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"I have no where to go, if I don't die at St Mathews, I will be back here but first, I have unfinished business to settle."
That was all he told Garvey. He had bid him goodbye and had left him with only his bag strapped to his side. He had made his decision between love and duty. A duty he had chosen himself. His family came first, they were connected by blood and the blood ran through every single vein in his body. He had loved Janet when he was with her and when they parted, he loved Mary and had loved her more than he had loved Janet, but Maria, Joseph, Jaycee, nobody came close to his tender heart as they had done. They were his family.

He looked around what was once their home and recollected what was left of the tattered memory of when he was still a child in Maria's hand. Where she would cuddle him and yell at Jaycee for making him shed a tear until he was grown to have Jaycee as his best friend. The memory of him fighting his father over the last piece of meat in his meal and how he always won him over it and how his mother had rocked him to sleep in her arms. The memories all rushed at him at the speed of light. He turned to Oscar and shook his head to rid his eyes off the moist that had gathered in them.

"Do you think that I will ever forget them, that I will ever be normal again?" he asked and Oscar shook his head.
"Such things just doesn't go away like that."
"I have to do what I have to do to keep a little of my sanity. They can't be dead while their killers live," he ran his hand through his hair and looked at Oscar. His eyes scared him.
"Do you have a gun?" he asked and Oscar pulled one out. A .48 and handed it over to him. He walked to the door and covered his head back with a hood.
"When and Where are we meeting again?" Oscar asked.
"Must we meet again? When I'm through, I expect to be in my grave or back at New York," he replied.
"You shouldn't be talking about death now, you are too small for that."
"I've been through things most kids only see on movies. Death is too small compared to those things."
"Well, Someone would love to meet you. Someone you will definitely love to see," Oscar said.
"Who?" he asked.
"Someone very important to you, he wants to keep it a surprise. Just stay alive and you may just smile again."
"Well, I will meet you at the church cemetery by 12am. If I am a second late, then forget about me," he said and turned for the door.
"Don't be late then," Oscar said after him and he nodded, walking out of the door.

August stared at the house from a little distance. Nothing much had changed since he left. He tried to make a picture of what a 14 year old Janet would look like and failed at it. He could only see the little face that had loved him as a child. One that he had loved back. He caressed the glock tucked in his waist and walked briskly to the front of the house, much different from whom he was the last time he was there. He raised his hand to knock and paused. He heard voices inside the house. He could never mistake Jaime's voice and Kate's. The cheerful third voice he placed to be Janet. It was a kind of music to his ear.

He rapped on the door. Three mechanical knocks and waited, not sure of what to expect. He raised his watch and it's luminous hands gave the time as 9:59 pm. The door opened as he dropped his hand to his side again and he stood face to face with a young girl of his age. He wished he could smile but it was not the time for it. It was a different August that had come home.

"August?" Janet called softly, tears gathering round her pretty face. He moved towards her and she moved back to let him in. She fell into his arms in warm embrace and held tightly onto him. He closed his eyes and opened them again and called out her name slowly.
"Janet."
She let him go and moved back to frisk him. She had missed him all those while and never believed he would ever be back home.
He turned and his eyes met Harry's and Kate's staring at him.
"August," Harry called.
"Hello," he replied, shooting him daggers with his eyes. He didn't want to like him a bit, it would make his mission difficult. The room was engulfed with deadly silence for a few seconds.
"You are back, what about Harry?" he asked, observing his cold countenance.
"Dead," he replied.
"What do you mean dead?" Jaime asked, shocked by the answer and the way he had given it.
"He got shot by some guys I pissed, Mary and Jeane too. They are all dead," he informed, fighting back the mist that was growing in his eyes.
"Did you kill them?" Kate asked, her eyes full of hate for the black boy. She had always thought he reeked of evil and bad luck.
"No, some guys that I pissed off."
"And you live?" Jaime asked, Janet stared at the new August she had never known. It scared her at the realization that she may have lost the August that she had loved and waited for.
"No, I merely breath. There is nothing left for me, except the desire to do what I have to do."

They stared at each other in silence for a long time. It wasn't much of a wonderful reunion. He looked at Jaime and bit his lips.
"Jaime, that night at the farm house. My brother Joseph, it was your shot that killed him, right?"
The question dropped on the quiet house like an atomic. It was the last question Jaime had expected from a boy his age, one that he thought he had groomed to overcome the vices that St Mathews had instilled in him. He thought of Harry, he assumed August couldn't be totally innocent.
"August, what happened to Harry?" he asked.
"Same thing that happened to my brothers," he said and took a few steps towards Jaime and Kate. "Maria, Jaycee, Joseph, Jeane, Harry," he swallowed hard and called out her name last. "Mary!! They were taken from me and I fucking loved them!" he pulled the gun from his waist and raised it at Jaime. Kate and Janet let out a gasp.
"August don't," Janet begged, walking to where he stood. He never for once moved his eyes from Jaime to look at her. It struck her heart like a bolt.
"You killed my brothers, they were my family and you killed them. Did you think you could ever replace them? You thought you could be my family when you killed them."
He cocked the gun and Jaime moved back.
"You have it all wrong August," Jamie started. "You don't know what they were, you were too young to know," he explained.
"No, you are wrong. I know what they were. They were my family. Joseph was only protecting us and Jaycee only cared for me. I saw you shoot him," he sniffed and stretched out his hand. He felt Janet wrap her arm round his free hand. Even then, he never moved his teary eye away from her father.
"August please," she pleaded. He let her hold him for a while and then slipped out of her arms. She moved in between Jaime and the gun.
"Shoot me then, since you are so evil now. Shoot me August," she cried. He looked at her and felt the memories rise. He ed the love they had shared and how she had always stood up for him. He loved her but he had a duty. For a moment, his hand shook and he thought about the consequences of what he was going to do. He ed he had like them once, they had taken him in when he had no one. Then the voice echoed in his head.

" who took your brothers from you, they are not your friends, they are not your family, they took Joseph and one day they have to pay, you have to make them pay!"

He looked at her face one more time, he hated to see her cry. He thought he saw a bit of Mary in her. It deepened his resolute. Mary was killed and so was his family.
"I'm sorry but I have gone COLD!" he moved back and caressed the trigger one final time. He had loved her but she was not his family. He squeezed the trigger, only once. Jaime fell behind her, the picture of him falling brought back more memories of that night at the farm house. How he had watched Maria and Jaycee fall, he felt a kind of rage he had never felt before. He pointed the gun at Kate next and squeezed the trigger again, twice. Janet stood dumbstruck, looking frantically from the corpses of her parents to August, clenching his smoking gun.

"You killed them!" she yelled and ran to him. She tugged at his shirt and shook him violently. She let him go and knelt beside their bodies, shaking from sobs.

He closed his eyes and raised the gun. An image of Maria came into his mind. He caressed the trigger and watched the fear in her eyes, clouded over by tears.
"You must think I'm some demon," he said to her. She sobbed and wiped her nose.
"You are evil and a bloody demon," she cried.
"You can think what ever you want, they are dead, I will let you Live and then you can watch how much your desire to kill me will swell, then you will know why I shot them," he said and turned. She cried out his name and he turned to face her.
"What happened to you? How did you become so evil?"
"I saw the people I loved killed in front of me, many times, over and over again. That was what happened to me. If I was evil, you would be dead too. It was your family for mine Janet."

He left her kneeling there. All of a sudden he felt nothing for her or for anybody. He walked out of the door not regretting what he had done one bit.


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The weather was gloomy from the rain that had fallen the previous night and the cold still sent it chills against the skin. Nancy sat on the chair with a kind of amusement watching Jaycee deal with the hairs that had crowded his chin in recent times.

"It's amazing how much hair one can grow in so little time," he muttered and slid the blade against his chin.
"I think you look good in it," Mary commented and kept on watching him like it was her ritual. She had loved him as a boy and still love him as he was growing into a man. He still had that boyish smile behind those mass of hairs and though he kept the hairs unkempt for a long time, it took nothing out of him nor out of the love Nancy had for him. He was her only family now and it went both ways. He had only her too and maybe Oscar.

"Do you think he will recognize me behind all these?" he asked, circling his beards with the shaving stick.
"Williams?" Nancy asked and he shot her a look and shook his head.
"No, August."
"Yes, you are still the silly old you plus beards," she replied and earned a smile from him, one she returned. He couldn't smile without drawing her into it. They had stayed back in shadows at St Mathews all the time, never intending for it to drag so long but it did and they couldn't help it. He brushed off excess hair from his face and walked to her. He stooped and faced her where she sat.
"How many years had it been? A hundred?" he smiled and creased his brow. "Still I can't get over that adoring look in your eyes, the one that have kept me going even when I just want to buckle up and die."

She smiled a beautiful smile, one that the years had added to her other pretty features and she did look very pretty. Her light blue eyes behind the long lashes made him weak with affection each time she cast them on him. She shut him up with her lips and he responded, falling back into the couch with her leading him in between her laps. The boyish expression, the smile in his eyes and lips, she could never get enough each time.

Oscar cleared his throat loudly and they stopped. They looked at him and he grinned.
"Sorry to interrupt but have got news."
August stood up and faced him, hands akimbo.
"Sup bro, why let the hairs go?" he asked, observing the trims he had done on the once bushy beard.
"Well, she said it got in between our kisses," he smiled at Nancy and she cast him a glance, one she always did whenever he lied on her head.
"Okay now, I said no such thing," she defended. " I kinda liked the beard though."
"So is my beard the news?" he asked.
"No bro, something much more important."
"I hope it is, for you to interrupt us. We were gunning for a baby of our own." he said with a grin, Nancy faked a cough.
"I'm hungry, that's it," he said and moved a few inches away from them, trailed by Jaycee's eyes.
"One wonders how you have managed to survive so long, I should have killed you already," August said and stood erect.
"Because you love me bro."
"I had better make breakfast," Nancy declared and got up from the couch. There was an air of approval between the two famished guys. She made her way out of the sitting room and Jaycee faced Oscar.

"Well?" he asked with a creased brow. Oscar shook his head.
"Couldn't reach him, his phone didn't go through."
"So?"
"Well, I don't know. Maybe we should give him sometime before we call him again."
"Well, I just felt I should remind him that he had a family here. Wouldn't like him to forget his folks."
He moved to the a chair and sat on it's arm. He looked up at Oscar.
"You know it's just me and him," he muttered.
"And Williams too," Oscar added.
"No, I am going to kill Williams. It would be just me and August, now, I can't even reach him."
Their worries seemed to fade temporarily away with the smell of Omelettes coming from the kitchen.

Williams lighted another Cigar and flicked the burnt match away. He dropped both his legs on the table and rotated sideways on the chair. He took occasional looks at the wall clock. Stanley was supposed to be there an hour earlier and he waited patiently. The time ticked 10:35 am and his door slid open. Stanley walked in, clad in heavy perfume and his neck rigged with shinning chains.

"You are late," Williams reminded him and dropped the cigar in the almost full ash tray.
"I know, been busy with the boss," he replied and moved over to a seat, opposite to the one Williams sat on.
"Cool, so what did he say, am I in?"
"Well, he'll be glad to have you in his team but you'll have to be patient," he paused and gauged Williams expression. He saw nothing, he just sat there, looking at him. "Well, see, he would like to evaluate you himself but then, he won't be around till next two weeks. That's when you will see him."
"Fine, just need to get busy. Been idle for a long while," he said and picked up his still burning cigar from the ash tray.
"Still got some cigar?" Stanley asked and heaved himself up, stretching his hand to take the packet he was handing over to him. He pulled a stick and lighted it, sticking it into his waiting mouth.

"Soon bro, we would have the whole of Georgian to ourselves with st Mathews as our foot stool. Very soon." Stanley declared dreamily and shut his eyes, biting at the cigar between his lips oblivious of the burning stare that William was lavishing him with.

He sat on the bed, examining the gun over and over again. He blinked hard to let the mist of tears clouding his eyes go down his cheeks. They were blocking his views. He rubbed the back of his hand his nose and sniffed. He dropped the gun on the bed and ran his hands through his head.

He could never stop thinking of her. In his mind, he traced out the string of blood that ran down the side of her mouth, her nose. The dead look in her eyes as she stared back at him, the once beautiful blue eyes, all pale and cold and lifeless. Her smooth skin, all white. The memories hurt him as he stood up and ran to the wall, punching away at it and not feeling the pain or the blood as they covered his knuckles.

"Mary!!" he yelled and fell to the floor, pulling at his hair and sobbing violently.
"I loved you, Bleep I loved you and you had to go," he sobbed and sniffed severally.

Marcela watched him pace the room and noticed he looked out through the window once in a while, like he was expecting visitors. He rarely looked her way and when he did, he barely spent time on it. She tugged at the rope on her wrists and her efforts went futile. She wriggled and jumped against her restraints, the chair only moved few inches with her body still strapped tightly to it.

"Please stop, you are only going to wear yourself out," he murmured and took a seat facing her. Her eyes shot at him from where she was tied and he saw all the hatred she could never speak out in them.
"You have beautiful eyes, I love beautiful eyes," he said and moved closer to her, stooping and looking her straight in the eyes.
"She had a beautiful set eyes too, Mary. Your brother killed her and all that beauty. Wasted," he announced. She whimpered and cast him a pitiful look. He smiled and shook his head.
"You know her right? Mary?" he asked and she nodded.
"You know your brothers killed her right?"
She shook her head in the negative. He smiled again.
"Don't matter though. People have always paid for crimes they knew nothing about. Like Mary, killed just because of a little fight between your brother and the boy she loved."

He went back to the chair and sat on it. Caressing the glock he had laid on his laps. The door to the room opened and a boy came dragging a body inside. Their trailed mapped on the floor by the blood that was coming out of the body. Marcela made out her father's stature and shook where she was tied, making muffled shouts. She could only tell it was him by his short, stout frame. His head was one bloody, disfigured mass of flesh.

"He wouldn't die, had to club out his head," Chris explain and Garvey nodded. He imagined Chris having a go at the helpless man with a golf stick. He was a good golfer and always had his stick handy.

"Thanks for the help man," Garvey said and he grinned.
"Don't worry bro, been dreaming of this day for a very long time. Since the day the man slapped my mom and told my dad he can't do shit about it."
Garvey smiled and turned to face Marcella again whom her eyes was heavy with tears.


Victor heard the clock chime seven times and tried to open his eyes. He realized it wasn't easy. He tried again and it was impossible. He tried rubbing his eyes with his hands but they would never move. He pulled his hands with all his strength but nothing happened. He only felt the rope holding his wrists together. He realized he was also sitting and not lying on a bed.

Garvey pulled the blindfold from his eyes and smiled.
"Good morning," he greeted with a fixed smile, leaning to be on the same eye level with him. "I really have to it that you sleep like a dead man. Worked the rope on you all night and you didn't even blink."
Victor tugged at his restraints, trying to make a dash for Garvey but was held down by them. The ropes were stronger than he was.
"Don't stress it bro, I have good enough experience with ropes, that comes from years of camping and making tents." he smiled again, he did that often, and stood erect. "Someone wanted to meet you if you woke up."
He moved to a seat at the corner and sat on it.

"You told me nobody was going to do shit about you killing us, that your father owned this town. You only care about yourself, about who you are and what your father is. You could have asked who I am, you could have asked who the Bleep is August Donatti and you could have asked what would happen to you if you messed with someone I loved." August walked to his face and stood before him. He let him absorb the shock and surprise of seeing him stand there, alive. He moved closer to him on the chair he was tied to and tore off the mouth gag.
"You took something from me. Something I cherished so much. You took a family from me and now, yours are going to pay dearly for it."

"Matt's back bro," Garvey said, looking through the window.
"Well unlock the door, he should be able to just walk in."
Garvey walked to the parlor and pulled the bolt to the front door open.

Victor cast August a pleading eye and whispered an inaudible word.
"I can't hear you," August whispered and stooped.
"Please," he repeated faintly and August smiled.
"I watched you helplessly that day, I begged you to leave her out of it. I said 'Please leave her out of it'. Now it's your turn to watch me murder everyone you love and feel so helpless about it all."

Matt walked in slowly, followed closely by Garvey, the glock glistening in his hand. He stopped when his eyes met August's. He let his mouth drop and switched gazes between his tied brother and August.
"You two shouldn't have let me live," August said.
"We can settle this man," Victor muttered and pleaded with his eyes. August gave him a side look, one that sent the chills down his spine.
"What did you say fool?" he asked.
"We can settle this, as boys always do," he repeated slowly, aiming not to displease him. August walked to where he sat and sent him crashing to the ground with a fierce kick to the chest. The chair to which he was strapped crashed from impact and he rolled to the side.

"We will settle it, not like boys do but my own way."
Chris walked in on them, pushing Marcella before him, her hands tied behind her and her mouth gagged. Her face was a swollen from crying.
"No, August not her. She had nothing to do with this," Matt pleaded.
"Yes, Mary had nothing with it, Jeane too and Harry, they were freaking innocent too," he replied coldly and raised his gun, pointing it at Marcella. He didn't think twice about it. He squeezed the trigger, twice. She fell long before the gunshots died down. Matt dashed at him with furry and he caught him on the left leg with one shot. He tripped to the ground and held his ankle, from where the blood sputtered out.

"I would have just shot you but you wouldn't feel the pain that I have felt. I want you both to absorb it, all the pains I went through and the ones still ahead cos I will never ever forget what you took from me," he stopped and sniffed, his eyes moistened as he stared at the two brothers on the floor. "I am going to give you the chance that you never gave me."

He pointed his gun at Matt's unharmed right leg and pulled the trigger again. He yelled from pain, almost covering the sound of gunshots that followed. Victor lay flat on the ground, dizzy with excruciating pain biting at him from where August had shot him in the leg.
"I am going to set this house on fire and you have little time to make it out. Good luck and your time starts now."

"Just so you know bro, Matt called me that night, after they had shot you. I wouldn't have been able to save you if he didn't tell me, " Garvey informed him as they walked out.
"A mistake he made. He shouldn't have let me live. If not for them, Mary would still be alive, Harry Jeane too."
They walked out of the already smoking building, the clattering fire rising above the wailings of Matt and Victor. From afar, everyone watched the building burn, waiting on the firemen. August watched with watery eyes, battling with the thought of the night he had watched his family wiped out. He became conscious all of a sudden, of the duty he owed to his dead family, Jaycee, Maria, Joseph. He kept replaying that conversation in his mind.

" who took your brothers from you," Oscar's voice kept replaying his head. His lips quivered severally and from it, he was able to for two words, a name.
"Jaime Rodneck," he whispered with the fire in his eyes.

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We danced and made merry all through the night. James's father let us have a crate of beer to ourselves and we drank it up like fishes. James had this mad home theater in his room and we banged it up with run town's mad over you track. The ladies around were either older than I was or not fine enough for my standard so I just mingled with my bottle of Heineken. I was at it and also shaking my head to the rhythm of music banging away when I felt a light touch on my arm. I turned and Chinemelum stood before me with a plate of steaming jollof rice in her hand. I took it from her and dropped it on the table with a thank you.

"Where are you going?" I asked as she turned to go. She pointed in the direction of the kitchen and I nodded.
"Will you come back?" I asked.
"I don't know."
"Well I want you to come back," I said, flashing her my Mr charming smile. She smiled back.
"I will try."

She left the room brushing James who was already on his way in. He came in and shot daggers at me with his eyes.
"Nothing naa, she only brought me food," I protested.
"Next time, tell me. I will even add more meat for you."

He dropped more chilled beer on the bed and we knocked ourselves out. Real out. Things moved so fast and I soon found myself at the far corner of the fence, in the darkness with Chinemelum. We weren't kissing or smooching as most of you would think. She held a bowl of water while I bent low, vomiting the destiny out of my life. I'v had too many to drink and the consequences hit me like a mark trailer. It was my second time of vomiting that evening and she was there through it all, heaping me with sorry.
I took the bowl from her and washed my face and then rinsed my mouth.
"Thank you," I murmured, staggering to stand erect. She smiled and her dimples showed.
"I would have kissed you but I am afraid I may vomit on you," I said and she smiled again.
"Don't worry, maybe tomorrow."

I assumed the answer was conjured up by the liquor in my blood and sent to my brain because if it wasn't so then it means she would actually allow me kiss her tomorrow. Jeez. Why do girls love me so, or is it because I love them?.
We walked into the house, leaning on each other. She left me at the door to James' room. I pecked her cheek and she smiled. She bade me Goodnight and left. I watched her go and realized How beautiful and innocent she looked. She was the type that I had always loved to kiss and hug but never Bleep. She looked too innocent and beautiful to be messed up plus James would poison the next drink he would offer me.
I staggered into the room and James was already snoring his life away. I fell beside him and prayed I don't vomit on him.

I and James lay in the room wasted the next day, staring at the ceiling and trying to kill the headache with soft blues. We brushed around 9 am and fell back into the room. We had no business around, everything was already being taken care of.

"Your sister is fine," I whispered to James all of a sudden.
"I know, everybody knows, even she knows," he replied.
"Well, are you aware that my name and hers sound alike?" I asked.
"So?"
"And she is my exact spec, fair, beautiful and curvy," I said and he turned to look at me.
"So?"
"We could be in laws you know," I suggested.
"You are still drunk," he replied and I laughed.
"So James, you had a treasure like this at home and you didn't even tell me, eh Chibundu?"
He laughed at the way I called his native name.
"Now you know, wetin go come happen? Will you be coming here from Anambra just because of her?"
"No but you can invite her for small holiday at our lodge since you live alone."
"Why don't you invite Amara over then I will invite her."
"I will rather invite my mother than invite Amara," I said. Chinemelum walked in on us. I saw a different side of her beauty, one I couldn't find in her parents. She brought us breakfast on the bed. We were really kinging and the icing on the cake for me was having a queen like her serve me on my bed, James's bed actually.

The wedding mass was for 10 am. Everyone of note left before them, Chinemelum inclusive, to my utter dismay. The house turned up boring so we decided to go to church, if for nothing, at least for photoshoots. So with my red tux, it was a wedding mass so Romance was in the air, my skinny pencil and black Italian shoes toe match, James was on something similar too. It was our uniform sort of. We strolled off to church, it was a walkable distance. The time was 11:30 am when we got there. The priest was already on his way to concluding the entire affair. We both sat at the back of everyone. We had a vantage view of the church and the choir girls mostly.

"See that girl?" James whispered to me, pointing to the direction of the choir girls.
"That one with big boobs?" I asked.
"No, the one on skimpy skirt."
"Hian, all those choir girls are on skimpy skirts naa."
"No, that one with Chinaza's kind of laps."
"James abeg, don't start comparing my Naza with your village girls."
He Pointed the girls out to me and I checked her out. She was cute and dark and fresh like pumpkin.
"Ehe? What about her?"
"She go fit you," he told me.
"I know but I only do dark girls who are exceptional," I said.
"She is exceptional."
"How?"
"She will save you from me."
"Which kind saving?" I asked, switching stares between him and the girl.
"You need saving from me because I will poison you if you try any rubbish with Chinemelum. Just take that girl in her place," he said. He wasn't smiling but I can tell when James was joking. He was joking shaa. But then the girl looked cute though and from where she was sitting, I could tell she had that potential of being very curvy. I imagined myself hitting it off with the girl after the wedding mass and going home to a savory Chinemelum. I loved the idea and it was worth risking James's poison.

"Will you introduce me to her?" I asked.
"Sure, only if you promise not to look at Chinemelum twice again."
"I swear."
"Swear with your life," he said and I shot my eyes at him.
"Haba guy, easy naa, like say those other girls you dy tidy are not people's Junior sister."
"I know what I am doing. You that is always doing magic with girls, I don't want you to do magic with her."
"I cannot swear with my life abeg, what if we get drunk again and something happens? I can't swear abeg."
"Then I will poison you."

Fast forward to the wedding photoshoot. I was all over Chinemelum. Our hands on each other as the flashes came. We had a groupie, We had our personal, one which James was dictating to us where to hold each other. If he had his way, we would have been taking the pictures at a perfect 10m distance between us. And we had the one which James stood in between us. It was as fun as fun can get. Their entourage drove home while I walked with James, just as we had come. I made sure the girls around had enough reason to ogle at me and they did.

Into the house and the reception started. We ate and kept the drinks aside. We needed to be sober to be helpful. Things moved swiftly and a lot was cramped into the reception so it's details would be bulky, I am leaving them out. Our Job mostly was to help those intending to spray money on the dancing couple get change for that purpose. I and James. We made quite a sum of money from it. Don't ask me how, we weren't stealing them tho, but we did make money.

We were far gone into the whole thing when I ed Chinemelum. I searched around for her but couldn't find her then I ed the kitchen. I left James as he stood at a spot, looking for potential customers who would like to change their money. Into the kitchen I went and there was my fair lady, watching and rinsing ceramic plates. Her mom was around and I couldn't possibly drag her out of there myself.

I stood at a distance from them for what seemed like 72 hours, hoping and praying she would look my way, then she did and our eyes smiled at each other. I nodded and pointed back inside, she seemed to understand my sign language and smiled at me, this time around with her lips and those her dimples knocked me out. I stood imagining those lips on mine. I believed it would taste like strawberry.

I ran back inside, into our room to wait for her. I ed the door, threw the curtain open and walked inside to meet our whole lodge there. Well it was just Shape, Willie and Chinecherem, James too. Willie was already on one bottle of Heineken and was grinning ear to ear at me. Shape was clutching his hand and smiling at me. The the gate crasher, the party spoiler, Chinecherem. She ran straight at me with her open hands and landed straight on me.
"Baby!" she yelled as she hugged me deeply, destroying my cheeks with pecks. Just then, Chinemelum walked in, wiping her wet hands against her blouse.

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kentochi:

Sorry bro
This always happen to good stories like this your own.
Hope those guys will you soon and sick for your permission.

Thanks bro

Deadshot:
I fit vex go beat that andre of a guy...if you wan copy person work atleast acknowledge the person....chapappi abg no starve us anylonger than its necessary....deal with that guy sha report am to fb they would deal with him properly

Thanks bro

BlissfulJeff:
weldone bro.keep it coming

Thanks bro

krissconnect:
I will personally deal with that page. Bro you took me off my ghostmode. U really inspired me to start writing again.

Thanks bro

Kwinolly:
Helo bro chipappi,ur stories r awesum..thumbs up! Av bin reading et since i was a guest here and then i had to nl cox of u..cox of u,my oga thinks i av ran mad...keep it bro..
#NO1FAN

Wow. Thanks dear. Ah appreciate

DoctorNyash:
See wetin you go do ehn just insert little confusing things in between your stories and when they copy and paste it it'll appear there Maybe you put your name or something.

Kentura:


so you go starve us mehn.. no yawa sha

just deal with the facebook page quick quick may we continue our story.. thumbs up bro!

Thanks bro. No vex abeg

Sirme411:

This Guy z Crazy....i mean super talented Craziness...
1 chilled Origin For U

Thanks bro. The origin mk sense

KissChrixx:
Where I wan start from?

Lol bro. Start where u stopped. You just dissappear like dat.

yellow237:
congrats chipapii ur story don make am to front page again

Thanks bro

Sirme411:


Jeez its A mad Circle....Nyc 1 Bro

Thanks bro

maximanuel:

YOU DO WELL BY EXPOSING THEM NWANNE.....U THE BOMB MY G.....WILL BE ANXIOUSLY WAITING FOR THE NEXT EPISODE ONCE THOSE THIEVES ARE DEALT WITH...THUMBS UP BRO!!

Sure. Thanks bro

Bibi294:


Comment on the story and show him and his readers your real identity... This people are bleeped

I'm telling you. Thanks...

ceeafuejay:
Lmao! You write quite well. Perfectly blended with stuff to laugh about. Try taking it to the world. Putting it on okadabooks.com wont be a bad idea after cooking it properly. I have one there (A Shadow War). Success wishes.

Thanks bro. A part of it is already there

Jeez. Some people are real fucktards. So this stupid page real romantic story reloaded on fb just dy copy my stories only changing the name to lifestyle of a fuckboy. Please, if you are the bloody owner of that fvcking page, abeg just change back the name of my story and stop writing it without my permit and give me my due acknowledgement.



Infact I go pause small. I dy vex. Make the owner use his stupid photocopy brain finish the rest. Let me see how the mumu go write the next chapter.

Just negodu.

fst24:
Guy but you yourself know you copy this story from facebook page known as real romantic story reloaded, it's good indeed but try to acknowledge the writer next time you copy someone's work.

Shey una don start again? Try and check the date on the first post on this thread and check that bastard fb page and know who copied who. You people better respect yaselves.

Wane2:

Are Janet and Mary the same girl, or are they two different people?

They are two different people.

Wane2:
I must say this is a very interesting story, good job, but it seems you're mixing up the names and getting me confused so please check the names again. Thank you

Thanks bro. What particular part is that?