SunFlow:
Oga flow... This story too deep like brother wale. The suspense is thunderful

That 'brother wale' story was sooo emotional. It made me cry.

ChemicalReaction:
That 'brother wale' story was sooo emotional. It made me cry.

Chai! Why did you cry alone? You should have mentioned me in the cry

SunFlow:


Chai! Why did you cry alone? You should have mentioned me in the cry

Lol.. Go jor!

ChemicalReaction:
Lol.. Go jor!

Seriously, I would have cried with you. Giving hanky where and when needed

SunFlow:


Seriously, I would have cried with you. Giving hanky where and when needed

This story is headed same direction. I'll notify you when the tears starts pouring. You hear?

ChemicalReaction:
This story is headed same direction. I'll notify you when the tears starts pouring. You hear?

*sniffs* no wahala... The tears are piling up already

Hmmmmm



Tanks for the update

ChemicalReaction:
Flow, thanks for sharing this story. I learned a lot, especially in dealing with 'so called friends'

RIP Emma

Tory still dey, e never end

Next morning Snow called me telling me to make sure I made it to his father’s internment later that day. I told him I would love to but that the police ordered I shouldn’t leave town.

“Why na?” He asked

I informed him of the recent development in Alaska. The death of Emma shocked him, but when I told him the police was in search of him as one of Emma’s friends, I sensed Chicken-livered Snow froze from the other end of the call.



Two sets of people never to forget in the journey of life; Those that make you cry, those that cry with you, and those that wipe away your tears.
To me Emmanuel Okoli have all three attributes.




Monday 13th March, 2017.

I had quit my job at the filling station because I was told Mike Lawson after acquiring the filling station retrenched all the workers.

My boutique was close down.

I was jobless.

The Police kept their eyes on me.

I was lonely.

The street was cold.

OK republic was bushy.

1759 lost its splendor

St. Peter's Basilica looked shanty to me.

Something was missing - my friends!

I was losing it.



How can Chinwe be this wicked? She and her husband are what I would call modern day ritualist first edition.

But how did the video get to Emma? I thought he was done with Chinwe?

All these questions I promised I will get answers to.



I put on my shabby clothe and hit the road with my rickety shoes to go feed my friends in the station the stale food i prepared the previous night.

Walking along East-west road I saw Mike Lawson's Cadillac escalade negotiated a turn close to Choba Police station. Ooh how I so admired that car, but there was more to the car; the persons it contained.

Bayo and Mike Lawson! Inspector Bayo!

I halt abruptly to see what was next. The Cadillac was still steaming at the Police Station car park for about ten minutes before Bayo stepped out of the car smiling broadly holding a bag.

Why? Inspector why?


I stood for a while thinking of how Mike Lawson Chinwe’s husband have become stupendously rich within a space of One year; richer than his father in-law Henry Okonkwo who is a known drug baron.

Mike Lawson owned Two filling stations, Two Night clubs, One Hotel, A shopping mall, A bakery and a greater share in Grandprix oil.

This same Mike Lawson killed my friend I was sure.

I hide myself from Bayo’s sight yet he turned and waved at me as he entered the station’s premises.


Ooh how I wished he saw me not.

SunFlow:


*sniffs* no wahala... The tears are piling up already

Wipe your tears you hear! Sorry!

“Olaniyi abeg help me keep this document for your house!” I was at Olaniyi’s compound.

“Wetin dey inside the envelop?” He asked.

“Nothing ooh! Na just some documents!”

“Which kin document?” He was asking too many questions.

“Na document wey be say if e dey for my house this night I fit die!” And sure to it I would lose my life should the memory card and the pictures of Bayo alighting Mike Lawson's escalade stay under the same roof with me.

“Die kee!” He was shocked, “Why you go die?”

“My brother no ask me too much question, just keep the document well, and no let anybody see am, unless you wan follow me die!”

“Me? Die? I never even marry na to com die”






Nine O’clock and nobody hit my door hard.

Ten O’clock, same thing.

I waited till I slept of.

Then the big bang came.

I knew who they were so I opened the door before they b.anged twice.


First was a hot slap, followed by headbutt, then I was on the floor struggling to breathe.

“Where is the memory card!” One of the mask men thundered.

“I….. I……… I don’t have it!” I returned.

Stamping his feet on my chest another yelled; “You think you can deceive us abi!”

“No I can’tn’t” I replied.

“You can’tn’t abi? Very soon you will cantonment!” One of them laughed at my grammar.

At such times grammatical error was paramount as farting was predominant.

“You get mind dey mess abi?”

“Me? Mess? I messest not oooh!”

“You messest not abi? Very soon you go Mesopotamia!” The grammarian corrected.




“Bross abeg I no hold any memory card ooh!” They searched my house thoroughly.

“Big bros we no see any memory card, we don search taya!” One of them reported to their boss.

“Make una seach again!”


Twenty minutes of tumbling the house upside down and they found nothing.

With a heavy punch to my jaw the Big bros announced their return in two days’ time and if I don’t provide the memory card they will fry my b’alls.

Fry my ba’lls and I will never betray late Emma my friend.

Thank God for Olaniyi.

flow1759:
“Olaniyi abeg help me keep this document for your house!” I was at Olaniyi’s compound.

“Wetin dey inside the envelop?” He asked.

“Nothing ooh! Na just some documents!”

“Which kin document?” He was asking too many questions.

“Na document wey be say if e dey for my house this night I fit die!” And sure to it I would lose my life should the memory card and the pictures of Bayo alighting Mike Lawson's escalade stay under the same roof with me.

“Die kee!” He was shocked, “Why you go die?”

“My brother no ask me too much question, just keep the document well, and no let anybody see am, unless you wan follow me die!”

“Me? Die? I never even marry na to com die”






Nine O’clock and nobody hit my door hard.

Ten O’clock, same thing.

I waited till I slept of.

Then the big bang came.

I knew who they were so I opened the door before they b.anged twice.


First was a hot slap, followed by headbutt, then I was on the floor struggling to breathe.

“Where is the memory card!” One of the mask men thundered.

“I….. I……… I don’t have it!” I returned.

Stamping his feet on my chest another yelled; “You think you can deceive us abi!”

“No I can’tn’t” I replied.

“You can’tn’t abi? Very soon you will cantonment!” One of them laughed at my grammar.

At such times grammatical error was paramount as farting was predominant.

“You get mind dey mess abi?”

“Me? Mess? I messest not oooh!”

“You messest not abi? Very soon you Mesopotamia!” The grammarian corrected.




“Bross abeg I no hold any memory card ooh!” They searched my house thoroughly.

“Big bros we no see any memory card, we don search taya!” One of them reported to their boss.

“Make una seach again!”


Twenty minutes of tumbling the house upside down and they found nothing.

With a heavy punch to my jaw the Big bros announced their return in two days’ time and if I don’t provide the memory card they will fry my b’alls.

Fry my ba’lls and I will never betray late Emma my friend.

Thank God for Olaniyi.

Chai... Flow nwanne

SunFlow:

Chai... Flow nwanne

Flow's narration is different from Emma's right?

“Olaniyi you say wetin?” I was deaf for seconds, “You dey Ghana now!......ehen….. wetin you dey do for Ghana?.... You say………”

Deafness turn dumb.

"Hello..... Hello... Hello...." I hung up.


I knew I would never trust a bloody Ofe M’manu.

Olaniyi alala niyi!

He betrayed my trust.

He traveled to Ghana with the money he was bribed with.

It was later i got know that Bayo and Mike Lawson bribed him handsomely for the memory card and the pictures.

He fled to Ghana.

How on earth will I get back the evidence that would make the wicked ones pay for my friend’s death.



There was a way out.

Diva!

Diva my ex was the answer.

Diva and Chinwe we course mates in UNIPORT, good friends turned enemies, their paths never crossed since Chinwe snatched Diva’s Oil Magnet A’risto from her when they were in school. That was way before I met Diva.

The scar on Diva's forehead was meted on her by Chinwe member of rival female cult group. Diva have never failed to let me know she will someday take her pound of flesh from Chinwe when the opportunity arrives. I guess the opportunity had surfaced. Or so i thought.


After Diva watched the video, she promised to join forces with me to expose Chinwe and her husband.

“Hello my sweet Diva………………… Are you still with that Video and pictures I gave you?” I called her, “……………………… Yeah, I will need you to bring them to the house this evening lets plan”

Thank God I trusted not a Man in Olaniyi and a Woman in Diva with the memory card and pictures.

But why is Bayo and co. still keeping Man and Brainbox in cell? Why?

I wished I owned a gun.

I was on my way back from the station to feed my friends when my phone rang. It was Diva.

“Hello………. What? Where?................. I should met you in room 16 Helena Heaven Hotel…….. By 5pm…….. Okay I will be there!”

I knew what she wanted. She wanted sex. Sex before we plan.

But I wasn’t in the right state of mind for it. My mind was made up to kill.


“If you need gun, just call me for phone!” Those words of Angola the dealer of guns resounded in my head.

Why didn't you leave the house when You sure knew they would come for you?
This one sounds like oyibo film ohh

ChemicalReaction:
Why didn't you leave the house when You sure knew they would come for you?

This one sounds like oyibo film ohh

Relax na. You will soon know why.

flow1759:


Flow's narration is different from Emma's right?

Different and overall, sad

Entering the compound at about 4pm.

"Come here!"

“Oga Fred wetin I do na, shebi when I wan go see my friend Ola I let you know, you tell one of your boys to follow me go” I spoke, “And when I come back, your boy wey dey stay for this my compound observe say I no comot for your house for night”

Oga Fred kept me under house arrest because I owed him 100,000 Naira. He had overtime forcefully taken my valuables one after the other. He even promised to kill me if after Two weeks I couldn't pay him his money.


Oga Fred puffed before he said; “I hear say them rob you for your house yesterday”

“Yes ooh, them come beat me because say the people wey put Man and Brainbox for prison send them make them come collect one video and picture like that”

“Which video and picture be that?” Oga Fred’s second in command asked.

“Na video wey show how Mike Lawson and him wife dey do money ritual and the picture show when Inspector Bayo dey collect bribe from Mike Lawson so that him go say na Man and Brainbox kill Emma” I narrated.

“Why na! Him dey mad? Bayo dey mad?” Oga Fred’s eyes were fierce.

At that moment it dawned on me that Fred and Associates robbery gang hated Bayo and his squad for their several arrests and for gunning down some of their gang members, plus they so loved Man and Brainbox for supplying their balanced diet Indian hemp to them whenever they needed it.

Then i smiled.

“It can’t fit happen!” Bigie one of the gang members thundered, “We go show that Bayo guy pepper! How him go arrest Man our man!”

“Flow the picture and the video still dey with you?” Oga Fred asked.

“Yes, one copy dey with my former girlfriend Diva, I dey go the hotel go collect am”

“You know wetin? No worry for the money wey you dey owe me, we go fight this bastard Bayo and Lawson together”

That was a waiver.

Joy filled my heart.

SunFlow:

Different and overall, sad

You dont have to respond to ur question wit an alternate accnt.Just mention me.
#NoTroll

bro is this story real?

like d video nd ritual part?

d police arrest

Emzyme:
bro is this story real?

like d video nd ritual part?

d police arrest

Very real with alteration in names, places and sometimes dates

Characters seems drifting here and there.

More grease to your elbow my G.

Thanks for making our festive season

Friends sha,,


OP tanks for the update

Wadewaltz:

You dont have to respond to ur question wit an alternate accnt.Just mention me.

#NoTroll

I don't understand please

Flow1759
Where re thou

flow has gone on AWOL again

Flow!

Chaii from laughing to crying

sikirus81:
Chaii from laughing to crying

Laughing to crying

I am sorry for not updating in a while now. i have not been around.

Now i am back.

Now that Buhari have won. This is the #NextLevel of the story.

Season Two Emmanuel Okoli's Burial