Peppergroove:
Fp things...update mbok

Danpersie31:
its really really great to be up dere on FP.. nice piece

Lexxyla:
Finally, we are on front page.

Thanks you guy, although, i didn't see it on front page but i guess you guys did.

beey2:
@zubike u are too much. Remembered my plight reading ur story (Kasala the curse) when writing a Professional exam? I'm through now and qualified. You're such a good brother to advised that I blast the exam and give you good news of my success and here we are!

The story usually is a PUNCHLINE, how I wish Epic Movies of international standard could be produced.

You just too much jor.

Congrats! Thats great news.

Thanks Bro.

Regards

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Jasmine4:
Oga mi.....yur story is superb!

Thanks Jasmine

rasiyorum:
My oga this Tory dey make me shiver where ur inspiration dey come from

Baba my inspiration na from Olodumare.

1. ONE HAND ONE LEG

My name is Joe, am not your average teenager no, I am hard headed, tough as they come, built like a rock and always spoiling for a fight. Despite my stubbornness, I wouldn’t say I am a bad person, I am not rude, I respect my parents, I respect authority but I do not take shit from my pairs. I was used to been that one kid, everybody knows better than to mess with, but all that was about to change.

When I gained admission into the Eastern University, my cousin who knew I was temperamental and interested in bravado activities came to have a chat with me.

“Congrats, on your Admission.”

“Thank you”

“Do you know why I am here?”

“Yes to give me tips about survival in the University.”

“Good, everybody know you are naughty and we don’t want you to join Confra.”

“What is Confra?”

“See you pretending, Confra are violent gangs that fight for supremacy with the university environments.”

“I know them as cults.”

“Well they are one and the same, anyway you have to promise me that you won’t join.”

I stayed quiet, I won’t make any promises, because I felt he was been a hypocrite, because during his undergraduate years he was a member of one of such gang and is still member of their national chapter.

“Why don’t you want me to join after all you are a member. “I pointed out to him.

“I won’t lie to you it was something I regret, if you have keen interest in joining, be patient and wait till you graduate. The graduate arms of this associations are more matured and devoid of the senseless violence displayed by their student counterpart.”

My cousin went further and gave me gory details of countless risks he encounter as a student and telling me tales of how he lost good friends.
“So what do you advise I do, if people tried to intimidate me.”

He laughed and told me not to worry that he had me covered. He scribbled a note on a piece of paper and said to me “Once you are settled down in school take this note to a pub called swings, ask for Bigbug give him this note and I assure you, no one would dare tamper with you, but you must promise me not to join”.

I didn’t make any promises, I took the note and tried to read it but it was written in code it read.

ABOY BROTHER, IT IS I,IT IS I, ASMUND, RUGGED FEDERATION XW, A.K.A FLAMING ICE, A MIGHTY LORD OF WAR, SALTED AND TESTED AT ABC OLD HAWKING’S. THE ONLY SURVIVAL OF THE TEST AND ENTERNAL HERO. ONE TIME DOOM CHIEF AND CURRENT FLAG BEARER. THIS IS A DUTY OF TRUST, A COMMAND THAT MUST BE OBEYED. GUIDE THIS LAND LUBBER I PRESENT TO YOU AND KEEP HIM LUBBERISH FOR THE REST OF HIS DAYS. LET NO VANDAL CROSS PATH WITH HIM AND MAY HE NEVER SEE THE POINT OF NO RETURN. HERE IS SOME TREASURE FOR THE SHIP, THAT YOU SAIL. MAY THE BLOOD IN YOUR VEINS NEVER CLOT AND MAY YOU KEEPING SAILING FOR VALHALA IS YOUR DESTINATION… BEWARE OF SHARKS

I asked him what it meant and he laughed saying ,I shouldn’t worry about that but he has assured me that I would be protected at all time and no harm would come my way as long as I DON’T JOIN. He then gave me an envelope containing the sum of ten thousand naira and told me it should accompany the note. I got confused.

“Big brothers are you bribing him to take care of me, because I am not a baby.”

He laughed and said to me “No, it isn’t a bribe, I am just observing tradition, I am no more a student so I can’t just give him orders like that, I need to … never mind”

He changed the subject, and gave me a rundown of thing, which he said are the unwritten laws that govern student life on campus. I summaries them to four commandments.

Thou shall not fly colours of gangs.
Thou shall avoid girls linked with gangs.
Thou shall avoid gang member at all cost.
Thou shall avoid hanging out in pubs.

When my cousins left, I was filled with amazement, little did he know that the note, his little display of power, made me crave becoming a gang more than ever before.

A week later, I got to the school environment, I had no choice than to stay Ugate; which was a piece of land very close to the school gate. It had a market, restaurants, pubs, and numerous houses that were privately owned and rented to students. This was because the hostels were already filled. I finished my registration and started attending lectures. Then I remember my cousin had told me to deliver a message.
After lectures I went to bar called swing, as I got there I was accosted by some fella.

“Hey you why are you standing there and watching who are you?” He said to me.

I was about to reply when he pushed me, blew smoke into my face and screamed at me to empty my pocket. I refused, been the hot headed fellow I was, for there was nothing special about the guy and in a fair fight, I was sure I could beat him to a pulp and probably send him to the hospital.

He got upset that I did not do his beading, he raised his hand and attempted to slap me. I caught his hand in reflex, instantly I saw a display of pure menace, four boys rushed towards me. One was holding an empty bottle of beer, two were unarmed and one unhooked his belt and was about to attack me with the buckle. When I screamed out “I have a message for Bigbug.” There was not fear in my scream only authority. He paused gave me a grim look and the one who was trying to extort me asked.
“From who?”

“My cousin.” I replied.

“WHO IS YOUR COUSIN?” He shouted.

I could smell his breath, it stunk of beer mixed with cigarette smoke and it was a bit discomforting. I had stolen sips of gin, from my dads bar but I had never smelt such a poignant concentration, it repulsed me, so I stepped back.

“He said I should give this to him.” Holding the note out in my hand.

They pointed me toward Bigbug, the sight of him brought down my moral. Bigbug was huge and terrifying, the scars on his face made him look like someone who had fought a lion and won. I handed over the note to him but he did not open it. He looked at me in the eye, I swallowed saliva then I remembered the envelope of money. I handed it over to him. He peeped inside and his face broke into a smile.

“Sit down” he ordered me.

I sat down and he told the bar attendant to give me a bottle of beer. While he read through the note and all of a sudden he screams.

“WOW! Brothers this is the little cousin of our federated brother flaming ice.”

There was silence in the bar, as if the name Flaming Ice had sent chills down their pine. I never knew my cousin was called Flaming Ice. Who was he and why did his name have this effect on them? It filled me with amazement and more admiration for him.

“Your cousin was a living legend, a mighty lord of war” Bigbug said to me.

Next thing he got up and walked towards the fellow who accosted me and said to him “Jazz down!”

The fellow prostrated flat on the floor and Big bug said to him “How dare you humiliate an envoy from the MIGHTY LORD OF WAR, How do you plead?”

“I didn’t know respected doom chief, BSD.” the fellow replied and his tone sounded honest and remorseful.

“Take him to a corner and drill him” Order Bigbug.

The other fellows who joined to attack me, lifted him up from the ground and dragged him away, to do what I didn’t know to him. I was excited. I felt privileged that my cousin had handed me over to a fellow that command so much respect and authority, but at the same time, there was a little fear in me.

Bigbug noticed I was frightened and he urged me to relax.

“Your cousin was a Warrior, that’s the name of our gang, he was very dedicated, and he paid his dues, if you ever have any problem let me know. I would handle it for you, but you have to make me a promise” He paused looked into my eyes and I could feel his gaze piecing into my soul. I did not back down, I stared back at him in the eye, after all my cousin was a mighty lord of war.

The silence was getting tense, I wondered what he would request, and my first thought was that he was going to ask me to join his gang.

“You have to promise me not to join any gang” He requested

My mouth was agape in shock, I didn’t reply and his face broke into a frown.

“That’s what your cousins want and it is what I want, you are young and I know you are strong, I can see your muscles, but focus on your studies and avoid trouble we are here for you.”

“Thanks” I replied not knowing what else to say.

“When I say any gang, I mean even us the warriors, if you join us I swear to Thor, I would break your leg and gouge one of your eye out, during your initiation and if you join another gang. I won’t give you the chance to become a menace. I would visit you with my cartel and make sure I kill you personally.” He waged a finger at me, Bigbugs face was mean, squeezed and unpleasant.

I was speechless, why was he threatening me, I wondered. I took a sip from my beer and just kept staring at him, and kept a serious face. Then I notice the other guys walking in with the guy who accosted me, they were all in a jolly mode, even though the guy looked like he had just received a beating due to the dirtiness of his cloth and a bruise on his left arm. As he entered he chanted in a loud tone.

“I am not strong!”

And the other replied in one voice “Yes, we are strong!”

Everyone kept on drinking and after my second bottle, I decided to take my leave. Bigbug decided to accompany me and he invited the fellow to follow us. The fellow began to dialogue with me in a cheerful tone.

“Boy my name is Dirty D, so you are Flaming’s Ice cousin, that’s something to be proud of you would make a great warrior, I see courage in your eyes, don’t ever think of joining a different gang.”`Dirty D said.

“Hey, I don’t want to hear any talk about joining anything, leave him to make up his mind himself, remember whose cousin he is.” Bigbug cuts in.

“Nice to meet you DirtyD, how come you all know my cousin?” I asked “He graduated ten Years ago.”

“Lol, every Warrior has heard stories about your cousin” Dirty D replies with a smile.

We get to my door and they bid me good bye and exchanged numbers with me promising to come check up on me from time to time and bidding me to feel free to come and hangout with them in swings anytime I wanted.

When they left I was so excited, I called my cousin and thanked him for the note, and told him all that had happen. He told me it was nothing and warned me not to join once again.

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priestchurch:
I'm benue state, pls hw can I get d book?

drop me an email @ bykalamo@yahoo.com

Olu317:

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Chukwudozzie:
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SirWere:

Thanks.

I figured some of you might be wondering, how Nike got cursed, how she met Tunde, among other things. So I am sharing an excerpt from the Novel before this, just to show you how Nike got cursed.

A excerpt from THE NOVEL KASALA THE CURSE.


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The market was rowdy and noisy as buyers and sellers negotiated and traders advertised their wares calling out in loud voices to potential customers.

Everyone was consumed with making their deals in a hurry in order to get back early to their respective homes. The nighttime hours were creeping in, haggling, sales had to be brisk.

Nike was getting tired of walking round the market in search of vegetables, looking for the right ones for her fussy mom, almost in vain.

She had to be careful, not to accidentally step on another foot or get stepped, and get soiled. The ground, as usual, was muddy and covered with dirt.

Finally, she sees a woman with a few vegetables, apparently the last of her stock. Nike was relieved; at least her time here would not be a waste.

“Good evening, ma,” Nike greeted the seller.

“Welcome, my daughter,” was the response.

“How much is this vegetable?” Nike asked, picking up one of the mediocre looking pack of leaves. She did not know how to judge the items, but they were the last… beggars cannot be choosers.

“Three hundred naira,” the woman said, sensing Nike’s naivety.

She looked Nike up and down, believing to see one of those pepperless kids. The seller thoughtfully felt she could wager on that, this young lady’s clothes and carriage said it all.

Nike was not good at haggling, that was her mother’s forte. Her mother could batter any seller to submission over price.

Nike suspected that haggling was a mind game; she wished she could do it. She decided to try.

“It’s too much o, ma. Let me pay two hundred now.”

The seller was going to insist knowing that the girl would pay, but she was feeling merciful today.

“No! For everything you can pay two hundred and eighty.”

Jackpot! Nike sensed weakness; she decided to press her luck.

“Madam, please let me pay two hundred and fifty.”

The seller wanted to smile at the girl; she showed promise, possibly she had a mother that still kept her grounded.

“OK. Bring the money.”

Nike was delighted. She had done it; she had managed to take 50 naira off something. She smiled to herself; at least something had gone her way today.

Yinka started to pack the vegetables for her, she wondered if the girl was going to cut them herself. This Pepperless surely did not appear like she could. Maybe she had a house help or someone else that could help her out.

Then she saw Iya and her face brightened.

“Iya! Eku irole o!” she said greeting Iya good evening in Yoruba.

Nike was also from the Yoruba tribe but did not speak the language and understood precious little of it. She saw that the two women were both talking in quite familiar terms; but she just wanted to get her vegetables and leave.

The seller finished packing the vegetables and Nike stretched her hand to collect them. The seller noticed her customer’s impatience and an uncomfortable air hit her. An apologetic demeanor crossed her face and she put her contrite thoughts into speech, as she handed the vegetables to Iya.

Nike was incensed. “You cannot do that!” she roared.

“My daughter, I’m sorry but she really needs it,” said the seller.

Nike was angry and went into a rage, she struggled for the vegetables.

A part of her mind realized how stupid and rude she must have looked struggling for vegetables with an old lady, but she didn’t care. She was not going to be cheated out of this.

In her rage she rained curses on the Iya, not knowing who she was dealing with. Yinka was aghast and felt a little guilty too. She hoped she could stop this scene somehow.

In anger, Iya spits on Nike’s face, and muttered things Nike could understand. Then, in one final pull, dragged the vegetables from Nike. The woman looked old and frail but her grip was like a vise. The woman stormed off and Nike shouted abuse after her.

“Bitch,” she bellowed, then turned to give Yinka a withering stare and piece of her mind as well. Nike walked out angrily.

She began to get a funny sensation. Then she realized that the old lady’s saliva was still on their face. Nike cleaned it, dabbing it away angrily.

She was tired, depressed, disappointed; let her just go home and try to forget about today. Then she froze…

What was that sound? Her eyes widened, were those… wolves?

She shook her head vigorously, she had to be hearing things, she was not an expert, but she was pretty sure there were no wolves in Lagos.

She was moving quickly, she had a feeling that she had to get out of there. She was just passing by the butcher’s shop when he brought a cleaver down on a portion of the meat he was selling – only to chop off his hand!

Nike saw the hand fly off and blood spurt terribly like her bathroom’s shower. She was sure she was screaming, but she couldn’t hear anything. It was like she was in another world.

She was in the market but not in the market. She saw the butcher’s mouth open in a guttural scream. He fell back; tumbling into an armed policeman whose gun went off and hit a tomato seller.

It was bedlam!!!

People were running everywhere. There was chaos. Nike found herself running too. She was scared, her heart was beating frantically, she had to get out of there. She glanced back and saw, in the midst of the chaos, a large crowd had surrounded the police officer. She had a feeling it was not for a friendly chat.

Nike ran till she got to her car. She jumped in and zoomed off.

Just as she left the spot, an electricity pole fell over and hit the spot she had driven from, crushing two other cars parked beside hers.

What the hell!!!

“Oh man! Oh man! Oh man!” Nike kept muttering to herself as she sped away. “What the hell happened out there,” she pondered, it was like something out of a horror movie.

Little did Nike know it was indeed a horror movie … in real life.

She had just been cursed.

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Nike and Ogunshola arrive at Oju’s Shrine, dragging Tunde along with them. As soon as they stepped in, Oju attacks Ogunshola, Nike stops him and he began the process of summoning Shango to mount Ogunshola.

stephenGee12:
zubike01 must commend u for this beautiful piece of urs. keep it up.
next update please

donkelz:
Loving this piece...thumbs up bro! How can I get the firsk book?

Chukwudozzie:
Great piece.
PS: This is Dozzie from Magodo

SirWere:
Now this is a damn good story
ride on op

FakoMaybach1:
This is gonna be a fantastic movie script. If i had money i for buy this script wahlahi, and i go shoot another type of harry potter franchise
Abeg when this book is complete please paste where it will be sold

Update coming up

stephenGee12:
zubike01 must commend u for this beautiful piece of urs. keep it up.
next update please

Thanks

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tahir01:
This is getting intense

Olu317:
Interesting

Nostradamus:
that man who is always quoting every update,you have been noticed, pls stop the nuisance now.

Thanks peace... One update coming soon

SirWere:

*collects beads scattered on the ground*
*sells bead to museum*
*buys Gaari Ijebu*


You talk say make I state arguments.

Oda
1


It has been observed that any thing that enters a blackhole is crushed into bits and never comes out, and even if it does, it's in microscopic particles.
So... "Yeah i should have use worm hole there, remember na science fiction_fantasy"

2

Make I just laugh for this side

There is no fifth dimension theory to start with, except you dey listen to them conspiracy theorists. Even string theory wey postulate the existence of 13th dimensions no talk say the fifth dimension has to do with light.

Oh and it is widely known that the human eye can only view a certain wavelength of light in the electromagnetic spectrum so baba, na miss be this. "The whole light thing, is part of the fifth dimension theory, the prof rightly said its more than just that. You need to read up on it before you dismiss it as a conspiracy theory."

oh and Wetin concern professor of metallurgy with stone You go soon know, ask Volcano LOL.
No vex o Alaye, na the small things wey I notice be that.-

I no vex bro iron sharpens iron and goat eats grass.

donkelz:
Loving this piece...thumbs up bro! How can I get the firsk book?

You can get it on Okada books https://www.okadabooks.com/search?term=azubike+ahubelem

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emarkson:
Boss i dont know how you link the science and magic. I will say your are a genuis

Chukwudozzie:
Great piece.
PS: This is Dozzie from Magodo

MightyFortress:
Incredible story... I love supernatural thrillers..

Nostradamus:
this story is dope, ogunshola and his crew will never be able to stand the americans.

tahir01:
Excellent write Up. More inspiration to U.

priestchurch:
Fantastic story, pls more update.. .

cuteesthy:
Nice..... keep d fire burning

Thanks guys, new update up in a second.

SirWere:




OP, I like the way you're linking modern science to Ifa. It's very.....imaginative.

and who knows, stranger things have been proven before...

Do keep it coming, this story is very thrilling....if somewhat scientifically inaccurate
cc
macof
musicwriter
Olu317

*eyes widened* *mouth open in a silent vent* * fist clenched* *Faced Squeezed, like 20 Naira in Okada man’s pocket* throw my divination beads up.. They land in a scattered spread* *Smiles and Laughs* : o
While you search google I explore Ifa…

“HOW DARE YOU QUESTION THE SCIENCE? You remind me of the fishes in water, they can't explain the ripples caused by rain. LOL... If you don't agree with the science, state your argument. ” said the professor with a smirk on his face, thinking__ this guy no know how many Phd I get, I even get for metallurgy.

Fifth dimension, big bang, binary, golden mean /ratio and bits

Would be nice to get your views on this topics.

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Chukwudozzie:
This is fantastic, great storyline, superb writing skills. Bro you're good, read your book 'DON'T JOIN' about 3 years ago, and it was a thriller.

Thanks a million, happy you have read DON'T JOIN, Its people like you that encourage us.

MightyFortress:
Incredible story... I love supernatural thrillers..

Thanks happy you love it.

SirWere:


Please do mention me whenever you update.

It's already shaping up as a thrilling masterpiece.

Alright Boss one update coming up.

FakoMaybach1:
This is gonna be a fantastic movie script. If i had money i for buy this script wahlahi, and i go shoot another type of harry potter franchise
Abeg when this book is complete please paste where it will be sold

SirWere:
Now this is a damn good story


ride on op

Thanks guys...

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Divepen1:
genghen

lol

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Nike had been summoned by her commander. He sent her to go investigate the lightning. She got there only to realise, that American soldier have surrounded it. The arrested her.





Immediately she was bundled and about to be put in shackles

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KASALA THE CURSE BY Azubike Ahubelem

GENRE: FANTASY THRILLER
Summary
When rumours spread, that strange people are asking questions about an ancient volatile stone axe, Ogunshola's honeys moon is cut short . In desperation he is forced to work with old enemies and a new friend.

Consequently, he is soon trapped as a passenger in his own body, mounted by a god with a different agenda.

Kasala the lightning stone is an uncanny, exhilarating, and mysterious tale that opens doors to a strange ancient and modern mythological world.

https://www.nairaland.com/3857311/kasala-lighting-stone#57462734

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Divepen1:
rachaelfst, I now have Anike.


Zubike01, I've got Kasala the curse.

Thanks man, I hope you enjoy it and please be sure to give me a review when you are done.

KASALA : THE CURSE GENRE FANTASY, THRILLER
Deep in the heart of Oshogbo Kingdom, a secret century old, evidence in a single statue is on the verge of being exposed. A secret so dangerous it could shake the foundation of Yoruba history.
After a struggle with an elderly woman, a young girl becomes the victim of a curse that threatens to destroy her life and those of the ones she loves. Her only salvation lies in a statue.
She joins forces with an art thief who is on the run from guards of The Lodge. A secret society; whose members are willing to sacrifice their lives in order to retrieve this statue and protect their secret.
In a breathless race through the streets of Lagos, and a face-off with a deadly soldier, intent on a mission from which he cannot fail. A soldier on a mission, but also locked in a desire to be with the woman he loves. He must not return without the statue, he cannot lose his woman.

Missions, aspirations, desires, emotions collide in this exhilarating tale, a blend of restless adventure, historical intrigue, mythological genius and romance. Kasala is a fascinating thriller, full of surprises, loaded with suspense at every twist … till its unpredictable end!

"A vivid written story doesn’t need applauds nor screams. It needs recognition; it needs to be shared across to everyone to read. That is exactly what you get when you grab Kasala-The Curse to read. A book that promises to make your blood heat and boil, your heart to beat and your eyes to be teary at the same time." DENISE AGYEMEN

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dplQURhSJBs&t=178s

DONT JOIN GENRE :THRILLER

After the death of his friend, Uche is drawn into the violent underworld of student Cult gangs


The Nigerian university environment is a zone in which the most rugged takes it all. Passion violence and intimidation are its characteristics. It is governed by unwritten laws and ruled by cult gangs.
These were the forces that pushed Uche around till he decided it was time for him to get his courage up and join men in a treacherous adventure where nothing is gained apart from pain, fear, and bloodshed.

This book is an eye-opener that would enable you to experience the nitty-gritty of this filthy environment in all its glory from a safe distance through Uche’s eye and leave you with only one ultimate advice: Don’t Join.


"Nominee Fiction writer Of the year" Nigerian Writers Awards 2016 ​
"Packed with a lot of details ,twists and suspense" The Punch Newspaper ​
"Tumultuous, strange and captivating" Kirkus Review
"Great books for every reader" Writers Forum Magazine
"Don’t Join is an avant-garde piece written in a witty and invigorating style" DENIS AGYEMEN,

Ok My books and Grapic Novels on OKada Book could be found here https://www.okadabooks.com/search?term=azubike+ahubelem



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IVwR3pcwvKw

joyberry:
Wonderful story, I love stories about our heritage. Keep it up and coming

Thanks

tahir01:
Excellent write Up. More inspiration to U.

Bro thanks e be like say na only you dey read this story oh!