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Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by talk2saintify(m): 5:20am On Mar 04, 2017
Biafrabushboy

Am actually sowee for my stupidity
Very sowee
Ah was jux bord ah thought ah should upload something,.............
Please forgive me.....
Give this guy's update and don't punish dem for ma sins please

Am sorry everyone, ah actually thought ah was helping please guys forgive and ask op to do the same........
Ah don't like having problem wif ppl
Please guys God knows ah apologized...
Am sorry again
#peace

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Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by wind10(m): 8:54am On Mar 04, 2017
talk2saintify:
Biafrabushboy

Am actually sowee for my stupidity
Very sowee
Ah was jux bord ah thought ah should upload something,.............
Please forgive me.....
Give this guy's update and don't punish dem for ma sins please

Am sorry everyone, ah actually thought ah was helping please guys forgive and ask op to do the same........
Ah don't like having problem wif ppl
Please guys God knows ah apologized...
Am sorry again
#peace
I hv forgiven u bt I dnt knw for others grin
Go ND sin no more wink
Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by talk2saintify(m): 9:31am On Mar 04, 2017
wind10:

I hv forgiven u bt I dnt knw for others grin
Go ND sin no more wink
thanks

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Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by Hadampson(m): 10:04am On Mar 04, 2017
Biafrabushboy.. pls 4gv im coz he has apologized 4 hiz mistake.. plz Continue 4 God's sake...

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Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by BiafraBushBoy(m): 11:57am On Mar 04, 2017
Aiight guys... You all will give me a little time to write...

No probs guys! smiley Just a little time

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Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by Mimienudles(f): 6:58pm On Mar 04, 2017
BiafraBushBoy:
Aiight guys... You all will give me a little time to write...

No probs guys! smiley Just a little time
yeaaaaaaaaaaaaa thanks
Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by ChopBellefull(m): 7:35pm On Mar 04, 2017
Mimienudles:
yeaaaaaaaaaaaaa thanks
ds guy nearly ruined our marriage.. Buh God pass m... Biafrabushboy tnx 4 understanding

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Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by Mimienudles(f): 7:45pm On Mar 04, 2017
ChopBellefull:

ds guy nearly ruined our marriage.. Buh God pass m... Biafrabushboy tnx 4 understanding
never! Am dreaming big already
Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by sashx(m): 7:36am On Mar 05, 2017
Oga BiafraBushBoy your boys still dey anticipate woo.
Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by Mimienudles(f): 2:15pm On Mar 05, 2017
BiafraBushBoy:
Aiight guys... You all will give me a little time to write...

No probs guys! smiley Just a little time
ohhhhhhhhhhhh haba... what are you waiting for naaaa E dey like say pectin dey cook beans on top sand undecided

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Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by ChopBellefull(m): 10:03pm On Mar 06, 2017
Biafrabushboy shey na like ds u wan take end ds story.. No b so o.. I keep checking bt nothing new frm u.. If u r at it.. Tell us na mk our hope neva die
Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by Mimienudles(f): 10:21pm On Mar 06, 2017
ChopBellefull:
Biafrabushboy shey na like ds u wan take end ds story.. No b so o.. I keep checking bt nothing new frm u.. If u r at it.. Tell us na mk our hope neva die
sheyyyyyyyyy
Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by timota(m): 3:55pm On Mar 07, 2017
so juliet is the innocent victim of the story
Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by timota(m): 3:57pm On Mar 07, 2017
ChopBellefull:
Biafrabushboy shey na like ds u wan take end ds story.. No b so o.. I keep checking bt nothing new frm u.. If u r at it.. Tell us na mk our hope neva die
the story is on net so u can read it im already reading epistle 19
Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by Mimienudles(f): 5:28pm On Mar 07, 2017
timota:
the story is on net so u can read it im already reading epistle 19
seriously? How please...
Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by Nobody: 5:44pm On Mar 07, 2017
Mimienudles:
seriously? How please...
na wa for u ooo.... u dey mind rhat timota. na blabber abeg.
Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by Youngbarna(m): 7:26pm On Mar 07, 2017
Mimienudles:
seriously? How please...
topwritersden.com
Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by timota(m): 8:40pm On Mar 07, 2017
Drabeey:


na wa for u ooo.... u dey mind rhat timota. na blabber abeg.
topwritersden.com
Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by ChopBellefull(m): 9:47pm On Mar 07, 2017
timota:
the story is on net so u can read it im already reading epistle 19
really.. Link pls
Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by Mimienudles(f): 10:22pm On Mar 07, 2017
ChopBellefull:

really.. Link pls
just scroll up and use that topwritters link he shared. I've just read episode 19 and it's... wow!
Kudos BiafraBushBoy
Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by BiafraBushBoy(m): 12:41am On Mar 08, 2017
“Stop there!” The immigration man yelled as we all down back to see who they were pointing to.

“Me?”

“Yes you!” He said!

“Jesus” I whispered inside my heart.

“Please come back, something flashed on our system” He requested politely. A mind asked me to run, but that would create a huge suspicion. Wind and Mylestone had already passed the scanner, so why would I be the unlucky person?

“Put your bag over there…” The man ordered. I remained calm but sweating deep down inside my ass.

“Excuse me sir…” He called to one of the other officer to come around. He whispered something into his ear and they exchanged discussions. The other officer nodded his head in agreement and went out of sight. I kept waiting patiently while wind and mylestone were waiting for me at the waiting hall.

It wasn’t long before plenty officials of the immigration scheme swarmed round me.

“Follow us Sir” One of the men said to me. I remained calmed like always and followed them patiently to a room. I was about be transferred to a room that was tagged “scanning room” before a woman rushed to speak with one of the men for the immigration.

“Sorry sir” she said as she alerted the attention of one the highest ranking officers in our midst.

“Any problems?” The man asked

“Yes Sir” She said as she beckoned on him to come

“Keep an eye on him” The officer said as she left our scene and followed the woman. I was right there calm but sweating right inside a chilly room. I did all I could to maintain a smiling face and smiled at every official who looked at my face.

“Where are you from?” One of the immigration men asked me

“Enugu state sir” I responded with a smile.

“Jesus!” He exclaimed

“What side?” He asked me

“From Nkanu local govt” I responded

“Oh my God!” The man shouted

“Nduka!” He called onto one of his colleagues in a low voice “Come and see something”

The other one walked down slowly and came around where I was seated

“I no even know say na our brother be this ooo” The officer said to Nduka that came around”

“Na Nkanu boy?” Nduka asked the officer

“Even from the same village ooo” He responded

“Nawa ooo” Nduka responded

“So why you come dey do all this kain thing na” Nduka asked me. I kept mute and just smiled.

“Show first” Nduka spoke to the other officer who got to know about me first. They went to a corner of the office and spoke in a low tone. The continued the discussion till one of them finally came to meet with me.

“We go know wetin we go do sha… but you really mess up” He said to me. I was already feeling unease because of the signs going on right there in my belle. I was starting to feel pains and it seems the pain killers were beginning to wear off from my body. It wasn’t long, before the highest immigration officer came back with a team of other officers.

“Follow me” He commanded. Nduka and the officer from my village escorted me as we all followed the commandant to where he was going to. When we go to the destination, he ordered the other officers to remain outside while I followed him inside his office.

“The report reachn me says you are en-route Brazil. Am I correct?” He asked me

“Yes Sir” I replied gently

“I believe you know why we detained you for a long period of time” The officer asked. I kept mute without an idea of what to say.

“I believe I am talking to you” He reminded me.

“Yes Sir, I am aware” I replied.

“You know what would have been your jail sentence?” He asked with a smile. I smiled back with little or no answer to give.

“What is your name?” He asked. I told him and he wrote it down somewhere.

“Your flight to your destination would be leaving in few minutes, once you are out of this country; just know that you are now on your own.” He said to me keenly.

“No problems Sir” I said while wiping my mouth.

“Anytime you fall into any shit, just call who sent you to call me. Is that clear?” He questioned.

“Yes Sir” I said with a low voice.

“You can go. Hold this paper and show anyone who stops you.” He said as he handed over to me a white paper with lots of stamps all over it. I quickly left the room and was me by the officer from my state and the officer Nduka.

“Is everything alright?” They questioned simultaneously

“Yeap, I am free now” I responded

“Just be carefull ooo” Officer Nduka said.

“Thanks” I greeted them warmly.

“Any show for guys?” They asked as I was about to leave. I immediately deep my hand into my pocket and brought out some piece of dollars I had already changed.

“Na you biko ooo” They hailed.

“Just dey careful loo and remember us when you return ooo” Officer Nduka yelled lightly as I ran towards where mylestone and wind were waiting for me.

It wasn’t long I arrived before the announcement of the boarding of our plane commenced.

“We have to go guys” I ordered the both of them. We immediately went to our terminal was located as we made way for our plane.

We boarded the plane according to the numbers we had, and located our seats on the plane.

“Welcome on board” The white Asian woman said as I smiled back at her.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome abroad this airline flight. If your travel plans does not include where we are heading to, then now would be a perfect time to make yourself known to a member of the cabin crew. In the event of a sudden drop in cabin pressure, oxygen mask will drop down. Please fasten your seatbelt and get prepared for this wonderful flight. Thanks!”

“Are you okay?” I asked mylestone who was looking very scared and worried.

“I am not” He replied

“What is wrong?” I asked him as his face turned pale and unending nerves were all over his face.

“Bro… I think something bad is about to happen” He said.



To Be Continued

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Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by BiafraBushBoy(m): 12:44am On Mar 08, 2017
Sorry guys.. abeg work and some other stuffs no gree me relax write wetin dey my head.

I will be fast while updating. If you don't have time to use the link... just relax because I will still paste everything here.

Thanks for standing with my story. I must finish telling this story.

A MUST! smiley

Next update @ http://topwritersden.com/diary-of-a-heartbroken-hustler-2/20/

Coming fast again.

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Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by timota(m): 1:20am On Mar 08, 2017
ChopBellefull:
really.. Link pls
topwritersden.com
Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by wind10(m): 7:04am On Mar 09, 2017
Ride on bro.....
Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by Nobody: 4:47pm On Mar 10, 2017
bushboy how far now
Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by Nobody: 6:07pm On Mar 10, 2017
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Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by Odochime(m): 3:11pm On Mar 11, 2017
Bros Wassup na, u dey wait make Jesus come before u post something?
We don pay u our attention but u no wan give us wetin we pay for.
Update abeq
Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by BiafraBushBoy(m): 4:04pm On Mar 11, 2017
“What is that?” I asked so worried

“I am having pains in my belle” He said with pains written all over his face. He bent down slowly as he held onto the side of his belle.

“Bro, I am in pains” He said slowly while still bent.

“What is wrong na…” I asked anxiously while looking around to know if we were catching people’s attention. It seemed all eyes were already towards our angle. Just like we were moving from the frying pan to fire…

“Excuse me miss… we have a situation over here” One of the men on board alerted the attention of the air hostess. She gently walked down towards our direction while mylestone was still bending and holding tightly to his belle.
“Can I help Sir?” she enquired with a wonderful and melodious voice.

“I think he will be fine” I said before Mylestone started coughing uncontrollably. His eyes were already going dim and he was already gasping for breath.

“He isn’t alright and you know that” The Air Hostess said.

“I have to inform the pilot to make an emergency landing” She said as she was about to leave. I quickly held her by the hand and requested audience with her.

“His case his complicated and I know exactly how to treat it.” I said to her. She stared like me like someone who just lost his senses.

“Are you a doctor?” She asked surprised.

“Yes I am” I replied confidently “I am a graduate from one of the top universities in America” I added to solidify my claim.

“So what do you think is wrong with him?” She questioned. Obviously I guess to test my knowledge of human anatomy.

“Well I think it was food poisoning, and I need to do something fast” I said.

‘He is getting worse” One of the white women on the plane screamed. I quickly rushed towards his direction and with the help of wind, we moved him to the toilet of the plane. I already knew what was happening. I have heard stories about it and report that others gave about it.

“I think it is the drugs” I told Wind, who quickly approved my claims.

“So what do we do?” He asked. I quickly exited the toilet and went to meet with the Hostess I spoke with before.

“Please I need your help” I said quietly to her with my face looking so sad. I guess she could see the agony on my face.

“Just tell and I will help” She said with a smile.

“Do you have any drug that could purge the stomach?” I asked her. She smiled so hard and led me by the hands towards another section of the plane.

“Is it what I am thinking?” She asked me with a smile.

“Yeap” I nodded my head in agreement. I had no choice as Mylestone was already going down.

“You should have told me on time” She replied as we continued our march down to the toilet. She reached a point and reached for the pocket of her overall.

“This would do the trick” She said as we finally marched into the male toilet and to our surprise, we found Mylestone on the floor.

“What happened?” I asked Wind aggressively. I quickly rushed to and bent down to check his pulse. It was ticking very low.

“Open his mouth” The Air Hostess ordered. We poured water inside of his mouth and pressed his chest.

“Wake up Myles” I whispered as we continued to press. Wind was standing at a corner with his hands on his head.

“Come and help out bro” I ordered him. I dipped my hand inside his throat in a bid to trigger his sensitive nerves. He was still lying on the floor without any movement.

“Put it again” The Hostess ordered me. I deep my finger into his throat once more, and there was Mylestone jerking up with speed. He quickly vomited some liquid contents out of his mouth. I and Wind lifted him up and faced him towards the sink. I dipped my hand into his throat again, and this time there came the drugs wrapped in a protective material.

“That’s much” The Air hostess said

“Is it his first time?” She asked

“Yes it is our first time” Wind added.

I looked at Wind surprised and took a fast look at the Air Hostess who was visibly shocked.

“Both of you are also couriers?” She asked shocked. There was a moment of loud silence between everyone in the room. Mylestone’s cough was what interrupted the silence in the room.

“I asked a question and I need an answer” She repeated.

“Yes we are also couriers” I answered slowly. She looked at us surprised and was about to leave the restroom. I grabbed her immediately and looked at her in the face.

“Please you have to help us. This is our first time” I pleaded with her.

“So what do you want me to do?” She asked

“Anything you can do to help us” I pleaded as Wind came along too to join my pleas too. She looked at us and probably saw the sincerity in our eyes. She was about to say something, when we had a knock on the door.

“I need to use the rest room” The voice echoed from outside.

“Just a minute sir” I responded.

“Bring everything out” She ordered. I immediately deep my hand into my throat and within few trials, everything came gushing out. My eyes were filled with bloodshots as I vomited everything inside of my stomach. Wind didn’t have any serious problems bringing out his own. We immediately washed everything clean using the sink water and we handed it to her in a polythene bag.

“Keep track of me, I will find a way to sort you guys out when we reach our destination” She said. I peeped through the door scanner and made sure that the person that knocked was no longer there, and we made way for her to move out of the rest room. We helped Mylestone up to his feet and carried him to his chair space on the plane.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, very soon we will be landing. Fasten your seatbelt as we do so” Was the voice that came out of the cockpit. “We are having a stop over at Johannesburg, before we head onto Brazil”

It wasn’t long before we landed as we stopped-over for a while before the next journey to be commenced. Luckily for us, it was the same plane to be used on our trip to Brazil from South Africa. It didn’t take long before we re-boarded our plane back and we were on our way to the country of Christ.

“Are you okay now?” I asked Myles with a smile.

“Yes Bro. I owe you a lot” He said as he held on to my hands tightly.

“Yea, God is watching over us” I said to him

“He nodded in agreement and smiled deeply. We were still reminiscing over the recent occurrences before Wind interrupted our discussion.

“To buy house for Lekki or to build house for village, which one go make sense pass?” He asked

“Which money you wan use buy the house?” I asked him

“The money they go pay us na. Once we finish this business, I wan know the one wey go make sense pass” He said. We all went into laughter till tears almost came out of our eyes.

Sitting, discussing, playing card games, sleeping and watching movies was all we kept doing till the pilot informed us that we have arrived the Country of Christ.

“Welcome to Brazil bro!” An excited Wind said to me. I smiled over it and couldn’t wait for the door to fling open.

“Where is that hostess?” Myles asked curiously

“Jesus! Oh my God!” Wind shouted!!

To Be Continued!

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Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by BiafraBushBoy(m): 4:05pm On Mar 11, 2017
Next episode here!

http://topwritersden.com/diary-of-a-heartbroken-hustler-2/21/

I know I am slow.. but please bear with me. Please sad

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Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by wind10(m): 5:03pm On Mar 11, 2017
Am suspecting dis girl.......
Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by smartkester(m): 6:03pm On Mar 11, 2017
Lol.. It's getting tougher
Re: Diary Of A Heartbroken Hustler by ChopBellefull(m): 10:21pm On Mar 11, 2017
smartkester:
Lol.. It's getting tougher
b lyk say dat hostess neva knqw say sth wen strong pass m dey involved on d matter based on una otumokpo level

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