Doris sat behind the wheel of the small car. Her assistant a dark lady with a figure which could easily pass her for a model sat next to her as they drove to the court.

It was wednesday morning and it was apparently the first hearing of Patrick's case and she had planned to put up her best. It was high time she made a difference in her records and her proved her point with just a successful case. As she drove along the major street, she drew a mental image of the case. Despite the poor information she had, she felt prepared.

The court was located few metres away from the Government Residential Area. The compound was large and the parking lot was filled with gravel which rattled as cars rolled over them.

Doris stepped out of the car. She looked at the large image which was blind folded holding a sword and a scale and took a deep breath.

The court compound was exceptional tidy and quiet. A quietness which made her tension to heighten. As she walked with her assistant into the court room, she noticed that some people where already seated and speaking in low tunes. The interior of the court room wasn't really impressive. Most of the wood works were old. Some of the windows were not in place and Doris wondered how much it would cost to fix them.

"I hate this place." she said softly.

The case wasn't involving many people so there certainly will be another case today she thought. She doubted if the tension steaming within her wouldn't find a way to erupt if Patrick's case doesn't come first.

She took her file from her assistant and made her way towards the front of the room. She arranged her wig on her head as she struggled to maintain her balance on the high heels on her foot. She sat down and arranged the file she had collected from Anita her assistant. Few minutes after wards the blaring sound of siren entering the compound jolted her back to reality. She slowly closed the file . Then it occurred to her that she hadn't seen Patrick's siblings since she walked in and she hadn't remembered to call them.
She brought out her phone and scrolled down to "Benson." She needed them to be present. She was some how attached to them and believe seeing them around would boost her performance. She was about to dial the number when the entire room became dead silent. She knew what had happened and quickly terminated the call.

She stood up with the others as the judge walked in. She half turned to see if she could catch a glimpse of them some where but the faces she saw looked like nothing close to theirs.

Once again she felt alone....

Enedane:
can i ask what dept and level?

Yeah u can.

Department of Sociology, Final year.

SPLENDIDFLOZZY: .
Oga is dat d update u promised?? Do u want me 2 die of thirst?? Abeg do sumtin jor

Am so sowi am workin tinz out based on advice u get? e nor go pass 2day sha.

Nope am Igbo, lived all ma lyf in Warri but sch in Unical...

Eyene ka... ufan mi! stil wid u Sir.

Finally she comes bak... Wer av u bin ma. Lukin 4 u

Mornin pals, am sowi 4 d lack of updates. I'm tryin 2 fix smtins into d story as i 've smhw altered d original work . I'll be updatin soon. Tnks and hapi Sunday.

underage: Oh .....May his soul rest in perfect peace. Dis reminded me of my one and only friend Basheer, its gonna be 2 years in exactly 2 months; November 20th.

Well....RIP to the dead.

AMEN.

ReineViolet: HBG I seriously appreciate all what you wrote here but you see the thing here, my eyes really really hurt. Even though I reduced the screen resolution on my laptop, it still hurt me like crazy. Especially the brightly coloured ones. Now you did a good job but I can't read it cus of its hurting my eyes

Hmmm! Ok o

U can't be so sure ma dear. The man fit be chief priest ... Min while, Emeka na sharp guy... U knw wat?
Do d rytin while I do d readin. How abt dat

underage:

Lol....you shouldn't be

lolz

Ruby spice:
lol, why? U commit abomination and he wanted to cleanse the land with the goat?

I wish I did... I tnk God he didn't include a bottle of schnapp, alligator pepper and maybe tubers of yam.

SPLENDIDFLOZZY: ...
May His Soul Continue 2 Rest Peace......

Amen! Tnks dear

underage:

Uw....will surely do dat

hmmm k.

That mornin when d sun refused to shine
At the door d neighbours made a long line
None cud wine nor dine.
Lyf was cruel, especially mine.

Its funny how d wingless tym fly.
Its funny dat men cud weep and and women cry
With no sign of being shy
Such is lyf, we all came to sell and buy

Now we are all alone
DADDY was dead and gone!
An evil wind had blown
Together we had to face d unknown.

No 1 had felt mur excruciating pain
Ma blood congeal in ma vein.
When 'll dis loss becom a gain?
I had thought in vain.

You left wen I was much a teen
Its so long but ur memory so fresh and green
Ur luv 4 us was everly seen.
And wid luv I say slip on....
To ma dad who died on the 20th of september, 2002.
Rest in Peace Sir. Luv u.

Since 2day is ma fada's anniversary I guess i shud do smtin 4 him...

underage:
Thnx dear......you r not in luv?

I *tired* o

Wow... Lyk I said ppl wud get captivated. Wel done jare... I wish i was in luv...

Hmmm... I nor wan talk, mak dat man nor do watin dey ma mind o. once upon a tym a lecturer asked mi 4 a small goat, just imagine

Khia! ... dis last scene just so...

I'm rily gr8ful sir Frank. Its just dats as a novice am a bit 2 slow in drawin d lines & kinks but wid ma nxt few updates we certainly 'll be rollin 2geda again...

@underage... U are just so wonderful... Tnks and plz say hi 2 ma baby boy 4 mi...

Sam stood opposite the large parking lot of the Fortress of Fortune. His gaze fixated on the jeep covered with a large thick tampuline car cover which was isolated in a corner of the compound.

The evening breeze was whistling gently and the flowers and trees which decorated the large compound danced gracefully to the rhythm. He walked towards the car and removed the cover. He felt a deep sense of revulsion at the sight the numerous bullet holes which were registered on the jeep they had used in their last operation.

Within nunaseconds, the ordeal of the failed mission was vivid on his mind. His best friend had died in the process.

"Blacky" he said softly as a line tear trickled down his left eye. He stopped it half way down his cheek with the back of his hand. He was yet to accept that his friend was gone.

He kept examining the vehicle and he was puzzled how himself and Ade had survived without and injuries. The doors and fenders were looking like a drilling experiment had been done on them. The windshield and hood of the car were not also in their perfect condition.He was scared to imagine what would have happened if the car had stopped half way their flee that day. He shook his head and dismissed the thought as he covered the vehicle back. Something miraculous had happened that day and he was sure of that.

"Sam Stony!" a voice hailed from behind him. He knew the voice and knew the person was walking towards him so he didn't turn around, he just continued with covering the damaged vehicle.

"Has the boss said anything about Vikto?" Sam asked. Making sure the jeep was properly covered but turning to face Ade.

"Nothing yet. He is still very livid about the whole thing and I guess they had something in the past."

"Any idea what that could be?" Sam asked with eagerness on his face. He crossed hands on his chest and raised his gaze to look at Ade for the first time.

"Dunoo man. What are you up to?" Ade replied. "you look like you are brewing some hideous plans."
Sam smiled at the remark. Perhaps his anger had been so glaring that Ade had read him like an interesting book. He actually had something in mind and won't stop at nothing until he accomplish it.

"Vikto has two sons." Sam said bluntly.

"And so?" Ade replied stil trying to fathom what Sam was driving at.

"Well lets just say am vexed but my brother Blacky won't die for nothing."

"And who said he died for nothing?" Ade asked. He already knew what Sam meant. The vengeful way in which he had spoken amused Ade.

"So you are planning of taking it to his sons right?" Ade demanded. "By the way how did you know about them?"

"Am always resourceful remember." Sam bragged. Ade didn't want to push it. He knew how close Sam and Blacky were and how bad Sam felt about his friend.

"Just remember not to do something that would worsen things okay?"

"I won't forgive neither would I forget, even if it takes five years. By then I think it would hurt more." Sam replied and somehow Ade knew he was serious.

Ade looked at his watch, it was few minutes past six.
"Lets sit out somewhere, it 'll help your mood " he suggested. Sam obliged. Together they walked back to the lot and entered the black Camry. Blacky was dead but certainly life goes on....

frank3.16:
Ok, wasnt that short? Well, nice try, keep it coming, we are here with u

It was definitely vry short but am addin smtin 2 it now... Tnks bro

underage: More ink to your pen.

Tnks dear

SPLENDIDFLOZZY: Was abt beggin 4 an update.... Buh dis update is short'... Anyway Tnx 4 d dose

Eya sowi 4 ma delay. Tnks 4 always bein der. U are mur dan a DARLING

SPLENDIDFLOZZY: .
Does dat means i'll continue readin dis wondaful piece?

lemme ansa... YES

cheris skenzy: U even have tym to hang out with a guy lyk dat@ famous. I knw dia type, sooooo broke! Yet dey want gud tins.

U knw deir type abi? No condition is permanent(Africa china)
ehem! B4 i 4get wer i dey go, u are doin well dear. Hope u nor go burst smbody head wid high heels 1 day cuz at ur pace... *bites tongue *

The cold dark saturday night slowly drifted away. Jake woke up from his sleep with a sharp pain on his neck. Perhaps he had slept with his neck wrongly positioned on the bed. He wriggled his neck maybe it would kill the pain but the pain showed sign to abate so he just tried to ignore it.

He stretched his hands towards the ceiling as he stepped down from his gigantic bed. It was a sunday and going to church was the least thing on his mind. He knew the old Priest who would preside was usually slow, drawling every word he says. He always felt drowsy through the old man's sermon and sleeping in church was something he detested with great passion.

His parents would definitely go to the morning Mass and there after will be attending a plenum which he surely won't love to attend even if he was invited.

Morris had travelled with his family to the East the previous day. The realization that he was alone for the rest part of the holiday struck him like a blow.

He plonked himself down on the bed with his head on the pillow. He envisage how boring the day and the rest of the holiday would be. He certainly would die of boredom if no good idea comes to his head.

An idea struck him. Hopefully, if everything he calculated went well he would only have a boring sunday perhaps the next days won't be a problem for him even without Morris in town.

There was a gentle knock on his room door. The door flung open before he could ask the early morning visitor to come in. It seems every one was seriously learning to be mannerless since Maxwell's return, Jake thought.

He pretended like he was stil asleep. The blanket covered from his kneel down to his feet as sprawled with careless abandon on the bed.

"Jay-jay!" his father's coerce voice called. Jake didn't respond. His father was fully dressed in a well tailored and properly starched native attire. Certainly the laundry man took an extra hour to iron the clothes to give it the ephemera look.

"Young man ain't you going to church today?" the elderly man asked. This time Jake turned on his bed and opened his eyes. He faked a yawn and dimmed his eyes as if the coloured electric bulbs were affecting his eyes as he starred at his father. His acts were completely perfect and flawless.

"Good morning sir" Jake greeted with pseudo- drowsiness. His father did reply. He just paced round the large room with his eyes scanning through the place as if he was looking for something he did not keep there.

"Mr. Man you have to go to church. It's very important okay? I would have wanted you to get ready lets go together but I don't want to be late." He said looking at the wall clock in the room.

Jake bit his lower lip to prevent hisself from laughing at his father's comments and remarks about church.

His father rarely goes to church and he could vividly remember several incidents when his mother had quarrelled with her husband over his unreasonable abstainance from church and here he was talking like he was in charge of the papacy.

The elderly man left the room and shut the door behind him. Few minutes later, Jake heard the engine of the big Toyota Sequoia jeep roared to life and slowly rolled out of the compound.

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Eya... Shud i say sowi or continue ur story? Which eva... Just ride on....

Amyjustin: i jst started readn dis. though i read d few updates and these last ones bt i promise 2 go through all of it.

really like d way u described scenes and ur use of english!


keep it up dear!!!

I see u ma'am. Tnks

Well 4 mi u are doin a gud job especially are u are rytin abt foreign characters. Kip rytin and i assure u that vry soon mur ppl wud be interested.

underage:

lol ......you have to look out for the next update.

Hope nepa doesn't cut power in Pakistan? Wel don ma