Then Jealousy gave birth to Furiousity. Within the split of seconds, Furiousity, because of its wayward life impregnated Anger who was also a wh0re and they begot Rage. Rage followed in the footsteps of its mother and before reaching puberty, also gave birth to a Clenched fist. Jealousy became a Great-grandfather when Gritted teeth joined the growing clan.





bros u r the best
mehn! see creativity

TBM

Still waiting patiently for the update oooo

EMPEROR48:
I concur to the idea of buying the blessedman a good phone, I was to send money the last time he drop his account but shango deprived me, then I went into the bush to visit the gods and they told me that this time nothing will happen, so on the 25th I will gladly send my own token of appreciation for him to get a new phone... I so much love him for making me to smile some of the days I am mostly angry. Thank you house for this great ideology. I will do my best.

pleaSE do. Wil c whot i cn do too. Godbless you all for thiz selfless act.

My thought was that d stori no go sweet again afta Darous and Joke don reconcile, but how wrong I was. Tbm has produced anoda magical suspense out of thiz stori. Everitin now points to the glaring fact that this stori is the greatest stori ever on this platform. And personally, the best I ever read.
Please all those promising to buy phone 4 TBM, Pls make gud on ur promises o. Thiz humble man definitely deserve every penny thiz stori can get him. Ghettochild and Menwongo, and Lekkxydinho, emperoro4, abeg no dissapoint o. This man must end diz year with happiness and Countless must be the source. Just like he has been making us happy with his suspensefilled upd8s.
I love Tbm.

Flakins:
My thought was that d stori no go sweet again afta Darous and Joke don reconcile, but how wrong I was. Tbm has produced anoda magical suspense out of thiz stori. Everitin now points to the glaring fact that this stori is the greatest stori ever on this platform. And personally, the best I ever read.
Please all those promising to buy phone 4 TBM, Pls make gud on ur promises o. Thiz humble man definitely deserve every penny thiz stori can get him. Ghettochild and Menwongo, and Lekkxydinho, emperoro4, abeg no dissapoint o. This man must end diz year with happiness and Countless must be the source. Just like he has been making us happy with his suspensefilled upd8s.
I love Tbm.

We will or I will sister
I respect and keep my words

menwongo:
We will or I will sister I respect and keep my words

am glad to hear dis frm yu sa.

149. COUNTLESS.


Upon seeing her beaming face after she'd entered, my face was flustered and the bulge inside my boxer started proving unyielding in every attempt I made to make it go soft.

"what's up?" I managed to ask her as she steps further inside the room.

I'm not sure she knew anything about what I was doing prior to her entry, but she had a wicked smile on her face.

"you know what you said earlier?" She edged further into the bedroom and perched on the end of the bed.
She was now claded in a little crop top and some sort of bed-shorts and the hair she did at the salon earlier in the day was in a side ponytail, plaited over one of her shoulders.

I gulped as she neared and I nearly blew my load right there on the bed. She appeared incredibly sexy.

If she didn't know before that I was masturbating, she would have known by now, with the way I was trying desperately to keep my konji in check. The damn thing was fighting against my fabric. At this moment, I was the perfect definition of blue balls.

"which..one?" I stammered.

"you know which one." She answered sharply.

I smiled and relaxed a bit. "what about it?"

Her cheeks flushed when I asked that but she managed to get her vocal cords to work. "you know, am scared...."

"scared of what?" I blurted out confusedly.

"as in, scared of doing what we were meant to do as husband and wife."

"hun..." I hmmed when her words formed meanings in my brain. She's scared because she's still a virgin. Its normal to feel that way.

"say something nau..." She rasped out jokingly.

"erm... Dear, I understand why you are scared. Its normal to feel that way...."

"why is it normal?"

"cos you're a virgin ofcos..." I answered.

"no...no, thats not why am scared...not that. Its definitely not because of my vagina's status." She said strongly. "do you know why I said its not proper to have sex in this house?" She asked. "and forget that crap I said about owning the house." She quickly added before I could answer her, even though I wasn't sure of what to say.

I leaned forward, carefully trying to hide my stubborn bulge with my left arm. I brought my gaze to her face and gave her a squinted look. Wanting to have a slight clue to why she asked that question.

The silence lingered for two more minutes before I finally speak up."I...still think its largely due to the fact that you're a virgin and its normal...."

"no...no..." She objected vehemently. "its not..." She ran her hands through the lines of her hair. "God, I'm so fvcked up." I watched confusedly as she threw her arms around in exasperation. She was trying desperately to fight back the tears that threatened to spill down her soft, delicate face like a dam facing an imminent explosion. "The few guys I've dated in the past," She began to talk. " have always seen me as someone naive and easy to have sex with. I always think they were truly into me, but they always let me down. They see me as a sex object. Not someone they truly want to be with. Am I not attractive enough or not fun enough? Dear," She looked into my eyes with teary eyes. "is that why they just want to get into my pants? Is that it?"

The knife that my wife was in pain struck me straight in the chest. The community development association of tears and other emotional landlords were gradually assembling their usual meetings in my eyes.

The words am about to say almost failed to leave my mouth like they were stuck in my throat.
"honey, there's nothing wrong with you." I managed to say and those words came out almost devoid of sound, as if someone had snatched it from my lips. "There's definitely nothing wrong with you love." I emphasised when the doloured look on her face still lingered.

"There is!" She almost yelled. "There has to be!" She looked at me. "Before you came into my life, I've been with three guys before. Cenaman was the first boyfriend I had while I was in my final class in secondary school. He initiated sex during the third week but I declined and that made him end the relationship. I met
another guy nicknamed Wagazala when I gained admission to Funaab. He also came up with the idea of sex after the second week. He gave me a lot of assurance. He promised heaven and earth as if they were his family's properties but I never gave in which was why he left me. I locked my heart and decided to face my studies." She heaved deeply. The tears in her eyes were flowing freely. Seeing her in such state made me totally weak.
"Darous, you are the first ever guy that showed me what true love meant and I don't know why you love me so much, even when I was still pretending to be crippled..." She paused. "Tell me why you love me so much..." She inquired with a longing look at my face.

I grabbed both her hands and locked them with mine. Our teary gaze was lined with eachother.

"Sweetheart, truly, I can have any girl I want. But how has that turned out for me? Apart from that gan self, do you know how cold it is just fvcking girls and leaving them?"
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Her brows raised at that. "yes. Do you know how some of those girls have come back to ruin my life? Eh?" I paused. "Especially Chioma?"

Silence lingered at that moment. Cold and thoughtful for both of us.

"That's why storms are named after people, right?" Joke broke the silence. "Because they come into your life and they fvck everything up and then they just leave! They come into your perfect day and turn it sour leaving a bitter taste in your mouth forever. They bring their dark clouds and their winds and they tear it all apart and then they're gone and you're left with the pieces in your hand like your life is a window and they're a brick. Everyone I ever dated thinks I'm this frigid little girl..." She dropped her head and continued sobbing.

I looked at her for a bit before something in me snapped.

'which one is the storm? The guys she had dated before me or the ladies I had dated myself?" I asked myself.

I took her trembling arms and wiped the tears that started to flow down her cheeks. I held her there, in that emotion-filled look for a moment.
"lets say you are right. But every storm always runs out of rain. Look, Cenaman's a fvckboy. He's always been a fvckboy long before he met you. Including that Wazagala or Wazasausage or Waza-whatever he calls himself. But you my love," I held her cheeks up and our eyes met. "you'll always be beautiful. Beautiful Joke. Beautifully and perfectly imperfect and tragically human. And if you want to talk about storms, then you're a beautiful disaster dear because we're all
storms. But you're beautiful the way a forest fire is beautiful. See, we're all flawed. Every one of us humans. Nobody is perfect. We're intrinsically flawed. " I ended and sniffed in. She looked at me in a different way than previously. Maybe it was the way I was holding her cheeks or because I wasn't saying these things (that me myself doesn't know where they were coming from) just to get into her pants. But because I love her truly. "come to think of it, maybe storms aren't named after people because of the destruction they cause, maybe its because like hurricanes, some people are whirlwind, rain and lightening. But if you get too close they'll sweep you away." I ended conclusively.

She looked at me and when I did the same, a cluster of emotions and feelings exploded inside me. Taking over me totally in a way I can't explain.

She was crying freely now. Tears streaming with 5g network down her face.

"I'm a storm..." She mouthed eventually."You said it yourself." She completed with a deep stare.

"Thank Gawd, I like storms like you." I replied, trying to gauge her response.

It took her a silent while to respond. "I love you darling..." She said with a sincere look. "but not just that. I'm in love with you and I know that you feel the same way for me too, but you say that you like storms....what if you can only handle a little rain and I'm a downpour?"

I quickly grabbed her hands and pulled her towards me. I felt myself getting burned by the inferno in her eyes. "Then I'll drown in you." I said and she kissed me.

I put everything I had into that kiss. I could feel her emotions draining from her body as our lips touched, sparked, tingled and danced against eachother. That kissing session was enough to trigger my romantic experience as I took charge. I dragged her gently to the big bed and pushed her against the wall and begin to touch her body so gentle and delicate. I pushed up her top and my hands started moving across her virginated skin. She relaxed herself to my touches, obviously enjoying the feelings that was washing over her as me- Darous Emmanuel, her husband and everything - became the first man to ever touch her that way. Going by her earlier words though.

I moved down to her thighs and then to the thin fabric of her panties, which provided the only barrier between my hand and her cannan land. Our mouth danced, fighting away with each other as if that kiss was our last as my hands came to her bubble butt.

I felt her hands clawing at my skin, digging holes like a wild animal. Her touch was electrically electric, searing my body with her tenderness while the other Darous in my pants ached and throbbed and longed to be freed. Her hands moved to my chest and she traced my abs with her nails. I felt her scrape down my skin and I kissed her harder than ever. I felt her hands across my boxers and I pushed further against hers. Her brests against my chest, her legs wrapped tighter around my waist.
She forced down my pants and scratched my nak3d arse.

I also quickly move my hands up to the waistband of her panties, and I started to tug, moving them down her bottocks. She was against the wall, my hips holding her against it so powerfully. My hands locked into hers above her head as I moved from her hips to her neck, kissing her and nibbling her. She was cooing and moaning quietly.

We looked at each other for a second, for the tacit approval of each other's eyes to continue.
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I kissed her again and she groaned and grunted approvingly. We broke the kiss and we looked at each other in dimly lit silence as her thumbs hooked into my waistband and she rolled the shorts down my legs totally.

The only noise in the room was that of our harsh, irregular breathings.

I held her gently and pushed her backwards towards the foot of the bed. I moved my hands up her nak3d thighs to the sides of her mound. I could feel the wetness forming as she moved her legs wider, allowing me in. She was breathing hard, and so was I.

With one hand tracing the contours of her beautiful face, my second moved towards her pusea. She gasped as I touched her fleshy pusea. And then her body was propelled backwards into the bedding as my hand grazed across her pusea. It was wet, gentle and soft. She raised her hips when I inched a finger into her moist and tight pusea.

Her hand hovered over my d!ck and she lowered her longing hand onto the base of my 8inches.

Her touch was magically magic, sending a tingling shrill all the way down my shaft and into the aching sacks of my balls. She began to stroke my shaft while I continue to give her pusea the perfect attention even though her extreme tightness was making it difficult.

As she stroked and teased the head, I equally rubbed her clit faster and faster against her growing wetness while she purred in my ear, moaning with such beautiful softness. Her breathing ragged, telling me, begging me and commanding me not to stop.

Joke then screamed out in orgasm, finally releasing the tsunami that had overpowered her with the aid of my magic touches and she released my hard d!ck from her soft grasp.

And then it was time.

Her mouth open but no sound came as she reached between my legs and grabbed my erection in her hand again, pulling it between her tender legs. When the tip of my d!ck brushed her virgin pusea lips, she shuddered again. I pushed up on my elbow and looked at my wife. I kissed her. She smiled back at me, a soft, vulnerable smile that I had never seen before on anyone's face.

"are you ready?" She asked me with a faint voice.

"I should be asking you that." I replied.

"hmmm..." She smiled.

My Glo sim is already in her hands. Its left to her to decide when she's wants to insert it into her phone and let me rule her world.

"Are you ready to become a woman?" I asked meekly.

"am ready to be a woman." With that, she moved her hips up to meet mine while still holding my d!ck. The tip of my 8 inches slid along the folds of her wet mound and her nails quickly returned to their hole digging task on my back.

Neither of us spoke as my d!ck remained at her wet entrance.

After testing the water for a few more moments, I pushed my hips forward. My wife moaned out loud and deep as my konji finally entered the place for the first time. The most special pusea I ever entered. My d!ck forced apart her virgin walls as it slide into her oven midway. I took it slow, kissing her gently with each forward motion my d!ck performed.

Her eyes were pressed closed as she tried adjusting to the intrusion of another human inside her hole. She was warm, oh! So warm. The feeling of my d!ck finally inside my wife's pusea was absolutely insane.

I stopped moving when I came in contact with the soft, film-like barrier of her virginity and I quickly took Joke's hand in mine and gripped it. "There's no going back..." I mummured into her ear.

"I wasn't counting on it...am all yours, take me..." She replied in an encouraging tone.

I kissed her and pushed forward, and that was the moment her hymen was plucked from the wilderness of her body.
She buckled her hips and whimpered and cried into my mouth as my konji broke her resistance and I could felt her nails draw blood as they clawed at my back tightly.

We remained like that for a moment before I noticed a tear escaping down my wife's eyes. Shortly after that, her hips started to rock and the shakushaku continued. I slid deeper into her until my balls rested on the coolness of her bubble butt, and our short pubic hair meshed. She put her hands on my body, pulled me closer and gave me a deep kiss as I started to slide myself in and out of her tunnel. Her passion changed gear and our sex was in full flow. No more hymen-nic road blocks.

"oh! Oh! Darous...yeah...yeah dear...." She moaned, her hips bucking and flexing and going into spasm intermitently at my thrust.

I withdrew, feeling the friction of her lips as it released my konji and I saw the blood of her purity on the tip and also on her lips as evidence of her beautiful and passionate depucelation (please don't mind that grammar, am presently overwhelmed by just the memories of that blissful night).

I kissed her and then pushed myself back in and her scream of ecstacy filled my mouth. We fvcked like animals, like a couple embellised in lust for each other after being apart for a long time.

She moaned and cooed in my ear with each missile I Binladin-ed into her White House.

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"This feels amazing." She would whisper into my ear as the thrusting continued with each rising momentum.

She nibbled at my neck and I felt the passion growing like a raging inferno. From my balls to my shaft and then after some minutes of hard thrusts, I came hard and deep, thrusting one final time and groaning like a man on the edge of oblivion until I was balls deep and firing streams of my hot jizz into my wife's pusea. Filling her womb with three months worth of loads.

"oh my!" She said breathless as I finished unloading my loads in her.

"That was...was incredible." I managed to voice out under heavy breaths.

She accented with a smile, probably unable to find words.

I rolled off her nak3dness and laid beside her, assimilating every moment of bliss that passes.

The night was far spent. The room was cast in a deep golden glow of the energy saving bulb underneath the ceiling.

The noise of our breathing and the rise and fall of our chests was the only sound in the room.

I can't say for how long it took her, but barely five minutes later, I was already in deep sleep.

_


The following day came like every other day, except this time, it was the only day Joke and I were totally and extremely happy together.
The kind of happiness you can't explain with words.

We had another round of sex in the morning before we started making arrangements to move to my house.

We spent the whole day moving out of my wife's cottage and moving to my mansion. At night, we were both tired due to the stress we endured during the day, so nature forced us to bed very early at 8pm. It wasn't as if we packed her whole belongings, just some few favourite clothes and important documents.

If not for the ringing of her phone that woke us up around 9 a.m of the following tuesday, I think we would have slept till past noon.

The phone was placed on the headboard of the bed so I reached for it without checking the screen and gave it to her.

She yawned twice and sat her back properly against the headboard. "My sister calling me." She said to me before picking the call.

I became instantly at alert. Nike was still unaware of my re-union with her sister. Joke had planned to call her the previous day, but the stress of moving from her place to mine stopped her.

"Hi sis...." Joke greeted into the phone she held with both hands on her stretched laps. I rose up and sat some inches from her, atleast to stop the camera from picking my image cos I was still feeling nervy with the thought of talking with my wife's sister. Someone I had had anal sex with in the past.

"Hi big sis...." Nike's voice greeted back in a cheerful voice. "morning over there..."

"thanks. How you doing?" My wife replied with a smile.

"Great...its like you just waking up sis..."

"yeah, kind of tired jare..." Joke clarified.

"hmmm, what could possibly make you tired..?" Nike inquired.

"am still coming to that...hows my baby?"

"He's still in bed. We are approaching dawn here."

"yeah, you're right."

"I've gotten mum's death certificate from the hospital yesterday." Nike announced and I watched keenly as Joke's face beamed with joy.

"wow! You are such a darling. Now we can proceed with claiming her entitlements..."

"yeah, and thats why I called to know how its gonna get to you. Should I send it by courier?" She asked.

Joke thought briefly about her question.

"no, no...thats too risky. My birthday is three weeks away. Are you still coming?"

"you suggesting we delay the processing till three weeks time?" Nike asked.

"Yeah. Thats the best way to avoid those documents getting to the wrong hands....its important."

"okay...but what did you do to your bedroom? This looks unfamiliar." Curiousity dominated her words.

I watched with a nervy stare as Joke started thinking of what to say.

"erm...actually this is not the bedroom in my house..." Joke answered with a fumbling tone.

"what are you talking about?"

"I mean I didn't sleep in my house last night." She stressed into the phone.

"where could...."

"There's someone here I want you to meet..." Joke suddenly cut in.

"who?" Nike asked.

"you'll find out now..." She said and tried shifting the camera towards me but Nike stopped her.

"eh, chill sis...come-on gimme a break. Who is that person? You can't just introduce me to one stranger without first giving me a heads up..." Nike claimed.

I was already feeling tensed as they argued. Nike finally agreed to meet whom her sister was talking about.

I collected the phone and quickly turned it towards the opposite wall as I was still not bold enough to face her.

"Talk to her nau..." Joke mouthed to me.

"why am I seeing a plasma T.v instead of a human face?" Nike suddenly blurted out. "Abi the person is inside the T.v?" She added.

I took a deep breath and mustered enough courage to face her.

I turned the phone around and our eyes settled on each other. Although mine was half opened, hers suddenly shot wide in total disbelief.

TheBlessedMAN:
Am sorry it took more than the promised date to deliever this update. Phone don die since 6pm and I just completed the typing after charging it for two hours.

This episode 149 is in two parts (for easy posting here). More the 39,000 words. All in the aim of completing it be4 this year ends.

Not properly proofreaded.. So take me as I am. Am already working on the last update.
The monickers I requested will be added into the Final episode. No shaking. T.B.M.

Let it fall

TheBlessedMAN:
Am sorry it took more than the promised date to deliever this update. Phone don die since 6pm and I just completed the typing after charging it for two hours.

This episode 149 is in two parts (for easy posting here). More the 39,000 words. All in the aim of completing it be4 this year ends.

Not properly proofreaded.. So take me as I am. Am already working on the last update.
The monickers I requested will be added into the Final episode. No shaking. T.B.M.

Oya na.

CONTINUATION OF EPISODE 149.



"what...what...in Trump's name is this!" She rasped out. "what tha hell!" She pointed at my face. "you this bast*rd! What are you doing with my sister? Do you have a death wish?...are you crazy?....." She continued to rain curses and abuse on me while I just maintained my cool and decided to be a dump site for all the vulgarised statements coming from her.

She bit her lips and fumed angrily. "How did you even managed to convince my sister?"

"Nike, please, atleast hear...." I was still saying when she snapped at me.

"Don't you dare Nike me atall!. Give my sister the phone right now!" She commanded outrightly with a furrowed brow.

"Please hear me out...." I argued pleadingly.

"I said give my sister the phone...." She picked those words one by one with emphasis on each one.

I glanced at Joke and she gave me a consenting nod.

I sighed and gave her the phone.

"am here sis," Joke said after collecting the phone.

"can I speak to you privately?" Nike asked.

Joke looked at me in a way that means she wants permission from me.
I nodded my approval to her and she returned her looks to the phone.

"erm...yeah. Sure." Joke answered reluctantly.

She got off the bed and went outside the room to speak with her sister.

During her absence, I made some calls to my workers and other relevant people to give them directories for the day's work. I also called Doctor Busari and Therapist Sarah. Both of them were extremely happy for my re-union with my wife.

My wife returned after almost thirty minutes of her absence. She gave me a kiss and sat beside me on the big bed.

"I bet she's still mad at me..." I grumbled while still holding my phone.

"yea...but give her time. Am sure she will come around..." Joke assured.

"how can you be so sure she will?"

"Because I did..." She answered with a shrug.

I deliberated on her words briefly and I couldn't help but agree with her.

"what are your plans for today?" I asked her.

She rested her head on my chest and started tracing my abs with her manicure.

"am not going anywhere... If possible, I want to spend all eternity alone with you..."

I chuckled. "so, you prefer us spending eternity together without working?" I teased rhetorically.

"A good thing we are both rich...so no worries about starving..."

"but am richer than you...." I jested.

"eh, see arrogancy at its peak...do you know how many properties I own in Lagos alone? My monthly allowances in UNICEF? My investments in Gtbank alone can feed us for thirty years...." She explained proudly.

"Go on?" I beckoned.

"Go on what?"

"don't tell me thats all the riches you are campaining about..."

"you haven't tell me about yours yet and you're already forming champion..."

I smiled again and quickly think of what to do while she gave my face an expectant look.

"You know what?" I finally said.

"I don't know what, unless you introduce what to me..."

"today, I'll take you round all my properties, and I'll show you all my investments. I'm sure by the time you see half of it, your Onga Maggi go bow for my Ajinomoto..."

She laughed and agreed to my suggestion.

So that was how we spent the whole day roaming and surfing through each of my properties in Abeokuta. Including all the one's I inherited from Adedoyin. I also took her to the Orphanage I built in the name of Adedoyin and the house where I failed at my suicide attempt.

I couldn't take her to Lagos whence I have up to two houses but showing her all the original documents was enough to convince her. She had no choice than to bow for me.

"with everything I saw today..." She said after we got home. "you have all the resources in the world to have a new life but you still choosed to come back to me..."

"A life without you is not worth living...." I replied painstakingly and sincerely.

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Two weeks had passed since my re-union with my wife. Her sister was still acting cold towards me. To make matters worse, she had refused to let me see my child's voice or hear his voice whenever she and her sister was having their usual chit-chat.
Nonetheless, Joke never stop assuring me that she will come around.

"and when will that be? When I clock 76 like Buhari's age?" I had asked her with a frustrated tone one day.

"chill baby...she will come around when she no longer see reasons to doubt your feelings for me. Trust me on this..." She had replied with a mind-cooling tone.

Since then, I had stopped worrying myself on the issue.

Everything was going smoothly. Our relationship with our other friends was on good rapport - ofcos, except Lewis - who had refused to bridge gaps with me and my wife. Obviously, the idiot is angry with my wife for taking me back and most importantly, very mad at me for abandoning my wife and child at the hospital.

I had tried severally to talk with him but he remained unyielding.

Jide, Collins and Efe all noticed this but I always tell them everything is fine whenever they made inquiries regarding the matter.

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Except that part of Lewis, me and my wife were living the most happiest moments of our lives.

We do virtually everything together. No more secrets between us. She knows where I keep every important documents of all my belongings in the house and I equally knew hers.

There was a day I was playing a video game inside my game room. When I suddenly felt two palms covering my eyes from behind.

I knew it was my wife, her cologne gave her away the moment she stepped inside the room.

I dropped the wireless pad and decided to pretend as if I don't know the intruder.

"please...please... Don't kill me..." I pleaded and surrendered my hands in the air.

She scoffed and coughed gently. I knew she wanted to change her voice.

"urhhhggggh..." She said in a grumpy voice. "Do you know who I am?"

"Yes....yes.... You are Ojuju Calabar..." I stuttered.

"oh! How wrong of you...This ojuju is not from calabar o..."

"Then where is it from? Calabar is the only origin of every Ojuju I knew as a kid..."

She laughed while her palms still remained on my face. "The fact that you guessed wrong is enough to make this Ojuju kill you...but I won't if you can do just one thing..."

"whats that...anything, I will do it... But please don't ask me to hurt my wife... Thats the only thing I can't do. I'll rather die than hurt a single hair on her head..." I protested.

"oh! Another Romeo...." She remarked still in her grumpy voice. "okay..." She continued in the same voice. "here's what you will do for me, if you want your Juliet to find you in one piece when she comes back."

"Whats that?" I asked with a feigned trembling voice.

"I'll use my handkerchief to blindfold your eyes now. I'll give you a sheet of paper and a pen. Then you'll write I LOVE...you'll include your wife's name in it and her date of birth. It must be on a straight line...Fail to do so and I'll break your head. Understand?" She thundered.

"piece of cake.." I replied confidently.
So she blindfolded my eyes with her handkerchief, put a pen in my hands and guided my hands to a sheet of paper.
Unknown to her was the fact that she did a poor job with the blindfold. She forgot to double the cloth, so I was able to see through it.

I wrote it perfectly the way she requested. The next thing that made contact with my lips after she removed the blindfold was her lips.

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As you can see, love and peace seemed to have found a permanent place in our house, but apparently, fate has got other plans for us.

Things were going smoothly until the sunday of the third week following my re-union with my wife. That week's saturday was also the day she would be celeberating her 28th birthday. October 24th to be precise. She had started making arrangements for the day she claimed was going to be a memorable one.

I think the reason why she tagged it a memorable one was because Nike and Chris will be arriving with the expected death certificate of their mother.

To cut the already long story short, let me tell you how my marital life took an unexpected turn on that terrible sunday.

On this fateful day, we were just coming back from meeting one of the dignitaries she had invited to the occasion.

I asked her to hire event planners but she had declined the advice. She said no one can ever plan anything in her life for her. Not even in this birthday party regard. Hence she had put so much strenght to the planning of the event to the extent that she had been unable to sleep well for the past two days.

On this sultry afternoon, we were in my car, driving home when we passed by the house of Lewis. Joke suddenly asked me to park the car. I asked why and she pointed towards the house.

"Thats Lewis house right?" She asked as she disengaged the seat belt away from herself and faced me.

"yeees..." I answered while still trying to figure what she's driving at.

"I think its high-time we settle your differences once and for all. I can't have two friends still at loggerheads dishonouring my birthday with their unholy hearts." She explained.

I got her message. There's no point in arguing with her. She's right afterall. We can't continue like this. Besides, I should be grateful Lewis is not like Jide, or else, all my attrocities would be flying in the newspapers by now.


Am even curious to know why he's so mad at me to the extent of avoiding me like a plague.

"You are right. No one should carry such heavy grudge to the birthday of one of the most beautiful project of God." I told her and parked the car at the entrance of Lewis house. A space adjacent the main road.

"Let me call him first to know if he's around." Joke said and placed the call to Lewis while we still remained in the car.

I heard him telling her that he's around and she ended the call after telling him we're already at the gate.

Joke opened the door and got down with her hand bag in her hand.

"lets go insi..." Joke was still saying to me when a noisy car, - that was advertising a new film - sped past and her voice trailed off.

CONTINUATION OF EPISODE 149.



The next thing I saw was how my wife, like a slow motion, started falling to the ground on her back.

On impulse, I got off the car and like a speed of light, rounded the car to where my life, sorry, my wife was lying on the floor.
I found her spilling some whitish liquid from her mouth to the ground and she was shaking vigorously.

'oh my Gawd! She's having seizures!' I cried out mentally in utter disbelief.

"what...what...what....what....what..." I rambled out in fright.

In that awkward moment, fear gripped my heart. I panicked. Seeing her in such epileptic condition tore my heart into thousand shreds.
I started fidgeting nervously and unable to decide on what next to do.

I glanced around to see if I can get help from passersby but unfortunately the day was a sunday and the road was sparsely filled with humans.

I returned my apprehensive gaze to my wife and she was still shaking vigorously while the whitish liquid were still oozing from her buccal cavity.

The thought of carrying her to the car and straight to the hospital entered my brain at that moment but I was inches from her when I suddenly remembered one of the phobias my mum use to tell me and my siblings about epileptic patients (warapa) when we were still toddlers.

She would say; "whenever you see uncle Kazeem sprawling on the floor and pouring white foam from his mouth, Dare, Ope, Ayo, Joshua, Eniola," She will call us one by one. "eti yin melo?, (meaning, how many ears do you have?)" We would chorus 2! "ki le fi n se? (what are you using it to do?)"

We would say; a fin gbo ran. (meaning, we using it to hear word.)

"don't move near him o. Run away very fast. Because if that white foam touches you, you will also catch warapa (epilepsy) instantly." Those words came to me at that moment and I become more confused than ever.

This is my wife, lying helplessly on the hot tarred entrance of Lewis gate under this scortching sun.

I didn't know what to do. There's no way I would touch her without coming in contact with the liquid spilling from her mouth and then I will also be infected.

My wife will never forgive herself if I also got infected with her epilepsy.

The next thing to do is to run and call for help. This is not about me abandoning my wife. Its about using common sense.

I took a cursory glance around. Its just few minutes past twelve and the road was still somehow empty. But am sure it will be filled with people once its 2pm.

I need to hurry up. I saw a hospital at a place not far from here when we were coming. Let me hurry up and go there to get help. I only pray no one should come close to her before I come back.' I concluded within me and entered my car. I turned around and zoomed off, thereby leaving and exposing my unconscious wife out there, under the scortching sun with the aim of returning very soon with help.

*

The distance between Lewis house and the hospital I saw before is just a 15 minutes journey when driving on average speed. But due to the hold up I encountered on the road, it took me more than thirty minutes to get halfway. A cement truck with punctured tires had blocked the road from miles ahead.

Tired of waiting for the end of the gridlock, I swerved to one side of the road, close to the pedestrian walk way and parked my car. I spotted a bike coming and I hurriedly stopped it.

"take me to Lantoro hospital...."

"Aro or the main gate?" The bike man asked.

"anyone of them will do. Please hurry up." I said very fast and mounted the bike.

"your money is..."

"Forget that please...I'll pay you times four... Just get me there first..." I shouted at him.

*

I got to the hospital after 5minutes of drive on the bike.

Fortunately for me, I was attended to on time and two nurses were assigned to follow me.

The other side of the road was free and we were able to get to Lewis gate within fifteen minutes but unfortunately, my wife was no where to be found.

"where's she?" One of the nurses asked me after glancing around.

"I...I... I left her here before...before I left..." I answered with a breaking voice. My heart was troubled. I couldn't stand straight. The thought of something worse happening to my wife made me feel tension all over my being.

"obviously, she's not here...." The other nurse rasped out disappointedly.

"Please help me find her... Please...she's my life..." I begged them almost in tears.

"obviously, as it turns out, your life is nowhere to be found..." The first nurse said sarcastically while I was checking the gate of Lewis house but I found it locked.

"Thats if you even have any life to begin with...." The second nurse added.

"You appeared too mature for this public disgrace you are giving yourself." The first nurse added with a tone of annoyance.

"No thanks for wasting our time...." The first nurse said and hissed as they both walked to the main road.

I was left to face my own problem. I didn't know where to start.

'how can she just vanish without any trace?' I asked myself exasperatedly.
.
.

While still wailing bitterly on the floor, I begin to think deeply of how my wife suddenly became epileptic. I don't remember ever seeing any hint of epilepsy on any of her family members including her. Then how did she developed that embarrasing ailment? God have mercy! Why is this happening to me now? Am I not entitled to have a month full of happiness? Why is my life like this? All my life, I have been a regular customer of pain and sorrow! God please make this stop. I can't lose my wife. My life will be meaningless.'

"Mr man, what happened to you?" A woman asked me after spotting me from the main road. I ignored her and continued weeping on the floor. My cloths was soaked in tears and sweats.

Two young guys were also standing close to her and they were already in front of me when I finally settled my teary gaze on them.

"maybe Man U don spoil hin ticket too...." One of the guys said. He was claded in a blue chelsea jersey.

"eeyah, I feel sorry for him. Maybe he staked it with all his life savings...." The other guy claded in a Man U up and down jersey added while I was still weeping uncontrollably. My heart was in absolute grief.

"Wetin Lukaku and Mourinho go cause for this life eh? Jesus no go fit repair am..." The chelsea guy added again. "chai! See how person papa dey weep on the floor because of Man U? Chai... Lukaku, you go sweat enter hell ni o..."

"I think that our team is truly owned and sponsored by the devil and his main objective is just to come and ruin our peaceful human lives...."

"nothing has caused more pain and sorrow to us this year than Mourinho and Lukaku." The Man u guy remarked again.


"Will you two just keep quiet and give the man a break? You don't even know why he's crying..." The slim woman said. By this time, more than ten people have gathered around me. Old men and women, children and slay queens all holding phones.

"Mr man, what happened?" An older man held my head and whispered into my ear.

"What happened?" Another man asked.

"tell us, maybe we can help you..." One of the slay queens said.

Hearing all that, I rubbed of the tears in my eyes and decided to tell them the cause of my grieviance.

I narrated everything that happened to them and luckily for me, one woman said something meaningful and helpful.

"Mr man, but I passed here moments ago na, and I saw a lot of people in this place. They were helping one tall man to carry that woman you called your wife inside a car...." She explained and my whole body instantly became attentive.

"Wait ma'am..." I said curiously and stood up. "describe that man for me please..."

The woman took her time to give me the perfect description of the man she saw with my wife. Her description perfectly matched with Lewis's.
Then my mind snapped. I remember he is also a neuro-surgeon. He must have took my wife to his newly opened clinic in the outskirts of Abeokuta.

I ignored the awkward stares and all the pictures of me that the slay queens and others were taking. I don't have time for that now.

Like a speeding bullet, I charged forward suddenly and began running furiously towards where I'd parked my car during the hold up.

_

"Good day sir, how may I help you.?" A pretty woman that I met at the reception of Lewis clinic told me.

"Please I need to see doctor Lewis..." I stated very fast.

"what for? Why do you want..."

"He brought my wife here!" I said almost shouting with a bang on the table separating us.

The woman was scared and she quickly told another woman to take me to doctor Lewis.

The clinic is not that big, so within a minute, the woman and I had stopped in front of a white painted door.

"is this his office?" I questioned eagerly at the woman.

"yes. But I think he has a patient..."

I didn't let her finish before I barged into the office. Lewis was sitting on a chair separated by a table and another chair close to the entrance.

"Where's my wife!" I demanded authoritatively.


EVEN THE DEVIL DOESN'T JOKE WITH HIS SPOUSE.

God help me I don't kill someone here today.!

I mummured to myself with a clenched fist.



TBC


Watch out for the FINALE EPISODE.

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Great update!!

something does not feel right, why am I getting the feeling she has an ulterior motive.

You don't just forgive people like that, not even in fantasy world

felix00:
Great update!!

something does not feel right, why am I getting the feeling she has an ulterior motive.

You don't just forgive people like that, not even in fantasy world

i agree wit you. Make tha girl no try shiit o. Awesome update by the way

felix00:
Great update!!

something does not feel right, why am I getting the feeling she has an ulterior motive.

You don't just forgive people like that, not even in fantasy world

i agree wit you. Make tha girl no try shiit o. Awesome update by the way.

felix00:
Great update!!

something does not feel right, why am I getting the feeling she has an ulterior motive.

You don't just forgive people like that, not even in fantasy world

i agree wit you. Make tha girl no try shiit o. Awesome update by the way...

gr8 upd8. I fil sori 4 Joke nd darous. Epilepsy na embarrasment. It can hapn anytime. God av mercy.

That part of Man U got me cracking wiv lafta sha. Tbm too gud.

TheBlessedMAN thanks for the mention... but wait oo na me you take the do fucker boy for here?

it's been long i haven't heard from iya beji i hope she is ok?

Apparently the "epilepsy " was a test of love which Darous failed unfortunately, but it remains to be seen whether he'll be finally lucky to regain his wife's trust and love this last time?


Op your writing prowess and conjectural dexterity leaves no one in doubt as to the gift of greatness in you. Thanks for this scintillating work of fiction....

This Darous is original mumu. How can he leave his wife alone in that quiet environment? He has failed the test, I pray Joke will forgive him.

TBM chai, na wagazala you destroy like that?.. Wagafire you.

Thanks for the mention bro. You are exceptional and there's only one way for you. Up it is.

TBM aye, you're the best Joke is scheming to usurp his properties with Lewis. Nobody forgives that easily

babayi good ejo. thanks for writing oga mi smart

TheBlessedMAN. No one like this MAN

TheBlessedMAN:
CONTINUATION OF EPISODE 149.

TheBlessedMAN. No one like this MAN.

u b baba..i bow for you..you are the best

lekkxydinho:
COUNTDOWN TO THE AGREED DATE TO CONTRIBUTE THE MONEY FOR T.B.M's PHONE.

7days to Go.

Menwongo, Ghettochild, Calmbabadee, Emperor48, Adamsbadoo and others that wants to join us.

7 days to go. December 25 is the agreed date.

God bless us all. Amen

details?

Darous has flaws yes but u can't blame him
alone. If his mum didn't tell him that, he wouldn't
have done that childish act of abandoning his wife and if society didn't stigmatize the
epileptic in society. She won't also have lied to her children
to prevent them from associating with them.

I only pray this ends well for him.

Great work tbm

TheBlessedMAN you are really blessed
Kudos to you dear

see as tbm take set every thing,omo u are a banger