then it occurred to me that she would be at work. I had forgotten that today was a working day. She would probably have left early, locking up her place. This also meant that her fiancée’s visit had been over since Monday. I made up my mind and brought out my phone to call her. An emotionless electronic voice answered me:

The number you have dialed is switched off. Please try again later.

Maybe she was in a meeting, I thought. It occurred to me for the first time that I ought to be at work as well. It seemed a bit odd that nobody had called me to ask how I was doing or even come to visit me during my stay in the hospital. I had my share of friends there besides Nina and started to feel a bit hurt that none of them had deemed it fit to check on me. Maybe they were embarrassed but they would have at least come to see if I was being well taken care of. The fact that my strict boss hadn’t called even once, whether I was reported to be sane or not, was baffling. I decided I would go straight to the firm and find out what was going on.

I left the estate and boarded another taxi to my place of work. On getting there I was greeting jovially by the gate-man. I acknowledged his greeting and was happy to note that the spirit of alcoholism which usually perched on his shoulder was nowhere to be seen. I walked inside the building and took the elevator to the second floor. On coming out of the elevator I was greeted by familiar faces in a very friendly manner, which
I found to be quite relieving as I didn’t want anybody treating me awkwardly after my “incident”

“Guy how far na, how village? Hope your parents are all right?” the head cleaner asked as he passed by. I was momentarily stunned but recovered quickly and answered in the affirmative. He gave me a thumbs up signal and continued down the corridor. I heard similar comments as I made my way to my boss’s office.

“Chuks, well done o, you jus miss comot abi?”


“happy to know things are going well, did you get my messages”


“Well come back sir!”


“Thank god say you no kill ya papa.”

I stopped in my tracks and yanked the last speaker back by his shoulder. His name was Jackson. Jackson was an assistant manager like me and was a bit of a social misfit. He was a head shorter than I was; light complexioned with a round face that bordered on mongolism. He had the irritating habit of pressing his phone while talking to you that made him look like he was not paying attention. However I gave him a little respect because anytime I looked at him I literally saw him standing in a pool of mud. His feet always appeared made of iron and seemed to push him through the muddy pool but try as he might the pool followed him everywhere. Pachios had explained then that he had low self esteem issues and it was this low esteem that was his main driving force in life. He would excel in his field but would never feel happy with his accomplishments. It was a sad thing for me to behold so I always cut him some slack when dealing with him. Today however, I wasn’t feeling so generous.

“What do you mean by that?” I asked, still holding on to his shoulder. He brushed my hand off rudely and stood as erect as possible.

“Don’t get sore on me,” he said trying very hard to maintain eye contact, “I heard about your dad that’s all. For a moment there, the way you sounded, we didn’t think he was going to make it. I am glad to know he is doing all right.”

“What? What are you talking about?” I demanded.

“Is that chukwudi?” I heard my boss yell from his office. “Get in here!”

I reluctantly let Jackson go. He scampered away from me, leaving mud trails in his wake that only my eyes could see. I took a deep breath then walked into my boss’s office.

“Hey, Hey!” he shouted from behind his enormous leather desk. “Is this how we dress to work now?”

I looked down at my checkered grey and black short sleeved t-shirt and black chinos. It was true, I hadn’t planned on coming to work today so I had dressed casually.

“I’m sorry sir.” I said, “I just came to report that I was…”

“Yes I know,” he replied, standing up. “I’m not a dunce. We are all happy to hear your father is doing well, although I still have half a mind to
write a query for you. Next time, you’ll let us know you want to travel before going to a remote place where there is no network. I don’t care how urgent the situation is, I want to be given proper prior notice, understood?!”

“Yes sir!” I said, not understanding at all.

“Good!” he said. He took a pile of paperwork from his desk and tossed them towards me. “I want these completed on y desk tomorrow morning. No excuses!”

I nodded and was about walking out of his office then turned back. “Sorry sir, who told you my father was sick?”

He stared at me for a while as if I had gone mad and said “Are you alright at all? Wasn’t it you that called this office three days ago to say that your father was seriously ill and that you were already on your way to the village?”

“I, er…” I stammered.

“You said network would be poor there that we shouldn’t bother calling because it would be difficult to reach you, and really I tried your line severally but it kept saying not reachable, then you sent me a text yesterday saying your father was better and you were on your way back. I tried calling last night and again this morning but it was still saying not reachable! And the client has been disturbing me since Monday! If not that you are the only one that has information on our major clients deals I would have sacked you by now! Now get out of my office!”

I walked out and shut the door behind me. I still couldn’t understand what was going on and matters were made worse when I got to my desk. Nina’s table was empty, completely cleared. I dropped the files and went back to my bosses’ office.

“What are you doing back here?!” he shouted.

“Where’s Nina?”

“Who gives a damn where she is? She can be dead for all I care! I told you to finis-“

“Mr Folake, I’m going to ask you again,” I said in a deadpan voice, “if you do not answer me correctly I will go back to my desk and tear up every file I see there, after which I will resign. I’m sure you’ll be very pleased to collect my resignation letter, seeing that I have cost you three days of work after working here without a single day missed for five years! Where is she?”

He opened his mouth angrily but nothing came out. I could see the greed demon on his head becoming agitated. He was considering what I had said and was thinking if it would actually be more beneficial for him to take e up on my threat. Finally he made a decision.

“She resigned herself yesterday. Just came to the office and packed her things, saying she wouldn’t be working here anymore. I told her it was too sudden, that if she left now in the middle of the month there was no way I was going to pay her salary. She said that was okay, I could keep the salary. So I kept quiet and she left.”

What was going on? Why would Nina leave without even trying to contact me, crazy or not? I turned to go.

“Eh…chukwudi,” my boss called and I turned back.

“Maybe you should take some time off? After doing the files eh? You still look a little stressed.” He sighed and relaxed back in his chair. “People around here think I’m an a*hole but I need to appear harsh to keep this firm on its feet. It doesn’t mean I am a bad person.”

“Oh I know sir,” I said. “If you were a bad person, you would have more things than a greed demon attached to you.”

I walked out before he could ask me what I meant.

I went back to my desk and sat down, trying to make sense of it all. How did Mr A*** get access to my phone to call or send text? I mean, he could have done anything when I was in the hospital since he had access to me, but yesterday? I was at home throughout and my phone had been in my pocket. And why hadn’t any of my boss’s calls reached me? Or anybody’s texts for that matter? I brought out the phone again and looked at it. It didn’t see tampered with. On impulse I called home and my dad picked the call. I could hear my mum shouting in the background.

“Hello, who is this?” my dad said in a weary voice.

“Dad, it’s me chuks”

“Chuks?” he replied in a puzzled tone. “Why are you calling with a strange number?”

“Tell him to come back home!” my mum said in the background.

“Tell mum I’m fine dad, I’m at the office.” I replied. “Something weird is going on, everybody thinks I travelled to see you in the village, they said
they have been trying to contact me but that my number was not reachable.”

“Really it’s not o, your mum even tried calling you after you were gone for like an hour. She couldn’t get across to you. I’ve been having it hot here since.”

“But how?” I said, “my phone has been on since and I’m calling you guys now…”

And then it hit me.

“Sorry dad, let me call you back” I said and dropped the phone. I looked around the corridor and saw Jackson wading by.

“Jackson my man,” I called out. He approached me warily.

“Can you call my number please? I want to check something.”

He looked at me for a while then brought out his phone and dialed.

“Not reachable,” he said.

“Okay, one moment.” I said and scrolled through my contacts list until I saw his name. I called and his phone rang almost immediately. He quickly
picked it and said “Hello?”

“It’s me, Chuks,” I replied, then cut the call.

“Oh, you changed your number?”

“No I didn’t. Thanks anyway.” I left him standing outside looking confused and went back to sit at my desk. I opened my phone, it was an android, and brought out the SIM card.

I had bought my SIM card five years ago, and over time with change of phone and one or two accidents, it had acquired the smudges and scratches of old age.


The SIM card I brought out of my phone however couldn’t have been mine. It was brand new.

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Vickii Ro: I'm holding u 2 dat
When "Seun" turn "Seen"?

Thanks for the correction, was sure I wrote seun

Thanks all for all your comments! I definitely can't answer them all, haven't even had time to look thru all of them yet but from the few I have glanced at, I am deeply touched by your comments.
Erm, oga seun, good morning sir. This one wey I make some people join nairaland so, em....em...any comission for me?

Pls had some issues last night and could not work on d update. Will definitely update this morning. Thanks!

princesa: I don show!

Hello princessa
Pls answer my mail.

Evening all.
Pls I am looking for princessa. Need to speak with her urgently pls.

[quote author=chris_villa]Royver Royver
.
Why are thou not updating to thy people!?
This is the last warning!!!!
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Take your phone and start typing before your son resemble your landlord.
Thus says....[/quote]Bros as u see me so I don late for work o! Will update as soon as I return, all things being equal.

Have been doing some catching up on d posts. Thanks again for following! Some of u guys are very funny sha!

Petitequeen: [color=#770077][/color]abeg guy update nau...*kneeling on d ground begging profusely*

Have updated dear. Sorry to keep u waiting.

NnamdiN: Ok ma,I agree I am a silly dude, are you okay now?[b] I promise [/b]not to write anything on this thread anymore just so I wouldnt appear silly to you. take care

No you don't.
Don't let princessa get under ur skin bro. She's a naughty person. She told me herself. Pls come back.

mbapelvis: What a great piece! I'm in my car following you!

Watch where u are driving oh! I no dey for kasala oh!

MOBBDEEP: Hmmmm!!!!, I don't really know how to start this piece.
I hardly comment on NL despite having read great literary pieces on this forum.
Perhaps, hitting it off from your strong points will suffice.

Maaaaaaaan!, you've got an amazing spellbinding IMAGINATIVE mind & your creativity is astoundingly out-of-this-world. Believe me!
Writing Paranormals & Mystics is one of the most difficult in prose because it demands the most intricate, complex and top-notch imaginatively creative brain, which is quite rare to possess.
The substance and matrix of your piece are unique and of quality.
This genre has the least size of writers.
The only African writer I read who belongs to this class, albeit sad he wrote in Yoruba, was the Late Prof D.O Fagunwa of blessed memory.
I am not eulogizing you but you will quite agree with me that credit ought to be rendered when deservedly merited.
What more could I say to express your creativity!!!
You blended both Paranormal + Mystic into Romance and Thriller. Wonderful!!!, isn't it?
I can conveniently place you in the class of Lobsang Rampa & Stephen King without any felt restraint.


The only thing left for you to master is the refinement which to me is, though tedious, easily learnt and surmountable.
The most difficult qualities to possess as a writer are imagination, the matrix/substance and creativity. Others, as essential as they may be, ( e.g detailing, diction, syntax use etc ) are relatively easier to acquire.


Few mistakes I picked in this piece :
* Typos e.g seating ( sitting ), sitted ( seated ), intruiged ( intrigued ), dimention ( dimension ) etc
I do understand that typing with phone or phablet is not easy and with it, typos sure are unavoidable but we still have to mention.
* Tidying up the loose ends of your Settings/Plots which you actually tried to do well but there are still some few subtle errors of omission ( please pardon me that I used this word because I found the appropriate word elusive ). This was where Rene Raymond ( James Hadley Chase ) got my respect in that, despite not having visited US before, his Plots/Settings are excellently set in US with amazing precision that got the Americans shocked to their marrows. They simply found it utmost incredible that he had not been to US.
Examples of the mistakes here are :
#Dr Paul wearing a wardcoat.
Psychiatrists rarely wear such because it impairs the unique doctor-patient relationship needed in Psychiatry as against other medical specialties.
#I expected the parents to have discharged him against medical advice since most orthodox medical centers will not allow them engage in the mysterious exercise of contacting his alternate hidden personality ( Chuk the Strong ) right there on the ward.

But then, you still did a good job at it that you almost kept me wondering if you are a doctor.
Those diagnoses ( Drug-Induced Psychosis, Catatonic-State, Manic-presentation etc ),were whoa!, so on point.



My fear was deciphering if this one-piece epic artistry is a "fluke", and the predictability/assurance of maintaining consistence in excellent writing.
But that notion was dispelled when I saw the comment of Ishilove where she inferred you being a 1st Runner-up in a contest ( who the heck was the winner !!! ? I obviously need to find out! ) with your previous artistic piece of probable less-finesse.
I guess it's titled "The Haunted One"
I'm off to check it ASAP.



What even enthralled & endeared me to you most is your humility, unalloyed courtesy and meek-spirit!
Chai !!!, these sparked my brain!
Nothing gets me melting like an "unpuffed-up" spirit.
I know the type when I come across them.
Please, kindly do not mind this my next questions which you might find too personal & uncomfortable. If you are perturbed by it, you are free not to answer:
* Are from Ondo/Ekiti State ?
* Any past experience with white-garment churches/CAC or 7-Day Adventist ?
* Your core profession sir ?



In concluding, I don't need to tell you that you are going unbelievable places and win unimagined laurels if you care to nurture this crazy brain you have got.
Yours indeed is truly a beautiful brain.

***Phew!!!, this guy is so good that I had to type all these !!! ***




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Oh boy, see write-up!
Thanks for your insightful comments man. I had to look up ur profile before answering. Your high intellect reflects in your posts.
About the psychiatrist, you are right, however I was trying to paint a picture to the layperson and so decided to go with the ward coat thing to complete the "doctor" look. Also chuks was in a private room which allowed his father to do what he did without interruption with his mum standing guard outside the door.

As for comparing my work with Late Prof Fagunwa, lobsang rampa, Steven king... I don't know much about the former but I intend to find out and he sounds like a great man. I dabbled with some lobsang rampa in my childhood and Steven king still remains the original king of horror in my books. Being compared with them...its a monumental honour(if this was american idol I'd be crying now, why do white people like to cry so much anyway?!). Seriously, thanks man. I intend to reach their level and even surpass it if possible.

I'm not from the west but I spent some time there, specifically Lagos and Kwara state(not sure if kwara qualifies as north or west). Offa still remains the calmest town for me. I'm more of a south-south, south eastern.

Would like to keep my profession private for now, too much wahala in that area.
I've never been to white garment or seven day adventist.

Thanks once again for your comment. You rock!

[quote author=D.Ella.luv]Congrats Roy[/quote]Thanks

ijezie4: The Nakata Brophy Short Fiction and Poetry
Prize for Young Indigenous Writers

Nuff said!

I would also like to thank the mods for moving this piece to the front page. Dunno how d process goes but I think people nominate? Thanks all once again.

Ishilove! I see you...thanks for d criticisms ma'm.

Thanks all for appreciating the story. You can reach me on banderlog5@yahoo.com.

Will do my best to continue to enthrall and mystify!

Lala36: Hello Royver,

Thanks for this impressive and remarkable write up... I've been a ghost reader on nairaland for 5 years and never bothered registering a personal account... but I was forced to tonight because I wanted to tell you how much you impressed me with your story.. the theme, plot and everything else got me at the edge of my reading bed. Its 3a.m and its quite unusual for me to be up at this time. . I also admired that you listened to criticisms as the story went on and you let those make your story get better.. I was wondering if you would also like for your story to be shared on a blog ... www.36ng.com.ng Kindly leave me with a way to reach you ... and once again.. thank you for making me believe that there are still talented people out there as yourself... God Bless!

Thanks. I am glad you enjoyed my piece. You can reachme on banderlog5@yahoo.com.

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It’s been a day since I was discharged from the psychiatrist hospital at Yaba. And Nina has not called. My parents were ecstatic when I came out of the doctor’s office and told them that I had been discharged. They wasted no time in clearing whatever outstanding bills were left, thanked the doctor profusely and bundled me home like a long lost child. I didn’t blame them though. I hadn’t seen them in a year and the next thing they were hearing is I was crazy. And having the kind of gift that I do, I can imagine they were terribly worried. My mum keeps on hugging me from time to time, getting quite irritating. My dad is faring much better. I can tell he is happy by the way he nods at any suggestion my mum makes. Apart from that his expression has remained the same. He is more observant and has noticed that I am anxious about something and soon he figures out what it is.

I’m lying down in my room trying to read a novel, ‘A mile in my shoes’. My mum is in the kitchen, having gone to the market previously. From the deliciously titillating aroma that emanates from there, I deduce she is making Egusi soup. I can hear her humming happily to herself and I sigh quietly. I can’t wait for them to leave. I have to find out about Nina. I have to know why she didn’t call, why she didn’t visit, if she is alright. I have thought of calling her many times but I don’t know what situation she is in and I don’t want to alert Mr A**** to the fact that I am back and very sane. Not yet. What if I call and he is with her at the time? Would he feel threatened and harm her in some way? What if that fiancée of hers has convinced her to take the pact? What if she has simply forgotten about me and decided I wasn’t worth being around anymore? Maybe she believed it that I was a hemp smoker, that everything I had said I was capable of was just because of the effects of the weed I was purported to have been smoking? My head was a spaghetti plate of confused thoughts and it was giving me a headache. I planned on secretly going to visit her yesterday, as soon as I was discharged but my mother wouldn’t hear of it. She didn’t care where I was going, she said. I needed rest, she said. My house was devoid of soup and stew, how had I been feeding, etcetera, etcetera. And my dad had nodded in agreement, not saying a word in my defense. Parents!

The night before had been difficult, I kept tossing and turning, and when I finally went to sleep I was accosted by Chukwudi the stronger who wanted to know why I was so restless. It seemed like a dream but somehow I knew it wasn’t. I found myself explaining about Nina and my feelings for her. He laughed, or rather, giggled and asked if we had kissed yet. I told him yes and he said I should make sure to kiss her again now that he was awake to experience it. Pervert. Wait, he’s me, so…

Anyway here I am this afternoon, the morning having been one long boring lecture by my mother on how to keep my immaculately clean house cleaner, how my fridge is devoid of soup, how to keep my wardrobe neat else I wouldn’t attract the right kind of girl, (a statement that had so many things wrong with it but I didn’t want to argue with her) and so on. I kept quiet and endured until she finally went off to the market. My father had stayed in the parlour all through, reading the newspaper when there was no light, watching CNN when there was, and didn’t say anything at all to me which left me to my tormenting thoughts until I decided to come to the room and have a quiet read.

I heard a quiet knock on the door and I looked up from my novel. My dad was at the door, still holding his newspaper.

“Can I come in? He asked, and then came in regardless. I shifted over to one edge of the bed while he sat down at the other end. We sat still in awkward silence for a few minutes and then:

“Does she mean that much to you?”

“Yes,” I said, “Yes she does.”

He sighed. “We are not leaving until we are sure you are alright.”

“I’m an adult. I can take care of myself” I replied a little rudely.

“Sure you can,” countered my dad, “That’s why they called us to come and visit you in the psychiatric hospital.”

I opened my mouth, and then shut it again. Some more minutes of silence.

“You said the man was responsible for this? And you want to confront him again?”

“Yes sir.”I replied.

“What about the police?” he asked.

“What about them? I said. “Do you want me to go to the station and tell them, ‘Come and arrest this man, he made me mad, he has evil spiritual guardians and wants to steal his only son’s wife destiny after paralyzing him in an accident’? No way sir.”

“Don’t call me sir!” my dad said getting angry. “Are you crazy? Or you enjoyed the madness he dashed you so much that you want to experience
it again?! And over a girl you have barely known for a year?

“He insulted me, dad…” I said, getting angry myself.

“That’s not you talking. That’s Chuks the stronger…”

“I am Chuks the stronger!” I said, raising my voice.

“You men should shout very loud o, let all the neighbors know our secret o!” came my mother’s voice from the kitchen.

We kept quiet for a while. I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes. My dad sat still, looking at nothing in particular.

“I forbid you to go.” My dad said.

“Oh no you can’t sir!” I shouted getting up from the bed at once. My father looked up at me in surprise. I heard my mother sigh in exasperation and come out of the kitchen. A while later my sound speaker was on and blaring Anna Nalick’s “Breathe”, and then she was back into the kitchen. I tried to speak calmly.

“Look dad, you don’t understand, I think maybe the reason I have this gift, this sight is because I’m supposed to help people, right? Well what if it’s because of her? What if the reason I have the sight is so I could meet this girl in this world and help her out? I don’t know why I feel so strongly but I really need to see her again. I need to know she is alright, that I didn’t let her down somehow. You should have seen her the day I told her I could see things! She believed me outright! The first person I have told outside of my family and she didn’t look at me like I was some sort of loon! She trusted e to come to her place and check out her fiancée and now that I know they have something sinister planned out for her you want me to just abandon her at her point of need? That’s not the son you raised. My conscience wouldn’t let me! She’s in trouble and even if I don’t get anything out of it, even if she doesn’t love me, I need to know I did everything in my power to help her!”

“Chuks,” my father said

“No wait! And as for that Mr A****, I honestly feel I can do better this time. Chuks the stronger taught me some things when we met. I feel he unleashed a lot of hidden potential in me. And I can feel his anger, his annoyance at being treated so lightly. I feel it myself. Nobody makes a fool out of chuks. Nobody makes an idiot out of me! If it takes me using my bare hands I will make sure I strip him of whatever powers he posseses!

“Chuks!” my father said standing

“You can’t forbid me from doing anything for goodness sake! I am full grown adult-“

“Your book is on fire!” he shouted pointing.

I looked down at my hand. It was true; the novel I had been reading was smoking and smoldering. I gasped and dropped it and we both stamped on it until the flames died out. I looked at my hands. It was not burned. My father looked at my hands as well and then met my bewildered eyes.

“Not a word to your mother. Not yet.”

I nodded in agreement.

“You really feel so strongly about this girl?” he asked.

“Yes Dad, yes I do” I replied emphatically.

My father shook his head sadly. “ I knew times like these would come. That’s why I tried to send you to a monastery when you were small, so you won’t have opportunity for such things eh?”

I raised my eyebrows but said nothing.

“Well, we can’t stay here to monitor you forever. If you are going to do anything it should be when we are around so we can get you out of trouble if necessary. Please don’t confront the man alone, go tomorrow in broad daylight and be back before sundown. If there is any problem call me or send me text or something, I’ll find a reason to come with the police. But if they are no longer around you’ll leave the matter to die naturally. You are not here to save the world.”

“What about mum?” I asked

“I’ll find something to tell her. That woman does like she doesn’t know what is going on but I tell you, nothing escapes her! My battle with her tomorrow is going to be as tough as yours so please save my life as well as your own and come back before sundown tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay dad,” I said and suddenly hugged him. It was a bit awkward because we didn’t do that sort of thing. He grunted and backed out after a few seconds. It would have been more awkward if my mum hadn’t come in at that precise moment.

“Akpu and Egusi with goat meat for lunch. Are you interested?”

“Yes,” I said, quickly kicking the partially burnt novel under the bed. “Yes I am.”
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*stands up after hearing stands threatening voice, holds cheeks protectively*

Wow. Its such an honour...such a privilege...honestly don't know what to say. Thanks to all my followers fans and guests alike. This wouldn't have been possible without you guys. I am deeply touched.

Lemme call my parents and siblings! Am on front page!

Holy c***p!!! I'm on front page?!?!
*drops update and faints!*

ESIXLOVE: walahi... i vring my dagger farh'- kia! you no wan update? farh

Ah, ejoh o! Emabinu!

Pls am coming o, working on a deadline. Hopefully by tomorrow I'll write more.

felipemadero: Royver,I sight u.hw body nw?

Bodi dey under cloth.

Cool.

[quote author=ene-mercy]abeg, wen is d nxt update comin up?[/quote]Soon.