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This is serious.

Good one.

A good story for the movies.

A Nigerian man was stabbed to death in front of his teenage son before the murderer 'walked away calmly'.

Michael Olatunde Fadayomi - known as Tunde - was killed on Thursday in the street after a fight began on a London bus and spilt out onto Willesden Street.

The victim's teenage son desperately tried to intervene as his father was repeatedly stabbed in the footage.

Emergency services were called shortly after 5pm on Thursday, but Tunde died at the scene.
A passenger on the bus who witnessed the tragedy told the Mirror that the suspect stabbed Tunde and then walked away 'without a care in the world'.

He said: "He calmly walked away. It was like nothing happened. He just walked and no one had bothered to go after him. This is a very dangerous man who needs to be taken off the streets before he strikes again."

The witness, who wished to remain anonymous, said the argument started when the suspect accused Tunde's son and his friend of preventing the bus from moving, whereas the vehicle was stationary because it was changing drivers.

"The bus had stopped outside Willesden Garage and the man just kept shouting that he needs to see his mum, and then he started accusing the boys of being the reason why the bus wasn't moving.

"I was on my phone and was thinking ', why is this grown man shouting at these boys'. The boys were trying to calm him down but then he reached into his crotch and pulled out a blade. The boys ran off the bus and one said he was going to get his dad."

The suspect had reportedly come off the bus too but went back on shortly before Tunde boarded and made his way up the stairs.

The witness said: "The dad asked the man why he had troubled his son. They started shouting at each other before the killer took out the knife again and said, 'I want to go and see my mum."

Mobile video footage showed the two men arguing on the top deck before the dad comes off the bus, followed by the suspect.

The witness continued: "They started fist fighting on the street before the man started stabbing the dad. People started screaming and after the dad fell, the knifeman stood in the road with everyone else."

Harrowing video footage shows the two fighting as Tunde is fatally stabbed.

Bystanders can be heard screaming while others try to intervene in the distressing clip circulated on social media.

The witness said he was disgusted by the actions of people who whipped out their phones after Tunde had been stabbed rather than try and help him.

He said: "I was the only one who called the police. We need to change how we use technology and use it sensibly, not stand by and watch a man dying.

"This man died protecting his son. As a father myself, I understand why he confronted his killer, and we would do the same. He did what any decent father did and he lost his life while the killer walked away without a care in the world. He needs to be found and quickly."

A teenager, thought to be Tunde's son, is seen in a video being comforted in the aftermath of the killing.


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Ride on.

Equity without fairness and justice will not work.

Lovely update.

Looking forward to it.

Too bad.


Some moments of unbridled passion can land you in trouble.

Go on.

Cool update.

The state of criminality in our society must be arrested.

Cool.

He was licking between her bum-hole and her honey pot with quick light strokes. Under different circumstances she would have been in ecstasy, but right now her mind was swimming with rage.

Ibrahim leaned over further and his tongue entered her honey pot.

She felt a warm shudder move through her belly. Then as he leaned over more trying to stick his tongue in deeper, she gathered all her strength and pushed as hard as she could. Ibrahim was caught off balance and tumbled head first on to the floor.

Nike jumped up and ran for the door. Ibrahim dove towards her feet and grabbed her ankle. She almost fell, but recovered and turned and kicked him. Her foot glanced off of the side of his face.

Still holding her ankle, Ibrahim pulled himself to his knees and dove into her legs. He wrapped both arms around her legs. Nike bent over and started hitting the back of his head and upper back.

"Let me go. Oh, come on."

Ibrahim pulled himself up trying to deflect her blows. He stood, picking her up over his head. Nike lost her balance and had to hang on to his head to keep from falling.

With the brief respite from the blows, Ibrahim turned and fell on to the bed, once more on top of Nike. This time she was laying on her back.

As she tried to hit him he grabbed her wrist and pinned her arms over her head. Ibrahim noticed his lip was bleeding.

"God you play rough, but that's okay I like it rough. I felt you shudder as my tongue entered you and I am going to make you plead for more."

"Bleep You." Nike spat.

Ibrahim got toed over and grabbed Nike's clothing. Nike knew what coming next and knew if her arms where tied she would be helpless.

She managed to pull one arm free and tried to gouge his eyes.

Ibrahim saw it coming and fell on top of her, so she could not got to his face. As she pounded his back he tied the stocking around the other wrist.

He then gained control of her other arm and tied her wrist together.

Then he pulled her arms over her head and tied the other end of the stocking to the side of the bed. He took the other stocking and tied it around one of her ankles.

He forcibly made her to roll over so she was lying on her stomach and then anchored her ankle to side of the bed. He went through her drawers until he found her other stockings. He took one out and tied it around her other ankle.

He tied her ankle to the side of the bed spreading her legs as wide as he could. Nike was now totally helpless and vulnerable. All she could do was sob.



Too Hot to Handle: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/too_hot_to_handle_18%2B/38633

“I thought I already was,” Dapo said, grinning.

“Small talk,” Ayo answered. “You got a minute?”

“Sure,” he replied. “What’s up?”

“I’ve got to tell you about last night, man,” Ayo said, ushering Dapo into his office.

They took a seat on the couch and Ayo jumped right into his story. “So after we all left Cool Suites, I went down to the Kay’s Bar and decided to have a few more drinks and maybe score.”

“Maybe?” Dapo asked sarcastically. “There is now maybe with you.”

Ayo spread his hands out. “What could I say? I’m a ladies’ man.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Dapo said, grinning.

“You’re just mad cause you got married and all your fun is over,” the other man teases. “Anyway. I grab the attention of this knockout lady with attached hair. We talked a little, you know, the bullshit stuff. Then she dragged me outback and gave me the best Mouth Gig I’ve ever gotten.”

“That’s all that happened?” Dapo asked. “You’re losing your touch.”

“No man,” the other said. “Well, yeah that’s all that happened, but it was enough. And I haven’t lost shit, man. She’s coming here today. She wanted what I got.”

“Nothing good ever came from that statement,” Dapo joked.

“That’s cause you’re not me,” the man replied. “I noticed Precious seemed to be getting a little frisky around the office. You tapping that?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Dapo said defensively.

“Come on, man,” Ayo said, tapping his shoulder. “You could tell me. I sure as hell I’m going to say anything to Patricia about it.”

Dapo’s face reddened slightly. “She came onto me.”

“And you just couldn’t help yourself,” Ayo offered.
“Let’s just say, it was a little unexpected,” Dapo groaned.

“I bet it was,” the other said with a grin.

There was an abrupt knock at the door. A second later it was opened and Precious was stepping inside. “Dapo?” she said almost sultry. “Could I have a word with you, please?”

“Talk about the devil,” Ayo muttered under his breath. The comment was only loud enough to be heard by Dapo. He looked to the young, sexy secretary and smiled. “We were just finishing up. He’s all yours.”

Several minutes later, Ayo and Elizabeth were having private moments. Elizabeth stepped through the doors, holding Ayo’s crouched form from behind.

She smiled to herself and flicked her hair attached back, off her shoulder. “Now that is a position that I like to see a man in,” she said, startling the man, “on his knees.”



The Cheaters: https://m.okadabooks.com/book/about/the_cheaters_18/38813

Nice

What a pity.

RIP to the departed souls.

What a sad news.

RIP to the dead.

Hmn....

Whatever we do today is a story for tomorrow.

Nice update

Again, this is very serious!