ALANTERE: In search of bliss by Temiloluwa Kenny

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[b]THIS STORY IS DEDICATED TO MY BEST FRIEND & THE BEST GIRLFRIEND IN THE WORLD; OLAJUMOKE A.K.A @jummybabe. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH SWEETHEART![/b] . . . . THE PREFACE (JANUARY 20th,2016) LARABA was successful, and thanks to God and my audience (especially from coolval.com and users from okadabooks) for that. The publicity, the sales, the acceptance and the impact was hortative. I never thought it would be this success. But then after LARABA I never wanted to relent. I was tasking my head to write something as epic as LARABA again. Even though I’ve had slew of ideas pumping in, I have never really settled for one initially and that was because I was still confused. Confused of what next to pen down because as much as I wanted to write something epical, fiction and science-fiction were also struggling for a space in this my small head. However something soon happened that made me make a decision in writing something. It was just like a normal day in Abeokuta, a suburban area in Ogun State. It is actually a place where I stay and school. It was morning though. A kind of morning that is always endowed with sending lazybones back to sleep to cuddle their duvet more even when the time yelled 8 am. The morning was spruced with light dews of water that condensed on cool surfaces over night from water vapor in the air. I was sure lazy MAPOLY students would find flimsy excuses of not greeting lectures that morning. I was still at home that day, though I wasn’t sleeping. Lest you start thinking I'm such an idler. I was actually working that day. I was working on my laptop over an adaptation of my widely read story; ‘TEMI: ALL ABOUT TRUE LOVE. The louvers of my house was still saturated with dews; and that had made sighting whoever was coming from outside into my room totally impossible. All I knew was that the door of my room snapped opened suddenly and someone I least expected stomped in. I quickly grasped my 'Grace' and 'Sweetheart'. Then slammed him the most horrible and inquisitive stare humankind could ever posses. “Who are you and what do you want ?” I blurted. While I quickly closed my 'Grace', while I dug my 'sweetheart' inside my pocket and lurched up from bed. I wouldn’t want a demented intruder to pilfer away what I cherish most in my life and most importantly, my writing tools. I know you are confused now on what I meant when I said my 'Grace and sweetheart'. Well that’s one of the ways I employed to applaud what I cherish so much in my life. Have always had this silly motives of bestowing sobriquets to something I held so importance to my life. That was the reason I named my laptop – 'Grace' and my phone—'sweetheart' . 'Grace' normally was an ex I so much cherish in my life. I so much loved her while we were together and I still do even after our separation many years back . So I had to name my laptop ‘Grace’ to depict how much love I have for my laptop. And my phone that I gave ‘sweetheart’ was due to the fact that my phone had replaced the position of a girlfriend in my life. My phone is always with me, and always served as a companion. Exactly what a girlfriend does to blokes and dudes. My own phone gives me the soothing feeling especially when my hands are flying on the keypads, typing I so much love my 'Grace' and 'Sweetheart' to bits. I heard my interloper cleared his throat and talked. “I heard you are a writer. You are Temiloluwa Kenny the writer of LARABA, MAKANJUOLA, PART OF PROMISE, TEMI and a lot of them right?” He questioned me, snorting at my promptness for safety. I was surprised at the question. My jaw dropped as my name and who I am plopped out from his mouth. I was even more surprised as he listed some of my stories effortlessly. The situation immediately made me settle my nerves and passed a keen stare on him. It was then I noticed my intruder didn’t look like someone who would pilfer my stuffs. He was expensively garbed with costly wears. Wears that I know would cost me to sell all my properties—including 'Grace and sweetheart' before I could afford them. I was sure his ordinary Ray-Ban sunglasses hugging his forehead was enough to pay for my house rent and even settle those pesky bills. My intruder reeked of awesome wealth. I swallowed the lumps of spittle hurting my throat. “Yes, I am. How h..how may I help you?” I stuttered out to my utmost engrossment. My intruder heaved a sigh on hearing that. Then I saw him peruse my room until his eyes caught a stranded white plastic chair at a corner. “Thank God I finally got to meet you before I die.” He muttered as he stomped towards the chair and sank himself on it.  I squinted my eyes in utter horridness as I heard him. “What did you just say?” I asked him. But he cast a stare on me. A stare that had more meaning to what he just squealed to me. A disquieted stare. Despite the aura of wealth haloing around him, I could still see he looked more like some lost soul. So lost that he didn’t look like he could be recovered. His pricy wears did well to shroud this for him. I guess they were just facades to any acquaintance he must have probably bumped into to let them know all was well. But I, being a very a observant lad; I was able to see what I could only term 'death' hanging closely on his nape. Instead of replying me, this man only rubbed his dome and shook it. A smile crawled out of his lips, then a tear accompanied it through his eyes. This my intruder was now crying and at the same time smiling. He was crying profusely like a toddler, wailing like igbere (the Yoruba name for gnomish-sized evil creatures that carry mat anywhere they go while crying) I was totally confused at the sight albeit I was still moved as I advanced toward him and grabbed his shoulder. He was emotionally tattered, battered and dinged and it was obvious he was hiding it from me or perhaps if he wanted to he was failing woefully to do that. “What’s your name?” I asked him, allowing his tears to slither on my hand. He controlled his wailing and reduced it to a snivel. “My name is Adenifuja Adebori Williams.” He finally said, and believe me when I said I was totally gobsmacked. I almost fainted at as the name hit my eardrum. I recoiled and refrained from touching him. Who would dare touch the great Adenifuja Adebori Williams without first contending with hordes of his bouncers that followed him around. You can’t even whiff his cologne from afar off without first getting a taste of one or two whips from his roughshod-looking bouncers. That was the reason I didn’t know he was the one bestowing me an august visit. Adenifuja was wealthy, so wealthy that Dangote’s money was like a trifle compare to his. Even if Adenufa's wealth and Bill Gate's should meet at warfront, believe Ade's would butcher Bill's. Yes, that was how wealthy he is. Not everybody could be so fortunate to host Adenifuja early in the morning like this. I guess luck just decided to grin at me that money. “You are surprised I'm here right?” he asked, as he wiped his tears and scoffed. I couldn’t talk; I only nodded like an agama lizard.  “I’m about to die, but before I die I need you to do a favor for me.” His crusty voice responded making my body tingled and shuddered with fears. What could make a whole Adenifuja think he was about to die? That was one puzzle I didn't take long to unravel as I asked him; “What f-fa-fa-avor do you want me to do for you ?” I stuttered, allowing my slickly sweat to pour from my brow and dropped into a corner of my eyes. That peppered me but I ignored. Adenifuja stood up from where he was sitting and pranced away from me. Then he dug his two hands into his pocket and shook his head. “I want you to write a story about me.” He finally muttered. "Wha.a.a.a.? Why? .. How.. I mean I.. " I was still stuttering like a nincompoop when he faced me. "You need to stop stuttering and do this for me because I have just little time left. I beg of you!" he pleaded while I nodded and hastily stood up, ignoring my doleful mood about the giant of wealth standing in front of me. I carried my 'Grace' from the bed, opened it and heaved a sigh. I was now happy I’ve finally found another story to write. Another story after LARABA (Where love never ends).

CHAPTER 1 (60 YEARS EARLIER) Ademuyiwa looked at the nozzle of the revolver pointing squarely at his face and slick grime of fears responded in his mind. He tried to duck his head from the point the gun was facing but Go-slow reinstated his position of his gun on him. If there was anything Muyiwa hated, it was gun--if there was something else he hated more, it was still gun. Well, who wouldn't hate guns? Guns and is magic. Only a retard would fail to realize the mickle magical of what guns can perform. For it can divorce a medulla oblongata from the skull; separate a head from the neck, and snatch the heart from the body. Yes, those are the wonders of gun--and Muyiwa knew that if he wasn't careful, perhaps his own head would be the next victim to taste such magic. "Oga Ade, listen to me very very well." Go-slow's guttural voice beckoned; still holding the gun at his face. "I'm not here for child's play." he said. Ademuyiwa nodded like a typical lasertid lizard and murmured; "Ye Yeah yessir. I'm listening to you si..ir. " He faltered. Obviously being controlled by one of the magic of gun. "Today, you got a contract from Monteda group of companies. I don't care about the contract and I'm not concerned about how you will execute the contract. All I'm concerned about now is the seven million naira you are being giving to execute the contract. The accountant asked you if you would love your pay in a check or cash, you insisted on colleting the cash, then the money was packaged to you in brand new leather bag. You collected it and immediately made for your vehicle. You didn't branch anywhere, so there was no way you would have disposed the money anywhere else. Now I, Go-slow and my friend here want to collect the exact money they gave you to execute the project." The thief finished talking, while Ademuyiwa Davies passed a muffled groan. It was now dawned on him that he had been attacked by a very notorious armed robber called Go-slow. The armed rubber that had repute for instilling fear in the minds of the inhabitant of Abeokuta. Go-slow wasn't an illiterate, hence the reason for his fluent command of English Language. He communicated mostly in English with his victims --but in situation where his victim was an illiterate, then he would be force to dilute his English with pidging. Mere hearing of 'go' would make hordes of legs scarper for safety before pronouncing 'slow'. Go-slow was known to be brutal and brute but yet, his handsomeness was patent to everyone. He had this round face that gleamed exquisiteness and perhaps made him look like he didn't fit to be a criminal at all. He was tall too--with height that could possibly pass him for Goliath. So his cute face coupled with his Godzilla height had always made matured ladies and fille lust after him. Even some would drool especially when he introduced a scowl on his face. To him it was a moue he wore whenever he chose to remind anyone around that he was still dangerous and deadly, however some mulish minds among the female species had always thought the moue face was part of his sexy features. They drool whenever they saw his cute face patted into grimace. Sexy grimace, they always tattled. "Oga Ade you are delaying me or do you want one of your daughter to taste one of the bullet inside this gun before you answer me?" Go-slow threatened, while he lurched to drag a young girl that was lying close to his father. He was now pointing the gun at the girl's head while he held her blouse roughly. Ademuyiwa seeing that jostled up in fear. It was true he hated gun being pointed at his head but now that the gun had be transferred to his daughter's head, that was more way terrifying to him compared to his head. He loved his daughter so much that he could take a bullet straight through his brain for his only daughter. "Please I will get you the money just let her go. Please." Ademuyiwa pleaded, pointing at his daughter. Tons of fear peeked out of his voice as he talked. Even though he was previously in dilemma of either giving out the money to the two thieves afore or restraining it from them, but now that his daughter's head was about gulping a bullet, he definitely knew well he had to make a choice--and the choice was to release the money and save his daughter. A virulent chuckle chandelled Go-slow's lips as he nodded at Muyiwa's decision. "Nice choice you made Oga Ade." He remarked and turned to face his second who they both came together. "Esu, oya follow am make you go collect our money from am." He said with a tone of command. The punk also nodded and pushed Ademuyiwa up to his feet roughly before dragging him to the way. Go-slow had perused carefully before choosing his partner in his thievery business. Nobody could be better than Esu. Just as his name spelt, the man looked like a devil indeed--an applaud to the person that coined his sobriquet as 'Esu'. He was so ugly to the point that devil himself would loose to him in any ugly contest. He was the exact opposite of Go-slow. While Go-slow was gracefully handsome and beautiful, Esu was gracefully ugly. To the little children and toddlers, his face would always appear like 'Ojuju calabar', frightening children away like a bogeyman. Esu had more enemies than Nigerian musician Wizkid, has fans. Esu was a jailbird who already had secured permanent apartment in Kirikiri cell. He was actually on a temporary freedom when Go-slow accosted him and hired him as an armed robber. Esu, even though he was cruel and bloody, he had never stolen before. So many times he was jailed it was due to many of his street fights where he would have stabbed the opponent. Nothingness often time he had beaten the rap he was always caught by the long hands of law. However, when Go-slow approached him, he was on his one of his temporary freedom outside jail. The chap had successfully changed his mindset. Go-slow had cozen him by telling him he was wasting his talent on something unproductive like fighting that always ended him in jail. Go-slow told him he was talented, but then of what use was his talent if he couldn't make money out of it. That was an eye-opener for Esu as he decided to join Go-slow and so far so good, Esu was extremely happy and grateful to him for bring him into larceny. "Boss, na the money be this. You fit confirm am." Esu informed as he dropped a thick leather bag on the tiled floor. Go-slow quickly relinquished his hold on the girl he had been holding and made to check the bag. A wicked smile pulsated on his lips on seeing the crisp naira notes piled together in bundles. They were seven million naira richer. Then he made a head gesture to Esu for them to vacate the premises in which he quickly understood. But on getting to the doorway that led to outside of the room, Go-slow stopped abruptly and casted an ogling stare at the young girl he held before. The young girl was lying supinely on the ground, with her eyes closed while she was still jittering out of fear of their assailants. Unbeknownst to her, the short skirt she wore had folded up revealing large chunk of her smooth laps covered with fresh flesh. Even her crotch area that was covered with her pant was vivid to Go-slow at longer stare. He smiled wickedly. "Boss wetin happen na ? Wetin you dey look ?" Esu exclaimed in slightly peeved tone. Go-slow turned to face him still maintaining his sadistic grin. "I want to feed my thing." He said and touched the bulge on his trouser. His phallus was getting furious. Esu looked down to see the zipper of Go-slow's trouser bulging out of proportion; then he knew what his boss wanted to do. He wanted to have a canal taste of the young girl. He raised his eyebrows and winked at him. He wished to laugh but he couldn't. Esu wouldn't dare to laugh because he knew his mouth always looked like a crying old man whenever he attempted laughing. "Hmmm boss boss, I no know say you sev dey see am, me sev dey look am since morning oo." He passed a light jest pointing at the frightening girl who was by now aware of what was about to happen. "Esu!" "Yes boss." He replied. "Esu." "Yes boss." "Esu oooo." Go-slow called the third time. "Boss ooo." "Na only me get this one, forget am o. No put mind for there at all." Go-slow warned. Esu nodded smugly. "Okay boss." He said. Go-slow unhooked his belt and made to carry the girl hastily to a room. Ademuyiwa couldn't take that so he decided to stand up to fight the hoodlums but he was sent back sprawling when Esu pointed his gun at his head. Ademuyiwa mellowed. Go-slow entered a sparsely neat room and found a neat bed inside it. He quickly dropped the girl on bed and set to work. He climbed on the girl, pushed her short skirt upward and tore her pant. The girl didn't struggle with him instead she covered her face with the back of her left hand. The thief had expected a wild struggle and some galling scream from the girl but was surprised when none came from the girl except that he could see she was very nervous when she eventually covered her face, Go-slow almost thaw. The first thrust inside the girl brought along a moanful scream from her but the rapist didn't care to listen to the ringtone. He continued thrusting till he felt like erupting but the bliss emanating from the girl's cunt was so much that he couldn't withdraw. So he poured everything while the girl also heaved his hips forward to take all the dose. After he was done he hastily stood up, packaged his phallus back to is home, zipped up and fastened his belt. He was about to leave when the girl stopped him by holding his hands. Go-slow looked at her and then his eyes fell on a red stain smirching the whiteness of the bedsheet. His face creased in surprise while his eyeballs almost popped out from the socket. He wasn't going loony--he assured himself. But he was utterly surprised by what he was seeing. He sat on the bed beside the young girl. "Are you a virgin?" He asked, pointing his finger at the blood stain. The young girl again covered her face. "Yes" she nodded. Go-slow heaved a heavy sigh. His face curled into a sincere ruefulness. At the spot he felt a kind of feeling he had never felt. "And why did you allow me to this with you?" He asked and almost immediately regretted ever asking such a dumb question. It was a dumb question because what they just had wasn't consensual. It was rape! "Would you have allowed me to go if I told you?" The girl replied. That was true. His flagitious mind wouldn't have stopped even if the girl had protested. He was on hell racer to satisfy his malefic phallus. Now that the deed was done he seemed entangled by the aftermath. "What's your name?" He asked the girl. "Adesewa." The young girl replied, still covering her eyes with the back of hands. "Adesewa, I'm so sorry." Go-slow said in an pure penance tone. He was definitely feeling remorseful this time and what marvelled him was why. He was meant to be notorious and brutal. Not to be bothered with the fickle thing called emotion. But now he felt he was under a force that was coercing him to feel the way he was feeling. "You don't have to be. I like it. I love you." The lady said albeit whisperingly. The statement was like a bombshell detonotaing his eardrum while sinking down his toughie side into hades. For a moment he felt he was no more the dangerous element causing terror on people's life by snarfing away their belongings. "No you can't love me. I'm a freaking thief. I'm a criminal." He said with a frown face shaking his head in such a way that depicted he was trying to debunk whatever he thing he was feeling. The feeling that that seemed shrouded in something called love. Adesewa scoffed. "I know but I still love you!" She said again. His lips parted to let out a respond, but was sealed shut by scuffle from outside the room. A loud noise penetrated inside the room him and the lady was. He quickly picked up his revolver, ignoring Adesewa and then made to exit the room. He was close to the doorway when the door bursted opened and six policemen quickly dispersed inside the room with everyone of them pointing there weapons at him. The room was instantly soaked with tension. Go-slow was aghast! "Go-slow or whatever you call your name you're hereby under arrest. You are advised to surrender your weapon or you will be forced to do that now. Remember, there are backups everywhere." A blurred croaky voice warned him, but it was useless because Go-slow looked undeterred. His face was pulsating anger. He held tightly to his revolver with his two hands, brandishing the weapon accross the faces of the policemen. He was ready to bite the dust. "For the last time, you're advised to drop your weapon young man or else you'll be forced to drop it now!" Another stormed warned trolled out but Go-slow intensified his hold on his weapon. The policemen seeing that the culprit was not ready to surrender for arrest, they signalled to themselves and they conked their weapons to release the trigger. Go-slow seeing this knew definitely well his end was drawing nearer. But he wasnt prepared to go down alone neither was he prepared to surrender. He was totally fearless. He cast a short glance at half clad lady on the bed. "Adesewa, I.I.I Love you too." He said uncontrollably as a mixed feelings of emotion and anger clouded his face. "Poow! Poow!! Poow!!!" Three shots reverberated and afterwards the room was plunked into sooty smoke. A throbbing groan escaped into air. Somebody slumbed down and died! Story continues... Read my previous story via this link; https://www.coolval.com/forumsss/topic/laraba-by-anthony-temiloluwa-kenny/

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Nice start bro keep it up :g thanks for the beep @layintan

already seated thanks @olayintan

@olayintan.. Thanks for the iv Ride on

Bring it on

Sounds interesting. Already seated

This is Nollywood At the verge of death he still remember I love you Thanks you sweathaert for the dedication @saintkenz And also thanks @olayintan for the notification You almost block my email with almost 20 notification on this story kilode lol

Ohh my goodness dis is d boom, jst like d writer stated dat he wouldnt mind collecting tears 4rm our eyes bt u ar far away 4rm me u wont see me wen i 'll b doing dat,pls am nt happy o, u ar calling an object Grace, infact am sueing somebody right away.thanks mr @Olayintan.

tnx @olayintan for d IV

You are all welcome I no knw, maybe na network cause am @jummybabe

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For heaven's sake, how could a young girl of that age love a hardened criminal. is he that handsome or what... By the way, what's the meaning of ALANTERE... @saintkenz I don't think you finish the 'TEMI: ALL ABOUT LOVE'part 2

@ladyg I'm sorry about that..but with this your accusation it seems your name is Grace?

@tcoolar to be simply put ALANTERE means a cart pusher. Someone who pushes cart for a living. Often times it is use to depict hustling or life of a hustler in Yoruba.

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@Saintkenz apology accepeted, mayb or mayb nt, u ar correct.

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CHAPTER 2 "Maami, I love you Maami. Nothing in this world to be compared to you Maami. Hope you still remembered the promise I made to you before I left the village that I would come back to get you out of this misery? I hope you remembered? You do? Well now is the day to fulfill the promise Maami." Bori Williams stopped the imagination on his head of how he was going to announce to his mother when he finally travelled back home with his official car to the village to bring his ageing mother to the city. Adebori Williams wasn't born with a silver spoon but he was glad he was about to acquire one for himself. That was his motives on this Monday morning as he rushed down to his new place of work to assume his new job position. For the first time in his four years after graduation from school, Bori eventually clinched a jaw breaking job with mouth watery benefits. Apart from the grandiose apartment that tailed along the benefit, he was to be given an officiall car with a driver. That's the life he had dreamt off long time ago but it didn't look like it was forthcoming especially after his graduation. Bori graduated with a first class degree in the University but of course since when has Nigeria Labour market started giving a dam about grades? One could possibly clinch the award for best student in the world and still come to Nigeria to lobby for a middling job offers. Meaning clinching 'best student award' doesn't guarantee you 'best job offer' as far as Nigeria Labour market is concerned. Bori had tasted the worse and worst side of life. He knew he had only managed to pass through school in sheer of luck. Considering the impoverishment eating deep in his background, Bori wouldn't have tasted any form of western education. But his mother had struggled really hard to sponsor him through secondary school and even though she would have loved to sponsor him beyond that but an incident had claimed the woman's right limb and impaired her two sights sending her to embrace crutches and walking cane to aid her movements. It was this misfortune that opened Adebori mindset and the need to brace himself up as a man. He'd been told by his mother that his father was dead. So Adebori had decided to face life squarely and make it worth living for him and his wimpy mother. His plan was to go to university and graduate then accquire a better job. However so far so good, the first two of the plans had already been accomplished but the the latter had proven to be difficult until this particular day. Adebori Williams came down from the taxi and after minor haggling between him and the cab driver he paid his fare in which after the cab zoomed off. He was however get impatient of when his official car would be released to him. The management had promised him he would be getting all the fringe benefits affixed to his employment in a weeks time of resumption. Now he couldn't wait to drive in that luxury and bring mama to the city to enjoy the moment with him. The next five minutes that elapsed after the cab left offered Adebori another opportunity to probe for any flaws in his dressing. This is Nigeria, anything can happen. He had often heard stories about how new employees got dismissed even at the very first day of their resumption because of minor failing in their comportment. He was in good taste, his well ironed shirt and pant trouser told him so. His black necktie was knotted and fastened closely around his neck. Adebori was evenly impressed by his akube shoes that had this pointed tack like an arrow head used in fighting war. He was primed and perfect and he was sure his first day at work would be perfect too. Immediately one of his legs touched the inside of the lounge, all eyes were hauled at him and he impressively returned them with a grin. "Good morning Mr Adebori Williams" A female voice greeted him among the hordes that were sitted in the lounge. Adebori stopped in his tracks and stared at her. "Good morning Miss ...." He said tapping his forehead. "Aishat" the lady helped him out while she walked up to him. "Yes, thanks." He said with a faint smile. "Sir I'm Aisha Bello, and I will be your secretary. I've been assigned to show you around the premises and show you to your office." The lady said, stretching her hands to collect his bagpack. "Oh I see." Adebori nodded. "So here you go" He shrugged and handed over his bagpack to her and made way for her to pass. A telephone blared out from the table nearby, disrupting the moment. "Excuse me, I should really pick that sir. " He said While Adebori nudged her a go-ahead look. He watched as the lady scapered to the table to answer the caller and in not less that thirty seconds she was back to him where he was still waiting. However this time her face was lacklustre. Adebori frowned "What happened to you?" He asked concernedly. Aisha shook her head. "Nothing to worry about sir. " She said with a forced smile but even the heavens knew the smile was still pseud and tainted. "The M.D would love to see you before you resume work." She announced. "Then let's get to see him." He said. Now he was overly confident because he was about to meet the bearer of good news once again. That was the second time he would be summon intooffice. The first was after the last interview he had with the same man and the man had congratulated him for being the lucky man the company had chosen to employ. He was definately going to meet his 'bearer of good-news' “Yes coming Mr Adenifuja Williams” A very deep impetous male voice invited him in as soon as his knock sounded on the door.   Adebori took a watchful prance into the hush office. The office screamed cozy. The type he would expect his own to be like. Big mahogany table in front of a big leather swivel chair where he would sit his ass, a drugget calming the sole of his shoe, his portrait staying close to President Gen Buhari's on his table, with air-conditioned blowing comfort to his skull. That was the life he envisaged and he was about acquiring. "Good morning sir." He introduced a warn smile and expected a reciprocal.   “Sit down.” The M.D pointed at the chair in front of him and reinstated the eyes glass shielding his eyes probably. He was without smile and didn't intend to have one on mere looking at him.   Adebori had to swallow his toothy smile when he noticed the bluntness reeking hot in his voice. He drew himself a chair and sat on it, then he allowed the stiffness in the atmosphere to dominate. Cool breeze from the air-conditioner slid through his nostril, and every available hole in his body and then into his head performing the right function of cooling his head that had started going balmy. Truthfully, Adebori was already getting concerned. He had thought the man was 'a good-news bearer' but with the way the man was staring at him now, his feet was turning hailstone. The M.D's face was neither smiling nor frowning. Instead it held a weird look. A weird facial expression that could only be found in a hungry lion that just got is prey trapped. "Sir you..you.. You sent for me." That was a stutter from him. He was amazed of how his mouth was able to open and pronounce such words. If going by orders from his head, his mouth was supposed to be sealed shut. Just like suspects about to be arrested are always being dashed this common but austere warning 'whatever you say or do might be used against you in the court of law' so was his head was screaming the same warning to his mouth but unfortunately his mouth disobeyed. The M.D scoffed at the announcement and then buried his face on the laptop in front of him. "Thanks for the reminder. I'm not that dumb you know? I still remember I sent for you." The man said, and accompanied it by twitching his pointed nose. It was this time Adebori saw how fugly his prospective boss was with his face that shared the same oblong shape with his akube shoe. His mouth was pointed like the tack of the same shoe while his pointed nose was elongated enough to smell the whole world. The M.D was a middle aged man of 53 years old. But his physical appearance would give him up for an older version of himself. He was very dark in complexion. Darker than the darkest thing in the world. He had the appearance of a typical elderly man who depends on crook to walk. His face was strewn with thick grey stubbles and his head was littered with thick grey hair. All he needed was a red and white suit, then a glove to mistake him for Santa Claus. Beyond all these physical attributes, M.D still shared one quirk attribute with the late biblical King Solomon. Yes! He had massive reputation for womanizing. He didn't mind sticking his thing on any hole so far the whole was between two legs Counting the girls he already had sex with is like engaging in another population census. Even though M.D is married, his desire for sex could not be satiated only by his wife. One of his new catch that he was so desperate to get a taste of had actually assigned him a job he needed to execute. And it was so unfortunate that person who would be on the victim of said assignment was no other person than the sitting right in front him now. "I'm sorry sir." Adebori begged, as he intertwined his hands together and stared sightlessly at nothing in particular. "Sorry for yourself." He groaned. Adebori wondered if at first day of his work he had already started having problem with his prospective boss, how long could he hold up before his patience was blown out of proportion. Worst still he had been employed as the Assistant Managing Director. Meaning he would always be working closely with him. Well it was high time he put all those morals maami had always cooed into his ears from toddler into display. 'Patience, tolerance, gentleness, long-suffering, love and any other fruit of the spirit in the Bible.' He promised himself not to be unnerved by this irksome boss of his even though coping with him was beginning to look tedious like a job itself. However patience is virtue is what Maami always preached--and now was the time to employ the virtue. "Mr Adebori Adenifuja Williams." His prospective boss throaty voice snatched him from riverie. "Yes yes sir." A reply snucked out from his lips to his boss who didn't even bother raising his head from his computer. How really insignificant he must really appeared to him compared to what he was engrossed with inside the computer. "Hope you're good?" He asked, maintaining his eyes on what he was doing. "Heck No! I why would I be good when I'm on hot seat with you right now." Adebori almost yelled but he cautioned his mouth this time. And thankfully, the mouth obeyed him. "I'm trying to. Let's just say I'm a bit nervous here." his voice sounded more in a wispy confirming what he said was true. He was indeed nervous. The middle aged man in front of him nodded to his reply. Still not facing him. Perhaps he intentionally maintained his face on the computer in facade to make him think he was busy. Or maybe he was trying to avoid him or better still he was just trying to stew him. The man later raised his eye to meet Adebori's. A deep frown covered his dark Santa clause face as he squinted his eyes as if searching something out of him. He cleared his throat and started. "I'm sorry to announce this to you Mr Adenifuja Adebori Williams," He paused and continued "a very important but impromptu decision was taken some few days ago. The management observed the process of your employement some few days back we realized you don't really fit into the type of job you're employed for. So the management has reached a conclusion to retrieve your employement and dismiss you with immediate effect. The management is so sorry for any inconveniency this impromptu decision must have caused on you." He finished talking and slammed a grin at him. Ade must have left his mouth opened for close to decades but didn't realise that until spittle crawled from his mouth and wetted his shirt. He was drooling already. So all his fantansies of bringing maami from the village to enjoy the moment with him was definitely slipping away into the drain again. Just when he thought he was on the verge of porting away from his misery, life hauled another milestone on his route. Adebori picked up his backpack and assembled a smile on his lips enough to tell himself that 'all is well.' He would have to call Maami and tell her to be patient with him because he was definitely still coming back to make her smile. He was till coming back to be the boy she groomed to look up to. He was coming to be the fruit of her labour. On getting outside the premises in his gloomy state. He was about to call a cab when he noticed someone walked towards him. First it was the beautiful pairs of legs that attracted him and that made him raise his head to look at the carrier of such beautiful legs. Stephanie Del Valle was known to have won the beauty peagent for the most beautiful girl in the world in the year 2016. But the lady standing in front of him now had a beauty that would make Stephanie Del Valle jealous and the organisers that crowned her MBGW to look like petty little liars. "Hello Bori." The pretty unknown lady greeted him. ... Immediately Adebori left the M.D's office, a gratified smile mounted his face as he picked up his mobile phone and dialed a number. He was done with his assignment so definitely he should have his paycheck. "Hello, I've executed our plan. He has just been dismissed of the job." He took a glance at his wristwatch. "So I want us to meet by 8pm prompt. Let's meet at Vannila Hotel and Suit. Remember our agreement? You have to come without your pant on" Story continues. .

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this man is too wicked,just because of toto hai i tuale for u... Ride on alaye mi i gat ur back

how foolish u are at that age? dismissing a Willing heart that's ready to work cos of pussy

Hmmm

Nonsense man,all dis show is because of kanda ba? I pity u.

this is wickedness

I don't get it,who ordered him to executed bori frm d post...who could do dat to him

typical of those Nigerian boss.. such a selfish and foolish boss

Bad belle

Mr. Casanova, foolish person, just because of toto

see wicked man

Hope his sexual urge won't distroy the young man's life??

Too bad, next plz!

mmmmh.! bring it on

This M. D is an idiot

Dis man nah akpoo :s

[color =white]ok[/color]

na Toto go kill him useless wicked old fool and bro I no see my name for the reg oo

Heartless man

I feel sorry for the innocent young man... That old wizard must regret

this man is wicked oh

Dx man ain't using his six.. Because of a hole to put ur pole in, you just sacked dx youg man with high hope and spirit