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Dear friends.
Thank you for following this story right from its inception.
I am sorry for not updating frequently again. My exam is coming up soon. I will update when i am through. Thanks once again. cc: joshuamoses101 topzywazzy whizkidefe missmossy jaytoy ritababe linobrown9 berhdo nickymezor

Bro, am sorry for not updating, My exam is coming soon. I will continue when i am through with it.
Thanks for your understanding.

joshuamoses101:
Where update na?

No pee bro.

topzywazzy:
nothing do u boss.. Am following u

berhdo:
oya carry dey go bro joshua i dey feel u jere

lool.... No lele bro.
Na u get mouth pass.

Missmossy:
Keep it coming

Yeah, i will. Thanks.

Bro.... Na you get mouth pass ooo

joshuamoses101:
Ride on sir

So, bro. Whats ur opinion on the story so far?.

WHIZKIDEFE:
confam. Nothing do you.

Jaytoy topzywazzy joshuamoses101 ritababe berhdo whizkidefe linobrown9 nickymezor missmossy.


Oya show. Update don land

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[b]"I see," I could not hide my surprise.

"For some reason," John continued, "the government decided that it would no longer use the building for the purposes it was initially built and earmarked for. A whole string of people therefore started coming to live there for only brief periods of time. They included government ministers, company heads, directors, business magnates or tycoon, and what have you".

"And as we poor people languished in abject hardships, sufferings and poverty down here, they enjoyed themselves up there, shinning their lights at us".

"But why hasn't any of the inhabitants of Ilogbo village gone up there to find out things for himself?" I asked.

"Who dares go up there? The place is guarded by a policeman at all times. An armed policeman! And as we hear, there are more armed policemen in there - guarding what only God knows."

" A story was told of how a young man decided to see what the buildings was made of. He took his father ten years old suzuki motorcycle and off he went up the hills. After waiting for two days, the villagers wait in anxiety for him to come back. After the third day, he came back looking like a mad man."

"He said the policemen manning the gate question him on where he was coming from? Where he was going? And his mission. When he can't give a tangible explanation, he was punished."

"And warned never to come up again. After he had mount on his bike, He cursed the policemen.
Starting the bike, the bike didn't start on time. The policemen gave him a hot chase. He kept on running inside the bush.

Unfortunately, he could not retrace back his steps. He lost his way, only to re-surface back on the third day looking like a mad man."

"We understand it is now being occupied by one grand old lady, although nobody knows for sure what the truth is."

"This is very intriguing John, I told my friend. Honestly i would like to know who stays in there, and just what goes in there."

"I would advise you to forget those ideas Richard. I had similar urges when i came here first last year, but those fantasies have all disappeared."

"The place is just not for people like us. Would you believe that sometimes, a police Helicopter, comes to pick up the lady to God knows where for long periods, and then returns them?"

"A police Helicopter!?" I gasped. "Are they that important?"[/b]

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[b]He was called John Agabus. He was twenty four, and only two years older than me then. Being so close to his own age, he made me feel that i had a brother in Ilogbo village.

Later in the evening when i invited him to my house i asked him the questions i had been dying to ask him.

"Who are the people staying in the house up there on the hill, and why do they appear more privileged than people like us who live under the hill?."

It was a question that made John sigh first before answering me.

"Richard, my friend. I am not surprised that you ask such a question. I myself asked that questions many times, but never got any satisfying answer. The legend is that, the government built that house on top of the hill during the first republic as a sort of hideaway for aching presidential limbs".

"You don't mean it, John," i interrupted.

"I know of the presidential retreat at Lagos, but nothing like this here in Ilogbo village."


John looked up pitifully at me as if to say[/b] you don't know anything. "i had never heard of any such place in Ilogbo village myself, but when i came here last year, i had reason to believe it.

Anyway if you keep interrupting me like that, i might never finish telling you the story about this place".

"I am sorry John," I apologised to my teacher friend.
"Go on."

"Like i was saying, that house was constructed as a presendential retreat and has all the modern facilities. A big generator that supplies electricity, a water treating plant that takes water from the stream here and processes it for the use of the inhabitants. Indeed, every facility that you could find in a modern house in a city is up there."

Ironkurtain... Next

Lol..... No qualms. I manage to wrire that update ni... So busy today.

joshuamoses101:
which kind dwarf update be this,take time o.nice piece but please make ur update longer cc:whizkidefe

Welcome on board

ritababe:
following

Bro, i don update

topzywazzy:
as i dy ginger u with comment.. Make u 2 dy ginger me

Am impressed

topzywazzy:
bro ur story make sense..

na u dae ginger me naw.
Thanks for being their.

Thanks

Nickymezor:
Nice write-up.

keep on subscribed. More updates soon.

Thanks.

linobrown9:
nice one

endeavour to follow till the end.

Thanks

Missmossy:
Nice piece,keep it coming.

can you invite your friends over? I 've got few here.

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[b]I asked myself repeatedly if i had been trained at Nsukka, only to waste my acquisitions at this place which to me looked out of this world.

From my very first day at Ilogbo town I began to dream of the day i would leave this hell hole so to speak.

I had once dreamt of getting back home amidst a welcoming party chaired by my girlfriend. And, working at the ministry of Finance as the Personal Assistant to the Minister.

I had began to enjoy my work, and finally settled down.
Hearing the cries of joy and the incessant chattering from my children. I had sit down as a fulfilled man. Only to woke up to hear the noise of my landlord's children telling moonlight stories under the tree in front of the house.

"Welcome Mr Richard," the principal of the school stretched a friendly hand towards me as he introduced me to his staff.

Everybody was nice enough. It looked as if they could sense my regret in coming to the village, and were doing everything to make my stay worth it.

I also gave a pretended performance of liking the place and the school, but they could easily read that all my actions were pretence.

I was never to know that this place would change my life in such a way that i could never have dreamed of.

And that way would be because of the occupant of that nice building on top of the hill.[/b]