Wonderful story @ OP, how can i get the full story but not through okadabooks and co. Thanks.

ADUKKY:
Wonderful story @ OP, how can i get the full story but not through okadabooks and co. Thanks.

Thank you for your interest in the book, Adukky. You can purchase the book through direct payment to my bank account and the PDF version will be forwarded to your email. If you prefer this option, the account details are as follows:

Account Name: Qudus Adeyemi Oko-Osi
Account Number: 5050110214
Account Type: Current
Bank: Fidelity
Amount: N500

Regards.

YINKS89:
althou I've done dat in d past Bt found out Ts nt worth it

Nice decision, bro.

Plz comma update ooooooooo

Wow.. ..your writing skill is terrific.. Kudos.

skubido:
Plz comma update ooooooooo

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Arom21:
Wow.. ..your writing skill is terrific.. Kudos.

My head is swelling. Thanks a lot, Arom21

Body dey sweet me on top dis story. Thanks @OP

Walks in and took my seat. bar man serve me 2 bottles of gulder there!! I can't come and be missing such an intriguing story. James u too much dis is a very nice piece and it sounds so real

Faspen:
Body dey sweet me on top dis story. Thanks @OP

Faspen, I see you.

It's been a while.

JamesKudooski:

Faspen, I see you.
It's been a while.

have been following just dey lowkey ni boss

Faspen:
have been following just dey lowkey ni boss

Your head is there!

Guide Us Lord During Every Round �

But honestly if Yemi was to be a broke ass gentleman and whatever you want to call it, will simi has easily fall for him.... Let's be honest she fell for his money

Peppergroove:
Guide Us Lord During Every Round �

phoenixchap:
But honestly if Yemi was to be a broke ass gentleman and whatever you want to call it, will simi has easily fall for him.... Let's be honest she fell for his money

Oh, may be. You never can tell you know.

EPISODE 21
(CHAPTER EIGHT)


THE NEWLY FOUND PASSION between Yemi and Simisola made Yemi a regular face at Pink Roses to the delight of all the ladies because that meant a lot of goodies for them. Yemi was generous to a fault and he spoilt everyone of them with gifts. His generosity and down to earth nature warmed his way into their hearts and won him the admiration and respect of everyone. Scorpion too was not left out. Each time he spotted Yemi’s car packed outside Pink Roses, he usually rushed in to collect his own slice of the cake. And each time he left with broad smiles and swollen pockets.

Yemi did everything to delight Simisola and upscale her level. He got her a two bedroom apartment in Oko-Oba, a far lovelier neighbouring area to Agege. It was furnished to taste. Ngozi moved in with her. He also got her a private teacher who tutored her on not just academics but also in the etiquettes and manners of the rich. Simisola was a fast learner and within a short period of time, the changes she exhibited were ginormous to Yemi’s delight and satisfaction.

Yemi became completely enthralled by her delicate beauty and she, on the other hand, drooled over him. The more they saw each other, the more their passion spun out of control. Yet the gap between them was massive but no boundaries could stop their love. He was rich, she was poor but their love was not based on economic independence. He was way up and she was at the bottom of the pyramid but no height nor depth could stifle their budding love. He wined and dined with the crème-de-la-crème of the society while she lived amongst the lowly in the ghetto but status was inconsequential. She was beautiful, she was cultured, she was intelligent, she loved him dearly, and he was mad over her--that was all that mattered; nothing else! He lived for her. She could die for him. She was his Jewel from the Ghetto and he was her Prince Charming in the castle. And there was nothing more they wanted than to spend the rest of their lives together. Thus began a new and exhilarating chapter in their lives.

However, little did they know that the chapter and subsequent ones after it would come with it own challenges, sorrow, and pains!

The more their love grew, the more the envy in Shakirah spun out of control and the deeper the animosity in Risi took root. The stronger these ill-feelings became, the more danger their emerging love faced!

Three Months Later, Pink Roses Beauty Shop.

Simisola walked into the salon with the elegance of a beauty queen and the carriage of a young successful business woman. Her shoulder length Brazilian hair weave bounced up and down adorably. She wore a white shirt tucked into a black skirt sitting just above her knees. They sat fittingly on her body in a way that did justice to her shape and curves. She tied a red flowery scarf round her collar and wore red stiletto heels that added elegance to her charming legs. She carried a red leather handbag in one hand and held her new Samsung Note 4 in the other. Her makeup complemented her dressing with a red lipstick that accentuated her radiance. Her sweet smelling perfume gave life to the atmosphere. She looked like a business executive so much so that those who knew her three months ago would hardly recognize her now and would, no doubt, conclude that her life had taken a drastic turn for the better.

Immediately she stepped foot in the salon, Taiwo and Kehinde sprang to their feet and began their witticisms. Taiwo was the first to start, “Kenny, Kenny, can you see what I’m seeing, mo’ mehnn?” she mimicked Yemi’s American accent.

“What ya see, mehn?” Kehinde replied in a fake American accent. She had not seen Simisola but she knew that for Taiwo to have mimicked the American accent it must be related to Simisola. She looked up and spotted Simisola and the drama began full fledge. “Yo mehn! I can see our Americana colleague, mehn. The one and only Miss Oyinbo of Pink Roses, mehn!”

“Yo mehn, your eyes are working, mehn!” Taiwo replied. She then ‘bounced’ up to Simisola like an American rap star and said, “Simisola, yo mehn, you’re looking gorgeous. Mehnnnnn, bros Oyinbo is doing a great job.” She turned to the others and waved two fingers in the air. She looked like a tomboy in the act.

“Gbam! True talk, twin sis. I concur!” That was Kenny.

Simisola smiled and blushed at the same time. “Taiwo and Kenny, you babes should leave me, jor!” she said like a timid child.

“Babes, me no dey for una American things ooo but all me know be say my bestie na baby okwu, na asampete, na fine gal no pimples! Make una check out my bestie nah. Abi una want try?” Ngozi joined in the drama.

“Correct talk! Me self concur!” Lolade added.

“Eeeeeeeeeh-ehh!!!” everyone cheered making a hell of a noise. Some jumped up and down as they made the noise, while some began hitting the table with the combs in their hands.

With that Taiwo began to dance. Her break dance was hilarious. And Kehinde began to sing. “Simisola, spray us dollar ooo ... spray us dollars. Spray us dollars ooo ... spray us dollars.”

Simisola shook her head as her lips parted into a warm smile. “You babes are not serious ooo. It seems to me that you girls don’t have any work to do,” she said as she walked into the salon.

Kehinde ran after her and held her leg. “I won’t let you go until you bless me with some dollars.” She did it in a very funny way and everyone including Simisola herself laughed.

There was never a dull moment with Taiwo and Kehinde around. The girls caught their fun as they teased Simisola. The teases were not products of envy but borne out of crystal pure hearts--hearts that were happy for a friend whose life had changed for good and full of hope that their day of serendipity would come one day too.

Shakirah and Risi, however, didn’t share such sentiments. Instead, their hearts bled with envy. And as they watched on, it got to a point they could take it no more. They had bottled the anger, the animosity, and the malicious envy for a couple of months now and they could have none of it any longer. It was time to act.


To be continued ... Watch Out for the Next Episode!

NB: The book is NOW AVAILABLE on online stores. For those who don't want to wait for each episode to be released, get the book here:

1. OKADABOOKS: http://okadabooks.com/book/about/jewel_from_the_ghetto/18237

2. SMASHWORDS: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/814412


Àdùkẹ́!
...My Story, My World.

EPISODE 22
(CHAPTER EIGHT)


Later Same Day, Scorpion’s House.

Shakirah met Scorpion on his way out. She looked dejected and Scorpion could tell at once she was troubled. His heart melted immediately. There was something about her that had a way of softening him. He couldn’t explain it too but he had come to accept it as his only weakness.

“Shakirah! What is it? Has someone crossed the line again?”

She answered his question with another question, “Scorpion ...” She paused for maximum effect. “Will you fight for me if you heard that someone is trying to hurt me?”

Scorpion’s face began to harden, “Shakirah, you know I cannot tolerate that. You know how much I love you ...”

Shakirah quickly cut in. She knew what the next line would be--he would start ranting about how much he loved her and how she had not returned his love. How she was his weakness and how much he was willing to sacrifice for her ... blah, blah, blah--and she didn’t want to hear any of it. So, she began to fake a cry.

“Ah, Shakirah! Please stop crying. Who is the bastard?!” His voiced now huskier than ever before. He began to clench his fists.

Shakirah smiled inwardly. She knew her plan was working. She knew Scorpion could not stand seeing her cry. Yes, she knew that he loved her to a fault. But she wasn’t ready to stay committed to any particular man at the moment, not Scorpion for that matter. It was her time and she had to enjoy it to the fullest. She was enjoying a lot of attention from men which was paying the bills. She wouldn’t throw all that away for any ‘useless’ relationship except for one. Yes, only one--with Yemi! He was worth more than a hundred of the local scoundrels and hemp peddlers flocking round her now.

Instead of answering Scorpion’s question, she cried harder. She had to work on his soft spot for her to the point that he would find it difficult to refuse her request.

“Oh nooo! Shakirah, talk!” he raised his voice and sent a hard punch into the wall. The wall vibrated. His bloodshot eyes squeezed further and he breathed faster as he fumed. Shakirah was right. He couldn’t stand her crying that hard. She was happy that she had been able to get him worked up to the point where he would definitely act. “Shakirah, I said who is the bastard?!!!” he yelled.

“SIMISOLA!”

“Simiso ... what?!” Scorpion’s shoulders dropped. He leaned his back against the wall completely confused! “Simisola?! Trying to hurt you? How can that be?” Scorpion asked.

Shakirah cried some more. After a while, she wiped her eyes clean. “That was my initial reaction too.” She blew her nose and continued, “I couldn’t believe it until it started happening.”

Scorpion was at a lost as to what to do. He liked Simisola so much for being very caring, friendly, and generous. Simisola and Yemi, her boyfriend, had given him money and gifts several times over. She even had to come to his assistance recently when he was unable to pay his house rent. He knew her to be the fragile one who could hardly hurt a fly. So, he found it difficult to believe that she was capable of hurting someone as wild as Shakirah.

On the other hand, there was Shakirah, the lady he had come to love so much that he couldn’t watch her hurt, standing in front of him crying and accusing Simisola, the one he adored! For the first time since he was thirteen, he said a silent prayer asking God to give him the wisdom to handle the matter.

He spoke up, “Okay. So, what did she do or is trying to do to you?”

She replied in Yoruba, “Ọmọ olori búrùkú yẹn lọ́ jà bábá àláyè mi gba ni.” (The cursed girl snatched my man.) Her voice was full of contempt. “To bá ro pé nitòrí owún jẹ fine girl, ah! Emi Shakirah, máa jẹ ko da mọ!” (If she thinks it’s because she’s a beautiful girl, ah! I, Shakirah, I will teach her a lesson.) She beat her chest.

“Snatched your man?” Scorpion became even more confused. “I don’t understand. Are you saying Simisola abandoned Mr Yemi to snatch one of your Alhajis with her beauty?”

“It is Yemi that I’m talking about!”

“Mr Yemi, bros Oyinbo?” Scorpion’s eyebrows were raised.

“Yes, Mr Yemi!”

Scorpion suspected foul play. “But I thought you normally pride yourself as the Beauty Queen of the hood. How come Simisola was able to snatch a man from the Beauty Queen?”

“Scorpion, are you saying that I am lying?” She began to feign annoyance.

“Hmmm ... Was just wondering.” Seeing her face, he quickly changed the subject, “So, what do you want me to do to her?”

“Ehn-ehn, now you are talking. I want you to deal with her; in fact, I want her disfigured. I want her beauty scarred such that her sight would disgust Yemi. That’s all that I want.”

That was the eye opener that Scorpion needed. He knew Shakirah was lying and what trying to do the very thing she was accusing Simisola of. He remembered how Auntie Funmi had requested his help in keeping Simisola save the day Yemi took her to the bank. Auntie Funmi wouldn’t have asked for his assistance on that occasion if Simisola was a fraud.

More so, that was not the first time he was hearing that same story and request that very day. Risi had visited him hours before and told the same story with just a little variation and had requested him to do the same thing to Simisola! He wasn’t surprised that both Risi and Shakirah thought the same way though. After all, they were birds of a feather and were the best of friends.

“Shakirah, I am sorry. I can’t do it.”

“Ah-ah, Scorpion, you can’t? Is it that you have stopped loving me?”

She moved closer to him. She wiggled seductively in front of him and pressed herself against him, sandwiching him between her body and the wall. He felt an intense heat rushed through him. She fondled his earlobes softly. She moved her lips seductively towards his but changed course as they neared his lips only to head for his ear. He froze and couldn’t move a muscle. Shakirah’s amorous exploit paralyzed him.

She whispered into his ear, “Don’t you want me anymore?” She didn’t wait for his response. Instead, she locked her lips into his and gave him a deep kiss while she caressed his chest with one hand and rubbed his head with the other. A heavy bolt of current gushed through him and he shivered. He felt his back pressed harder against the wall by the weight of Shakirah’s body that was now pressing harder against his. He felt the soft touch of her protrusions on his chest. He closed his eyes and stretched; it was a reflex reaction to the magic Shakirah was performing on his body. She then moved her mouth back to his ear and whispered again, “You like this? You want it to continue?” He swallowed and nodded his head vigorously like an agama lizard. That was the only part of his body he still had control of--not even his speech! He was a hard man, perhaps the most feared in the hood, but in the hands of Shakirah, he was as feeble as a baby. Seconds later, she pulled away.

Scorpion started breathing heavily. He had not felt anything like that ever before. He couldn’t explain the passion that just swept through him. All he knew was that the feeling made him lose all consciousness of his environment and even forget his name! That was the first time he was that intimate with Shakirah, the lady he had crushed on for years, and he didn’t want it to end.

“Scorpion, I can be yours forever if you do this for me. Simisola snatching Yemi away from me means I am now available for you and you alone. We can finally be together. Is that not what you’ve always wanted?”

Really, there was nothing that he wanted more than that. This was the day he had been dreaming of for years. The day he felt the succulence of her lips and the tenderness of her body. And all that could be his for the rest of his life. All he had to do was to ‘take care’ of Simisola and he didn’t have to do it himself; he could easily get other boys to do itclean deal!

The more he thought about it, the more it appealed to him until a prick on his conscience reset his brain. Flashes of Simisola’s acts of generosity flooded his head. Then he thought about Shakirah’s request and her sudden change of attitude towards him. He knew that this sudden attraction to him was not genuine but as a result of the favour she wanted from him. He also knew he couldn’t trust her because the last time he checked, she had not yet gotten rid of the many men she was dating or that were made to believe she was dating. As much as he wanted her, Simisola was too good to be betrayed.

“Shakirah, God knows that there’s nothing I want more than to spend the rest of my life with you ...” He paused and let out a smile of satisfaction as if he saw something in the future that excited him. He continued, “Nothing more than for you to carry my babies in those beautiful arms of yours but ...” The smile suddenly disappeared and his face became expressionless as he went on, “I can’t do this! Simisola’s been good to me and I know she didn’t snatch Mr Yemi from you.”

Shakirah lost her cool. She took a few steps back, threw her frontal assets up and down, and turned around in front of him to show off her curves as she blotted out, “So, you want to throw all of this away because of that useless girl?!” She cursed, “You are a disappointment to your generation!” and added, “And let me warn you, Kasumu, don’t ever crawl back begging!” She hissed and left.

Truth be told, Scorpion almost grabbed her derriere as they shook in front of him but he restrained himself. Though he might be a feared street boy, he still had some conscience in him.

That night, Shakirah thought about her failed attempt at getting Simisola. Scorpion for the first time had let her down. But she wouldn’t allow that to stop her. ‘There must be another way,’ she thought. Then an idea crept into her mind and her face brightened up. Her lips reshaped themselves into a sinister grin. She was convinced that there was no escape for Simisola.



To be continued ... Watch Out for the Next Episode!

NB: The book is NOW AVAILABLE on online stores. For those who don't want to wait for each episode to be released, get the book here:

1. OKADABOOKS: http://okadabooks.com/book/about/jewel_from_the_ghetto/18237

2. SMASHWORDS: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/814412


Àdùkẹ́!
...My Story, My World.

EPISODE 23
(CHAPTER EIGHT)

Next Day, Orita Junction, Agege.

Spark sat down on a low fence at the notorious junction with a bottle of Alomo Bitters (an alcoholic drink made from herbs) in one hand and a thick wrap of Indian hemp in the other. He swung his legs back and forth as he released the smoke into the air. His gaze was fixed on three other touts who were busy chasing after and collecting money from commercial buses and Okada riders.

“Spark!” He heard a female voice called his name. He looked up and upon spotting the lady, his heart skipped a few beats. Merely looking at her brought back memories of their last encounter. She was a reminiscence of the beatings he received from the Slay King of the Zanga ... the Alpha of the Hood, Scorpion. She was Shakirah!

“Mama! Tuaile Iya mi.” He jumped down from the fence, managed to compose himself and hailed Shakirah. He hoped he had not gotten into another trouble.

“Ọmọ Àyé, ọ̀rọ́ wa o,” she spoke in Yoruba language mixed with street slang meaning, “Ol’boy, we’ve got to talk.”

“Ehn-ehn mama, ṣe ko si?” he replied in the same language. (Mama, hope there’s no problem?)

“Ọmọ Àyé, ko kọja àgbárá ẹ. Ọmọ ote kan lo fẹ́ jẹ oju mi. Mó dẹ fẹ da sẹ́rìyá fún.” (Ol’boy, it’s not more than you can handle. It’s one naughty babe that’s trying to double-cross me and I want to deal with her.)

Spark wiped his mouth clean with his palm, licked and bit his lips slowly before ending the gesture with a smirk. His mind was at rest and he was happy that Shakirah needed his favour. That would mean they were now friends and Shakirah would be owing him a favour.

“Mama, ki lẹ fẹ ka ṣe fún?” (Mama, what do you want us to do to her?)

“Ọmọ yẹ́n fẹ máa show aroma. O fẹ máa prove ọmọ ráarè làbá. O fẹ máa bùgá, máa ṣe láù láù. O lọ já bábá áláyè mi gba ni. Mo fẹ ki o bámì jẹ òjú ẹ. Ti íyá ẹ́ ba rii ko màa dàmọ́ mọ.” (That babe is showing off in the hood. She wants to proof that she’s beautiful. She snatched my man and I need you to teach her a lesson such that her mother will never recognize her again.)

“Mama, kékéré nìyẹ́n. Ẹ máa worry ... Ki ni orùkọ́ ọmọ na?” (That’s a small thing. Don’t worry ... What’s the babe’s name?)

“SIMISOLA!”

Shakirah gave Spark a photograph of Simisola and whispered something into his ears. She then opened her wallet and handed some naira notes to him after which she turned to leave. She took a few steps and stopped abruptly. She turned back.

“Spark ...”

“Yes, mama.”

“Ṣo ri ẹ̀wà to ǹ jọ lòjú yẹ́n, mo fẹ ki o pa rẹ!” (You see that beauty that’s getting into her head, I want you to erase it!)

“Ko si wéré, mama.” (No worries, mama.)

She nodded her head, smirked, and walked away.


To be continued ... Watch Out for the Next Episode!

NB: The book is NOW AVAILABLE on online stores. For those who don't want to wait for each episode to be released, get the book here:

1. OKADABOOKS: http://okadabooks.com/book/about/jewel_from_the_ghetto/18237

2. BOLDSCHOLAR: https://www.boldscholar.com/books/jewel-from-the-ghetto

3. SMASHWORDS: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/814412


Àdùkẹ́!
...My Story, My World.

Tanks a lot 4d update broz




Have a pleasing night ahead

skubido:
Tanks a lot 4d update broz




Have a pleasing night ahead

UWC, Skubido. Enjoy the night too.

Ahhhh! Seriously, this Shakira is high oh, abeg, they should not hurt my beautiful Simi oh, or else, i will just vex and enter the story.. Btw, you've got a beautiful and captivating story, more knowledge bro.

Hmmmmm, after devil na woman next.


Na dem go b friends today. 2moro Whn u go hear na dere fight ND old secret go dey air

What a devil

JamesKudooski:

Thanks abubakarbabang7, I'm happy you are enjoying the story.

you're the bomb.keep it up

becca2017:
Ahhhh! Seriously, this Shakira is high oh, abeg, they should not hurt my beautiful Simi oh, or else, i will just vex and enter the story.. Btw, you've got a beautiful and captivating story, more knowledge bro.

Becca2017, abi oooo. Na wa for Shakirah oooo. And thank you for the compliments.

skubido:
Hmmmmm, after devil na woman next.


Na dem go b friends today. 2moro Whn u go hear na dere fight ND old secret go dey air

Peppergroove:
What a devil

Peppergrove, can you imagine?

abubakarbabang7:

you're the bomb.keep it up

Thanks for the compliments, bro. I feel you.

Great book....Got a copy of it yesterday from https://www.boldscholar.com/books/jewel-from-the-ghetto

cortix:
Great book....Got a copy of it yesterday from https://www.boldscholar.com/books/jewel-from-the-ghetto

Wow! That's great, Cortix. Thank you for your patronage. Hope you are enjoying it?

Got a notification from Nairaland that you were trying to send me an email. You can email me on jameskudooski@yahoo.com.

Thanks.