Hapi nu week dear. Shower us with new update please

Really pity for TBM, as a matter of fact, when my babe was reading this episode she was shedding tears as if it was a true life story. Well-done bro.

stevodot22:
Really pity for TBM, as a matter of fact, when my babe was reading this episode she was shedding tears as if it was a true life story. Well-done bro.

i did myself. So am not suprised. Just Tbm's magic

Am misin upd8 tbm

144. COUNTLESS.


The following day arrived very slower than I'd anticipated. And when I say slower, I mean very very slow.
Maybe it was due to the fact that I'd spent the whole night awaken with the expectation of it.

Normally, I wouldn't have been so worried when 11:55p.m of the previous night refuses to hand over to 12:am of the new day, but just because of that special face and voice I was looking forward to seeing and hearing again, I became eagerly agitated.

As fate would have it, 12:am eventually arrived and I wasn't satisfied yet. Though, 12:am is also very important, but all that matters most to me at that midnight was the arrival of the tenth sibling of 12:am - which is 10:am. Mind you, the reason why the arrival of 10:am seems very important to me on that day was basically because I knew that special face would arrive along with it.

Yes! That face that has kept me giggling all night each time I imagine it..

Yes! And that voice that has given me the reason to smile again.

Plainly because of my raging eagerness to see her again, ten hours suddenly seems like a long time.

Pending the time of her arrival and based on the fact that sleep has eluded me, most of the things she told me the previous day started replaying in my mind.

One of it was when she said my pain is the breaking point of the shell that encloses my understanding.

How so true! No wonder I've been unable to reason like a normal person these past few days. The pain I'd been absorbing since my traumatic experiences began was definitely the one sponsoring the suicidal thoughts in my mind. Instead of letting it out by sharing my burdens to atleast someone, I'd resulted into habouring it and that was the reason why the traumatic experience was too overwhelming for myself alone.

Truth be told, I felt a strange feeling of relief, better put, something in form of an inner peace after I'd finished narrating my whole ordeal to therapist Sarah. Her comforting hugs and soft talks also did a lot to my recently found peace of mind. These are the cogent reasons why I couldn't wait to see her again.

At 7.am on D.O.T, I went to take my bath inside the bathroom situated inside the ward. I brushed my teeth and performed all other morning rituals with the believe that 10:am would have arrived by the time I'm done. But unfortunately 8 was still half on its journey to 9 by the time I returned to the wardroom.

"ahh!" I didn't know when I released that frustrated exclamation while I was still staring at the wall clock hung on the wall opposite the bed. I hurriedly put on a small barcelona shorts and a UNICEF sleeveless top - one of the few cloths Dr Busari had bought for me.

I placed a chair close to the place where the wall clock was situated and climbed it. "maybe the battery yaf died...let me check." I removed the clock and turned its back. I removed the battery and touched it with my tongue. It discharged a sharp but little current in my tongue which indicates that the battery is okay. I hissed and returned the clock back to where it was before.
I stood at akimbo and begin to formulate on how to make time pass quickly. I can't wait to see her again.

"what can I do to this time o,..." An idea crept to my mind at that instance but it was a stewpid idea. "fast forwarding the clock will only work in this ward alone. It is not a universal logic. I need a universal one....which one is that oooooo...........yes! Yes!! Why haven't I think of this earlier? Thunder fire my shadow. Nonsense and vernacular."

I got down from the chair and moved quickly to the bed. I dusted it well before getting on it.

"best way to kill time is by sleeping. Make I sleep small...." A knock from the door sounded at that moment. Thinking it might be one of the nurses attending to me, I answered from where I was. "yes, come in..."

The door opened and to my uttermost disgust, Nurse Faith emerged from the doorway. I stiffened my body at the sight of her.

Seeing her made me remember how she had wanted to rappe me on the first day I opened my eyes in this ward. The nauseating thought of watching her do it again was enough to make me became very alert when she flashed me a sinister smile from the doorway.

'What's she doing here? I thought Doctor Busari said she has exempted her name from the list of the nurses that will be attending to me? What is she doing here again?'

Nurse Faith sensed my fear and worry about her presence, so she just walked inside and stopped near my bed while I remained in my lying position.

"good morning Mr Darous..." She greeted with a smile but her politeness was met with a frown on my face. I deliberately did that so she could know I'm not happy with her presence.

I don't want to give her any green light to send me back to the College of Waywardness I just dropped out from.

No! I won't let her artikulate my return to the daura I wasn't ready to return to. Not now, not ever. I declared strongly in my mind and got prepared for whats to come.

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Not minding the look on my face, she continued anyway. "its like you are not in a good mood shey? Well just want to tell you that the driver has brought your car...." She announced to me and my mood was forced to change a little with that news. A simple smile erupted on my face. Her news has just eradicated the fear in my mind.

A day ago, I remember asking Doctor Busari to help me get someone to bring me my car from where I'd parked it in front of the brothel since two weeks ago. I had thought the car might have been stolen but apparently I was wrong. Hence the smile on my face. Since am not planning to die again, its only normal that I start caring about my properties.

Faith noticed the smile on my face and took that as a cue to smile back.

Seeing that also, I quickly squeezed my mouth and maintained a cautious look at her. However, she still has that daffy smile on her face. Perhaps, little did she know that I was still angry at her. I felt like springing up and giving her a protest slap on that beautiful but brainless face of hers. A slap that will make her see me as a devil instead of the handsome one she's seeing on the bed. A protest slap that will send a strong message to the feminine community that am done with letting my d!ck and looks be my own private tutor on the journey to doomland.

Therapist Sarah's effort to bring the lost sanity back to my mind has to yield profitable returns and am ready to climb the highest mountain to help her achieve that feat.

Just when I thought the frown on my face was enough to make her desist from making any funny
move, I received another suprise when she quickly retraced her steps towards the door and locked it from behind.

She started approaching me in a cat walk motion. She stood beside my bed momentarily and was bitting her lips in a seductive way for the next sixty seconds. She eventually got tired of molesting her own lips and sat down on the edge of the bed. I on the other hand was very at alert. I was studying her with a look that was anticipating her next move. I was so determined to deal with her seriously. No! I won't let her send me back to my wayward life.

Faith swirled her tongue in a circular motion before talking. "Mr Darous, whats wrong? Why are you frowning your face at me? Is it that you don't like me?" She asked when she confirmed the angry look on my face.

I choosed to remain quiet to her incensant queries. The best decisions in life are best made in silence. Engaging her in a conversation will only give her the chance to sweetalk me into doing what I don't want to do.

I will be silent as long as she doesn't touch me. But if she put as little as a finger on my body, then I will have no choice than to retaliate in an un-gentlemanly way. Maybe then, she would see the need to abort this seductive mission. This is a changed Darous.

She coughed gently. Her eyes still fixed on my hard face. "you know, since the day I saw you here, what have always wanted is to be by your side. I don't know why, I just like you. Its not kuku as if you are giving me money or food, abi na, I just like you...." She ranted on and on with a hand demostration for every word she says. I maintained my cool but couldn't help but wowed at her foolishness. I just can't imagine how a young lady like her could be so shameless to the extent of selling herself to me. All in the name of my 'HANDSOMENESS'.

"Mr Darous, don't you like me?...." Her voice interrupted my thoughts."talk na? Am I not good enough?"

"what is your name?" I spoke for the first time.

"My name?" She asked with a feeling of suprise. Suprised and glad at the mere fact that I was talking to her.

"no, my name..." I replied with a sarcastic frown.

"am, Faith James. Am from Benue state. My favourite dog is bulldog, my mum is a woman....."

"oh my Gawd!" I lamented frustatingly.

"what? I'm...."

"hold it...." I cut in. "wait a second...." I got myself sitting with my back rested against the wall. She was now side-facing me. "Faith, can I ask you a question?"

"ofcos you can. Anything you ask, I will answer. Be it current affairs, politics, but no mathematics...."

"promise to be honest?"

"why not? I swear to be honest and if I don't thun...."

"eh...eh...hold it... What I want to ask you is, how do you do it?"

"do what? I don't get you..." She talked with a confused expression.

"I mean how do you manage to stay foolish all the time?" I dropped that hard with the hope of getting to her nerves. "have been trying so hard to figure it out. How a young lady like you could be so foolish to the extent that even animals are better than you. I mean how can you be so foolish to the extent that the word 'foolishness' was given a human face?"

"Are you saying am behaving like a foolish person?" She cuts in with a finger pointed against her chest.

"no..no...please don't misquote me...please don't mince my words..." Pointing at her I continued. "Faith, what I mean is, you gangan, is foolishness as a whole..."
"but..."

"but what!?" I shouted at her. "you still don't get it? Then, it means you have a lifeless brain...."

Awkward moments of silence followed my last speech. Nurse Faith was visibly shaken and dumbstrucked by my harsh words. I understand am too mean with those words but I couldn't careless as long as my meaness served its purposeful purpose.

Gone are those days when I would have jumped at the opportunity to get my konji inside her pusea. See where that has landed me? No family and no friends whatsoever. Just enemies like Chioma, Nike, Beatrice and so on for me.

"would you like to check it out..." Faith's voice interrupted my thoughts. I squinted at her face trying to remember what she was talking about but it was then that I noticed the tears in her eyes. Hmmm, those kryptonites again.
Instead of letting it get to me, I quickly avoid her face and starred blankly at the ceiling.

"what do you say? Would you check your car now?" She probed further and sprung up from her seat.

"humm, yes, no... Thanks. I'll check it later." I told her softly.

"okay, would you like to have your food now? So you can take your drugs too."

"you want to give me food?"

"no, I'll tell nurse Bose for you. Doctor must not see me here atall talkless of giving you food." She informed and sniffed hard.

"hmm, yes...please tell her to get me pap and moin-moin."

"okay." She replied and left. Minutes later, nurse Bose appeared alongside another female nurse. They have both came to give me my food and medication. They left 20mins after.

What transpired between nurse Faith and I, and the way I treated her, call it wickedness, name it cruelty, christen it unkindness, or ordain it apostle of brutality, I don't care, as long as it worked.

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Moments later, it was the sound of another knock on the door that woke me up from my short nap. The nap I deliberately took with the aim of killing the time.

This time it was Dr Busari that came inside.

Today, she was dressed in her usual lab coat while her hair still remains the same. I also noticed that the vampire lipstick on her lips the previous day has vanished. Its either she was lucky to find a zombie to suck it off or she had rather rinsed it with water, whichever, she appeared corporately.

"morning Mr Darous..." She greeted after settling down inside the chair beside my bed.

I sat on the edge of the bed and faced her.

"morning Doctor...." I replied with a smile.

"how are you feeling?"

"physically of emotionally?" I asked with a simple smile.

"it won't do any harm to know how you're feeling in both aspects right?" With a questioning brow and simple grin, she asked.

"you right. Physically, am better now. Emotionally, am getting there..." I answered honestly.

She shook her head in an up-and-down motion as she appeared to be considering my words."well, am glad the department am taking care of is better, and I believe by the special grace of God and the help of your therapist, your emotional aspect will be okay soon. Trust me..."

I released a scoffy smile at her remarks.

"by the way, I heard nurse Faith came here this morning..."

I was a bit suprised at that but I maintained a straight face.

"what did she came here to do?" She asked with an intimidating look.

"uhm..nothing...she only came to tell me about my car...." I answered elusively.

"I see...have you checked it?"

"no...not yet... I slept off after eating and taking my drugs and injection..."

"okay..." She said and ended with a pouted lips.

"I want to thank you Doctor. I know there's no way I can ever repay you for all your kindness...but be rest assured, I won't be an ingrate..."

"hmmm...so nice. I appreciate the fact that you appreciate our efforts and sweats to reconnect you to your real self, but there's only one way you can repay me...." She paused and stared at me with a narrow look.

"what way?" I asked curiously seeing as her intentional silence was starting to get me uncomfortable.

Most especially, that look in her eyes. They are saying a lot of unspoken words which I couldn't understand at the moment.

Wait, I think I've seen those looks before. But I can't remember where and on whose face.
Please, someone should remind me where.

Ah! Yes...I remember now. Its the kind of look that Doris, Joke's mother gave me on the night she told me she wanted me to help her with birthing a male child.

But why is Doctor Busari giving me that same look again? Does she has a similar request to that of Doris? I don't think so. But this her silence is deafening. Why is she silent?

What if she's going to ask me to do the same thing?

I've had my suspicions before and with this her silence, am starting to think my suspicion is about to be confirmed.

No wonder she has been treating me for free for the past two weeks.

But what could she ask of me o. A male child? Or set of twins? Two twins or three twins? Hmmm, when am not a male pig, I'll rather run away from this place if she asks me to do any stewpid thing.

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"Mr Darous..." She called again abeilt very low this time around.

"yes?...." I said. My heart was starting to beat faster. Lumps of saliva have started forming in my mouth. I swallowed hard again and started fidgeting with my hands. Am getting more scared with each second of silence that passed. Am scared of the possibility that her request might pave way of getting me back to my old life seeing as I might shylishly accept whatever request she wants to make of me. She has done alot for me in these dark periods of my existence and am afraid turning down her request might make me appear as an ingrate. Let me hope it doesn't come to that.

'why worrying yourself about something that has not happened? Why the paranoia thoughts?' A voice told me from within me.
I took solace in those words and relaxed a bit.

"promise me you will do it...." Doctor Busari spoke after the prolong silence. Her face was very sober and sour. The cause of it is what I don't know.

"do what?" I asked with a confused tone.

She sits upright and locked gaze with me."promise me that no matter what, under whatever circumstance, you will always consult me before concluding on taking your life...."

'Ah!' Did you hear that? That sound of deep sigh of relief that just escaped my lungs and nostrils?

So this was her request? What took her so long to say that?

This woman eh, she must be a drama leader when she was in secondary school.

"you see...." She continued after getting my attention. "this world has gotten so bad to the extent that you can hardly see one good person out of a thousand people while the rest are bad peoples. Am telling you from experience...Its very comforting to find you among the few good ones and it will also be very devastating to see you vanish untimely from this world. Your death doesn't help you, it doesn't help the people around you. It will only tend to give them pains. You've got the tendency, capacity and resources to make this world a bit more hospitable for the less priviledge... Do you know how many beneficiaries that benefited from the monthly donations you were giving this hospital? Those people owe you their lives... Please, am begging you...." She locked her palms in a pleading pattern. "please, don't be so selfish anymore....please...."

I sighed again at her concluded statements. With everything she has done for me and the kindness in her words, then its only logical to question the reason behind the name of her hospital. NO MONEY NO TREATMENT.

I wanted to ask that but a knock that landed on the door hindered me from doing so.

"yes? Come in..." Doctor Busari answered.

The door opened and Nurse Bose poked her head inside to deliever her message. Which says; The therapist has arrived.

The next thing I did? Well you don't need to have A1 at guesing before knowing what I did. All you need is just a grade that displays the homosexual kissing of F and 9. 'F9'.

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11 WEEKS AFTER.

Inside the office where Sarah and I always have our sessions. She has come again today to continue what we have been discusing for the past ten weeks. Today, she was claded in an ankara blouse and skirt with a head tie adorning her head. The tails of her weaves rested comfortably on her shoulders.

Therapist Sarah sighed and produced another smiling face that got me asking myself how someone could be so masterful in the acts of smiling.

I understand the reason behind her sigh but the smile was another thing. Its starting to look like a mandatory part of her profession.

"so, what do you want to do now?" She asked and returned her elbows to the table. She was looking at me more directly with those adorable set of eyes.

"well, am confused...seriously am very confused." I answered with a shrug.

She pondered on my words for thirty seconds and readjusted her posture to an upright one.

"can I advice you?"

"sure...you can..."

"how about you doing it the hard way. And to me, its definitely the right way..." She paused.

I scoffed and shook my head with a confused brow. "I don't understand..."

"let me be more literal. There is a saying I love hearing whenever am re-watching that exciting BBC adventure movie titled Merlin.... Have you watched it?" She asked expectantly.

"yes...like five hundred times already....."

"oh! Really?" Her face brightened.

"yes...."

"then you should know this statement uttered by lady Morgana to Arthur when the latter was finding it difficult to decide between helping his servant, the dying Merlin to get the antidote of a very poisonous leave which can only be found in caves beyond the Forest of Balor or following the orders of his father that goes against it...."

"and Merlin would die without the antidote..." I chipped in as the scenes of that episode began to display in my mind.

"yes...remember what Uther said when Arthur told him that he can't stand by and watch Merlin die?"

I coughed gently. "he said; Then don't look...." I replied in Uther's voice and Sarah gave me a thumbs up for that.
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"that shows what a douchecanoe Uther is. You can't blame him though. Arthur is his sole heir and needs to be kept safe at all cost. The journey to the Forest of Balor is too dangerous and risky. Infact, it was generally believed that people that have gone there in the past have payed with the ultimate price. Arthur was split in thoughts. He couldn't just stand by and do nothing while his servant continue to suffer the fate that was meant for him, had he - Merlin not took the drink. The antidote is just a dangerous forest away, but what could he do without disobeying his father's command?

Apparently, as fate would have it, Morgana goes to Arthur and says that Camelot would rather have a king who would save a servant at a risk of his own life than one who simply did what his father told him to..."

"hmmm..Morgana...."

"Mr Dare, the one that caught my attention was this one. Her exact words were; sometimes you've got to do what you think is right and....."

"and damn the consequences.... " I completed for her and she smiled.

We both smiled at eachother.

"Mr Dare, do you know how that episode relates to you?"

"no....I don't have any relation in Camelot..." I joked.

"funny you. I like your sense of humor. Its a nice gift, don't lose it..." She remarked and my head swelled up to a two storey building level with those words. "back to what am saying, this part of Merlin perfectly depicts the image of your life...."

"how?" I cut in curiously.

"listen....if I'm to go by everything you have narrated to me about your pasts ordeals, then it won't be odd to claim that your life is like that episode of Merlin. Except this time, you are the Arthur. King Uther is like that unseen force that you said has always been stopping you from doing the right thing. The dying Merlin in this scenario is your broken marriage, life, status and other things. Camelot in this perspective is your beloved wife. Adebisi or whats her name again?" She asked.

"Adejoke..." I corrected softly.

"yes....now let me paint everything to you in a larger understandable frame. In the words of lady Morgana, Camelot would rather have a king who would save a servant than one who simply did what his father told him to. Now, as a woman myself, I would rather have a man who is willing to accept his shortcomings no matter how grave they her, and willing to make amends as my husband than a man who runs or shys away from it. Under proper phenomenom, thats the true definition of a real man and thats who every woman desires. Am talking to you as a woman myself..."

"understandably...but how do I get my Camelot back?"

"am getting there...." She assured. "the chances are too slim but they are worth taking. Now to have any chance of getting back your Camelot (your wife), you need to first save your dying Merlin which in this perspective stands for your life, relationships and Marriage. That means you must do what is right and damn whatever the consequences might be." She ended conclusively and rested her back against the chair.

I was lost in deep thoughts. This woman's words have gotten to me. Her comparative analysis about my own life is so mesmerising and thoughts provoking at the same time.

"but how do I save my dying Merlin? Seriously am confused." I cried out with a strained tone.

"its simple...by facing your greatest fear." She paused and returned her elbows to the table. "just go to your wife and come out clean with her...chikena!..." Again, her words ushered in a new sets of silence all over the office. My heart and mind were working at a speed of light.

Thoughts, bundles of it, started flooding into my brain. Imaginations of what might happen if I followed her advice escorted thousands of 'what if?' questions to my mind.

'what if she doesn't want to see me?

What if Joke's love for me is not enough to earn me a forgiveness talkless of a second chance?

What if my explanation is not enough to convince her?

What if coming clean later proved to be a costly mistake?

What if Nike remains a sworn enemy forever?

What if...'

"I know you are lost in deep thoughts...." She cuts in while I maintained a thoughtful thought at her face. "I know, I know deciding to tell the truth all of a sudden seems too weird for someone who....no offence, has never seen it as an option before, but am telling you that its the best thing. Its never wrong to tell the truth no matter the case because, the truth is like a Lion. You don't have to defend it. Just let it loose and watch how it will defend itself...."

"are...you...sure?" I asked with a shaken voice.

"I've never been more sure about anything. Truth is a Lion and no animal can withstand the strenght of a lion." She concluded.

For the upteenth time that day, her words succeeded in sending me back to school of thoughts.

'she said no animal can withstand a Lion, but what if Joke and Nike are the Dragon in Merlin?' I asked myself.

'then you'll have to get a Dragon Lord'. Another inner voice told me.


TBC.

The beauty of ur update is, it keeps everyone wondering how really brilliant u are. Am officially ur lifetime fan..

toluxad:
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Space Booker's...Weldon

TheBlessedMAN:
Space Booker's...Weldon

lolz. Am sorry. I was busy bef4 ni. I just had to book that space.

All I can say is "Wow!!!!"

Breathaking and brainstorming plus captivating and suspense. Tbm u be boss.

Cool story. I just finish re-reading this awesome piece and am not tired of it. Thanq 4 diz special story tbm.

Kaycee9242:
All I can say is "Wow!!!!"

You are damn seconded, i feel like blowing siren "Wow wow wow wow wow" really amazing

DIMIZZY1:

You are damn seconded, i feel like blowing siren "Wow wow wow wow wow" really amazing

Lol d guy too much abeg

This is just awesome.. Gosh talent at its peak

Wow! Bro, you are too much

I really love the Story and your update

I gat many lessons

You are too much bro

May God continue to bless and enrich you wisdom

Joshudinho_Cares

Baba Na U O,after U Na Still U Again

I just started reading all these yesterday interesting I must confess, n who is that cow that keeps quoting the full story twice God pls save him he’s case is worse than that of Darius.

Anyways come n complete ur story. Lol

TBM you are such a special talent....!!!
am really learning a lot 4rm this ur brilliant piece of art work...!!!
bros abeg keep it up...!!!

TBM... I'm amazed
Keep it up!!
A strong fan

You are simply the best #TheBlessedMan.

More grace bro

IF I NO COMMENT WETIN I GAIN

OGA BLESSED U ARE TEN-MUCH...I DONT EVEN KNOW WAT TO SAY TO QUALIFY UR WRITING INTELLIGENCE...MY HANDS ARE UP OOO...IT WILL REMAIN LIKE DAT O ..UNTIL U TELL ME TO BRING IT DOWN...

GOD WILL RICHLY BLESS U

God bless you 4 thiz upda8. It made me remember that exciting season film. Merlin. Right now, i feel like watching that movie again and again and again like a 500times like Darous. interesting is how yhu managed to relate that wonderful episode to Countless. Yhu are indeed a genius. Pure talent.

Oh my gawd! I just don't know what to type right now. You're just so so amazing.

PrinceOFprince:
God bless you 4 thiz upda8. It made me remember that exciting season film. Merlin. Right now, i feel like watching that movie again and again and again like a 500times like Darous. interesting is how yhu managed to relate that wonderful episode to Countless. Yhu are indeed a genius. Pure talent.

Am technically humbled bro

Yemike:
Oh my gawd! I just don't know what to type right now. You're just so so amazing.

Coming from a first time commenter, am humbled

You are truly theblessedman. You are the best dear. I love u

TheBlessedMAN:
Coming from a first time commenter, am humbled

monitoring spirit, TheBlessedMAN how do u know he is a first time commenter?