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Joy feared she was going to be strangled to death.
She couldn't even afford to choke, Bartholomew's large hands didn't give her the chance to.
He covered her throat and squeezed and squeezed, shouting incoherent words filled with hate and anger until she felt her eyes would pop out.

Suddenly Bartholomew released her, his crushing weight was lifted from her body and it took some seconds as her eyes began to adjust and she coughed like her lungs could pop out.

Stevenson hefted Bartholomew up. Lifted him high, above his head like a wrestler and with ease flung the devil across the room on the opposite wall.
Bartholomew howled as he struck the wall.
He blinked as surprise seemed to take over the rage but it was only for a second.
The knife had struck the wall when he slapped it earlier and it lay few inches away from his head. He picked it up and lunged at the European.

Stevenson also didn't look like he was himself and swung widely at Bartholomew and missed.
Bartholomew sunk the blade, aiming for Stevenson's chest but missing and striking the man's shoulder instead.

Joy scurried away, her survival tactics kicking in. She needed to get our of harm's way. Fast!
She had a feeling she wasn't safe in any of the men's presence. For one they both looked crazy and wild.

She hurried out of the room, kneeling by her father's side and trying to nudge him awake as tears streamed down her cheeks.
"Papa.. Dé please wake up"

°•°•
Stevenson glanced down at the knife which was buried to the hilt in his shoulder. He looked up at Bartholomew with a crazy smile on his lips.
He grabbed the man by his collar and pulled him towards him with force, at the same time using his head to strike Bartholomew as the man stumbled forward.
A crunching sound which had to be Bartholomew's nose breaking rung out in the surprisingly still room.

Bartholomew stumbled backwards due to the impact but Stevenson didn't let him fall, he pulled him back towards him and slammed his large white head into Bartholomew's face. Again and again, shouting as he did so:
"My wife...my wife is not a LovePeddler..! You can't kill her...you can't..you can't have her!!!"

°•°•°•
Joy felt her father stir and gave a sigh of relief.
"Papa...papa...get up we need to leave here" she shook her father frantically, urging him to wake up.
His eyes fluttered "aarrgh..." He touched his throat tenderly. It was red. He had almost been strangled to death and it stung him deeply.
Joy refused to contemplate the burning pain she was also going through. Each word felt like she was forcing a basketball down her throat but she had to speak.
"Dé..please get-"
The door suddenly crashed open, interrupting her as the lock was broken from the angry and determined force exhibited by the youths of Amaife.

Benedict rushed into the house followed by the youths who were in turn accompanied by their war chants.
"Ja ja kere..kere..o..Kere o...ja ja kere!!!"

Benedict swung his rage filled eyes across the sitting room and his eyes rested on Dé Nwachukwu.
"Dé...what...where...?" He stammered
"He's in there" Joy replied pointing towards the room Bartholomew and Stevenson were locked in battle.

Benedict rushed into the room followed by a handful of youths.

°•°•°•
"Ouch...ouch...he bit my ear off..he bit my ear.." Gregory shouted in pain as Reverend Okorie and Dé John wrestled Pa Kenneth from him.
"Elder at this point I believe you are guilty as charged! Shame on you sir!" Dé john shouted at his friend.
Gregory's ear was still intact but it was bleeding profusely.
"Bleep you idioot!" PA Kenneth replied. He sounded angry and didn't seem to care to insist on his innocence anymore.
"You're very lucky your daughter went to school in the west if not I would have sodomised her..foolish man!"
Dé john's jaw hung open. He was stunned.

Reverend Okorie had been observing the banter between the old men and when Dé John seemed incapable to come up with a suitable retort but continued to look at the older man with his eyes wide and mouth open, the Reverend took charge. "Okay..that's enough...Dé please let's continue with where we are going"
"Yes please...do let's" Pa Kenneth replied waving cheerfully at the surprised passersby who stood staring at the group of men, probably wondering why their honourable elder was involved in a tussle with the young man.
Pa Kenneth led the way with a sly smile on his lips that immediately got Reverend Okorie worried.
He looked at Gregory whose shirt collar had been stained with his blood. And thought what a bloody day it was.
The worst thing was he had a feeling the bloodshed wasn't over.


°•°•°•°•
When the butcher stormed into the room, Stevenson had already caused enough damage to Bartholomew.
The man's face was unrecognizable and the European continued striking with his head.
"Its okay...its okay" Benedict ordered.
Stevenson didn't reply.
"Heey! I said its enough...we're taking him to the market square!"
Two young men held Stevenson and refrained him, causing Bartholomew to fall lifelessly to the floor.
Stevenson at first tried to fight the men.
"Where's my wife!" He demanded
"What...who is your wife?" Benedict asked wondering why the man looked so crazed.
Slowly Stevenson seemed to regain himself and he blinked and shook his head.

But Benedict's attention had been shifted to Bartholomew.
"Youths of Amaife! The man who has terrorized and killed our women...here he is! We are going to drag him round the village and to the market square...he would be executed like the dog he is!"
"Yeeeeeee!!" The men chorused their agreement.

One of them ripped the curtain and it was tied to Bartholomew's legs. The man was naked with only a ripped and blood stained singlet on his body and if any of the men noticed his manhood was missing, they didn't say a word.
The youths continued their chanting as they left the house, dragging the semi conscious Bartholomew behind.

°•°•°•°•°
Paul was just stirring awake when Amara and Oluchi got to the house.
Oluchi hurried to her brother's side worriedly "big brother...brother...Paul...oh my God are you okay?"
"Yes..I'm fine..please check on Sofiri...he saved me"
Oluchi hurried to Bartholomew's younger brother and felt for his pulse.
She got none.
"I think...I think he's dead" she announced.
"What..." Amara was shocked.
She looked up from where she sat and shook her head sadly.
She desperately wished it wasn't true.
How sad it would be, if in a fit of rage, Bartholomew murdered his own brother.

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Noted, thanks[/quote]I'm here ma'am..oya come and continue.

at first I wasn't really digging your method of he said..he told her..etc
but as I read on I realized its quite unique.
just keep on writing

Meneski cyber5 nastynic(long tym bruh) come check this out

shurley22 I'm honoured...thanks a bunch

Rachealfst you're truly a gem ma'am. so many times you made me keep on writing when I wanted to stop. I appreciate you a lot. I met two ladies recently and noticed they were talking about a book they read online. after hearing some key words I knew they were talking about your very own "Anike." I joined the conversation and they were surprised I knew the storyline as well. "do you know the writer?" one asked
"yes..she's my friend" I replied proudly.
although I've never met you but you've been a great source of inspiration and I realized that day that you've indeed been a friend to me. even more a friend than so many 'physical' friends.
And I can boldly tell you that your book/s is/are really making an impact. Afterall I heard it from the horse's mouth, or should I say two horses mouth..
keep on shining..Jah bless you!

p.s: sister zoned ke! Then God forgive me for crushing on my sister

The first borehole in Amaife had been dug and mounted in the market square after the elders had instructed and organised the villagers to contribute money for the duration of four months.
The villagers had been ecstatic. They didn't have to depend on the stream all the time anymore. This was a better and fascinating source of water.
Every morning the queue would be long as every body would go with his/her bucket to fetch water from the tank. It was a good feeling watching the water rush out and fill up the buckets.

The problem was electricity. There was hardly light in Amife and most times the borehole would function just once a week, sometimes even once in two weeks. Gradually the villagers began to lose interest in the borehole. The stream was still better. It was natural and there was never a queue. It was big enough for everybody.

However some still longed for the development, one would see a small group of people hanging around the tank with their buckets waiting for the water. They never gave up and would spend hours, turning the knob and hoping and praying the water would rush out.

However Joy would finally be the reason everyone would lose interest in the borehole.
She was thirteen years old then and was one of the people fascinated by the borehole. She always stopped by and checked it first whenever she needed to fetch water and more often than not she was lucky and filled her bucket before the water finished.
On that fateful day, she had taken a bucket much bigger than her normal size after searching fruitlessly for her own bucket. The bucket Amara usually carried was the one she had to settle for finally.
She stopped by the stream as usual and tried the tap. She was in luck and she filled the bucket to the brim but there was nobody to help her lift and balance the bucket on her head. She struggled, huffed and puffed and had almost managed to lift the bucket totally when she lost her grip. The bucket fell off and broke the pipe and the tap.
The water gushed out with much force. Joy was terrified and she burst into tears. The water kept on rushing and gushing till the tank was emptied and she kept on crying.

Now four years later and the image suddenly flashed in her memory, but this time she wasn't going to cry, she couldn't cry. The blood kept on gushing the same way the water had gushed out of the dislodged pipe and indeed Batholomew's pipe had been dislodged. In fact he was pipeless.
His eyes were filled with horror and he screamed in pain.
The blood continued gushing and splattering all over Joy's body and Bartholomew screamed and screamed.
"I'm going to kill you BITCH!"

°•°•°•°
Oluchi was panting as she ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She had just one thing on her mind: Get help!

The minute Joy had climbed in through the window, she had spent about 30 seconds panicking and shuffling her feet frantically but then she turned and ran with no clear destination in her mind but she knew she had to get help.

At first she thought it was an illusion. She had to be dreaming-day dreaming. She could see the very people she hoped to find running towards her.
"Please... Come quick! Joy...Bartholomew..!" She panted.
But the young men passed her with equal speed. Not even bothering to slow down.
"Oluchi! Where are you coming from? Where's my sister?"
It was Amara. She was also running but couldn't keep up with Benedict and the rest. She stopped when she saw her friend.
"I was coming to get help..." Oluchi replied purposely avoiding the second question.
But Amara was persistent "where is Joy? You were together earlier?"
Oluchi hesitated.
"Oluchi where's my sister?" Amara was beginning to panic.
"She...she's in the house...with-with Barth..."
"With Bartholomew...and you left her alone with that monster?!!"

°•°•°•°
The monster in question was howling and shouting, screaming in pain. He looked down in horror at the empty space his blessed member was supposed to be and screamed more.
The bed was quickly getting soaked with blood. His blood. As a matter of fact the bed sheet had changed from white to a crimson colour. He suddenly had the burning crazy rage to spill Joy's blood.

Joy had scurried to the other end of the bed hurriedly. She was extremely disturbed by the sight and all the blood plus Bartholomew's wailing had disconcerted her. But still she knew her survival depended on her next action. She needed to act sharp. She had to escape.

She held the knife tightly in her hands and pointed the weapon at the pipeless monster.
"Don't come close...I'll stab-I'll kill you!"
Bartholomew stopped for a brief second but the pain and rage must have blinded his ability to think clearly.
He charged at Joy as she shifted off the edge of the bed.

°•°•°•°•
Stevenson wondered who was shouting and screaming in Pa Kenneth's house. The voice sounded like whoever was behind it was very much in pain and it was very disturbing.
He held his notepad in his hand and his fountain pen.
Throughout his stay in Amaife, both Dé John and Dé Nwachukwu had spoken to him and given him priceless information and material for his book. Especially the former. Pa Kenneth however never seemed to have time for him. He was either too busy or not feeling too well.

Well that was going to change. Stevenson had woken up feeling strangely energized and refreshed. Talking to Amara about his murder charge had really done a lot to lift the burden off his shoulder. He felt lighter and he felt prepared to return home.
He was going to clear his name. But first he needed to make sure his book was complete. And he needed a lot of information from the leader himself.

He spent few minutes knocking the door without reply and he was ready to leave- had even turned, when he heard the first crazed shout.
Someone was in pain.
His first thought was to panic! Pa Kenneth was having a heart attack, the man was very old. But when the screaming continued, he discovered it belonged to a much younger person.
But who?
Did the person need help? He sounded like he did.
The door was locked and he curiously strolled round the house, peering into each window.

°•°•°•
Reverend Okorie led the way, but the minute they were out of the hospital he turned and regarded Dé John.
"Sir...I think you should be in front I have no idea what direction we're going"
"You don't need to cage me...you idiots! I'm not a criminal." Pa Kenneth snapped.
"Okay..you're right elder, don't be offended please lead the way" Dé John told his friend in the same calm and respectful voice he had used earlier.
"You...you especially. I'll make sure you regret this rubbish! This is same as mutiny!"
"With all due respect sir, your delay tactics isn't going to work,we are still going to get to your house no matter what..the best way to clear your name is to ensure we get there on time and then-" Gregory didn't get to finish his statement before the old man leaped on him with much force, surprising the slim young man and knocking him to the ground.
"Pa Kenneth! Elder! What has come over you?!" Dé John was shocked.
Pa Kenneth struggled with Greg who was unaccustomed to violence, but youth would always come out on top more often than not.
Before he was totally overpowered and when Reverend Okorie struggled to lift him off Greg, Pa Kenneth clamped his teeth round the young man's left ear(Gregory had rather large, satellite dish shaped ears) and he bit hard, drawing blood immediately.

°•°•°•
Maybe it was the sight of blood, maybe it was the fact that she had just sliced his manhood off, maybe it was the crazy shouts but suddenly Joy froze as Bartholomew charged at her shouting like a warrior.
He slapped the knife out of her hand and grabbed her neck, pushing her roughly to the ground.
A short scream escaped from her as she landed on the floor.

°•°•°•°
The shout was what finally triggered Stevenson and swung him into action. He had been observing the broken window, stroking his jaw with a confused expression.
When he heard the scream however, he knew he had to act. Someone was under attack. He squeezed his broad frame through the window and was shocked to see Dé Nwachukwu knocked out cold on the floor. He saw another young man few feet away with a pestle beside his still body.
He took all these in under few seconds then he heard the words, an enraged scream "I'm going to kill you whôre! You biitch!!"

The last time Stevenson had heard that statement, his wife had been raped and killed and he had been framed for the murder.
Suddenly he was back in Ukraine. In his Town house, with his briefcase in his hand filled with study and teaching materials.
He came home early for a quick lunch and was still planning to catch another class.

But he wasn't going to cower this time. He wasn't going to cry and plead for his wife to be saved, no! He was going to fight!
He charged to the room. His second enraged personality, the Dr. Hyde in him, the part he tried so hard to hide. The side of him that had almost strangled the pastor a week ago. The part that had emerged when his wife had been killed and he lost it.

Now like an eclipse, that side of him emerged and overshadowed his rational, jovial self.
He had just one thought: he was going to protect his wife.
Stevenson charged toward the room shouting. "You can't kill her! She's not a whôre! You WON'T kill her!!"

my people please no vex o..
some unforseen circumstances kept me offline...I'm almost done with the update tho.
thanks for not giving up on the story

Dé John Was the first to speak. He looked confused and a look of disbelief was clearly written on his face.
"Pa ken, elder...I don't understand, what is this young boy saying?"
Pa Kenneth was silent. He looked at Jelemba with much hatred on his face.
He hated himself for leaving such a deadly loose end. It was really careless and amateurish of him. The day he had killed the dibia, he had searched the hut,searched the shrine inside out hoping to see the young boy and end his life but Jelemba must have been sent on an errand that day and he was no where to be found. His life had been saved that day and now here he was, hunting him with the truth. Speaking the truth to the ears of everybody.
Pa Kenneth cursed himself for not returning to search for the boy. Although it was a matter of principle that he never returned to a crime scene.
Still he could have gone under the guise of visiting the dibia to discuss the earlier announcement concerning Okudili being the killer. Or better still-
De John interrupted his thoughts once more.
Disbelief dripped from his voice as he asked
"Pa Kenneth is it true? Does the boy speak the truth?"
The silence that followed was deafening, everyone seemed to be holding their breath waiting for his reply.
Pa Kenneth looked at the faces that surrounded him. He took a deep breath, which gave the impression of a defeated gesture.
Osi held his breath thinking this is it....we're about to hear a confession..

But when the elder spoke he surprised him
"It is clear that this boy has been possessed by whatever evil spirit he and the dibia used to worship...what nonsense tales is this boy speaking about?"
"Its a lie! You visited at night and when the tobacco smoke got too much for me, I went outside...but I didn't go far, I stayed outside the hut and listened and I heard you!" Jelemba countered with wide eyes and Osi believed him.
Dé john kept on looking like a spectator in a tennis match..to and fro, from Pa Kenneth to Jelemba and Osi could see the man was clearly confused.

"What do you plan to gain by telling such lies against me? Do you know who I am? I'm the leader of this village!" He looked around the room with a smile Osi thought was a little forced and nervous.
"Its a good thing I came to check on the pastor...this possessed liar would have spoken all kind of things against me and I wouldn't know!"

"Actually...I don't believe this boy is possessed...maybe before, but not anymore...he's a new being..all things have passed away, including his former life...he is now Christ like..he is not possessed Sir" Osi said.
Reverend Okorie looked at his youth pastor thoughtfully. It was very clear Osi had just made a stand. And he was against the old man.

"Sir what do you think?" The Reverend directed his question to Dé John.
Pa Kenneth barged in "what do you mean by what does he think?! Dé John knows me very well..and there's no way he would believe this conniving little criminal! What would I have to gain by setting up the village drunk?!"
"Maybe to protect pastor Bartholomew..."Osi said in a low voice, almost like he was thinking to himself. "I wonder why...unless you're close friends...no, that's not enough...unless you're related..." He raised his voice suddenly "that's it isn't it? You're his uncle?" He watched the old man's reaction closely and knew he had missed it. "No not his uncle.. you're his father!"
"You're a bastard!!" Pa Kenneth said through clenched teeth.

Dé John had been silent all along. He remembered something troubling...Pa Kenneth had taken a portion of the tobacco stash from the items the dibia had requested for.
His excuse was that it was too much and he was sure the dibia was going to smoke it anyway.
Dé John knew Pa Kenneth wasn't much of a smoker and he had wondered why the man bothered himself to cut the tobacco at the time.
Now this young lad might have just provided the answer.
He was still thinking along this lines when the tall pastor dropped another bomb.
Pa Kenneth was Bartholomew's father...?

He looked at Pa Kenneth in disbelief "Elder is this true?"
Pa Kenneth looked at him. He had a wild and angry look in his eyes. Dé john had never seen their meek elder look like that before.
"Are you that stupid to believe all this rubbish?"

Osi got to his feet. He winced a bit as he felt the pain in his chest but he was getting too excited to notice.
"I can prove it to you...the youths have been searching for Bartholomew without luck right? That's because they're searching the wrong place...I can bet my left arm that Bartholomew is hiding in your elder's house as we speak!"
"You bastard!" Pa Kenneth charged at him with surprising agility for an old man. He grabbed a surprised Osi by the throat and forced him back on the bed.
Gregory and the Reverend were the closest and they immediately interfered.
They held the old man still while he shouted and threatened.
"You all are exiled from Amaife! How can you come to my village and insult me like this?! How can?!" He struggled to look at his colleague.
"Dé...are you going to stand by and do nothing while these foreigners insult me in this shameful manner?!"

Dé john cleared his throat..
"Ehem...I believe you elder but there won't be any harm in going to search your house just to prove this young man wrong once and for all..I believe that is fair"
"I agree.." Amara seconded.
"I can't believe you...my supposed fellow elder...in fact you're also exiled! I don't need you in Amaife!" He barked.
"Papa Kenneth you alone do not make up Amaife...so you do not have the sole power to carry out an exile sentence.." Dé John replied him slowly and respectfully.

Osi touched his throat subconsciously as he sat up "please we're wasting precious time...where is his house, let's do this once and for all"
"I'd lead the way...Amara go ahead and gather the youths..tell them to meet us on the path to his house...by the T intersection"
Amara nodded.
She stopped by Osi's bed as she headed to the door.
"Promise me you won't leave this clinic..you need to rest"
"I'm feeling fine..I can walk perfectly" Osi insisted.
"Promise me" she repeated.
"Aaah..okay...I promise I'm not going anywhere"
"I'll stay with him don't worry" Gregory offered. The truth was he wasn't in the frame of mind to go hunting for a deadly killer.
Amara was obviously satisfied and she hurried out.

"Pa Kenneth when we release you please don't cause trouble and attack anybody...your place is not far and we can solve this mess once and for all...just be patient elder" Dé john told his friend as they released him.
The elder didn't make any movement but he looked at Osi in a way that made the pastor swallow.
If looks could kill, his head would have been blown off that was for sure.

"I have a feeling we should hurry...time is of the essence" Reverend Okorie spoke up and they immediately filed out of the room. Dé John leading the way, followed by Pa Kenneth and Reverend Okorie.
Jelemba stayed behind with Gregory.
"Greg I think you should follow them...that man is very strong and I don't like leaving Reverend alone with him" Osi told his friend.
"Hmmm..." Gregory hesitated
"I promise I won't leave this room...please go!"
Gregory hurried out of the room although his movements were a bit hesitant.

°•°•°•°•°•
Joy climbed through the window just in time to see the massive pestle land on Paul's back as he rounded the corner.
He howled in pain and fell to the ground.
Bartholomew stepped into view and lifted the pestle prepared to land a killing strike.
Joy screamed "Nooo!"
Sofiri shouted "brother waaait!" and he surprised himself by jumping on his brother and wrestling with him for the pestle.
"What are you doing...you're turning your back on me is that it?!" Bartholomew shouted at his kid brother.
Joy stood rooted to the spot while both men struggled. But it was obvious Bartholomew was stronger and it was just a matter of time. She looked around frantically for an object she could use to attack....or most likely defend herself.

"Brother..not this way, this isn't the way to go...please brother I love you...not this way I beg you" Sofiri pleaded with his brother as he desperately tried to hold on to the pestle.

Bartholomew wrestled the pestle out of his hands and without wasting time he struck his younger brother square in the face.
The impact made a sickening crunching sound and Sofiri fell to the floor.

However, Bartholomew seemed to have lost interest in the Paul's body on the floor. His eyes were now on Joy who had picked up a broom and held it as a weapon. Very pathetic indeed.
"Look here...if you try to fight it you'll regret it..but it would be easier if you succumb to it..." He smiled wickedly "you might even enjoy it...you're a bitcch after all"

He took a step closer and another, the pestle still in his hands and Joy suddenly felt trapped.. She felt closed in.
She wanted to turn and run through the window but the distance was short and she knew he would drag her back in with ease before she went through.

Bartholomew was still advancing "you're very beautiful you know that...I've dreamed of having your sister for as long as I can remember but it seems you were destined to be mine"
Joy turned and ran to the door. She tried the handle and forced it open but it wouldn't budge. She couldn't see any bolt holding it in place. She tried the handle again but nothing happened.

She heard the jingle of keys and turned to see Bartholomew shaking a bunch of keys mockingly.
"Looking for this? Hahaha....I'd advice you to be a good girl and lie on the floor...this won't hurt so much"
"Over my dead body!" Joy shouted.
She threw the broom at Bartholomew and was satisfied it hit him in the face. She hurried to the other end and out the door to another room. She saw her father on the floor and she knelt beside him as tears filled her eyes. "Papa...Dé...papa wake up please..."
She wept out in relief when she noticed he was still breathing.

"There's nowhere to hide..this house has just two rooms and I know it like the back of my hand" Bartholomew rubbed his eye with the back of his hand. The broom had managed to enter his left eye and it irritated him terribly. He could hardly see from it.
He was very angry!
He made a promise that second to make sure she would be his worst and most gruesome rape/murder...and he had committed some nasty ones.
"You're going to regret this...when I'm done with you, I'm going to use this pestle on you..and its the wide side I'll use" he gave a wicked laugh and Joy shivered.
His voice had grown dangerously close.
She looked around hopelessly for a weapon.
"Where the hell is the kitchen?"
She sneaked through the adjoining door just as Bartholomew entered through the other entrance.
She entered into the second room and she could only hope the second door led to the kitchen.

°•°•°•°•°•°•
"Benedict...we know where Bartholomew is!" Amara was out of breathe when she finally found the butcher. He was under the tree with a small group of young men. They were having a meeting, no doubt planning their next course of action.
The moment the words left her mouth, the butcher grabbed her hand firmly.
"Speak up...speak up woman! Where is he?!" He asked
"Dé john said you should meet him on the path to Pa Kenneth's house...he's hiding him..."
"You here that men! Straight to the elder's house!" Benedict announced and gave a war cry "Awooooooo!!"
The young men struck their machetes on ground sending sparks flying from the impact.
They broke into a run and began chanting: "Jajakere Kere oo..kere oo..jajakere...!!"

°•°•°•°•
Bartholomew entered the second room and was shocked to see Joy on the bed.
She lay down willingly and although she looked scared, she had removed her skirt and just had on her underwear. Her blouse was still on.
The look of fear in her eyes and the fact that she had complied gave him a feeling of power. He felt himself get hard immediately.
"Now this is what I'm talking about..." He said in a low tone as he advanced to the bed "I will not hurt you after all" He knew that was a big lie. He was going to damage and break her spirit before totally destroying her body.
But first he was going to have a little fun.
"Take of your blouse" he instructed her as he set the pestle gently on the floor beside his feet.

Joy's hands were shaking as she did what he asked. She was scared and felt her plan was a stupid one and was going to back fire.
Maybe she would be lucky and Paul would wake up or her dad..
But she couldn't count on that happening.
Bartholomew ripped his shirt open, popping the buttons with much urgency.
"Take of your bra...I want to see you!" Each word dripped with lust.
Joy complied slowly. The cold steel pressed against her bare back but it didn't give her any assurance.
"Now your panties" Bartholomew instructed as his eyes roamed greedily, photographing every inch of her exposed skin.
The moment she removed her underwear. She felt so naked, vulnerable and abused. But she had to do what she had to do in order to survive.
She wasn't ready to die yet.
She was just seventeen!

Bartholomew kicked his draws off and stood stark nakêd before her.
He strode to the bed in hurried steps.
"My Lord I'm going to enjoy this...Oh Lordy Lord...you have a very matured body."
He climbed the bed and and he was sure he could hear her heart beating. She was terrified and It excited him more..
"Don't worry baby you're going to enjoy it"
He parted her legs roughly and she knew it was now or never.
"Wait!...you're very big...lemme feel you" she forced the words out of her mouth.
Bartholomew stopped. He looked surprised but then he smiled. He loved it when they tried to please him, hoping that he wouldn't kill them. Their deaths were usually the worst. He had a gruesome murder planned for this one but he was going to play along.
"Here touch it..." He guided her hand.

Joy swallowed her disgust and forced herself to take his throbbing, pulsing manhood in her hand.
"You like it don't you?" He asked her
She nodded unable to speak.

After some seconds Bartholomew said "well let's get down to business...I can't wait"
"Wait...lemme...lemme.." She couldn't say it but she had to force it out "lemme suck it"
"Wow" Bartholomew was really surprised. He had clearly been knocked off guard. No one had ever said that before...it seemed this girl really wanted to survive...he was going to enjoy killing her.
"Okay...lovely...I'd like that very much...sit up and show me what you got"
Oh yes, he was really going to enjoy himself. He closed his eyes for a second enjoying the way her hands caressed his manhood.
He didn't know she was carrying out measurements...
He opened his eyes at the last second wondering why he hadn't felt her warm breath and wet tongue on his member.
He saw the knife at the last second. But it was too late.
Joy brought her hand down with as much force as possible. The knife was very sharp.

The blade sliced Bartholomew's manhood perfectly.

Thanks for your commebts and encouragements FAM...please let's maintain one love..gracias

Apollux:
Hi, sorry guys for lack of updates, my device had been down for lack of electricity, I'm charging it presently, so I may type some updates later tonight or tomorrow, so new updates may come in much later tomorrow.
While still in the mourning mood at Meera's passing and obviously, the MEMOIRS OF BLOOD AND STEEL is coming to an end, let me take this moment to hint on some of the projects I still have in mind to bring in here. (Though, I will be returning to MARVEL CHRONICLES 2 : EXECUTIVE SANCTION immediately I drop the last update on this story)

Now to the new projects, I have actually 3 that are presently in my mind.
1. THE HOKUNIAN EDICTS
2. ARSENAL
3. PENANCE

For the first one, as most of us that are fans of the MEMOIRS OF BLOOD AND STEEL would readily have guessed that this is probably a solo advanture of the negro giant Gamba, and you are definitely correct. So I intend doing a short story about Gamba (hopefully). But while thinking of that, I may do something about the untold tales of Meera (Lady Thorn), she had so many great adventures during her life time I know most of you guys will love.

The second one ARSENAL is an action, science fiction and super hero combo genres. More like the Iron man in comics but slightly different. Well I'm still trying to decide if the setting should be modern day or futuristic.

The third work, PENANCE is crime, action and a bit of super-heroes genres. If you know The Punisher in the comics, movies and Netflix series, you will have an idea how this character will be.

So guys these are my next likely projects, what do you all think? You can also suggest something else you might probably want me to work on. Though I wish I can do a horror story, (probably an anthology), thinking of doing that with a female writer on Nairaland. Can't even remember her name now but I should be able to get it when I really need it. She seem to be good in describing torture scenes. Oh and let me also say I desire to do a collaboration with souloho19 on a present day action flick, I was impressed with his work on LAST GANG. I haven't mentioned that to him though, it is still a secret.

So more comments from you all, let me know what you think.

it would be a honour to combo with you bro..much respect

The knock froze every one in their tracks. At first it sounded like a sound from far away and not from the door leading to the living room and after some seconds of silence Bartholomew resumed applying pressure on the old man's throat.

By this point Dé Nwachukwu was about to give up the ghost. But then the knock sounded again, sharp and longer.
The sound caused Batholomew to jerk in shock. He obviously thought whoever had been at the door had left. The sudden movement freed a little space and Dé Nwachukwu tried to shout although it was almost impossible. His throat was raw and it came out as a hoarse whisper.
"H-elp! Help!"

°••°•••
Did you hear that?" Joy asked
"Hear what?" Oluchi asked clearly confused.
"Look can we get the hell out of-" Paul whined
"Shhhhhsh" Joy interrupted him rudely, raising her hand sharply.
The trio fell silent as their ears perked up.
surely they heard a faint voice. A voice Joy recognised immediately as Dé nwachukwu's her father!
"He...lep me..please..."
There was a sudden silence as though he had been shut up via violence.
"that's my father!" Joy screamed.
She attacked the door, hitting with her fists and palms, trying to force it open
They heard raised voices...or a raised voice, a voice that sounded very crazy and frustrated.
"Oh my God...Paul break down this door!" Oluchi yelled at her brother.

°•°•°•°•
Dé Nwachukwu felt his throat burning. It was literally on fire yet he somehow managed to speak out. It was an intended shout yet it was just a little louder than his first whisper. The result was a blinding pain in his throat that made him feel like he forced a ball of fire down his throat.
Bartholomew grew more enraged. He hit Dé Nwachukwu on the back of his head with his elbow causing the elder to collapse on the floor.
"I'm going to beat you to death! You old bastard!"
"Bart-" Sofiri began worriedly
"Stay out of it!" Bartholomew barked. He kicked the elder in his midriff.
"Old son of a bitch..what do you know about pa Kenneth and his sons?!"
"Bart, I think someone is at the-"
there was a loud crash on the door. Someone was trying to force it open.

°•°•°•°•
"I think we should all leave the pastor to rest well and recover" Pa Kenneth interrupted Jelemba for the second time that afternoon.
"I agree...we have to be on our way also...there's so much to be done" Dé John added causing Osi to also glance at his feet and check his size. He didn't trust anyone anymore.

"Actually I'm okay...and I really want to hear what Jelemba came to tell me" Osi said hastily.
"What exactly is it you have to say?" Dé john asked irritably.
Something in his voice(maybe the irritation) seemed to get to the young boy and a spark suddenly entered his eyes and he found his voice.
"When the dibia was summoned, that night Papa Kenneth visited his hut, he brought a satchel of tobacco while they smoked it I overhead him instruct the dibia to declare Okudili as the man behind the crimes!" He had rushed the words out, as if scared that he would run out of courage if he spoke slowly. However the only thing he ran out of was steam and he panted with his tongue out while a stunned silence enveloped the room.
Dé john was the first to speak after some seconds he blinked rapidly and looked at his leader.
"Elder.. Papa what is he saying? What does he mean?"
Pa Kenneth was silent. but there was a movement in his cheek as he worked his jaw.

Osi began to feel like Sherlock Holmes...he could suddenly see the light.
He could fit all pieces of the puzzle together....
At least he hoped he could...
But one thing was sure...if he could see the full picture his 'resolution' was going to be messed up.

°•°•°•°•
At first Paul rammed his shoulder into the door with as much force as he could muster. He went again, and again, and again...
But the door was too sturdy and he realised his shoulder was more likely to shift from the hinges of its socket first before the door.
He moved back and kicked the door...hard.
It was firmly bolted and apart from making a loud noise he wasn't really making much progress.

Joy was on fire, she emerged from wherever she had disappeared to earlier with a thick branch in her hand. She ran to the window near the door which had to be the kitchen window although she didn't care.
She swung the branch with much force and the glass cracked open immediately she proceeded to climb in through the window but strong arms hefted her back. It was Paul, he held her back and handed her to Oluchi who soothed her while she kicked in resistance.

Paul took off his beloved leather jacket and wrapped it round his hand
He hit the edge of the window frame breaking off the remaining shards of glass that stuck out. He then proceeded to climb through the window.
"Stay here!" He shouted over his shoulder at the two girls.
"Be careful!"Oluchi replied.
"Over my dead body...I'm coming in..that's my father in there!" Joy shouted with much venom.

°•°•°•
Bartholomew was waiting to the side of the window with a pestle in his hand. The moment the jerk crawled through he was going to split his skull open.

Sofiri was tasked with holding the semi conscious elder still across the room.
He called out to his brother.
"Please don't hurt him...he's my very good friend...he's a good guy"
Bartholomew scoffed "you better wake up and behave yourself"

When he heard young joy swear that she was coming in, he almost whistled out in pleasure.
He was really a lucky bastard....
He was going to enjoy this fiery beauty....he could feel it in his cursed loins.

Patotelli:
Oga Souloho ooooooo!!!!, abeg na giv us da next bomb wey go blow emm allllll.

my guy the bomb is dropping...but I'm not a terrorist o.. thanks bro

Queensiju:
Lovely update. More grace.

gracias Queen...Jah bless

Brendy01:
nice update. more ink to your pen

thanks dear..I appreciate

mzposhberry90:
Ghost mode deactivated... Souloho19 you are d best...

thanks for deactivating...Jah bless

iamloyalty:
I Have wondered who has the small feet. I hope paul, olu and joy can help De'.
Soulo19 please keep update comming. Great work.

gracias dear, thanks for still following...I appreciate ur loyalty

Tuhndhay:
Souloho 19..... Terrific work Bro.....

thanks bro I appreciate your comment

Honeydawealth:
Souloho19 weldone!!!....... More grease to ur elbow.....

thanks oyinda...Jah bless you

ADECULATE:
Souloho19 where is u na?

I'm ryt here...not going anywhere again...till this is over...thanks for staying close

Bestie93:
Souloho19..... Well-done still eagerly waiting for another update

thanks bestie..I appreciate..update coming in a bit

niphmmy:
ah ah souloho, all ds short short updates u are sharing, is nt good o

lol...ma bi nu jo

cerowo:
Tnks for the update

you're welcome...here's another...tnx for reading

emmyN:
Unpredictable as ever. Just when I thought things were winding down. Souloho19 you're too much

thanks brother...I also think things are winding down but it seems they want to wind up first..

hmmm...make I wear my thinking cap bro.. I rili can't wait for this your sci fi

"Pa Kenneth...you really do have small feet" Osi said conversationally.
Pa Kenneth blinked. His mind seemed to be far away and he had been looking at little Jelemba really strangely.
"What...my feet?"
"Yes sir" Osi was feeling the blood circulate all over his body and wasn't really feeling light headed any more, he felt like he was thinking straight for the first time. He glanced at Amara and caught her surprised look. Only the both of them knew about the small shoe size and the shoe print photograph in Osi's phone.
She raised an eyebrow at Osi that seemed to say: 'Really? Pa Kenneth?
In reply Osi gave her an expression equivalent to a shrug.
Everyone seemed to be focusing on the elders' tiny feet.
"I'm only just noticing it for the first time...elder your feet are really small" Dé John said with a half laugh.
Pa Kenneth was clearly surprised and didn't seem to understand the sudden interest in his feet. "And so? My feet has always been this small, how is it news?!"
Osi frowned suddenly. He remembered Pa Kenneth talking to and soothing the crowd after the attacks, how his words had been so reassuring. He was always able to awaken a feeling of hope in the villagers even after deadly attacks. His speech was usually the curtain raiser before pastor Bartholomew said the prayers. Prayed for the victims, his victims...
Osi didn't know where his thoughts were heading but one thing he had learnt in the past few days was to always go with his guts. Always follow his hunch no matter how strange it seemed.

"what were you saying young lad?" Reverend Okorie had not forgotten that Jelemba was about telling them something important before the old men had interrupted them and he reminded the young boy.
But Jelemba seemed hesitant.
He began to stutter and Osi noticed a look of fear had entered his eyes.
"errm...actually....errm..."
Osi frowned but he didn't frown because of the boy's sudden strange behaviour. Although alarms were going of in his head...no, he frowned because he suddenly remembered something.
When Ozioma's mother had been raped and killed...the morning he had been to the house when Dé john had been heaving and vomiting all the contents of his intestine, he had said the woman had been brutally raped with an object....a pestle...but all the other attacks, Batholomew had never used any object to carry out his evil acts...he didn't need to?
What if the old woman had been raped with the stick because her attacker couldn't maintain an erection...couldn't get it up? Was too old to achieve it?
No that didn't make sense..
Or did it?
He looked at Pa Kenneth and Dé John, just a sideways discreet look.

Meanwhile, Reverend Okorie was still urging Jelemba to talk to him:
"Talk to me boy...everything is alright...no one is going to hurt you"


°•°•°•°•
Dé Nwachukwu was no match for the force of sheer youth that gripped him from behind. He was still experiencing symptoms of the cold he had caught early that morning, running around the woods half naked and getting grabbed from behind in such a way made him feel like his bones could easily be turned to liquid.
"What do you know about Pa Kenneth and his sons? What do you know?!" Bartholomew was shouting in his ear and gripping him roughly, crushing his wind pipe.
Even if the old man tried to talk and explain himself, he couldn't. His face became red...purple...red again.
"please reduce your voice...someone can hear you" Sofiri cautioned his brother with a little fear in his eyes.
"I don't care...I'm going to kill this man!" Bartholomew seemed to have lost it suddenly. The pressure of the past 24 hours finally seemed to have pulled him under. He looked and sounded crazy and couldn't seem to keep his voice down.
"I've never had a man before...maybe I'm going to rip this old fool apart...violate his fragile rectum, since I couldn't have any of his daughters...he might as well take their place" he gave a crazy laugh and even Sofiri took an involuntary step back. His big brother had gone bananas!

Dé Nwachukwu had never been a good Christian. He was more of a pagan...he didn't have any belief in a sovereign and divine God like his daughters.
He didn't really lean towards the science of the land...also known as the way of the dibia
He was simply indifferent when it came to spiritual matters and preferred to exist without paying homage to any being for his life.
But hearing Bartholomew speak about the unholy and wicked plans he had in store for him, the elder of Amaife found a little space and a little wind to gasp out: "Jesus Christ! Save me from this devil!"

Someone knocked the door...

°•°•°•°•
Outside Pa Kenneth's house, Oluchi asked Joy "Are you sure Dé is inside this house...I don't think anyone is home"
Joy frowned "he told me he was coming here to see Pa Kenneth that they were going to talk and plan on what next to do....he called it damage control"

"He's not here...please can we go to the hospital now, I need to see Amara" Paul said rather sullenly. he had followed the girls simply because he wanted to see Amara and talk to her.
"Wait lemme at least knock...I think I heard something" Joy said wondering why Paul still disturbed himself over Amara when she was clearly in love with someone else.
She knocked the door.

alarmednigerian:
Bite your tongue, the story can never lose its spark.

I'll bite it with much force ma'am...thank you for sticking with me. Jah bless

mhizclair:
Av been a ghost reader bt dis is really commendable. Oga Souloho pls com and update oooo.

thanks for commenting, I appreciate

Patotelli:
JESUS!!!.... HEY SO I FINALLY LAND HERE AT LAST!!!.

OH SOULJO U BE BABA OF SUSPENCE, wo suspence fall on u, le anya mb fall on u, i've been very much glued here as i folo ur comment frm my dear evajel 'hidden diamond', hmmm.
As i dey do.
Here na #TEAM'OSIAMARA' make una no 4get. That De' 4 jux keep d words for him mouth as an elder he suppose think b4 talking. Jux pity amara and joy.... Abeg update ASAP Bro..
#patotelli_pattoski...

I sight you bro...I support the #osiamara movement too...lol, thanks for your comment bro

Dotwillis1:
Wow I finally made it to the 60th page.

Nice story man...

Is this not the same souloho19 of rap battle section?

Man you are good!

thanks man...its me one and the same...thanks for following my story bro

patjane:
I so much love this story

thanks dear..stay tuned.

Lorlahlizzy:
I am finally on the last page... oga soul pls come and update ..

update is coming soon..thanks for reading

Silensa:
Souloho19 is back. **********dancing*****
Welcome bro, hope my bread is intact?

lol..thanks man...its very much intact..I saw your letter by the way...nothing does you

I follow still...really loving this...it reminds me of the highschool and 'Karen' baby sitters books I used to read those days...ride on bruv

I think its dope. please continue bro following

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ghen ghen...thanks ma'am...I love the title

°•°•°•°•
There was a sharp knock on the door and the devil almost jumped out of his skin. When his father had left that morning, he had instructed him to bolt the door and assured him he would knock in a particular pattern.
Now the knock sounded again and Batholomew desperately wished Pa Kenneth had locked the door from outside.
Bartholomew grew worried, he sneaked to the door, careful not to make a sound but he was dismayed to find out the door didn't have any peephole.
The knock sounded again, louder and sharper and finally a voice: "Pa Kenneth...papa...Bartho..Dede are you there?"
Bartholomew gave a sigh of relief and leaned against the door as his pulse returned to normal: it was his younger brother!
"Are you alone?" He finally asked
"Yes please let me in before someone sees me and decides to come visiting"
Bartholomew unlocked the door and carefully stood to the side. Sofiri stumbled in immediately and shut the door.
"Oh brother, the youths suspect me, papa saved me last night they would have killed me. They believe I'm conniving with you as an accomplice."
Bartholomew gritted his teeth in fury "Then you shouldn't have come...its a stupid risk you took, one of them could easily be following you and wonder who opened up for you especially if papa has been seen in the market square this morning!"
He paused to take a deep breath and as if on cue he was interrupted by a knock.

°•°•°•°
Reverend Okorie had been silencing his phone since he arrived at the hospital but whoever was at the other end of the line was very determined. The phone kept ringing and finally he excused himself and answered it.
"Hello....Ovie?....yes....yes he's fine.....no..no no....you and Bukky and Deacon Oforbuike plus evangelist Tomori are in charge tomorrow....the main. Church and the youth church....yes...I'm trusting you...okay, hmmm....(he stroked his jaw thoughtfully) maybe later later this week...yes of course he'll follow us...okay Ovie I'm busy now, you need to make preparations for tomorrow's service anyway" he ended the call.
"Ovie is worried about tomorrow's service?" Gregory guessed correctly.
"Yes but evangelist Tomori is around and the deacon also, the service should go well" the reverend replied in high spirits.
"I won't really count on the deacon" said a barely audible voice from the bed and everybody in the room were immediately on their feet happily talking to Osi and touching him.
Osi felt a strange kind of numbness in his chest region but the blinding pain the knife had inflicted was gone or maybe it just reduced drastically. However he felt lightheaded and had the sensation that his head could fall off if he moved it too much. He also wanted badly to get to his feet and stretch his joints but for now he was stuck horizontally besides he wasn't sure he could stand yet without his knees giving out under him. He noticed Amara sitting on the bed opposite him and his face broke into a wide smile. He was very pleased to see her.
"Amara..." His voice trailed off when he saw the young boy sitting next to her.
"Jelemba...you came to see me"
"Yes pastor, I'm glad you're fine" the young boy replied happily.
Amara remembered something suddenly "I saw Jelemba this morning in the market square he was searching for you, he said he wanted to tell you something"
"Re-really" Osi said. He tried to sit up but he couldn't.
Jelemba looked uncertainly at the faces watching him earnestly.
"Its okay boy, we are your friends" Reverend Okorie assured him.
He nodded earnestly and opened his mouth to speak. "Me and the dibia around last week we were...."
The curtain was parted again and Dé John entered the room accompanied by Pa Kenneth.
"Our hero needs to rest, we shouldn't stress him" Pa Kenneth said hurriedly cutting short Jelemba who had just started speaking freely.
Dé John shook hands with reverend Okorie. His eyes drifted to Jelemba and he turned to Pa Kenneth "this is the young boy? The medium? He looks so much better now...much better that before"
Osi had been watching the young boy eagerly and he noticed how his face seemed to close up when the elders entered the room.
Dr John was speaking "Pa Kenneth has agreed to take the young boy as his ward and look after him. We need to endeavour to give the young lad a normal childhood"
No one said anything for a while but the atmosphere in the room was one of agreement.
The silence stretched for some seconds until Jelemba said in a low voice "No I don't want to go"
"Jelemba what did you say?" Amara asked him in a surprised voice
"I want to go with pastor..I don't want Pa Kenneth"
"What nonsense! Boy you can't just dump that kind of responsibility on his shoulders the pastor has duties back in...."
"Actually sir it won't be a problem" Reverend Okorie interrupted him politely. "It would be a pleasure to take him under our wing, there's nothing I'd like more than to supervise and help his spiritual growth"
Before Pa Kenneth could reply, and he looked like he was about to protest, but nurse Nkiru parted the curtain and walked in cheerfully.
"My! We have a full house...there's our hero, you're up" she observed the IV bag which was almost finished. She turned the knob a little and observed Osi. "I'm sure you'd like to sit up may be even use the toilet...ease your self?"
He nodded gratefully. He was tired of lying down on his back. He gratefully swung his feet to the side as she helped him in a sitting position. He felt blood rush and reach stiff parts of his body.


°•°•°•°
The knock sounded again sharper and impatiently and Batholomew began to shake "Oh God...you were followed, someone followed you here!" the hair at the back of his neck stood on its end. Sofiri's eyes grew wide as he also began to panic. "I'm sure no one followed me here...no one saw me, I was careful he whispered furiously although he sounded like he was trying to convince himself.
The knock sounded again, sharp and impatient.
"Quick hide somewhere....I have to see who is at the door!"
He waited till Bartholomew ran into one of the rooms before he walked briskly to the door and opened it half expecting to see the butcher and a dozen youths at the other end but it was Dé Nwachukwu.
"What took you so long? Why did you waste time?" He asked furiously. His eyes narrowed suddenly "wait..what are you doing here?!"
Pa Kenneth brought me to his place early this morning, the youths were behaving extremely violent towards me and he concluded this was the safest place for me right now. My wife too....oh God!" He let his voice break. Sofiri was a very good actor and he played a scared and helpless character perfectly.
Dé Nwachukwu looked at him blankly and simply said "Hmmmm" he took a step inside forcing Sofiri backwards "so where is the elder now?"
"Errm...he left early this morning" Sofiri replied.
Dr Nwachukwu strolled into the living room, his eyes idly scanning everywhere as he moved about.
"You mean he left you alone in his house?" He paused and looked directly at Sofiri with unreadable eyes.
Sofiri's heart bounced about his chest and he looked away, unable to maintain eye contact. "Yes sir, he said I'd be safe in his house for now and I totally agree.. Sir the youths really want to harm me especially the butcher"
"Hmmm....I can't blame them, your brother is a devil, he almost harmed my daughter last night" as he spoke he moved round the small apartment, his eyes roaming around.
Sofiri held his breath when Dé Nwachukwu opened one of the room doors and peered inside.
Dé Nwachukwu looked at him and his expression was unreadable.
"you know what I find strange...Pa Kenneth was always conscious about his security...his home especially, I find it strange that he'd leave you just like that in his place..."
As he spoke he moved to the other door.
He stopped with his hand on the door knob
"Come to think of it..." He frowned "Pa Kenneth.. .no it can't be"
Sofiri was watching the door with wide eyes but he suddenly seemed to focus on what the elder was saying.
Dé Nwachukwu was staring at him as if he was just seeing him for the first time. Sofiri was suddenly scared he knew what was coming.
"Sofiri...you're his son aren't you...Pa Kenneth once had boys with a woman from another village...only few people know about it..we were made to believe she took the boys back to the North but...." He removed his hand from the door knob and scratched his jaw deep in thought.
"The strange thing is you and the pastor would fit the age perfectly"
The minute the words were out of his mouth the door opened behind him and someone grabbed him with much force from behind.

°•°•°•°•
Back in the clinic, Osi frowned at Pa Kenneth's feet. He remembered the picture he had taken in his phone and studied the little feet belonging to the elder, running the size similarity in his mind.

my apologies FAM
thanks for sticking with me...would make it up to you.
I know the story has lost its spark I'll just have to douse it in fuel...its coming to an end in the next few updates anyway

sorry this is coming late
okay....
my names are Kingsley efughi
single
literature crushes:...hmmm...one reader one writer...(its a secret)

never knew I'd ever call myself or be called a writer..I always loved reading but never even thought of stringing words together..back then music was my passion and I wanted to be a rapper
Fast forward some years later and I started writing something, now that I think back it was filled with excess flaws but it was something I enjoyed doing.
But then the unthinkable happened.. My laptop crashed and so did the little inspiration for my virgin story.

Still fast forward a couple of years...this January when I stumbled on the literature section of NL, after reading through some stories on the board I was inspired and said why not try something...
The very first update I wrote..I remember that night clearly...lying down and just trying to form an event...
The thing is so many times I wanted to give up...doubt was a big killer but then I check the number of views and I notice +5 or +10
and I'd just start writing.
Thank you for reading my stories.. You make me want to be even better..Jah bless y'all...

Hmm...I'm a bit introverted...my motto used to be me, my headphones and I...but I think I'm a teenie bit more social now..

Divepen1 thanks boss..I enjoyed being casted..more inspiration to you.

meneski chommieblaq shurley22 maybelconor joislim pynkylypz quenitee you guys made me smile so hard...thanks a million

Chommieblaq:
Souloho19, you know I love you right, lemme just remind you again.

This my third time of rereading this story.
Welldone Bruv, the sky is your starting point, can't wait to see your published work or your work being played out in a movie.

3rd time really...wow
lol..I hrt you more dear thanks for your encouragement

yomibelle:
Felt like ah just finished watchin a movie. d characters came to life in my mind.

Thanks Souloho19 for givin me d chance to read something as 'unqualifiable' as dis n mkin me benefit from ur creativity. d sky is just ur starting point

amen...thanks a gazillion I appreciate