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omokoladele:Would you like to work as a private investigator? ![]() |
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Morning yall charijee:Yeah he is |
''Yes I am trying to sun it'' Maybe you should burn it instead I said in my mind. ''Can I have a look at it once I'm done with the kids?'' ''No wahala'' she replied. I walked towards the vacant space in her parlour and looked around. It was quite eerie standing on the spot and for once I didn’t envy this woman and her children who had to live here. I looked at the windows closely and took note of the handles. It was a textured window with an iron handle coated in white paint. There was a cheap rubber clock over looking overlooking the spot where the couch once stood. ''Was any other door or window tampered with?'' ''No'' ''Who has the key to the front door?'' I asked. ''No key; we bolt it from the inside before we go to bed. It’s the same with the back door.'' ''And who is the we?'' ''Any of us but Pamela locked up that night'' ''I'd see the kids now'' I nodded at her and walked out of the house. Have a good weekend yall. Update continues next week. |
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''Why?'' ''Because my mother said if anybody asks of her, we should tell them she is not around.'' I froze for a minute; that was someone else talking certainly not the young child. I didn’t realize someone else was by the gate let alone listening to our childish banter. ''Who is that?'' I asked in a stern tone. The game was over already. I heard the sound of a child laughing quietly and I banged the gate in anger. ''My mother said I should tell anyone that comes that she is not at home. She is sleeping and does not wish to be disturbed'' the adult voice said. ''Listen to me carefully; this is not a joke. This is the police, now who am I speaking to?'' There was a slight hesitation followed up fierce whispering then I heard the patter of feet running away from the gate. ''Show me your badge please'' I did and waited for some seconds before she answered again. ''My sister has gone to call my mother. My name is Pamela - Pamela Jubril.'' I heaved a sigh of relief; finally we were getting somewhere. |
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Chillisauce:Okay o nor vex. If i never try am i nor go talk. Anyone who is adventurous enough can try it and come and prove me wrong. |
armyofone:I tot so too until i tried it. Made little or no difference tastewise and the akara held the shape just like they told me it would. |
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A Case is Assigned ASP Kassim Kolawole was screaming at the top of his lungs. I wanted to put my hand over my ear but I dare not. He is my boss and protocol demands I stand at attention and act interested even if I didn’t give a flying toss. So I continued to nod my head as though I agreed with him. I knew he was under fire but it was the normal thing. After a while we were going to have some peace and add another enemy to our endless list. Earlier in the day, I noticed the politician storming out of his office so I was not surprised at this impromptu meeting. It was not the regular meeting though, just a handful of us present: detectives, senior police officers and a few others in our station. He pointed a finger at us and moved it from one side of the room to the other ''you are not just in the force to mope; you are here to protect lives, property and fight crime. I have so many of you lingering around all day long. You open file, close file, roger here, roger there, move around the office, joke with colleagues, stretch your legs, return back to your desk then go for lunch before closing for the day. Mbanu this must stop! Every other day they are transferring case up and down which one are you doing nah? Should we receive the award for the most incompetent station before you get cracking? Let us work on the case that drops on our desk because that is the quickest way to climb the ladder of promotion. Una hear me so?'' ''Yes sir'' we chorused. ''Okay now, Corporal bring that book and read out the cases we have received in the last week.'' |
ghostwritter:I appreciate. @SusannaJohnson and Candy thanks. Leggo! |
Nmeri17:Thanks for the support bros. I never finish this story but i know who my killer be and I wont change the name for anything ![]() |
Chillisauce:Crack a raw egg in the beans mixture (depending on the amount tho) then fry. They would hold shape. |
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The Policemen in a White Truck My mother was still crying when the men in black arrived in a white pickup truck. I was peeping from my mother's window and Edugie was giggling by my side. There were about 4 of them but they refused to take the corpse away. ''Call an ambulance!'' one of them spat out and the rest nodded in agreement. ''How many people stay in this house?'' another asked. ''Five of us'' ''And how many slept here last night?'' ''Five of us including the man on the couch'' I heard my mother reply. They moved inside the house and I made my way out of the room to my next aproko spot. I peeped from outside the door leading to the parlour and could see the men shaking their head. One of them moved closer to the stranger and uttered a low curse. I could see he had stepped on the pool of blood but it had no effect on him. I am sure he has seen a lot of dead bodies and other evil things in his life time. I don’t think he really cared about securing the crime scene. I think he must be a religious or superstitious man because he made the sign of the cross just before he walked away from the corpse. |
Good morning my lovely readers i see yall peeping. LOL Lemme drop this before i rush off. Guys this story is a work in progress and I look forward to constructive criticism. If I call someone corporal instead of sergeant or my bini is off please bring it to my attention. Thanks |
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now this is concoction akara 

