paqman:
it is your inconsistency and your repugnance as made a lot of hardcore fan metal fatigue

ok sir. Repugnance? Okay

omoola1122:


TBM please ride on

sure bro. I just want to know the level of their ride-lag so if its curable, i wil continue with them but if its not, i can decide which junction to drop them.

charlie3:
Me set I don tire

tel me d reason behind ur reading fatigue and i wil knw how to cure u

XXXXTENTACION:
Abeg this tori don taya me aswear.

i wil really appreciate it if u can point out the main reason behind ur reading fatigue

CONTD OF T.D.A 21.


I threw the hook of curiousity into the ocean of the weird situation i found myself and begin to fish for explanations.

I remember those guys at the morgue telling me i'm dead to the world and that they are the only ones that knows i'm alive.

To some extent, that revelation sends some shrills of anxiety and fear down my already weary soul. If what those guys said is true, then it means my family and the remaining percentage of people that still cares for me are all going to think and believe i'm dead. People like my mom, my siblings, therapist Sarah, my child, (ah, poor boy. Just when i was starting to look forward to life after prison with him), and then there's Adejoke, the love of my life. Among all these people and apart from my mother and Adejoke, therapist Sarah is the one i feel will feel the heaviest pain of my proclaimed death. She has been the only fuse in the transformer of my life thats keeping me connected with the epileptic current of hope that my life will stable one day. Now, whoever is behind this whole thing has taken that fuse out of me and i have been thrown in total darkness of hopelessness. In other words, i'm doomed.

Wetin Donald Trump no go see for electoral college. In other unelectoral terms, nothing wey i never see inside this world.

On the other hand, my heart skipped a thousand beats when the thought of the 2billion naira i kept with Jide crossed my mind and what could become of it the moment Jide hears of my death. Only the two of us had the knowledge that i kept such a huge amount of money with him. I couldn't tell even my therapist due to the types of betrayal i have suffered in the past. I had plans for that money. I planned to get my life back with it the moment i get out of prison, but whoever is behind my present situation just snuffed out that light of hope.
'Ah, i don suffer in vain'. I lashed out in agony as i wrestle the urge to give in to the chokeslam of pain that just sprint across my soul.

I took my time again to cast a glance across the room, trying to find hints of how deep i am in this new predicament but all i could see only points to the fact that the owner of this building is Tinubu-ly rich. In other unjagabanic words, whoever owns this place must be very rich and the only people i know in my life to have this kind of money are Beatrice and Adedoyin. While the latter is long dead the former must be rotting away inside one prison in the northern part of Nasarawa.

I remembered that i'd once been in this type of situation.

It was when Doris (Joke's late mom) drugged me and hand me over to Beatrice so i wouldn't have a chance to tell anyone of our secret.

I sighed and renewed my everlasting contract with fate.

In that instance, i felt my bladder threatening to burst, so i ignore all the abstract pains coming from within and other parts of my body as i quickly got down from the bed. I staggered and fumbled around for some moments before i finally regained my footing on the decorated floor.

I head straight for the door and found it unlocked. Then I stepped outside into a small lobby before dashing towards a small door situated just few feets from me hoping that would be the place i can ease myself.

On the way, my face started itching me very bad but my hands were so weak i couldn't even lift a finger to scratch the itch away.

I entered the small room and found the urinary. I tried bringing my d*ck to the height of the urinary but my d+ck suddenly feels too heavy for my hand to carry so on second thought i moved closer to the closet and begin to tip down a heavy amount of water that was stored inside my dam during the time of my unconsciousness.

I pull off the strange underpants i found on my waist and turned on the shower with my back pressed against its switch. The water covered my body and i flinched at its first contact on my body. No mind me, its been long since i last stood under a shower.

I spent like thirty minutes inside the shower until i feel i can now make use of my hands. I dried myself with the little breeze coming from the window and put on my underpants. I stepped outside and returned to the lobby that leads to the room i was situated earlier but before i could make the turn, i started hearing some chatting voice coming from the extreme end of the lobby. At first, my mind was telling me to return to the room and ignore the voices but my curiousity got the better of me and i begin to walk towards the direction the voices were coming from.


"this Obaseki is funny o, so he expects a prisoner with a functioning brain to return to the prison after escaping from that sh*thole?......" that was the first coherent statement i heard the moment i got near to the entrance of a big spacious and lavishly furnished living room. I poked my head in from the entrance and the first face i saw made me feel like a knitting needle was jammed into my head.

NO! This can't be happening again!!!.


TBC

genius43:
Please Divepen1 our OP got banned after posting, please look into it.

i dont get you sir

CONTINUATION OF EPISODE 21. TDA.


"answer me na, are we too late for the antidote?"

"we cant be, we still have like five more minutes to get the antidote into his body....."

"but five minutes have passed already on your stopwatch....."

"damn it......you are right, then we have to hurry before i lose my money.."


A moment after that, i felt something like a needle entering my neck region.

"lets hope it works"

"when will the other guys arrive?"

"they are nearby, they are just waiting for my signal...."

"how do we know the antidote is working ganself?"

"his pulse should be back by now"

"let me check it"

"is it back?"

"yes, its back but still faintly...."

"how long do we wait before giving him the last one...."

"errrrmm, sixty seconds tops or there will be serious complications...."

"i have a feeling whoever is paying you to get him out doesn't want him dead or harmed in any severe way."

"you damn right."

"then that person must have another agenda for him, i dont even want to speculate on what that might be.."

"you are right, you dont need to speculate........here we go, sixty seconds, lets give him the second one right away so we can get out of this morgue."

After that, i felt another needle enter my neck and soon afterwards, i begin to regain full use of other parts of my body.

I opened my eyes slowly. The face i saw looks exactly like that of the man that shot me so i flared up immediately.

"calm down." he said to me while the second person was trying to shove a white piece of clothing in my mouth. "no, let him talk..."

"what if he screams?"

"no one can hear him. Let him talk so he can know we are not trying to kill him." he said with a grin.

"you shot me! And you said you dont want to kill me?" i lashed out again.

"i have no intention of killing you,..."

"he purposely missed the artery when he shot you with that hypothermic compound," the other guy cuts in. " it was enough to slow your heartbeat to the point where they would think you were dead. And part of our job is to revive and extract you." he explained to me but still it still doesn't make sense.

"so what you are saying now is that i'm dead?"

"technically no...no you are not. But we are the only people that knows that."

"we? You mean just the two of you? Why are you doing...."

He didnt let me finish my statement before placing a hand on my mouth. "shhhhh. Dont waste your energy on that. I suggest you save it, cos you will be needing it on the long run.."

"but to answer your question, no, its not just the two of us. We are just a small cog in a very big machine. Thats all i can say."

The moment i finish processing that last statement, i asked myself who could be doing this to me? The first person that crossed my mind at that minute was no one else other than Jarter (Lovelyn's husband). I remember quite well the things he said to me after the Judge had pronounced my sentence. I remembered him threatening to make my life a living hell unless i give him the 2billion naira he's asking for.

I spent a lot of time thinking about the possibility of Jarter's involvement in my latest situation. It was all starting to make sense until i remembered the fact that anyone behind this must be someone very rich and powerful, not someone infested with the greed of 2billion naira.

I tried and tried to think of other possibilities but i wasn't able to do that until i tried opening my mouth to talk again and suddenly start to feel weakness surging through all my entire body.

"he should be out very soon, so we can move him out without problem."

And that was the last thing i heard before i slipped into something more comfortable than coma. I fell into oblivion.


****



I cant say for how long i was out, really i cant say but when i eventually regained full ownership of my whole being, i found myself in an environment that has a very sharp contrast to the one i'd spent the larger part of the last few months.


It was the light coming from the led bulb situated in the middle of the room that first penetrated deeply into my eyes.

Curiously, my eyes flew open and while they were still trying to adjust to the level of illumination in the room, my right hand moved on its own volition and it was then that i realised that there was something like a rubber tube attached to the back of my palms. I remained motionless for some minutes, trying to process out my latest condition.

Then, I tried lifting my head up to try and understand the full situation of my environment but during that attempt i noticed something like a glass helmet hovering ontop of me.

I panicked.

Fidgetingly, i begin to worry about whats happening to me as the events of the last time i was conscious began rushing back to me. I remembered my last conversation at the morgue, what those guys said to me and it was then that i realise that i may have just landed in a very bigger and terrible situation.

21. THE DOG ATTENDANT BY DAROUS EMMANUEL.


The sounds coming from my surroundings begin to subside with each moment that passed as i feel myself being wheeled for about 5minutes until they stopped totally.

The weird thing that makes this whole thing more baffling and thought provoking for me is the unquestionable fact that, i could hear, i could sense faintly everything going on around me but i cant talk or see. I cant even think of anything, it was as if a larger part of my brain was dead or paralysed. I dont even know maybe my eyes were open or not at that very moment

During those weird periods, the events of my life begin to play before my very eyes. We can call that act from my brain as the last kicks of a dying horse. How i became this vulnerable to be used by anyone who feels i have wronged them in one way or the other is one of the main reasons why this was so painful to bear.

Only God knows what is happening to my life, only him can explain the reason why he choose to allow all these ugly occurences to keep on happening in my life. The son of thunder have really suffered in this world.

Going back to the gene(sis) or gene(bro) of my troubles, it all started in my attempt to get myself out of poverty, and in doing so, i slipped into something far more uncomfortable than poverty itself.

Tell me, how many times have i been drugged in my life? Three or four? I involuntarily became a regular customer to drugs.

The first time i was drugged was at the hotel where Beatrice and i went after our first meeting. Speaking of Beatrice, its been long since the last time i hear anything concerning her. I think she should still be in prison or in one godforsaken place sha. Thats that on that.

Chioma was the one who helped Adedoyin to drug me back then which automatically made Beatrice to become my sworn enemy. And again, speaking about Chioma, i forgot to tell you that she eventually survived the coma, but the bullet was still logged inside her spinal cord which have ultimately rendered her paralysed for life.

I dont know maybe to be happy with that but if you ask me, i will tell you Chioma deserved what she got. For all the pains she has brought to my life, she deserves far worse. Remember she had a hand in the death of Adedoyin and a whole lot of conspiracies that affected my life, so before you judge me for feeling happy about her condition, you should first ask that light-skinned bi*ch if her hand is ever clean.

The three good things that ever came out of my whole life dramas are the appearance of Therapist Sarah in my life, the birth of my Child and the undying love of Joke.

Oh, speaking about Joke, i must tell you that, during the last two weeks of my stay in prison before this incident happened, she paid me a visit and during our discussion, she promised me that she will never marry another man. She promised she will wait for me till i'm out of prison. And when i asked her that same question that's presently running through your mind, she said she can't stand the thought of another man taking my place in her heart. Well, time will tell if thats true.

BACK TO PRESENT.


Suddenly, the wheel movement came to a stop shortly before i feel myself being lifted inside a place that felt like a container but somehow cold.

Shortly afterwards, i begin to hear two arguing voices coming from the surroundings. One of the voice sounds familiar though but i can't quite point my finger at the exact owner of it.

"you just stick to the story, he was trying to run away from custody and thats why he was gunned down."

"what if they now demand to carry out an autopsy?"

"you dont worry about that one. I already arrange everything. There will be no autopsy...."

"how can you be sure? What about his relatives? Wont.."

"i say you should not worry about it. This is not the first time i'm doing this...and it wont be my last..."

"but once we are done with this, i think we are even..., i dont want to see you on my door step ever again!"

"you wouldn't have a doorstep if it weren't for me you idiot,...."

"thats past tense...."

"will you shut the hell up?"

"make me"

"Dont you know he can hear us? Listen, this task is just what it is....it involves a lot of money and i cant let it slip away just like that. I need this money...."

"so you are telling me all this is for money? Nearly killing someone and injecting him with a coma inducing drug? A drug strong enough to turn him to a vegetable?...ooosh, i hate my role in this....i hate the fact that i helped you accomplish this evil mission.....but don't worry, we are even once we are done here....."

"no, i will let you know when we are even....lets just get this done and dusted once and for all, time has passed for hand wriggling. Lets hope we are not too late gan self, we have wasted a lot of time talking nonsense..."


"you are a poison"

"you bet."

"are we too late for the antidote?"

i wil update. it wont take time. pls bear with me

dawno2008:
Welcome back oo,
Let's see how long he'll stay this time?
Is it not TBM,he will soon go AWOL again

smiles. I'm here to stay this time

YeSJacky:
You dey mad, you no die anything. You go pay me my money before you die. Gud update. Thumb up niggur

thanks boss. I appreciate the comment sir

The web of crises surrounding my embattled life got more entangled by the events that occured exactly two weeks after the day of my sentence.

I wont lie to you, it got really really messy as it goes.

*****


TWO WEEKS AFTER I WAS SENTENCED TO 36YEARS.

The sun was already heading home after the days hard work (cos it scortched throughout) and the moon could be seen warming up to take over, ready to embark on another 12hours on the atmospheric pitch that Is generally known as THE SKY.

The ventilation holes that serves as means for would-be spectators to watch whats going on in the sky from inside the cell was doing a perfect job at the moment when we suddenly started hearing a heavy footstep coming from the lobby that separates the two wings of a 50 units cell approaching us.

It wasn't unusual, but what makes it awkwardly unusual was the timing and the lone footsteps.

We are familiar with the notion that, each time they want to carry out the death sentence of any person on death row, they do it towards evening time but even with that, they come in group and armed. So you can understand the kind of thoughts and fear that was circulating through our bodies when the footstep came to a sudden halt at the front of our own cell.

The ray of light that was coming from the outside didnt reach the iron bar that stands between us and free mobility, which is where the stranger stopped.

He was cladded in a warden uniform but his dark face wasnt clear.

Principal was the first to speak up after surveying the stranger for a brief while. "wetin happen officer?" he queried with a semi-deep voice but the stranger remained mute which made Principal to repeat his question four times before the stranger eventually talked.

"if your name is Darus, come forward now...." he commanded with a very thick marijuana-infested voice.

I could hear my own heart, beating very hard against my chest the very moment i hear my name even though he didnt pronounce it right.

"for what!" Principal queried loudly.

"hey! If you are not Darus, just keep your stinking mouth shut okay!" the stranger in warden cloth fired what appeared like a threatful warning.

I was expecting Principal to speak again in his usual 'I'M THE BOSS' attitude but nothing of such happened. Not even other rugged members could say a word.

Even though i was scared to the bone, i still managed to muster a little bit of courage to stand up.

"what are you doing?" Riddle said in a whisper to me but before i could talk, the stranger spoke again.

"are you Darus?"

"no.... I'm not..." i managed a reply.

"then why did you stand up?" temper could be felt in that statement.

"i'm Darous, not Darus...." i replied as i take the final step to the iron bar separating us. Still i couldnt see his face clearly. I was very scared, uncertain of what could become of me at the moment but i still managed to maintain a calm appearance.

After hearing that, he brought out a phone and checked on the screen before bringing the phone to my face probably for verification or confirmation because i could see my own picture on the screen of the phone.

"its indeed you...." and that was the last thing i hear before i notice him bring up his hand and point something that looked like a gun to my heart region and before my brain could alert my brain for the imminent threat to my life, he fired two quick shots into me.

The last thing i heard before colapsing to the ground were loud screams emanating from my fellow inmates.


****

ABOUT 30 MINUTES LATER.


VOICE 1- we got a gunshot wound to the chest lets move...

VOICE 2- whats the pulse?

VOICE 1- 110, respiratory is still ragged.

VOICE 2- check the carotid.

VOICE 1- B.P is 80 over 50.

VOICE 2- what do we have?

VOICE 1- room 5 is prepped.

VOICE 2- we are gonna take care of you, O.R lets move....

After 3 seconds of silence.

VOICE 2- how many gunshot wounds?

VOICE 1- two in the chest region.

VOICE 2- is patient typing crossed?

VOICE 3- no...

VOICE 2- call the blood bank, send up 4 units of O-negative.

VOICE 3- right away.

VOICE 2- lets go people, we got a life to save.

AFTER SOMETIMES SPENT IN THE SURGERY ROOM.

VOICE 2- gosh..... he didn't make it. There's just too much blood loss and arterial damage.

VOICE 1- time of death 22:09hrs.


What? How can i be dead when i can still hear everything?

The next thing i felt after asking myself that question was a piece of cloth covering my face and a statement that follows from one of the surgeons which says;

"uncuff him and take him to the morgue".


In Fela's voice; DOUBLE WAHALA FOR DEADY BODY.......


T.B.C.

I was about to start wondering what could have brought these two people to the station but the CP's voice that came up immediately made sure i couldn't complete that task. "you two can go now......" the CP said with a hand gesture at the men that brought me in.

Therapist Sarah was the first to spot me and the moment she does, she sprung up immediately and locked me in a full embrace.
She hugged me so tight i couldn't breath but not like that of George Floyd.

"how are you feeling?" she asked searchingly into my weary face after withdrawing from the embrace.

I couldn't reply her but just managed a wry scoff.

She turned to the CP and said,
"what did you people do to my patient? Why cant he talk?" she stressed louder with genuine concern incubating every aspect of her tone.

The CP couldn't talk or wouldn't as he maintains a very calm composure from the other end.

"have you eaten?" she asked but i replied negative which must have brought out the anger in her.
"oh my God......." she laments. "one would think the #endSars protest that rocked the country would have restored some fraction of sanity into your minds and stop treating people like animals......but see what we got here.....eh....th."

"hey....calm down please....." my lawyer said to her. She sighed and bent over to pick something from her bag pack. She turned to me and hand over a chilled five-alive bottle and two expensive buiscuits. I smiled after collecting them.

"can we talk with him briefly?" my lawyer requested.

"sure..... You can make use of that room," the CP replied with a hand gesture.


****

We all got to the room one after the other, after settling down on the available chairs, my lawyer told me that i should tell him everything that happened the previous day while i continue eating my snacks.

I was hesitant at first but an encouraging look from my therapist chased all the protesting doubts in me, so i didnt waste time in telling them everything that transpired, right from the prison break, to the events that led to the death of Lovelyn and the threats from her husband (Jarter) up to everything that occured at my house in Ibadan. I didnt spare anything from them.

"so, if thats the case," my lawyer spoke after i'd finished talking. "then i think we need to seize this opportunity and make sure you get a fair judgement in the next hearing....."

"you think so?" Sarah inquired curiously.

"i can make it happen...." he said assuringly. "however, given that the case has been in court before those events took place, the argument for pleading not guilty appears a bit weak. But with laws, you never know where the biscuit will crack."

"hmmmmmm....." i released a deep breath after hearing that.

"but still, you have your own role to play..." Sarah said to me and i wondered what she meant.

"how?" i asked her.

"you need to start thinking positively....so that by the time you get out of that Godforsaken place and you look into the mirror, what you see will serve as a reminder of the person that got your back during this trying times.." She ended and i couldnt help but wonder what is the exact good thing i did to make this wonderful woman come into my life? Someone should tell me please. This Sara is a rare rose in a garden of weeds. Weeds like? I wont say.

And with that, we all head back to the CP's office where we met the CP engaging in a soft but tensed conversation with Lewis who appeared very frightened and jittery.

Dont let me delay you with the things that transpired therein particularly between Sarah, the CP and Lewis, but at the end of it all, we won. How we won? I wont say. Okay.


It was in the evening of that day that i was returned to prison, but not before spending some unforgettable quality moments with my child (as granted by the CP).

Everything was running smoothly for me in the prison until the day
i was sentenced to 36years(like i mentioned at the begining of this second part, i mean the epilogue).

I made peace with myself after my sentence. Atleast i was given a second chance to rehabilitate myself. I embraced the new situation i found myself because i believe i have wonderful people behind me.
And most importantly, the CP has promised my lawyer that my name will be included in the list of prisoners to be granted state pardon during the independence day celebration of the coming year. But the chances of that happening is very slim but at the same time, i have nothing to lose by puting some hope on that. Also, i'm always happy each time i remember the 2billion naira that i kept with Jide. I was hoping to make good use of that money once my sentence expires or i get lucky with the promise of the CP.

But, you know its funny how being in prison can give you all the time in the world to reflect on the mistakes you've made in life and possibly how to learn to never make them again but as you know, what is the essence of Darous if trouble cant make use of him?

DEDICATED TO THE BRIDE TO BE

IJEOMA JULIET.

H.M.LIFE.




20. THE DOG ATTENDANT by Darousmart Emmanuel.



The C.P stood up angrily and dashed towards the door with fury clearly
dictating each step he took towards the door.

Sergeant Audu have returned earlier from outside to report to him that Lewis has refused to follow him back to the room.


"That overpampered idiot really got some nerves!" The Chief warden added with a tone of distaste that ended with a hiss.

"He must be sick in the head!" That was the last thing I hear the CP say before exiting the room.


Four minutes passed before I glanced at the other side only to see the
chief warden is already dozing off after the long
silence of inactivity in the room.

My body was very weak and my butt was already sending a pain signal to my
brain. I sighed high and swallowed the saliva I had managed to work into my
mouth in my attempt to quench the burning thirst in my throat.

I finished swallowing and barely a second after that, I felt a soft little palm on my shoulder. It was a
tender touch from my child.

I turned around to face him and was met with a small pack of Ribena drink
in his extended hands.

"Take and quickly drink it before that police comes back..." He offered with a
genuine tone of haste that made my eyes dim and blink in quick succession.

I hesitated at that moment because it's been long since someone offered me
a genuine help like this one, but as I was busy trying to wrap my head
around the situation, Chris quickly cut open the Ribena with the straw that
came with it and before I can even think of something else, he leaned
forward and shoved the straw inside my half-opened lips.

He made sure I extracted the last liquid in the pack before he withdraw the
straw. He examined the pack for confirmation and when he saw that nothing was
left inside, he smiled and quickly stuffed the empty pack in his jean
pockets. He looked at the warder and smiled again when he saw that the man
was already sleeping on the couch.

"Chris, why did you gave me that drink? I mean which one will you drink now?" I asked him that before I could
even stop myself.

I was expecting him to answer me but the boy just gave me a wink and adjust
in his seat.

I waited for two more seconds before repeating myself and I was met with
the same response.

"Chris, talk to me, why did you help me?” I blurted out again.

"You don't like it?" That was the sharp question he said back to me.

"Erm...I ...I like it ..."

"Then you should say a THANK YOU..."

I scoffed after hearing that from him. I wasn't surprised at hearing that,
this is not my first time of encountering him. I was just asking that
question to know if he still remembers me from the previous day's event.

"Okay, I'm sorry for not saying thank you..." I paused. "Thank you Chris
for the kindness...thank you very...."

"One thank you is enough for one Ribena sir, if you say it again, I don't
know where I will get another one to give you because I don't know where
Aunty Nike has gone to..." He interrupted me and I had to cut short my
words.

"Are we friends now?” In almost whispers, I asked that.

"Since yesterday..." He replied in whispers too and I was kind of surprised
at that.

"So you remember me?" I asked curiously after taking a quick glance at the
dozing warder.

"Mmm-mmm" He nodded affirmatively.

"Oh....you still remember my name?”

"Yes..."

"Tell me then, what's my name?”

"No..."

"Why?"

"My mummy said I should never call you that name...."

"Oh! Your mum?" I asked myself that as I was a bit confused by that
statement but then I remember that he always call Joke his mom. "Chris, why
did she tell you that?"

"She said it's not good to be calling my daddy by his name...."

Gbam!


I hid my astonished mood behind the confines of a smirk. "Your dad? As in
you shouldn't be calling anyone old enough to give birth to you by their name?"

He rose to his feet and stood before me. "But you are...." He was still
saying when the door suddenly flew open again and one police man that locked
me up in the toilet earlier entered with another two men behind him.

Chris rushed back to his seat and the men stepped further inside.

They appeared somehow unsettled as evidently seen on their body language.

'something's up...' I thought to myself as they helped me to my feet.

They told Chris to stay calm that his sister is on the way to pick him up just before they escort me out.

Few minutes later, i found myself inside the office of the CP. Standing at the right side of the middle table was a sweat covered Lewis. He released a contempt filled hiss the moment he saw me enter the room.

I ignored him and settle my tired gaze on the other two people occupying the seat across the table in which the CP was resting his elbows on. They are my lawyer and therapist Sarah.

Vidamia:
This is not the first time he will post "I'm back and bla bla bla".......he won't update anything, you will see his post by Feb next year again

i've been expecting this...... But anyways, you have every right to say this, but i am very determined to prove u wrong....... Today or midnight.....

Abosede512:
This is BOSSY512. You are welcome back

i'm extremely glad to hear frm u my dear sister. It gladdens d heart to knw that u still got my bak. I promise nt to fvck up. I swear with my grandma's armpit.

genius43:
Welcome back Theblessedman, you have been missed.

i'm happy u still got my bak bro.... Thanks

Coolx:

make e be as you talk am so
I no get anything else to talk

i'm back bro..... I swear with my grandma's armpit, i'm back.....

HMMMMMMMM

ladies and gents, all my fans, i am here on my knees, begging and pleading that you forgive me....

I have no excuse for abandoning this story for this long... Nothing i say can justify that nonsense but all i'm asking for is a second chance.

If Buhari, with all his first term ills can be given another chance at redemption (even though he's presently squandering it), i mean if, Apostle Jose Mourinho can be given a second chance at Chelsea despite the way he left the first time, then i think you beautiful people can grant me this humble request.

This time, i'm not going to tell you I WILL BE BACK, but on the contrary, i'm going to borrow a phrase from the popular film titled TERMINATOR by Arnold Shwarzzzzzzzz-whatever, that says "I'M BACK".

Seriously i'm back and so is T.D.A.

Please tell everyone so that they can tell someone that THEBLESSEDMAN is back to finish what he started.


To those who called and texted me during my time in sabbatical, i say a very big thanks to you all. Cc: tiffanyfan, adeshinapopcorn, mr omotoyosi (i can never forget you and your messages) faithubah, kevin, obinoocoool (sorry if i didnt get that right) menwongo, adesmammy and a whole lot of others that i cant remember their names now, i say a very big thank you for not forgetting me. I love you all. AND dont forget that i will be needing your comments as usual, its the only thing that can keep me going on this journey. The absence or the low turn out of it can down my morale. Please i need you all....

And to those wishing me dead, anyways, i'm sorry if my reappearance is going to make you feel uncomfortable. I'm sorry if you guys cant withstand the revelation that i have survived all my tribulations, and all the thorns i escaped to get back here. I'm sorry i survived your curses and bad wishes, thats to tell you that there is a reason behind that statement from the bible which i like, WHOM GOD HAS BLESSED, NO MAN CAN CURSE.... hence the reason for that name..... THEBLESSEDMAN....

I'm back now, so DEAL WITH IT.

Please #ENDfansBRUTALITY just like i ended #AUTHOR'Sabbatical.


Lets do this again......
Thanks, may this our reunion last long and be fruitful.

Signed......by THEBLESSEDMAN T.B.M

doctorexcel:


long time bossman

yes sir. It wil be okay very soon. T.D.A wil be back. That i promise.

Dennison1:
Good evening I'll be happy if you can complete the story. Thanks

its a sure thing boss. I'll definitely finish what i started. I promise. Thanx 4 keeping faith.

Adesina12:
Dear Tiffanyfan
All the comments made in respect of short update made by you were mere jokes
But I am surprised you took them serious as it is
Meanwhile, let me apologize on behalf of association and fan of this beautiful story
Though, all the statements made were made out of love for you, the writer and the story
We indeed sorry and we hope this apology will make you come around and help TBM in future
Especially, when it is glaring that he is afraid to post short update himself but instead hide behind courageous lady like u
We love you sincerely and appreciate you for the job done for heir of shango olukoso
May the thunder of shango miss you any day
Sweet popcorn for you, the readers and TheBlessedMan
One love

Well, what else can I say, isn't this just too amazing? I'm just as speechless as the word speechless itself.

Boss, I doff my abeti-aja for you o. Thanks for this.

Mtbail:
TBM please treat Lewis fairly with ur pen. I don't blame him for his actions because you(Darous) gave him the space as a result of your naivety.

I'm happy everything is gradually turning out good for Darous. This is something I have been expecting since the end of the first story(COUNTLESS).
#happyending




Lastly I want Darous to seriously learn his lessons and turn a new leave. If after all these suffering and pain he still enjoy his former lifestyle then It will very clear that Shango has chosen him as his only begotten son. I rest my case....







take ur time TBM and update when u are less busy.


THANKS....

thanks boss

19. THE DOG ATTENDANT. [T.D.A] by Darousmart Emmanuel.


The rays of light (that my inmates gave me) and hope of getting out of the impending storm and whirlwind that was cutting through the gloomy weather is now suddenly facing a threat from my own son. My own child.

Someone once said "one of the truest test of integrity is it's blunt refusal to be compromised." Moreover, this statement can be Super-gluely, or Altheco-ly or Chemmer-ly attributed to the commissioner of Police - who has been rigidly adamant in his decision to make sure he doesn't let the pressure Lewis was giving him to have any sentimental influence on his position with the situation on ground.

Well, maybe the grammars in the above statement is uncorrelating with the explanation I'm trying to give you, so let me make it simple. What I'm trying to tell you in simpler words is that,, it's safe to say that the C.P have also tried his best to not succumb to the intimidating pressure being mounted upon him countlessly by my friend-turn nemesis in the name of Lewis. I think you can get me now.
It's quite unfortunate though, that when I was starting to feel like I'm getting free, this Lewis just can't stop being a pain in the arse, as his BBC just have to choose the wrongest of time to investigate a Sex_for_Marks scandal in my already scandalous life. It's a sorry case.
Well, let me just continue jare.

The Chief warden himself was already feeling uncomfortable in his chair at the very moment my son mumbled something to the C.P. The fear of getting caught in the crossfire and the threat it poses to his job is already getting some premature sweats out on his forehead. I could see his early-fifties face filled with horror the moment Lewis brought that idea of using my son as case settler up earlier.

Mind you, the Chief warden was merely acting on what his corrupt boys told him happened at the prison the other night. I'm sure he had no hand in my escape and recapturing. He was just counting on the words of his guys and thinking he's on the side of truth, but unfortunately for him, Lewis who appears to be the devil here is the only one on that side. The rest of us are just counting on that legendary man called LIE, to for once, in his immortality life, try and conquer his oldest adversary known as Mr Truth.

Lewis on the other hand was just beaming with smile and confidence like someone that just bought an immortality drug. He believed his plans and efforts was about to yield the necessary result to earn him the cutoff mark that will finally get him his long awaited admission into Joke's University.

Hmmm.. I'm rambling too much. Let's just continue.
Over to you Chris, just blow the trumpet so that rapture can take place and I will know my fate.

The boy mouthed some words incoherently as if he was afraid and that got the C.P to calm him down by placing his large arm on his young shoulder, thus bringing the boy closer to himself.

"Chris, don't be afraid okay? Just tell me what you know and I promise you that no one will hurt you okay? You know you can tell me anything in this place right?" He said to him with a reasurring look and that kind of made the boy calm down a bit. Chris's back was now backing Lewis, while his side was siding me too.

The tension in my body has escalated quickly the moment my son prepared himself to speak out. The only thing standing between me and eternity in jail is this boy called Chris. If he just confirm that he saw me yesterday at my house in Ibadan, then not even the Chief warden will be able to save me. Remember that the CP have warned me before, even before they brought in my inmates, remember that he have already pleaded with me to tell him the truth of which I refuted vehemently. So you can just imagine what the CP will do to me once he finds out that I've been lying all along.

I begin to think of ways to get myself out of this mess but couldn't even get my mind to settle talkless of thinking of something. I tried to make contact with my son's face but even if I tried that, there's every chance that either the CP or Lewis will catch me doing that.

"Talk to me boy.. don't be scared...." The CP's voice cut across the room again as my heartbeat continue to increase with rapid abandon.

I quickly turn my back towards where the boy was standing as my ears strained anxiously to hear the worst.

"I saw......" The boy was still saying when the Chief warden suddenly cuts in.

"Ermmm....I'm sorry sir..." He said with a pleading tone. And that got the attention of the C.P away from the boy. I turned around to see for myself.

"Yes...what is it?" He queried with a frank face, evidently trying to hide the frustration in him.

"I'm confused here sir,"

"How? The C.P rasped out.

"Sir, I don't know why we are still on this issue sir."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"What I mean sir is that, sir, With all the evidences gathered so far and the investigations from your office and mine sir, I don't think we should still be wasting our time on this issue. Furthermore...."

"Further what!" Lewis attacked outrightly. He was boiling with anger as he made that statement. "How can you say we should just go and sleep on what those criminals came here to do? Eh? To just let this criminal get away with everything he did to me? Don't be ridiculous Mr warder...." He moaned at the man that's just 5 or 6 year short of the reproductive wherewithal to produce someone of his own age.

Instead of the Chief warden to reply him, he only gave him a narrowed look and return his attention to the senior man in the room.

"Sir like I was saying...."

"No, like I WAS SAYING..."Lewis interrupted emphatically. "

"Mr Lewis, you need to calm down right now...." C.P said calmly.

"Calm down?" Lewis chuckled wickedly. "Calm down is all you can say? And you don't think I would have done that assuming you people know how to do your job?"

"Hmm-hmmm" C.P also chuckled at that. "We don't know how to do our jobs?"

"Yes!..." Lewis declared boldly. Not ready to back down at all. "If you do, this man here will not be talking like he doesn't know how valuable a witness as young as this boy means in a court of law.."

"And this is not a court na, is it?" Chief warden said out with a squeezed face.

"And so what? So fucking what?, What difference does that make? We are about to uncover the truth and you are doing your best to cover up your conspiracy..."

"Conspiracy? What conspiracy is that if I may ask sir...." Chief warden asked with a relatively cool tone.

"You can't possibly tell me you don't know that this bastard ran away from prison yesterday...you can't deny that....this bastard made....."

"Stop using that language in my office Mr man...." C.P bemoaned. "I pardoned it the first time doesn't mean you can repeat it again."

Lewis chuckled with a cold tone before he spoke again.
"For your information sir, I can repeat it as many times as I like"

"Then I will have no choice than to have you locked up..." The C.P fired at him as he got to his feet to face Lewis squarely.

Remember what I said earlier about Truth versus Lie? I think Lie is starting to show some real balls.

"You will lock me up? For what?" Lewis bemoan with a hand directed at his own chest.

"Yes, and if you still don't learn how to control yourself, worse might follow and I don't want that for you Mr man."

"Ah, na wá ooooo" Lewis lamented with a shocked expression.

"Whether you like it or not, this place is my office and I won't let you continue tainting it with your bad manners...!" He declared loudly.

There was silence for a brief moment before Lewis rubbed his jaw and yawned before talking again.

"Okay...okay sir.." Lewis said calmly as if he was feeling sorry. "Maybe the word was a bit too extreme and impulsive...."

"Hmmmm....." the C.P groaned.

"But...but tell me sir, with all due respect sir, please tell me what someone can call someone like this Darous here, ( he pointed at me) someone who's life is so full of lies, knows nothing other than bring pain to people. Someone who knows nothing other than hurt people all the time, someone so senseless and unrepentant.... if you say he's not a bastard sir? Then tell me, what do you call someone who has no brain, no sense, no mercy, not even an atom of honesty in him whatsoever? Tell me sir, what do you call such a man?"

"Uncle Lewis...." That was Chris's tiny voice. I didn't read any meaning to that at first cos I think he was trying to tell Lewis something, but when I saw the sharp fury in Lewis's face as he brought his face down to the boy, then, that was when I knew Chris was really telling him something.

"What did you just say?" Lewis slammed hard furiously. The boy motioned closer to the C.P's side for protection and that was when a scoff escaped from my lips. I couldn't hold it, the kind of look on Lewis's oblong face was so funny that even the Chief warden also smiled.

"Are you stupid? Are you mad?" Lewis continue in his attempt to beat the boy but Chris, using the advantage of his low center of gravity, continue to dodged behind the armour of the C.P.

"You think I'm here to play with you?" He lashed out furiously again. "C.P let me deal with that boy abeg, just give me a minute with him...."

"Your phone is ringing..." Chief warden interrupted very fast. Lewis turned sharply to him and gave him a hard glare. "I think that's what the boy was trying to tell you, your phone is ringing." He repeated it and it was then that we all heard the sound of a ringing phone. It was coming from Lewis's pocket.

Lewis touched his pocket to feel his phone, he brought it out to check the caller and his face softened after seeing the caller.

The CP was just staring at him with an expression-less face as he placed the phone on his ears and begin to walk out.

"Hello Dad...." He said lastly before exiting the room.

"You can talk to me now Chris.." the CP said after the exit of Lewis.."

"Erm sir, do we still need to do that?" The Chief warden asked with a worried tone.

The CP was silent at first, he appeared to be deliberating on how best to reply the question being posed to him by the man in the opposite chair.

"You know, that man is somehow arrogant and you know, with all his irritating manners, you know, he's right on this. Let's just give it one last try. Whatever the boy says will be the final decider on this case. We have tried our best, but as law enforcement agencies, we have to make sure there's no stone left unturned during investigations like this." The CP explained with an explicit expression.

"I get you sir, but why this boy? Does he even know what we are doing here?" Chief warder countered again.

The CP smiled briefly and looked at my child again.

"How old are you?" He asked the boy.

"I'm six years old sir." Chris replied him quickly.

"What's your name?"

"Chris Emmanuel."

I was surprised to hear that from him because I never thought Joke will let him bear my name.

"Tell me Chris, what is this place?" The CP asked again.

Chris looked around the room before he answered.

"A big room..."

"Good of you... But what is this whole place called gangan?"

"A police station..." Chris answered sharply again and the CP smiled.

"What do you think they are doing in a police station?"

The silence lingered for more than thirty seconds before the boy spoke out again.

"My Mummy said it's where they deal with had people." He replied with a shaking voice.

"Wow... Your Mummy have spoken well..." The CP expressed with a feral smile and shifted his attention to the warder. "So you still think this little lad doesn't know what we are doing here?"

"Hmmm... Well, then sir I have no doubts again sir... you can go on with him sir..."


The CP smiled again to that and drew the boy closer to himself.
"Chris boy,"

"Yes sir?"

"Tell me Chris, was it this man that took you from your house yesterday?" He asked with a hand gesture towards me. That question was different from what he asked him earlier. What he asked him earlier was, did he saw me the previous day? But now instead of that, he's asking him about who took him out of the house yesterday.

Chris gave me a quick glance before talking.

"Not him..." Chris replied sharply and I could hear as a low sigh of relief escaped from the mouth of the chief warden.

"But someone took you from your house yesterday right?" With a skeptical look, the CP asked.

"Yes ...."

"Care to tell me who it was?"

The boy looked behind him, precisely towards the door before he talked.

The CP strained his ears forward with total attention to hear what the boy wanted to say.
In almost whisper, the boy said, "It was uncle Lewis sir...."

"Uncle what?" CP slammed hard with a confused tone. I myself was having a hard time deciding on how to deal with what I'm hearing.

"It was uncle Lewis that came to my room yesterday and gave me two drugs, he now said he want me to follow him to one place and when I did not answer him, he started beating me and beating me before he now use one rope to tie my legs. He now carry me to his car and put me inside the boot. He now open the boot and take me inside one house and use the rope to tie my hand and leg very well. See my hand, it's still paining me......" Chris extends his arms towards the CP and the man gave it a thorough check. I didn't know what the CP saw on his wrist but the kind of look that erupted on his face after seeing it was very bad.

"Chineke!" The Wader whistled out as the CP dropped to his seat.

The boy remained standing in the middle of the room as the CP appeared to be very disturbed with all what the boy just said.

"Are you sure of this Chris?" The warder said after a moment of silence.

"Sir?" Chris asked as if he doesn't understand what the man asked him.

"Are you sure all that happened to you yesterday?" The man questioned.

"Yes sir.." Chris replied.

"And you are sure it's not this man?" The warder asked with a hand pointed at me.

"No sir. He's not the one. It's that bad uncle Lewis that did it to me..." He ended with almost shaking tone. The memories of the ugly incident appeared to be making the boy feel bad.

"Hmmm.." the CP sighed. "Can you say everything you just said again?" He stated with an expectant look.

"Yes sir...."

"Please tell us again, who did you said took you out of your house yesterday?"

After that question, Chris narrated again, in details, without missing any word, all he said before, he said it again.

"Erm! Sir.... I think this boy really knows what he's saying o." The Chief warden said out after Chris have finished talking.

"You think so?"

"Yes sir,.or what reasons will he possibly have for saying all these against that man that he calls his uncle?"

"Hmmmm.." the CP said out with mixed expression.

"He's too young to lie o..." The warder continued. " Who could have believe that that man can do all these bad things? Ehehehe, na wá o. This is now a case of kidnapping, molestation, child assault, child abuse, vanacular kidnapping, corruption, money laundering, improper use of drugs, drug trafficking, impersonation of medical doctor, misuse of car boot, brutal usage of ropes, house vandalisation, ritual attempted murder, and wasting the time of the commissioner of Police and head Garrison, .. all these are crimes punishable by electrocution in....."

"Seargent Audu!" The CP suddenly roared as if he could no longer hold the temper in him.

"Yes sir!" That sharp reply came straight from outside the door.

"Get me that son of a b1tch!" The CP commanded with a furious tone as he remained seated on his chair.

"Who is that sir?" Feeling confused, the Seargent asked that as he got inside the room.

"Get me that man that just went out of this room now!" He commanded with a strict voice of authority.

"Yes sir!" Seargent Audu saluted and went out.

Hmmmm.... Let somebody shout hallelujah! The dribbler have just dribbled himself to a tight corner!


T.B.C.

CONTINUATION OF T.D.A 18. still Dedicated to MHIZ PEREZ. Happy birthday to you dear. You are such an amazing friend.






I fear for my life at that moment. Riddle is someone known for his readiness to do anything just to get out of the prison. He killed his wife when he caught her and his best friend on his own bed. He had a daughter outside this wall and he have always longed for the moment he will see her again.
So I won't be surprised if he decides to talk now. What I don't understand is why Principal is keeping mute and not doing anything to prevent him from talking when he knows the type of person Riddle is.

"Talk now!" Audu commanded again and that sent ripples of fear to my already apprehensive body as I listened on from the toilet.

"He who is guilty is the one who has much to say.... " Riddle suddenly said. "Me no get anything wey I wan talk for this matter, so if you wan flog us, abeg start now, he don tey wey I feel pain...."

"Are you saying you will not tell me what you know? Don't you know I can charge you for consipiracy and felony?"

"On top Wetin? Why you wan charge am? He be phone wey get charging point?" Formula said out.

"Silence there.... I'm warning you, don't tempt me... I told you not to talk unless I ask you something...." Audu said that to Formula.

"Oga police, abeg, dó not make the dress before the child is born .. I no go talk more than that...." Riddle said again.

"Then which one is the flogging you are talking about?" Audu asked Riddle.

"Oga, the chicken says she cries to let the public know of her painful condition, no be say for someone to come free her from the rope....." Riddle spoke out in another riddle.

"You people are really bold gan o... Don't you realize you are inside the police headquarters?" One police said that out. That was the first time I'm hearing his voice.

"A mouse that makes jest of a cat don see a hole nearby...." Riddle spoke again.

"And what's that one suppose to mean now?" Audu asked with fury in his voice.

"It means I already dey life sentence...the only thing wey dey stop me from joining my wife wey I mistakenly kill na this bondage, but if you vex now kill me, then na the hole wey I talk be that...." Riddle expressed confidently.

At that moment, someone came inside to tell Mr Audu that the C.P wants to see him.

After he had left the room, one guy named Fela among us spoke for the first time in his typical Fela voice.

"Make I yab them?" He asked loud and the others immediately replied him with full excitement.

"Yea!" They all chorused.

"Can we yab them?" Fela said again in a singing tone.

"Yes....yab them... Yab them!" They chorused in unison.

"By the time wey I dey for prison," He began to sing that popular Fela song from the BEAST OF A NATION album. "I call am inside world, by the time wey I dey outside prison, I call am outside world, na craze world..."

"No be outside world...."

"Craze world" Others replied him with full enthusiasm.

"No be outside da police dey ee..."

"Craze world,"

"No be outside da magistrate dey eh, ...."

"Craze world,...."

"No be outside da soldiers dey ee..."

"Craze world...."

"No be outside da magistrate dey ee"

"Craze world"

"Make you hear this one, war against indiscipline ee oo,
Na nigerian goverment ee oh,

Them they talk be that we oh,

My people are useless, my people are senseless, My people are indiscipline, I never hear that before ee oh, make government talk ee oh, my people are useless, my people are senseless, my people are indiscipline, which kine talk be that o, na craze talk be that o, na animal talk be that o...."

The groove was getting more exciting by the second and if not for the immediate intervention of the C.P and his guys, I bet my guys would have turned the whole room into a studio.

"Silence here.....!" The C.P, Mr Femzie Carlos roared to announce his presence in the room and my guys complied immediately.

"Welcome sir..." Principal said that out .


"What is this nonsense? Is it because I'm treating you with respect, that's why you want to turn my office into a studio? Eh?"

"We are sorry sir..." Principal apologize.

"Okay, you people have completed your part in this issue....so I will release you now.... Seargent Audu, you can take them back to the prison now..."

"Take them? Wonders shall never end....as if we be biscuits...." Formula said to express his anger.

"Will you just shut up your mouth?" Audu fired at Formula.

"Just ignore him and hurry up, I don't have all day here now." The C.P said again and immediately after that, the sounds of mobile footsteps dominated the place and gradually it died down and that means the full exit of my friends.
"Let the warder come in please..." The C.P said again and there was temporary silence. "Have a seat...."

"Thank you sir...." The Chief warden said.

"Now, after everything those guys did in here, I've reached one conclusion...they are hiding something...that's the only reason behind their stubbornness..."

"But sir, I already told you that nothing of such happened yesterday sir."

"Then how do you explain the scampered footsteps and marks found in the bush and the dead body of one of your men that was found outside your premises?" The C.P threw that in.

"Truly, there was a gun battle last night sir and unfortunately we lost one of our guys, I don't deny that, but I'm telling you that, some guys from a dreaded confraternity tried breaking in to get one person out but they were unsuccessful because of the resistance they met..."

"So they were successful?"

"No...not at all... My guys were very effective as they quickly radioed for reinforcement...there was fun battle and we lost a man. But that's it, they were not successful in what they came for..." The Chief warden explained unequivocally.

"Who were they trying to break out,? You know the person?"

"We are still investigating that sir. I've got my guys on the look out...it's only a matter of time before we man the person, but that person is definitely not erm, Mr Darous or what's his name again."

"Were you there? I mean we're you present when all these happened?lp As a chief warden, your office doesn't work at night, in actual fact, you were supposed to be absent yesterday night, so mind telling me how you came about this piece of information...?"

"I wasn't at work yesterday night sir, that's true but my boys, those I trusted more than anything in the whole place told me all that happened..."

"And you believed them?"

"Yes sir, the investigations I carried out myself made me believe it to be true sir...and that's the truth sir as evidently confirmed again by those prisoners....."

"Hmmmm those ones might be lying for all I can tell..." I heard that from the C.P.

"And with all due respect sir, what reasons would they have for teaming up to protect him? That will even make them turn down the freedom offer sir?"

The warder spoke out convincingly.

"Ok... Corporal Johnson, please tell Mr Lewis to come in please..." He said and sighed high.

The door opened and that sigbaled the entry of Lewis.

"Well, Mr Lewis, as you can see now, I think you are highly mistaken in this issue. You see everyone is saying this Darous was at the prison throughout yesterday, so...."

"You can't seriously expect me to believe that... " Lewis cuts in abruptly.

"What ever you choose to believe is none of my concern Mr Lewis. I think you should try and find whoever did that bandage to your head and settle your quarell with them. You have wasted enough of our time on this wild goose chase....I'm sorry it has to end here...." He ended conclusively and there was a brief moment of silence afterwards before I hear Lewis say something.

"But C.P, can I make a final suggestion?"


"Hmmmm, you still don't accept the outcome of this investigation?"

"You call this bull-sh1t investigation? Well, just hear me out now...."

"Hmmmm.... Okay.... Let's make this clear, this thing you are about to suggest will be the last thing I'm ever going to entertain on this matter okay, so if you have something you want to say, you can do that now...."

"Alright....fair enough...." Lewis said with a strong tone. "I'm a neurosurgeon, I know much about some psychological stuffs and I'm sure if we apply that now, we will get our answer...."

"What are you suggesting Mr Lewis...?" C.P asked curiously.

"Let's use the boy...."

"What boy?"

"His child..."

"You mean the little boy?"

"Yes Chris, they saw each other yesterday, so if we bring the boy in now, am sure his reaction towards his Dad will make you believe me that this guy really was in ibadan yesterday...."

"Hmmm, but, what kind of reaction will we be looking out for?"

"You will see.... just let him see him first and you yourself will see what I'm talking about..."


"Do I need to remind you that the boy is his child, and he can react in whatever way he likes to his own Dad, so I don't know how this will help this situation unless you have an hidden agenda I don't know about..."

"Can I tell you something privately?" Lewis said that and my heart nearly stopped beating at the sound of that.

"Ok...ay...." C.P said hesitantly and there was instant silence.

That gave me the chance to process things on my own at that moment.
(What if Chris identifies me? What if he childishly says something that will indicate me? Hmmm, this will be fatal for me.)

The door to the toilet opened and one police man that I don't know stepped in.
"Come outside now" He commanded.

"I think I would have done that already if I wasn't chained to this buglary." I said with a gesture towards the cuffs in my hand.

He got the message and quickly got busy with untying me.

He led me out of the toilet and we both entered the big room where the C.P, Lewis, Chief Warden and two other police were sitting adjacent to each other.

I stood before them in the middle as they all stared at me with different eyes.

"Sit on the floor and turn your back against that door. " The C.P said with a hand pointed towards the entrance.

"Okay sir..." I complied and sat down on the floor while my back was facing the doorway.

"Good... Please, bring the boy please...." The C.P ordered.

After that order, the door opened and I could hear the footsteps of people making entry to the room.

"How are you Chris?" The C.P asked.

"I'm fine..." The tiny child-ly voice of Chris cuts across the room as it sends cold shivers down my spine.

My brain was blank at that moment. I know the boy will recognize me, that one is certain. Even though I'm not putting on the white garment again, but that boy is too smart and he will know It's me. Remember he's already having doubts about the Angelic role I played on him the other day, if he's smart enough to figure that out, then nothing can stop him from identifying me now.

"Lewis will win. That one is certain." I lamented under my breath as that realisation settled into my mind finally.

"Darous, turn around please...." The C.P commanded but my apprehensive state stopped me from complying immediately.

"I told you, he won't dare look at the boy, ... " Lewis said confidently.

"Mr Darous, will you please turn around please?" The C.P commanded softly.

Nothing I want to do now can save me from this impending disaster. My inmates have did their part. The Chief warden has done his part also. Even the C.P have tried his best in this case but now it's going to be me versus CHRIS. My own child.

I muster up the courage to turn around slowly and when I did, the eyes of Chris met mine and it sent ripples of anxiety and trepidation to my body.

The boy's eyes was fully locked on mine, he didn't blink at all as our eyes remained in that locking position. He was just staring at me with a confused expression. Maybe he was feeling confused about seeing me in that place or wondering why they were calling me Darous instead of Zeus is what I can't say.

"Chris did you saw this man yesterday?" Lewis asked out with full burning urge to end this once and for all.

'Please don't answer him please...' I stated mentally with a pleading eyes at my child.

I can't say maybe the boy heard that statement of Lewis or not, because he showed no reaction to it whatsoever. He was just staring at me without moving at all.

"Chris, please, tell me" The C.P spoke out to end the silence., "did you saw this man yesterday? Please talk your mind. No harm can come to you okay?, Be rest assured no one will hurt you if you tell me the truth...did you saw him yesterday?"

I don't know how the C.P did that, but immediately after his words, I watched with horrific eyes as Chris got prepared to talk.

Finally, my Tacha is about to get evicted... And my child is now the BIGGIE.... oh dear Lord have MERCY...


T.B.C

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18. THE DOG ATTENDANT [T.D.A] by Darousmart Emmanuel.



The memories of all the event that happened the other day overwhelmed my mind. From seeing Joke again and all about the pregnancy issue, up to what transpired between me and Audley Samson, all about the plight of his poor girl, all those feelings made me have a funny feeling of myself. Seriously, I was kind of proud of myself for what I did. And I'm sure Therapist Sarah would be very very happy to hear it when next we see. She will be very proud of the man I'd become. If not because they don't allow us to have visitors on weekends like this one, I'm sure she would have paid me another visit. She hardly go three days without seeing me to the extent some of my inmates thought she's my wife. But truth be told, she is more than a wife to me.

Before we continue, let me quickly remind you guys of my present situation.

First thing you should remember is that, I'm still inside the toilet of the police station. Yes where the C.P asked Seargent Audu to put me before he went out.

The C.P has gone out of the interrogation room to go and attend to some people that came to see him from the governor's office.

The day is still a SUNDAY. The C.P is not suppose to be at work on this day but because of Lewis's involvement in the matter, he decided to handle it personally.

Lewis and Nike are within the premises. Chris (who was sleeping the last time I saw him inside the C.P's office) also came with them.

My fellow inmates and the Chief warden has been brought to the station for further investigation on the issue.

Are we back on the same page now? Ok then, let's continue.

***


It's been more than thirty minutes now and Seargent Audu and his comrades were still having a hard time getting my fellow inmates to cooperate with them. Each question they asked was being turned to whyning by my guys.

Audley Samson have already told me that the success of the plan solely depends on how far my guys can frustrate the efforts of the police. He said once they cooperate together, the C.P will have no choice than to throw the matter into a dustbin. And with what is going on outside that door now? I think they are doing a perfect job at that.....


I strained my ears attentively to hear what is going on outside the door.

"hey, Mr police, you no fit dey talk to my own Principal like that na,. See as we gather here, make I tell you, from 1 to 10, na 5 get yansh pass... Principal na our boss... Give my Principal respect abeg....." That's the unmistakable voice of Formula. After Principal, he's someone I really respect for his ruggedity. This guy no fear anything.

"You people don't want to get me angry.... I dey try my best to be gentle to you but if you push me too much I go make sure you regret it....."

"Regret Wetin? Wetin we wan regret for here? I dey try yarn you on how to talk to my oga and you dey form shoulder pads? You dey craze in Roman numeral?..." Formula added again.

"Hey, hey... hey! You people should better cut that nonsense now...you realize you are talking to the representative of the C.P here?" A voice I couldn't recognize said that. But he must be a police man.

"Representative? Persin go dey fear cow still dey fear hin sh!t join? Tua!" That came straight from one guy known as Africa. He was nicknamed that because of his usual ways of talking in African proverbs.

"And who is the Cow, who is the sh!t?" With a tone that's trying to hide anger, Seargent Audu asked that.

"Me I no know o, Oga police, Wetin me I know be say, if the head too big, it can nor fit dodge stupidity from getting inside....." Africa said again.

"Are you mad? How dare you talk to a whole Seargent like that?" That was Lewis voice. The idiot must have let the C.P enter his office before coming back here.

" Mr Lewis please stay outside please..." Seargent Audu said to him.

"No....no way... Don't tell me sh!t... I don't like the way you people are handling this criminals at all..."

"We be criminals now ba? You nko? Wetin you be?" That's the voice of Principal.

"See as hin face resemble prison latrine....." Pastor said.

Everyone burst into laughter at the sound of that.

"You hear that? You hear that?" Lewis cried out his pain. He appeared to be very hurt by that statement they used in describing his oblong face. "I will so deal with you people today. All it takes for me to add more misery to your already miserable lives is just a phone call to my daddy...."

"Ah, eeeeyah.... The son of God is talking..." Spanner mocked in his typical Ibo accent and there was another round of laughter.

"Mr Lewis please stay outside please, let's handle this ourselves...." Seargent Audu said again after the laughter has stopped.

"Are you serious at all? Obviously you are not. If you are, you won't be standing there and let this people be talking down on someone like me?

"And who be you? Na your blood them sacrifice on the cross of Calvary for our sins?" Pastor chipped in again amongst the growing murmurs.

"Abi na your hand the key to heaven dey kwa?" Mallam, the only Hausa man among us also puts in his voice.

"Hmmm....." Lewis was humming that out as the guys continue to take turns to make his stay in the room something he will never forget in a lifetime.

After a lot of pestering and talks, Mr Audu eventually succeeded in getting Lewis out of the room.

He then resumed to what he was saying before after the exit of Lewis.

"Guys listen, don't make this hard for us please.... All I need here is your cooperation to settle this matter once and for all... You know, we are having this conversation simply because...."

"You call this conversation?" Principal cuts in with a cool voice.

"Yes...." Audu grumbled in.

"You are one hell of a comedian and I'm not surprised at all...." Principal lashed out.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Audu attacked.

""God pricketh them of his great goodness still. And the grief of this great pang pincheth them at the heart, and of wickedness they wry away..." Pastor voiced in as Principal was about to talk.


"What's that supposed to mean Mr Man?" Another policeman queried angrily.

"Don't meddle in this, Corporal Johnson..." Audu said.

"No, boss, oga mi, we are done tolerating this sh1t from this assholes... We have entertained their insolence long enough and we need to make them realize that they are in the presence of the commissioner of Police..."

"Oooo....shooooo.... I even thought he wanted to say Presence of God... Mumu man..." Formula added that in his mocking tone again.

"I think I agree with Corporal Johnson...." That bast*rd Lewis said again but his voice sound very distant from the room. He must have said that from outside the room.

"Corporal Johnson, you can stay outside... " Audu said in a command tone.

"But sir...."

"That's an order!" Audu reiterated harshly.

The corporal grumbled some words before everything went mute again.

"Let me make one thing clear here Mr police...." Principal said.

"I'm all ears...." Audu said.

"What you are asking us to tell you is something we know nothing about. Apart from the fact that this interrogation is unlawful and not making any sense, you people have no right to be treating us this way because we are still serving our sentence...."

"And where does the law says someone serving terms cannot be brought forth for interrogation?"

There was silence after that question from Seargent Audu before Formula spoke again.

"Maybe it skipped the mind of the law to say that, but my boss is telling you now that this is nonsense...."

"You know what?" Audu said again.

"We don't know what, What,What, What.... I don't know anyone by that name..." Formula stressed angrily.

"If I don't ask you to talk, please try and keep your big lips shut! Ok? Or you will....." Mr Audu swallowed the remaining words.

"You go do wetin?...no stop na, continue....make we hear wetin you wan do to us wey dem never do before..." Formula snapped and I instantly knew that things will soon get more messy.

"Just kill us.!." One of the Albino's voice cuts in to end the tenure of the lingering tensive silence in the room.

"You better bring your gun out make you kill us now? We no fear anything o. We be family for here, we die we die together ni... The only thing wey fit pain me be say if you no kill all of us at the same time...I no want make anybody first me enter heaven....laelae (never)....no body go first Apostle enter heaven..." That was Apostle's voice. He's a very slim guy with excess pimples on his face.

"Are you people crazy or what? You have a death wish?" Another police that I don't know his name fired out. "You wan die? Where you think say you dey wey you dey behave anyhow? You have a death wish?"

"No, me get 46years left on my sentence....my lawyer talk say if I get money to appeal, they fit gimme like life parol but I no want that one. I dey enjoy my life for prison steadily... I like as government dey use tax payers money to dey feed us everyday......" Formula said again.

"We like the kine life wey we dey live now!....oyeyeoyeyeeeeeeee...." Apostle sang out in the voice of 9ice and the others wasted no time in joining him.

I can't begin to tell you how I was feeling at that moment. I can't believe it myself. This kind of loyalty is out of this world. I understand that Principal likes me but I couldn't imagine it to this extent. First he threatened the warders to have me returned to the prison, and now he his making these guys do all these inside a police headquarters? Oh my! The thing dey sweet me for body. But I later know the reason why the warders and their boss were so afraid of Principal. That thing strong gan o. Let's leave that for another day Sha.

"Wetin we dey call am?" That voice suddenly cuts into my thoughts. I must have missed the conversation that led to that question above but the reply given to it gave me an hint of what must have transpired during my moment of thoughts.

"Government work, we dey chop...." They all chorused out to the chagrin of Mr Audu and his comrades.

"Silence!" Mr Audu roared and the noise reduced instantly to just murmurs.

"We nor fear you o, worst wey you fit do na to torture us, them never born you na well make you kill us....." Formula said again.

"I have no intention of doing that when there are other ways to make you people talk... I just need one of you to tell me where this guy was throughout yesterday and the C.P has promised to compensate whoever talks, make I repeat am, anybody wey talk truth, the C.P wan dash am something wey all of you na want...."

"Hmmmmm....." I know that tone. That tone belongs to a guy known as Riddle.

"You have something to say?" Audu asked out.

There was silence in the room after that question as my heart started beating heavily in my chest. I fear of what will happen to me if any one backed out of the plan. Not even the Principal can save me if one single person out of 16 people decide to snitch on me.

"Talk now...this might be your last chance to gain freedom..." Audu said with an intimidating tone.

Mtbail:
Thanks for this episode. This Darous is really immune to death even when it keeps knocking. All thanks to Shango for always coming to his aid.

There is something I have learned that keeps him going, my ability to pathway even when it's not convenient.



How wish this stingy im shapter for don close





TBM U TOO MUCH OO....

thanks for this sir...