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saxwizard:
y the story dey do me lik say I dey watch film.......detailed scene....


mr TONYE001 weldone

My brother..hahaha..thanks..

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Keep it coming!!!



Kudos.

Thanks...I'll do just that. A concluding update should be out sometime today, God willing..

Thanks for sticking around...

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Wow. This just had to be the best story I've read on this platform. Kudos to the writer.

gameboy727:
Wow. This just had to be the best story I've read on this platform. Kudos to the writer.

Thanks bro...thanks..

Tonye , well done, you are a great guy. When are we going to read the concluding part? I am eager to read it man.

TONYE001:


Thanks...I'll do just that. A concluding update should be out sometime today, God willing..

we are waiting. ...hope season 2 no go dey....cos this kind story dey always dey seasonal

tunderay:
Tonye , well done, you are a great guy. When are we going to read the concluding part? I am eager to read it man.

Thanks Sir. It'll be out pretty soon. Just stay tuned.

God bless you.

TONYE001:
How many are on ground to read the very last episode of this story?

The last update comes up within the hour.

Stay tuned!

. . .'Within the hour', Tonye.
#highly-expectant!

teamplayey:


. . .'Within the hour', Tonye.
#highly-expectant!

Give me small jara, I beg. Add thirty minutes.

...Continued...

As I drove off, my eyes frequented the rear mirror as I tried to ascertain whether anyone was at my tail. The police? A good Samaritan that wanted to ensure that I got arrested? There was no one. The adrenaline surge I suffered left me exhausted. My hands felt weak and my eyes turned heavy. A cold ache expanded in my chest. I had escaped death again, by the whiskers. I continued in my drive away from the accident scene for about ten minutes or so. When I was sure that I was in a safe distance away from danger, I pulled over as I killed the engine.

The shooter's phone was not locked. I went straight to the phone-book. It was empty. The message folder was also empty. The call register had an unsaved number. It was a call made by the shooter. I pressed the green button as I dialed the number.

“Yes?” It was Capon. He picked on the second ring.

“Hello Capon,” I said.

“Smallie?” the unbelief was not hidden in his voice.

“Yea, it’s me again.”

“Wow. I see you’ve learnt real fast.”

“That’s because I have a good teacher that taught with theoretical and practical sessions.”

“Hahaha…that’s funny.”

“Your dogs have been neutralized. It’s a shame.”

“Yea, you are correct. It is. I guess I underestimated you.”

“You estimated me right. It’s just clear luck.”

“Luck? You know we don’t use that word.”

“Capon, no one else has to die. I don’t want to continue in this fight. I’m tired. All I want is my share of the cash. I know you can do this little favour for me.”

“Oh yea, your money. The issue is, things didn’t go as expected. You know the police came in hard on us.”

“But there has to be something for me.”

“Hmmmm…” he said. “Why don’t we talk this over a bottle of a nice drink?”

“Good idea. My throat is almost turning into brick. I could use some drinks.”

“Meet me at Razinga Hotel. You’ll find me in the bar.”

“No more games?”

“No. We can now talk like adults. Pro to pro, isn’t it?”

“I’ll be there.”

I dropped the call as I pulled the car back to the road. Finally, it was time to meet the Capon.

Thursday, 1745 Hours, Razinga Hotel…

Razinga Hotel was an edifice that stood tall in the Rumuodarai axis of Port Harcourt. It was a well-known destination patronized by the upper class. Rumour had it that it was built by a Ghanaian in the late nineties.

I remained in a state of alertness as I drove through the busy roads of Port Harcourt metropolis. So far, I had not encountered any checkpoint. There was no indication that the police knew that I was in the city. Aside from the club, I did not go to any location where I was known – not that I had any reason to.

I parked the car some few blocks away from the hotel. My handgun was tucked underneath my belt. An extra magazine was hidden in my tight, cotton socks. The mobile phone I got from the shooter was in my breast pocket. I walked towards the gate of the hotel as I wore a calm look.
I entered the premises of the hotel. I walked into the colourfully-lighted building. A small signpost that stood on a golden circular base indicated that the bar was down a passage at the right. I headed in the direction of the pointer looking over my shoulders a couple of times. I knew Capon would choose a position from which he would be able to keep a perfect watch on the entrance. I walked straight to the table that seemed most perfect for this purpose. I was right. The Capon, my boss and mentor, was there. He was wearing his favourite blue T-shirt. He had a black face cap on. He was enjoying his usual read from John Fuller’s Arigo: Surgeon of the Rusty Knife. He took his eyes away from the book as he looked at me briefly. He went back to the page he was devouring as he shook his head and smiled.

I pulled out a seat as I sat down. I was an arm’s length away from the Capon. The last time I enjoyed this privilege, I was a loyal servant that looked up to him for guidance. Things had changed. We now had conflicting interests. I had become a rival. An opponent. An enemy.

“Good evening Sir,” I said as I felt a feeling of submissiveness take a grip on me.

He closed his book as he set it aside. “Welcome.” His voice was cold. There was nothing friendly about it.

“You know – “ he was speaking, “ – you grew up in the system under my nose. I know you very well.” He paused as he cracked his knuckles. “I know how you walk. You may think you have become a pro but you aren’t there yet.”

I was not sure I knew where he was headed.

“That gun tucked beneath your belt still feels strange. The discomfort is obvious as you walk.”

My jaw dropped agape in shock as he spoke.

“Bring it out and place it under that book. Now!” he said.

I heard a metallic click from underneath the table. I was used to that sound. It was a gun.

I retrieved my gun as I placed it on the table beneath the book. I pushed it to his side. With a smile, he took it. I saw him conceal it on his body.

“The extra magazine, where’s it?” He said.

I reached for my right socks as I retrieved the cold metal loaded with live rounds. I placed it on the table as I slid it to his side. He picked it up and concealed it as he did the gun.

“Now we can talk,” he said as he smiled again. “What would you love to have?”

I could not find my voice. I cleared my throat as I adjusted in my seat.

“A bottle of soft drink. Chilled.” I said.

He called on a waiter as he placed our order.

“You’ve caused me serious trouble,” he said.

I remained silent.

“You’ve caused a damage that we have never suffered as a family.”

“None was intentional,” I managed to say.

“I see.” He placed his first finger over his lips for a while as he seemed to be considering my claim. “Why didn’t you come straight to me for your money?”

“I couldn’t reach you. I meant to get your contact from Mark and Tiger but obviously, things didn’t turn out well,” I said.

Our order was served. We paused as the waiter placed the bottles on the table and left.

“It’s rather sad that after training you into what you are today, you decided to bite the fingers that nourished you,” he said as he opened his bottle of water.

“You know, that isn’t the case. I had no reason to do the things I did. The gang instigated everything when it dumped me in the field of operation,” I said.

“You were responsible for yourself! Nobody promised you security – or safety. You were armed just like every other person was. You failed to catch up with the tempo of the operation. That wasn’t my fault. You should cast your blames to yourself!” He spoke emphatically.

Deep in me, I knew this was the truth. I was truly responsible for myself. But did the gang care to know about my whereabouts? Whether I survived or was killed?

“What about the others?” I had been longing to know what happened to the other gang members.

“We lost some of our soldiers that day,” he wore a frown and I knew it was genuine. He was a leader that truly cared about his subordinates.

“We lost four of them.”

“It must have been a sad day for us all.”

“Yea, it was. How did you survive?” I was expecting this question. He still could not believe that I was able to do the things I did.

“I just had to fight back. I needed to survive.”

“Impressive,” he said. “You’ve grown to become a formidable tool, I must tell you.”

Those words coming from Capon massaged my ego. I released a smile.

“I only wish things were as they used to be,” I said genuinely.

“So, what is it you want precisely?”

“All I want is my share of the loot.”

“You know, things don’t really work like that,” he pushed himself forward as he made a fulcrum with his elbows on the table. “After a hit, we only settle those that make it through.”

Now this was what I never wanted to hear. I remained silent.

“Moreover, we didn’t make much that day. As you know, the police interrupted our raid.”

I continued in my silence.

“The little we made, we shared it amongst ourselves according to the degree of participation.”

“But I played the primary role in that hit. It wouldn’t have been possible without my surveillance. I was out there through the day and the night relaying intel to you and the gang. You guys operated based on my intel,” I insisted. “That operation wouldn’t have been successful without my input!” I declared.

“You can’t be sure about that boy,” he emphasized on the title. “Any other person would have done that.”

“But I did it!”

“Calm down. Remember, we are talking now as adults in the business. Let’s toss our emotions aside.”

“I’m OK. My emotions are good. I just don’t want to hear you telling me that I have nothing as my share. I need to take something home for my mama.”

“Your mama?” he queried almost laughing.

I regretted making the statement.

He took another gulp from his bottle.

“You haven’t touched your drink. Go on, quench that taste you cried about.”

I reached for my bottle. An appealing sensation of relief eroded my throat as I pushed the chilled drink down my stomach. It was a sensation I had missed for a very long while. I could not resist the urge. I made two more gulps emptying my bottle within thirty seconds. I placed the bottle aside.

“I’m a very understanding person. I share your views. I would have felt the same if I were you. I would have felt cheated. But what I wouldn’t have done is violence. The killings were unnecessary. This is where you went wrong.”

“I agree. I sincerely hope I didn’t kill anyone. The guilt still lurks over my shoulders. But it wasn’t my fault. They made me do it.”

“But you did it. This is the most important thing. You killed your brothers. In my book, this is an unpardonable sin.”

“It’s done already. We can’t bring them back to life. Rather, we should work together and avoid incidences that would warrant similar killings now and in the future.”

“What! Is that a threat?”

“No, not at all. It isn’t. It’s the truth.”

“I don’t need to beat my chest boasting of who I am. You know me quite well already,” he said.

“I know.”

“Normally, I should have you killed right away but that would be a stupid move. I can’t destroy what I spent my time and resource building.”

“That’s good news for me, I guess.”

“You can say that. I’m sorry but I can’t have you out there killing my soldiers in the name of looking for your money.”

I saw him raise his wrist watch to his view as he read the time. Why was he conscious about the time?

“I’m sorry I have to announce to you that I’ve tipped the security agents. I notified them of your coming. They have already secured the perimeter of this property. All escape routes have been sealed. All they are waiting for is my signal,” he brought out his phone from his pocket.

“And that’s exactly what I’m going to give them.

“But Sir, things don’t have to go like this,” I was alarmed. I knew this was the end.

“You should have known that before hitting on my brothers,” he said as he punched some keys on his phone.

I brought out the phone I had in my breast pocket. After pressing a few keys, I raised it up to the view of the Capon.

….you were responsible for yourself! Nobody promised you security – or safety. You were armed as every other person was. You failed to catch up with the tempo of the operation. That wasn’t my fault. You should cast your blames to yourself!...you know, things don’t really work like that….after a hit, we only settle those that make it through…

“If I go down, you go down with me!” I shouted to the hearing of others. A few persons in the bar gave us a stare.

I saw him transform from a state of total confidence to a state of shock. He was surprised. He could not believe his ears. He was the boss who was very detailed and calculative but I had just checkmated him with a tiny detail he forgot to consider.

“Give me that!” He commanded.

“I’m afraid that isn’t possible, Sir.”

“I said, give me that phone!!!!” He roared. We now had the attention of most of the people in the bar.

I shook my head. It was my turn to release a smile of confidence. I was back to the game. I was on the lead.

I saw him squeeze his face as he clenched his jaw. As I was about returning the phone to my pocket, he launched an assault. He swung his fist at my face. The blow pushed me off the chair. I landed on the floor as I felt a crushing pain on my chin where it landed. Within the second of my fall, he pushed the table between us aside. He kicked my empty chair away. He mounted me. He held me by my collar as he threw another deadly punch on my face. It landed on my left jaw driving an excruciating pain through the region. My head turned in the direction of the punch. I could taste my blood in my mouth. I held tight to the phone with my right hand.

He held my collar with both hands as he pulled my head. My vision turned blurry. My heart pounded hard in my ears.

“You are a fool!” He screamed as he pushed me violently hitting my head on the floor. He pinned me to the floor by my neck with his left hand. With his right hand folded into a mighty fist, he rammed another punch into my face. The agonizing pain was unbearable.

I reached for his neck with my left hand. With my other hand, I sent a fixed punch towards his face. He ducked, easily. My hand flew into the air. He seized my attacking hand. My right rib side was exposed. With his left hand, he sent rapid punches to the vulnerable area. Each punch delivered an acute pain to my body. I tried to pull my hand back but his grip was too tight.

I pulled my right knee fiercely as I hit his groin region. He groaned. I repeated my attack. He released a louder groan. He was momentarily destabilized. With my free left hand, I delivered a punch to his face. It hit him on his right chin displacing him briefly. He released my hand and reached for my neck with both hands in a strangling move.

He wrapped his hands around my neck as he unleashed a deadly squeeze. I could not breathe. I tried to shout but my voice was trapped in his grip. I panicked as I threw series of punches at his face. I was running out of energy.

“I never wanted to kill you but you’ve left me with no choice!” He groaned and spoke through clenched teeth.

I still had the phone in my hand. I threw it away from his reach.

“You silly boy!” He said as he released his grip. He stood up hurried towards the phone.

I managed to return to my feet. I rushed him from behind as I leaped on him. We both crashed to the floor. I drove my weak punches to his back and rib region. With his elbow, he launched an attack at my face. I did not see it coming. The pain was sharp. It sent me falling off his back. He stood up as he reached for a foldable plastic chair. He raised it up in the air as he sent it on a forceful descent on my body. I raised my hands over my face and folded my legs as I made a shield. The chair smashed on my body as it released a crack. Its pain ravaged the bones of my hands and legs.

He threw the chair aside. He walked over me as he continued in his search of the phone. I was weak. Too weak to keep up with the fight. I remained on the floor as I tried to catch my breath.

A few seconds passed. I rolled over as I tried to return to my feet. The bar was now rowdy. The chairs and tables were scattered. I pushed myself to my knees. I saw Capon pick the phone. He turned as he walked towards me.

“You think you are smart?” He said. He sent a violent kick that landed on my abdomen. I groaned as I fell back on my trunk.

“You can’t outsmart me!”

Another kick landed on my head. At the side of my face. It sent a force that moved my head violently. I felt light-headed. Various degrees of pain traversed my nerves.

“I’ll leave you to the waiting hands of the law,” he said as he walked away.

No. It can’t be over. Not yet. With great struggle, I pushed myself back to my knees. I paused as I pumped air into my lungs. My eyes located something familiar. My handgun. It must have slipped from the Capon as we fought. I crawled towards it. Drops of blood fell from my nose and mouth. I reached for it. Using a chair that stood beside me as a source of support, I pushed myself to my feet. I was unsteady. It had suddenly become impossible to bear my weight.

I turned towards Capon. He was close to a staircase. As I staggered towards his direction, I pulled the slide of the handgun. He was completely unaware that I had returned to my feet. I saw him hurry through the first flight. I raised the gun as I tried to aim. My hand was unsteady. I could not achieve a good aim. I fired.

The bang sounded louder than it used to. I missed. Capon turned as he faced me. His face expressed no fear. He stood with his left hand on the handrail of the staircase and the other deep in his trouser pocket. My vision was blurry. I tried to aim again as I squeezed the trigger for the second time. It was another miss.

I saw Capon shake his head like he was disappointed in me. He turned and continued in his casual climb. I staggered on hitting the numerous tables and chairs that stood on my way.

I raised the gun the third time. Capon was almost at the end of the first flight. I squeezed the trigger as I shot another round. I squeezed it again, and again. I continued in my shooting as I emptied my rounds in Capon’s direction.

Capon’s return fire caught me off guard. It tore through my left thigh with a force that swept me off my feet. I crashed on a table behind as I released a scream at the top of my voice. The pain was intense. The bleeding was immediate. My left leg soon got coated in bright, red blood. I dragged myself through the floor towards the staircase. I felt dizzy and weak. I reached for the handrail. I held on to it as I pulled myself up. I hopped through the first flight with tremendous struggle. As I arrived at the junction between the first flight and the second, I saw blood on the floor. Considerable amount of blood. Capon was nowhere to be found.

...Continued...


I heard the sounds of footsteps hurrying towards the bar. It must be the police. I continued my hopping through the second flight as I arrived at the first floor. My left leg was beginning to feel numb and unusually heavy. I limped through the passage dragging my injured leg behind. With gun in hand, I banged on the first door at the right. No one answered. Of course. I proceeded to the second door and then the next and the next. I got no response. The police would have been climbing through the stairs by now. I got to the fifth door. I knocked desperately on it. No response. I heard the boots of the policemen as they hurried through the staircase. My time had finally come. I pushed myself on as I arrived at the sixth door.

Freeze! Freeze!! Freeze!!! Don’t move!!!! The police had caught up with me. Their guns were raised. Ready to fire. My hand was at the handle of the door. I stood still.

Put your gun on the floor and step away from it!

I turned the handle of the door. It was my last try. The last I would ever get. It felt stuck. It was locked like the others, I reasoned. I applied some more force on the knob. It turned.

Step away from the door!!!!

I was already dead. Whether I fought on or not would make no difference. There was no way I would make it out alive. I had given my best in this senseless fight. Sadly, mama would get nothing from me. She would have to learn how to cope with me dead. She must have been used to the feeling of my absence.

Step away from the door!!! This is your last warning!!!

I looked through the exotic passage. The wall was beautifully painted in green. The overhead lights were colourful. All were vanity. Today may be my turn to leave this planet but tomorrow, surely, would be another person’s.

What good would it do if I died with the stories of my experiences untold? Who would it help? Our youths will not stop making the wrong choices in their young lives. Young people would continue to be deceived by the false flamboyance of cultism. Young girls would continue to give in to prostitution. Maybe the last good I owed the world was a story of my travails. I would not die a debtor. I must payback for the benefit of this generation and the future.

I pushed the door open amidst the rapid fire of the policemen.

#THE END

EPILOGUE

Alabo Digbani was not sure the sounds he heard were gunshots. But they sounded like they were. He wheeled himself out of the bathroom into the luxurious palour of his suite. He found his grandson, Junior, busy with his game pad with his eyes glued to the TV and his ears blocked with an earpiece.

“Junior!” He called.

Junior was neither aware of his presence in the parlour nor did he hear his call. He remained busy with his PS3 game.

Why are children of these days this irresponsible?

Bringing Junior along was not his idea. In fact, he had vehemently refused when his wife suggested that he should travel with him. He had argued that Junior’s company would not help him in any way. Not that he needed his help; over the years, he had learned how to live an independent life as a cripple.

Junior was antagonistic and rebellious. He was the first son of Alabo Digbani's only daughter. When he was born, he insisted that he would take him in once he clocked five. Ever since Junior turned five, he had been living with Alabo Digbani and his wife.

Things started turning ugly when Junior grew into a teenager. He stopped listening to instructions. He was always breaking rules and keeping late nights. Alabo Digbani’s wife consoled him with stories of hormone surge in the young but deep in him, he knew that Junior’s case was more than the wife thought.

He wheeled himself close to Junior as he tapped him on his shoulder. He watched him pause his game as he took off the piece from his ears.

“I have told you times without numbers, stop blocking your ears with this thing!” Alabo Digbani scolded.

Junior was silent.

“There’s no need asking you if you heard anything. I’m sure your answer would be in the negative.”

“No Pa, I heard nothing.”

“Go and lock that door up!”

“Pa, I think I did when I came in.”

“You think? Go and confirm that you did, please,” he said.

“Pa, don’t worry, I’m sure I did.”

“My friend, go – “ the urge to use the toilet returned. Oh God, not again! The stomach discomfort that attacked him last night was still there. He turned his wheelchair swiftly as he hurried again to the bathroom.

His grandfather’s exit was a relief to Junior. He was finally free to enjoy his game without interruption. He wished he would stay longer in the bathroom this time.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

The door to their suite barged open as an injured man yielding a handgun dashed in. Junior threw his pad to the floor as he jumped on the bed in fear. He could not believe his eyes. This was the closest he had ever been to violence. The injured man banged the door behind him and locked it. He pointed his gun at Junior with his bloody hand and ordered him to come over.

Without hesitation, Junior obliged as he hurried to him. The injured man pulled him close as he turned him and gripped him by his neck with one hand and with the other hand, he pushed the mouth of his gun on the side of his head.

“I have hostages! I have hostages!!” The injured man screamed. “If you enter, I’ll kill them.”

Fear seized Junior. He lost his senses immediately. His legs turned weak as he sweated profusely even if the AC was on.

“Please Sir, don’t kill me. Please, don’t. I’m not ready to die……I’m…I’m Junior by name…a student of Saint – “

“ – shut up!” The injured man interrupted him.

Alabo Digbani heard the voice of a strange man. Someone had entered the room. He heard the shout and the threat. He knew all was not well. He got dressed as he hurried to the parlour.

“Stay where you are!” A bloodied gunman ordered as he left the bathroom. He looked at him. He was in obvious pains. He must have suffered severe injury, Alabo Digbani thought.

“Get me a book and a pen! Quickly!” The injured man ordered.

Alabo Digbani hurried to his briefcase that rested on an armchair and retrieved the notebook he had in it.

“Place it on the table and move to that end!” The injured man said pointing to the opposite end of the room.

“Get something and tie my leg wound up!” The injured man was referring to Junior. Junior rushed to the wardrobe. With shaky hands, he collected a tie. He hurried back to the gunman as he ligated his left thigh just above his bleeding wound.

“Now, go there and sit!” The intruder said pointing to the door. Junior moved.

The injured man sat on the table as he placed his gun beside the book. Alabo Digbani watched in disbelief as the injured man started writing. This must be the strangest hostage situation ever. He looked at Junior. He was shaken in fear. His eyes were red. He shivered as he sat.

A part of Alabo Digbani was glad that Junior was with him experiencing this attack. Maybe it was faith playing a smart one on them. Before Junior was a young man that had obviously got it wrong in life. He wished Junior would learn from this fearful encounter. Maybe it was God’s way of teaching Junior the consequences of stubbornness.

This is the police. We would place a call to the phone in the room. Please pick up. The police spoke from outside using a megaphone. The injured man remained glued to his writing. Not even a pause was given.

The phone rang. At the first ring, the injured man picked.

“Just give me two hours,” he said as he slammed the receiver back to its lodge. He picked no further calls.

No word was spoken in the room. The gunman continued in his writing. Junior was half asleep on the floor. Alabo Digbani sat quietly in his wheelchair as he tried to understand what really was going on.

Alabo Digbani watched as the injured man closed the book and dropped the pen. What now? Is it time to allow us go? The intruder stood up from the chair with difficulty. Or are you the one going? He reached for his handgun on the table. Yes, please, don’t forget to leave with your gun. He raised the gun as he inserted its nozzle in his mouth. No! What are you up to?!! Don’t do…..

Bang!


Author's Note

1. I appreciate my wonderful wife for her consistent help and assistance in the course of writing this piece...and my little boy..you were brave. You understood the moments daddy was busy. You stayed calm in those moments.

2. Nairalanders, you all are wonderful. Your criticisms were really helpful. Even when the project was on a brief pause due to circumstances beyond my control, your support persisted. You didn't leave me. Thanks! Thanks!! Thanks!!!

3. The owner of this site, Seun, is a great man. It wouldn't have been this easy reaching the number of viewers I enjoyed here.

4. The Moderators, Lalasticlala, Ishilove, Obinoscopy..and all others: thanks for gracing the Frontpage with this story. Just to add, since it's now complete, can it make the Frontpage again? If possible, I would be extremely grateful.

5. The author can be reached here: writetonye@gmail.com.

6. Stay tuned for my next piece that would come up after a short break.

7. May God bless you all.

Muhamadnur, Saxwizard, Lukman, Officialdokkey, Missmossy, Royalexcel2, Summerflame, Osaze20091, enduright, Kizzykeziah, Frankytof, Emmyk, Dera25, 9jaMalay, Queenxstar, Hartfriday, Tastemoney, Lexaydfg, SimpleBea, Kongru, and others too numerous to mention.

Finally, the end is here!

Read and drop your reviews!..

Thanks for your time..

So this guy no mention my name

Vaxt:
So this guy no mention my name

That is the reason why he acknowledged others too numerous to mention.

Vaxt:
So this guy no mention my name

Bros, I beg, no vex. I never update the list. No vex...

bro I must commend u for a job well done. ..though am nt a writer but I knw its not easy putting intelligent piece togeda.

got confused though.
How the guy manage go out to wrire the story?

do mention me anytime u start anoda one

...more grace sir...

Feyikemi12 oya com read na...winks....
ladies no too dey this thread why?

saxwizard:
bro I must commend u for a job well done. ..though am nt a writer but I knw its not easy putting intelligent piece togeda.

got confused though.
How the guy manage go out to wrire the story?

do mention me anytime u start anoda one

...more grace sir...

Feyikemi12 oya com read na...winks....
ladies no too dey this thread why?

Thanks brother for your wonderful comment.

To answer your question:

* Smallie started writing "this story" in the form of a diary...in the hotel room..that's why he asked for a pen and a book..he wanted the world to learn lessons from his life..

* He used the hostages as a tool for discouraging the police from breaking in,,

* Because he had to die, I came up with a third person, Alabo Digbani, from whose view I completed the story..(you know say dead man no go fit write na..haha)

Gracias

TONYE001:
Muhamadnur, Saxwizard, Lukman, Officialdokkey, Missmossy, Royalexcel2, Summerflame, Osaze20091, enduright, Kizzykeziah, Frankytof, Emmyk, Dera25, 9jaMalay, Queenxstar, Hartfriday, Tastemoney, Lexaydfg, SimpleBea, Kongru, and others too numerous to mention.

Finally, the end is here!

Read and drop your reviews!..

Thanks for your time..

It was a pleasure embarking on this intellectual journey with you Sir. I have no form of regrets linked to this journey. This piece had all I wanted.
Thanks and God bless you sir.
Please, do mention me when you begin another project.

saxwizard:
bro I must commend u for a job well done. ..though am nt a writer but I knw its not easy putting intelligent piece togeda.

got confused though.
How the guy manage go out to wrire the story?

do mention me anytime u start anoda one

...more grace sir...

Feyikemi12 oya com read na...winks....
ladies no too dey this thread why?

thanks sweetie, the story is one of its kind


TONYEOO1 YOU'RE GREAT!

TONYE001:


Bros, I beg no vex. I never update the list. No vex...

no mind me Ooo na play I de. Nice story

Nice one bro, more ink to your pen. I only come on nairaland to enjoy your updates.

God bless your hustle

teamplayey:
Gracias

De nada.

More thanks to you for your time...hope the ending no disappoint you sha? ..

Officialdokkey:

It was a pleasure embarking on this intellectual journey with you Sir. I have no form of regrets linked to this journey. This piece had all I wanted.
Thanks and God bless you sir.
Please, do mention me when you begin another project.

The pleasure is all mine my brother. I owe you all..you were very patient with me..na you try pass mbok..

Whenever I start another, I shall mention you..

Do have a splendid day Sir...

Feyikemi12:
thanks sweetie, the story is one of its kind


TONYEOO1 YOU'RE GREAT!

Thanks Kemi. Thanks...

Good morning..

Vaxt:
no mind me Ooo na play I de. Nice story

E sweet me as I come know say na play you dey...I nearly want carry cane flog myself for this oversight..

How would you rate this story over 100?

Saheed69:
Nice one bro, more ink to your pen. I only come on nairaland to enjoy your updates.

God bless your hustle

Thanks bro... Good to know you had a good read..

Enjoy!