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If I understood what had been going on between dad and mom, I would have spoken up before it got to this stage.

Gradually, it unfolded to me why dad always locked me inside my room whenever he started raising his baritone voice on my very fragile mother.

He didn't want me to see that the scary looking wire I once saw under their magnificent bed was what he had been using to design mom's body whenever it pleased him. But I saw it anyway.

I was about five or six when Dad suggested it was time for me to have my own room. It therefore meant that I wouldn't be enjoying the warm cuddling of my parents on their bed anymore.

I had to teach my teddy bears how to cuddle, so they could keep me company in my new room. It wasn't a problem after all, because, I got used to sleeping alone soon.

But then, things began to change gradually in the house. Mom, who was always full of life, became a quiet woman. She only spoke when spoken to.

It looked like she was scared of dad or something. I didn't understand exactly what was going on. Whenever I asked her if everything was alright, she told me everything was fine. But I could bet, she wasn't okay.

The sudden tears that dropped from her eyes while she hugged me one day, told me she was battling with something. Something she felt she could control, but obviously couldn't.

Things began to unfold to me when dad came back one evening. I heard the usual shouting in the sitting room and knew he was at it again.

I knew if I go out there, he'd drag me back to my room as usual and lock me inside. So, I kept mute, tiptoed to the dining, and hid myself behind the door so they won't see me. There, I was able to see everything.

"Honey, but I just asked what kept you out for so long, I was just worried," mom explained, holding her right cheek. Obviously, dad had slapped her before I came out.

"Shut up! I came back from work, exhausted, instead of you to welcome me and give me food to eat, you are asking me stupid questions.

You fool. Your mates are working and helping their husbands financially, but you, all you do is stay at home, eat, become fat and lazy by the day and ask me stupid questions," Dad retorted.

It didn't make sense. How could dad get so mad at mom to the extent of beating her, simply because she asked him why he stayed out late? This wasn't good.

"Was it not you who told me to resign and become a full time house wife so I could take care of your child and the house? Why have I disgust you all of a sudden? Or is there anything you are not telling me?" Mom asked.

For a reply, I saw with my eyes, how dad rushed to the room and came back with the wire. He lashed his own wife carelessly on her back, buttocks, legs and every part of her body he could lay his hands on.

Mom cried, begged and struggled to get away from him, but he had gripped her so firmly that she couldn't move. Sadly, I tiptoed back to my room, locked my door and sobbed all through the night.

I thought Mom was going to talk to someone, probably our pastor so he could advise dad, but she didn't. She didn't even disclose it to her mother who visited during the weekend.

Mom kept telling whoever asked about her marriage life that everything was perfect. She once told one of our church members who came visiting that dad was the best husband ever.

At church, people envied my parents, because Mom was always coming out to testify of how God has blessed her with the most caring and loving husband. People tapped into our blessings without knowing that mom was just covering up to save her marriage.

I thought she was right, because she didn't complain, so, I kept quiet and watched dad advancing from the use of wire to the use of his fists on mom.

This went on till I got back from school one day and met dad and few of our relatives in the sitting room, mourning.

I didn't understand, till dad hugged me and told me that mom mistakenly slided from the staircase and died instantly.

I demanded to see her and was taken to the hospital. There, I saw mom. I wasn't permitted to touch her, but I saw the mark on her neck. It was reddish. Dad had squeezed life out of her while I was away and lied that she fell down.

She had a big injury on her head to justify my dad's claims, but I knew there was more to what he told them. Dad killed mom, but who will believe me?

I am sitting under a canopy, looking at the casket before me and wishing mom could come out and tell the world how she died. But no, she can't come out because she wants to save her marriage.

I'm sure after some months, dad will get married to another woman, forgetting all about my mother and how she kept quiet just to save her marriage. A marriage she couldn't even save at the end.

This is to every woman, facing any kind of domestic violence and keeping quiet all in the name of saving the marriage. Suffering quietly is no way close to the solution of such marriage. Speak up!

What if you die, do you think he won't move on immediately? A man who has the effrontery to raise his hands on you, can kill you. He is a demon in a human body. So, speak up.

I have just one question for our men.
Does a man have the right to beat a woman for whatever reason?


And for the women, what advice would you give to a woman facing domestic violence or what action would you have taken if you were the victim?

This story is knitted based on a true life story.
Writer: Ima Udott
#YourFavouriteStoryTeller

https://www.imaudott.com.ng/p/all-stories-by-ima-udott.html

After an interview which I thought I wasn't worthy of being picked, I was given the job after all. My new job as a teacher in one of the best private schools in town was hectic, but I had to adjust to it because I signed up for it.

After the assembly, I was introduced by the school Principal to S.S.2 class as their new Literature teacher. They were all happy to see me, except for one student who didn't smile nor clap as others did. She gave me a look I couldn't comprehend and went back to fiddling with her pen.

After the Principal left the class, I began my first lecture with them. I asked of their names and got to know that the name of the girl who refused to welcome me was Priscilla.

I also noticed that no matter how I tried to be humorous, Priscilla refused to laugh or be involved in the class activities. She sat alone and obviously had no friend.

What got me really angry with her was that she didn't do my assignments and when I gave a class work, she either had the least or failed everything. I concluded she wasn't intelligent.

Priscilla was fond of sleeping in the class. She didn't talk nor mingle with anyone. During break time, while others rushed out to buy snacks or play, she'd be inside the class, sleeping on her desk.

I developed hatred for her because I disdained dull students. I started flogging her each time she failed the class works I gave them or refused doing her homeworks. But, it didn't change anything. She was indifferent.

Another thing I noticed about her was her lateness to go home after school. Many times, I had met her asleep in an empty class room, after school. With my cane, I had to wake her up and order her to leave the school premises.

One afternoon, after school was over, the Principal had a meeting with the teachers. We finished the meeting in the evening. I didn't know why, but I decided to check the S.S.2 classroom before leaving.

I was shocked to see Priscilla resting her head on her desk. I quickly checked my time, it was 4:32pm and school was over since 2:00pm. I marched into the class angrily and was about to whip her with my cane, but then, another idea came to my mind and I decided for the first time to ask her why she was doing all what she did.

I tapped her on her shoulder and she carried her head up quickly. I realized that she was seriously sobbing. Her eyes were red with tears and her body temperature was high.

She wanted to lower her face down again, but I begged her not to. I brought out my hand towel and began to mop her face. She looked pale and lonely.

I sat beside her and made her rest her head on my shoulder. I assured her that I'd be her friend and would help her if she opened up to me.

She sobbed the more, causing tears to gather in my eyes as well. After much pleas, she began to talk.

"I have been in this school for five years now. I used to be very intelligent in my J.S.S.1 to J.S.S.3 and I never took anything less than first position before. But when I entered S.S.1, things changed. I started deteriorating academically, yet, no teacher cared to know what was wrong with me or why the sudden change.

All they do is flog me when I don't do my assignments, punish me when I fail my classworks and call me names when I sleep in class, forgetting that there were times I used to be their favorite student. There were times I never slept for once in the class. There were times my assignments and classworks were the best and there were times I was always nominated to represent the entire school in outstanding competitions and always returned as the winner.

But now, none of them care to know why I dropped drastically. They were so fast to choose another representative since I am no longer intelligent. They've never cared to ask me why," Priscilla said, still crying.

"I'm so sorry Priscilla. I should have asked you, but I concluded that you're one of the dull students and started flogging you without caring to know what you've been passing through. Please forgive me," I said.

She looked at me for a while, then put her face down and said

"I should have been in the hospital this evening to abort my father's third child, but I can't go, because I feel I won't survive this one. My mother died while I was writing my J.S.S.3 examinations. After her burial, my father started sleeping with me. He threatened to kill me if I opened up to anyone.

I got pregnant the very first time he slept with me and he made me abort it. This automatically affected my academics because I lose interest in reading. I went through pains but pretended to be fine.

When I entered S.S.1, he got me pregnant again. He made me abort the pregnancy and I almost died in the process. My father did not care, he kept sleeping with me. I became very reserved and lose interest in everything because I was dying within me. I needed to talk to someone, but I was too scared. I became scared of going back home, after school because of my father, but no teacher cared to understand, they always shout at me to leave the school premises.

I missed my period last week and I told him about it. He got me a test strip which showed that I was pregnant again. He told me that after school today, he'd be taking me to the usual place for abortion, that is why I am here. I am only telling you because you promised to be my friend and help me, so, I need your help. I don't want to die," She concluded, still sobbing.

I was short of words. I then realized that it was God who made me get this job, even though I didn't merit it, so that I could help the girl and expose her father.

I took her to my apartment, gave her food and drugs to take so that her temperature could return to normality. Then, without wasting time, I took her to a police station and she told the DPO everything she told me.

Without delay, her father was brought to the police station. He happened to be a prominent man in the society. As expected, he denied the accusation, but after enough drilling, he admitted everything his daughter said and added that it was the devil who pushed him to do it.

Though he was arrested and given a befitting punishment, but Priscilla died in the process of giving birth to her father's child. The baby died as well. This was because, even though I took care of her the best way I could, she was emotionally drained. The thought of having her father's child made her have complications during the labour and sadly, she couldn't make it.

If there was a teacher whom she could confide in, the first time her father started sleeping with her, the situation wouldn't have been that complicated, perhaps, she would have been saved. But no one cared to know what was going on with her till it became too late.

This is to every teacher out there, your duty isn't just to teach, but to develop a good relationship between you and your students. Sometimes, flogging them isn't just the best option. Try talking to them and making them trust you so that they can open up to you. Some children are going through hell.

Observe your students and be their friend, by doing so, you can save a child from an ugly situation. Not just in school, but anywhere you find yourself, try and make friends with children. It's not everytime that cane can correct, sometimes, your good relationship with them can correct a lot of wrongs that cane cannot correct.

Please don't hesitate to open up if you are made to go through an incestuous relationship or any kind of sexual abuse. You have a bright future and shouldn't let anyone to kill your dreams. Speak up and live, rather than dying in silence.

This is a true life story, narrated by a teacher and written by Ima Udott,
#YourFavouriteStoryTeller.

After an interview which I thought I wasn't worthy of being picked, I was given the job after all. My new job as a teacher in one of the best private schools in town was hectic, but I had to adjust to it because I signed up for it.

After the assembly, I was introduced by the school Principal to S.S.2 class as their new Literature teacher. They were all happy to see me, except for one student who didn't smile nor clap as others did. She gave me a look I couldn't comprehend and went back to fiddling with her pen.

After the Principal left the class, I began my first lecture with them. I asked of their names and got to know that the name of the girl who refused to welcome me was Priscilla.

I also noticed that no matter how I tried to be humorous, Priscilla refused to laugh or be involved in the class activities. She sat alone and obviously had no friend.

What got me really angry with her was that she didn't do my assignments and when I gave a class work, she either had the least or failed everything. I concluded she wasn't intelligent.

Priscilla was fond of sleeping in the class. She didn't talk nor mingle with anyone. During break time, while others rushed out to buy snacks or play, she'd be inside the class, sleeping on her desk.

I developed hatred for her because I disdained dull students. I started flogging her each time she failed the class works I gave them or refused doing her homeworks. But, it didn't change anything. She was indifferent.

Another thing I noticed about her was her lateness to go home after school. Many times, I had met her asleep in an empty class room, after school. With my cane, I had to wake her up and order her to leave the school premises.

One afternoon, after school was over, the Principal had a meeting with the teachers. We finished the meeting in the evening. I didn't know why, but I decided to check the S.S.2 classroom before leaving.

I was shocked to see Priscilla resting her head on her desk. I quickly checked my time, it was 4:32pm and school was over since 2:00pm. I marched into the class angrily and was about to whip her with my cane, but then, another idea came to my mind and I decided for the first time to ask her why she was doing all what she did.

I tapped her on her shoulder and she carried her head up quickly. I realized that she was seriously sobbing. Her eyes were red with tears and her body temperature was high.

She wanted to lower her face down again, but I begged her not to. I brought out my hand towel and began to mop her face. She looked pale and lonely.

I sat beside her and made her rest her head on my shoulder. I assured her that I'd be her friend and would help her if she opened up to me.

She sobbed the more, causing tears to gather in my eyes as well. After much pleas, she began to talk.

"I have been in this school for five years now. I used to be very intelligent in my J.S.S.1 to J.S.S.3 and I never took anything less than first position before. But when I entered S.S.1, things changed. I started deteriorating academically, yet, no teacher cared to know what was wrong with me or why the sudden change.

All they do is flog me when I don't do my assignments, punish me when I fail my classworks and call me names when I sleep in class, forgetting that there were times I used to be their favorite student. There were times I never slept for once in the class. There were times my assignments and classworks were the best and there were times I was always nominated to represent the entire school in outstanding competitions and always returned as the winner.

But now, none of them care to know why I dropped drastically. They were so fast to choose another representative since I am no longer intelligent. They've never cared to ask me why," Priscilla said, still crying.

"I'm so sorry Priscilla. I should have asked you, but I concluded that you're one of the dull students and started flogging you without caring to know what you've been passing through. Please forgive me," I said.

She looked at me for a while, then put her face down and said

"I should have been in the hospital this evening to abort my father's third child, but I can't go, because I feel I won't survive this one. My mother died while I was writing my J.S.S.3 examinations. After her burial, my father started sleeping with me. He threatened to kill me if I opened up to anyone.

I got pregnant the very first time he slept with me and he made me abort it. This automatically affected my academics because I lose interest in reading. I went through pains but pretended to be fine.

When I entered S.S.1, he got me pregnant again. He made me abort the pregnancy and I almost died in the process. My father did not care, he kept sleeping with me. I became very reserved and lose interest in everything because I was dying within me. I needed to talk to someone, but I was too scared. I became scared of going back home, after school because of my father, but no teacher cared to understand, they always shout at me to leave the school premises.

I missed my period last week and I told him about it. He got me a test strip which showed that I was pregnant again. He told me that after school today, he'd be taking me to the usual place for abortion, that is why I am here. I am only telling you because you promised to be my friend and help me, so, I need your help. I don't want to die," She concluded, still sobbing.

I was short of words. I then realized that it was God who made me get this job, even though I didn't merit it, so that I could help the girl and expose her father.

I took her to my apartment, gave her food and drugs to take so that her temperature could return to normality. Then, without wasting time, I took her to a police station and she told the DPO everything she told me.

Without delay, her father was brought to the police station. He happened to be a prominent man in the society. As expected, he denied the accusation, but after enough drilling, he admitted everything his daughter said and added that it was the devil who pushed him to do it.

Though he was arrested and given a befitting punishment, but Priscilla died in the process of giving birth to her father's child. The baby died as well. This was because, even though I took care of her the best way I could, she was emotionally drained. The thought of having her father's child made her have complications during the labour and sadly, she couldn't make it.

If there was a teacher whom she could confide in, the first time her father started sleeping with her, the situation wouldn't have been that complicated, perhaps, she would have been saved. But no one cared to know what was going on with her till it became too late.

This is to every teacher out there, your duty isn't just to teach, but to develop a good relationship between you and your students. Sometimes, flogging them isn't just the best option. Try talking to them and making them trust you so that they can open up to you. Some children are going through hell.

Observe your students and be their friend, by doing so, you can save a child from an ugly situation. Not just in school, but anywhere you find yourself, try and make friends with children. It's not everytime that cane can correct, sometimes, your good relationship with them can correct a lot of wrongs that cane cannot correct.

Please don't hesitate to open up if you are made to go through an incestuous relationship or any kind of sexual abuse. You have a bright future and shouldn't let anyone to kill your dreams. Speak up and live, rather than dying in silence.

This is a true life story, narrated by a teacher and written by Ima Udott,
#YourFavouriteStoryTeller.

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For those who attended private secondary schools, you may likely not understand the story I'm about to share because na ajebutters wey una be.

All my fellow ajekpakos wey follow me attend correct ajekpako public schools, make una gather here make I yarn una tory wey I experience for eleven eleven (November 11).

Though my sister who was in J.S.S.2 by then had told me of the experiences I might have during this period, I didn't take it as anything. I was in J.S.S.1 and I believed I'd be pampered by the senior students, just as our teachers pampered us when we first arrived.

That morning when I arrived school, na so one senior student shout "Ufa ewa (new dog) come here". The thing vex me enh. I know say I be new student, but e no mean say I be dog naw.

Na so I carry my head up, bounce enter class like say I no hear her. Immediately after assembly, this same senior with her three friends came straight to my class.

She told everyone to kneel down, and I wondered what we did wrong. The annoying thing be say, during this period, e dey like say teachers no dey sabi road to classes again because all the teachers go dey for staff room dey chill, while the senior students go dey punish us up and down.

As we kneel down, na so the babe point me say make I come out, say she wan send me special errand. Fada lowd, my heart skipped. I waka go reach wey she dey, na so this demon get mind comot one kobo coin put for my hand say make I go buy four plates of rice with meats and fish (for her and her friends), four cans of malt (malt wey be 150 naira each), one carton of digestive biscuit (those 50 naira ones, imagine), a pack of lollipop sweet, four ball pen, one bag of sachet water (ode, na me dem wan use build their entire generation), four pieces of meat pie and then, I should bring back five hundred naira change.

Oshey, I don turn to magician who can change one kobo to one million �
They told me to take off my sandals and walk barefooted to the school canteen. I took off my shoes, got the one kobo from the evil spirit and left.

While I was away, they started flogging my classmates and telling them they want to help them cut off their tails so that they'd become full time students and no more new dogs.

While walking on, I saw in other classes how the senior students made the junior ones to do frog jump. I saw a boy walking on his knees and hands and barking like a dog. He kept shouting "I'm a dog" then barked. I knew it was the handwork of the senior students. I couldn't help but laugh, forgetting my own wahala awaiting me.

When I saw some group of students in the open field, crawling and bleating like a goat, I knew their shepherds were the senior students. I almost stopped to stare at them, but when I stepped into a smelly mud, my stinking feet reminded me that my sandals in the class were awaiting my arrival.

I got to the canteen and realized I wasn't the only victim, other junior students were hovering around, crying because they were sent on the same errand.

I asked one of them what she was sent to buy. She told me the senior didn't give her any money, but rather, asked her to come and get everything in the canteen to her, then I sat down and began to laugh really hard.

I quickly thought of what to do. If I decide to take the school gate and escape, the yeye gateman would not allow me till it was closing time. Then, I suddenly remembered the bush track that the old students normally take to escape being seen or flogged for coming late. (If you been attend public school wey no get bush tracks, e mean say na semi-private school you been dey attend)

But then, there was a very long fence that I'd jump if I have to take the bush track. I wondered how the other students normally scaled the fence.

I thought of my school bag and sandals in the class, but the thought of a fine girl like me being flogged and humiliated before the entire class, especially before my crush gave me the strength to change my plan of going back to the class.

I left the canteen and headed to the bush track. I dey waka majestically, I no know say soldier ants don dey follow me waka majestically on top my legs, till I hear some kind bites for my toes wey make me begin dey run like mad woman. Even soldier ants follow do eleven eleven.

Okay, I ran and finally got to the fence. That was where I remembered that my skirt was very tight. I pulled it up and mounted the fence. I had series of scratches on my body, but I didn't pay attention to them, I just wanted to get out of the school premises successfully before thinking of anything.

I stood on the fence and said a brief prayer, before landing like a mountain of fufu on the other side of the fence. Yes I landed successfully, but my skirt didn't land well, it bursted �

I was almost getting out of the bush when my left foot stepped on something cold and yucky. I withdrew my leg in slow motion and realized I had stepped on feces. Oh crap!!!

I managed to get to the house with my torn skirt and disgusting feet. My mom who was surprised to see me home that early, asked me what happened.

People of God, after narrating everything to her so she could pity me, she told me my sister passed through the same thing when she was in J.S.S.1 but didn't run and leave her sandals and school bag. She started reminding me of how much she bought the sandals, school bag and books. Na so she kukuma stitch my skirt, tell me make I wear slippers, run reach school before she open her eyes.

Na so fine girl take go back school go dey bark like dog inside class after enough beatings. But thank goodness my crush didn't uncrush on me�, cos wetin I for do those evil spirits wey call themselves seniors enh, e for shock all of them inside this fictional story. ��

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Written by Ima Udott,
#YourFavouriteStoryTeller

Susan had just finished having her brunch when Raymond and Timaro arrived her house as scheduled.

After a brief introduction, Raymond, without wasting time went straight to the point while Timaro brought out her recorder and began to record the conversation.

Raymond and Timaro sat adjacent to Susan. The sitting room was well furnished with some beautiful pictures of Susan and her late husband. Timaro fixed her eyes on the pictures while Raymond focused on Susan.

"Once again, good afternoon Mrs Susan George. I'm sorry about the incident, we will surely get to the root of this. During our phone conversation, I wasn't able to get as much information as I needed from you, even though I received your file, that's why I decided to come here so we could start up something immediately. We shall be visiting you from time to time to get more information from you and as well update you on whatever outcome we get in the course of the investigation" Raymond said.

"You are always welcome. I promise to cooperate with you as much as I can," Susan assured him.

"Good. Can you once again tell me in details, how it all happened?" Raymond asked.

Susan sat upright, looking pale. Her eyes began to blink, a kind of invitation of tears to stand by, so that she could pour them out when she needed to.

"We were supposed to lodge in a hotel after our wedding, but Richard insisted we spent the night here, since we were both very exhausted after the wedding, then move to the hotel the next day and stay for two weeks for our honeymoon," she paused, looked at Raymond briefly and continued.

"At about 11:30 that night, the generator went off. It was unusual because Richard had filled the tank earlier. He went out to check what was wrong with it, while I was in the bedoom.

I waited for almost ten minutes, Richard didn't come back, neither did he turn on the generator, so, I decided to go check what was wrong, only for me to meet three masked men in the sitting room, pointing their guns at Richard whom they made to kneel down and lift his hands up.

As soon as they saw me, one of them dragged me to where Richard was and pointed the gun on me as well. They demanded for the money and all the gifts we got during our wedding, and without hesitation, my husband directed them to the room so they could get them and spare us.

They packed everything into the car that Richard's father gifted us on our wedding day and some into the car they came with. Just as we thought they'd leave, one of them told me to take off my nightie. Richard and I begged him not to rape me, but he wouldn't listen, instead, he threatened to kill me if I didn't comply. Right in front of my husband, he raped me.

Richard couldn't take it anymore. Not minding the guns pointed at him, he pounced on the guy and they shot him dead. Immediately after they killed my husband, they ran away with our car, money and all our wedding gifts," She concluded in tears.

Timaro shook her head sadly, while Raymond stood up angrily and paced the sitting room, just as he had been doing in his house.

"So sorry Ma'am, please can you describe the car that was stolen?" Timaro asked.

"You must be very stupid. Didn't you see it included in the file she gave to us?" Raymond attacked Timaro. He had made up his mind not to involve her in the investigation, aside from letting her follow him, which he accepted because Sergeant Simon compelled him to.

"Didn't she also include what she just finished telling you in the file? Why did you ask her again?" Timaro fired back. She did not know where she got the guts from but she had decided not to let Raymond intimidate or make her feel useless this time around. She was fully ready for him, unlike the previous investigations that she allowed him insult her whenever he liked.

"You both should stop the argument, it is not helping me. My husband's father gifted us with a brand new 2021 Toyota RAV4 Prime with plates number AL21 DEG," Susan said.

"Aren't you going to ask her about the description of the other gifts that were also made away?" Raymond asked Timaro with a tone of sarcasm. Timaro ignored him and nodded to Susan's description.

"2021 Toyota RAV4 Prime is a very recent car, not many people own it," Timaro began with all seriousness, "I'm thinking we should meet the Divisional Police Officer to mandate his men to embark on a thorough stop-and-search investigation. The focus should be on this particular brand of car.

There's a possibility that the plates have been changed, but it will take them at least two or more weeks to change the driver's license and today makes it five days after the incident, they haven't changed it yet" Timaro concluded. She had used her two hands to demonstrate her points while explaining.

"What if the car has been deported for sale?" Susan asked.

"Well, we don't know yet till we try," Timaro replied.

Raymond liked Timaro's suggestion, but pretended it wasn't of importance, even though he later bought the idea.

"We need to see the DPO," Raymond said, looking at Susan, "we'll get back to you later," he told her before he left with Timaro.

Susan buried her face down and began to sob again. She needed someone around to comfort her and the only person she could think of was her best friend, Amalia. She had promised to come stay with her till the investigation was over, but she still didn't show up.

Susan picked up her phone and as she was about dialing Amalia's number, the door bell rang. Before she could get the door, it flung open and Amalia catwalked inside with a big pink box, looking all classy.

"I'm so sorry Friendie, I should have been here yesterday, but I had an emergency meeting to attend," Amalia said, hugging Susan.

"It's fine Friendie, I'm glad you are here now" Susan replied.

Susan showed Amalia to a big bedroom. She sat on the soft bed while Amalia took off her clothes and shoes and wore a black polo with a short rag jeans. She looked tired.

"You should eat and get some rest before any other thing," Susan said, standing up.

"You're right, I'm famished. I don't need to ask you what you have in the kitchen, I'll take care of myself. Just come and keep me company" Amalia said, following Susan to the big kitchen.

After eating, the two ladies talked at length about Richard's death. Susan updated Amalia on the investigation that Raymond and Timaro were embarking on.

"Friendie, I am so sorry for everything. I really wish you were able to see the face of that particular one that raped you, it would have been easier to trace them all," Amalia said.

"I wish I did, but I couldn't. He was masked. I couldn't even open my eyes to behold another man defiling me before my husband on my wedding night. A night I was supposed to enjoy with my husband"

Amalia shook her head in sympathy. She had a quick recall of the night. After her best friend's wedding, of which she was her chief bride's maid, she had left with Fabian, Richard's best man to a hotel where they lodged and had fun together the whole night. She didn't regret making out with him because she had had a crush on him, even before the wedding.

The next morning, they both had the greatest shock of their lives after Susan called and told them of the incident that happened the previous night.

At some point, Amalia wished she didn't leave her best friend, but she had to because Susan was starting a new life with her husband. She and Fabian were done playing their roles during the wedding ceremony, so they needed to catch some fun and let the latest couple have some privacy.

"I strongly believe that those demons will soon be caught. I can't wait to lay my eyes, hands and heels on them. Heartless animals!" Amalia said, looking angry.

"What about Fabian? Haven't seen him since you both left that day, though he called me after he heard about the incident" Susan said.

"He should have been here. In fact, he should have been the one to drop me, but he traveled to the village after he got a call that his mother was very sick. Once he returns, he promised to come see you. I'm sorry on his behalf"

"It's fine. So, you guys are now a pair?"

Amalia chuckled "I don't know what he really wants yet, though I'm head over heels in love with him"

"Awwn Friendie, I'm so happy that you have finally allowed yourself to fall in love, after many years of living an indaboskian life"

Amalia smiled. "I hope we both want the same thing, because I don't want to be led on"

"Just give him some time, I believe he will do the needful" Susan assured her.

"Thanks Friendie. How about your In-laws, have they visited yet?"

"Yes, they visited twice. His mom hasn't still gotten over the shock. I'm sure she cries everyday, just like I do because the last time they visited, she looked very lean. Her eyes were swollen. We'll be having a family meeting regarding Richard's death here on Sunday evening. I'm glad you're here so you'll help me with the dishes"

"It's fine, Friendie. I'll do anything to get you back to your normal self. I can't wait for this phase to pass away, it's a really sad one"

Suddenly, Amalia's phone beeped. She looked at the phone, took permission from Susan and hurried to her room.

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A hungry man definitely is an angry man, but the moment he is finally able to satisfy his famished stomach, his anger quenches as well and he goes back to the cool or lively being he once was. He is gratified.

This is different for a restless man because he doesn't need food to satisfy him, rather, a solution with enough proofs and evidences to back it up is a complete diet for him. With that, his mind will be at peace. This is what Detective Raymond was going through at the moment.

Raymond paced up and down his magnificent sitting room with his two hands jointly behind. He didn't mind the constant 'cruuu' rumble, made by his stomach as a reminder that the worms were mad at him for starving them that long. His mind was far away from food.

He walked back to his table where some papers scattered all over it stared back at him, reminding him his reason for his restlessness. He lowered himself once more on the couch, took hold on one of the papers and began to read it as if it was his first time of seeing it.

This was the toughest investigation he had ever embarked on. He wished Susan was able to see the faces of the hoodlums who killed her husband, it would have made the work a lot easier for him.

"But how could they be this heartless? Did they have to do it on their wedding night?" Raymond asked himself.

His eyes fell on the wall clock. It was some minutes after 2am. He needed to catch some sleep if he must get to Susan's apartment on time. He still had a lot of questions to ask her.

"Poor lady, such a terrible honeymoon for her. I must get to the root of this crime" he said before sluggishly climbing the long stairs to his big bedroom. Raymond didn't bother taking off his clothes and shoes, he was too tired, so, he fell on his bed like a log of wood and slept off instantly.

*******

A sudden spank on the table got Timaro flinching on her feet as if a cold water was poured on her head. She had slept off again in the office.

"Seems you still do not understand what you signed up for in this office." Raymond said, looking at her angrily.

"I'm sorry sir, I had a terrible_"

"Hush it there. What do you even do aside from sleeping? Have you ever investigated a case and come back with an authentic proof or something impressive? No! You keep messing up all the assignments given to you because of your carelessness. I don't know why you were hired here in the first place because personally, if I had the power, I would have had you sacked a long time ago" Raymond said, after which he left for Sergeant Simon's office.

Timaro rolled her eye balls in her usual carefree manner, she was used to Detective Raymond's naggings. She stood up and walked to Chika's table.

"I tried signalling you that he had arrived, but you were too deeply asleep. What if he is finally able to convince the Sergeant to sack you? I hope you know that after Sergeant Simon, he is next in command and he is very good at what he does," Chika said in a whisper.

"That is why he isn't Sergeant Simon and will never be because he is too mean and unfriendly. He is too serious about virtually everything. He doesn't even have a single sense of humor like Sergeant Simon. Ever since he was transferred here, I lost my freedom and he never sees anything good in whatever I do. He underrates me. I don't ever wish to work with him again after my last experience with him. I'd rather work with Detective Dan, at least, he appreciates my efforts" Timaro replied.

"Whatever. Just be careful, I don't want you to get into anymore trouble. Try and stay off his way too" Chika said, before burying her face on the laptop in front of her.

Timaro made a face before she walked back to her seat. Still feeling sleepy, she connected her earpiece to her system, plugged the caps on her two ears and began to play her specially selected songs and nodding her head. It erased the sleep off her eyes.


"Good morning my special agent," Sergeant Simon said to Raymond who didn't look happy.

"Good morning Sergeant. I must say, I am not impressed by what I'm seeing. I mean, you let these guys relax too much and it's not good. Dan and the rest are at least trying their best, but Timaro is something else. She doesn't deserve to work here" Raymond complained.

Simon knew Raymond to be his best detective but that didn't mean he had the right to make decisions for him. Though he had a point about Timaro being careless because on different occasions, she had messed up things for them because of her carefree lifestyle, but he couldn't just sack her like that. She was smart, friendly, bold and could fight, these particular attributes could help them someday.

"My special agent," Simon began, "I know you've had another bad night because of the critical case we are yet to uncover, but then, you shouldn't transfer the anger on Timaro. I know she could be a dick sometimes, but whatever made her acceptable here in the first place will help us someday in this office" Simon said.

"You really do believe in that girl. I wouldn't want to work with her in this particular assignment before she messes up things for me again, like she did in the last case. A girl who talks too much is capable of giving out vital information which is supposed to be a top secret and she did exactly that in our last assignment, that was why we lost the case" Raymond said.

"We both know that she was trying to help us. Detective Raymond, I need you to learn to be friendly with these guys. The fact that they all work under you doesn't mean they do not have potentials. They're all good in their own different ways and it is left for you to see the good in them. Someday, I will be transferred to another sector and you will be promoted to the position of a Sergeant and will have to make orders and have the overall control over them. Tell me, is this how you are going to handle them?"

"Sergeant, you are saying_"

"I'm saying," Simon cut in "you should learn to appreciate their efforts and correct them when they go wrong. As a good leader, you should be able to train them to be like you and not have all the knowledge to yourself. It will help them to become better detectives" concluded Simon.

"Alright Sergeant. About Susan's case," Raymond changed the topic, "I received the letter and files yesterday morning and I was able to contact her, but there's no clue about the culprits because they were masked. So, I will be going to her apartment this morning for more questionings, I believe she will remember something, anything to get us started" Raymond said in his usual very serious manner.

"Alright my special agent. I know this particular one is tough, but I am counting on you to surprise me the way you have always surprised me. There's just one problem" Simon said, taking off his glasses.

"What's that?" Raymond inquired

"You already know that Detective Mfon is on leave while Dan and Chika have a case to investigate on. Detective Kingsley is on a special duty and Modupe was tagged along, so__"

"Wait. Are you saying the only person left to work with me is Timaro?"

"Exactly my point. She is the only one left and you know you really need an assistant because this case is very critical"

"I'd rather work alone because she'll be as useless as a used condom. The problem at hand is big enough, I don't need any more problem tagged to me" Raymond said, standing up.

"Inasmuch as I respect you, Detective Raymond, I wouldn't want to remind you of the position I hold. In case you have forgotten, you are under me, which means that I have the authority to choose anyone to work with you. And as long as this case is concerned, Timaro is working with you, whether you like it or not. Have a good day, Raymond" Simon said, wearing back his glasses.

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For those who attended private secondary schools, you may likely not understand the story I'm about to share because na ajebutters wey una be.

All my fellow ajekpakos wey follow me attend correct ajekpako public schools, make una gather here make I yarn una tory wey I experience for eleven eleven (November 11).

Though my sister who was in J.S.S.2 by then had told me of the experiences I might have during this period, I didn't take it as anything. I was in J.S.S.1 and I believed I'd be pampered by the senior students, just as our teachers pampered us when we first arrived.

That morning when I arrived school, na so one senior student shout "Ufa ewa (new dog) come here". The thing vex me enh. I know say I be new student, but e no mean say I be dog naw.

Na so I carry my head up, bounce enter class like say I no hear her. Immediately after assembly, this same senior with her three friends came straight to my class.

She told everyone to kneel down, and I wondered what we did wrong. The annoying thing be say, during this period, e dey like say teachers no dey sabi road to classes again because all the teachers go dey for staff room dey chill, while the senior students go dey punish us up and down.

As we kneel down, na so the babe point me say make I come out, say she wan send me special errand. Fada lowd, my heart skipped. I waka go reach wey she dey, na so this demon get mind comot one kobo coin put for my hand say make I go buy four plates of rice with meats and fish (for her and her friends), four cans of malt (malt wey be 150 naira each), one carton of digestive biscuit (those 50 naira ones, imagine), a pack of lollipop sweet, four ball pen, one bag of sachet water (ode, na me dem wan use build their entire generation), four pieces of meat pie and then, I should bring back five hundred naira change.

Oshey, I don turn to magician who can change one kobo to one million �
They told me to take off my sandals and walk barefooted to the school canteen. I took off my shoes, got the one kobo from the evil spirit and left.

While I was away, they started flogging my classmates and telling them they want to help them cut off their tails so that they'd become full time students and no more new dogs.

While walking on, I saw in other classes how the senior students made the junior ones to do frog jump. I saw a boy walking on his knees and hands and barking like a dog. He kept shouting "I'm a dog" then barked. I knew it was the handwork of the senior students. I couldn't help but laugh, forgetting my own wahala awaiting me.

When I saw some group of students in the open field, crawling and bleating like a goat, I knew their shepherds were the senior students. I almost stopped to stare at them, but when I stepped into a smelly mud, my stinking feet reminded me that my sandals in the class were awaiting my arrival.

I got to the canteen and realized I wasn't the only victim, other junior students were hovering around, crying because they were sent on the same errand.

I asked one of them what she was sent to buy. She told me the senior didn't give her any money, but rather, asked her to come and get everything in the canteen to her, then I sat down and began to laugh really hard.

I quickly thought of what to do. If I decide to take the school gate and escape, the yeye gateman would not allow me till it was closing time. Then, I suddenly remembered the bush track that the old students normally take to escape being seen or flogged for coming late. (If you been attend public school wey no get bush tracks, e mean say na semi-private school you been dey attend)

But then, there was a very long fence that I'd jump if I have to take the bush track. I wondered how the other students normally scaled the fence.

I thought of my school bag and sandals in the class, but the thought of a fine girl like me being flogged and humiliated before the entire class, especially before my crush gave me the strength to change my plan of going back to the class.

I left the canteen and headed to the bush track. I dey waka majestically, I no know say soldier ants don dey follow me waka majestically on top my legs, till I hear some kind bites for my toes wey make me begin dey run like mad woman. Even soldier ants follow do eleven eleven.

Okay, I ran and finally got to the fence. That was where I remembered that my skirt was very tight...

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A hungry man definitely is an angry man, but the moment he is finally able to satisfy his famished stomach, his anger quenches as well and he goes back to the cool or lively being he once was. He is gratified.

This is different for a restless man because he doesn't need food to satisfy him, rather, a solution with enough proofs and evidences to back it up is a complete diet for him. With that, his mind will be at peace. This is what Detective Raymond was going through at the moment.

Raymond paced up and down his magnificent sitting room with his two hands jointly behind. He didn't mind the constant 'cruuu' rumble, made by his stomach as a reminder that the worms were mad at him for starving them that long. His mind was far away from food.

He walked back to his table where some papers scattered all over it stared back at him, reminding him his reason for his restlessness. He lowered himself once more on the couch, took hold on one of the papers and began to read it as if it was his first time of seeing it.

This was the toughest investigation he had ever embarked on. He wished Susan was able to see the faces of the hoodlums who killed her husband, it would have made the work a lot easier for him.

"But how could they be this heartless? Did they have to do it on their wedding night?" Raymond asked himself.

His eyes fell on the wall clock. It was some minutes after 2am. He needed to catch some sleep if he must get to Susan's apartment on time. He still had a lot of questions to ask her.

"Poor lady, such a terrible honeymoon for her. I must get to the root of this crime" he said before sluggishly climbing the long stairs to his big bedroom. Raymond didn't bother taking off his clothes and shoes, he was too tired, so, he fell on his bed like a log of wood and slept off instantly.

*******

A sudden spank on the table got Timaro flinching on her feet as if a cold water was poured on her head. She had slept off again in the office.

"Seems you still do not understand what you signed up for in this office." Raymond said, looking at her angrily.

"I'm sorry sir, I had a terrible_"

"Hush it there. What do you even do aside from sleeping? Have you ever investigated a case and come back with an authentic proof or something impressive? No! You keep messing up all the assignments given to you because of your carelessness. I don't know why you were hired here in the first place because personally, if I had the power, I would have had you sacked a long time ago" Raymond said, after which he left for Sergeant Simon's office.

Timaro rolled her eye balls in her usual carefree manner, she was used to Detective Raymond's naggings. She stood up and walked to Chika's table.

"I tried signalling you that he had arrived, but you were too deeply asleep. What if he is finally able to convince the Sergeant to sack you? I hope you know that after Sergeant Simon, he is next in command and he is very good at what he does," Chika said in a whisper.

"That is why he isn't Sergeant Simon and will never be because he is too mean and unfriendly. He is too serious about virtually everything. He doesn't even have a single sense of humor like Sergeant Simon. Ever since he was transferred here, I lost my freedom and he never sees anything good in whatever I do. He underrates me. I don't ever wish to work with him again after my last experience with him. I'd rather work with Detective Dan, at least, he appreciates my efforts" Timaro replied.

"Whatever. Just be careful, I don't want you to get into anymore trouble. Try and stay off his way too" Chika said, before burying her face on the laptop in front of her.

Timaro made a face before she walked back to her seat. Still feeling sleepy, she connected her earpiece to her system, plugged the caps on her two ears and began to play her specially selected songs and nodding her head. It erased the sleep off her eyes.


"Good morning my special agent," Sergeant Simon said to Raymond who didn't look happy.

"Good morning Sergeant. I must say, I am not impressed by what I'm seeing. I mean, you let these guys relax too much and it's not good. Dan and the rest are at least trying their best, but Timaro is something else. She doesn't deserve to work here" Raymond complained.

Simon knew Raymond to be his best detective but that didn't mean he had the right to make decisions for him. Though he had a point about Timaro being careless because on different occasions, she had messed up things for them because of her carefree lifestyle, but he couldn't just sack her like that. She was smart, friendly, bold and could fight, these particular attributes could help them someday.

"My special agent," Simon began, "I know you've had another bad night because of the critical case we are yet to uncover, but then, you shouldn't transfer the anger on Timaro. I know she could be a dick sometimes, but whatever made her acceptable here in the first place will help us someday in this office" Simon said.

"You really do believe in that girl. I wouldn't want to work with her in this particular assignment before she messes up things for me again, like she did in the last case. A girl who talks too much is capable of giving out vital information which is supposed to be a top secret and she did exactly that in our last assignment, that was why we lost the case" Raymond said.

"We both know that she was trying to help us. Detective Raymond, I need you to learn to be friendly with these guys. The fact that they all work under you doesn't mean they do not have potentials. They're all good in their own different ways and it is left for you to see the good in them. Someday, I will be transferred to another sector and you will be promoted to the position of a Sergeant and will have to make orders and have the overall control over them. Tell me, is this how you are going to handle them?"

"Sergeant, you are saying_"

"I'm saying," Simon cut in "you should learn to appreciate their efforts and correct them when they go wrong. As a good leader, you should be able to train them to be like you and not have all the knowledge to yourself. It will help them to become better detectives" concluded Simon.

"Alright Sergeant. About Susan's case," Raymond changed the topic, "I received the letter and files yesterday morning and I was able to contact her, but there's no clue about the culprits because they were masked. So, I will be going to her apartment this morning for more questionings, I believe she will remember something, anything to get us started" Raymond said in his usual very serious manner.

"Alright my special agent. I know this particular one is tough, but I am counting on you to surprise me the way you have always surprised me. There's just one problem" Simon said, taking off his glasses.

"What's that?" Raymond inquired

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Kelvin halted abruptly, waited for the lady to finish ranting before he coldly said "Shift away from my car."

"Is that how your mother taught you to apologize to a lady?" She asked, still resting on the car "Because I am not moving from here if you don't apologize to me for blocking my car and wasting my time here."

"Really? Watch me." Kelvin hated being dared. He marched into his car, forgetting that he came with Tony, inserted the key and was about to drive, which if he did, the lady in front of his car would have been stepped on, but another young lady ran to his side, pleading with her hands and almost kneeling down for him to stop the car.

Kelvin would not have listened to the begging lady, but something about her drew his attention.

He turned off the engine, came down from the car to see why a lady is pleading on behalf of another lady.

"Oga, please don't do it. If anything happens to her, I am dead. Please just apologize to her so that she will let you go, please." The lady said.

Kelvin noticed that the lady in front of him looked very unkempt and dressed like a housemaid.

His heart melted all of a sudden and he was almost forced to ask her who she was, but since it wasn't any of his business, he walked past her to the sophisticated lady who was still resting on his car, looked her in disgust and said

"I'm sorry for parking carelessly and blocking your car, but know that I would never have done this, if not for that lady."

He looked at the unkempt lady who now came over and said "Thank you oga, God bless you.

"Will you come and carry these things to the car before I descend on you, you daughter of a nobody!" The sophisticated lady said to the unkempt lady, who ran to where she was and carried the bags she had dropped on the ground to the car.

The sophisticated lady then left the front of Kelvin's car and walked up to Kelvin.

"You are very lucky to have used your sense just in time because if your car had scratched me, you would have tasted the wrath of my father.
In case you didn't know who I am..." She was interrupted by Tony who rushed up to where she and Kelvin were.

"Oh my God! Look at who we have here! Princess Sharon, I'm so honoured to meet you. I've been stalking you on Facebook and Instagram." Tony said in bewilderment.

He turned to Kelvin who was already tired of the scene.

"Guy, don't tell me you don't know Princess Sharon, the only daughter of King Babatunde, the richest King in this land"

"Good for her. Tony, let's go, I have something very important to catch up with." Kelvin said uninterested, and walked past them into the car.

"He is too saucy, but I like him. Here is my card, please make sure you give it to him. Bye." Sharon said and left after handing a small card to Tony.

Tony looked at her till she was out of sight.

"Mehn! She's hot!" He said, before running to the car where Kelvin was waiting for him.



"He is very handsome. He has everything a woman would want in a man.
He is masculine with broad shoulders and a well-trimmed beard. His packs are killing. His lips are full, pink and succulent. He has the best set of dentition. He is very..." Sharon was interrupted.

"Sharon! The way you are describing this guy, it seems if he finally becomes yours, you won't even let us touch him o" Tope, one of Sharon's friends said.

She had invited two of her friends to her house for dinner. They sat by the pool that evening after they had swam to their satisfaction.

"Touch is even better, she won't let us look at him twice," Kemi said and they all laughed.

"I'll make sure that I do everything humanly possible to get that guy.

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Nollywood actress, Mercy Aigbe is not getting tired anytime soon as she hopes to remain relevant both online and offline.

The 42-year-old mum of two kicked started July with a new fashion style as she rocked a blue wig with a lovely slit thigh high dress to complete her look.

See photos below;

Mercy Aigbe dropped the lovely pictures and captioned it “Welcome to July my lovelies � May the lord continue to keep us safe and May we never embark on a journey of no return.”

Her latest style once again is proof that she has a high sense of fashion and continue to look younger than her age.

Mercy Aigbe was married to Lanre Gentry in 2013 after which they went their separate ways. She had her two Children with Lanre.

Nigerian-International worship leader, Sinach biologically known as Osinachi Joseph has once again make her continent, Africa proud has she Tops U.S “Billboard” as the #1 Christian Songwriters.

The multiple award-winning songwriter who is globally known for making hit was honored by YouTube few months back for her song, “WAY MAKER” as the NO. 2 Nigerian song of the decade. Breaking the news today, she has also been recognized by the billboard after retaining the NO. 1 spot on the Billboard chart for seven (7) weeks since the end of March 2020.

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Read Her Message Of Gratitude Below;

It’s not a competition however, this shows that we are making impact with what God has assigned us to. When you impact people with the gift of God influencing them for Jesus that’s something to celebrate!!
I am so grateful to my team ( band, producers and publishers ) . My home team my family for cheering me! My Mum and siblings and local church #Loveworld. Thank you @billboard !! #AFRICAisforJesus #waymaker #sinach

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Love comes in different forms and ways. Some people fall at first sight, some fall gradually and some carefully and deliberately decide not to budget it because of some touching reasons, one of which is the fear of heart break.

It takes only a brave heart to fall in love and remain in it no matter the circumstances because love is a beautiful thing.

It exists only to those who can, not only define it with the best words, but also feel it bubbling in their hearts.

Sometimes, you don't even need to search for it, you don't need to plan too much for it, you just need to let it come naturally because it is not far from you. It only takes the connection of two hearts to find it.

Kelvin never believed in true love, he needed not ponder on this topic again, because it seemed Tony, his best friend was never tired of popping up this particular topic, each time they sit out to get some fresh air or drink.

He was already tired and irritated when Tony started the same old story that he was now used to.

"Guy, you know you are the only child of your mother. By next two months, you will be forty years and you know what that means, you are not growing any younger.

You have one of the biggest Companies in Lagos, you have a big mansion for a house, you are a very handsome young man, in fact you have almost everything, but you can't deny the fact that you still lack one of the most important things in your life, and that is a woman, a wife. Your lonely mother keeps calling me to talk to you on how important it is for you to get married, because she is desperate to have her grandchildren around her before she joins your late father.

I'm not trying to involve myself with your family affairs, but since I'm your best friend, I feel I should just tell you the truth." Tony said, carrying his glass of Eva wine.

They had decided to sit out on Friday evening, after work. This, they did every weekend.

Kelvin shut his eyes and wished he could just avoid this topic. He reminiscence how his father died.
He had loved him so much.

The more he remembered the past, the more the hatred for his mother grew.

He wished Tony would understand that it was because of his mother that his father died, but he couldn't just disclose it so that he won't tarnish the reputation of the great Philip's family.

He knew why his mother decided to pass through Tony to talk to him, this is because he wasn't close to his mother, neither was she close to him and he loved it that way.

Therefore, Kelvin classified every woman as being like his mother, he feared that if he falls in love, his wife might be like his mother, therefore he decided to carefully avoid women and everything related to love.

"They are all the same!" He said, opening his eyes and looking at his glass of wine, as if he was referring to the glass.

"They are all the same! They aren't fucking different!"
He said again, causing Tony to stare at him in dismay.

"Who?" Tony asked.

The bartender who came to drop some more drinks looked at Kelvin as if he was part of the conversation.

"Are you gonna stand there and stare at me or get the Bleep back to your duty post?" Kelvin asked, looking meanly at the bartender who quickly rushed back to the bar.

"Let's get the Bleep out of here, I'm done with that topic and I don't want to ever hear it again, if you must come with me next time." He stood up and walked briskly to the car, only to behold a lady angrily resting on his car.

"Oh, so you are the one! You are the idiot that used this ancient good-for-nothing trash of a car to block my car, huh. Didn't your sense of parking tell you that you didn't park well and that your careless way of parking will affect another person, huh?" The lady asked, scanning Kelvin from up to down.

Stay tuned for the next episode.

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