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@Donpizzaro,

BOKO HARAM LAUNCHED ATTACK AGAINST HUMANITY BE IT MUSLIMS OR CHRISTIANS OF WHICH ALL OF US WILL RALLY ROUND TO MAKE THEM PAY FOR IT.BUT YOU LAUNCH YOUR OWN ATTACK AGAINST ALLAH!WHO WILL SAVE YOUR SOUL PROVOKING THE ANGER OF THE LORD?

We are quick at giving a spurious attack on muslims without knowing that we are just another extremists of the same coin.U re not better than all the extremists in Islam because you exude d same acrid smell of violence

Though,I didnt have the time to read much of his work but the heading 'If tomorrow starts without me' made me shivered and I asked myself the same question.We all have big dreams but if tomorrow, oh!What a message!

@simmy,The story is a masterpiece,well written and the power of expression is captivating.How far have you gone on it?

cisse7575:
U HV A GUD SETNGS BUT NOT MAKING USE OF WAT CLD HV MAKE your STRY MORE POWERFL:WEATHER, ATMOSPHERE, AFRICA IS GUD SETNGS

Thanks,I appreciate your comments but be patient with me, I'm being careful not show much of the work as my publisher might not welcome the idea.But believe me it's a work you will all crave to have in your collections as soon it's out.

“The money! I work in State house for goodness sake! We are paid allowances. We execute contracts. We were flown abroad for training, we were paid for it. We were paid for each trip we made with the Excellency. I have window of opportunity to be rich as I am. No dirty game, no dirty job. White as snow is my palms. Believe me sweetheart!” He capriciously calmed down his nerves and tried to conceptualize his woman. He mounted his lips on hers and gave her a wet kiss. He was smart “The Spider!” His Friends would always hail him.


“Happy birthday Honey!” Folasade screamed it at him and jumped on him. That was a month after their last skirmish. Folasade had creatively designed a plot to bring his man back to whom he had fallen in love with before he joined military. It was his birthday, she knew; his official duty would not allow him to remember.
No wonder, he was shocked but excited at seeing the preparation she had made for the celebration when he came back from work, he did not expect a party at home. It was a party meant for the two of them alone. The parlour was decorated like a theatre, colourful sparkling light, champagne, pounded yam with Egusi soup, bush meat called ‘Eran Oya’ and some foreign food that would make a bloated mouth to salivate. Folasade trusted herself at cooking she knew that; mastering the art of cooking was one of the secrets of an African happy marital home. Which at different times whenever her husband was in a good mood would make him rank her as ‘General’ the officer in-charge of domestic affairs who would always make him obey her command…just because of the taste of her food. Today was going to be one of their connubial bliss with the way he had come in showing expression of excitement, especially when Folashade jumped on him and dipped her tongue into his mouth sending a passionate message down to his spine, his feeling was aroused for the food, which she obeyed with a full consent without any ‘ act of insubordination.’ She, the birthday dinner was moreish. He commented. The candles had burnt down, the table had been cleared, the knickers were back on its hinge, and the afterglow was still dazzling.
“What is this and what for?” He asked when Folasade presented him a birthday gift, although he never doubted its being a gift because it was wrapped as such and when he opened it,
“A camcorder! Your birthday gift. I had used it to record some events in the past, which I believe if you watch, you would not want such events to happen again. Play it, let’s watch it as a drama in the past that would not happen again in our life” She placed it on his palm with a kiss on his cheeks coming from a thoroughly satisfied wife, a leftover of the passionate moment.
He collected it and fiddled with it for some minutes as if the content might raise his hackles, he looked at his wife and pressed the button, the events of the past started to unfold. Folasade had recorded some of the serious arguments they had had and the beating she had gone through in his hand over the years. It was horrible. It was a bad way to treat someone he had claimed to love, he was remorseful, he wept and asked for her forgiveness. ‘‘Oh , oo! So the men of strong heart do cry’’ She whispered that to her inner self and spoke out.

CULLED FROM CHAPTER TWO[i][/i]
“Honey! I know you will punch me, you will torture me like a captive of the war but I shall always tell you my mind. I’m not longer shy of our neighbour coming to rescue me from your clenched fists. I heard your conversation on phone last night…, You are too young to be dining with devil. Your palms, your palms are becoming stained of blood. Blood is dripping from your palms”. She immediately cringed at one of the corners of the room; she knew what her confrontation could earn her.


“What do you mean woman! Bury whatever you might have heard in your belly; speak it out to no one. I warned you! I’ve taken oath of secrecy in the job I’d signed for, so sign it along with me. You will be declared as enemy of the state if you blab it to anyone. The enemy of state is enemy to us all and we shall not blink an eye before we terminate whosoever he or she is. Be careful woman! I won’t tolerate any act of insubordination from you henceforth.’’ Steve replied her assertively moving a step closer to her as if he was going for a pounce.


“But…. but!” She halted, gripped with fear. She knew one of these would happen to her; being beaten or being forced to bed and at times, she experienced both in one fell swoop.


“But me no buts young woman! I had told you not to cast aspersion on me. What you heard on phone was misconstrued by your unstable mind. I do not engage in any killing, any assassination. It was true that news of assassination was always broadcast whenever I was on official duty outside the state but you shouldn’t have linked it up to my duty. If I had accepted what you professed, I did it so that you would let me be. It was all a charade!”Having reached her, he finger combed her hair releasing the pains, which the confrontation had welled up in him softly on the light stroke he was patting on her hair.


“And the money, you always come home with charade! The mansion you have built, the ostentatious life you are living…. a rehearsal of your charade?” She asked ostensibly edging away from his touch.
He knew the woman knew well than what he had thought. He had bruised and injured her at several occasions. Their neighbours were tired of their incessant fight. They had reported him of turning his wife to a punch-bag at their station. The barracks warden had kept the record of the fight. They had put them under surveillance to know why they always quarrelled. He was good for the job but his wife was dangerous to his duty. They had observed, he would not divulge an official secret to his wife. He was a loyal tool of destruction. He was accurate at aiming a target; he was one of their best instruments. His conscience had been bought with money and sealed with honey!

CULLED FROM CHAPTER NINE



“But this is one na dangerous game, person wey live by gun go die by it!’’Lamidi had suggested.
“But who cares if the future is bleak when I have nothing to hope for. That; I, Raimi a graduate of Engineering would get a job in years to come while their sons have occupied all the vacancies in the land? When I will never meet up with the requirements of job experience, which no one has offered me. At times they tell you that you have out-grown the required age, the question is; before I grew out of the age haven’t I been seeking for employment and did they employ me? Some have even gone to extent of extorting money from the applicants. Have you forgotten about what led Judith to the street?’’
Lamidi was about to reply but Raimi took over the answer, “She didn’t just become a prostitute out of her own accord she became frustrated and found herself on the street. How would she not when she said that whenever she went to seek for work the boss there would demand for sex before he could employ her and when she refused no matter how brilliantly she might have performed in the tests and interviews she would find herself being thrown out. Only the genuine requisite for jobs is sex with the staff or boss of the institution. This she fought several times but at last, when all hope was lost she had to capitulate of which she did the first of which only earned her HIV. The guy that slept with her was HIV positive and to worst it all she never got the job. Angry and bitter about life she decided to be sharing it with anybody that accosts her for sex in any offices she goes seeking for employment. And she is having a large number to her cunt, she is beautiful of course.’’
“Hhnmm, what a life.Na only Go help us for this obodo naija?”Lamidi sighed.
‘‘So let’s join the force, let give back anarchy; the result of what they throw in to the society. They threw poverty, unemployment, prostitution, under-development, improper electoral nomination of candidates, untimely death, and disorientation of youth that would make us go into militancy, go into 419, armed robbery because man pikin must not die in hunger!’’ Raimi had reached his boiling point. Ever since, they had been prying open gates and wrenching doors off hinges.
Judith the prostitute had informed them about Mr. Felix, a sectional head officer at the Department of Fire Service of the discussion she had eavesdropped while the man was on phone. Mr. Felix had withdrawn from bank the money allocated to his section for provision of new fire service equipment. It was a huge amount of money, which he was intending to embezzle. He would not buy the equipment; he would not put the section to standard to meet up with the responsibilities of securing lives and properties. He would not break the tradition of ‘it is my time to chop and clean mouth’ He would be loyal to the continuity of the tradition. “If it grieves you, wait for your time and be quixotic to change the system” one of his former bosses had warned him when he wrote a petition against him. Mr. Felix was a young officer then with a strong heart to put things in order but now he had grown and learnt the slogan “wait for your time!”
Judith knew all his dealings, she knew he had money hidden in his house; she had given the details to Lamidi a street friend of hers.
The plan was perfect; they had got into his compound, into his room without raising a dust. Mr. Felix was not asleep when they sidled in; he was in a toilet feeling queasy, he was ill, he was about to open a tap to get some water.
Lamidi and Raimi knew that Mr. Felix was hiding somewhere in the rooms but they did not know which one he was. They had been searching for him from one room to another until he opened the tap which spurted out water, the sound gave him out. They began to follow the direction of the sound. He too had heard their footsteps. He quickly peeped through the key hole of the toilet door and saw the men of the dark with long rifles walking towards him. He knew they had come for the money.
‘‘I have stolen it by pen and they are here to take it by gun, No way!’’ His scruple pricked his conscience. He immediately informed the police, the DPO of the area was his friend. He would not leave him in the lurch. He believed. The DPO acted promptly on the call, he ordered his officers to go for his rescue.
Raimi kicked the door of the toilet open and saw a mobile phone in his hand.“He just called the police,” Raimi informed Lamidi when he checked the number he had dialled.
Lamidi got furious, they would not spare him for putting their lives in danger, he shot him three times in his left chest. They searched for the money and finally saw it where he hid it. They would escape before the police arrived. They believed that the police would always come after they might have gone. It had always been the system but today was different, they were already around and had surrounded the building.
Lamidi and Raimi ran out and rand back to the room when they saw the police undauntedly dogged with their weapons pointing to wherever direction they might want to take. The police had seen them and began the warnings that they should come out and surrender their weapons.
The two heard the warnings, they looked into each other’s face and resolved not to lay down their weapons. They determined to take the risk even if it would cost them their lives. It was going to be fire-for-fire. To facilitate their escape, they know what to do. ‘VBIEDs’ was the name that came to their mind. They would need Judith to do this to rescue them.
They called her on phone and related things to her. She had got the message; ‘VBIEDs’ Vehicle Borne Improvised Explosive Devices was what she was asked to make use of and she would do that to help her friends out of the danger. In five minutes, she would be within the vicinity.
She needed a car to carry out the assignment. One man had stopped for her, he desired to have a taste of her goodies. She did not object, all she needed was his car. She entered and pointed a gun at him ordering him to get out of the car. Thank God, she sighed; the first phase of the plan was successful. She opened her bag and brought out a mousetrap with some items which she would use for the rescue operation. She zoomed off she must not be late. She violated traffic light more than many times. She was at haste. She finally got to the street where her friends were trapped. She parked the car at distance. She brought out the mousetrap and put some wire around it, mixed some liquid together and all she had now with her was bomb. Only she knew how she came about with the bomb from all these items she just added together. She picked a heavy stone from the ground and placed it on the turtle for the car to keep on moving while she smartly jumped out of the vehicle. She hid around the corner while the car was racing down towards where the police had packed their jeep.

culled from CHAPTER8

“My son! There has never been a change on how our country operates its government. It has always been the same. When I was in my youth, I thought that all the promises the government made to us they would fulfil them. They had come to our village during the campaign in the 2nd republic. They had promised us a good road, constant supply of electricity, adequate water supply. Free education and all the good things in this world. They advised us to pay our taxes for government to be able to execute her plan. I could remember how the town crier would be going from one village to another reminding us how important our taxes are to the government. We had paid our taxes, we had fulfilled our part but the Government kept on saying that the project they were doing may not be something that would put food on our table now but in future, we would see the beauty of the project they were doing. We had waited and waited for the future to come and it seemed the future would never come. Forty five year independent anniversary, our country remained what it was with the promises dangling in the air. The country has made everybody a failure. Your father left the military during the civil war. He said he could not kill his brother with gun over the course that no one has explained to him. That was how we went back to village. He became a farmer. There was one sad morning you and Peter fell sick. We took you to hospital. The doctor said the sickness was serious and we needed to pay an amount, which we could not afford. We sold all our farmstead, yet we could not raise the money. Your father decided to join the labourers at the site. We did not have food at home so he did not eat before he went for the job. He exhausted all his strength to meet up with the amount needed to complete the bill. He finished the job. They paid him. Just to turn back and be coming home. His strength had been sapped. He fell and did not wake up again. That was how I lost your father when you and Peter were at the age of two years. The society killed him. It was the environment of poverty the government created that took away his life. We had worked hard to be rich but the society would not allow us to prevail. It has been the same system, it has been the same group of people, it has been their fathers and children that have been ruling us. We are in a groove”.

culled from CHAPTER FIVE and I hope this wont be a recrudescence of what our election would potray this time around



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    He had recruited Lamidi and Raimi Mogaji for this. He was sure the two could do the job professionally without leaving traces. Their last assignment had convinced him of that, they really did excellently well and that was during the election.

They were the one that won the contract to steal election materials in every polling unit. And Lamidi and his boys  were rapacious over this. They maimed and injured people. They held the community in hostage with the help of weapons, which Mr. Abraham gave to them coupled with their own strategic ways in which they carried out the assignment. Lamidi had said to have gone to a polling unit as a masquerade, whatever thought that led him into disguising as masquerade must have been that of humour,

   People were shocked at seeing the masquerade ‘Could it have been that the masquerade has come to vote or what?’ Masquerade, according to African beliefs is known to be a primordial being, and if he had come it must be to collect his sacrifice. Before the voters could wake up from the shock, the Masquerade had proved their thought right,  ‘Ara orun ken-ken’ had come to collect, the voting materials; the ballot papers as his sacrifice, nobody dare stopped him. He was with a gun of highly sophisticated brawny new one and so were his entourage. They coerced the voters into voting for their own man ‘Vincent Fasasi. The election was an embodiment of box snatching, rigging and killing.




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@cbase,Thanks for the rescue mission.LOL

lol.I will try to compose another beautiful one for him on this thread and maybe he would appreciate that