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133. COUNTLESS.


Following the awful revalations the Doctor just said of my wife's condition, Nike dropped her head on the table before us and began to sniff hard. The situation of her sister was hitting her too hard.

The doctor after casting her a pitied look for some moments, decided to ignore her, then focused on my anxious face and continued.

"the most fatal part, and the reason why she lost consciousness was because she has also suffered a fractured skull in her head. I must tell you,
suffering head injuries from falling down the stairs can have catastrophic, even tragic consequences. Since her skull already bears the brunt from the impact of the fall, then a concussion is likely to be the least of your worries Mr Darous. But you need not worry...your wife is in best hands. We will give her all the best physiotherapy and everything required of her to get back to her feet as quick as possible." She ended just as the nurse she had discharged earlier walked in and handed her a file.

She began to examine it as I took the time to take a strained stroll down the path of thoughts. The thoughts of all the pain my wife is presently undergoing began to flood into my mind. Imagining what she's feeling made me to hate myself. The fact that whats happening to her at that moment was a striking contrast to the promise I made solemnly to myself two months ago. The promise of making her happiness a top priority. Its a pity that I've been doing a very poor job at keep that promise.

I've been nothing but a pain in her life. Every horrible thing I've done in the past are now taking out their toll on the love of my life. She's the victim of my past. My waywardness and philandering have brought her both physical and emotional pain.
I've been a total waste to myself and the people around. Even people who care about me.

As if sending her father to prison isn't enough, I've also forked her sister, not to mention that I'm also the bastarrd she has been looking for. I mean the idiot who impregnated her mother and ran away. Poor Doris had paid the greatest wage for her desire to mother a male child.

I just can't imagine how my mother will take the news of Joke being in the hospital on the night of her wedding day. The news would break her and it will hunt her soul for life. My mum doesn't have a strong suit for taking things like this easy.

There's no way Joke will let this go. She will definitely continue her mission to leave me. Then, whats the essence of my whole existence when Joke will not be part of it?

Why don't I just end it all? Kill myself and atleast have the peace I never had in life in the grave. I don't see Joke loving me again after this.

There's no way, she will ever trust me again after this. Even if she did, I'll still keep on lying to her, in an attempt to bury the mistakes of my past.

Although, I myself, knows that am a renowned liar. Surely there are still enough lies in my head that can last me more than ten life times. Even if I at one point, was unable to conjure up a lie to bail myself out of a situation, I always have the devil at hand to get me another lie from his play store.

And the more I lie, the more Joke will love me less.

So killing myself now is the only way out. If I die now, Joke will- understandably be sad for some days or months at most, but atleast I'd be saving her and a whole lot of other people from the burden of my fizzer existence.

Because I don't know if I can ever stop repeating the same mistakes in my past. Its in my genes. Its my own talent. And it has already ruined my life.

The funniest things about my mistakes is that, they are all avoidable.
Lets look at it this way, assuming I'd not decided to pursue Chioma after seeing her in Adedoyin's car after the hotel incident with Beatrice, she wouldn't have had the chance to sugarcoat me into meeting with Adedoyin.

Remember I was at the A.T.M point at Funaab, withdrawing the money Adedoyin sent to me when those robbers spotted me. It was their invasion at our house that led me to one trouble or the other before I finally ended in the intimidating hands of Doris.

Everything that has happened since then had been the result of my determination to get back at Chioma. What a costly mistake that later turned out to be; seeing as Chioma was now the one that successfully get back at me. Everything started with her intervention and everything is about to end again, because of her intervention. Chioma, I admit, you've won.

Since, I've known her, Joke has always detest a liar. "No matter what the situation might be, Darous, don't ever lie to me." Thats her usual quote whenever she sensed that am hiding something from her.

Hence, why she couldn't bear another second with me on the night of our wedding and had resorted to packing out.

While the Doctor was busy jotting something down after her last statement, Nike had stopped crying and all she was left doing was staring blankly at the ceiling. Obviously, she's lost in thought.

As the other two occupants of the office appeared to be busy, I saw a glittering opportunity to walk out silently and carry out the suicide mission in my head.

A life with money, wealth and fame is no longer worth living without Adejoke in it.
There's no way our life can ever return to its former splendour.

She's the reason why my renowned 8 inches dicck haven't tasted the succulent pink entrance of a pusea for more than eight months and somehow, I wasn't bothered by that atall. If I have to die, there's no better and more considerate way to die than die as a seven months old virgin. Who knows, maybe that can even be enough to get me into heaven.

My love for my one-day-old-wife has been the only thing stronger than my unending cravings for sex. So tell me, in actual psychological understandable phenomenom, how do you expect me to live without my special kryptonite?

I rose up gently and managed to disengage myself from the small gap between the chair I was sitting on and the table without raising any suspicion from the doctor nor Nike.

I then began to approach the door slowly but was caught offguard by the doctor's voice as I was about getting my hand on the knob.

"Mr Darous, the results of the boy's blood test just came in and...."

I turned around swiftly on hearing that and faced her squarely from the spot. "what do you mean by blood test? Thought you said he's doing fine?"

"I only said that to calm you down...."

"calm us down? Is something wrong with my brother too?" Nike snapped it up and the doctor started shaking her head. "what are you hiding from us?"

My parental instincts kicked in and I decided to abandon my suicide mission for now. I approach my earlier seat and quickly sat down.

"the two of you should please calm down and let me talk..."

"calm down? Does the situation seems like giving us any chance to do so?" Nike siezed her up again.

The doctor let her rant out her frustration without stopping her. I myself was full of apprehension but I manage to keep my vocal cords in check.

"are you ready to listen now?" Doctor Larah said as soon as Nike stopped talking. The latter only hissed and the former continued. "Good. Here in this hospital, we always do our best to make sure we lessen the pressure on our patients. Having said that, Mr Darous, that little boy has lost a lot of blood. The glass cup have cut deep into his spleen and hence the need for a blood test so we can be able to determine which blood to give him...."

"and so?" I voiced out my curiousity.

She released a disappointed sigh and continued. "unfortunately, his blood group doesn't correlate with any of the ones we have in our blood vault. To be specific, his blood group is 'O'- which is a very, I repeat a very rare type of blood group that can only be found in about one percent of a thousand people. Ofcouse, unless its being donated by a direct father or mother who share the same blood bracket, I repeat, its extremely hard to come by an outside donor who shares similar blood type." She ended with an exasperated sigh.

"so are you saying my brother will die?" Nike who has been apprehensively quiet all the while spoke out.

"yes, but its avoidable, if his parent can donate the blood asap..." The doctor replied with a subtle message underneath her voice. She must be wondering who the real parents of Chris are.

"Jesus!" Nike lamented. "My own blood is A, same as my sister..."

"what of you Mr Darous.?" Doctor Larah cuts in. "whats your blood group?"

The question caught me offguard. I was totally dumbstruck as I begin to swallow lump and lumps of saliva.

"erm...what do you say? Doc?" I stuttered out trying so hard to avoid Nike's gaze.

"she asked you of your blood type!" Nike stated loudly.

"I...I... I don't know." I replied.

"what! How can you say you don't know?" Nike rasped out.

"I..I did it once and..and have forgotten what the results are..." I lied again.

"what do we do now?. Nike queried me with trembling voice as I was lost in deep thought.

"there's no cause for alarm, we can have it done here and get the results withing two hours. We can only hope you share more than just your striking resemblance with the boy."

"I think you said its a very slim chance for an outsider to share the same blood with him." Nike stated.

"wait, are you saying Mr Darous is not related to that boy?" The doctor queried suprisingly.

"not by blood, technically..." Nike replied and the doctor appeared shocked. "Chris is my mother's last born. She died giving birth to him." Nike explained furtherly.

"oh my! Poor child. What of his father?" Doctor Larah asked with a growing interest in the issue.

Nike siezed me up with another look before she replied the Doctor. "unfortunately, we don't know who the father is...up till now..."

"eeyah! Thats too bad...well thats in the past...lets deal with this present situation first."

"how do we deal with it?" I asked after working saliva back to my drying throat.



The doctor stood up and so did Nike.

"first we need to start looking for a blood donor that has the same 'O' negative. It might took sometime but with hope and God, everything is possible." She picked a pen and jot something down. She then handed the paper to Nike. "those are the drugs you need to get for your sister...." She took another paper and began to write on it. After some seconds, she was through and she gave me the paper. "take this to the receptionist, she will know how to guide you around the blood donor announcement."

I held the paper with watery palms and began to read its contents while Nike and the doctor stood and watch me.

As I was reading, a brilliant idea crept into my mind. There's no need to look for a donor. I had lie to them earlier when I said I'd forgotten my blood group. The truth is, I was afraid it will create room for suspicion if I tell them my blood group is 'O' minus. Nike might start putting two and two together, and knowing how smart and devious she is, she will definitely figure it out. And thats the last thing I want them to know. I'll rather carry that secret to the suicide grave than let them have the chance of cursing me after my death.

The idea is simple and straight forward. Since I share the same blood with Chris, what I'll just do is, go home, get an expert make-up artist to help me disguise myself like an old man or someone else, come back later to this hospital and tell them I want to donate blood.

Wow! Thats a brilliant idea. I chuckled happily as I stared blankly at the paper in my hand.

I was about putting the paper in my pocket when Nike said,

"Darous, why don't you have a blood test right now and who knows, you might be the perfect donor we are looking for?" She stated in a standard manner.

Even in my shockened state, I manage to release a little scoff. "what do you mean? You heard the doctor when she said...."

"the chances are slim...yeah..." The doctor cuts in. "yeah, I said it. But its worth giving a try...right?, except unless you're scared of needles...." She flashed me a simple smile and rested her palms on the table.

"yes, please..." Nike pleaded intimidatingly.

"hmmmm..." I sighed out as the awful reality of whats about to happen dawned on me.

This Nike of a thing eh? She has always been a pain in the arse for me. Can't she just let me do this one rightful thing by myself? Ah!

Finally, my life is about to end for real! There's no way she won't figure things out once the blood test is out.

Is this where my secret will rip open? Chai!

Is this how Joke and Nike will find out that Chris is my child? Is this how they will both know that am the basta.rd they have been looking for all this while? I can't imagine what Joke would do to me once she finds out that am the bastar.d that robbed her mother off her life.

I casted a confused look at Nike and she still bears this look of 'I dare you to say no' on her face.

Obviously, there's no way she will let me off this hook easily. I began to scramble my brain for another lie to bail me out of this but couldn't find anything.

How do I avoid this? My initial plan of disguising myself is about to get ruined.

The only option left is to run away and kill myself but then, I'd be condeming my child to death. The poor boy will die of blood shortage and that will surely provoke God to deal with me mercilessly.

By running away, I'd be literally killing my child. And there's no way God will not vex for me and tell his angels to make sure I rot in the most V.I.P section of hell.

"what do you say Darous?" Nike's voice reminded me that the devil is waiting for my decision.


TBC.

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132. COUNTLESS.


The moment I was staring at the ugly scene before me in an unbelievable manner was surely one of the moments when not even the best dictionary in the world nor Professor can provide you with the right words to describe what you are feeling, seeing and thinking. Those kind of moments often makes the best dictionary look less important. They render the wisest professor dull; they render the strongest of men weak.

The sight of my wife's unconscious body lying on the floor(still claded in her wedding gown) and the blood covered body of my sleeping child was too enormous for me to bear. A deep sense of despair overwhelmed me and I began to cry out in agonizing pain.

"My life is ruined. Ah! Its over! All hope is lost!" Such are the words I keep repeating to myself as I crawled to the sofa-bed, where my child's blood covered body was lying. I examined him with trembling hands and tearful eyes as I checked for his pulse; and thankfully, he is still breathing although he appeared to be losing strenght with each painful breath he took in. I placed my left palm on the wide cut below his ribcage where the blood was oozing from in an attempt to stop the bleeding. My own stupìd idea of First Aid. Ofcos there wouldn't have been any need for first aid atall if I hadn't allow my strong infatuation of the opposite sex lead me to my present state.

I held his little hand in mine and began to pray fervently to one supreme being that-according to Joke- says exists beyond the clouds, with the vague hope that his answering machine should be faster and more efficient than that of the gawd of thunder.

"Daa...aady...." The little agonizing voice of my child came out and I was shocked to the bone marrow hearing him call me Daddy. Something I'd never hear him say to me.

"Chris...its okay..." I sobbed out with shaking voice. "Please forgive daddy...please...oh my Gawd! What have I done!! What have I done!!!"

I continue to cry out resonantly and it was the effect of my noise that awoken Nike, who was all the while, still basking in the euphoria of all the comfort, sleeping in a sofa could provide.

"whats that noise?" I hear Nike say before she rose up and began to walk towards where I was wailing uncontrollably on the floor.

"oh my GAWD!" She cried out after she saw the unconscious body of her sister lying on the floor and the blood covered body of Chris. "Darous! What happened!?" She snarled at me and seized me by the collar of my suit. She began to shake me vigorously for answers as I remained limp on the floor.

"did you just kill my sister and brother? Darous!! What happened to them? Why!!"

"call ambu...lance...am..bu..lance...Nike!..." I managed to voice out. I remove my phone from my brest pocket and stretch it towards her with trembling hands. "Nike, please, call ambulance or Lewis...call someone now...please..they are..still..breathing!"

Hearing that, she let go of me and snatch my phone from my hand. I'd already unlock the phone and after some hasty tappings on the phone's screen, I listen as she began to talk to someone whom I presume to be Lewis.

***

1hr, 20mins later.

Inside the waiting hall of the big and popular Easy Heart Hospital, was Nike, Lewis and I, as we impatiently wait for the re-emergence of Dr Sulaiman Omolola, or any of her nurses to come out and give us the update on the condition of my wife and son; as we haven't hear anything from neither the Doctor nor his nurses since over an hour ago.

Our curiousity was starting to drive us crazy.

Nike, still claded in her wedding outfit, had asked me of what really happened.

I was about to explain the whole situation to her when I started having second thoughts.

How do I tell someone thats just starting to like me again that her sister tumble down the stairs as a result of my inability to tell her the truth?.

How do I tell her that her sister was already packing out of my house after spending just two hours of our wedding night together?

How do I tell her it was the luggage she had in her hand while falling that nearly ripped open the intestines of my child- who also happens to be her own brother?

She will definitely hate me forever, hence, ensuring my existence was mirred in sorrow for the rest of my life.

There's no way am telling her the truth. Instead, I'll just tell her another lie, atleast to cool her down a bit before things gets back to normal.

Normal? Wait, did I just say normal? Lols. Its funny, how I still think things can still get back to Normal when nothing has ever been normal in my life before.

Apart from the disruption caused by Chioma, a normal wedding is suppose to end in honeymoon, but since mine wasn't anywhere near normal, it has ended in hospital-moon. Irony of my life.

Me and happiness have finally become distant colleagues. For sure, I'd do anything to be happy again. But there's no way to do that without first passing through the street of sorrow, route of loneliness and the dreadful estate of despair.

And the thought of passing through all that scared the hell outta me. For sure, its a risk worth taking, but the fact that its even a risk in the first place makes it less and less intimidating for me. Hence the reason why I keep on replacing the spare tire of lie with another spare tire of lie, when I should have gone for a brand new one and who knows, maybe the car of my life wouldn't have gone through all this troubles. Even the word 'trouble' now feels like an understatement when trying to describe everything have been through in my life.

So, I elusively told Nike that her sister was on her way downstairs to tell her(Nike) to go and sleep inside the room prepared for her when she accidentally fell down from the stairs and the glass of water she was still drinking had rolled off her grips and had punctured the stomach of Chris, who was sleeping very close to the base of the stairs.

Poor Nike, on hearing that, began to cry painfully and at the same time blaming herself for what happened to her sister and brother. If she hadn't been so consumed with grief and pain, she would have figured the loophole in my lie, since there was no broken glass on the floor that can corroborate my explanation atall.

Obviously, another spare tire of lie, when I should have taken the risk of getting a new one.

Lewis, although tired, began to console the wailing little sister. Telling her not to be too hard on herself.

Almost 3hours had passed before the young Doctor Lara and her surbordinates finally emerge from the long lobby that linked to the wards.

She was still dressed in her white lab coat, while the big lenses on her face and the stethoscope across her neck made her overall appearance more appealing. She stood a woman of unrivalled grace and beauty.

Instantly on spotting her, we all rose up fast and approach her as she was giving a female nurse a pink polythene nylon.
She saw us coming and hurriedly gave the nurse a final talk and discharge her the other way.

"Doctor, how's my sister and brother?..." Nike countered with worried and depressed tone.

The doctor was still trying to say something before I quickly added,
"doctor please tell us they are fine..please...."

"calm down please, we are doing our bests..." She blabbed out.

"thats the same thing they said to me hours to my mother's death...how can I be hearing this again... God please, save them for me...." Nike wailed out. Lewis again, was already pacifying her.

Doctor Lara, behind her lenses took a pitiful look at the poor girl. She shook her head and glance at our respective eager faces before she spoke.

"Mr Darous, I need to see you in my office right away..."

"has something happened?" I queried with anxiousness.

"no...not yet rather. Which is why I need to see you..."

"only him? No...no...you must see us together Doctor..." Nike protested.

"okay...but only the two of you..." She said and began to walk away.

I quickly told Lewis to wait for us inside the now-getting deserted hall before I hurriedly joined Nike and the Doctor.

***

"have your seats please..." Doctor Lara told us as soon as we enterred her fully equipped office.

"am not sitting down until you tell me whats going on..." I declared. She casted me a raised eyebrow and sat herself down on the opposite chair.

"please Doctor, tell us whatever it is, atleast no bad news can be more shocking than hearing that your mother has died during delievery and only one of the twins had survived." Nike stole a quick look at me as she said that and focus back on the Doctor's expressionless face.

"ok, I'll be as blunt as you want. But Mr Darous, please have your seat." I obliged and she continued. "Your wife is out of life danger, and we are already working on your child. But first I must reconfirm your story. You said your wife fell from the stairs right?" She asked me.

"yes..." I answered.

"ok. And it was the glass cup of water in her hand that dropped on your sleeping child, hence creating a deep cut below his ribcage?"

"yes Doc...whats your point.?" I queried curiously.

"calm down sir. Am just trying to correlate your story with our efforts so far."

"okay...go on..."

"your stair case, is it spiral or a straight one?" She asked again.

"erm...spiral..."

"and does it have a soft floor or maybe something like rug on it?"

"yes, a wool rug is on it. I bought it last year myself..." I claimed.

"oh...now I understand." She sighed out and straightened her neck.

"doctor, what is it? Tell us..." Nike stated impatiently.

"calm down..." Doctor Lara said to her before facing me. " The rug on your stair have solved the mysery behind why there was no bruise whatsoever on your wife. Although we can't determine as of now whether there are internal bruises. I must tell you, that can be very fatal. But we will do our best.

Secondly, Mr Darous, due to the impact of the fall, your wife has suffered multiple fractures in her joint regions, and also a broken wrist on her left hand."

Gawd! Why this?

TBC

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I turned around in an attempt to avoid the smirk and arrogant look on Jide's face and I was shocked to the bone when I saw Joke standing inches away from me. She had an indifferent look on her face that was a striking contrast to the happy one she had on before I left her alone with the photographer.

It was already dark, save for the big hallogen lights that illuminated the whole compound.

I rose up and held her by the shoulder and said, "whats wrong?"

"nothing..." She replied sharply. "am just tired...can we go home now?"

"sure...let me call Lewis to bring the car around.." I quickly called Lewis to bring the car to where we were and withing five minutes, the Rolce Royce pulled over in front of her. We waited for Nike and Chris to join us before we departed the premises to my house. We would have headed straight for Paris, where we'd initially planned to spend our honeymoon but we couldn't as the day have been far spent and most importantly, we were both tired.

***

We got home at exactly 9:15pm. Lewis after bidding us goodnight, got inside his own car (which he had parked in my compound before we left in the morning) and zoomed off.

The whole manshion was now occupied by Me, My wife, Her sister and my Child.

We all whyned and dined together for several minutes before Joke excused herself from our midst and headed upstairs where our matrimonial room was located.

Chris has already slept off on the sofa-bed adjacent the spiral staircase. Nike was in good spirit as she seems to never stop talking to me. I was indeed a happy man.

"is it proper to still be calling you Darous?" Nike asked. She was sitting at my opposite on the dinning chair.

"ofcos, married or single, I'll always be Darous to myself and everyone..."

"am just saying now that you are married, maybe you should change it...."

"ah! Why would I do that? Bearing Darous has gotten me this far in my life and why would I want to change it now? Moreover, did Messi change his name after he won the first ballon'dor?"

"I don't know...am not a football fan...I love wrestling though..." She stated with a placcid smile.

"okay, did John Cena or Roman Reign change their names after they won the world champion?"

"nope....."

"so if all the above mentioned mortals didn't change their names, why would a son of the might immortal thunder change his?"

She reclined on the chair and released a breath. "I just want to tell you that am sorry for ever acting like a b!tch to you...am sorry...you're a nice man, you don't deserve my anger...you're perfect for my sister...." She stated ebulliently.

"its okay...thats bygones now..."

"yes, bygones, including the sex we had that time, that should be a bygone too...including all your past girl..."

"Darous!" Joke's shouting of my name echoed from upstairs.

"your wife is waiting for you... I guess thats my goodnight call..." With that, I rose up and dashed upstairs before Joke could call my name again.

I opened the door to my room and was flabbergasted to see Joke's red and watery eyes. She was holding a picture in her hand and I began to take slow steps towards her.
She threw the pics at my feet and I was dumbfounded at what I saw.

There lies beneath my feet, the same pictures Chioma had taken after she had killed Adedoyin and had drugged me. The picture was showing the blurred image of me while my hands were placed on Adedoyin's neck.

"what's this?" I asked as I picked the picture from the floor. She was still whimpering and managed to say,

"just turn it around..."

I did and for the upteenth time, I was distraught at what was written therein.

'YOU MAY HAVE WON THE BATTLE, BUT YOU WILL LOSE THE WAR ONCE YOU FAIL TO EXPLAIN THIS TO YOUR DARLING WIFE!- Chy.

My throat was instantly dry. I began to shake visibly. My hands began to tremble.

"Darous, whats going on? Why do I have that picture in my bag?" My wife cried queringly with a determined voice.

"erm...sweetheart, I can explain..." I fumbled out.

"yes am listening. Tell me or else am out of here....and just do me one favour, don't you dare lie to my face again." She declared and folded her arms across her chest.

She waited for several minutes to hear me say something and once she detected that I wasn't ready to say anything, She grabbed her luggage and walked past me.

I ran after her as she got to the stairs and tried to hold her, but in her attempt to disengage from me, she lost balance and I watched in shock as the joy of my life began to tumble down the steps.

I descended after her and when I got down, the horror awaiting me was too disheartening.

My wife's unconscious body was lying on the marbled floor while her luggage had landed on the stomach of my three years old Chris.


Someone once told me that this life can be fun at times and can be sour at the next hour. But most of the time, its just the combination of both. Apparently, I've felt the sting of both in the space of 24hours.

And that begs for this question,

Can I ever be happy?


TBC

Suprisingly, only few people have left. It was almost 3hours since our absence and it seemed as if we haven't left atall.

The Dj and the upcoming artists had done their bests to make sure things doesn't get bored for the loyal people that have waited behind.

But maybe their loyalty was for the variety of foods on display or for the couple remained yet to be ascertained.

Ofcos you can't be starring at Macaroni and Cheese, cheese fried, chicken sandwish, bean and plantain pottage, peppersoup, efo riro, deep fried battered yams, cheese burger, buffallo burger, chimichanga, mashed potatoes, gumbo, jollof rice, spaghetti sauce, spaghetti monzarella, spaghetti squash, broccoli cheese sause and all sorts of assorted drinks and still have the guts to leave.

The moment we entered the reception hall, we were met with hootings and excitement shouts.

Chris, on spotting Joke and I, fled towards us and I quickly carried him and played with him briefly before Nike took custody of him.

***

2HRS LATER.

The ceremony inside the hall had just ended and it was time to take pictures.

Snappily, I'd completed my own part of the photo schedule and I was sitting down not too far from where Joke and her bridal aeroplane or train, or bridal maids or househelps, (seriously, I don't know what they call them ) were taking their own group pictures.

"guy, that your plan na one brilliant plan o." Came Jide's voice from behind me. I turned and smiled as he settled down on the chair opposite me.

"I told you to trust me..."

"what if I tell you that I nearly fell for your game nko?"

"really?"

"yes na? But then I remember that na Lantoro hospital we carry her go on that day no be, No money no treatment hospital...but tell me, which lady are you really talking about?"

I smiled devilishly and glanced around to make sure no one can hear us before I began to explain to Jide of how I was coming back from work one fateful evening when I saw a young lady lying in the middle of the road in a pool of her own blood. My human feelings got the better of me as I rushed down after parking my car and dashed towards her. I carried her inside my car and began to drive to the nearest hospital. I'd drove for just five minutes when I saw a sign board with 'No Money No Treatment hospital' engraved on it. The lady had began to cough out blood and there was no time to start questioning the mental sense behind that awkward hospital name. So I drove her in and began to call for help. The nurses came out and helped me take the lady to the emergency unit. Dr Busari appeared moments later and told me that I must pay some money as deposit before they can even start anything on the dying patient. Again, no time to question the sanity behind that demand and I quickly paid the said amount.

Later, around midnight, the lady had gained consciousness and I was allowed to speak with her. It was during our conversation that she told me her name is Florence. She hailed from Oyo state. (my home town.) She claimed a car had hit her as she was crossing the road in deep thoughts. I asked her the reason why she was crossing the road in deep thoughts and she began to weep. But after a lot of soothing words from me, she opened up and told me that she works as a househelp for one senator and his wife. She said, most times, the wife of the senator is not always around. She travels alot. She said during the absence of his wife, the senator will force himself on her and molest her. At that moment, I asked of her age and she said twenty four. I nodded my head pitifully and asked her to continue. She said, she was getting fed up by that cruel act and she had ran away on the night she was been hit by a car when her boss was having his shower.

"the trauma was so much for her to take in and she began to act insanely and she lost some part of her memory. So, technically, there's no way to contact her family. I've filed a missing report several times, make television announcements but its as if she'd dropped from the sky. So, since then, I've been the one taking care of her medical bills.

"hmmm...thats deep. What of the senator, what did you do to him?" Jide asked.

"did to him? Nothing... I don't even know him. Florence didn't get the chance to tell me his name or address before she lost her memory... Even if she does, I can only hope thunder should locate him fast before he ruined another person's life."

"thats brilliant of you..." Jide remarked.

"which one?" I asked.

"for you to have swapped Chioma for Florence....and make the Doctor attest to it without giving anyone a single room to detect a foul play? Come on, you deserve some accolades." He remarked.

"come on...you dey make my head swell o..."

"why won't it swell? You took after me na...infact, I taught you well.."

"na thunder go fire your last girlfriend...taught who?"

"ah...you see, I know how to make your head swell and how to make it empty at the same time..." He laughed out loud.

"Fool!" I lamented playfully.

"pleaase calm down everyone..." Declared Lewis. "it makes sense now...am a neurosurgeon myself and I know my patients when I see them..." He rose up and pointed at Chioma. "with everything you've caused today, you're certainly a mentally derained patient..."

"am not crazy! Can someone listen to me?" Chioma cried out in her desperate attempt to wriggle herself out of my trap. I smiled at myself as I'd sucessfully made her look like a lunatic in front of everyone.

Who says you can only kill two birds with one stone? To hell with that. I just killed a flock of bird with one perfect sling shot!

"come on lady,.." Efe chipped in. "you have all the natural qualities of a mad woman and you're still denying your heavenly talent?"

Chioma gasped out shockingly.

"only a mad woman can have the neuro transmitter to break the transmission of a wedding transmission." Nike added.

Chioma fummed angrily and wanted to rush at Nike but Collins quickly stepped in.

"hey! Lets control ourselves please." The pastor halted the growing exchange of insults at the bewildered Chioma. "No need to engage in vulgar words... Gentlemen and ladies, Have your seats." Lewis and Chioma sat down reluctantly while the rests complied. "with this revelation by that phone call, me and my colleagues have arrived at a conclusion..." He paused to study our attention. Seeing that our attention was attentive and undivided, he proceeded. "this wedding will proceed as planned and nothing, I mean nothing, not even the gates of Jericho can hinder it from proceeding..." Everyone shouted their delights at the declaration and Joke couldn't hide her excitements as well. She rushed at me and began to kiss me. She then re-packed her gown and to Chioma's disgust, sat down happily on my laps and rested her back on my chest.

The pastor, satisfied with the silence then continued. "this is the reason why some people will lack the presence of a helper through out their lives... Last time I checked, when someone helps you, you become appreciative and not manipulative..." He shifted his focus at Chioma and continued. "lady, I don't know what you're suffering from, but one thing I know is you need help, and an urgent one for that matter.... Mr Emmanuel acted kindly towards you and you choosed the wrong and the most cruel way to repay him..." Chioma wanted to object but the cold stare and angry murmur she got from everyone made her to have a rethink. "there's no point in fighting it, your plan have been faltered by the humanitarian deeds of this humble man here and doing that alone is enough for him to make heaven..but unfortunately, I can't say the same of you..." He released a breath as Chioma bowed down her head in shame.

"brethrens in the lord," Another pastor took charge. "what do you propose we do to this woman?" He said pointing at Chioma.
He had barely finished when Nike said,

"lets hand her over to SARs...let them beat sense back to her brain!"

"yes! I concur!" Jide backed her.

"na so!" Efe supported.

"okay, atleast that way, they can hand her to her parents for immediate medical care. " Lewis concluded.

"is that okay by you?" The pastor asked me. Joke turned her neck towards me and stared longingly into my eyes. She then mouthed a 'NO' to me as I was about to say a 'YES'.

"Yes, erm...NO! No! Lets not do that guys..." I stuttered out to their utter suprise. Even Chioma was suprised as well.

"what?" my friends chorused in unison.

"you know, today is not just only my wedding day, its also my birthday...so as a sign of good will, am granting this girl, ( I called her that, because I don't want them to know that I know her name.) am granting this girl amnesty...and after the wedding, I will personally pay for her medical bills at a well equipped hospital. Ofcourse, not without her family's consent..."

"hope she won't come back later to say she's your mother?" Nike stated with a mocking tone.

"Gawd forbids, no one can take my son from me!" My mother added and everyone busted into laughter.

"I know its a risk, but like you heard the Doctor said, Helping people is like reaching an orgasm for me..."

"not now that you have me..." Joke squeezed in.

"yes, she's right...." Efe added. "you are married now, so helping people shouldn't be your only route to orgasm anymore..."

"you're so damn right...perhaps, like the pastor said, hopefully, it will be my route to making heaven then...." That statement was quickly followed by cheers and jeers.

"okay...so where should we take her for the meantime?" Aunt Comfort asked me.

"The amnesty starts now...let her stay for the party and make sure she enjoys it...but if, I repeat, if she misbehave in the slightest way.... according to science, the fastest way to hear a woman's real voice is when she's being chased by a dog, if she misbehaves, let the dogs escort her out..." I concluded and the pastors prayed for everyone before we were allowed to join the awaiting guests at the reception hall. It was quarter past 5pm.

If I can escape all the vengeance traps of Beatrice and Jide, then nothing can stop me from having this happiness I've been craving for. Not even her psychopatic mind can.

I brought out my phone and unlocked it. "everyone, please, I apologise for my part in the earlier commotion....but I tell you, its for the better..."

"for the better? Are you kidding me? You just confirmed that you knew this woman and you said its for the better? Which kine better is that? Eh? I swear, he no go better for that better!" I was expecting someone to say all that to me after I'd paused, but such never came. Instead, all I got was a gasp from Nike. So I continued.

"first of all, before everything can get better, I need to make a call...trust me people, only that call can shed light to this situation..." The pastor gave me his consent and I placed the call to someone I hoped will not do more harm than good.

Thankfully, the call was answered after the second ring and I placed it on loudspeaker. Everyone was now attentive. Chioma had this confused look on her face that got me happy a bit. She's just exactly where I want her to be. This must be a good plan afterall.

"hello..." Came the soft reply of a woman from the other end.

"Good afternoon, please is that Dr Mrs Busari of No Money, No Treatment Hospital?"

"yes, who wants to know?"

"erm, ma, this is Mr Darous...am the one that brought a female patient to your hospital some times ago..."

"hmm..." She sounds to be trying to recall her memory of me. It took her a short moment to process it, and once she did, she did what I'd expected of her. She screamed out her suprise. "MR Darous! Oh my Gawd! Is this really you?"

"yes ma...actually, I wanted you to...."

"oh my!" She interrupted, "the same Mr Darous that used to say erm..erm... helping people is like reaching an orgasm for him?"

"yes maam....help someone....."

"help someone today and increase your sexual life!" She completed and bursted into laughter. The whole room were just watching the short drama being displayed by us with increasing confusing state of mind.

"so, what can I do for you?" She asked after the laughter had died down.

"maam please, you do remember the patient I brought to your hospital some months ago?"

"the lady you said a runaway driver accidentally knocked to the ground when she was crossing the road absentmindedly?"

"yes maam?" I confirmed.

"okay, what about her?"

"its nothing serious ma...but ma, can you kindly tell me again, what you said her situation was back then?"

She paused a bit and cleared her throat. "okay...after we admitted her and had given her the treatments you paid for, we did some tests on her and discovered that she had lost some part of her memory as a result of the accident....but after some weeks, she started showing some signs of a mentally derained and we informed you."

"yah, yah, you told me that she needed to be taken to the psychriatic ward before her situation got worse..."

"and you consented to it...infact you have been paying for all the expenses, ranging from cloths to the drugs and all sorts..."

"thank you ma...one more thing..."

"whats that?"

"please ma, did any of her family member every showed up during that period? Or up till this moment?" I asked again.

"no...no...not atall...you're the only one that had stood by her during that time sir...and for that, Gawd's mercy will never abscond from your life..."

"amen ma...thank you..."

"you welcome sir...once again, thank you for the care on Floren..."

"oh! never mention maam.." I quickly cut in before she damage my plan.

"and again sir, thank you for the labouratory donation o...we are very grateful...thank you..." She stated appreciatively and I replied her before ending the call.

I returned the phone to my pocket and restraightened my gaze to the awaiting stares of everyone.

"the woman you just heard her voice is the Doctor that treated a certain lady I'd found in the pool of her own blood some months ago...like you hear her say, it was me that took care of all the medical bills and none of her family members even showed up at...."

"beg your pardon Mr Emmanuel..." The pastor interrupted. "sorry for interrupting you, but for the sake of clarity, how does that call rectify the mysery in this situation? Am sure everyone would love to hear that side before your benovelent deeds..."

"yes, tell us how that call will help us to the reception..." Joke chipped in and everyone murmured affirmatively.

"that lady the Doctor was talking about, is the same woman sitting beside you sir..." I pointed at Chioma and she seemed startled by my outburst.

"me?" Chioma queried suprisedly.

"yes you!" I reiterated furtherly. "I helped you, and is this how you pay me back?"

"wait...what!" Chioma said again and rose up. "I don't know what you're talking about...Darous, is this your feeble prank to get rid of me?" She scoffed and glanced around at everyone. She became uneasy when she saw the look on their faces.

131. COUNTLESS.


It took both the expertise of Aunty Comfort, as a retired nurse and the experience of an elderly person like my mum, her younger sister, the pastors and other elderly people in the room to finally revive the fainted bride.

Her wedding gown was loosed partially around her neck to make way for the air being discharged by the giant Ox fan to reach her lungs.

There's no need trying to describe to you the present situation in the room. But all I can say is everyone was worried, firstly for Joke's state and secondly for my earlier declaration.

My mum, after Joke had gained admission back into consciousness, had spoken to me quietly like a concerned mother should and I'd assured her that everything is fine.

Then, Nike left the midst of the people that were comforting her crying sister and made a wild rush at the unconcerned-sitting Chioma and pounced on her before she began to rain all sort of slaps on her.
"see what you've caused you b!tch!..." Those were her utterances as she continued to beat the screaming Chioma.

She would have torn Chioma to shreds if not for the quick intervention of my friends.

Somehow, to everybody's wonderment, I appeared calmly unperturbed. Even me myself couldn't explain my sudden calmness. Well, maybe its simply because have seen more worse in my life. Poor me!

Instead of getting worried, I was having other irrational thoughts.

Seeing how my wife had so easily fainted after my earlier statement made me to momentarily wonder how some people always find it easy to faint and some find it hard.
If anyone should have a reason to faint on that day, it should be no one else than me.

The moment Chioma appeared to disrupt our wedding is all the emotional breakdown required of me to faint but somehow, I still stood strongly on my feet. Well, maybe fainting is not just capable enough to bring me down. Fainting is not just meant for me.

Remember some times back when I was being chased by those three guys that had earlier beaten Jide to faintness, I remember trying all the fainting formula, but none of it worked.

Seeing Joke faint so easily made me to conclude that maybe something is wrong with my fainting trigger. Or so, I thought.

Just then, I felt a tap on my shoulder that snapped me out of my thoughts.

"what are you doing? Are you crazy? I told you to deny ever knowing her, why didn't you stick to that?"

I took a moment to study the now-getting better bride, as she was being helped to the cushion by the people around her before I turned to face Jide and we began to talk in whispers.

"calm down...I know what am doing..." I stated with a confident tone. Jide with a squinted look at my face, shook his head unbelievably and said,

"does what you are doing includes making your wife faint on her wedding day? Eh? Tell me thats also part of your mighty plan...."

"its not part of it, but its necessary..."

"are you crazy? You saying its necessary your wife faints today?...chai!"

"calm down guy, don't make it sound as if fainting is such a bad thing. Atleast you've once tasted it yourself and we both know its one of the easiest short cuts out of embarrasment...You should be grateful you know how to faint, I'll do anything for that. I've got everything under control!" I assured in a calm manner and returned my attention towards Joke, who was now back to her old self.

"you see that little vein on your forehead?" Jide said to me again and I made a side glance at him, "its funny how I use to think it made you look more handsome...but after what you just caused, now I realise that vein symbolises all the blood leaving your brain. Idiot..." He hissed and made for his seat.

"Mr, Emmanuel, please have your seat." It was after what the pastor said that I realised I'd been standing all this while.

I heaved a sigh and motioned towards my seat, loosened the straps of my bow tie a bit and settled down.

"Glory be to Gawd, your wife is now okay..." The other pastors beside him chorused halleluia in unison and he continued."now, we would love if you can tell this congregation by how and what you meant by knowing this woman sitting beside me here...thats if its okay by your wife..." He shifted his gaze towards my Wife, who was sitting in between my mum and Aunt Comfort. She managed to give him a weakly affirmative nod and he beckoned to me to proceed.

All eyes were now on me. I took my time to study the meanings in each stares am getting from all of them starting from Lewis (who was sitting next to me by the right) round back to Nike (who was by the keft).

Chioma has this arrogant look on her face that instantly provoked the angerness in me. She must be feeling proud of herself right now. She had successfully apprehended the mightily handsome Darous. She can now be his wife, or atleast have an elephant share from his wealth, obviously she's feeling like a kid that just got his first Viju milk.

But little did she know that, this Darous can't be brought down easily like that.

manuelFORBES:
Gbe fun, Tbm. U be bado.
I no lyk wetin most of us dey do 4 here. We go read the guy story, enjoy am wella, but when its time to reward d guy with our comments, likes and other things, we go vanish like spray.

Nomination 4 best writer of each months dey go on right now, i enter the thread, and to my suprise, none of us here voted 4 Theblessedman atall. Its not fair na? Atleast, lets encourage and motivate this wonderful dude. He's a genius. The man is blessed. Pls, let us do the needful. Vote 4 Theblessedman.

hmm...this is literally, the first time i'd be lost on what comment to give to a comment.

Then why is she now defending me at the worstiest situation of my life?.

That was the question I couldn't stop asking myself repeatedly and before I knew it, I'd subconsciously placed a gentle tap on her shoulder. I then whispered into her ear,
"Nike, what are you doing?"

Without turning to look at me or stopping in her tracks, she replied, "isn't it obvious?"

"whats obvious?" I queried back in the same audible whisper.

"that am covering your exposed arse as usual?"

"I know.....but why are you really doing this?"

"is it that too hard to figure out? My sister is involve and doing nothing is not an option...its a must!"

I would have asked her another question, but it was at that moment that we arrived inside the office and we all settled down on the available seats.

Chioma was sitting opposite me and beside the pastors, while Nike, Joke and the other women were all sitting on the same flank.

"I welcome you all to this office in the name of the almighty." The eldest reverend started after we'd all settle down. "the reason for this meeting, without mincing words is to get to the root of this confusion and eradicate it once and for all. And in order to do that, we must first hear from the horses mouth...and when I say the horses, am not saying it in the literary mind of it, am rather refferring to, this woman by my side, the bride's sister and the groom himself, who haven't said anything either to tackle or support the accusations pointed against him...now, " He turned to Chioma, "you will first have your say. And please desist from using unholy words, or we might be forced to cancel this meeting and hand everything over to the court to decide...is that clear?" He questioned emphatically.

"yes sir..." Chioma replied and cleared her throat before she continued. "first, I will like to greet every...."

"cut the crap...just go straight to your point..." Joke slammed at her and everyone supported her.

While sitting down there in the midst of family, friends and foes, I had the rare luxury of time to get into deep thinking of how am going to extricate myself from this mess. My brain was working faster than the 4glite of most network simcards. But just before Chioma could recompose herself, I was able to come up with something.

"well, here we go then..." Chioma began. "Let me first tell you that, I don't know anything about what this girl said atall. Dating my boyfriend in secondary school and bla bla bla, I repeat I don't know anything about that atall.
I don't know her and I've never seen her in my life ever before today...please have that in mind.

Secondly, am here to claim what is truly mine from Darous..."

"and what will you want from my son?" My mother queried with an angry voice.

"they are plenty o mama...firstly, It was I that helped your son to get his wealth and I want my share from his it. Secondly my rightful position as his wife..."

"you keep on talking as if Darous even know's who you are!" Nike chipped in loudly.

Chioma released a scoff and looked straight at me. I readjusted my posture as every expectant gaze in the room settled on me.

"Darous, say something, say you don't know me..." Chioma voiced out intimidatingly.

The growing apprehension in the room escalated quickly as cold sweats could be seen gathering on my forehead. Jide tapped me gently and whispered something into my ear. "you have to deny her!" He said.

He had barely finished when Joke rosed up and looked at me, "Dear, please say you don't know this woman! People are waiting for us at the reception...its my wedding day for Gawd's sake!" She lamented sadly with a quivering tone and Aunty Comfort pacified her to calm down.

I looked at Chioma and she gave me this hard look that says, ' I dare you to deny me.'

"Mr Emmanuel, will you please say something? Do you know this woman? Yes or No...its as simple as that." Another pastor had said but still, I was still fumbling for what to say.

"what are we even saying?" Jide had come to the rescue. "Can't we all see that my friend doesn't know this incarnate of the devil atall"

"then let your friend speak for himself!" Chioma fired back.

"I already told you people, this girl is my former classmate and I..." Nike was still saying when Aunty Comfort curts in.

"Nike! Nike!! One more word from you and I swear you will spend the next seven days nursing a broken jaw." She declared firmly and Nike kept quiet.

There was silence for a while before another pastor spoke up.

"Mr Emmanuel, its either you say something now or we will be forced to annull this marriage."

Everybody gasped at that declaration and they all returned their glares to my face as they eagerly wait for me to say something.

Just then, with a crooked grin, and to the detriment of everyone's expectations, I rose up, cleared my throat, bowed down my head in a curtesy gesture and said,

"Listen everyone...this girl (Chioma) is right...I know her very well!"

"WHAT!!" Chorused everyone just before Joke fainted.


T.B.C

130. COUNTLESS.


Supisingly, after Nike had accused Chioma of disrupting our wedding due to something she allegedly claimed happened between them when they were still at secondary school, the latter was silent for some minutes, obviously stunned beyond words.

Even if you were present at the wedding, you wouldn't have any choice than to believe what Nike had said. She is truly a convincing liar.

She succeeded in making everyone believe that, Chioma is truly a psycopathic b!tch, whose words or actions should never be taken seriously.

Then suddenly, as she appeared to have been defeated, Chioma busted into laughter and clapped her palms together with a mocking demeanor.

"don't listen to what this girl is saying!!" Chioma lamented. She then motioned to Nike and pointed straight at her face. But one of the latter's relatives was on quick standby to stop them from engaging in a fight. "apart from the fact that I don't know you, How can we even be in the same class? You don't strike me as someone old enough to be my age mate!"

"do you know my age?" Nike fired back at her. She reiterated furtherly, "no, tell me, Se o mo age mi ni? Soro now?(do you know my age? Talk now)Eh?" The moment she said that popular slang, almost everyone standing by literally joined her in saying it and Chioma was just fumbling around for what next to do as they keep on chanting that slang loudly.

The two applications from the devil's play store were now shouting at eachother. It now became a battle of who knows who among them. Chioma claimed she doesn't know Nike atall. Nike on the other hand was claiming the contrary.
But the only good that has come out of this issue so far is that, Nike had succesfully diverted attentions from me.

As the arguement continued sporadically, I had the opportunity to access the situation very well on my own. What Chioma had probably planned was to barge into the wedding, and cause commotion, and make some accussations against me and maybe garner the sympathy of many guests and the wedding would be cut off, but here she was, standing clueless and facing a battle of the survival of the bitchest against one of her very own siblings from the devil's kingdom.

I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder that was quickly followed by a whisper. "is that not the girl that we treat her fork up at your house?"

"yes o... Jide, thats the same girl o." I replied without turning around as my gaze was still fixated on the scene before me.

"wait, thought you said she don get amnesia..."

"na so I see am o,"

"wetin we go do now? Eh? Before she spoil things for us..."

"no, don't do anything...I think its being handled..." I replied confidently.

"handled?"

"yes....just do nothing ok. And pretend to never know her. Just watch my wife for me."

Jide, shrugged and left to join the rest of my friends.

The son of thunder was just standing and watching with a petrified state of mind.

Jide and the bridal maids have taken custody of Joke and they were sincerely doing their individual bests to make sure she doesn't google the nearest ocean and start heading towards it.

Things were gradually getting out of hands. Most of the important guests have already left the auditorium to their cars while the few ones left inside were stuck with the craving intention to see how this latest twist in our wedding ceremony unfolds.

But to lessen the growing turmoil, the presiding pastor, grabbed the loudest microphone and said, "listen everybody," There was silence everywhere, even the b!tches complied. "what's going on right now is not something that has never happen before, infact, its not something not to be expected in this kind of wedding that consists of mostly the creams of our society and nation at large.... But ironically, the good part is, the couple have already been joined together before this disruption began and that still stands legitimately. But apparently, it will be like leaving a fire on the roof and going to sleep if we leave the confusion caused by this lady," He pointed at Chioma, "to go un-attended to... So what will happen now is, for those of you that can wait, please march down to the reception hall and wait for the couple there. The caterers will make sure your stomach doesn't give hunger the chance to bite off your intestines while waiting..." He ended hyperbolically and the congeregation started dispersing one by two and etcetera.

So it was on that instance that, Chioma, Joke, Nike, Aunt Comfort and two other relatives, plus my Mum, her younger sister, Jide, Collins, Efe, Lewis and I were all guided to a big and spacious office adjacent the technical room of the auditorium.

On the way, I was walking close to Nike, -who was now my saviour. The reason why she was doing this was best known to her. I could remember how she has been tormenting my life right from the day she arrived back in the country, telling me subtly in everything she does that I can't have her sister. Yes, I remember all of her stunts very well.

Lankyannie:
Woow! After A Whole Day Of Marathon Sex Sorry Race, I Finally Caught Up With You Guys. Well Seems No Descendant Of Shango Missed Me Here, I Wil Still Welcome My Humble Self Back To NL And This Thread. Cant Imagine How Much I've Missed So Far. Son Of Thunder, Thank You For Not Abandoning This Story Like A Lazy Nigerian Yoot And May Your Assurance Be In Form Of A Customised Pusea. Happy Belated Birthday TBM, So Sorry For Your Loss. I Pray For All You Ever Wished For Be Granted Onto You. Keep Living And Never Stop Being You!

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Damibiz:
Those wedding vows kill me especially that of Theblessedman

lolz

ghettochild4u:
Nike the saviour comes to darous' rescue
So let's find out the relationship btw nike n chioma...
Or Nike had always known darous past will catch up with him n cos she didn't want to ruin her sister's happiness, she prepared for any intruder that comes around....
Darous... son of Thunder...
We are waiting

wow! See the great guesser! Lngtym bro

hephzibah29:
Whaoooo,,,
Mhen this story na dope...
Nobody can ever..i mean ever predicted what ll happen next...
TBM, you are just too good...
It worth the wait...
If you knw when I don save this page Tab on my phone, always reloading everyday...
God bless you and keep d good work

amen o! Its very great to receive prayer comments in d morning b4 setting out. Thanx and u too

kayusdguy:

Bros, you deserve more than accolades. Kudos to you, i didn't think of that chioma girl regaining her memories but abeg you know say we really need updates.

wil do my best o

ROYH:
Tuafikwa no be God Forbid?
Abeg, you no miss person oh, if you do, man go know waytin they sub LAH....
Na Tgold1 I know say him be capon for hia.....
Maa no lie, nigga Don miss Emmanuel too oh...
You they that green house? The WhortPause Level?

MrLemuel nko?
Hope the NIGAA Never snich

Tgold1 don comot 4 diz branch of nairaland na... He don tey wey i see Mrlemuel brake light...

chisiudeh:
Oga Darous I hope this story will end well for everyone. I'm beginning to fear sef to read the story for the first time. I know he has learnt his lessons before now.

But Kip it up.

thanx bro. But thou sha na fear o...

ROYH:
It been a long time Theblessedman....
I'm passing by and saw You Peeping at your thread, naso I reasoned am say make I tuale oga boss oh

this man eh! How va na? He don tey o...u be boss man. I swear, tuafikwa, ah don miss u...

kennybelle:
hmmmn.. trouble loading! I'm sure Nike isn't defending him for nothing, she also has something up her sleeves. Thanks for the update, welcome back

u're right. The devil always has a motive behind every hand of gud gesture he offers.

samb4luv:
This is what we call the battle line is drawn, I cant wait to see what happens next.

Nike vs Chioma, who wins?

I also cant believe Nike will be saving your ass the son of thunder. I guess your gods are at work.

lolz...even the devil can portray the unexpected kindness u neva thought of.