Lilyomi:
O my Goodness! Janet in shredded attire? Kelvin definitely forced himself on the poor lady. Kelvin is sooooooo wicked! The evil that men do these days, surprises even the devil..

it couldn't b any funnier
Yomi u can try ur hands on comedy I'm sure you'll make a gud comedian

seriously? When did that actually happen that I wasn't aware of?
d9ty7 u de do gud jor.. keep them coming

D9ty7:
Hey guys, updates will come but not this morning. My charger bleeped up last night, so I had to give my battery to a friend who will help me charge it with his phone in his dad's office. I am managing my second battery untill 2pm when the guy is likely to return. Just bear with me okay?

I loyal till d end......Clement shudnt go weary o

kingphilip:

it couldn't b any funnier
Yomi u can try ur hands on comedy I'm sure you'll make a gud comedian

seriously? When did that actually happen that I wasn't aware of?
d9ty7 u de do gud jor.. keep them coming

Thnks bro. I'm glad I made u smile

Lilyomi:

Thnks bro. I'm glad I made u smile

Uwc ma'am

Hws Oms

murmuring akons song sunny day, abeg who know the wordings well.
dankelv na hell fire sure pass

nice one d9ty7

I am following you like twitter. You are da bomb ma

Update drops any moment from now

Only God knows the number of times I checked for updates today despite not having data plan.

femyodsky:
Only God knows the number of times I checked for updates today despite not having data plan.

same here oh

femyodsky:
Only God knows the number of times I checked for updates today despite not having data plan.

Same

--continuation--
The police force has been thrown into confusion since Mike's abduction by Danger-kelv. A petittion has been written by a faction of junior police officers in Lagos state to the inspector General of police in Abuja requestion for a change in heirachy. They want a new police commissioner in the state and new DPO in every police station, on claims that the security of the police is not guaranteed, they threatened to go on strike if their requests are not granted.
"Can anyone tell me what the problem is? I came on board just week ago and the structures I met on ground are perfectly okay, so why are we not making a headway?
The under fire police commissioner who just took over under a week ago asked his colleagues in an emergency meeting involving the top police officers in the state Headquarters in preparation for the meeting the the Inspector General of police who flew into Lagos state in the early hours of the day and had since gone into a behind closed door meeting with the state governor.
In attendance inside the commissioner of police were, Inspector Clement, the supritendent of police, the assistant supritendent of police, the public relation officer, and the commissioner himself.
"To say the truth sir, I can't explain." The police supritendent replied.
"That is all you say, you can't explain. Why will you explain? When you are always in your office sitting comfortably with no worries, just waiting for the end of the month alert. With all due respect sir, you are incompetent for this post. You don't even have the records to make it to the post you are currently occupying." The Comissioner ranted.
Everyone in the room except Clement echanged suprised looks. None of them was expecting such an outburst from their boss. They have always seen him as a cool headed dude who was so down to earth and treats the second and third in command to him with respect, because age-wise, they are both older than him, at least with five years.
"You can't talk to us like that." The public relation officer, a woman in her mid forties said.
Ada was her name.
"Look here Ada, you are the most non performing of the three. As a public relations officer, what are you duties? Since I came here, the pressmen has visited this place about four times and on those four occasions, Detective Ngozi had addressed them in you absence. You are not asked to handle gun, all that is expected from you is be the spokes person of the force, reach out to the masses, give them assurance that everything is under control. But you only show up at work every morning to sign in and return at the close of work to sign out. Is that why you were employed?"
"You are not my husband, neither are you my father. We were both employed here, no one is superior to another, do your job the way you can and let me do mine the way I want." Ada replied.
"Ada, that's a very wrong thing to say. A pettition has been written to the office of the IG and I am sure you know that the IG is in town. He'll be here by twelve to address the major stakeholders in the Lagos state command. You knw what to expect, a vote of no confidence has been passed by junior officers and you know what that means. Either you are stripped of your ranks of you are transferred." Clement explained.
Everyone kept quiet and listened to him.
"Who sent the junior officers on to write to the IG?" The ASP asked.
"Well, its not about who sent them to write the IG, it is very obvious, their bosses are not really working, you people don't care about their well being, you people don't care about their safety, all you just want them to do is face the terrorists while you sit back in you offices. Here is a copy of the pettition." The commissioner said giving a printed paper of about fourteen pages to the ASP who collected it and went through it.
"This is ridiculous." He exclaimed passing it to the SP.
"There is nothing ridiculous about this charges. You are guilty of the charges pressed against you. Just pray you find the favour of the IG or you risk facing the security committee." The commissioner replied.
Clement throughout the meeting which turned to an arguement arena which lasted for an hour had his mind on something different and unique. His main concern is how to get his father, Kelvin can wait.
A very good idea struck his mind but he couldn't hope too much, his colleagues might not be cooperative with him afterall.

--to be continued--

D9ty7:
--continuation--
The police force has been thrown into confusion since Mike's abduction by Danger-kelv. A petittion has been written by a faction of junior police officers in Lagos state to the inspector General of police in Abuja requestion for a change in heirachy. They want a new police commissioner in the state and new DPO in every police station, on claims that the security of the police is not guaranteed, they threatened to go on strike if their requests are not granted.
"Can anyone tell me what the problem is? I came on board just week ago and the structures I met on ground are perfectly okay, so why are we not making a headway?
The under fire police commissioner who just took over under a week ago asked his colleagues in an emergency meeting involving the top police officers in the state Headquarters in preparation for the meeting the the Inspector General of police who flew into Lagos state in the early hours of the day and had since gone into a behind closed door meeting with the state governor.
In attendance inside the commissioner of police were, Inspector Clement, the supritendent of police, the assistant supritendent of police, the public relation officer, and the commissioner himself.
"To say the truth sir, I can't explain." The police supritendent replied.
"That is all you say, you can't explain. Why will you explain? When you are always in your office sitting comfortably with no worries, just waiting for the end of the month alert. With all due respect sir, you are incompetent for this post. You don't even have the records to make it to the post you are currently occupying." The Comissioner ranted.
Everyone in the room except Clement echanged suprised looks. None of them was expecting such an outburst from their boss. They have always seen him as a cool headed dude who was so down to earth and treats the second and third in command to him with respect, because age-wise, they are both older than him, at least with five years.
"You can't talk to us like that." The public relation officer, a woman in her mid forties said.
Ada was her name.
"Look here Ada, you are the most non performing of the three. As a public relations officer, what are you duties? Since I came here, the pressmen has visited this place about four times and on those four occasions, Detective Ngozi had addressed them in you absence. You are not asked to handle gun, all that is expected from you is be the spokes person of the force, reach out to the masses, give them assurance that everything is under control. But you only show up at work every morning to sign in and return at the close of work to sign out. Is that why you were employed?"
"You are not my husband, neither are you my father. We were both employed here, no one is superior to another, do your job the way you can and let me do mine the way I want." Ada replied.
"Ada, that's a very wrong thing to say. A pettition has been written to the office of the IG and I am sure you know that the IG is in town. He'll be here by twelve to address the major stakeholders in the Lagos state command. You knw what to expect, a vote of no confidence has been passed by junior officers and you know what that means. Either you are stripped of your ranks of you are transferred." Clement explained.
Everyone kept quiet and listened to him.
"Who sent the junior officers on to write to the IG?" The ASP asked.
"Well, its not about who sent them to write the IG, it is very obvious, their bosses are not really working, you people don't care about their well being, you people don't care about their safety, all you just want them to do is face the terrorists while you sit back in you offices. Here is a copy of the pettition." The commissioner said giving a printed paper of about fourteen pages to the ASP who collected it and went through it.
"This is ridiculous." He exclaimed passing it to the SP.
"There is nothing ridiculous about this charges. You are guilty of the charges pressed against you. Just pray you find the favour of the IG or you risk facing the security committee." The commissioner replied.
Clement throughout the meeting which turned to an arguement arena which lasted for an hour had his mind on something different and unique. His main concern is how to get his father, Kelvin can wait.
A very good idea struck his mind but he couldn't hope too much, his colleagues might not be cooperative with him afterall.
--to be continued--

nice one...more grease to ur elbow

Weldone man. ha what a suspense....... Abeg when is d next update.... i can't wait........ pls

--continuation--
Mike was made to stand with cuffs binding his hands and legs such that, he couldn't take three steps without almost falling down. He couldn't move, he was immobile and couldn't defend himself from the beatings he was recieving from his fellow men.
The hall was slient with a man in mask facing him, Mike couldn't read the expression on the man's face but he had a feeling he had a smirk on his face.
"At last, we've got Clement in our custody." He siad happily. The rest of his men smiled and clapped happily.
Kelvin smiled from where he sat and gave Mike a wink. Mike wanted to protest that he is not Clement, but he felt playing along with them will help him a bit.
"What do we owe Danger-kelv for this suprise package?" Maleek asked.
Kelvin stood up and bowed his head a bit before he bagan.
"My service to this great empire is valuable than the reward that I get. I just want to help this corporation achieve it dreams, reach its desired destiny. You nay decide to reward me for this, but its not my priority." Kelvin said brilliantly.
Mike was awed by his brilliance. If people with such brilliance are within a corporation such as this whose activities are totally inhumane and barbaric, then the hope for a better future for the country Nigeria is bleak. Mike believed that if brilliant head are put together, if brilliant minds are joined to share ideas, this country will be a better place to live in. No wonder the police has been battling with no result against insurgency for the past six months, if a common hitman could posses brilliance such as this, he wondered the kind of brilliance that would be exhibited by the corporation strategist whose work is to one way or the other draw a map of entry into even the most secured building in the country.
"I love you humilty. You'll be flown out of the country to learn more from our internationally affliated groups, such as the Al Queda, the hezboella to mention a few. Just pick one and a phone call would do." Maleek said after which he bent down a bit and so did the officials who were seated near him and the conversed in whispers.
"What do you suggest we do to this man here?" Maleek asked.
From the look of things, it seemed the meeting was all about Maleek and Kelvin, because every question from Maleek is always directed to Kelvin, while Kelvin replies has shown evidences that they belonged to Maleek, everyone else in the room just had to pay attention.
"I think you should ask everybody in the house. My decision may be stupid, but with everybody reaching a conclusion." Kelvin replied.
After several of arguements, the house splitted into two factions. A faction was in support of Mike's death while some people wanst Khal corp to draft him into the system and fly him abroad to learn more from Hezboella. Everyone was anticipating Kelvin's stance on the issue and most importantly, Maleek.
"I think he should be flown out of the country for more training. We all know he is my brother, I can't watch you guys kill him, remember we killed his wife." Mike explained.
"An so shall it be." Maleek said with a tone of finality.
The meting dispersed one after the other and as Kelvin made his way out of the underground, he felt someone pull him back. It was Hakym.
"I love the little stunt of yours." Hakym said.
Kelvin ignored him and snatch his hand off his grip as he made to walk away.
The door opened and Maleek stepped out of the underground hall, heading towards the earth surface.
"Do you have to mistake Clement's identity for Maleek?" Hakym asked through gritted teeth.
"You'll understand in due time."
--to be continued--

Kelvin Kelvo..... Nice One...

hey!! wats kelvin up 2?

luks lyk danger-klev is trying to protect his broda... .....but d way hakym dey behave ehn, he myt betray DK

Wow............did kelvin just do that? That was so sweet of him........
Mike........pele o....am gonna start a special fasting and prayer for u

Slingkey:


nice one...more grease to ur elbow

Dude whatz wronq with u...? Huh...?
Dnt try dis tin aqain next time...!... Why would u quote all d whole post jux to comment dat trash...? Mtcheeeeeew.... Some quyz can be stupid atimes... Anyway... Oqa D9ty7 dnt mind me... Was jux tryinq to protect dis thread from beinq derailed... Nice work dre... But whatz kelvin up to sef...? Did he want to save his broda...? Hmmmmmm... Let me wait and see lah... **folds arm and countinue waitinq paciencly...**

Slingkey:


nice one...more grease to ur elbow

oga y u quote whole update na god bless you o

Slingkey:


nice one...more grease to ur elbow

Pls no quote all again abeg

--continuation--
Clement walked into the office three hours after he had left for a double header meeting with the state commissioner of police and and the Inspector General of police.
"How was the meeting?" Ngozi asked.
"It wasn't bad." He replied slumping on the chair.
"What was the final decision?" She asked.
"The ASP will be transferred to Bayelsa at the end of the week while the IG will meet with his commmittee in Abuja to decide the fate of the SP, you know he is nearing retirement, so it will be stupid to transfer him. Until the final decision he'll be on suspension." Clement explained.
"That means if things really go well, he could be retrenched?" She asked.
"Yeah, forced retirement." Clement replied.
"What of this woman? Ada?"
"Suspension until the end of the month." Clement replied hoping that the conversation would end there.
"Anything about Mike yet?" She asked.
"The IG claimed meeting is on with this Isreali intelligence agency, MOUSSAD. They'll be lending us a helping hand on the case." Clement replied, the excitement in his voice already worn off.
"That's ridiculous." Sylvester chipped in.
Clement wanted to laugh at the way Sylvester sounded. So he could talk, so why has he been keeping quiet? But when he heard that and international intelligence agency from Isreal will be coming down to Nigeria to help the police meaning the FBI's job is over, he voiced out.
"What's ridiculous about it?" Clement asked.
"Why should they bring in MOUSSAD? We here can bring down Khal corp." He said.
"Well, those in authority wants MOUSSAD in Nigeria, there is nothing we can do about it." Clement replied.
"But is there a diplomatic relationship between Nigeria and Isreal? I think we broke all relations during the civil war. So why is this happening so fast?" Sylvester asked.
"Ask Mr President that question then." Clement replied, automatically bringing an end to the discussion.
He closed his eyes and prayed for the powerful hands of sleep to carry him into the dreamland even thought he knew that it was fuitless. The day that one sleeps inside that office of theirs with the noise emanating from the generator house not too far from their window, such person is from the mars.
"Ngozi and I have finallized how best to get Danger-kelv." Sylvester began.
Clement opened his eyes slowly.
"Are you serious?" He asked facing Ngozi.
She nodded her head in the affirmative.
"What's our chances with the plan?" He asked further.
"Seventy percent." Sylvester replied.
His face lit up in excitement. "Lets hear it."
"According to what Ngozi told me, she had history with Kelvin and we could use that against him."
"Did you?" Clement asked Ngozi who nodded her head in the affirmative.
"He wanted us to take it serious and I believe he'll answer my call." She added.
"And if you give him a call now, what do you think will happen with the current situation? He'll leave his hiding place to answer your call?" Clement asked.
"You don't understand. We'll give him some time, let him have a feeling that we are back together, then I'll demand seeing him." Ngozi explained.
"And no right thinking human will fall for that. He knes you are a police officer, a front runner at that. You are one of the people who wants to arrest him at all cost, and you expect his to come out of his hiding place just to see you? Every history that you once had ended the last time you saw." Clement explained and opened his laptop.
"So, are you saying we shouldn't use this approach?" Sylvester asked.
"Sly, you should know better, this won't work. Think of something else."
"Why will it work? If it were to be someone else it would be worth trying, but when it comes to your brother, every plan doesn't work because he is an expert or untouchable." Ngozi said and hissed.
Clement smiled.

--to be continued--

Clement smiled.... Ngozi should remember that clement n keliv ar brothers... So he knw what DK can Do!!!....

--continuation--
Mike has been locked up inside a cell after he was paraded before everyone in the building which he couldn't place how big it is. His mind was in a turmoil, he couldn't fathom why Kelvin would tell lies to his boys that he(Mike) is Clement and they fell for it.
Is he trying to protect his brother? Certainly not. But what is he up to? Only time will tell.
The iron bar into his cell slid opened and Kelvin walked in.
"Hey Miko." Kelvin said mockingly.
Mike ignored his greeting and kept to himself far out of the world, but this time not thinking.
"I think am talking to you." Kelvin said squatting in front of him.
"And when I decide not to answer you, you can go and die." Mike replied.
Kelvin smiled. "I am not dieing anytime soon, but you are, Inspector Clement of our time."
"That reminds me, what the fvck were you thinking when you introduced me to you bestial colleagues that I am Clement?" Mike asked.
"Its very simple, if you know for how long Maleek wanted to kill Clemen himself, you'll be suprised and I personally would love to see life drained out of Clement. Maleek won't give a chance to kill Clement if I should bring him here, and since no one recognises this Clement of a man, then you are the best candidate. That leaves me in pole position to kill Clement the same way I killed his fvcking wife." Kelvin explained.
"So, you mean Maleek will kill me?" Mike asked.
"Of course." Kelvin replied.
"Than why did you advice him to send me to Hezboella for more training?" Mike asked.
"Since you personally discovered that Habeeb is the mole within the police force, we needed someone else to help us blow off the police headquarter. Clement is the best option, but with you deputising for Clement, you'll do it. Mind you its sucidal." Kelvin explained.
"How did you know that I personally discovered Habeeb as the mole?" Mike asked.
"We have another mole within the police." Kelvin replied.
"Who is he?" Mike asked.
"You will know once you become a full member of Khal corp." Kelvin replied.
"But, do you realise I can foil your plans?" Mike asked his brain working tirelessly. He wanted to punish Kelvin and an idea just strucked him.
"How will you do that?" Kelvin asked.
"With my Identity card. My names are well written on it. And Maleek would be able to see that I am not Clement." Mike explained.
Kelvin without thinking twice moved closer to Mike in the squatting position and dipped his hand into his pocket. Mike smiled, there was nothing in his pocket, he managed to raise his cuffed hands above Kelvin and the next thing he did was grip Kelvin's neck with the chain. He pressed it real hard and he knew if he did this for the next three to five minute Kelvin would die, and he'll be killed too.
Kelvin screamed, but no one could hear his voice.
"Plead for my mercy." Mike said.
"No...... Way." Kelvin replied.
He loved his courage, even at the point of death, he didn't plead for mercy, that shows the kind of heart he has.
Just then a torchlight flashed in ther direction. Mike knew his fun is over, he released his grip and Kelvin slumped to the ground breathing hard like he'd faint the next minute.
"What's going on there?..." The armed man asked walking in.
"-k!." He said as he bent down checking on an almost motionless Danger-Kelv.
"Cell, 001, medical attention is urgently needed." The man said through the communication device attached to his shoulder.
"What did you do to him?" He asked moving closer to Mike.
Mike hoped he'll be foolish as well by squatting just like Kelvin, then he could catch some fun with him too.
"He had his crisis. I think asthma." Mike replied.
The man looked at him for a while then back to Kelvin who by now has been placed on a stretcher.
"I'll be back for you." He said, then left the cell with the medical team after securing the locks.
Mike bursted into laughter.
"Foolish people."
The light went off throwing everywhere into total darkness. It was then that Mike remembered the situation he is in. Death is lurking.

--to be continued--

This ngozi's mannerlessness is becoming too much... She's making it look as if clement forced Jay to become a terrorist,... Nice work ogaboss ... D9ty7

d9ty7, u r d best. I wanted to wait till d end of d story before I comment but I can't hold it in anymore. I joined nairaland because of this story. U r really d best. More mb to ur PC.
Clement should just let Ngozi and co continue with their mumu plan. see as I dey look their mumu plans.

--continuation--
The chief Judge of a Lagos high court walked into the cort room which was burstling with activities and noises some few minutes ago, but the moment the judged walked in, everywhere fell silent.
"The next case is the murder case between the government and a certain Adeoye Alabi and his associates. 4311KJ00055." The court clerk read.
A group of plocemen numbering up to fifteen led a group of guys into the court and up into the criminal box.
"The defence counsel and the prosecuting counsel, shall they introduce themselves?" The judge asked.
The court room fell silent once again. An elderly man stood up and faced the judge. The man should roughly be in his mid or late fifties, a popular lawyer, a senior advocate of Nigeria.
"My name is Barrister Olu Olowolayemo SAN. The defence counsel. And with me on my team is, Barrister Kunle Johson also a senior Advocate." An elderly man stood up and bowed before the judge.
"Also on my team is Barrister Omolola Olubukola Martins." Barrister Olu continued. A young lady of about thirty three stood up and bowed before the judge.
"I have on my team, Battister Kenneth." Another young man, this time a very young man, whom from a far off, one could guess right the age bracket he belonged to. He should be in his mid twenties. A fresh university graduate.
"And lastly on my team is Barrister Benson." The court room went into applause as a dark stout man stood up and bowed before the judge.
"Order!" The court clerk called and the hall fell silent again.
Certainly, the Barrister Olu's team of lawyers will definitely win any case regardless of the evidences that would be produced against. Two senior Advocate of Nigeria alongsie two young lawyers who according to a magazine in Lagos, the last fifteen cases they hadled, they had not lost, talking about Barrister Benson and Barrister Ms Martins. And an unknown lawyer whose fresh brain would do a lot of good today.
"The procesuting cousel please." The Judge called.
A young police lawyer reluctantly stood up and faced the judge, thank God for her chocolate complexion, one would have seen the goose pimple all over her body. She had a feeling she would loose the case, considering the class of lawyers she was up against.
"I am Barrister Tina Adams, the prosecuting counsel for the government." She said, after which she walked over to where her opponents sat and shook hands with all of them.
She loved the way they greeted her, not smiling, but one would know they are not not far from smiling. But professionalism had to speak here. Only Ms Martins smiled when she was returning to her deck.
"Mr Adeoye Alade, on the seventeenth day of this month, you were arrested by the men of the Nigerian police on charges of man slaughter and murder of four students of the University of Lagos. Are you guilty or not?" Barrister Tina asked.
"Not guilty." Doeye replied.
"On the tenth day of April, you were caught at Royal ville hotel and suit where you brutally asaulted the hotel attendant by forcefully inserting the tip of your gun into her private part. Are you guilty or not?" Tina asked.
"Not guilty." Deoye replied with confindence.
He was glad that his parent agreed to help him out of this case which was why they paid millions of Naira to Barrister Olu who in turn secured the services of four other lawyers.
A young lady somewhere within the crowd bursted into tears and ran out of the hall. Deoye could remember her face, she was the hotel attendant whom he destroyed.
"Am a bad man." He thought amusingly and smiled.

--to be continued--

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Mehn, sweet.... Dz story z gettin rather too long... D onli story i tink z longa dn dz on NL z zuby's Global run.. Evn global run wz shifted to a personal blog dominated mostly by dt parent story... I gt tired nd stopped.. Neva xpected dz story to enta d new year tho, bt wat more cn i do dn read on....

nice updates. ..

thanks man.

you've done a lotta work here.