frank3.16:


well if u have been following me u would have known that i lost my fiance a month ago... i even wrote a tribute to her here on nairaland. well, i dedicated this story to her of which u would have noticed at the begining if the story...

i am an extrovert, my energy comes from without(my environment) and not from within. i am the worst adviser of my own self, so hanging out is one of my coping mechanism especially after what i have been through recently. alcohol also help me cope(i am not a drunkoo) but i know myself... so

well i am glad u are following, ya the typos... i have tried my best to avoid them but... well lets go there as u said.

Yeah.. I was aware of the road accident you fiancee was involved in n saw the tribute note, bt was thinking if you dn't have any female friend that cld come,,stick around you know,,help you in healing your broken heart...... Something lyk dt.!

Errm...Frank,there is something I recently noticed about the sisters-you make them sound like buildings! First,it was Adanna's face that looked like a well-decorated hotel room and her hair like an expensive roof,then Chidi referred to Nkiru as a magnificent structure. . .are you trying to subtly imply that the girls are ugly? Cuz these terms aren't flattering at all. Imagine someone with eyes that looked like chairs and a nose that looked like a bed and black rectangular hair (depending on the shape of ur roof). It sounds odd,doesn't it? It doesn't matter if they're well-decorated or magnificent,it's just weird. It would help if you use the appropriate descriptive terms. . . maybe I can stop wondering how a building can have curves in all the right places. Thanks in advance. Hope I didn't hurt your feelings?

The next time my Yoruba neighbor tells me 'Akoba adaba olorun maje ki ari', I'll answer with a resounding amen.

See what a problem this guy is facing now. I'm learning serious lessons from this story, Frankhawt.

First, I'll learn to let go and not plot revenge everytime I'm hurt. If Daniel had let go and not held on to avenging Akudo and Ebere, the beggar wouldn't have noticed his obsession with the Omenka's building. Now the entire town is aware.

Second, I won't announce my plan to anyone. Despite the fact that he singled Dr. Samuel out in trust and told him his plans, he still strongly suspected him when Barr. Benson was murdered. Hmm. This life. Ko si eni ti o fe bani gbe eru de ori ayafi ori eni.

Third, love can be found in the oddest places. A mechanic is human too, and Chidi is even literate. May God not let us miss good men in the name of wanting 'working class' guys.

Infact, Frankhawt, I doff my pant hat for you!

I'm female, by the way.

More ink to your pen.
Weldon.

joble....you're damn too funny, buildings

anyways, the story so far is intriguing, it has depth and combines all, romance, murder, action......well done.


but the typos were many in the last update.

luvmijeje:
Lol. I can't wait for the next update, well done.
But two things. I'm thinking the hospital scene should have come after daniel have finished reacting to Dr Samuel first call. Then after the hospital scene the 2nd call should have come in as Daniel and Adanna were preparing to go the station. I don't know if you understand.
Frank, is it only one private hospital that is in owerri? How come the first hospital they went to is where Dr Samuel is working? At least you should have stated that this is the 3rd or 4th hospital they have been to. They didn't even bother to go 1 or 2 hospital(s) after Dr samuel's hospital.
Frank,I would have overlooked it o but na u say may we critic.

okn, point noted on when the hospital scene should have come. ya i thought the second call came in when they were preparing to go to the station, that was why he told Samuel to tell Nkiru and Chidi to meet them at the station

ya i am just using the town Owerri but also creating my own imaginary hospitals for the sake of the story. I also agree with you that i should addd that they visited more hospitals and Samuel's hospital shouldnt be the first. will do that when i am editing (then i will b more detailed.)

thanks, i appreciate

BukkyDan: I'm still at the first piece, but couldn't help commenting, you're just too good

thanks bukky, pls read fast and join us

purpinkx: 15 16 *hidden rule* 18

frankly speaking you're a Dan Brown in the making

ahhhh are u not over exaggerating? thanks anyway

iebanehita:

Yeah.. I was aware of the road accident you fiancee was involved in n saw the tribute note, bt was thinking if you dn't have any female friend that cld come,,stick around you know,,help you in healing your broken heart...... Something lyk dt.!

well, i am a sort of randy fellow, dont keep much female friends. right now i dont want to get so close to someone, makes me feel like i am cheating on my late.
i found out that i am not free with female friends cos i find myself comparing them to her... its just not easy, i am emotionally shattered... i know i need a shrink if i have to recover fast.

JoBlè: Errm...Frank,there is something I recently noticed about the sisters-you make them sound like buildings! First,it was Adanna's face that looked like a well-decorated hotel room and her hair like an expensive roof,then Chidi referred to Nkiru as a magnificent structure. . .are you trying to subtly imply that the girls are ugly? Cuz these terms aren't flattering at all. Imagine someone with eyes that looked like chairs and a nose that looked like a bed and black rectangular hair (depending on the shape of ur roof). It sounds odd,doesn't it? It doesn't matter if they're well-decorated or magnificent,it's just weird. It would help if you use the appropriate descriptive terms. . . maybe I can stop wondering how a building can have curves in all the right places. Thanks in advance. Hope I didn't hurt your feelings?

lol... honestly thats how i describe people in real life... but for ur sake i will do some changes. i think u have a point.

mollytinrox: The next time my Yoruba neighbor tells me 'Akoba adaba olorun maje ki ari', I'll answer with a resounding amen.

See what a problem this guy is facing now. I'm learning serious lessons from this story, Frankhawt.

First, I'll learn to let go and not plot revenge everytime I'm hurt. If Daniel had let go and not held on to avenging Akudo and Ebere, the beggar wouldn't have noticed his obsession with the Omenka's building. Now the entire town is aware.

Second, I won't announce my plan to anyone. Despite the fact that he singled Dr. Samuel out in trust and told him his plans, he still strongly suspected him when Barr. Benson was murdered. Hmm. This life. Ko si eni ti o fe bani gbe eru de ori ayafi ori eni.

Third, love can be found in the oddest places. A mechanic is human too, and Chidi is even literate. May God not let us miss good men in the name of wanting 'working class' guys.

Infact, Frankhawt, I doff my pant hat for you!

I'm female, by the way.

More ink to your pen.
Weldon.

the third point u noted above was one of my own purpose of writing this story 'love can be found in the oddest places' and even in oddest times. thanks lady... nice to know u are a lady, a pretty one for that matter. i feel honoured

princesa: joble....you're damn too funny, buildings

anyways, the story so far is intriguing, it has depth and combines all, romance, murder, action......well done.


but the typos were many in the last update.

ya the typos... i will work on them, they are fast becoming a habit. i promise my next update will be devoid of them

ok, guys.. thanks for being there, i will definitely update first thing in the morning. have a great night.

frank3.16:
ok, guys.. thanks for being there, i will definitely update first thing in the morning. have a great night.

i don finally show face.. Did anybody think i'd miss this for anything? You must be joking? Keep it Up bro..

Rap maestro: i don finally show face.. Did anybody think i'd miss this for anything? You must be joking? Keep it Up bro..

lol, nice to have u here... i was beginning to think u dont like my stories

frank3.16:


lol, nice to have u here... i was beginning to think u dont like my stories

lol.. I can't miss this for anything... I'm sure the Late Chigor knows this piece is splendid, this will surely put smile on her face wherever she is.. BTW, Frank, I'm with you bro.. .

Rap maestro: lol.. I can't miss this for anything... I'm sure the Late Chigor knows this piece is splendid, this will surely put smile on her face wherever she is.. BTW, Frank, I'm with you bro.. .

mnnn, thnaks bro.. seriously, thanks

frank3.16:


mnnn, thnaks bro.. seriously, thanks

so when should we expect the next update? Bro

Rap maestro: so when should we expect the next update? Bro

tomorrow morning, b4 ten am

CHAPTER 8

“Never you feel condemned for any reason. You are here in this world to undergo a very important test and how you fair in this test will determine how you will live after you leave this world. Don’t ever look down on yourself, but always remember that you are gods and you are winners. What you believe in is what will happen to you. How can you rule a world so large as earth when you die if you can’t pass the test of conquering your enemy here on earth? And how can you conquer your enemy if you don’t believe in yourself and if you are not strong?

The people of this world will make you feel condemned, they will call you sinners and some will even say you are sinners from birth. Do not believe that, never you listen to such ignorant statements…” Priest preached in the weekly fellowship that held every Tuesday by 5pm.

The congregation was about 68 in number. Everybody wore white, looking all holy but the group was a mix of sociopaths. The few women there comprised of prostitutes, drug addicts. Two of the women were confirmed armed robbers. The men were mostly sex offenders, armed robbers, and hired assassins.

Here they come to get a feeling of belonging and importance. To them, Priest was what the world needed. They loved him because he had given them reason to live their lives as they wanted, without any feeling of guilt. Without him they were nothing.

Contrary to what they had always believed, Priest had made them understand that they were on the right path. They were gods in the making and whatever their conscience told them was right just as long as it would make them stronger. What a way to go.

After the fellowship, Priest welcomed the new members; there were four of them - three males and a female.

He made them understand some of the rules they must abide as members. The first rule was that they must know that here was not a meeting ground to plan any mischievous act. The second was that, whatever life they chose to live outside this gathering was accepted and will never be condemned but it must not have anything to do with The Religion. The thirds rule was that members must answer the call of the group when needed for their expertise; this is the obligation they owe to the group. The last rule: always see The Religion as a gathering where people from different background come to share love and understand their reason for existence and nothing more.

The rules were simple for members, but unknowingly to them Priest had already figured out that these simple rules had a way of keeping members much more loyal and attached to the group than they thought. These people were already rejected in the ‘normal world’ and the love they felt here made it the only home they knew.

Nobody was put under compulsion of any kind to donate money. Members gave to the organization out of free will. Priest sometimes organized underground operations but he always ensured that no operation could be traced back to The Religion.
To people outside, they were just a religious group with wired people. Priest knew it was a wired gathering of people, but he didn’t care. After all, freedom or religion and association is their right and nobody can hold them against it.
Sometimes, Priest satisfied his sexual urge, when led by his spirit, by kidnapping unsuspecting young girls from distant towns and raping them to death in his chamber. Everything he did was right to his already delusional members.

He finished the service quickly today because his mind couldn’t concentrate on any other thing but the mission Chinedu and Jack were on. He couldn’t wait for them to bring back Adanna so that he could rape her to death.

He had tried to convince himself that what he had for her was hatred and nothing more. She was his enemy. She had drawn the battle line when she killed his brother and sent him to jail.

Yes! He hated her.

She might be pretty and she might appear like a beautiful goddess to him, but he hated her. Her flesh could appear desirable, her skin might be smooth and lovely, her face might be beautiful and angelic and those lips…, but he hated her. He must r.ape her to death.

He had never stopped thinking about her since her saw her in his neigbourhood a few weeks ago. The longing he had always had for her even as a kid reemerged and the stronghold she had on him that made him so scared of her as a kid all came back to his mind. He remembered spending days and night thinking about her, she was the angel of his heart, the angel he could never touch, the angel he was afraid of, his obsession. No!! She was his enemy and he hated her!

It was almost 5.30pm, he was anxious. He hoped his boys would be successful. He was sure they would be, after all they had never failed in any mission before. They had a hundred percent success rate.

But this was Adanna they were dealing with here. This girl was more powerful than any enemy he had ever faced. His spirit wasn’t feeling right about this.

How could he actualize godhood with Adanna on the loose? He was deeply bothered.

No, he must remain positive. He mustn’t be scared of the pretty thing.

He relaxed his mind and decided to take his mind of things for a moment. He looked up at the crowd of hoodlums around him. They were under his control.

He smiled.

Well, he must pick out one or two ladies to have a rough sex with this evening. This would relax his mind while he waited for the big event.

*** *** *** ***

“How do you feel now?” Adanna asked Daniel while he drove to the police station.

“How do I feel about what? Daniel returned, a bit confused.

“Now that he is dead, are you happy? Do you think your wife and kid have gotten justice?”

Daniel didn’t know what to answer. The question was very difficult for him. How did he feel? The emotion he felt right now could not be expressed in words. He felt empty. He didn’t just care that Benson was dead. He didn’t pity the fool. No, he didn’t feel anything, just that he was sure that whoever killed him had done the world a huge favour.

Justice for his wife and kid? No. he’d just realized that nothing could have been enough to justify the demise of his lovely family. Nothing could make him feel better even if a thousand Bensons were killed. Like Adanna said, he’d just have to hold onto the loving memory he has of them and pray they rest in peace.

Adanna… so that was her name? She had said the name sounded familiar when he mentioned it earlier on. Daniel was hopeful that she would soon get her memories once she was exposed to familiar territories and people.

He looked towards her direction and met her eyes staring at him; they both smiled and focused on the road.

Daniel thought he was going to really like her.

Adanna didn’t bother to probe further. How he felt about Benson’s death was totally up to him. But she’d just asked for him to give it a thought.

But her own problems were weighing her down. Why was someone after her? Was it something she did? Was she a bad person? Why did the police just believe she killed those nurses?

Well, she was going to the police station and she hoped things would be clearer by the end of the day. And if she was guilty of anything, wasn’t it appropriate that she gets punished by the law?

Then she thought of the supposed two people looking for her. A family member and a friend. Nkiru… Adanna…, the thought of these names brought familiar unreachable flashes to her brain, but it made the headache want to come back. The doctor had asked her not to put much pressure on her brain by trying too hard to recall the lost memories. The drug he had prescribed for her had been very effective. She really felt much better.

She just looked forward to getting her life back.

What would be of them? Both were thinking. What will happen after their encounter with the police? Will everything change? There was the possibility of both of them or either of them getting arrested.

They remained silent as Daniel drove the car towards an unknown future.

*** *** **** ***

Inspector Bassey waited patiently. He hoped Daniel would come just as he promised, but somewhere within him, he didn’t think Daniel would show up. How would a guilty person bring himself to the police station just like that? The man was just playing with them and wasting their time.

He was sitting on his office table and thinking of what move he would make if Daniel didn’t come. Somehow Bassey believed that Daniel had the key to solving at least half of the case. Well, all hope was not lost.

The mobile phone retrieved from Benson’s car had been quite helpful. They had checked Benson’s last call and text messages which revealed that Benson had been in communication with Hon. Iwu. Iwu was already known as a very corrupt politician and the fracas he had with Chief Orji was also a public thing. A connection was already being established and he was sure that further investigation would reveal why and how Orji died. Soon, Iwu would be brought in for questioning, but that will be after getting more information from undergoing investigation of course.

Then there was the text message from one of Benson’s brothers, the one named Emeka, confirming that the witness had been eliminated. That was something. But where did Daniel and the crazy lady come in? Was Benson’s death a reprisal attack from Chief Orji’s family or was it Daniel’s doing?

He was just going to give Daniel the benefit of doubt and wait till 6pm before making the next move.

He stood up from his table and paced up and down his office. He scratched his head in frustration and sat down on the table again.

Daniel said he was not guilty… perhaps he’s got nothing to do with this. No, that wasn’t possible. Benson killed his wife and kid and got away with it. The paper in Benson’s mouth said it all.

He looked at his time piece for the umpteenth time. It was almost 6pm and Daniel was not yet here. But he still decided to be patient and give him till 6pm as he had earlier decided.

*** *** *** ***

Emeka couldn’t control the flow of tears coming from his eyes. He was boiling with rage. The thought of Benson dead was unbearable. And that of Papa lying weakly on his bed, crying helplessly was scary.

Joe hit the starring of the red Honda Accord over and over again. He was shaking all over. His mind was filled with black patches of nothingness and the world around him was spinning so fast. Everything was going right this morning, how could such a sweet day end like this? Was this the end for them? Was this the end for the family?

They were packed at the junction the led to the police station in shell camp. Information reaching them from their informant revealed that Daniel was not yet at the police station.

The Omenka boys didn’t even use a minutes to wonder what they would do if Daniel didn’t show up at the police station. They had arrived five minutes ago and parked at the junction like they already had an appointment with him. All they had in mind was that Daniel would pass this way and nothing else mattered.

The road that led to the station was a scanty one and so they were sure that they would notice any ash coloured Toyota Siena that takes this direction at this time.

Their killing tools were ready. Emeka had with him his medium sized machete while Joe had his axe with him.
They didn’t care if they would get caught by the police and they weren’t afraid of carrying out their operation just at the junction close to the station. To see Daniel bleed to death was all that mattered to them. The consequence of their action wasn’t even given a second thought.
They waited.

*** *** *** ***

Few meters from the junction, Chinedu and Jack sat in their white Sedan and observed the Omenka boys. It was now obvious that following them as Priest had asked them to was the right move. The Omenka boys wouldn’t just come and park their car at the junction close to the police station just after the murder of their most influential barrister brother for nothing. They must be waiting for someone and who could that someone be if not their brother’s suspected killer? Another theory they had in mind was that they could be waiting for a police friend or an informant that would either lead them to their brother’s killer or give them information about him. Either way, they will keep on following the two until they lead them to Adanna. Everything was working out fine so far.

Chinedu and Jack didn’t give the possibility of a clash with the Omenka boys much thought, neither did they intend making any trouble with them. But the real problem they were faced with was how to retrieve Adanna without getting physical with the boys.

“We will first go the gentleman way and if they try to make trouble we give it to them.” Chinedu said.

“That sounds easy but I am not optimistic that it will go well. It will be very wrong if Priest’s enemy is killed by another person. How I wish they could just handle Daniel and leave her for good.” Jack complained from the passenger seat.

“I think you worry too much. You didn’t learn anything from Priest. Let us just sit and wait, you will see how the opportunity will present itself.” Chinedu said, “I have a feeling that she will try to run when they concentrate on dealing with Daniel. We will seize her before she knows it and quickly leave the scene. It is a good that this is going to happen on the street while he will be in his car. We will definitely do everything we can to get her, even if it means begging them to leave her for our sake.”

Jack just nodded in agreement. What Chinedu had just said made some sense to him. He’d better start being optimistic and hope for the best.

They relaxed and waited.

*** *** *** ***

ok, more will be coming later today, thanx all and have a happy new week

You are adhering to advice(s), your typos are reducing which is good... As a writer, that knows that somefin can come up at anytime, i'll gladly wait for the next update. Cheers.

Hmm.

This is the Nollywood part where ghen ghen ghen ghen becomes appropriate.

Oh Frankhawt, my master thriller, bring it on. Pour into my mental bucket sweet flowing intriguing words of your story. The way I'm just refreshing this topic to check for updates, you'd soon have 10000000 views, lols.

Good work☞

Very Interesting. Good job man

mollytinrox: Hmm.

This is the Nollywood part where ghen ghen ghen ghen becomes appropriate.

Oh Frankhawt, my master thriller, bring it on. Pour into my mental bucket sweet flowing intriguing words of your story. The way I'm just refreshing this topic to check for updates, you'd soon have 10000000 views, lols.

Good work☞

Lol
Fantastic From Frank
Expecting more updates tonight
This police station saga is filled wirh lots of suspense o

sorry guys... i will not b able to post this evening as i promised, got a little busy... i will definitely do some updates tomorrow morning. thanks for understanding. @steven, candis mollytinrox(i will like to know how u got this name), and rapmaestro, thnks for ur comments. i will definitely not disappoint tomorrow.

The inevitable has happened.
Frankhawt has broken my heart.













































and mended it by saying he'll update tomorrow.
For tomorrow's update in advance, I say thanks. Now let's see why you will want to break my heart again☺

Hmmm.candis was goten wen i was n sec skul,d name of our group was "D gorgeous staz" includin three of us(Cutie,Candis n Cherish). All startin wt "C" but candis means smetin swit sha*winks*

Typo Free!..hmmm!
M Impressed.


Your update @10.05am,,,ders a tiny error sha.
'he'd start being pessimistic n hope for d best'..
I thought it shld b optimistic?!..or am i wrong?

iebanehita: Typo Free!..hmmm!
M Impressed.


Your update @10.05am,,,ders a tiny error sha.
'he'd start being pessimistic n hope for d best'..
I thought it shld b optimistic?!..or am i wrong?

You are right. There's another error; starring for steering...

You are doing a great job Mr. Frank. I can't wait to read your next update

Y r u breakin ma hrt Mr Frank, we neva forced words into ur mouth wen u promisd to update later, ok ooo no prob, tomorow u say, we shall wait. GUD STORY