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2. THE DOG ATTENDANT. (T. D. A)


The sound of the gunshot was so vibrating to the extent that it shook the ground I was standing on. It further extended its unpleasant effect on every fiber of the frame of the door I was about to open.


The first thing that came into my mind after the sound of the gunshot was to go back to check what or where or whom the bullet had hit but I knew it will be a very stupid thing to do if I decided to check on the above three W's that I mentioned.
Hence I quickly opened the door and dashed outside into the compound.

Everything inside the compound was exactly as pre-described by the unidentified man.


During my stay inside the prison, I never set my foot on this part of the place. Even during our daily laborsome works, the warders never brought us to this place.

My eyes were very sharp to locate the big rubber tank beside the tree and I was very swift in using it as a ladder to scale the tall fence.


The moon was half full in the sky and it appeared to be doing all its possible best to gain promotion from the angels in charge of the Planetary works of Gawd seeing as it was very effective in its duty at that time of the night, and all thanks to it, I was able to land on the other side of the fence with no injury sustained.

The other side was mainly covered in thick bushes and some well arranged mahogany trees.

My new surroundings sent my mind into a confused state. I didn’t know which way to go as everywhere was covered in bushes of my height and even more.

Unfortunately, I had little time to dwell on that confused mode as I begin to scamper around for which directions to take when some angry voices from where I’d just escaped from began to fill the air.

Electoral tension filled my candidative mind as the noises begin to get nearer and louder to my position.

The fear of what would happen to me if I was caught terrified me immensely. The fear of not getting a chance at my vengeance mission terrified me to my bone marrow.

My rumpled green prison cloth was covered in sweats as the tension increased. I could even hear my own heartbeat with little or no straining of the ear.

This went on for some moments before something unexpected happened.


“It might seem crazy what I’m ‘bout to say.” The sound of that ‘HAPPY' music by Pharrell Williams suddenly blurted out of no where and it nearly sent my already apprehensive mind into a coma of tension.

“what’s that tank doing there?” That statement came from inside the compound and I realized its only a matter of seconds before they discover me in the open.

Quickly, I got over the shock and started looking for the source of the sound or I risk it attracting the attention of those that are looking for me directly to my location.

I calmed my mind and settled my eyes on the tiny spaces between the bushes.

Fortunately, I saw a blinking red light from the bushes and started heading towards it as careful and silently as I could. The music was coming from a phone speaker and it wasn’t more than five foots away.

How the phone got there remained a mystery at that moment but survival first before anything else.

The thorn stems that dominated the larger percentage of the bush made it very hard to get to where the sound was coming from but not even that can stop a determined mind that’s bent on escaping at all cost.

“Sunshine she’s here, you can take a break” The music continued.
“I’m a hot air balloon that could go to space
With the air, like I don’t care baby by the way
Huh, because I’m happy
Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof
Because I’m happy
Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth
Because I’m happy
Clap along if you know what happiness is to you
Because I’m happy
Clap along if you feel like that’s what you……” It was my palm that covered the speaker side of the phone that ebbed the music. It was an incoming call from a hidden number and I quickly picked it in a frantic attempt to settle the curiosity my mind.

“hello?” A female voice asked from the other end of the phone.

“Hello…?” I answered quietly.

“Darous…….” The female voice came again.

“yes…. Who…” I was still saying when I began to hear multiple footsteps coming to my direction with the aid of headlights.

“Get him boys or your heads will roll…!!” A thick voice ordered and a multiple search-ative movements followed that life-threatening order.

The tension in my body gave me no warning before it escalated into a multiple folds.

I began to sweat instantly. My mouth has dried. My throat was longing for water. My brain was also longing for water to quench the burning fire of tension in it but apparently, the only extinguisher that can do those tasks lies within my legs.

“Darous…. What are you waiting for!” The female voice on the phone shouted to snap me into action.

“Sergeant Victor…. Your 9 o’clock!” A voice shouted from nearby and without hesitation, I plunged into the bush and started running as fast as I could not minding the thorns that was cutting my legs.

Gunshot sounds filled the air immediately and that further gave me the nitro boost to run more faster in no particular direction on the ill-asphalted bush.

Gradually, the space between me and the policemen began to increase as I continue to run faster and faster because of the gunshots.


I always say it, if you really want to know the fastest man alive, you don’t do it by merely arranging Olympic games.

This is how to do it. Arrange everybody on a line and place a machine gun behind us. Announce that anybody that comes last will be killed, and you will be shocked when Usain Bolt himself will be the one to receive the bullet. Na gun we dey talk na. Something wey no fear hell fire. Something wey no get friend. Something wey no get sense. Abeg, let’s continue the story jare, cos I dey vex. Usain Bolt ko, Usain nuts ni.

I ran furiously, crazily and mad-inly for survival. As I run past every available bush, I could feel and hear resonantly how the bullets were piercing the standing trees by the road side.


My mind was racing very fast with a lot of thoughts as I continued my run on the bushy walkway while the phone was still clutched in my watery hand.

“Get to the main road as fast as you can, I’ll pick you up..” My hand must have accidentally pressed the loudspeaker icon on the screen of the phone which prompted the loud instruction that just came out of the phone.

“Maneuver him!” Another command came from behind me. I stopped abruptly when I heard that as I was feeling so confused on what next to do.

I found a big tree that wasn’t too far away from where I was. I took a quick survey around to see how close my pursuers are to me.

I saw that the nearest headlight was few distance away. I calculated my chances of getting to that tree and realized that there was no way I could get there without getting caught.


I was panting heavily and gasping for breath.

“hey….” I heard that silent whisper from my rear side and was so shocked with what I was seeing.

A cladded warder in his green uniform was offering me a headlight.

“hurry up and put this on…. Take it!” He stated sharply when he noticed my reluctance. “trust me, you don’t want to get caught by those policemen.” He added quickly.

You can’t blame me though, I’ve been betrayed too much to the extent I can no longer identify genuine acts of kindness from fake ones.

“Darous… what are you waiting for? Follow him…” The voice of the lady on the phone boomed out again.

Before I knew it, the warder had grabbed my hand very fast and he was so swift and quick to strap the headlight on my head.

“follow me… your escape guarantees the safety of my job.” He said hurriedly and I was left to wonder who was pulling all these strings.


I had little time to ponder on the quadratic equations that life just dropped at the door steps of my kindergarten brain as the warder pulled me forward and started taking me into another direction.

“A car is waiting for you outside this bush…” The warder informed while we were still running in the bush.

We didn’t encounter any difficulties on the way as this warder seems to know every nook and crannies of this jungle. Even the policemen that were chasing after me has probably lost my trail seeing as the only sound being heard at that time were that of our running footsteps and heartbeat sounds.


Several minutes spent on the escape mission before we saw a very dimmed light from the narrow end of the bush.

“Thank Gawd, they are here already….” The warder announced happily and that news sent a glimpse of relief into my tired body.




“are you sure no one followed you?” The man that met us when we got to the car asked the warder that led me to the car.

“Positive sir. No one… I know every bit of this ground like my wife’s brest.” The warder said gleefully.

“okay… you can go now…” The new man said and held my hand in an attempt to push me inside the car.

“erm… erm…” The warder stuttered. The man holding me turned to face him.

“You will get your balance the same way you got the advance payment.” The man holding me said to him and a disappointed look appeared on the face of the warder.

The man pushed me inside the back seat of the car and followed suit. He signaled for the driver to start the engine.

Like a flash, I washed with alarming eyes as the man beside me pulled out a gun and fired two quick silent shots at the warder that led me to the car. The warder dropped a silent but agonizing sound before dropping to the ground.

“move!” The man beside me ordered the driver and wind up the glass.


“What’s going on?” I queried out to myself.


TBC.

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THE DOG ATTENDANT [T. D. A] 1.


The iron door to the cell opened with its typical fizzling sound.

Even though it was opened very slowly, it still managed to produce that sneaky fizzling sound.

It was already dark inside the cell and one would need to strain one’s eyes beyond its programmed limits before one would be able to see clearly.

Just as I was about to carry out the task I mentioned above, the voice of the intruder boomed out from the darkness and a flashlight was pointed directly at my face.

“Darous, get up….!” The voice ordered in what seemed like a whisper.

The bright flashlight emanating from the phone the intruder was holding made it absolutely impossible for me to see who the intruder was as I was trying desperately to recognize the voice.

“hurry up and don’t make any sound!” The intruder stated more like a command than a statement.

“Have you come to kill me?” I couldn’t stop myself from blurting that out as I managed to disengage my body away from the flocks of fellow inmates that were already snoring their lives out on the cold floor.


“Sharaaaaaap…. Don’t make a sound….” The intruder said with a whispering tone but more sternly.

I wanted to resist but before I could even blink, I felt his strong arm grabbing my shoulder and dragging me up.

“Follow me…. Don’t make any sound, your longtime wish is about to come true…..” He said and pushed me forward.

“My longtime wish?” I queried myself but it was as if the intruder was reading my mind when he said,

“Your vengeance wish is about to be fulfilled.”

Hearing that was like a catapult for my David. I quickly got myself up on my feet and began to follow the directives of the intruder without making any noise.

We passed through the iron bar without creating any sound, of course with the aid of the key the intruder was holding in his hand. We entered a narrow alley that has no light. I could barely see my own steps on the floor of the dark passage but the intruder escorting me made sure I never mistook any step.

“Who are you?” I blurted out curiously without turning around or stopping in my tracks.

“I said don’t make any sound or we will both be dead….” He warned with a stern voice before putting off the flashlight. The whole place was now covered in total darkness.

“nooo…” I declared vehemently and turned around to face him. He quickly raised the light to my face so I wouldn’t be able to see his face.

“I’m going no where not until I know who you are…” Boldly I voiced out.

“Do you want to get us killed?”

“how do I know you are not the killer?” I challenged.

There was a momentary silence after my last statement and the intruder seemed to be pondering on my words as he could be heard humming a distorted sound.

“show me who you are now or else I’m gonna scream and wake everybody up.”

“Darous, listen…” he spoke softly. “After all the betrayals that was done to you, I understand why you are having doubts but please trust me on this, I will show you my face once we are outside these walls. Seeing my face now will not make it any less easier for you to escape.”

“Why do you say that” I asked softly but with a skeptical tone.

“Cos I know you soo well Darous, I’ve drink and dined with you. I know how you think, so please don’t get us killed before we reunite. I beg yooooooou…” He pleaded emphatically.

I wanted to insist on knowing who he is especially after he said he had drink and dined with me, but the latter part of his statement made me kept my brush-denied mouth shut.

I shrugged and obliged with his points, so I turned around slowly and continued the walk.

We rounded the last corner that leads to where I assumed to be the exit of the big prison wall, but as we were approaching the exit door we suddenly heard a voice from behind.

“stop right there…!” The voice commanded with a very thick tone that teleported thick shivers of cold down my spine. I could hear the disappointing gasp that immediately escaped from the mouth of the man leading my escape mission.

A bright flash light coming from behind us was the next thing that fully registered the presence of the newest intruder into our midst.


I tried to turn around but the strong hand of the man behind me hindered me from doing so.

He quickly shoved me to a hidden corner of the dark passage after which he placed something that felt like a gun to my hand as we were both panting heavily.

“Darous, listen to me carefully. ” He stated hurriedly but in a silent tone. “This is how far I can go…. I will help you create a distraction for….”

“identify yourselves right now or your obituaries will be gracing the walls very soon….” The thick voice of the new intruder threatened impatiently hence interrupting the words of the man before me.

“listen to me carefully, take this gun, and this key, open that door. You will enter a big compound. Once you’re inside the compound, you will find a big rubber tank behind the mango tree at your left hand side. Push it to the wall and use it to scale the fen….”.

“are you both deaf?” The intruder interrupted again. “I said come out and show your faces before I waste my breath on counting one to three!.” The intruder roared again in a ferocious tone that depicts every siblings of the irrational being called IMPATIENCE.

My heart was beating very fast as the intruder continued to threaten us. I could feel the hot breath of the man before me on my face like an oven breeze.

“one!”

The intruder counted but the man before me doesn’t seem to care as he just continue to give out instructions that I was no longer listening to.

“two!”


I started regretting my decision to follow this man. Death is the only penalty that awaits anyone caught trying to escape from this godforsaken hell. Had it been this had happened some months ago when the suicide thoughts were still having a contract with my depressed mind, I would have gladly do everything possible to make sure I became an heaven-narian in that awkward instance.

“Do you understand?” The voice of the man before me jolted me back to reality.

“I….I….” I stuttered with a trembling voice as I couldn’t pick out anything in what he had said in the past seconds.

“Time up, I’m coming for you….” The intruder said angrily and his words were quickly escorted by heavy footsteps.

“get out of here now…. For the sake of your wife and child…. Goooo…!” The man shouted at me and I quickly found the zeal and strength to carry out the task he just imposed on me.

“I need to get out of here… at least for their sakes…..” I mumbled to my self as I quickly disengage myself from the man and started running towards the exit door like a furious bullet.

I placed my hand on the door handle but as I was about to open the door, a gunshot disrupted the task.

TBC.


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THE DOG ATTENDANT.


PROLOGUE.


The judge adjusted his golden-colored wig with his right hand in preparation to pronounce the final judgement. I slammed my eyes shot in anticipation of what’s to come. This is definitely an inevitable moment of my life. There’s nothing anyone can do to avert or stop this mafia-lic looking judge from pronouncing his final judgement.
Its been almost three hours of standing inside the box and my feet were already tired of doing their jobs.

Ironically, Instead of getting scared or afraid or apprehensive in anticipation of what’s to come, I was just as calm as the night sea.
You want to know why I was calm during such a dreadful moment of my life?


Okay, lets cool some raging curiosities.


Three months ago was the third sitting of my case. Everyone already knew that the judge was going to give me the death sentence, but all thanks to the timely intervention of my therapist, who against all odds was able to provide a concrete evidence to the court. An evidence that backs up the vehement claim of my lawyer that I was truly suffering from a grave mental illness, hence the reason behind my suicide actions. The judge however had no choice than to adjourn the case to this day after going through the evidence provided by my lawyer.


Moreover, my lawyer, evidently reveling in that development, has assured us that nothing on this earth can stop the judge from annulling the case in my favor. Maybe that assertion by my lawyer was sponsored by the recent payment my friends paid to him or it was sponsored by his professionalism or experience still remains an absolute mystery. Nevertheless, the latter seems to be the case.


So now you see why I was calm like an olosho pusea that is waiting for a four inches d*ck to enter.


I bowed down my head briefly and raised it up again to cast a cursory look around and my eyes was sharp enough to collide with my mother's teary and fear stricken face. I couldn’t help but feel pity for the poor woman. My adulthood has brought nothing but pain to her life.


She’s in her early fifties, and a thorough scrutinized look at her face will make you think she’s ten years older than Nigeria's independence age. My sister and younger brothers were sitting close to her. They were doing their combined best to make sure she doesn’t faint again like she did on the day of my arrest. Or let me say the birthday of the woman that wickedly betrayed me.

I slammed my eyes shot and swallowed the pain and agony that just crept inside my heart as the memories of that awful day revisited my mind.


The surprise, the shocking revelation I was compelled to watch on the screen, the feeling of betrayal and guilt which was immediately followed by the uncontrollable feeling of anger that made me decide to end my own life. That day was so terrible.


Those stupid police ought to have allowed me to end it right there, right inside that hall. They shouldn’t have interfered in my unilateral decision to end my life.

“They should have let me use the only bullet in that gun to end my life instead of making me waste it on that filthy a**hole.” I murmured to myself as my eyes still remained locked on my mum's, whose eyes was all the while focused on the activities of the mafia-looking judge. Her body dialect will tell you that she was extremely nervous and apprehensive at the same time.

Seeing her in that sorry state made me remember what Therapist Sarah told me on the day she came to see me in prison and I was still hell bent on committing suicide.


°°°°Flash Back To Few Months Ago. °°°°


“you keep saying you don’t want to see your mother because you can’t bear to see the pains and sufferings you’ve brought upon her and yet you want to kill your self. In your own twisted way of reasoning, you probably think that’s the most honorable thing to do, right? … but its not. Believe me Darous, its not. In actual fact, it’s the most wicked thing to do to your own mother after everything she has gone through for you. Take for example, Just see how devastating your present situation has been treating her, now imagine what would happen to her once the news of your death reaches her?” Sarah said and gave my face a deep stare.

“I know it will pain her, but she will still be alive and that’s the most important thing. It might take her a few days to embrace my death but last last, she go dey alright. She no fit kill herself na” I argued.


“oh! I see…. Now you think its only you that knows how to kill yourself? You think its only you that knows how to use death as a means to escape from impending disasters? No… no…no.. I don’t think so. I bet your mum won’t live three hours after the news of your death.”


It took me more than three minutes to process her words in my fvcked up mind. It was as if my brain's marriage to sanity was restored after hearing those words from my therapist. I couldn’t imagine myself being the cause of my own mother’s death. I couldn’t imagine being responsible for the reason why my younger ones will become a full time orphans. I know my brothers would be fine after some months of struggle without my mother, but my little sister, - who happens to be the most brilliant of us and presently doing her masters – will never be okay. Not only because of the bond between mother and daughter, but the realization of being all alone in this big and cruel world will crush her determined mind beyond repair.

I still remembered how it took her and my mother a lot of months to get over our father’s death. I just couldn’t bring myself to imagine how horrible the situation of my after death would be for both of them.
No! I can’t be responsible for that. That’s the height of wickedness. I can’t ruin a lot of lives because my own appeared to be worthless to me. Killing myself now is definitely going to be a polygamous disaster.


“But…how… how… how will I get out of this?” I bit my lips and tried my best to keep the tears from escaping down my cheeks. “How am I supposed to face the burdens of sorrow and damnation that awaits me?” I cried out at my listening therapist and shifted my teary face to the ground. I remained in that position for more than ten seconds before I felt a palm underneath my jaw. I raised up my face and my eyes quickly connected with my therapist emotional face.
Sarah smiled casually and held my thumbs which I placed on the table between us while our eyes was still locked on each other. “Look at me… look at me… “ She said when she sensed that I was trying my best to avoid her gaze.
Hesitantly, I complied and she continued.

‘When Fate whispers to the Warrior and says, ‘hey Warrior, you cannot withstand this storm,’ do you know what the Warrior told him?” She inquired from me with a soft tone.
I nodded my head negatively in reply.
“The Warrior looked straight into the terrifying eyes of Fate and whispered back saying ‘I don’t have to, cos I’m the STORM.’…”she chuckled and tickled my palm which was still inside hers. “now, Darous, you are the warrior. And going by everything you’ve ever been through in the hands of Fate and Karma…. ”

“Hmmm, those devil’s senators.” I chipped in.


“you are absolutely right. They are indeed the devil’s senators. With everything you have been through in their hands? And you are still alive? I believe you are stronger more than you think. Apart from that, If you die now, then it means they have won. Everyone that has ever conspirator-ly contributed to your present situation have won. Not only against you, but against all those that would be affected by your demise.” She paused and continued. “ you can’t die now cos I believe you have a task at hand. A task to make the world see the truth. A task to make the world see that you are not entirely at fault in this issue.” She ended and sighed deeply as she sniffed in at the same time.


“But this world has not been fair to me in anyway. What makes you think I owe it anything? … even self, how do I stand up against it now?” Tiredly and confusedly, I cried out again.


“First you should know this. Every end marks a new beginning. Keep your spirit and determination unshaken and you will surely walk the glory path. This world has a lot of agents working for it. Where it has Karma it has Courage. Where it has Fate, it has Faith. Where it has Destruction it has Determination. Where it has Sorrow, it has Smiles. You just need to figure out which of these agent you want in your life.”


“wait, you make it sound as if I have a choice to choose whichever I want among these agents. Or you think I would choose this path if I have any chance to choose at all?” I lamented with an exasperated tone.
She processed my lamentations briefly before deciding to talk.


“Listen, I am not trying to blame you. But what do you think would have happened assuming you didn’t agree to the sugar mummy business that your friend introduced you into?”
She asked but I was unable to reply her as I was deeply in thought.
“as far as I’m concerned, that decision still remains the genesis of your problems. Or what do you think?”.


“I.. I think you are right..” I stammered.


“that’s what I’m saying. Now you see that you had a chance to choose. But that’s gone now.. We should be looking for solutions. Okay… now, where are we?”


“Madam, time is up… I want to return the prisoner.” We were interrupted by the voice of the warder.
Sarah shifted her attention away from me and gave the warder an angry look.


“Mr Godwin, I thought I have corrected you several times that until proven guilty, and sentenced, he’s not to be called a prisoner…” Therapist Sarah flared at him as he got closer to our position.


“So you wan tell me say here na hin papa house? Abi na hin mama build this prison?”

“noooo…”


“Madam, leave that sh*t abeg.” The warder fired again. “Anybody wey dey stay inside prison na prisoner.” He argued.


“which also translate to you too… you can also be called a prisoner right? Since you spent more times here than outside these walls.”


“me ke? Me no be prisoner na, me dey work for here. I dey collect salary. Na salary carry me reach here, if no be salary I no go dey here. But this man na criminal…. “ He pointed at my face.
I was expecting Sarah to argue further but for some reasons she just picked her bag and brought out her purse. She opened it and brought out a wade of 500naira notes. She counted twenty and placed it on the table. She returned the purse to her bag and looked up to Mr Godwin’s face.


“That money is all yours if you agree to let me spend ten more minutes with him…”
Mr Godwin's eyes shone widely as those words formed meanings in his ears.


“You… you mean am? “ He stuttered after glancing around to see if someone else was watching or listening to us.
“100percent…” Sarah replied with an assuring tone.
Keenly, I watched as Mr Godwin hurriedly packed the money and started filling his pockets.
Sarah had a funny look on her face all the while and I couldn’t help but wonder the reasons she had for spending such amount of money to have just ten more minutes with me.


“Thank you ooo…. You are free to sleep here ganself if you like..” Mr Godwin stated as he was about to leave. “You can rent my mat if you wan sleep here.”


“But I thought you told my friends yesterday that your bosses will flog you if they know that you allowed a visitor to overstayed the allotted five minutes.” I voiced out surprisingly and the man turned around with a funny smirk dancing zanku on his oblong face.


“Flog? For ten thousand naira? Make dem flog me… dem go flog flog flog the cane go tire. For ten thaaaasan? Make dem flog me. I no send.” He ended and went out through the exit.
A moment of silence followed before I spoke.


“What’s that for?” I asked Sarah in a confused tone.


She smiled again at me. “That’s to show you that you don’t have to be inside a place like this before you can be termed as a prisoner. That man is a prisoner to money. People like him will do anything for the sake of money.

“hmmmm…”


“so, as I was saying before the interruption, you have to stop seeing the world the way it is. You should start seeing it the way you are. You have to show the world that you are tougher than it. Show the world that nothing it does can stop you from achieving your aims and trust me, you will have the last laugh. Because the world steps aside for a man who knows where he’s going.”


“And you think I can do this alone?”

“noo, I don’t expect you to. Surely you will need these people to aid you in everything… and they are already living within you. All you need to do is to embrace their help. With Courage, determination, and effort, you shall get their. Darous, I implore you as I would implore any one I love to persevere, endure more and this fight will be won.”
She ended conclusively and the next few minutes were spent in total silence as I was left to deliberate intensively on her words.


At the end of that day, I was able to have a new perspective of this world. Instead of dying, I wanted to live. Instead of running away from my trials, I was now determined to face them squarely. More importantly, I now have a task at hand. A task so simple and straight. A task to make my consipirators pay for everything they have done, regardless of how much they ever meant to me.


°°°BACK TO PRESENT°°°


“After the hearings from both the Defense counsel and the accused counsel…. “ The judge's voice echoed across the whole court hall as he prepared to continue with his verdict and my attention was immediately returned to him.
The whole diameter of the hall was now covered in absolute silence.
My heart was pounding heavily against my chest. I was so apprehensive all of a sudden. Maybe it was because I realize I no longer want to die without fufiling the new task at hand.


“For the charge of the murder of one Mrs Adedoyin… “ The judge continued. “Which was leveled against you Mr Darous Emmanuel, on the base of a pictured photograph brought before this court by I.P.O Johnson Aribisala, this court hereby declared that charge as dead on arrival, on the count of the I.P.O's inability to provide the two witnesses namely Adejoke Charles and Adenike Charles to tell this court how they came by the picture and to further verify its authenticity.”


“Olorun osheee oooo” Literally meaning “Thank God” suddenly erupted from among the audience. I recognize that voice immediately. It belongs to my mother.


“ORDER!!!!!” The court clerk suddenly roared in an attempt to quell the rising murmurs.
“On the charges of illegal possession of arms,” The judge continued after the noise had died down.
I held my chest with both arm in a perplexed anticipation of the next verdict.


“Attempted murder of one Miss Chioma Ariaku who is presently in coma inside a government owned hospital, and lastly for the charge of attempted suicide, this court, under section three hundred and twenty five thousand of the Law of the federal republic of Nigeria as amended in the 1999 constitution, this court hereby sentenced you, to 36years imprisonment with hard labor. ARISE!”.
Immediately at the end of those final words of the judge, an anguish scream escaped from somewhere among the audience. I turned around slowly to see what was going on, horribly staring directly at my face was my mother's widely opened eyes from the floor.
My siblings rushed to her immediately they recovered from the shock. But before I could have another look at her, I felt something cold but familiar on my wrist. It was an handcuff. Gently I was led out of the hall into a waiting green van by two policemen by my sides.


As I was about to climb the stairs, I heard a whisper in my right ear saying, “I told you… you can’t get away with murdering my wife.”
Quickly I turned around to see the owner of those words and slowly, a new revelation crept into my mind as my sight behold his presence.

HOW DID WE GOT HERE?

T. B. C.


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TBM

Noted boss.... We are sorry for the inconvenience

menwongo:
Hahahahahha. Yes yes yes finally we have something login to nairaland.



My hero is at it again....no rushing this time, walk like baba go slow but put merriment on our faces like he did on Npower volunteers!

no qualms boss... I'm counting on your full support like you did in the first part boss... Let's do this again....

If you haven't read the part 1, please don't read this one without doing so.

Anyways, here is the link to COUNTLESS part 1.

https://www.nairaland.com/3696077/countless-story-sex-betrayal-vengeance

DEDICATION.

Yes, I theologically dedicate this work to the glory of God, for dedicating part of his unlimited time to create me. He would have choose to use the clay he used in creating me to create another being and I would have literally been a ghost. I presume God knew my ghostism would have been a threat to mankind so after deliberating on it, he decided unequivocally to create me. So for dedicating his time to create me? I'm hereby dedicating this work to him.

So to say, DEDICATION RECEIVED IS DEDICATION RETURNED

[color=#009900] ACKNOWLEDGEMENT.
Humbly, I hereby acknowledge the inspiration given to me by the pen masters and mistress of this planet. And to my fans and readers all over the world including the animal kingdom, for using part of their hard earned Megabites and borrowed Mb's to read my work. THANKS AND JAH-BLESS.

COPYRIGHT.
This work is no longer under the protection of Shango(god of thunder).
Before you start begging on his behalf, I think you should know the reason why I decided to withdraw the contract from his care. The last time I gave him the job, he collected a lot of bribes and the part one of COUNTLESS was plagiarize by over a million people.

He became rich through my work and presently he owns a two bedroom bungalow in Banana island and two block industries in Lekki phase two. He even called me to come and be a chief labourer at one of the block industries. INSOLENCE!. Now you see my reasons for withdrawing the work from him. Currently, I'm still looking for who to give the protection job, although, a lot of deities have submitted their C.V's and I'm still going through them.[/color]

[color=#008800] PROHIBITION.
Fortunately, I'm granting full access to every reader to view this work with any device they wish to use. You can use iPhone xMax and Samsung 10 if you like. Even if na desktop charger dey your hand, carry go.. You are free to view it with any device as long as it doesn't stop Atiku from going to court.

CRITICS.
Bring it on critics, I'm ready for you all. The answer to bad critics is simple.. IGNORE. and the answer to positive critics is to STRIVE HARDER. I learnt all this from Grandma Temmy and Menwongo.

DERAILERS.
Derailers, are strictly warned to back off this thread. Please don't come here and be telling us how Mtn has been deducting your credit with reckless abandon. Thanks for adhering in advance. [/color]

WHAT TO EXPECT FROM THE STORY.

VIOLENCE - very likely.

SEX- Well, that depends on if Darous has learnt his lessons or not. But I pray he doesn't so at least the masturbation crews can have something to look forward to.
According to a study by an offline site in Afghanistan, the sex scenes of Countless part 1 reduced a lot of unwanted pregnancies and a lot of barren women were able to give birth to the fruit of the womb. That's that on that.

[color=#007700] So everyone, here we go again, get your popcorns and hypos handy, find a thorn-ful seat and settle down your rough, and coal-like buttocks as I arrogantly take you on this second phase of the long ride.

Your Shangoistic writer,

TheBlessedMAN .

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Welcome on BOARD.

A. EPILOGUE. COUNTLESS


The old man raised up his face, visibly written on it was the expression of total sadness.

Telling us about his past has evidently seen on his once youthful face is something emotionally demanding.
We couldn't help but feel sorry for the old man.

The old man heaved a deep sigh and rested his back on the white sofa he was sitting on.

He focused his moody gaze at the white p.o.p ceiling of his living room.

Even though he tried very hard to fight off the tears that were warming up in his eyes, but unfortunately for him, his emotions got the better part of him and the tears started running freely down his wrinkled cheeks.

The lively face he had on before he began the lenghty narration some hours ago was now covered in tears.

About fifteen of us were sitting around him in the big room. A cursory glance across our youthful faces is enough to tell you that we were fully engrossed in our respective thoughts.

The long narrative by the old man have gotten our young brains into deep thinking.

I on my own couldn't help but feel very sad at how the story of the old man had ended. Even as a self acclaimed rugged guy, my eyes wasn't rugged enough to control the emotional tears that was trickling down my face.


Charles, a 22years old grandson of the man was the first to speak up.
"but grandpa Darous, this isn't fair.. " The young boy ranted out his frustration.


It was as if others were waiting for someone to talk first, everyone started murmuring out their frustration at how the old man's story ended.

The man waited for the noise to die down a bit before taking a deep breath and began to talk in his relatively calm voice.

He shifted his now composed gaze at his grandson.
"Charles, this life doesn't have any specific complexion. Its neither fair nor dark. Its just what it is. What happened to me was unfortunate, But fate and destiny doesn't know that. All they are after is to make sure I pay for my sins. Whether it's done in a just way or unscrupulously like you've all claimed is none of their business."

"Hmmmmmm... " Mabel, one of the girls sitting beside me released that disappointing tone. "Sir, but what later happen to you sir?"

"I didn't get you Mabel." The old man said with a squinted look at Mabel.

"I mean, how did you got out of the prison? " Mabel reiterated explicitly.

She had barely finished her questionic statement when Adesina popped up another question.

"And what happened to that bitch called Chioma?"

"And Joke too. I don't even know maybe to hate her or like her anymore..?" Abosede stated.

"Me self... She's too stupid for letting Nike manipulate her feelings for you sir." Thelayi, who is a course mate of Charles at Unilorin lamented in a very sad tone.


A lot of questions started popping up. The old man took his time to listen to all of them before he eventually spoke after some minutes.

"I like your curiosity my children." He paused to scrutinize the atmosphere. "But before I answer your questions, I'll first like to..... " He paused and directed his gaze to my face. "TBM..... "He called out to me.

"Hun-hun.." I cleared my grumpy throat before answering the man. "Yes grandpa... "

"I can see you have been busy with your phone since I started telling you my story, what have you been doing?" He inquired in a tone that was at a right angle triangle to calmi-ness.

"Sir, am not doing anything bad ooo... "

"I didn't say that... " He affirmed. "I just want to know if you have been listening to me or not. Because it was you that requested that I tell you and your friends here about my life's experience , so it would be disappointing to me if you have not been listening at all..."

I took in a deeper breath and rose up. I maneuvered my way out of the grid locks of legs sitting on the floor to where the old man was sitting down.

I got to his front and showed the screen of my phone to him.

"What is this?" He queried in a virtually confused tone after staring at my phone for a brief while.

"Grandpa, that is a site called nairaland. I have been feeding the millions of literature readers on that site with everything you've been telling me sir...."

"Really? " The old man gasped in surprise and utter amazement.


At the sound of his gaspi-nation, every other being in the room abandoned their respective seats and quickly gathered around me to see the reason behind the gasping-ment of the old man.

They saw for their selves, how the story of the old man has pulled a large number of viewers.

I started showing them everything right from the first page till the last page.

"Here also is my Facebook page" I opened a new tab on my newly purchased Camon eleven and showed them my Facebook page. Darousmart Library. They we're so pleased with what I have done with the old man's true life story.

"You can see that I've been listening to you sir..."

"And very attentively too." Grandpa Darous added with a satisfactory grin.

"But they seemed very disappointed with how the story has ended na...?" Rasheed Akeusola, a friend of mine expressed.

"Yes Rasheed, they are even begging me to make a twist to the story. They want to know what happened to a lot of people in that story."

"But only grandpa can do justice to that.." Charles declared.

We all nodded our heads affirmatively and focused our attentions at the old man's face.

There was silence in the room for more than three minutes before Mabel decided to break it.
She held the old man's hand and started running her soft fingers through it.
"Grandpa, tell us na.. Pleaseeeee" She emphasised in a pleading tone and we all chorused the same thing along with her.

The old man displayed a funny look before he eventually smiled.
E.


"Who told you the story has ended anyways? " He asked us and we we're all very stunned by his words.

"I don't remember telling any of you that the story has ended."

"Wow!!!!!!! " We all screamed louder in a delightful tone.

"Thank you grandpa!!!! " Grace shouted and engaged the man in a comfy embrace.

"Its nothing... But know this, I'm not telling you all these so that you can be a victim, but rather, I'm telling you so you can learn from it. Especially you TBM" He fired strongly at me.

"Me? Why me sir? " I asked with a surprised look.

"Yes, with that kind of face and attitude? I can see my past in everything you are doing right now... Watch your steps now before you invite another Chioma into your life."

Those words sank into my brain like the titanic into the ocean. But before I could further deliberate on it, the old man's voice cut into my mind again.

"Alright children, have your seats and let me tell you of how my tribulations ushered me into being a DOG ATTENDANT." He ended conclusively and we all scampered to our seats.

"Hun-hun" Grandpa Darous cleared his throat and began. "Here is my story of how I become the dog attendant... . "




THE DOG ATTENDANT!!! WATCHOUT!!!!!!

Ochyglowsglows:
Please give us the epilogue of Countless before you begin another story. Thanks.

sure boss. Preparing it

menwongo:
My hero we can't Wait any longer for a new and fresh piece.

I pray the new story opens doors for you as you appreciate our small token

thanks boss. I really appreciate your contribution so far boss. You are the best

Hey famz... I'm typing with my new phone. Tecno CAMON 11. I got it last week. Thank you all for your donations. I will upload it tomorrow for you to see what Countless got me. Although I got 18k from you guys, I was able to come up with the rest myself,. Ghettochild, the verification man can now see the truth.


Expect the new story to commence before this month runs out. Thanks for your every time kindness. I love you all.

TBM.

theLayi:
Yeah... It such a great honour to have this talented Writer in my hometown... Countless remains my best online story ever... More ink to your pen bro

I'm
statistically humbled by this bro. Thanks a lot

CaptainSelfless:
TBM... do you by chance have any story you might have written in the past.....need it to keep me busy till d beginning of the new one...

Awww. Not at all bro.v

Countless is my first

CaptainSelfless:
TBM... do you by chance have any story you might have written in the past.....need it to keep me busy till d beginning of the new one...

Awww. Not at all bro.

Countless is my first