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LAGOS WEDDING WAHALA

LAGOS WEDDING WAHALA

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LAGOS WEDDING WAHALA – Episode 1

“Modupe, what do you think of my idea?” Biola asked their wedding planner. “Which idea?” Modupe asked him back, lifting her face from her desk. A stream of sunshine poured through the window behind her. Vehicles and motorbikes honked aggressively in the street below them. Biola was clad in a pair of well ironed black trousers, a pair of immaculate black shoes and a white and blue check long-sleeved shirt.

“My main idea about the wedding, Modupe. Everything else is Bimbo’s idea,” Biola replied. “I am still not sure which one you are talking about, Biola.” “A small, simple, quiet wedding on Lekki beach. I am not into big luxurious weddings. I want something quiet, simple…you know, something that allows our best friends and family to celebrate and share the moment with us. I don’t want a…a…a big crowd!!! I probably won’t get to know who is there or not, with a big wedding. I want a more connected wedding, where the guests will get the opportunity to have fun and talk to one another. Besides, I am not a big fan of lavish, extravagant events…weddings! After one day, it is all over and then, the couple is left by themselves. Why spend that much for one day?”

“You’d have to agree on that with Bimbo. She is adamant about a large wedding, you know.” “What do you think? You are the wedding planner.”

He moved closer and sat on the chair in front of her. Their eyes met as they peered into each other’s eyes for a moment. Modupe quickly looked away, scanning the sheaf of paper in her hand. “It does not matter what I think, Biola. My job is to plan your wedding based on the speciffications you and Bimbo present to me.” “But you can offer your input. You are the expert.” “My expertise is planning what my clients want, Biola, not telling them the kind of wedding they should have.” “Are you seeing someone?” Biola asked, staring at her fingers which were devoid of a wedding ring. “Yes…yes,” Modupe replied. “Great. I hope it leads to marriage. Hypothetically speaking, if you two were getting married, between a large, lavish wedding and a small, simple wedding, which would you prefer?” “I’d have to agree with my husband in that case.” “I am sure you have your own opinion, or don’t you?” “I am sure I will have one when the time comes, but in the end, he and I will have to agree on something.” “You are being diplomatic.” “I am being honest and professional.” “Anyway, you look to me like a mature girl. I have the feeling you’d gravitate to a simple wedding if you were getting married. Even Agbani Darego would probably not ask some of the things Bimbo is asking for.” Modupe smiled without offering a response.

The door to Modupe’s office flung open and Bimbo stormed in. She was larger than life, walking like royalty. “So, what do you have for me, Modupe?” She asked boisterously. Behind her were Fumilayo and Jane, her best friends. “Hello honey, you are already here,” said Bimbo on seeing Biola. “You look fabulous sweetheart,” Biola said exuberantly. “Thanks darling, you too.” “You are welcome.” Bimbo took a seat beside Biola while Fumilayo and Jane sat on the couch to the left of the office. “Here is what I have for you,” Modupe announced, handing Bimbo as stack of pictures. “Yea! Let’s sift through the list,” Fumilayo and Jane replied, walking closer to Bimbo. The first wedding gown was fairly unconventional – a white knee-length skirt, a white top and a white suit. There was a pair of white shoes to go with it. “I don’t like it!” Said Fumilayo. “Me neither,” replied Bimbo.

“This one is certainly not for me,” said Jane. They pored over the stack of pictures, unable to make up their minds. Biola sat back watching the choice-making with keen interest. “What do you think of this, honey?” Bimbo asked Biola. “It looks fabulous, but I see the price is two hundred and fifty thousand naira. Do we really need to spend that much on a wedding gown you are going to wear once?” Biola’s friends, Segun and Donald walked in. “So, have we settled for a suit and a gown?” They asked as they walked in. “What do you mean?” asked Bimbo raising her voice. “It is our wedding…our wedding; our special day. I want the best for our wedding. I can imagine myself looking gorgeous in this outfit for you, darling,” she explained pointing at the two hundred and fifty naira wedding gown in the catalogue that Modupe had provided.

“It is quite pricy, Bimbo,” Segun chipped in. “No, it is not,” Jane retorted. “This is normal price…she needs to look the best for you on your wedding day. She will look at the pictures for the rest of your lives with a smile on her face,” Fumilayo explained. “Yes…the pictures, the memories, the entire experience will linger in our hearts for life. Imagine me in this wedding gown with at least twenty five bridesmaids, or shall I say thirty marching elegantly behind me. Every single one of them will be in that outfit,” she explained, pointing exuberantly.

“Twenty five? Thirty? Is that necessary?” asked Donald with a bemused look on his face. “I am sorry, Bimbo, we need to discuss this a bit more in detail. Guys, we have to call off this meeting. We will call you guys back for your opinion once Bimbo and I have reached some sort of compromise. “I am leaving. I can’t take this. I always imagined that my wedding would be…would be splendid…one of a kind!!!

I am not settling for anything less. I want you to know that!” She stormed out with Jane and Fumilayo. “Boy, you have big wahala (problem) on your hands,” said Segun. “Big wahala no be small (a real big problem). I no sabi sey Bimbo na Agbani Darego (I had no idea that Bimbo was Agbani Darego),” Donald added. Outside, Bimbo entered her Honda Civic, turned on the engine and slammed her feet on the accelerator. Then, she stopped abruptly, took out her phone from her purse and dialed Biola’s father. “Daddy! You can’t believe how Biola treated me today,” she said crying.

“What is it my daughter?” he asked. “In front of my friends and his friends, he embarrassed me over a common wedding gown. He does not want to pay common two hundred and fifty thousand naira for a wedding gown I have picked out. It…it is supposed to be a perfect wedding, daddy, or isn’t it?” “It will be perfect my child. Not to worry, I will have a word with him.”

“Thank you daddy. And…and…I want to have all my friends from back in university and those from work to be on my bridal train. I really want a beautiful wedding, daddy.” “You will have one, my child. Stop crying. Please don’t let this perturb you. I will ring him right away.” “I am afraid, I have to run now,” Segun said. “You need to put your foot down else, that fiancée of yours is going to run you into the red,” he added as he walked towards the door jugging his car key in his hand. “I am afraid, this wedding is going to bleed you white, my friend,” Donald added as he too headed for the door. “She is beautiful, but she no be Agbani Darego, or Genevieve Nnaji or Omotola Jalade Ekeinde. Biola sat on the couch behind him looking deflated.

“I don’t like this. This is not me…lavish wedding and an aggressive desire to please and impress people! That is not who I am,” he said staring at Modupe. “I am sorry things went the way they did,” she said quietly. Biola’s phone rang, and he picked it up. “Biola what is going on? What is wrong with you?” his father asked. His voice had anger engraved all over it. “I guess Bimbo already spoke with you, as usual.”

“Yes, of course. Biola, I have worked hard in life to get to where I am today. You are doing extremely well; besides, I am willing to write you a cheque for five million naira for your wedding. Since your mother passed away when you were a little boy, I have waited for you to grow up…to become a man…to get married.

I have done my best to give you a good life. Money is certainly not a problem for us, and you know that, so what is your problem? Bimbo is my best friend’s daughter. I am thrilled you two are getting married; so, please get your head in the game, my son!” “Do I have a say in this dad? It is my wedding and I am not going to be told how things are going to go down. I am not going to have anyone tell me what to do!!! It is not about money, but about values, and I am keen to stand by my values. In fact, I don’t even think Bimbo and I have the same values in life. I am not even sure I want to go ahead with this!!!”

“What? Don’t you say that Biola. You have known Bimbo most of your life and we have given our word to her family. You cannot let me down.” “You gave your word, dad, not me. Please, I need some room to breathe. I can’t take this any longer. I have the right to make decisions over my wedding. Please dad, let go of this now. I am not in the best frame of mind. We can talk later.” “Okay son, take some time to think it through, but please, you are not going to put me to shame over this matter,” his father explained, lowering his voice. The thought of Biola not marrying Bimbo had him scared. “Do you want to have lunch with me?” Biola asked Modupe after he had hung up. “No thanks!” “Come on, just at the restaurant opposite your building. I need to talk to someone.” Modupe stared at him. Their eyes met again. She averted his eyes, peering into the ground. “Okay, just for a short while.” She gave in to his request.

“Yes…yes, just for a short while.” They crossed the street into the restaurant opposite Modupe’s office. “I really love the idea of a simple lifestyle…something meaningful; you know, modest and not showy. Yes, I am from a rich background, but I am not ostentatious. I am not even sure I am in love with Bimbo. She believes and wants the things that I hate, I guess. She probably thinks she is Genevieve Nnaji, Omotola Jalade or Agbani Darego.” “Are you sure then, that you want to marry someone you don’t think you are in love with?” Modupe asked. “I don’t know? My father is on my neck on this, and a part of me does not want to hurt him. Yet, I…I don’t think I love Bimbo! Not anymore.” A cool, gentle breeze squeezed in, laboriously sweeping the curtain aside. Quiet ensued as their eyes met again.


TBC
16 Nov 2017 | 02:47
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Here
16 Nov 2017 | 02:59
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If u are not in love with her just stop all this before it get too late
16 Nov 2017 | 03:00
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Nice start
16 Nov 2017 | 03:04
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Me am nt in support of extravagant wedding. Biola u re the man stand by ur words jare. Next pls
16 Nov 2017 | 03:15
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I just don't see a future between Bimbo and Biola
16 Nov 2017 | 03:55
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Nice...
16 Nov 2017 | 04:12
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Wahala gan nio
16 Nov 2017 | 04:35
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hmmm observing thanks for the i.v @itzprince
16 Nov 2017 | 05:10
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fink well
16 Nov 2017 | 05:20
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Next
16 Nov 2017 | 06:43
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OK
16 Nov 2017 | 07:18
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Hmmmmmm..... Next
16 Nov 2017 | 07:31
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Wow, nice story
16 Nov 2017 | 07:54
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girls wit der wahala she suppose to understand her husband to me if she want to be a gud wife..with dis attitude of her,she won't even hv respect for him
16 Nov 2017 | 08:02
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continue
16 Nov 2017 | 08:03
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Ride on
16 Nov 2017 | 10:08
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I suspect u are in love with Modupe and not Bimbo.
16 Nov 2017 | 10:49
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Wahala dey, @fb-mhizlilygold come nd hear sumtin o, fire on dear.
16 Nov 2017 | 11:02
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Right here
16 Nov 2017 | 14:28
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Interestn
16 Nov 2017 | 14:51
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First impression lingers longer Am thrilled continue following
16 Nov 2017 | 15:09
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You Can Still Call The Wedding Off
17 Nov 2017 | 02:06
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LAGOS WEDDING WAHALA – Episode 2 “This is a cheque for five million naira, Biola. I know you have the money, but in case you are not willing to spend it, go ahead and get whatever you need for your wedding. I am willing to do anything I can to support you and Bimbo with your wedding. Please, do not think of calling off the wedding. I know you love Bimbo. Perhaps the stress of the wedding is getting at you. You can go ahead and live a simple, quiet life after the wedding, if that is what you want. A big wedding just for one day does not change who you are. Life is all about give and take, my son. Do this for me…for your mother who was best friends with Bimbo’s mother. Don’t let us down, my son.” Seyi, Biola’s father left the cheque on the side stool beside one of the couches in Biola’s living room. “I am leaving. Biola, I am counting on you,” he stressed. Slowly, he began to shuffle towards the exit, hoping Biola would not turn down his offer. “Dad, please take the cheque with you. I don’t need money for my wedding. You know well enough that I have as much money as I need for five weddings, if I wanted to have five wedding parties. It is not about money. You are asking me to give up the very core of who I am, dad, and I won’t do that! I just won’t!” “What the hell is wrong with you? How can you retract your word after you had proposed to Bimbo? Real men don’t give their word and take it back! You are marrying Bimbo. I will make certain of that!!!” Seyi stormed out. Outside, he entered his waiting AMG G65 Mercedes SUV and barked orders at his driver. “Drive me home, Kunle! Children of nowadays! They have no respect for their elders. He has no idea what it took to get here. He is marrying Bimbo, whether he likes it or not!!!” Seyi continued to yell at no one in particular. His driver, Kunle steered the massive AMG G65 Mercedes engine out of the compound. Biola felt bad as he watched his father’s Mercedes roll out of his compound. He had never disobeyed his father but, he was becoming increasingly concerned about Bimbo. Her penchant for material things and her increasing arrogance had spooked him enough to rethink their planned marriage. He was no longer sure that she was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He picked up his phone and dialed Bimbo’s number. His hands shook as he dialed her number. “Hello!” Bimbo’s voice echoed on the other side of the line. “I need to talk to you, Bimbo. Please, could you come over to my place? If that is not possible, I will come over to yours. We really need to talk.” “I will be at your place in less than an hour,” Bimbo replied, eager to get things parched up and her wedding plans back in full swing. “Thanks. See you shortly,” said Biola. … “Mary, I have a problem,” said Modupe. She and Mary had known each other for years, from their time at University of Illorin. They both studied business administration, after which Modupe returned to University of Illorin to bag a master’s degree in hotel management and tourism. “What is bugging you, Mod?” Mary asked. They were hanging out in Modupe’s apartment in Ikeja as they did most Friday nights. Modupe who had been pacing the floor sank into a couch opposite Mary. She took a deep breath, crossed her legs and she gathered her thoughts. “Lara introduced me to this guy, Biola who was looking for a wedding planner some weeks ago. I…I…I don’t know what is going on. I think he likes me,” she stuttered. A languid silence hunkered in. Mary was a very methodical thinker…super analytical in nature. She pondered Modupe’s last sentence. Then, she took a deep breath and asked, “Is it that he likes you or you like him, Mod?” she asked, staring keenly at Modupe. “I knew you’d ask me that question, Mary! I am trying my best to pretend that I feel nothing for him. Quite frankly, I’d never fall fully for a client, but…but the way he looks at me…I get goose bumps when our eyes meet! He does not agree on anything with his fiancée. They are not made…I should not say this, as it might sound as though I want him for myself, but they are not in love with each other.” “You like him?” “I would say yes if he was not already taken. And, he is thinking of calling off their wedding.” “Because of you?” Mary asked with a look of shock on her face. “No, we are not seeing each other.” Modupe went on to narrate Biola and Bimbo’s situation to Mary. “I see. This is a tough one, Mod. I would say…drop them as clients. You have feelings for him. It would be best not to work for them if they decide to go ahead with the wedding. You can’t put yourself in such an awkward and unhealthy position.” “I am really blessed to have you for a friend, Mary. I needed to hear that. I was already thinking of terminating my contract with them” “You should do that Mod I believe it is the right thing to do in this situation Now let’s get something to eat ” terminating my contract with them. You should do that, Mod. I believe it is the right thing to do in this situation. Now, let s get something to eat. … “Bimbo, I have to be very honest with you…” Biola began. “Have you decided to do the right thing, Biola?” Bimbo asked sarcastically. A look of disdain hung boldly on her face. “Yes, I have, Bimbo. I am calling off our engagement. I don’t think we should go ahead with the wedding.” It was as though a sledge hammer was dropped on Bimbo’s head with ferocious force. An angry scowl appeared on her face with royal audacity. Her eyes opened wide, peering intently at him. She could not believe what she had just heard. She could hear the thumping of her heart, which bounced energetically off her rib cage. Her palms were sweating furiously. Clenched. She thought of throwing a feisty punch at him. “What?” she managed to say. “After we have told everyone? You proposed to me and not the other way round. Why would you do this…why would you even think of this, Biola?” “Can’t you see it Bimbo? We are not made for each other. We are very different. It is not about the wedding or about money. Of course, I can afford the wedding several times over, but the whole idea of us getting married does not sit well with me…not anymore. It is very difficult for me to say this, but I have to…I have to be honest with you.” “Stop it!!!” Bimbo yelled at the top of her voice. “You sound like you are enjoying this. Are you trying to punish me for asking for an expensive wedding gown? Don’t you realize how far you and I have come? We grew up next door to each other. We have loved each other for as long as I can remember. Just tell me you are kidding, Biola”. Biola shook his head despondently, staring feebly at her. Pity and sadness traversed his face, as intense pain gored ruthlessly at Bimbo. She rose to her feet, picked up her purse and stormed out. She was so angry that her anger could almost be seen walking out alongside her. She stomped on the rug with a flaming rage as she headed for the exit. When she reached her Honda Civic, a streak of tears streamed down her face. Biola watched painfully through the window. Sadness pierced his heart as he looked on. Bimbo’s hands shook violently as though she abruptly came down with a severe case of Parkinson’s disease. A ball of tears descended from her face, crashing onto the door of her Honda Civic. The ball of tears splashed off the silver door as another heavy ball came crashing down. Her legs were almost frozen. She managed to drop onto the driver’s seat, pulled her heavy legs in, shut the door and began to fiddle in her purse for her key. Her vision was blurred by a wave of tears that poured down with annoying resilience. She rubbed her right hand across her face in an effort to wipe tears off her eyes. Each wipe was followed by a fresh cavalcade of dense tears. She lifted her blouse and attempted to use it to blot her face. Then, she started the Honda Civic and drove off, through a maze of tears. … “Seyi, I can’t believe what I have just heard,” said Dayo, Bimbo’s father over the phone. “What is it?” Seyi asked anxiously. “Can you believe this? Your son Biola has called of his engagement to Bimbo!! What is going on?” “I can’t believe this. No, it is not true.” “It is! Bimbo is here…she is in her room, completely devastated. How could he do that? I am livid with him. He has struck my girl in the chest with a two-edged sword. I can’t have this…not after we have told everyone about the wedding.” “I am going to have a word with him, Dayo. You need not worry about this. I can assure you that I will get him to rescind that flimsy decision of his,” Seyi promised. “You better do that, Seyi. You had better do that, else, I’d have to talk to him myself, and I am sure you know what would happen if I talked to him. You certainly don’t want me talking about certain things with him, or do you? You gave your word years ago; it is time for you to make good on your promise. I can’t have you and your son ruining my daughter’s life after she has loved Biola with her whole heart. I will spill the beans…I swear, Seyi, I will spill the beans, if you don’t do something soon! I am sure you know what the consequences would be if I talk!!!” TBC
17 Nov 2017 | 13:29
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17 Nov 2017 | 16:18
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17 Nov 2017 | 16:19
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This story is going to be tough
18 Nov 2017 | 05:58
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Na by force to marry her
18 Nov 2017 | 11:09
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Seemx Interestx
18 Nov 2017 | 13:08
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Nice one
18 Nov 2017 | 14:23
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Ride on..
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LAGOS WEDDING WAHALA – Episode 3 “What is going on here?” Biola asked with a frown on his face. He was holding the door to his office while peeking into the lobby. “I am sorry sir, I tried to hold him back but he would not listen to me,” Cindy, Biola’s secretary explained. “Are you Biola Awe?” The short, chubby man asked. He was as dark as charcoal with facial marks that ran in deep channels. “Yes, I am but I am busy now. Make an appointment with Cindy, my secretary to see me. You can’t just barge into the building and demand to see me on short notice. We do things in an orderly manner here,” Biola instructed the man. As he turned to return to a client in his office, the man threw an envelope at him. “That is your eviction notice. I no get time for you and your long grammar (I don’t have time for you and your long grammar). If you are not out of this place by next week, I go (will) throw both you and your belongings out the window!” The man said rudely. Biola turned and stared at him. He let go of the door and walked towards the man. “You have guts…you really have guts. If you don’t want to sleep in jail tonight, then get out of this place right now!” “I don tell you wetin I need to tell you (I have told you what I needed to tell you),” the man maintained as he waddled away from Biola’s accounting rm. Biola’s rm, Billdow and Co Accountants was perched on the top floor of a ten storey building on Hameed Kasumu Street in Ikoyi, belonging to his father. As the man walked out of the office and headed for the elevator, Biola picked up the envelope casually. “Don’t let that riffraff into this place again,” he instructed Cindy, who nodded submissively. Suddenly, he turned halfway to his office. His frown grew more intense as he stared squarely at the piece of paper in his hand. “This is actually my father’s signature, unless someone forged it. Is he actually trying to throw me out of the building?” Cindy said nothing in reply, pretending to be engrossed in her work in front of the computer screen. Biola quickly returned to his office and dialed his father. “I was expecting your call,” Seyi said. “ Dad, what is going on? Are you actually threatening to throw me, your son out of your building?” “Yes!” Seyi replied emphatically. “What is going on?” “Since you have grown wings, I have decided to clip them, Biola. Despite my incessant pleas to you, you still went ahead to call of your engagement to Bimbo. You are right, you have the right to do what you want, and so do I. You have until next week to move out of the building. I have provided for you, helped you to the very top of your field, but now, I am pulling the plug. Go out there and do it all by yourself. Let’s find out what stuff you are made of.” “I can’t believe this…I really can’t believe we are having this discussion, dad. Bimbo was to get married to me and not you. What is in it for you? You should be happy for me. Do you want me to marry just for the sake of it? What if we divorce shortly afterwards? Does that not imply more pain and shame to you, potentially?” “This is about honor, my son. This is about character. When you say you’d do something, you should stand by your word. You and Bimbo have dated for ages. Her family and ours are best of friends. Her father, Dayo gladly offered her to you in marriage long ago because we all had an agreement. You said you loved her. “You young generation; you have no resilience…when things get tough, you run and hide. You gave your word, Biola and you have to honor it. Let me tell you; all those big clients of yours, NNPC, Chevron, Shell, Cadbury, WAMCO, NASCO, Nigerian Breweries, Guinness etc. I will make sure they all walk away from you…just like that. You cannot bite the finger that fed you, my son. You think you are too smart? The smartest accountant in town? No, you get those clients because someone makes that happen – Me!!! I will make them take their business elsewhere. Besides, when you no longer have a luxurious office in Ikoyi, you’d be less likely to attract high-end clients!!!” “I have no idea what you are saying, dad. If you are bent on throwing me out, then so be it. I am not going to be bullied into marrying a girl I no longer love… perhaps never loved. You had an agreement with Bimbo’s father…I was not a party to such an agreement, so please leave me out of it. I have no idea what they are offering you to force me to marry their daughter. Whatever that might be, I want none of it!” “You agreed to marry the poor girl. Don’t you feel anything for her? You have broken her heart. Does that not bother you?” “She is a spoilt brat. I am through with her, period!” … “Do you think Seyi will be able to convince Biola to marry Bimbo,” Akin asked his father, Dayo. They were seating on the terrace of one of Dayo’s restaurants in Lekki Dayo raised his glass to his mouth and sipped on his beer with delight He closed his eyes for a moment as he savored the taste of Gulder lager in Lekki. Dayo raised his glass to his mouth and sipped on his beer with delight. He closed his eyes for a moment as he savored the taste of Gulder lager beer. Then, he opened his eyes and took another sip of Gulder, staring into the Atlantic Ocean. This was his favorite place. The cool Ocean breeze gently caressed his skin as he watched seagulls dropping majestically out of the sky and onto the beach in a desperate hunt for victual. “He does not have a choice. The stakes are far too high. He will do anything possible to convince Biola to marry Bimbo,” he answered with a sinister smile on his face. “What makes you very sure, dad?” “I will tell you when it is time.” “You have been saying this for years, dad. It is about time you told me. I am a man now. At twenty-eight, I have two sons of my own. I have grown the family business after my study in the US to an enviable height. I have done all that you asked of me. I think it is time you told me what you have up your sleeve.” Dayo scrutinized his only son for a moment. Then, he took another sip of Gulder. Some of the foam from his glass of Gulder latched onto his mustache. As the sea-powered wind blew gently by, the foam deflated, revealing his black and grey mustache once again. His eyes appeared to be peering deep into his son’s mind. “You have to tell me dad. I deserve to know. Bimbo is hurting and I can’t help her. If you insist that Biola is the guy for her, then you must tell me.” “If you think you have come of age, then listen to me. Bring your seat closer. Open your eyes and your mind. Your mouth must never say a word of what you are about to hear.” “You know me more than that, dad.” “If you reveal this to anyone, I will not spare you…you heard me right, I would not spare you, Akin.” “You have my promise dad.” Dayo leaned back, took another sip of Gulder, cleared his throat and began to speak in a low tone. “Years ago after your mother passed away, I remarried. I married your step mother, Funke.” Dayo stopped. He stared into the open sea again, while sipping his glass of Gulder, which Akin refilled for him. “She was such a beautiful girl. I fell very hard for her and she for me…or so I believed. We married and had your sister, Ibukun. After her birth, the economy took a nosedive, so things were not as smooth as we would have liked, but we were not poor by any means. Funke wanted a Jaguar, which would have cost me a fortune, given the economy at the time. I told her to hang on for a while. I had some deals that I was hoping to close on the stock market. “A friend had told me about some companies whose shares were about to nosedive – you know; it was an inside job – an insider on the stock exchange had provided the information at a price. The shares would fall for a while and then, pick up in a year or two. I was ready to invest millions…a lot of millions in those shares to eventually make billions when I sold them off. Sadly, someone beat me to the deal – all of it!!!” He paused again to get a drink of Gulder. “Who was that?” Akin asked. “It was my best friend, Seyi. He had been sleeping with Funke…my own best friend. Funke stole my le on the stock market deal and sold the idea to Seyi who was screwing my own wife behind my back. With the money she got from the deal, she bought herself a Jaguar. When I asked her, she told me all sorts of lies as to where the money came from. Seyi Awe’s wealth is worth probably twenty-eight, thirty-five times more than mine today. It is all down to that single stock market inside trading deal. He netted at least, five billion naira from that deal…and he was sleeping with my wife.” “Are you serious? I never knew that anything of that sort went down between you and Seyi.” “Yes, we kept it quiet. No one knew about it except him, myself and Funke. One day, my gateman informed me that Seyi was sleeping with Funke. I set cameras everywhere…hidden cameras and travelled to the UK. By the time I returned I had enough recordings to make a porn movie. With the tapes, I confronted Seyi. He could not deny it. The tapes were damning. He begged me to forgive him. For two years, he begged and finally, I forgave him.” “You did?” “What makes you think I’d do such a thing? I told him that I had forgiven him, but that was a hocus pocus, my son. I offered to have his son Biola marry my then little daughter, Bimbo, whom I am very sure is not actually my daughter though. It was my olive branch to Seyi to restore our friendship – his son would marry my daughter to keep the bond between both families alive. Now, Biola wants to deny me my sweet revenge.” “How do you mean?” “Biola must marry Bimbo. She is the sacrifice from her cheating, lying mother. After she and Biola are married…” Dayo paused and looked around. Lowering his voice further, he continued, “I will poison Seyi, leaving his wealth to his only son, Biola. Then, I will have Biola wiped from the face of this earth. Then, their wealth will return to our family through Bimbo. After Biola’s death, everything goes to Bimbo. Bimbo knows nothing, so we will take over Seyi’s empire and before Bimbo knows it, while offering to help her run the empire. Who else would she go to, but her father and brother – business moguls in every right? Soon, all the documents will be changed to my name…and yours. We will take over Seyi’s entire empire” “You have been waiting for this all these years?” Dayo nodded merrily sipping on his glass of Gulder. “Revenge is a dish that tastes best only when it is served cold, according to Don Vito Corleone in Mario Puzo’s classic, The Godfather,” Dayo said philosophically. “Ever since that whore, Funke died, I have been waiting for this moment. I made sure she did not live much longer after I found out what she had been up to. She confessed to me on her sick bed that Bimbo is not my daughter. She had multiple sidekicks, one of whom is Bimbo’s father. I ran some tests when Bimbo was younger; she is not my daughter – a perfect sacrifice to reclaim our wealth from that cheating rattlesnake, Seyi.” Akin had known all along that his father was deadly. Now, it sank in. “Are you in on this?” Dayo asked him, distracting his train of thought. “Yes…yes…yes, I am in dad,” he answered smarmily. “Good. I warned Seyi along the line that if he does not get his son to marry Bimbo, then that would mean that the bond is broken…then I can go public with those tapes. He would stop at nothing to keep those tapes secret forever.” STORY CONTINUES…
18 Nov 2017 | 15:57
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18 Nov 2017 | 16:12
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Now I understand why Seyi is doing all these to make his son marry Bimbo
19 Nov 2017 | 01:12
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it's by force
19 Nov 2017 | 02:13
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hmm following
19 Nov 2017 | 02:27
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Observing
19 Nov 2017 | 04:13
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Watz it
19 Nov 2017 | 05:54
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Hmmm
19 Nov 2017 | 06:23
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What is this all about
19 Nov 2017 | 07:24
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It's getting serious
19 Nov 2017 | 09:43
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Wahala wa o
19 Nov 2017 | 10:00
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shey na by force ni
19 Nov 2017 | 10:36
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Folowx
19 Nov 2017 | 11:57
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LAGOS WEDDING WAHALA – Episode 4 Biola parked on the street, looked behind to make sure no vehicle was coming, alighted from his vehicle and crossed the road. He quickly climbed the stairs to Modupe’s office. A man watched him from a grey Toyota Corolla across the street. He had followed him since he left his office in Ikoyi all the way to Ikeja. He quickly took a shot of Biola on his phone as he entered the building. “Hi Modupe, how are you today?” Biola said, managing a smile as he walked in. “I am ne, Biola, thanks. How about you?” “Great.” “So, have you and Bimbo agreed on anything?” Biola shook his head sullenly as he sat down. “I am sorry to hear that.” “You don’t have to. I have called off the engagement. I…I…I mean; it is the right thing to do. We are not good for each other.” “I am really sorry to hear that,” Modupe said avoiding his eyes. “ I am pleased, really. I have this feeling inside that tells me that I did the right thing. With time, everything will take shape.” “I will keep you in my prayers, Biola…both of you.” “Thanks, Modupe. I am sure you would have been an excellent wedding planner. Anyway, I came to tell you that the wedding is off. If there is any cost we have already incurred for your time, please send me a bill as soon as possible. And, would you have time to…you know, have dinner or something anytime soon?” “Actually, I am pretty busy. I am afraid; I can’t make it, Biola.” “You can’t or you don’t want to?” “I can’t, really.” “I don’t believe that, Modupe. Please have dinner with me sometime this week…next week?” “You have just called off a wedding engagement Biola. I think you need some time to yourself. I would not want to…No, I can’t go on a date with you.” “I did not say it was a date!” “Then, what is it?” “Just friends hanging out.” Modupe managed a stare at him, fixing her eyes on his face as she shook her head. Her heart was pounding like frenetic rain drops jangling ebulliently on the roof. “I won’t go on a date with you, Biola. It does not matter what you call it. It would be easily misconstrued…people would say I stole you from Bimbo. I don’t want to be that girl…that wedding planner who wrecked someone else’s wedding, just to have the groom to herself.” “You wrecked nothing. Let’s place the cards on the table; yes I like you, Modupe. It is true, I find you to be very mature, smart, insightful, calm and kind.” “You know nothing about me. You cannot ascribe all those attributes to me just after meeting me a few times. You don’t know what I am like away from work. We should not even be having this discussion. Please, stop asking me out Biola. I can’t do it!!!” “You are a very decent girl. You know that Bimbo and I have nothing in common. You know you are not the reason I left her. Please, think about that. I care about you…and I know you have some feelings for me, even though you are trying very hard to smother and deny them.” “Please go Biola. I don’t want to talk about this anymore. Please go now,” Modupe pleaded, fighting back tears that stalked the doors of her eyes, threatening to burst onto the scene. “Please Modupe…Please dont’ send me away! I know you are the one for me. I can’t stop thinking about you. Each time I set my eyes on you, I feel a utter in my chest. I know you are the one.” “Please go now, Biola. Please leave me alone!” She maintained as specks of tears began to dot the lines around her eyes. She felt an emptiness inside watching him leave, but she could not help it. No, I can’t have anything to do with him, she thought painfully, urging herself to let him go. With every step he took, Biola felt as though he was walking into hell on earth. He felt sharp pains stab at his heart and a sinking feeling in his stomach. At the door, he turned and took one last look at Modupe. For a moment, their eyes met as a cloud of tears began to form over her eyes. Their eyes begged for each other, but she maintained her discipline, despite the pain. Then, she lowered her head, rummaging through her purse for a handkerchief. Biola turned and walked into the lobby. As he headed for the stairs, he hoped and prayed that Modupe would call him back. She did not! The descent down the stairs was torturous. When he reached the ground floor, he too was fighting back tears. He quickly wiped his face with a handkerchief. The sun was peering down on mother earth with annoying vivacity. He labored over the short walk back to his car. The man in the Toyota Corolla rang Bimbo. “Is he out of the building now?” Bimbo asked. “Yes! He looks very sad…really sad. Something must have happened in there,” the man explained. “Continue to follow him. You are certain that the building he went into is 123 Allen Avenue, Ikeja?” “Yes.” “It is a six, no, seven-storey building…white in color, with a red roof?” “I can’t see the color of the roof from my position ma, but I think you are right. One, two, three, four, ve, six, seven. Yes, a white seven-storey building.” “Thank you very much. Now, follow him and report back to me.” “Okay ma.” … Modupe packed up her things, left the office and told her secretary that she was going home for the day. “I am not feeling very well. You can lock up and leave too, Monica. I will see you tomorrow.” “Thank you ma,” replied the younger girl. Modupe ran to her car, a Toyota Camry and zoomed off. She drove straight home and called Mary, who was over to her apartment in no time. “You sound as though you had just seen a ghost,” Mary remarked. “I wish I did,” replied Modupe. She went on to narrate what transpired between herself and Biola to her.” “I take it you showed him that you probably have feelings for him.” “How do you know these things?” Asked Modupe. “I can tell from the tone of your voice. I wish you did not, but when you like someone, perhaps love them, your chances of hiding it are extremely low. For now, stay away from work. Take some days off. You need a break. Do not…I repeat, do not take his call. At least, not now.” “I won’t.” “Good. I will be back tonight. We can strategize more by then. I did not realize that things would move this quickly.” … “Are you sure?” Fumilayo asked. “Yes, I am. I hired someone to follow him,” Bimbo explained. “Why would he just dump me like that if it wasn’t for another woman? There is no smoke without re. He is sleeping with our wedding planner!” Bimbo’s voice resonated through the well furnished apartment on Ogunlana Drive in Surulere. Fumilayo’s new catch, Edmond, an engineer who held an important position at the Nigerian Ports Authority had secured the apartment for her – all expenses paid; including the cost of furnishing. “Maybe he went to tell her that she’d no longer be organizing the wedding, as he had chosen to call it off?” Fumilayo asked. “Why wouldn’t he just call her to tell her? Why make the trip to her office and stay long in there? Haven’t you noticed the way he stares at her sometimes?” Fumilayo pondered Bimbo’s words for a moment. “Actually, I have to admit that I have noticed that…he seems to adore her; sort of,” she remarked. “Ehen!!! I thought I was the only one who spotted that. At first, I did not take it seriously, but when he chose to call off our engagement, it struck me that he had to be seeing someone else.” “What are you going to do now, Bimbo?” “I am going to confront that bitch, Modupe. No, I am going to smack her around. I can’t let her take my man from me, from right under my nose!” Bimbo said emphatically. Her rage was palpable. “I am very stressed right now, Lara,” Biola said to his dear friend. He had gone over to Lara’s apartment in Ikeja a few hours after leaving Modupe’s office. He had returned to the office, but he could not concentrate on work with everything going on in his life. He and Lara had been good friends since their days at University of Lagos in Akoka. It was Lara that introduced Modupe to him. “Without your saying it, I can tell you are stressed. What is the problem,” Lara asked. “My father is throwing me out of his building. In fact, I have already paid for a new office in Ikoyi. A few hours ago, I lost two of my biggest clients, NNPC and Chevron. I have handled their audits for years, but out of the blues, they called to pull the contract from me. That is a big blow to my firm, and knowing that my own father is behind all these hurts!” “Is he doing this to force you into marrying Bimbo?” Yes, just like I told you over the phone.” “You are sure that you don’t love Bimbo anymore?” “You have known Bimbo and I for quite some time, Lara. I am sure you agree with me that she and I are not in any way made for each other.” Lara said nothing, peering at him calmly. “Well, if you are no longer in love with Bimbo, you just have to stand your ground,” she said, moving across the room to sit beside him. She wore a rather skimpy dress that revealed her cleavage. She sat a few inches from him on the same couch, leaving the full glare of her figure in his face. “Eventually, your father will cave in. I am sure he will come to reason with you at some point. You can’t marry someone you don’t love,” she said encouragingly, studying his face. “You are right, Lara and that is exactly what I intend to do. The other side to the story is that I think I am in love with Modupe.” “My friend, the wedding planner?” “Yes.” “Interesting; does she know about it?” “I told her today, but she would have none of it. She wants nothing to do with me. She is far too decent to latch onto the opportunity…at least, that is how I think she sees the whole thing, but I can’t stop thinking about her.” “I have known Modupe for quite some time now; she is not likely to date you, given the circumstance.” “I need you to talk to her, Lara. Please, I have never fallen for anyone like this before. I thought I knew what love was all about all these years, but now, I know. I can’t do without Modupe,” Biola explained. “I am not sure she will listen to me, Biola, but I will try,” Lara promised. TBC
19 Nov 2017 | 14:12
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19 Nov 2017 | 14:25
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am observing
19 Nov 2017 | 14:48
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Hmm continue
19 Nov 2017 | 16:46
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Just observing
19 Nov 2017 | 17:15
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Laura also wants Biola.
19 Nov 2017 | 18:48
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I get it now
19 Nov 2017 | 19:29
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No be small matter
19 Nov 2017 | 20:16
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Nawao nxt
20 Nov 2017 | 02:24
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just following..
20 Nov 2017 | 08:12
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this real Lagos wedding Wahala
20 Nov 2017 | 09:47
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hmm this is interesting
20 Nov 2017 | 11:55
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I think Lara want Biola
20 Nov 2017 | 12:16
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This one pass me o
20 Nov 2017 | 14:27
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LAGOS WEDDING WAHALA – Episode 5 Modupe was clothed in a black tracksuit with blue stripes and a pair of Nike sneakers. Her ears firmly plugged with a beat earphone connected to her Samsung Galaxy S6, which dangled in her pocket as she descended the stairs. She had called Monica to inform her that she was taking the entire week off. “Please have Linda and Ifeanyi work on the wedding that is coming up at Eko hotels and suites, this Saturday. Everything is already planned, so they just need to implement the template we have in place,” she explained to Monica. “I will talk to them right away. Is everything okay?” Monica asked. “Yes…yes, everything is ne. I just need a break. See you in about a week’s time. If anyone calls me for business, please pass the call to either Linda or Ifeanyi.” “I will be sure to do that!” She gazed at her watch for a moment and then hit the street for her late morning jug. The sun was out, so temperatures were already creeping up, but she was desperate to clear her head with a quick jug. She listened to Yemi Alade’s ‘Johnny’ as she circled the corner between her street and the perpendicular street, Toyin Street. She increased her pace once on Toyin Street as she dashed towards Water Park. The tree-lined street brought nature closer to her in the middle of Lagos and its overflowing human population. ‘Johnny leave me follow Cynthia. And I don’t know what to do. And he talk say I no do am like the way Cynthia dey do. Johny give Uche belle…’ Modupe sang along to Yemi Alade’s song as she jogged vigorously. A tall, clean-shaven man appeared suddenly behind her. He too was in a tracksuit – red and white in color. He raced along the street behind her like a springbok. He had a knapsack on his back as he ran. By the time Modupe noticed him, he was within a few meters of her. Another runner late in the morning on a fairly warm day, she thought to herself. The man closed the gap between them. Modupe ran at the same pace, taking a right turn on a deserted part of the Water Park. The man turned in the same direction, increasing his speed. Modupe heard the sound of his footsteps as his Nike sneakers slapped powerfully against the pavement on the sidewalk. She moved to the right to make way for him to run past. Out of nowhere, she heard a loud noise as she took a blow to the back of her head. She slumped to ground and the man proceeded to hit her in the head again with a massive club. Blood oozed out of her head. He raised his hand for a third hit, as he sought to finish off the job, but a male voice shouted from a distance. “I will shoot you if you hit her again!” Modupe’s assailant looked in the direction of the voice and saw a man dashing towards him with an object in hand. He dashed off, running as fast as he could. Within seconds, he swerved to the left and then to the right, changing directions multiple times in an attempt to lose the man. The Good Samaritan who had been holding his son’s toy gun stopped by Modupe’s limp body and began to yell for help. Another passerby from the parallel street heard him and ran over. Soon, they lowered Modupe’s body into a waiting car and rushed her to the nearest hospital. The first passerby called the police, who arrived shortly afterwards while Modupe received treatment. They took Modupe’s phone and flipped through her phonebook. They found her parents’ phone number and rang them up. Her father and mother, Olayinka and Ajoke arrived at the hospital as soon as they received the chilling phone call. Her mother, Ajoke was hysterical. “Who won kill my lovely child oh? (Who wants to kill my lovely child?),” she cried asking to be allowed to see her daughter right away. “She is in the theater right now, madam. We don’t know if and when you will be able to see her,” a nurse explained. “Wetin you mean by if and when? (What do you mean by if and when?) Is she still alive?” Her husband who was just as anxious managed to keep a tight rein over his frayed nerves. “Stay calm Ajoke. I am sure the doctors are doing their best,” he said, rather unconvincingly. … “I am doing everything I can to convince him,” Biola’s father, Seyi appealed fervently to Dayo. “My patience is growing thin, Seyi! How long do we have to wait before we find out if Biola is going to change his mind? I hate to be snubbed when I have put myself out there, and to treat my own daughter like this; that is not acceptable. I will not have it…I repeat; I will not have such unruly besmirch of my family name. I have invited my friends and relatives, and now, I have to go back to them and retrieve my word? I am not sure you are doing your best, my friend. I’d rather step in and squeeze loyalty and acquiescence out of your son if you don’t know how to do it” Dayo barked at Seyi “There is no need for you to get involved yet Dayo I can guarantee that he will play ball real soon I son if you don t know how to do it, Dayo barked at Seyi. There is no need for you to get involved yet, Dayo. I can guarantee that he will play ball…real soon. I am applying pressure from all corners!” “You have a week, my friend…one week before I take matters into my own hands.” The sound of the phrase, ‘one week’ sent chills down Seyi’s spine. He swallowed hard as a million pictures flitted through his mind. “I will get him to play ball in one week, Dayo. I promise. I have to leave now.” “I will be waiting!” Soon after leaving, Seyi returned to his Mercedes SUV and snarled orders at his driver, forcing him into driving from Lekki to Victoria Island like a maniac. He entered his mansion on Eleke Crescent. He had acquired the building some years earlier for a whopping one hundred and fifty million naira when the Portuguese embassy moved its embassy from Lagos to Abuja. After remodeling the building, he rented it out to mostly staffers of foreign embassies while keeping the penthouse at the top of the twenty-five storey building. He took the elevator to the penthouse, poured himself a glass of scotch and walked to the window. He savored the view from there as a million thoughts screamed desperately in his head for attention. How come a powerful man like me is being made to go through this? He pondered the situation. Look at the view from here; it is as though I have Lagos in my palms. I am far wealthier than Dayo, but because of my son’s senseless obstinacy…and I guess, my past mistake, Dayo is ordering me around like a child. I have to end this cycle. I can’t continue like this. He had a Eureka moment. Searching feverishly through his phone book, he found the phone number he was looking for. A rare smile; a sinister smile graced his face as he dialed the number. It worked before; it has got to work again! He assured himself as he listened to the beeping of Isabell’s phone. ‘Hello!” Isabell’s voice chimed over the line. “This is Seyi, Seyi Idowu. Do you remember me? Dayo’s friend – Dayo, your man. We met at Jevinik Restaurant on the Island sometime back – one Friday night you were dining with Dayo!” “Now I remember. We had such a fun evening at Jevinik Restaurant. It has been a while, how are you? You said you’d call, I never heard from you!” Isabell was her usual exuberant self. “I am ne. Indeed, it has been a while. You know how life goes; business and all that.” “You were travelling to Spain in a few days, I recall. How was your trip?” “It was awesome. Maybe someday I will take you with me.” “I wouldn’t mind. I have been begging Dayo to take me on one of his numerous trips abroad, but he keeps making excuses. You actually remembered me today, hope all is well?” “All is well. I wanted to check in on you. At the same time, there is something or a few things I would like to offer you. Would you mind coming to my place tomorrow?” “I don’t mind. Life is boring at Unilag, so if you are willing to host me, then I am all in.” “Good! I will host you to the max. Do not mention this to Dayo yet. I have a thrilling offer for you.” “You have me all excited. I will certainly be there tomorrow.” Step number one is accomplished, Seyi thought as he hung up. The sinister smile on his face was growing bolder. He rang his cleaner and cook to place a few orders. His plan to hit back at Dayo was slowly taking shape. “Lara, have you been able to talk to Modupe?” Biola asked as soon as he picked up his phone. He was elated to receive a call from Lara. He had been waiting to hear from her all day. “What did she say?” “Something terrible has happened, Biola.” Lara announced. “What?” Biola asked. He was suddenly nervous. “Modupe is lying limp in the hospital. You need to get here now. I rang her number, but it was picked up by a policeman who eventually put me through to a nurse. The nurse told me that Modupe was attacked in the morning while jogging. It is bad…really bad.” “Oh my God! Modupe!!! Please God keep her. Who would do a thing like this to Modupe? I am on my way to the hospital. Which hospital, Lara?” Lara gave him the address of the hospital. “Her parents have cried their eyes swollen shut. I can no longer console them. We need to figure out what happened.” “I will be there as soon as I can,” replied Biola who dashed out of his new office and raced downstairs. STORY CONTINUES…
20 Nov 2017 | 17:16
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LAGOS WEDDING WAHALA – Episode 6 “So you think this was not a theft attempt that went bad…you think it was a deliberate attack?” Biola asked the police detective in charge of the case. “I have no doubt in my head. The man who found Modupe said her attacker was hacking her in the head with a club, while making no attempt to steal her phone, ring, or beat earphone…nothing. What does that tell you? It was a well-planned attack,” the detective maintained. “Do you know of anyone who would want to harm Modupe?” Biola asked Lara. “No, she hardly hurts anyone.” Biola thought for a moment. He rose to his feet and walked to the window. Outside, Modupe’s mother was crying profusely. He could hear her cry from his position, and each tear she cried hurt him deeply. “I will be right back,” he said to Lara and the detective. He went outside, sat in his car and dialed Bimbo. “Why are you calling me, Biola?” She asked, her voice riddled with acrimony. “Did you do anything to Modupe, our would-be wedding planner?” “What do you mean? What have I got to do with her? Unless you are sleeping with her. Biola, I can’t believe this. You left me for our wedding planner? How long have you been sleeping with her…right under my nose!!! This is too hard for me to take. I am very mad at you!!! I wish I never met you, Biola! You think I did not notice how you looked at her sometimes?” “I asked you a simple question and you went off on a tangent. Modupe was attacked earlier today and she is in a critical condition. She may die…I hope and pray not, but if anything happens to her, I will come after you with everything I have!” “I knew it…I knew you were sleeping with her. If she is hurt, then she deserves it!!! Husband snatcher! People like her deserve to burn in hell!!!” Bimbo was yelling viciously. “I want nothing to do with you and your Modupe, Biola. Please leave me alone. I don’t care what happens to you or Modupe!” She did it! It has got to be her, Biola thought after the call. His heart was beating fast as he considered what to do next. He dialed Umar Bello, a top-ranking police officer in Lagos. He and Umar played tennis at the tennis club in Ikoyi. “Umar, I am counting on you. This girl deserves justice. I am convinced that my ex went after her after I had called off our wedding.” “But how did she find out you have feelings for the wedding planner?” Umar asked, as he sought to understand the case better. “I don’t know, but she did say she had seen me look at her amorously. Maybe I did, maybe not, but I have a gut feeling she dug up something. Maybe she followed me to Modupe’s office, or something. I was there yesterday. It would not be the first time Bimbo would follow me on the suspicion that I was seeing someone else.” “I see,” Umar said. He was in a deep thought. “Did you say her name is Abimbola Busayo Oluremi?” “Yes.” “If I remember correctly from what you told me before, she is the daughter of Chief Dayo Levi Oluremi, right?” “Yes, she is.” “I am afraid; this is not going to be easy. I can’t arrest her right away. Her father is highly connected…up to the presidential level.” “And so is my father!” Biola retorted. “You may want to talk to you father to get in touch with some of my superiors then.” “I can’t talk to my father now. We are not on speaking terms. Umar, this is about justice, and not about who I know, who I am or who Bimbo is. A poor innocent girl was hacked nearly to death earlier today. I believe the Nigerian police should do its job!!!” Biola was boiling with rage. “You are perfectly right, Biola, but this is Nigeria after all! I would love to do my job, but I have no doubt that her father will get her out in minutes, if at all he would let us lay a hand on her in the first place. Have your father get involved. That might be the only way to resolve this matter…at least; we can get to invite Bimbo over to question her.” Biola took a deep breath. He was shaking in anger. “I will call you back, Umar,” he said despondently. “Okay, I will be expecting your call. By the way, will you be at Ikoyi tennis club this weekend?” “I am not sure yet. I need to get to the root of this matter.” “I understand. If you do show up at the club, we can talk more. In the meantime, I will see what I can find out.” When Biola returned to the building, the doctors had further bad news. “She sustained terrible head injuries. She needs to be own abroad as soon as possible for treatment. If she is not operated soon, she may suffer permanent brain damage!” The doctor warned. “God, wetin I do? (God, what have I done?)” Modupe’s mother shouted as a fresh streak of tears crashed down her face. “Stop crying ma, I will do everything within my powers to get her treatment. I will call some friends to begin visa process for her immediately. I am sure we can y her out to London in about a week or so for treatment. Doctor, will that help?” “I think so, but if it could be sooner, that might be better.” “I will do my best. Can I see her now?” “No, it is not safe due to the risk of infection. We are watching her closely.” … “Your pad is exquisite!” Isabell declared. “Thank you. I am glad you like it,” replied Seyi. Isabell wore a amboyant blue, red and white dress that revealed her cleavage glaringly. The dress had a slit that ran all the way to her right thigh, just below her hip. She sat on a couch, stretching her elegant legs to Seyi’s admiration. They had just nished dinner. Seyi’s cook had prepared amala and ewedu soup, which they devoured happily. “Your cook is very good. That is the nest amala and ewedu I have had in a long time. So, what is it you want from me, Seyi?” Isabell asked matter-of-factly. “Well, would you like to be rich?” “Of course, who would not want to be rich?” Seyi knew that Isabel was one of Dayo’s many girlfriends, mostly from UNILAG and LASU. Some UNILAG and LASU female students like Isabell would do anything for money. Dayo was in the habit of frequenting clubs that he knew such UNILAG and LASU girls patronized in their search for rich older men, and his forays had been largely successful. He now had a hoard of UNILAG and LASU girls to pick from. “I mean, very rich! How about three million naira?” Isabell felt a utter in her heart. She had never seen one two hundred and fifty thousand naira in a block, so the thought of owning three million naira ignited a volcanic eruption in her mind. Her interest peaked. She sat up, glaring intently at Seyi. “I will blow your mind, if that is what you are referring to,” she said, revealing a bit more of her cleavage. “That will come later, but for now, I want you to do something else for me.” “What is it?” “This will remain between you and I. Before I let you in on the deal, come here,” he said with an air of authority. Isabell walked across the room to him. All she could see as she crossed the elegantly furnished living room was money – three million naira to be precise. By the time she reached Seyi’s position, her gown was on the floor. Seyi could hardly resist her young, luscious body. He grabbed her like a cat nabbing a mouse. Soon, the two of them were moaning passionately, composing and waxing new songs without demo. After they were through, Isabell asked, “I will do this every day with you to earn the three million naira.” “I keep my word girl. Like I said, this is just the first part. The second part is a bit trickier. I want you to lure Dayo to bed at location where we will have the room wired. I want to get him on tape.” Seyi studied Isabell’s eyes as their naked bodies rubbed against each other. There was some fear in her eyes. “What if…what if he nds out? I don’t want any trouble.” “There will be no trouble, Isabell. You are a big girl. This is nothing. See, this is how it is going to happen. You will lure him over as a surprise. We will have a room wired at some quiet hotel. You will make love to him in the wildest manner possible. Once he is gone, I will wire five million naira into your bank account.” “Did you say five million naira?” “Yes. I just increased the amount, Isabell. Besides, I will sort out your visa and have you own to London. No one will ever bother you. You will have money and you will live abroad. If you like, I could send you to the US. Once you are out of the picture, I will confront Dayo with the tape. Not to worry, it is a long story…I just need to have something on my friend.” Isabell pondered the risk, but the thought of living abroad with so much money to spend was overwhelming. “I will do it.” “Good girl!” “You promise to keep the tape secret and not to confront Dayo, for whatever is going on between you two until I am safely abroad?” “Yes, you have my word. To get things going, I will have your account credited with half a million naira by tomorrow morning, once I have your account details.” “No sir, make that two million.” “Okay, I will make it one million. Once the hotel is wired and you are ready to go, I will wire the next two million to you. Then, once the job is done, you get the last two million just before you leave the country.” “That sounds great to me.” Seyi lowered his head and began to kiss her. Soon, they were making love again. Isabell could hardly sleep all night. Finally, I get to be rich, she thought while Seyi snored endlessly beside her out of fatigue. Biola got out of the bath and walked to the living room. He turned on the TV while he devoured a plate of rice. He had stopped at Mr. Bigg’s to pick up a few things on his way home. There was a Mr. Bigg’s a few streets away from his house. He was bone-weary. He had kicked things into motion with respect to Modupe’s visa. A visa should be ready for her and her parents in three days to y to London for an emergency surgery. He was planning on joining them a few days later. He received two different text messages while he was running around to earlier in the day stating that his contracts with Shell and Cadbury had been cancelled. He knew his father was at it again. As he peered at the TV screen, he wondered what next for his accounting rm. His father was quickly killing off his clientele. At the same time, he wondered if everything would work out well for Modupe. STORY CONTINUES…
20 Nov 2017 | 17:17
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20 Nov 2017 | 17:19
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Ur dad needs to reason that Dayo have no good intention for that marriage
20 Nov 2017 | 17:26
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He has something sinister up his sleeves
20 Nov 2017 | 17:26
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Let the game start
20 Nov 2017 | 19:18
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Seyi wants to show Dayo that two can play that game. I just hope it works because Seyi will not only be saving his reputation but his life also. Bimbo the kinds of you deserve a room behind bars for enternity
20 Nov 2017 | 19:43
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Modupe don become d escape goat
21 Nov 2017 | 04:07
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Module is the only one I pity
21 Nov 2017 | 09:27
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Wat a world
21 Nov 2017 | 10:44
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I hope you plan will work out Seyi I pray Modupe survive it
21 Nov 2017 | 10:58
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this bad
21 Nov 2017 | 12:15
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Seriously this is very interesting both parties are on a edge of war, am waiting to see how it will end o
21 Nov 2017 | 13:57
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I pray nothing happens to Modupe.
21 Nov 2017 | 21:23
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LAGOS WEDDING WAHALA – Episode 7 Biola dragged himself out of bed and trudged almost ghostly to the bathroom. He had been fagged out the previous night, albeit with an energizing consolation – Modupe and her parents arrived safely in London and she was due for an operation today. Biola had a close friend pick them up from the airport and then take them to the hospital the day after. He managed a smile on his face as he labored out of fatigue to the bathroom. When he returned to the bedroom, he rang up his friend in London, Deji to check in on Modupe and her parents. “Everything is going to plan, Biola,” Deji explained. “She is with the doctors and nurses now, while her parents are with me. Do you want to talk to them?” Biola had a brief chat with Modupe’s parents. They thanked him effusively. “It is okay, I am hoping everything goes to plan,” he replied, shrugging off their praise and thanks. “So, what is the story with this girl? asked Deji when he got the phone back. “Did I hear you called off your engagement to Bimbo?” “Yes I did, Deji. You have known Bimbo and I long enough to know that we are not meant for each other.” “I wondered why you stuck with her all those years. I am sorry to say this, but I always thought she was a spoilt brat.” “I guess I finally woke up to reality.” “So, who is this girl?” “You won’t believe it Deji; she was to be our wedding planner – I mean, for Bimbo and I. I fell in love with the girl. Mind you, it has nothing to do with my decision to call off my engagement to Bimbo. That was based purely on the fact that I do not think we are a good match. I…I really like this girl, Deji. She opened my eyes to what true love should be, even though she would not agree to date me. I feel she was attacked, most likely by Bimbo – I should say someone hired by Bimbo – because I have feelings for her, so I feel somewhat responsible for her.” “You are a kind guy, Biola. Love is a funny thing. Stick to your guts and trust God. In the end, you want to be happy…truly happy. I hope everything works out. I will do my best on this end. So, when are you coming up to London?” “I hope to be in London in about a week or so. I would have loved to be there sooner, but I have a lot of res to put out here. My father is bent on killing my business because he wants me to marry Bimbo, so I am fighting to save my company.” “It must be tough. I am sorry to hear that. Do what you can, Biola. It will be alright in the end.” “Thanks, Deji. You are such a good friend. I have some tough decisions to make. You may hear that my wedding with Bimbo is back on track…It is not going to be real. I am considering using that as a ploy to get to the root of this matter and to get my father off my back. Please keep this to yourself.” “That might be a risky game, Biola. You mean you want to convince them that you want Bimbo back only to call if off eventually?” “Yes…I will do all I can to dig up the truth. I know a crime has been committed, and I want to make sure that justice is served.” “That will be messy, Biola…be careful.” “I will. See you soon, buddy!” “See you soon my friend.” “Sir, here are three more letters for you marked urgent,” Biola’s secretary Cindy said handing him three envelopes. He knew what they were. He had received a number of them of late. He sat on the couch in the lobby and tore them open one at a time. His face contorted into a frown as he read the letters. He tossed them at Cindy when he was through. “They are further cancellations, this time from Guinness, WAMCO and Nasco Foods,” he said unhappily. “Who are these ones from, sir?” “Guinness, WAMCO and Nasco Foods.” “Those are big clients.” “Yeas they are,” Biola replied. He was deep in thought. “File them away. At this rate, I will have no clients soon.” He went into his office and minutes later; he was back in the lobby dishing out instructions to Cindy before heading outside. “Biola, you seem in a rush?” asked Fumilayo, one of Bimbo’s closest friends. Biola had bumped into her on the stairs as he ran downstairs. “What brings you here, Fumi?” he asked. “I wanted to stop by. I heard you moved offices, and I was in the area, so I chose to say hi.” “That is very kind of you. Unfortunately, I am dashing out to an important appointment now. Perhaps you could come in another time if you are in the area.” “I…I…I was wondering if you are free sometime in the evening, or something. Maybe we could go clubbing together? Have a drink or something? I know you must have a lot on your mind now. Something to help you free you mind a bit,” Fumi suggested, flicking her ‘Bob Marley’ braids delicately. She was hitting on Biola and he could see it. Did Bimbo send her? He pondered. “I am awfully busy these days,” he replied. “If I find some free time, perhaps I could give you a ring…you know, you, Jane, Segun myself and Donald could hang out again, like old times,” he said diplomatically. “Yes…yes…that would be nice,” she replied awkwardly. “Okay then, see you soon,” Biola said as he continued his descent downstairs.… Isabell lay on the rose-covered bed in pink underwear and pink bra. She peered at the clock on the wall, wondering why Dayo was not already there. It was 6:00 pm and he had promised to meet with her at 5:30pm. She already had one million naira in her bank account and the thought of additional four million had her thoroughly excited…plus relocation to London. She had told Seyi that she preferred London over the US. From her research, if Seyi secured a residence visa to London for her, she’d never have to worry about healthcare. Someone who had lived both in the UK and the US had told her that hospital bills in the US could wreck anyone. “Hospital bills in the US are atrociously expensive, whereas, in the UK, it is all covered through taxes and National Insurance. A single sickness could render you poor for life in the US, but not in the UK. If you have the opportunity, go to the UK!!!” her friend had explained emphatically. I can’t wait to get this over with, she thought. Then, there was a gentle knock on the door. Her heart skipped a beat. She leapt to her feet and careened her way to the door. She peered through the door view. It was Dayo! He was clad in white brocade and brown sandals. “Good to see you honey!” Isabell shouted, throwing her arms around him as he entered the expansive hotel suite. “You set all these up for me?” he asked, peering intently at her skimpy bra. “Yes my love. I hardly get to spend quality time with you these days. This weekend, it is going to be you and I. I want give you some good time,” Isabell enthused. Minutes later, they were moaning and rolling all over the bed. The room had been wired with the most powerful gadgets that Seyi could lay his hands on. From the neighboring room, he watched everything on a screen. The recording was relayed real-time to a receiver in the neighboring room. He had an electrical engineer on his payroll with him. He had never felt more relieved in his life. A baleful smile cradled his face. “Now, I have you where I want you,” he muttered gleefully to himself as he glared intently at the screen. … The next day, Biola was at his father’s door. “What brings you here, finally?” Seyi asked his son with a hint of sarcasm. “We need to talk, dad.” “Now you want to talk, right? Because you are losing your clients like leaves dropping off their stalks in harmattan? Come in. There is nothing wrong with father and son having a good chat. I am not opposed to that!” Inside, he poured himself a glass of cold water and handed another glass to Biola. “I know you don’t drink, so I will drink water with you. What do you want to talk about, Biola?” “Dad, I am not here because I lost some of my most important clients at your behest. If you think that is the way you want to exercise your power…against your own son, then go ahead. I will never ask you to restore my clients to me. I am working hard to either restore my relationships with those clients or find new ones. I am old enough to take care of myself. What I want from you is entirely different.” Seyi was surprised. He has grown into a fine young man, he thought of his son. He is brave and daring. He won’t grovel? I ‘kinda’ like that, he thought with a subdued smile. “What is it, Biola?” “Dad, I strongly believe that there is an underlying reason behind your persistence about me marrying Bimbo. I am your only child. It is about time you told me the whole truth. Secondly, I like to believe that you truly want the best for me. In that case, I will need you to let me make my own choices. If I want Bimbo, that is entirely my choice and if I don’t, I want you to back off.” “Son, the only reason I…” He wondered whether he should come clean with his son, especially now that he has a sex tape on Dayo. No, not yet time. I have to confront Dayo first, he concluded. A million thoughts rocketed through his mind simultaneously. STORY CONTINUES…
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22 Nov 2017 | 03:37
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I hope it won't turn bad cox this ur plan might lead u into trouble
22 Nov 2017 | 08:09
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It's like toiling with the feelings of someone who loves and that can be dangerous
22 Nov 2017 | 08:10
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this plan dey shock my mind
22 Nov 2017 | 09:50
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ok next
22 Nov 2017 | 15:22
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Am really loving dis. I hope seyi doesn't kill isabel after getting d tape
22 Nov 2017 | 15:55
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Wealthy people palafa
22 Nov 2017 | 16:13
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Instead of u to tell him now
22 Nov 2017 | 16:21
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Enjoying this...
22 Nov 2017 | 16:37
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Get Well Soon MODUPE
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LAGOS WEDDING WAHALA – Episode 8 “I want you to marry Bimbo because she is good for you. We have known them forever, my son. I know that if anything goes wrong, both families will come together and resolve it. Both her father and I want the best for you two. Nothing more and nothing less.” “I don’t believe it, dad, but if you say that is the story, I can’t extract the truth from you. The way you are pushing about it, I have the feeling there is more to that story.” “That is the truth, Biola.” “Then, let me ask you, do you truly want me to be happy? Do you truly care about me? Do you wonder what I want? Do you respect me? You have raised me to be self-reliant, brave and bold and everything you are doing now negates all that you have raised me to live by.” Seyi contemplated his son’s words for a moment. He knew Biola was right, but he could not fully admit it to him. “Okay son, let’s end this…at least, let’s call a truce for now. Take some time to think about the whole Bimbo thing. If you are convinced after a while that she is not for you, then you may make your own choice. Sometimes, you think you are very sure about something, until you have had time to think it through. Think this through, Biola.” “Thanks dad for at least, allowing me the space and time to ponder my own life without having you breathing down my neck.” “You are welcome, my child.” A short while later, Biola was at the door leaving. “I will have those contracts restored!” Seyi said loudly, but Biola did not reply. He was adamant that it was up to his father to restore those contracts or forget them. … “Dayo, I invited you over to my office to try and resolve things for good,” Seyi said. He was seated behind his desk in an elaborately furnished office on Victoria Island. “If you have failed to convince your son as you promised, then let me handle the matter myself,” Dayo replied with an air of arrogance. “There is no need for that…there won’t be any need for that, Dayo.” “So, he has agreed to rescind his decision?” “Not yet. He is thinking about it. I think he might do so.” “That is not enough, Seyi!!! You are conjecturing. I want answers, concrete answers!!!” Dayo was visibly angry. “I want you to look at something on the big screen on the wall,” Seyi said with a wry smile. “This is not time for movies, my friend. An agreement has been broken and it should be fixed!!!” Dayo continued to bark like a rabid dog. Seyi went ahead to press the remote control, which was pointed at the screen. A few seconds later, Dayo heard his own voice moaning pleasurably. “What is that? How did you get that?” Isabell!!! I will kill her!!!” “That won’t be necessary, Dayo. She knew nothing about this. I simply followed her knowing where you’d be next as she made elaborate plans to lure you over,” Seyi lied. If anything happens to her, I will make sure the whole world sees this tape. There is more…covering the entire weekend. There is a spot where you made some nasty comments about the president. Let me play that for you,” Seyi said gloatingly. He pressed the remote control a few more times and the spot her was looking for popped up on the big screen. “I am sure you would not want me to pass this on to the president. Now, here is the deal. You are to never release those tapes you have on me…for the rest of your life!!! Two, you should get off my son’s back. If he wants to marry your daughter, that is up to him, and if he does not, so be it, Dayo!!!” It was Seyi’s turn to be assertive, and assertive he was. Dayo watched helplessly, raging deep within. “My lawyers, exactly six of them are in possession of these tapes. If anything happens to me, my son or Isabell, then you would have left me no choice than to release the tapes. My lawyers have instructions to go public with the tapes should any of us be harmed in anyway. From now on, we will relate on equal footing. I will be just as ruthless as you if you try anything funny!!!” Dayo stormed out of the meeting in wild rage. He quickly dialed Isabell as soon as he settled into the backseat of his Lexus jeep. Her number was not available. He dialed again, staring at his phone with burning fury. Not even his fiery stare would make Isabell’s phone ring. Seyi had moved her to Abuja as she prepared to leave for London. She already had her cool five million naira in her Bank account and Seyi had generously wired fifty thousand pounds into a London bank account he opened in her name. She also had an apartment waiting for her in Camden, a scenic area in North West London. When Dayo reached home, he quickly called Jimoh, his hitman. “Jimoh, good to see you. It has been a while,” said Akin who was on his way out. “Good to see you too, Akin. Yes, it has been a while. I was in Portugal for a long holiday with the family. We had such a great time. It is good to be back though.” “Welcome back. I was on my way out; I hope to see you soon.” “See you soon, Akin.” Jimoh walked onto the terrace where Dayo sat sullenly sipping his Gulder as usual He was on his fourth bottle of Gulder Jimoh could smell the reek of Jimoh walked onto the terrace where Dayo sat sullenly, sipping his Gulder as usual. He was on his fourth bottle of Gulder. Jimoh could smell the reek of Gulder from inside the restaurant as he walked onto the terrace. “You look really troubled, Dayo. I haven’t seen you like this in years. Your message sounded very urgent. What is the matter?” he asked as he sat opposite Dayo, opening a bottle of Gulder for himself. “I am glad you could make it soon enough. I have a biting problem on my hands. Someone is trying to frame me. I will fill you in, in due course. For now, I need you to wipe someone as soon as possible. The girl in that picture,” he said tossing a picture at Jimoh. “Her name is Isabell Idehen. I have been playing with her for some time now; you know what I mean.” Jimoh nodded. “She is working with someone to frame me. It hurts a lot. This could potentially harm my ultimate plans, but that is not a matter for today.” Jimoh examined the figure in the picture. Isabell was standing beside a Jeep in the picture, dressed in a blue mini skirt and a yellow top with red flowery patches. She stood atop a pair of high-heeled shoes with a ravishing smile on her face. “While she played around with me, she has kept a boyfriend on the side. I believe she is madly in love with him. I did some digging with one of my boys. The guy’s name is Princewill Oleka. Both he and Isabell are students of UNILAG. While she is studying mass communication, he is a student of Law. Her number and his are on the back of that picture. If you find her, then you’ve found him. Here is a list of some of her closest friends. Do not touch her…I repeat, do not touch her. I want you to find Princewill and kill him. Her turn will come later. For now, she has some protection, but he does not. Kill him…I want her to suffer. The pain of losing him will wreck her. I probably won’t need to go after her once he is gone.” “He is dead meat, oga (sir),” Jimoh assured him. … “Miranda, I am sorry that I could not see you before leaving town. I am not sure when I am returning to Lagos, but whenever that is, I will certainly make time to spend some quality time with you, my good friend,” Isabell promised. She and Miranda were close friends. “What is going on, Isabell? Uzoamaka told me you are flying to the US. Is that true? And you couldn’t even stop by to see me? I can’t believe this. I am not happy with you,” Miranda vented. “I was in your room but you were not there and your number was out of service. You have to bear with me. Please, you really need to bear with me. There is a lot I cannot talk about now. I will explain things to you as soon as I am well settled. Things happened faster than I had planned. Please Miranda, don’t be mad at me. You are my best friend; I value my friendship with you. Please, I am begging you!” There was a moment of silence over the line as Miranda considered Isabell’s plea. “Okay, I hope you make time to explain things to me later. Where are you now? So you are truly flying to the US?” “Yes, it is true,” Isabell lied. She had been careful not to tell anyone where she was travelling to. “You are not leaving from Lagos? Why is that?” “Long story. Like I said, I will explain later. I am leaving from Port Harcourt,” she lied yet again. Princewill was lying naked beside her on the bed. He wished he could y with her. He was the only one who knew that she was leaving for London. Isabell had promised to bring him over somehow as soon as she was settled in London. “So, when do you leave?” Miranda asked. “I leave in six days.” “Then, why can’t you come and see us all in Lagos before travelling? I don’t understand this. Uzoamaka said you were in such a hurry. I really don’t like this, girl, but as you said, you will have to explain yourself to me.” “I will…I promise.” Isabell’s flight was billed for the next three days. She had been careful to keep as much information as possible from her closest friends. She was well aware that Dayo was a dangerous man, so she did not want to take chances. The next day, Jimoh was at UNILAG in Akoka. He walked into Kofo Ademola Hall and headed for Isabell’s room. When he reached room 304, he knocked gently on the door. He studied his surroundings as he waited. Kofo Ademola Hall and UNILAG had not changed a lot. He once had a girlfriend who lived in Kofo Ademola Hall back in the day. A moment later, a beautiful dark-skinned girl opened the door. “Hi, what can I do for you,” Uzoamaka asked. “I am looking for Isabell Idehen,” Jimoh replied with a calming smile. “She is not on campus at the moment.” “It is very urgent. Do you know how I can reach her?” “Have you tried calling her?” “Yes, but her number is not available.” “I see. I spoke with her yesterday, but who are you?” “Actually, I am from MTN. Isabell entered an MTN draw for which she has won a hundred and fifty thousand naira. I was asked to contact her directly at the address she provided to prevent fraud; you know, anyone may try to collect her prize money.” “Did you say a hundred and fifty thousand naira?” “Yes.” “Give me a minute, I will be right back.” Uzoamaka returned to the room excitedly and returned moments later with a new phone number. Isabell had quickly switched phone numbers for security reason. “I think you can reach her on this phone number. I think you should call her soon because she might be leaving the country in a few days.” “Really? Lucky girl. Good things are happening to her at the same time. Which church does she go to? Her pastor must be powerful. So, where is she travelling to?” “The USA!” Uzoamaka answered grinning from ear to ear. Jimoh took note of the information. He rang the number and Isabell’s voice came over the line. Jimoh had done his homework very well through a number of outlets that he normally used when on a job. Isabell had actually entered an MTN draw in which she provided her address. “Is that Isabell Idehen?” Jimoh asked. “Who is this?” Isabell asked suspiciously. She had not given her new number to anyone else other her immediate family, Princewill, Uzoamaka, and Miranda, all of whom had been warned not to share it with anyone else. “My name is Bitrus Birang. I am calling to inform you that you have won one hundred and fifty thousand naira, courtesy of MTN. To prevent fraud, I was sent directly to the address you provided and your roommate, who is here with me, gave me your other number.” “Really? I truly won?” “Yes, you did. I will need to ask you a few questions first to confirm that you are the right person, though.” “Sure, go ahead.” “What is your middle name?” “Omoyeme” Jimoh was looking at a piece of paper he had in his left hand. Uzoamaka watched with sheer exhilaration. “What is your date of birth?” “May 25th 1989.” “What is the maiden name of your mother?” “Rosaline Ehisuria Orikhi.” “Finally, what is your father’s middle name?” “Osavie.” “Great, so when do you want to come down to our office on Allen Avenue to collect the money. You need to sign some paperwork in person to collect the money.” “Really?” “Yes.” “What if I can’t make it?” “Well, you’d have to send someone. The person in question must show us your signature, signed by you with the answers to the questions I just asked you on the same sheet of paper. Also, you must send us the person’s picture ahead of time so we know what he looks like.” “Can I send it by email?” “Yes.” “Great. Please could you text me the questions again with an email to which I can send you a picture of the person I am sending.” “Sure, I will do that. Who are you sending?” “I am sending my boyfriend, his name is Princewill.” This was exactly what Jimoh had anticipated. He knew that if she was hiding somewhere before leaving town, she’d be with her lover. “I will send you all that right away. We expect to see him soon enough. He should indicate which day he is coming by notifying me via the same email address I am going to send you.” “For sure, he will do that.” “Please remember me, Isabell,” Uzoamaka shouted just as Jimoh was hanging up. “I can keep the money, right?” Princewill, who had been listening to the conversation asked excitedly. “Yes, you can my love,” replied Isabell as she planted a warm kiss on Princewill’s lips. STORY CONTINUES…
23 Nov 2017 | 00:43
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LAGOS WEDDING WAHALA – Episode 9 Bimbo exited Alausa shopping mall in Ikeja. She had just returned to work having taken some time off, following her break up with Biola. She was carrying polyethylene bags in each hand, while a purse was dangling on her shoulder. Her eyes had taken refuge behind a pair of dark sunshades with gold-colored rims. She was eager to return to the safety of her air-conditioned car on a blazing hot day. Bands of sweat careened down her face. “Hi Bimbo,” said Biola. Jane had told him that Bimbo went to Alausa shopping mall in Ikeja. “I am not talking to you,” she said angrily, increasing her pace towards her car. “Please don’t do this, Bimbo. We need to talk,” Biola pleaded. “I want nothing to do with you,” she reiterated. Deep inside, she was so pleased to see him, but she was not about to show it. “I am leaving for London in two days on a business trip, Bimbo. It is important that we talk now, dear.” The fact that he used the word, ‘dear’ was music to her ears.” “I want nothing to do with you, Biola!” She bellowed, slamming the trunk of her Honda Civic. She opened the door and entered the car, ready to slam the door too. Before she could lock the door, Biola got hold of the handle and yanked it further open. “Sticking his head into the Honda Civic, he pleaded with her as she reached for the car key. “Bimbo, please take a moment to listen to me. I am sorry, we really need to talk. Please give me a second chance.” “I just want to be home, Biola. Please get out of my car.” “If we don’t talk by tomorrow, I probably will not return from London. I am serious, I will move to London for good,” Biola threatened, pulling off every trick in his bag. “Then go…I don’t care!” Bimbo shouted halfheartedly. She wanted to take her word back and ask Biola into the car, but her pride got in the way. Holding on, she placed the key in the ignition and started the engine. “Please Bimbo! I beg of you. I love you darling,” he lied. “But you hurt me very much. Why did you hurt me?” She asked as tears poured down her face. Biola held her, caressing her gently. He felt bad lying to her, but he was keen to find out who attacked Modupe and why his father had been eager to have him marry Bimbo. “I am sorry darling! Please let’s talk. Please give me a second chance.” “I need some time to clear my head, Biola. Come over to my place tomorrow,” Bimbo offered, caving in to Biola’s pressure. “Thank you sweetheart. Thank you! I will see you tomorrow, my dear.” The next day, Biola went over to Bimbo’s father’s house in Lekki. Dayo was happy to see him and Bimbo together again. Biola convinced Dayo, Bimbo and Akin that the wedding was back on the cards. “You should never treat me like this again, Biola!” Bimbo warned him. “Never…never again my love,” Biola assured her. He felt sick to his stomach for telling her another fat lie. They were lying on the bed in her apartment within her father’s mansion. “Make love to me,” she said authoritatively, peeling her clothes off her body. “Stop!” Biola protested. “Why? You don’t want to make love to me again? Are you still in love with that wedding planner, Modupe? What did you even say happened to her?” Bimbo hurled questions at him relentlessly. “Of course I am dying to make love with you, my love. I’d do anything to rip your clothes off and make love to you for eternity, but I want this to be…to be perfect from now on. I don’t want to make any mistakes. I want us to take time to preserve our bodies for each other until that special night after our wedding. Purity! Perfect love and gregarious passion; that is what I want, Bimbo,” Biola preached, looking for anything he could lay his hands on to keep from making out with Bimbo. “That sounds really beautiful…special!” “Yes, it is my love. Of course, I have no feelings for Modupe. I wonder why you’d even think of that. You know she was attacked and almost killed,” Biola said casually, minimizing the topic the best he could. “Really?” she asked. Biola scrutinized her face, looking for any sign of guilt or deceit. He could not make out what he saw on her face. “Who would have done that?” She asked with little emotion. “That was what I thought when I heard that she was attacked.” “Where is she now? You are not interested in her, right?” “Of course I am not. I am all in for you, my love. I’d do anything for you. I am not interested in Modupe, whatsoever.” Three hours later, he left Dayo’s compound not sure what to make of Bimbo’s response to Modupe’s situation. Time…time will reveal the truth, she assured himself. “Do you trust him?” Akin asked his father. They were in Dayo’s duplex on the far east of the compound watching as Biola drove away. “I don’t know what to make of him, but I am keeping an eye on him. It seems odd that he’d just change his mind like that. Just yesterday, he was keen on not marrying Bimbo. All of a sudden, he comes back and is willing to marry Bimbo. I am not convinced he is genuine. I will keep an eye on him,” Dayo said scratching his head. Shortly after Biola left, Jimoh called Dayo. “What is going on?” Dayo asked expectantly. “I have reached the girl, oga (sir).” “Where is she?” “I am not sure, but she says she in Port Harcourt. She is due to y to the US in few days.” “And her boyfriend?” “He will be dead in a few days. I offered them a bait and he is onto it. I expect him here in a Lagos in a few days.” “Whack him!!! Finish him off!” Dayo ordered. “I will let you know as soon as he is down,” Jimoh replied arrogantly. His voice was cold; bereft of ‘humanity’. Akin had returned to his building on the mansion leaving Dayo to himself, his Gulder and a young girl lying naked in his bed waiting for him. The next afternoon, Biola tucked himself into his seat on a Virgin Airline Boeing jumbo jet about to depart for London. About the same time, he was buckling his seat belt, Dayo received a phone call. “He is flying to London, sir,” a rusty voice said over the phone. “London?” “Yes sir!” “I want you to contact Raymond in London. Send him a picture of Biola. Do you know which airport he is flying to? Gatwick or Heathrow?” “No sir.” “Find out…find out immediately. I want Raymond to be at the airport to trail him in London. I want to know what he is up to while in London.” “I will do that, sir,” the voice replied assuredly. … Princewill alighted from the taxi and walked happily towards MTN building on Allen Avenue. A day earlier, he had seen Isabell off to Nnamdi Azikiwe International Airport in Abuja. He was excited…excited to see her leave, with the hope that he’d join her soon. He ambled his way out of Nnamdi Azikiwe International Airport, Abuja like a prince. Soon…soon, I will be on a flight to London, he thought. Later that night, he boarded a flight back to Lagos, eager to claim the one hundred and fifty thousand naira. Isabell had called earlier in the day to inform him that she arrived safely in London. He could not help counting down to the day Isabell would come to pick him up. He was convinced it was a matter of time before he joined her in London. For now, I have to pick up that one hundred and fifty thousand, he thought to himself with a sly smile on his face. At least, I can take Yetunde out tonight. We could go to clubbing on the Island tonight, he assured himself. He had been seeing Yetunde for nearly a year now behind Isabell’s back. Jimoh peered keenly at the picture on the screen of his phone. He wore a yellow MTN shirt and a yellow MTN cap to match. He loitered the hallway of the major building just beyond the main gate. Carefully, he scanned the gate intermittently and peered at his phone in-between. A Mercedes 230 E Class plastered with MTN posters stood outside the gate with a driver behind the wheel. Princewill walked majestically into the compound, looking around as he wondered where his contact might be. He had been told to ask for Bitrus Birang. Jimoh sighted him. Hurriedly, he scampered towards Princewill. “Are you Mr. Princewill Oleka?” Jimoh asked him, smiling. “Yes, I am.” “My name is Bitrus Birang,” Jimoh replied smiling as he stretched out his hand for a handshake. “I have been waiting for you.” “Pleased to meet you,” Princewill replied excitedly. A broad smile perched colorfully on his face. “Come with me. I have been working on your girlfriend’s account. The money has been approved. To quicken the process, we need to run down to the bank down the street, so you can get paid right away,” Jimoh offered. “Yes…yes!” Princewill acquiesced. His voice reeked of smarm. “Please sign here,” Jimoh handed him a sheet of paper with MTN boldly inscribed at the top. Without asking further questions, he appended his signature on the paper and handed it back to Jimoh. “Okay, let’s go!” Jimoh ordered, heading for the Mercedes 230 E Class. Jimoh and Princewill hopped into the backseat. “You are very lucky!” Jimoh said. “Let’s get you paid and get on to other winners,” he added, making far-reaching efforts to keep Princewill engaged. Soon, the Mercedes 230 E Class screeched past Allen Avenue. “I thought we were going to the bank on Allen Avenue?” Princewill asked. “If you move, you are dead!” Jimoh ordered. His voice was menacingly cold. He brandished a gun which was pointed at Princewill. His excitement and anticipation were quickly supplanted by numbing fear. He could not stop staring at the gun until the vehicle left Lagos and headed for Epe, several miles away from Lekki. “Please don’t kill me. You can take the money,” Princewill begged. “I will never tell anyone, please take the money. I don’t care,” he continued, crying profusely. “Shut up!” Jimoh shouted. The driver remained quiet, focusing completely on the driving. He slowed down, veered off the highway and drove into the forest on a pothole-filled dirt road. “Stop here,” Jimoh instructed the driver. He marched on the break and the car came to a halt. “Out!” Jimoh shouted at Princewill, who obliged. Jimoh had him walk to the end of the dirt road and then they veered into the forest. Jimoh red at him from behind. “Ahhh!!!” He grunted, slumping to the ground. Jimoh red again. Blood spewed out of Princewill’s back. Then, everything went quiet. Princewill’s numb body lay on the ground in a pool of blood. Jimoh hurried back to the Mercedes 230 E Class and joined the driver in the front seat. Soon, they were on the highway on their way back to Lagos. Jimoh rang Dayo to inform him that Isabell’s boyfriend was dead. STORY CONTINUES…
23 Nov 2017 | 00:47
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REGISTER @freshgirl @qeenvick @swtharyomi @denciebabe @wyse-one @eddy @delight @pweety @victoriouschild @mray @jummybabe @babe4biola @sofia @ritagold @kuks @frankkay @pearl @originalannchilexdel @evanz @fridex @jclash @gracy @itzshaxee @simzy @chomyline @pheranmmie041 @temmyjoy @chriswayne @mecuze @skookum @jerrie @john451 @kniphemi @emmanesth @horpheyehmy @justify @maurice @kemkit @adeyoola @jummy @thankmic @kpumpy @christopher @anita @phinebraim @kedike @saintkenz @december12 @promise @sylvia @bsam @portable @cherryserah @steph @aarti @invincible @olaking3 @harddy @blakstudd @prince @azeeco @temmymofrosh @vizkid @sandra @sandy @hollar @kaysmart22 @sexynikky1994 @davick @youngestprince @semilore @oyindamola @ladygrasha @dhemilade1 @mature @peacebright @franklin @kolababs @mhzzrblayse @smilie @borwerleh @iksqueency @loveth @funmilayo1 @okklad @nizzy @flames @tony @vict-vames @stanny39 @softtouch @onahsunday631 @ele @jeddy @sonshine @sirgentle @hoelhay @aminzy @eben @teesolid @omoyemmy @olarach @daxking @krizzy @holarbordah @firstladyontop @softie @obaby @sergentmax @mhizdaofot @pappyjay @c-roderick @cookey @isabella1 @chisomsophia @mrfabulous @henry @mubarak @mhizzthessy @millz @abevica @individual @youngfellow @humblelion @natasha9976 @hartuny @jimmyjab @arosunshine @heartbrokekid @thosiano @peterox @sapiens @paula4eva @iamsmv @adegunle3gmail-com @yemitefestus @omoniyiola @inifek @skulboy @nheemot @deejaygrin @hitiswell @fynboy @whizjay @oshio @shikoleen @queencoded @vicoch @kimmy @ifeoma1 @nobleay @felixharuna11 @ibktemi99 @sanctus4real @bolaji2308 @damzybabe @profeze1 @horlarjuwhon @illusion002 @royzeray @chinenye5404 @dharmex @emileagosu @pharouq00 @saraya @blazeb @virtuous @ennyshow @haryormidey @mzz_teddy @daddyd @emergencia @ryder @fb-itz-chueleraloveday @cassiewells @judiee @omoshalewa @nheemot @rukibaby19 @ugochisunday @micheal1 @certifiedjx @wumyte @jokqees @temmyluv @oyefestus @coolbaby @ewosboi @lilfresh @phauzy @princeocity @ocpresh @sahent @horgzy @amibabe @bayslaw007 @saviour @damsyn @fortune @ernesto @light1259 @adeyemi @wisesam @bankykay @gaman @kingj @rossi @danielbrown @aanu001 @klaussimbo @princekidhonest @lilpaco @cheta @zach100 @pelumi99 @phaicynxsmith @macaveli @mizzykevin @gorgeousdammie @froshberry-2 @emperorsndyheartless @maltty @chidij1 @mavbirth @niceoneofficial @jacopet @wizy308 @coolval222-2 @olorivicky @shaklef @mackabsolute @nakam @ladyg @wizzyg @vivian @paula4eva @pappyjay @pesman @charliebryn @emmazzy @itzprince @youngmiss @faith @nkem @sabinto @bestabbey @pearlily @damariseze @Oluwaslimzy @Calebdanny @Frank @wisdomifeanyi80 @olushegzy @delexzy01 @Luvlydamsel @Hormortiyor @fb-MhizLilygold @elisco1453 And others come o..
23 Nov 2017 | 00:51
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Spill d beans
23 Nov 2017 | 01:48
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Wicked people
23 Nov 2017 | 02:45
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following
23 Nov 2017 | 03:06
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Hmmmm
23 Nov 2017 | 03:09
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hmmm big men with big wahala indeed
23 Nov 2017 | 03:44
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[i]Hmm I will soon be exposed cox nothing can be hidden under the sun[/i]
23 Nov 2017 | 04:17
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[i]Biola what u are doing isn't the best way to approach the issue cox the outcome might be really bad[/i]
23 Nov 2017 | 04:19
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23 Nov 2017 | 04:31
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so bad
23 Nov 2017 | 04:46
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dis is really not a gud news at all.isabella could hv hide everything to herself since she knew d task and dangerous abt dis game
23 Nov 2017 | 06:47
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dis bimbo's father is really a harden criminal and monitoring biola movement will make him to get him track
23 Nov 2017 | 06:49
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let see what will happen next... continue
23 Nov 2017 | 06:50
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too bad
23 Nov 2017 | 08:14
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Issabell is stupid
23 Nov 2017 | 11:13
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LAGOS WEDDING WAHALA – Episode 10 “What do you mean you could not find out which airport he was flying to?” Dayo asked, his voice dripping with rage. “We tried, but for some reason, we could not track which travel agent he used to make his reservation, sir,” the subservient voice on the other end of the phone replied. “What do I pay you guys a lot of money for? Find him!!! Find him now!!!” He barked orders at his secret staff. “I have informed Raymond, sir. He will find him.” “How? Do you realize how big London is?” His staff did not answer, realizing the enormity of the task at hand. “Anyway, I don’t care how you do it, just do it, morons!” “Okay, sir.” Dayo hung up and called Bimbo. “Bimbo daring, how are you doing at work today?” “I am doing well, dad. How about you?” “I am ne, my lovely daughter. So, did Biola make it safely to London?” “Yes, dad. He called a while ago to tell me that his flight arrived safely at Heathrow. His friend, Deji picked him up a while ago. They should be in Deji’s apartment at St. John’s Wood now. Is it St. John’s Wood or Camden? Let me check my phone for a second, he texted me the address of where he is staying.” Bimbo looked through her phone for a moment and returned on the line. “Yes dad, it is St. John’s Wood.” “So, everything is going well between you two, I take it?” “Yes, dad. He brought me a bouquet of roses yesterday. I guess sometimes you have to lose what you have to appreciate it more. He has been superb since we came back together. I could not be happier.” “Good. That is what I want to hear.” “Thanks daddy for looking after me. I love you so much!” “I love you too Bimbo, my darling daughter.” As soon as he got off the phone with Bimbo, Dayo dialed one of his secret staffers, an information technology expert. “Ifedi, I want you to hack into Bimbo’s phone right now. Get me an address in St. John’s Wood, London that is in a text sent to her by Biola.” “You will have it I a few minutes, sir,” Ifedi replied, flush with confidence. He had access to the phone of every member of Dayo’s family and his staff too. Dayo sat on his balcony, impatiently waiting for Ifedi’s call. His phone rang and he jumped on it, but it was not Ifedi. The call came from one of his numerous girlfriends. He frowned, refusing to take the call. A few more minutes later, his phone beeped again. This time, it was a text from Ifedi. He had the address in St. John’s Wood – 89 Hill Road, St. John’s Wood. He texted the address to Raymond who was operating in London. Then, he called him afterwards. “You got the address, right?” he asked authoritatively. “Yes, sir.” “Good, get on with the task at hand. I want you to follow Biola wherever he goes. I want pictures on a daily basis. I want to know where he eats, where he sleeps, when he sleeps and when he wakes up. Everything!” “I will leave nothing out, sir. My boys and I will cover everything.” “Please…please take your call,” Isabell said in frustration. She had been calling Princewill without luck. At first, his phone rang but now, he was completely unreachable. “Where are you, my Prince? Please turn on your phone. For God’s sake, we agreed that we’d talk every day. Where have you been for the past few days, Princewill?” She muttered anxiously, attempting to smash her phone against the wall. After calling several times without success, she decided to call Miranda. “Miranda, please could you track Princewill down for me,” she said over the phone, her voice filled with concern. “Is everything okay?” Miranda asked, sensing her concern. “I don’t know. It is very unlike him not to take my calls and not to call either. I am really worried. It has been nearly three days now since I last heard from him.” “Okay, I will go over to his hostel to see what is going on with him,” Miranda promised. “Thank you, Miimii. I will be expecting your call.” “No worries, Isabell. I will find him, okay?” “Thank you, baby girl.” “She is actually doing well,” the pretty young doctor explained. She was no more than twenty-six, oozing with confidence. “Even though she is still in coma, her signs look good. We think she will snap out of coma, sooner than later,” she added with a comforting smile. “Thank you very much for taking good care of her.” “No worries, that’s my job,” she said, her alluring British accent coming through, beautifully. “God will bless you!” Modupe’s mother, Ajoke said to Biola after the doctor had left. “We are very grateful, my child. God will bless you abundantly,” her father added. “You are welcome. Your daughter means the world to me,” he replied. They returned to Deji’s apartment in St. John’s Wood to get lunch. Outside, Raymond and his colleague, Dele sat in a silver Ford Fiesta hatchback. Spring was beginning to make way for warm-less British summer, so it was not too cold. The engine was running so the car would stay warm. Modupe’s parents had arrived in a different vehicle driven by Deji’s girlfriend, Chantal, a white British girl. They had been dating for over two years. Deji was already thinking about proposing to her. Raymond and Dele focused on Biola and Deji as they entered the building. They were not aware that Chantal, Ajoke and Olayinka were headed for the same apartment, so they took pictures of only Biola and Deji. “That white girl ne oh!” Dele said as Chantal exited her Vauxhall Astra with Modupe’s parents. “See her backside!” Raymond pointed out, whistling impulsively. “And her car no bad…Vauxhall Astra. This na baddest babe!” Dele continued to pore over Chantal. “To own a Vauxhall Astra, she definitely has a cool job. And to live in this kind of place, she has to be loaded. I wonder which Naija guy dey carry this one,” Raymond remarked. “What makes you think Naija guy dey carry am?” asked Dele. “Are you blind? Can’t you see the old black man and woman with her? From their dressing, can’t you see they are Nigerians?” “I see.” “That suggests they are her boyfriend’s or husband’s parents…I am very sure of that.” “Baddest Naija guy!” Chantal locked the Vauxhall Astra, walked across the street with Modupe’s parents and headed upstairs. Biola and Deji had arrived a few minutes earlier. Raymond and Dele got pictures of them as they exited the car and climbed upstairs. “Let’s go clubbing, Biola. There is nothing you can do for now. Just take some time to relax while we pray for Modupe’s quickest recovery,” Deji suggested later that evening. Chantal had gone back to her apartment and Modupe’s parents were sleeping. “I can take you to Cokobar. There is a Naija comedy show going on tonight – Seyi Law, I go dye, Funnybone, Okey Bakassi, Basket Mouth, Klint Da Drunk, AY, Bovi and Gordons are all performing at this show. It will be great. You have to come with us. Chantal is coming, she loves Naija comedians. Basket Mouth, Bovi, Funnybone, Okey Bakassi and Seyi Law are some of her favorite comedians.” “I was going to say no, but if Basket Mouth, Bovi, Funnybone, Okey Bakassi, Seyi Law, Klint Da Drunk, AY, and the rest of the gang are performing at Cokobar, then I am coming,” Biola replied. “You’d love it. Cokobar is the place to be in London when a Naija show is in town.” “I will rest up for an hour or two and we can leave afterwards. Is that ne?” “Of course,” replied Deji. “Get some rest, so you are ready to laugh all night.” It had been a wonderful night of comedy. All the performers came prepared, wowing the audience from start to finish. In the end, people gathered around the bar for some suya, drinks, and socializing. Obalande Suya Express, a popular Nigerian barbecue restaurant in London operated a kiosk in Cokobar for the night. There was a long winding queue of Nigerians and non-Nigerians waiting to get a taste of suya. “You guys are having fun in London, Deji,” Biola pointed out. “You have your own Obalande Suya Express here in London?” “We get everything in London now. London is Lagos, part two,” Deji replied proudly. Isabell stood in line a short distance from Biola. She looked at her phone every few minutes, waiting to hear from Miranda, who had not been able to track down Princewill, yet. Intermittently, she would raise her phone to her face and look at it, praying for news…good news. “You really like this guy that much?” Toluwa asked her. She and Toluwa had met shortly after her arrival in London through a mutual friend. Toluwa had lived in London for several years, so she was quick to show Isabell around town. “I do…I don’t know what is going on. Why would he switch off just like that?” “Unless he is with another girl,” Toluwa remarked. “Not Princewill. He loves me with the last drop of his blood.” “Never say that about a guy…Naija guy for that matter. You should take it easy with this love thing, girl.” I wish you knew who I really am, Isabell thought. I am a real player, but Princewill, he is my soulmate, she thought to herself. She raised her face from her phone momentarily and caught sight of Biola. She had seen him a few times in Lagos – from a distance though. Once she was in Seyi’s loft when Biola stopped by. She saw him from her vantage position in the bedroom, while he, Biola discussed with his father in the living room. I think this is Seyi’s son, Biola, she thought. Walking up to him, she said, “hello” “Hi,” replied Biola, staring at her while rummaging through his mind for answers as to who Isabell was. “You are Biola, right? Biola Awe, Chief Seyi Awe’s son?” “Yes…who are you?” A short distance from them, a flash rained down on them momentarily. Someone was taking a shot with their phone. Raymond had taken a shot of Biola and Isabell, casually. He made sure to capture their faces in the shot. “Did you get their faces?” Dele asked him. “Yes, look at it,” he replied showing the shot to Dele. “Good job. Let’s send it to Dayo right away.” “I am not sure you know me, but I am a friend of your dad’s,” Isabell replied. Biola knew his father ran around with a bunch of young girls, so he did not need to consult with an angel to know that Isabell was one of them. “I see. So, what brings you to London?” Biola asked. “I relocated to London recently. You know, life in Naija is getting tougher by the day. What about you, are you on holiday or on a business trip?” “Both,” Biola answered. “Would you have some time for a drink or two sometime before you leave?” Isabell asked, somewhat impulsively. Perhaps she was searching for some kind of distraction from Princewill’s disappearance. “It depends on my schedule. Let me have your number. If time permits, maybe, we will get together sometime.” “Sure, call me or text when you have the time.” … A scowl appeared on Dayo’s face as he stared at the picture that Dele had just sent him. He began to breathe fast, drawing in a lungful of air and exhaling rapidly. He dashed to the fridge and fetched a bottle of Gulder. With a shaky hand, he clipped off the lid and drank straight from the bottle. He dragged himself to the couch and sank in. He lifted his phone one more time and stared at the picture again. Biola and Isabell? In London together? What is going on? So, Seyi is now working with his son against me? How can this be? Has he told his son about sleeping with my late wife? What does Biola know? How much? Do I strike before it is too late? Is it worth letting him marry Bimbo? He could barely plug the stream of thoughts that crashed violently down the hills of his embattled mind. Breathing hard, he dialed Jimoh’s number. STORY CONTINUES…
23 Nov 2017 | 17:01
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REGISTER @freshgirl @qeenvick @swtharyomi @denciebabe @wyse-one @eddy @delight @pweety @victoriouschild @mray @jummybabe @babe4biola @sofia @ritagold @kuks @frankkay @pearl @originalannchilexdel @evanz @fridex @jclash @gracy @itzshaxee @simzy @chomyline @pheranmmie041 @temmyjoy @chriswayne @mecuze @skookum @jerrie @john451 @kniphemi @emmanesth @horpheyehmy @justify @maurice @kemkit @adeyoola @jummy @thankmic @kpumpy @christopher @anita @phinebraim @kedike @saintkenz @december12 @promise @sylvia @bsam @portable @cherryserah @steph @aarti @invincible @olaking3 @harddy @blakstudd @prince @azeeco @temmymofrosh @vizkid @sandra @sandy @hollar @kaysmart22 @sexynikky1994 @davick @youngestprince @semilore @oyindamola @ladygrasha @dhemilade1 @mature @peacebright @franklin @kolababs @mhzzrblayse @smilie @borwerleh @iksqueency @loveth @funmilayo1 @okklad @nizzy @flames @tony @vict-vames @stanny39 @softtouch @onahsunday631 @ele @jeddy @sonshine @sirgentle @hoelhay @aminzy @eben @teesolid @omoyemmy @olarach @daxking @krizzy @holarbordah @firstladyontop @softie @obaby @sergentmax @mhizdaofot @pappyjay @c-roderick @cookey @isabella1 @chisomsophia @mrfabulous @henry @mubarak @mhizzthessy @millz @abevica @individual @youngfellow @humblelion @natasha9976 @hartuny @jimmyjab @arosunshine @heartbrokekid @thosiano @peterox @sapiens @paula4eva @iamsmv @adegunle3gmail-com @yemitefestus @omoniyiola @inifek @skulboy @nheemot @deejaygrin @hitiswell @fynboy @whizjay @oshio @shikoleen @queencoded @vicoch @kimmy @ifeoma1 @nobleay @felixharuna11 @ibktemi99 @sanctus4real @bolaji2308 @damzybabe @profeze1 @horlarjuwhon @illusion002 @royzeray @chinenye5404 @dharmex @emileagosu @pharouq00 @saraya @blazeb @virtuous @ennyshow @haryormidey @mzz_teddy @daddyd @emergencia @ryder @fb-itz-chueleraloveday @olayintan @cassiewells @judiee @omoshalewa @nheemot @rukibaby19 @ugochisunday @micheal1 @certifiedjx @wumyte @jokqees @temmyluv @oyefestus @coolbaby @ewosboi @lilfresh @phauzy @princeocity @ocpresh @sahent @horgzy @amibabe @bayslaw007 @saviour @damsyn @fortune @ernesto @light1259 @adeyemi @wisesam @bankykay @gaman @kingj @rossi @danielbrown @aanu001 @klaussimbo @princekidhonest @lilpaco @cheta @zach100 @pelumi99 @phaicynxsmith @macaveli @mizzykevin @gorgeousdammie @froshberry-2 @emperorsndyheartless @maltty @chidij1 @mavbirth @niceoneofficial @jacopet @wizy308 @coolval222-2 @olorivicky @shaklef @mackabsolute @nakam @ladyg @wizzyg @vivian @paula4eva @pappyjay @pesman @charliebryn @emmazzy @itzprince @youngmiss @faith @nkem @sabinto @bestabbey @pearlily @damariseze @Oluwaslimzy @Calebdanny @Frank @wisdomifeanyi80 @olushegzy @delexzy01 @Luvlydamsel @Hormortiyor @fb-MhizLilygold @elisco1453 And others come o..
23 Nov 2017 | 17:27
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hmmmm..no be small matter at all
23 Nov 2017 | 18:00
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Dayo you are the bad guy in this scenario.
23 Nov 2017 | 23:34
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Dayo u will soon run mad
24 Nov 2017 | 06:46
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What next now
24 Nov 2017 | 08:00
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Hmm I only hope no harm comes the way of the two
24 Nov 2017 | 08:31
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Continue p
24 Nov 2017 | 08:32
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Hmmm.. I just hope nothing bad will happen to Biola and Isabell
24 Nov 2017 | 09:45
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When confusion sets in. Next pls
24 Nov 2017 | 09:49
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complicated
24 Nov 2017 | 11:04
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people are wicked oo. chai
24 Nov 2017 | 15:18
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LAGOS WEDDING WAHALA – Episode 11 “Miranda, what do you mean Princewill is missing?” Isabell asked. Her voice reeked of pain, as she clung to her bed with her phone pressed firmly against her right ear. “I have contacted his Family, Isabell, and they too have not seen or heard from him in days. They are just as worried as you are. They are all over town looking for him. His parents have already contacted the police. This is serious, Isabell.” “How can this be? Just like that?” “I am confused, Isabell, but the police are doing their best. When was the last time you heard from him?” Isabell thought for a moment. “It was some days back. He was on his way to Allen Avenue when we talked over the phone. He was going to MTN building on Allen Avenue to collect the money I won. He was excited to cash the prize money.” “Do you happen to have the number of the man he was to meet at MTN? The man who contacted you about the prize money? I am wondering if…you know, maybe someone attacked him after he picked up the money. I think we should contact the man at MTN to make sure he actually picked up the money. From there, the police will try to trace his movements…hopefully.” “Okay, I am sending you the phone number and email address that the guy from MTN gave me.” “Good, I will forward it to the police right away.” “Please, in addition to forwarding it to the police, could you call up the number to see what the man has to say?” “Of course, I will do that. Remain calm, Isabell, we will do our best to find him.” “Thank you very much, Miranda.” “You are welcome. A short while after the chat, Miranda’s phone buzzed. It was a text from Isabell. She forwarded the information to the police immediately and proceeded to call the number afterwards. Jimoh peered curiously at the phone as it vibrated energetically on the table. He rarely ever got a call on that phone. It was his secret number for specific jobs. He had used it to call Isabell, but with Isabell having left the country, Jimoh was not expecting her to call him on that number. He frowned fleetingly, wondering who could be calling him. “Hello,” he said into the mouthpiece. “Hello, may I know who I am speaking with, please?” she asked. “You called me; could you tell me who you are looking for,” Jimoh shot back at her. “I am not sure really, but a friend of mine, Isabell received a call from this number before leaving the country. The caller had said that she won prize money in an MTN bonanza and she was to pick up the money from the MTN office on Allen Avenue. Well, she was leaving the country, so she made an arrangement for her boyfriend to pick up the money and ever since the day he went to pick up the prize money on Allen Avenue, he has not been seen. So, do you work for MTN?” “Yes…yes, I do,” Jimoh answered rather impulsively. “So, do you know whether Princewill picked up the money and when?” “I am not in the office right now, but I can find out and get back to you in an hour or two.” “Thank you very much. You can reach me on this number.” “I will do that.” After Jimoh had hung up, he sat back pondering his next action. He was billed to meet with Dayo in about an hour. He needed to work out a solution to Miranda’s snooping around fast enough, so that Dayo would not y off the handle on hearing about it. … “Jimoh, I was thinking that Seyi was the sole brain behind my recent problems. You know, there are some incriminating recordings he has on me…with that girl, Isabell. Look!” Dayo tossed a sheaf of pictures at Jimoh. “Is that Isabell?” Jimoh asked. His eyes widened, glaring piercingly at the pictures. “Yes, she is not in the US. She is in the UK…with Biola, my son in-law to be. I need to know what is going on. Is Biola behind all this? I want to strangle him with my bare hands.” “I think you need to calm down, sir. We need to stick to our original plan. You stand to gain nothing by killing him now.” “Then, when is the best time to do it?” “We need to go after Seyi’s lawyers. If they actually have the recordings you mentioned to me, then we should kill them all simultaneously. That way, not a single one of them will be able to release anything.” “But Seyi will go bunkers! He will release the video recordings!” “Who said he would not be killed at the same time as his lawyers?” “But Biola is still in the picture. How do we take care of him?” “Let’s wait for the wedding to take place first, sir. Once Biola is married to Bimbo, we will allow some time to make sure he is the sole beneficiary in Seyi’s will Then we go after them all at the same time ” “That would look too suspicious Jimoh ” “Of course it would but sure he is the sole beneficiary in Seyi s will. Then, we go after them all…at the same time. That would look too suspicious, Jimoh. Of course it would, but we will make it look like his business associates came after him. Leave that to me.” Dayo wore a frown on his face. He sat back and pondered Jimoh’s plan. Then, he heaved a huge sigh, not out of relief though. His mind was plagued by a million convoluted thoughts; each of them yelling for attention. “I need to think this through. It is getting more complicated. I don’t even know Seyi’s lawyers. Knowing him, he must have left the recordings with several other people I don’t know of…yet,” he said, his frown growing uglier. “You are right, sir.” “I will have Dele and Raymond track Isabell down in London.” “Okay sir. Actually, there is something else that came up. Not to worry though, I have it under control.” ‘What is it, Jimoh?” You remember the guy we took care of last week…Isabell’s boyfriend?” “Yes, what about him?” “A friend of Isabell’s called asking about him.” “Called where? How did she get your number?” “I had to give her a number for her boyfriend to reach me on, sir.” Dayo took a long breath. He sat back on the reclining couch with his hand on his head. Not even a sip of Gulder would calm his frayed nerves. His chest rose and fell back rapidly. His eyes seemed to be burning like a smoldering cauldron. “What does she want?” “She was asking about Princewill.” “And what did you say to her?” “I told her that I’d call her back.” “We can’t allow any mistakes at this point, Jimoh. Kill that girl…As soon as you can.” “I already have a plan for that, sir.” “Then get on with it.” “Yes, sir!” Jimoh sat in the backseat of the same Mercedes 230 E Class they had rode in the day he shot Princewill. His driver steered the engine through the streets of Victoria Island. Soon, they were on Lagos mainland. “Hello,” Miranda’s voice echoed over the line. “Have you found Princewill?” she asked. “Not really, but we have some very important information for you. I had a chat with my boss, and he unearthed some information that might offer you clues as to where Mr. Princewill might be,” Jimoh lied. “Really, can you send me the information?” “I am afraid I can’t. You need to come to our office on Allen Avenue. I will introduce you to my boss and he will take it from there. “I am sure you know how to locate the MTN building on Allen Avenue.” “Yes…yes, I do,” Miranda answered. “How about 12:00 noon tomorrow?” “That sounds good to me.” “Great. I will be expecting you.” “I will be there. I am very keen to find out what happened to Princewill or what he has done.” “Yes…we will share everything with you.” “See you tomorrow then.” “See you!” … Miranda got off the taxi, clutching her purse as she walked towards MTN building on Allen Avenue. The Mercedes 230 E Class was parked along the street right in front of MTN building. It was scorching hot as the sun poured down on mother earth with obstinate intensity. Jimoh scanned every female face that walked through the gate. His heart was beating fast. A ball of sweat rolled gently down his forehead and then onto his chin before taking a dive off his face, landing on his shoulder. He squinted against a backdrop of the sun, focusing intensely on the gate. Miranda walked through the gate, looking around for the door she had been asked to locate upon arrival. She fetched a handkerchief from her purse and drained a procession of sweat marching furiously all over her face. She too squinted to keep out the persistent sun rays. “Hello, are you looking for anyone?” Jimoh asked, managing a plastic smile. “Yes, I am looking for one Mr. Bitrus Birang,” answered Miranda. “That is me. Pleased to meet you, Miss Miranda,” said Jimoh who stretched forth his hand for a handshake. “Pleased to meet you too. It is very hot, please can we go inside?” Miranda requested. “That won’t be necessary. There is a restaurant around the corner. Let’s go there and chat in the comfort of an air-conditioned environment. My boss is already waiting there.” “I thought you said he was here?” “He went out for lunch. He said to join him there. It is only a stone’s throw away. We will be there in no time.” “I hope this won’t take long. Are we going to walk to the restaurant?” “No…why would I want to put you or myself through that? It is terribly hot indeed. I have a car waiting outside.” Miranda followed him. On reaching the Mercedes 230 E Class, Jimoh opened the back seat door and held it for Miranda to enter. The driver quickly turned the ignition, ring the engine to life. The air conditioner began to shunt and hum gently. “Finally, I get some respite from that blazing sun,” Miranda said, savoring the gentle hands of the air conditioner that stroked her body tenderly. “Yes, you are right. It has been a terribly hot day.” “Yusuf, drive us to Mama Cass Cafeteria,” Jimoh instructed his driver. “Yes, sir!” Replied Yusuf, who placed his right foot on the accelerator, lunging the Mercedes 230 E Class forward. He drove towards Mama Cass Cafeteria on number 5 Allen Avenue, Lagos. Then suddenly, he sped off, screeching past the Mama Cass Cafeteria on 5 Allen Avenue. “Where are you going?” Miranda asked, her voice inundated with concern. Jimoh raised a gun, pointing it menacingly at her. “One more word from you, and I will blow your brains through the window!” He warned her. His voice was ice-cold; utterly devoid of emotion. STORY CONTINUES…
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LAGOS WEDDING WAHALA – Episode 12 “Please, please don’t kill me,” Miranda pleaded. “Shut your mouth! Lie back there and speak no more,” Jimoh ordered her. She leaned back, her eyes firmly fixed on the nuzzle of the gun. Her hands shook as Yusuf steered the heavy Mercedes engine out of Lagos, heading for Epe – the very same place where they had shot Princewill. “Did you tell anyone else about me? About the fact that I had called Isabell and that I met with Princewill?” Jimoh asked. “Yes, I told my best friend where I was going and who I was meeting with,” Miranda answered, looking for a leverage. “Who is your best friend? What does he or she do?” “He works for the National Drug Law Enforcement Agency,” Miranda lied. “Does he have my number? The number you called me on? Miranda nodded. A frown appeared on Jimoh’s face. This was getting more complicated than he would like. “Where is he now?” “I don’t know; maybe at home or at work.” “Call him! Take out your phone and call him now! Tell him that you had fed him the wrong information. Tell him that Princewill has been found…that he was in his village in Abia State all this while.” Jimoh was getting agitated. Shaking feverishly, Miranda fetched her phone from her purse and dialed the phone number of the policeman she had been working with on the case. “I wanted to let you know that Princewill has been found. Actually, the man I mentioned to you…you remember the number I gave you?” “Yes,” answered the policeman. “That man had nothing to do with Princewill’s disappearance. Actually, Princewill has been in his village all this while,” Miranda did as she had been told with Jimoh’s gun staring menacingly at her. “Okay!” replied the policeman. “Good…good girl!” Jimoh said. “Will you spare my life?” She asked, her eyes begging for dear life. “Just lie back quietly,” Jimoh instructed coldly. The Mercedes lunged forward at nearly one hundred and thirty kilometers per hour. Miranda could hear her heart racing, pounding against her ribs with an obstinate persistence. She closed her eyes and said a quiet prayer. Suddenly, the Mercedes came to a sudden stop. She opened her eyes and tried to peer through the window. From her position, she could not see much. Jimoh had depressed the seat and made her lie back. “Is it the same place?” Jimoh asked Yusuf. “I don’t know,” replied the taciturn driver. “What do you mean you don’t know?” “The whole place looks alike, oga (sir).” “Pull in towards the forest, let’s not waste time here.” Yusuf acquiesced, steering the Mercedes off the road and onto an untarred terrain into the forest. Miranda’s heart raced even faster. A short distance into the path, Yusuf stopped on sighting an open area. Jimoh jumped out, yanked the door open and dragged Miranda further into the forest. Turn off the car and wait for me,” he instructed Yusuf. “Please, don’t kill me…please don’t kill me,” Miranda begged. Jimoh struck her in the mouth. “Shut your mouth!” he snarled at her, with a menacing look on his face. Deeper into the forest, he dragged her to the base of a tall Iroko tree. She leaned against the massive tree, her blouse hanging askew after meandering through the brushes. Her bosom was slightly revealed. Jimoh’s eyes caught sight of it as she breathed heavily. He stared amorously at her chest. Abruptly, he dropped his gun on the side, grabbed her bosom and began to squeeze eagerly. Sensing a ‘reprieve’, albeit momentary, Miranda yielded to him completely. She moaned pleasurably to please him. Jimoh ripped her clothes off, tearing monstrously at them. Soon, she was lying on her back, completely naked. Jimoh was on his feet, frenziedly unfastening his belt. Working feverishly, he freed himself of the cover of his trousers, tossing them aside. Then, he jumped out of his boxer shorts and sent them flying in the air. He leaned over her, breathing excitedly. Miranda closed her eye, fighting back tears, yet moaning in a desperate effort to please Jimoh. While he ploughed away on top of her, she looked at his gun which lay a short distance from them. … “Biola! Biola! Biola, my darling!” Those were the first words out of Modupe’s mouth. She had finally snapped out of coma. “Modupe! Is that you talking, Modupe?” Ajoke, her mother who was seated across the room from her shouted as she sprang to her feet. She had been keeping an eye on her, praying for her recovery. “Biola is in London, my daughter. He will soon be here. Can you hear me, Modupe?” she asked her. She looked morosely at her mother, unaware where she was or what she had said earlier. Ajoke made a mad dash for the door. She opened it and stuck her neck into the hallway and yelled at the nearest nurse. “My daughter is awake,” she shouted in heavily accented English. The English nurse barely understood her, but she ran towards the room nonetheless. She was aware of Modupe’s condition. Everybody was aware of Modupe’s condition at the hospital. The nurse was elated to see Modupe awake. “You are awake!” she shouted excitedly. A look of confusion hugged Modupe’s face. She could not fathom why the white nurse was there. “Where am I?” She asked the nurse who was handing her a cup of water. Another nurse dashed in having heard the commotion. Olayinka, her father who had gone outside to buy a few snacks in a nearby grocery store was elated to find her awake. Another nurse was soon on hand to assess Modupe. … “What are you still doing in London?” Bimbo asked Biola who was riding in Deji’s car to the hospital. “I will be back next week, honey,” he assured her. Deji was behind the wheels. “But you are supposed to have been back already. I am planning to y out to London next week to meet up with you, honey.” “There is no need for that,” Biola said, trying to dissuade her. “For what? I can join you there for a few days. We can visit some landmarks in London. That would be awesome honey.” “But I am very busy. I don’t want you to be alone in the hotel room while I am working. After our wedding, we will visit London together, okay?” “Okay,” she replied, acquiescing reluctantly. Soon after hanging up, her brother, Akin walked into her apartment. “Bimbs, so what is Biola doing in London?” he asked. “He is on a business trip.” “I see. You mind if I sit down?” “Of course. How are you doing, big brother?” “I am ne. I was wondering what Biola is still doing in London…you know, considering the falling out you had with him of late, I felt he should have travelled to London with you.” “Right?” Bimbo asked. “Of course! How come he just ran off to London on some phantom business trip just days after reconciling with you? I am not saying he is seeing someone else, but it just does not look right to me that he left like that without you. At least, he should have offered…you know, a romantic trip after making up with him.” “I am booking a flight to London right now. I want to find out what is going on there. I just got off the phone with him and I was just saying the same thing to him. I am glad that I am not the only one thinking like that. Thanks Akin…you always have my back. I don’t know what I’d do without you, big brother.” “I don’t know what I’d do without you, my darling sister,” Akin said with a wry smile on his face. Akin left a few minutes later while Bimbo called her travel agent to book a flight to London. Idiot…who told you I care about you? I can’t wait to destroy you so I’d be the sole heir to my father’s wealth; he thought to himself as he descended the stairs. “Did she take the bait?” Dayo asked when Akin returned to his building on the estate. “Yes, she is booking a flight to London as we speak.” “Good job…good job, Akin. You are such a good son. I knew you’d convince her,” Dayo lavished encomiums on his son. “It is my pleasure, dad,” Akin replied with a satisfying smirk. “I need to talk to Jimoh,” Dayo said grabbing his Samsung S8 in one hand with a glass of his favorite Gulder in the other hand. Sipping on the glass of Gulder, he searched through his Samsung S8 for Jimoh’s number. “I still don’t know how to operate this phone,” he said, frowning. I am not sure I like this Samsung S8,” he complained to Akin. “Give it to me. What do you want to do,” Akin asked. “I just want to call Jimoh and I can’t find my address book on this Samsun S8 that you bought for me.” “It is simple, dad. Here is the address book,” Akin said with a smile, showing him what to do. He took the Samsung S8, located Jimoh’s number and dialed it while pouring more Gulder in his glass. … “Yes! Yes!” Jimoh bellowed pleasurably as he neared climax. “You are very good…don’t stop!” Miranda replied, still fighting back tears. Then, there was a rustle of leaves nearby, but Jimoh was deeply engrossed in lovemaking. Miranda heard it, but she did not know where it came from. Then, Jimoh’s phone began to ring. His ringtone was Yemi Alade’s Johnny. While he was pounding his way to a climax, his phone boogied as it vibrated to Yemi Alade’s Johnny – Johnny leave me follow Cynthia. E talk sey I no dey do am the way Cynthia dey do. Johnny give Uche belle, talk sey e wan marry Nene. Nwokem kedu ife na eme…As he came, the rustling of leaves intensified. He tried to look around, but his body was weakened by his exertions of the last few minutes. Then, he heard a roaring voice… STORY CONTINUES…
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24 Nov 2017 | 15:49
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Nxt
24 Nov 2017 | 16:29
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I wish d thing should just be weird animal nd kill jimoh instantly
24 Nov 2017 | 18:14
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I just which bimbo didn't catch biola when she reach london
24 Nov 2017 | 18:16
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Biola is in deep shit
24 Nov 2017 | 18:31
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your cup is fill up
24 Nov 2017 | 18:32
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I have miss another on this story
25 Nov 2017 | 04:15
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Who was that
25 Nov 2017 | 05:03
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next oo0
25 Nov 2017 | 05:39
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Wow she is finally awake
25 Nov 2017 | 07:35
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That should be the end of u oo
25 Nov 2017 | 07:36
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Next oo
25 Nov 2017 | 07:36
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hmmm continue... Miranda your chance to kill him.
25 Nov 2017 | 08:11
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Patiently following. I pray jimoh meets his water loo instantly
25 Nov 2017 | 09:29
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Hmmmm next pls
25 Nov 2017 | 09:51
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LAGOS WEDDING WAHALA – Episode 13 “If you move, I will shoot!” The voice shouted. Jimoh sprang to his feet, mustering all his strength to reach his gun. By the time he grabbed it, bullets sprayed at him, catching him in the shoulder and the leg. He dropped his gun as blood gushed out of his shoulder, leg and arms. “Get him,” a voice shouted. Miranda was shaking feverishly, trying to cover her nakedness with her clothes. She grabbed her blouse in sheer shock and placed it over herself. Her hands quivered as a train of tears snaked down her face. Plain cloth policemen dashed towards Jimoh, taking hold of him. “You are safe now, Miss Miranda,” one of them said looking away from Miranda. Sergeant Sule, the officer in charge of Princewill’s case, whom Miranda had been in touch with appeared with more policemen. They scurried through beaten paths among shrubs, brandishing their guns eagerly. They all looked away quickly, allowing Miranda time to get dressed. “What took you so long?” Miranda asked after jumping back into her clothes, tears still streaming down her face. Even after getting dressed, she still wrapped her arms around herself as though to cover herself further. “He raped me…he raped me!” She cried to Sule, who took her in his arms. “I am sorry, we were following you with the tracker in your purse, but this is a thick forest. It was hard to pinpoint your exact location until we found the driver in the Mercedes,” Sule explained. “He raped me. He raped me,” Miranda cried uncontrollable. “I thought I could trust the Nigerian police. I trusted you to get me out of the situation quickly enough,” she added. “Of course you can trust the Nigerian police. Not all Nigerian policemen are bad,” Sule replied calmly, well aware they had let her down, and that she could have been killed after the rape. Miranda was taken straight to hospital and so was Jimoh, who was heavily guarded. Yusuf was detained at Alagbon police station. Officers at Alagbon police station grilled him brutally, beating him without restraint in a frantic effort to extract information from him on Princewill’s whereabouts. They were eager to find out who they worked for. Alagbon police station is perhaps the most dreaded police station in Nigeria. Despite the beating though, Yusuf would not divulge any information. … “Hello,” Dayo’s voice came over the line. “Who am I speaking with?” Sergeant Sule asked. “You called me and you are asking me who you are speaking with. Please explain yourself before I hang up,” Dayo said derisively. “I am Sergeant Sule from the Alagbon police station,” Sule explained. “We have one Mr. Jimoh Adeyinka in our custody for rape, kidnapping, attempted murder and possible murder of one Mr. Princewill Oleka who went missing some days back. “Your phone number was the last number to call Mr. Jimoh, and looking through his call records, we can see that you have been in touch with him a lot for quite some time now, but particularly over the last few days. We would like you to come in and answer a few questions at Alagbon Police station.” “I know nothing about Mr. Jimoh…erm; did you say his full name is what?” Dayo asked. “His full name is Mr. Jimoh Adeyinka and we have already looked up your number with Etisalat, sir. You are Chief Dayo Oluremi. I do not think it is necessary to be evasive, sir. Unless you want us to place you under arrest, please could you come to Alagbon police station by 11:30AM tomorrow for routine questioning?” “I will be there with my lawyer in the morning,” Dayo replied resignedly. As soon as he hung up, he got up and kicked the chair across in front of him. “Stupid Jimoh! What has he done? What sort of policeman is this by the way? Nigerian police working like oyibo police?” He yelled in frustration. He called his lawyer immediately to make plans for the next day. Afterwards, he called the inspector general of police whom he knew very well to inform him that one of his boys at Alagbon police station was troubling him. “It should not be a big problem, Dayo,” the inspector general of police assured him. Go in with your lawyer and talk to them. Let me know how that goes. I am sure this is something we can handle,” he assured him. “I am counting on you, inspector.” … “Modupe, I am here now,” Biola said. I am very glad to have you back.” He hugged her firmly and she hugged him back. Her face was embellished with smiles as she wrapped her arms around him. “I dreamed of you all through the time I was in coma. I…I…missed you, sort of,” she said with a smile. “I have always missed you Modupe I am willing to do anything to prove that to you ” “Before the attack I was willing to do anything to stay away from you but now always missed you, Modupe. I am willing to do anything to prove that to you. Before the attack, I was willing to do anything to stay away from you, but now that I have come that close to death, I guess my perspective has changed. I could have died. I could still die tomorrow…and that applies to all of us. We ought to make the most of every day. I did fall in love with you, Biola, but I was worried about coming in-between you and Bimbo.” “That is what makes you special, Modupe. Most Naija girls would have jumped at that opportunity, crushing my relationship with Bimbo to take over, but not you. You would not do that – that endeared you to me even more,” Biola replied excitedly. Biola’s phone rang and he took the call. “Hi honey, I just arrived in London. So, where are you staying?” Bimbo asked. Biola was somewhat agitated… bemused, to say the least. “You did not tell me you were coming to London.” He quickly stepped outside for some privacy. “Are you not pleased that I am here?” “Of course I am, but…but…” “But what, honey? I can tell from your voice that you are not happy that I am in London. What is it?” “Nothing, darling…nothing.” “Are you sure?” “Of course.” “Then, tell me where you are staying so I can meet you there.” “I am staying in a hotel in East London. I will send you the name and the address in a moment. Do you want me to pick you up?” “I wouldn’t mind.” “Okay, I will be at Heathrow in a while.” A million thoughts zipped through Biola’s mind. “What are you going to do?” Deji asked him afterwards. “Let’s drive to Heathrow and pick her up.” “What about Modupe? Are you going to check into a hotel first?” “Yes, let’s do that, run over to your place, pick my things and drop them off at the hotel before going to pick her up.” “This is messy, Biola. I think you should come out straight and tell her you don’t love her.” Biola took a deep breath. He was tired – emotionally zapped. “You are right; I can’t keep on doing this. It makes no sense. I will have to end this, soon enough.” He entered the hospital room and told Modupe that he had to run a few errands. “Your parents will take care of things. I will see you in the morning,” he explained to Modupe. “What is going on, Biola? A few minutes ago, you were excited to chat with me, and now you have to run errands. And, I won’t see you until tomorrow? She is here, right?” Modupe asked, referring to Bimbo. Biola could not look her in the eye. He faced the floor, avoiding her eyes. “I will explain everything to you when I come back, Modupe,” he said in a somber tone. “Look me in the eye and tell me that you truly love me,” she demanded. “Of course I love you, Modupe. I have never been this in love with anyone. I love you with every drop of blood that runs in my veins!” “I will see you later then,” Modupe said, her voice imbued with strength and hope. “Yes, love…yes, you will.” Biola ran off with Deji to his car. … “I really wish we could make love, Biola,” Bimbo said as she walked out of the bathroom, wearing a skimpy see-through night gown. “I like your idea though, but you know…I still miss making love with you. I can’t wait to be married to you, Biola.” She joined him on the couch in the hotel room, rubbing her bosom against his body. “I have to ask you something, Bimbo.” “What is it darling?” “Did you hire someone to attack Modupe?” She sat up and peered into his face. “What is this all about? I thought we agreed to never talk about her. Why are you asking me about her now?” “For the last time, Bimbs, did you try to kill her? She is someone’s daughter and someone almost killed her because of me, I suppose, so, I deserve to know what happened…that is, if you were involved. I deserve to know the truth, if we are to get married. We need to place all the cards on the table.” “Of course not! I did no such thing! What do you take me for? Are you still in love with her?” “You had nothing to do with the attack?” “Hell, no!!!” Biola took a deep breath, scrutinizing her face carefully. “I have to apologize massively for what I am about to say, Bimbs. I…I…” “What is it? I knew something was going on. You never wanted me to come to London, right?” “I am not in love with you, Bimbo!” Bimbo saw tiny stars dangling in her face. Then they faded, only for new ones to reappear. She could not feel anything. She went numb. She could hear nothing except for the rampage drumming violently in her mind. A dense stream of tears cascaded down her face. “I am really sorry,” Biola said pitiably. “Be sorry for yourself!!! What kind of guy are you? You have no soul! It is Modupe, right? You are here in London with her aren’t you?” “Not really. I brought her to London for surgery…to save her life. Her parents have been in London taking care of her. I came over to check in on her.” “Get out! Get out of here! I never want to see you again. Get the hell out, Biola. I never want to see you again!” “I am really sorry, Bimbo. I did not mean to toy with your emotions. I wanted to find out if you were involved in the attack on Modupe.” “So I am a pun, right? Your chess piece? You move me in whatever direction you wish to get what you want while lying to me. I curse the day I met you, Biola!!!” She was yelling hysterically. She picked up one of her slippers and threw it at him. “Get out!” She yelled, her voice getting louder. “I don’t care what happens to that Modupe of a girl. If she is going to die, then, let her die!!!” Bimbo added. Biola got up and walked to the door. “I am really sorry. Please forgive me, Bimbo,” he said before leaving. He felt a pang of guilt as he walked along the hallway, dragging his luggage with him back to Deji’s apartment. Bimbo could not bear the searing pain waltzing through her body and mind. Impulsively, she picked up her phone and called the police. “Mam, how can we help you,” a female voice asked over the line. “I have been raped,” she replied. “Where are you? Do you know the rapist?” “Yes, his name is Biola Awe. We have been friends for some time, and we even dated. He wanted to have sex with me, which I refused, but he forced himself on me.” “Do you know where he is?” “No, I don’t. He just left my hotel room though, so he can’t be far away.” “We traced your call, so we have your location. What does he look like?” Bimbo went on to describe Biola to the police dispatcher. STORY CONTINUES…
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LAGOS WEDDING WAHALA – Episode 14 “Stop there!” A policeman shouted at Biola. Before he could turn, a group of policemen swarmed all over him. He was quickly handcuffed and informed that he was being placed under arrest. Onlookers at the Stratford train station watched in surprise. “What is going on? What have I done?” he asked. “You are under arrest for rape,” a policeman told him as he was dragged to a waiting police vehicle. “Rape? You must be out of your mind. You have the wrong guy. I have never raped anyone!” Biola protested. Soon, he found himself in an interrogation room at Gipsy Hill Police Station. “Is that the young man who raped you?” A policewoman asked Bimbo. She was looking through the one-way glass window. “Yes, it is him,” she replied shedding tears profusely. “It is okay. Everything is going to be alright. He certainly won’t get away with it,” the police woman assured her as she led her away for DNA and rape tests. She passed the information to her colleagues who were interrogating Biola that Bimbo had identified him as her rapist. “You have been identified as the rapist, so you had better stop lying,” the interrogating officer told Biola. “Me? Rape someone? Who?” “You were at Holiday Inn Express in Stratford earlier tonight, right?” “Yes, I booked a room at Holiday Inn Express in Stratford earlier tonight for myself and my ex-girlfriend, but we had some sort of a disagreement, so I decided to leave. You can ask her; she will confirm my story. Seriously, you have the wrong guy here.” The policeman smiled. Then he asked, “What was the disagreement with your ex-girlfriend all about? Sex? You asked her for sex and she said no, then you forced yourself on her? Don’t tell me you booked a room at Holiday Inn Express without an ulterior motive.” “This is ludicrous! Is this about Bimbo? Was she the one that called you?” The policeman looked calmly at him while nodding. “She just identified you as her rapist through that window there,” he said. “No!!!” Biola shouted. “She is framing me! You have to listen to me, I did not rape her. Test her…I swear, if you test her, there will be no evidence of rape or my DNA on her.” “We are doing that as we speak, but she did tell us though that you forced her to shower after the rape, so there is a high chance that we will not find your DNA on her.” “But you can confirm if she had been sexually active in the last few hours, right?” “I guess so, but that is not very straightforward.” ‘No, you have to find a way to confirm that. I did not touch her. God knows I am saying the truth. I need to reach my father now. Please can I make a call?” “Yes, you are entitled to that. I will arrange for you to contact you family.” Seyi called Barrister Dempsey immediately after speaking with Biola. He had used Barrister Dempsey several times in the past to work through some business-related bottlenecks. His heart was drumming relentlessly as he waited for Dempsey to get on the phone. “Hi Dempsey, my son is in detention for rape in London,” he announced as soon as he heard Dempsey’s voice over the phone. “Rape? How come? Is it your son Biola? The one I met last time I was in Lagos?” “Yes. He is innocent. He is being accused of rape by a friend’s daughter whom he was going to marry. You see, he called off their engagement… for the second time. I think she snapped and decided to frame him.” “Is she in London now?” “Yes.” “Where is he being held?” Seyi examined the piece of paper on which he had been scribbling while talking to Biola. “Gipsy Hill Police Station…I believe it is in Southeast London,” he answered. “I am on my way there now.” “Thank you. I am flying to London in the next few hours.” “See you when you get here.” … “Chief Dayo, how well do you know Mr. Jimoh Adeyinka?” Sergeant Sule asked Dayo. “I have no idea who Jimoh Adeyinka is,” he shot back at Sule. He was flanked by his lawyers who looked on aggressively. “I believe you know Sule, Chief. You called him no less than fifteen times over the past four weeks. How come your phone called him but you don’t know him?” “My phone got misplaced in that period before it was recovered at one of my restaurants. I am sure some nincompoop who got hold of my phone in that period made calls to some unscrupulous elements before it was recovered.” “Your phone disappeared and reappeared at your restaurant? The thief did not disappear with it?” “I put out a threat to all my staff that the thief would go to jail…I made it clear to them that the thief would be found out. I guess they panicked and returned it, leaving it under a table at the restaurant, where it could be found by the cleaner.” “I am sure you’d agree with me that your story sounds ludicrous, chief. I hope to obtain the location of those calls over the next few weeks. That will tell us if the calls were made from the comfort of your house or from somewhere else,” Sule explained. “Until then, I put it to you that my client is free to leave,” one of Dayo’s lawyers shot at Sule “Before he leaves I would like to ask you one more thing Do you know Yusuf Olayinka?” “No who is that?” Dayo replied He of Dayos lawyers shot at Sule. Before he leaves, I would like to ask you one more thing. Do you know Yusuf Olayinka? No, who is that? Dayo replied. He looked unfazed, his eyes burning fiercely with aggression. Outside Yusuf and the heavily bandaged Jimoh watched the interrogation through the one-way glass window. A policeman dashed into the building and made his way hurriedly to the interrogation room. He ran past Jimoh and Yusuf who were closely watched by an armed police unit. He pushed open the door to the interrogation room and walked in, breathing fast. He had been running. Inside, he bent over and whispered into Sule’s ear. Sule nodded, listening attentively. The policeman left as fast as he had appeared. “So, Chief Dayo, you claim that you do not know Jimoh and Yusuf?” Sule asked him yet again. “I already told you that.” “Well, my men have found the body of one Mr. Princewill Oleka. He was buried in a shallow grave a short distance from the spot where Jimoh and Yusuf were arrested some days back. He was shot at point blank range, and I can tell you that my team is working tirelessly to demonstrate that he was shot with the same gun that we recovered from Jimoh at the time of his arrest. Once we prove that, he and Yusuf are likely going to face the ring squad. Do you want to help them out? I believe you are connected to them somehow, or do you want to watch them go down by themselves?” “How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t know those people?!” Dayo shouted. “It is okay, sir. You may leave now.” The police unit quickly took Jimoh and Yusuf away before Dayo and his lawyers emerged from the interrogation room. His phone rang as he left Alagbon police station. “Bimbo, how are you doing in London?” He asked speaking into the phone. The smell of urine filled the air from one of the cells in the building. “This place is nasty!” He said to his lawyers as they entered a waiting Mercedes SUV. “I am with the police in London, daddy. Biola raped me.” “What do you mean Biola raped you?” “He wanted to sleep with me and I refused. Then, he forced himself on me. I wanted to wait until we are married, but he would not hear of that.” “Did he beat you up?” “He was somewhat rough with me as well.” “How dare he?” “I am going to call you back shortly. I will send Akin to London immediately.” “Thank you daddy!” … “Deji, where is Biola?” Modupe asked. “He said he was coming back the other night and he has not shown up since then. I am due for discharge tomorrow. Is he alright?” “Something happened, Modupe,” Deji answered with a worried look on his face. Modupe felt a chill down her spine. “What happened? Is Biola alright?” “He is in police detention. Bimbo accused him of raping her.” “What? Biola would never do a thing like that! She is callous. Please, can I see him as soon as I am out of here?” “I will take you to the Gipsy Hill Police Station, where he is being held once you are discharged. Perhaps we could go tomorrow. His father has just arrived in town. His indictment hearing is two days. We will all attend.” “I want to see him as soon as possible. I can’t wait. How is he doing in detention? Oh my God! My Biola…he does not deserve this,” Modupe cried. … Sule sat behind the desk with a sheaf of paper in front of him. He stared keenly at Jimoh through his glasses. Jimoh returned his stare intermittently, facing the ground most of the time. “You know we are going to tie your gun to the shooting of Mr. Princewill Oleka, Jimoh. Clearly, your boss has abandoned you. You saw it yourself, so, if you are smart, you should be thinking of saving yourself. If you come clean with me, we will make sure you get a reduced sentence instead of a death sentence. If you don’t, you will face the ring squad while Chief Dayo enjoys himself. He will find another hitman before you know it. Here is your chance to save yourself. What happened? Did you shoot Princewill Oleka? Why? Who sent you?” Sule turned on his recorder, sat back and listened. His eyes scrutinized Jimoh closely. His hands and legs were firmly restrained in cuffs. He raised his face. Their eyes met and he quickly avoided Sule’s eyes, facing the ground. STORY CONTINUES…
26 Nov 2017 | 18:44
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Now you bear it alone jimoh
27 Nov 2017 | 03:15
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I love the way it's going what goes around comes around
27 Nov 2017 | 03:47
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make I hear say them say... I go spill the beans and Dayo go join me for cell
27 Nov 2017 | 04:27
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27 Nov 2017 | 06:29
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Jimoh you better tell them true
27 Nov 2017 | 09:15
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Bimbo is very callous
27 Nov 2017 | 12:58
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Jimoh tell him the truth
27 Nov 2017 | 17:47
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Jimoh say the truth and d truth shall set u free
27 Nov 2017 | 19:17
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so of all the things dat could come out from bimbo's mind is to frame biola dat he rape her...is it bcos he told her he didn't luv her or will dis make dem to be together again..
28 Nov 2017 | 04:37
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I think wit d help of inspector general of police jimoh will be release except if sule is also an high ranking man in d squad...
28 Nov 2017 | 04:39
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let check it out what will happen to dem btw d duos
28 Nov 2017 | 04:39
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28 Nov 2017 | 05:10
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LAGOS WEDDING WAHALA – Episode 15 “My lord, the crown seriously opposes the granting of bail to Mr. Biola Awe because he is a serious flight risk. He was due to return to Nigeria in a few days after allegedly raping Miss Abimbola Busayo Oluremi. If he is granted bail, we fear that he will flee the country,” the lawyer representing the government argued. “My lord, the defendant does not have a criminal record in Nigeria. His father has extensive business ties to the UK – property, establishments and stakes in a string of British companies. He does not pose a flight risk at all. He has been to this country multiple times and his family is well known in Nigeria. There is not a chance that he will flee the country. I guarantee that he will remain in the country until this case is concluded,” Dempsey, Biola’s lawyer argued. Both lawyers argued back and forth over Biola’s bail. In the end, the judge ruled that Biola be granted bail at the cost eighty thousand pounds. “The court is adjourned until May 24, 2015,” the judge announced. Modupe ran across the courtroom as soon as the judge left the courtroom to hug Biola. “I am very glad to see that you are ne. I believe you, Biola. I know you did not do it,” she said melting into his arms. He was relieved to see her on both feet. She looked even more beautiful. He held her tightly, relieved to feel her warmth. “I am glad you could come, my love. I was thinking of you every minute,” said Biola. “I missed you a lot, Biola.” “Same here. Dad, this is my girlfriend, Modupe,” said Biola. “Pleased to meet you,” Seyi said stretching forth his hand for a handshake. “Please to meet you too, sir,” Modupe replied, bending slightly out of respect. Her parents watched keenly from the back of the courtroom. Seyi paid Biola’s bail and they all left. Akin, Bimbo and Dayo who had own into town for the court hearing looked on. An ugly scowl took refuge on Bimbo’s face as she watched Biola and Modupe in each other’s arms. … “Dayo, I think you should talk to your daughter. You and I know that Biola did not rape her. I believe she snapped upon finding out that Biola is seeing someone else. I am not making an excuse for my son for the way he called off their engagement for the second time. That must hurt. I have certainly had a word with Biola about that, but I don’t think it is enough reason to ruin his life for good. He is not a rapist and you and I know it. The police detectives did not find any evidence of sexual activity or Biola’s DNA on Bimbo. She will lose the case, obviously. There is no need to prolong a case she is going to lose. Please tell her to tell the truth. Let’s end this here and now,” Seyi pleaded. He and Dayo were meeting at restaurant near Piccadilly Circus in central London. Dayo looked through the glass window. His eyes followed a red London double decker bus that glided down the street towards Westminster Abbey. “So, you want us to call off an engagement that we all worked had to put in place for the good of our families…to extend the longstanding friendship between us?” Dayo asked. “Let’s face it, Dayo; the friendship is no longer what it used to be. You have tapes on me and me on you, ready to blow each other out of the waters at the slightest opportunity. Is that friendship? Is that what we ought to stand for? What we are trying to protect and prolong? Besides, we cannot force our children to marry each other. If Biola does not think he and Bimbo are made for each other, then, we cannot force him to marry her. Bimbo is a beautiful girl, so I am sure she will find a great guy soon. In fact, our friendship stands a chance to survive if we don’t pressure them into a marriage that we obviously know would likely head for the rocks. That would be terrible. They would come to hate each other and us so much that they would probably never want to have anything to do with us and our families at large.” “I have to tell you that I am not happy with Biola. I will think about what you said, but you have to bear in mind that Bimbo is adamant about the rape. If she holds on to her story, then, there is nothing I can do about it.” “Well, if she does, then so be it. Talk to her anyway.” “I will, and you should tell your son that I am not too happy with him.” “I am sorry about the way things went down. I will certainly talk to him.” … “Bimbo, you have to face the truth; from what the lawyers tell me, there is little chance that you will win the case. You do not want to drag all of us through a mess in London only to lose the case eventually. Drop the charges against Biola and let’s return to Lagos,” Dayo explained to his daughter later that day. “Don’t you care about me, daddy? It is always about business. You hardly ever care about me; what I want, what happens to me and what I am going through. You want to return to Lagos to face your business, not caring about your daughter’s welfare,” Bimbo accused her father. If only you were truly my daughter, Dayo thought to himself. “Of course I care about you!” He retorted. “You can’t talk like that, Bimbs. Dad has a point. There is no evidence of a rape. It is your word against his, so the jury will not rule in your favor. We might as well close the case now,” Akin added. “That is easy for you to say, Akin. You think I don’t know you are the favored one? The male child, right? If you were molested I know what daddy would do. He would hire the best lawyers in the world to make sure the accused person went to jail. He has always favored you. You two can leave if you want. I am going to stay here and make sure Biola gets what he deserves!” Akin walked across the room and placed his hands on her shoulders. “Leave me alone!” Bimbo shouted, pulling away. “Calm down, Bimbo. You know I have always got your back. Please listen to me. Dad cares about you as much as he cares about me and our older sister. If there was the slightest chance that we could win this case, I guarantee that I would stay here for however long it takes to get justice for you. I think you found out about Modupe and snapped. It hurts…I get it….” “You don’t get it! You have no idea how I feel. He fooled me!!! He used me!!! He was with her all the time he was planning a phantom wedding with me. Twice!!! Twice he canceled our engagement. Have you any idea how it feels?” “I don’t Bimbo, but what would be worse is marrying the wrong guy and finding out afterwards. You are better off walking away now…now is better than later, my darling daughter,” Dayo explained. “It hurts so much!” Bimbo cried, raising her voice. “I can only imagine how much it hurts, sweetheart. At the end of the day, we have to wait for the perfect time to grab a pound of flesh if that is what you want. Now is not the time. If you lose, it will hurt even more, darling.” “I hate him very much, daddy. I want him to suffer!” Bimbo cried. Akin robbed her shoulder gently. “He will…I promise you that my dear. Revenge does not taste great when served hot. When it is cold, it sinks deeper with searing pain. Take it easy my daughter. We will find a way to get back at Biola for the way he treated you.” “You will?” “Yes, my child. Yes…I will.” “Thank you daddy.” … “I was very excited to get a text from you, Seyi,” Isabell said. Seyi’s arms were wrapped around her as they both lay under the blanket after a steamy session of sex. “Your son is very handsome, I must say. If not for you, I would have made a move on him,” Isabell teased. “He is a grown man. He makes his own choices. Don’t assume you’d be successful if you made a move on him.” ‘I was only kidding,” Isabell stressed. “I hope so. Girls of these days, you never know.” “So, when are you leaving town?” “I don’t know yet. I have a few things to iron out. If things go according to plan, I will be back in Lagos in about three days.” “I miss Lagos…I really do.” “Not to worry, soon, everything will be worked out and you can visit.” “You think so?” Dayo cannot afford to look for you forever. In a year or two, you should be able to visit home. He can’t post sentries at the airport waiting for you. Besides, he does not operate within your circles. Everything will quieten down soon.” “I really hope so. So, do you have something for me?” “Of course, I have five thousand pounds in the envelope I left on the table over there for you. I hope you are working hard at school.” “I am doing my best.” “Good. Keep at it.” … “Dad, so what are we going to do next? With the wedding called off, our plan to take over Seyi’s wealth is dead,” Akin pointed out to his father. They were taking a walk around Regent’s Park in central London. Bimbo had dropped all charges against Biola, so they were billed to leave for Lagos the next day. “I have been thinking about it,” Dayo replied. A soft breeze careened past them, swaying the pine trees that line the sides of the roads in Regent’s Park. “We have to find another way. I can’t let Seyi get away with this. He has to pay for his sins somehow,” Dayo said, clenching his fist. “Yes, he has to.” “If we can’t access his wealth, then we should make him suffer. I am thinking of having Biola killed,” Dayo said, lowering his voice. He looked around to make sure that no one was listening in. “Seyi would know we are involved if Biola is killed,” Akin remarked. “It depends on how he dies. If we take out Biola, he is finished. He will become a working corpse. He will die before you know it. Perhaps, we could muster an aggressive takeover of his companies when he dies because there would be no one to inherit his wealth. The best way to take out Biola is to make it look natural. A sudden heart attack…induced cancer; you know, anything that would not look overly suspicious,” Dayo explained, still looking around to make certain no one was eavesdropping. STORY CONTINUES…
28 Nov 2017 | 09:00
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28 Nov 2017 | 09:03
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wickedness oo.... the love of money
28 Nov 2017 | 09:46
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This Dayo is very wicked... I pray your plan will not work
28 Nov 2017 | 09:57
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actually,bimbo could hv made things go easy way since biola as cancelled der wedding twice.everything is not abt bragging just bcos her second father was rich..no man will luv a girl dat is too proud,direspect and arrogant..
28 Nov 2017 | 10:41
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imagine,dis same bimbo did two reckless things at a time...she first sent a criminal to kill bimbo nd secondly frame biola for raping her out of anger..what if biola marry her nd did something bad dat means his life is at stalk ...
28 Nov 2017 | 10:44
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Seyi what is your problem
28 Nov 2017 | 11:31
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Dayo u're sick in the head
28 Nov 2017 | 12:18
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What an evil family
28 Nov 2017 | 13:53
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dayo u better don't try any rubbish.go and get a life
28 Nov 2017 | 14:08
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you want to reap from where you don't soul why someone like to extract from what is not belong to them chai
28 Nov 2017 | 15:25
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Hmmmm d evil vipers, ur plans will never work, ride on my G.
28 Nov 2017 | 16:11
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Hmmm. The heart of a man is so wicked. Kudos mr writer. Waiting patiently for the next episode
28 Nov 2017 | 16:55
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people bad sha
29 Nov 2017 | 10:07
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LAGOS WEDDING WAHALA – Episode 16 “Princewill is dead, Isabell. He was shot dead outside Lagos, somewhere towards Epe,” Miranda explained. “What? Dead? Oh my God! Dayo has killed him. Dayo has killed him,” Isabell shouted. “Why do you say that?” “I…I…I…I set him up with chief Seyi. He has been after me since then. That is the reason I moved to London. He killed Princewill to get at me,” Isabell yelled into the phone, visibly hysterical. “What do you mean you set him up?” Miranda asked. “I can’t tell you anymore, Miranda.” “What do you mean? I have been working my tails off to help find your boyfriend, and all you have to tell me is that you can’t tell me anymore?” “I am sorry Miranda, but this is too complicated. The lesser you know the safer you are. I am really sorry, but you are better off not knowing the truth. I am flying home in a few days.” “I think you should. If the poor guy was killed for your sake, then you need to be home to pay your last respect to him.” … “Seyi, I am flying home the same day as you. Princewill has been killed,” Isabell cried over the phone. “His body was found a few days back. I just found out. He was shot, Seyi. He was shot. This has got to be Dayo.” “Do they know who shot him?” “The police have two men in custody.” Isabell went on to explain the events of the past few days that Miranda had passed on to her to Seyi. “Did you say one of them goes by the name Jimoh?” Seyi asked. “Yes, do you know him?” “Not really, but the name rings a bell,” Seyi lied. “I don’t think you should be home until the case is over…it won’t be safe.” “No, I am returning home and I need you to provide security for me. My boyfriend was killed for my sake. I have to pay my last respect to him,” Isabell insisted. “I don’t think it is a good idea.” “I have to go!!!” Isabell cried. “Okay, I will see what I can do security wise. You must maintain a low profile while in Nigeria. Preferably, stay in the East and avoid Lagos. You are safer there. I will try to arrange some security for you,” Seyi promised. “Hi Dayo,” Seyi said over the phone. He was looking through the window of his penthouse, soaking in the beauty of Lagos on his return. “Hello Seyi,” Dayo replied. His voice was cold, transmitting a tinge of anger. “Why did you do it?” Seyi asked. “What do you mean?” “I told you that I would release those videos if you hurt Isabell.” “I have no idea what you are talking about, Seyi. I had nothing to do with Isabell.” “You had her boyfriend killed, Dayo.” “I don’t even know who her boyfriend is. I would have thought that you were her boyfriend,” Dayo replied sardonically. A frown traversed his face as he stared aimlessly at the TV. “I understand that Jimoh is in detention and the gun that was found on him upon arrest has been linked by the police to the gun that killed Isabell’s boyfriend. You and I know that Jimoh is your man. Why did you do it, Dayo?” “I have no idea what you are talking about. I don’t know who Jimoh is and as far as I know, I had no idea Isabell had another boyfriend other than yourself. Girls of these days, they probably keep seven boyfriends simultaneously.” “I am going to testify in court that you and Jimoh know each other. I have a thousand pictures of you two together.” ‘You can say whatever you want. I am not responsible for what Jimoh does.” “Then why are you lying about knowing him?” “I am not responsible for his actions!” Dayo yelled. He was on his feet pacing the floor by now. “I am done having this discussion with you,” he yelled into the phone. He hung up and sank back into a couch. His frown had grown more pronounced. … “Old boy ehh! I like this wine!” Segun shouted. “No be small thing, where you buy am? (Where did you buy it from?),” Donald shouted. “I don’t know, actually. Lara bought the wine. She arranged everything for me,” Biola replied. He was shouting to keep the music from drowning out is voice. They were partying in Biola’s apartment. His apartment was bursting at the seams. “Gentlemen, who wants more wine?” Lara asked with a tray-bearing waiter behind her. “I do,” said Segun. “Me too,” added Donald. “And me too,” shouted Izunna. “I will have one too,” added Biola. Everyone joined in, grabbing a glass of wine off the glass. “This is the last one Biola,” Michael, one of Biola’s friends remarked. “I guess I should leave it to you,” Michael suggested. “No, you carry on. The waiter will bring more wine,” Biola replied. Lara left with the waiter who returned later with more glasses of wine. “What wine is this?” Izunna asked the waiter. “It is called ice wine, sir,” replied the waiter. “I have never heard of it before. It is exquisite,” Segun said enthusiastically. “It is imported from Canada and Northeastern USA, sir,” the waiter explained. “Lara knows her wine,” said Michael. “She certainly does,” added Monica, Modupe’s secretary. The music continued to blast away. They ate, danced, laughed and drank for most of the night. At 11:00PM, Modupe decided to make her first appearance on the dance floor after much persuasion from her friends and Biola’s. “You have to dance with me!” She said pleadingly to Biola. “You start and I will join you afterwards,” Biola protested. “No, that is not how it works. Get your butt off the couch darling and come dance with me.” Biola rose to his feet. The entire guests circled to watch the dance. A shy smile hovered over Modupe’s face. She raised her hand in an attempt to place it on Biola’s shoulder. Instead, Biola dropped to his knees. “What are you doing?” Modupe asked. Biola produced a jewelry box. He opened it revealing a glitzy ring that sparkled brilliantly against the light. Modupe had her palms over her mouth. “Aww!” “Wow!” “Oh!” Most of the girls exclaimed. Everyone except Modupe knew that Biola was going to propose to her. Even though they knew, the sight of the immaculately beautiful ring left the girls breathless. “Modupe, you are my rock, and I mean that in every sense of it,” Biola said. Modupe still had her palms over her mouth. “Your values and morals, they are second to none. When I first asked you out, you ran from me…and rightly so. You would not go on a date with me because I was sort of, attached to someone else. You are the epitome of integrity. Truth is, from the moment I set my eyes on you, from the first time I heard you speak, I saw substance in you…substance owing out of you! You are classy, mature, responsible and insightful. “There is so much to you that I want to take the rest of my life unraveling and discovering every single piece of you…with you. Would you grant me the opportunity to go on that journey with you? Like a lost, confused ship at sea, meeting you was like sighting a lighthouse, glowing with life – calling me back to shore. For once, I realized that what I had thought was love was far from the reality of love. You are love! You fill my heart with joy and I could not be happier that you are in my life now. Each minute…each second without you in my life is like a year without oxygen. My love, please will you marry me?” “Yes…yes, I will marry you, Biola!” Modupe said with exhilaration. “Yay!!!” Their friends shouted. Biola got up and slid the ring onto her finger. Then, he kissed her briefly. “I love you very much,” he whispered in her ear. “I adore you with every breath that I draw, Biola,” Modupe replied. “I am very happy for Biola and Modupe,” Segun said as they watched the newly engaged couple dance to Sunny Neji’s Oruka – Oruka ti dówo na, di ololufe re mu Kó séni tole ya yin titi lai Oruka ti dówo na, di ololufe re mu Kó séni tole ya yin titi lai Titi lai lai lai lai… … 10:00AM: “Biola! Biola! Biola what is it? Answer me Biola!” Modupe shouted. She had spent the night with Biola’s after the party. She got out of bed in the morning and went to the bathroom for a shower. When she returned, Biola was wriggling in pain. “Daddy, Biola is not feeling well. He is in deep pain. I am rushing him to the hospital now. You need to come!” Modupe yelled into the phone as she desperately contacted Seyi. Less than an hour later, Seyi, Modupe, Segun, Michael and Donald were in the lobby waiting desperately for news on Biola’s condition. Lara arrived shortly afterwards. “What did he eat last night?” Seyi barked at his son’s friends. His voice was panic-stricken. “It was just jollof rice, fried beef, ice wine, moi-moi and fruit juice,” Modupe explained. “We all had the same thing, sir,” Segun added. “Jollof rice, moi-moi and beef cannot kill my son. Someone must have added something to the jollof rice. Did anyone notice anything out of the ordinary last night?” “No sir,” Modupe and Lara answered. The police arrived shortly on Seyi’s orders to question Biola’s friends. “I am afraid; you all have to come with us to the station to give a statement. We will need a list of all the people who were at the party last night,” the police investigator announced on arrival. “Modupe has to remain behind,” Seyi suggested to the policemen. “If Biola comes around, he will need to see Modupe. Please let her stay behind. We can question her soon.” “Okay sir.” “What is going on doctor?” Seyi shouted. One of the doctors was walking in their direction as the policeman and Biola’s friends were leaving. “Please talk to me. What has happened to my only son…my only child?” “We think he had a heart attack,” the doctor replied calmly. Seyi was annoyed by the doctor’s calm disposition. “So, is he going to be alright?” He asked desperately. He wanted a full frenzied explanation from the doctor. “We don’t know yet.” “Heart attack? In his twenties? This is strange. Something is wrong…I know it. Doctor, I need to know how he developed heart attack all of a sudden. All he ate was jollof rice…and…and moi-moi, and beef with erm…” “Ice wine, sir,” Modupe added with tears streaming down her face. STORY CONTINUES…
30 Nov 2017 | 02:03
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hmmmmmmmmm
30 Nov 2017 | 02:05
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30 Nov 2017 | 02:06
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The story is gadually coming to an end...
    Keep your comments coming....
[color=red]LOVE YOU ALL[/color]
30 Nov 2017 | 02:15
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akin hmmm you will pay for this
30 Nov 2017 | 02:47
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na wa ooo, Dayo and Akin has finally poison Biola through the last glass of ice wine the waiter later brought for him... the insatiable love of money can make a man do dishonourable deeds just to lay hands on it... hmm there is God ooo.
30 Nov 2017 | 03:07
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Biola will survive this
30 Nov 2017 | 03:35
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interesting
30 Nov 2017 | 04:56
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ride on oo
30 Nov 2017 | 05:51
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ride on
30 Nov 2017 | 06:13
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I like this story
30 Nov 2017 | 06:14
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I pray Biola survive it
30 Nov 2017 | 08:46
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Hmmmm nnaa mehn, odikwa risky o.
30 Nov 2017 | 10:45
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Mr dr. how much were you given to diagnose heart attack instead of a poisonous drink
30 Nov 2017 | 14:35
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Haa Mr seyi wonti get yin,but elemi loma last
30 Nov 2017 | 15:26
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Hmmm.....get well soon
30 Nov 2017 | 16:41
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hmm next episode plsssss
30 Nov 2017 | 17:38
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Hmmm alot hs transpire sinc ma absent
30 Nov 2017 | 19:58
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LAGOS WEDDING WAHALA – Episode 17 Isabell walked off the plane wearing dark sunshades. She scanned the vicinity at the Port Harcourt airport. She had own into Port Harcourt on an Air France Boeing airliner. A relative was on hand to pick her up. She was keen to pick out Seyi’s security operatives. Her heart was pounding. “Is everything okay, Isabell?” Her cousin, Nwabunwanne who was picking her up from the airport asked. “Yes…yes, I am ne. I need to find someone. Please wait,” she instructed Nwabunwanne. She had given orders that her family not tell anyone that she was returning home for Princewill’s funeral. Only Nwabunwanne was allowed to receive her at the airport. She had been keen to come in and out of the country as quietly as she could. “Seyi, are your guys here?” “She asked, having rung up Seyi. “Yes, they are. Just call this number. My son is dying. I am making plans to y him to London for treatment.” “What happened?” “We don’t know yet, but he suddenly went down with a heart attack. I think it is Dayo, but I have yet to figure out how he did it.” “I am very sorry to hear that. I am more scared now.” “You will be alright. Do not accept anything from anyone. Stay away from crowds and do not contact your friends in Lagos.” “I already told Miranda that I was coming into the country.” “That is not a good idea. You must warn her not to tell anyone. My security will call you shortly. I have to go now.” “Thank you, Seyi. I am sorry to hear of Biola’s illness. I pray he recovers quickly.” “Thanks!” … “Your case will be heard in court on Monday, Jimoh and Yusuf. Mind you, you will face the ring squad should you be found guilty, and with the evidence we have, I guarantee that you will be found guilty,” Sergeant Sule explained to Jimoh and Yusuf. “I don’t want to die, I want to talk now,” Yusuf pleaded through tears. He looked at his government-assigned lawyer for some form of assistance, but the lawyer looked morosely back at him. The evidence against the two of them was overwhelming. “Shut your mouth,” Jimoh shouted at Yusuf. Jimoh was still convinced that Dayo would find a way to get them out. “Sergeant Sule, there is a call for you. It is very urgent,” a police constable announced to the detective. “What is it? I have an important matter at hand,” Sule protested with a frown on his face. “Sir, the caller says that your family has been taken – your wife and two children.” Sule felt his heart crash fiercely into his stomach. He dashed out of the room where he was discussing with Jimoh, Yusuf and their lawyers. “Who is this?” He demanded on grabbing the phone. “Sule! Sule! They have kidnapped us!” Sule heard the voice of his wife, Amina over the phone. “Are you alright, Amina?” he asked her. “Sergeant Sule, we will kill your wife and children in less than twenty four hours if you do not release Yusuf and Jimoh. I hope you heard me? Release Yusuf and Jimoh and drop all charges against them!” A husky voice warned him over the phone. The line went dead. An eerie silence descended over Sule. At the same time, a violent rage rocketed through him, in addition to a feeling of helplessness. He managed to sit down. His boss and colleagues circled around him. “This has got to be Chief Dayo,” his boss declared. No other person connected to this case has the power and resources to do this,” he continued. Sule looked at him helplessly. “John!” Shouted Sule’s boss. “Yes sir!” “Take a team to Sule’s house immediately. Secure the place and look for any evidence that you can find. Talk to neighbors and report back to me over the next few hours. We will find them, Sule! We’ll find them,” his boss assured him. … “We decided to run some toxicology tests on your son, Chief Seyi,” the doctor in charge of Biola explained to Seyi. He and Modupe were seated on the edge of their seats, listening intently. “Our tests show that your son ingested cyanide. We are doing everything we can to detoxify him. There is a high chance that he might die by the time you y him abroad. Your best shot is to try, at least to detoxify his system here first. We are working on that now.” Seyi took a deep breath, fighting back tears. “I knew from the get go that he was poisoned. I knew it. Do you think you will be able to save him?” “We are doing our best…this is the best shot he has at living. You need to have the police sweep his apartment. We need to test plates, cups, spoons…anything we can lay our hands on for cyanide. Someone poisoned him that night.” “Thank you, doctor. I will be over there shortly with the police. Modupe, do you remember everyone that was at the party that night?” “I remember all my friends, sir. I already sent the list to the police. I have Segun and Donald working on the other list covering all of Biola’s friends,” Modupe explained. Her eyes were swollen. She had been crying non-stop. Seyi dashed off to Biola’s apartment to meet with the police, while Modupe sat beside Biola. He had tubes going through his nose and mouth and then connected to a computer. “God, please keep him for me. I have never known love this strong my whole life. You cannot bring Biola into my life and then let him die. Please, have mercy on him and keep bring him back to health,” she prayed through misty eyes. Security operatives stood outside the room, watching over Biola. … “I hate him. I heard that he is seriously ill in the hospital and…and…and, I am happy about it. I know I should not be, but a part of me wants him dead,” Bimbo complained bitterly. She was lying back on a couch with her psychotherapist seated opposite her. The psychotherapist listened attentively. Bimbo had been seeing the psychotherapist since she returned from London, on the advice of a friend. “It is okay to feel the way you do in the heat of the moment, Bimbo,” the psychotherapist. You don’t have to smother your feelings, but you don’t necessary have to act upon all of them either.” “He hurt me very much. I…a big part of me is glad he is dying.” “Did you have anything to do with his illness?” “I wish I did.” “Have you considered the fact that perhaps, you and Biola were never meant to be together. Sometimes, we want somethings so badly, but in reality, we may not necessarily need it.” “That is what my brother told me. I know he is right, but it does not end the pain.” “Pain does not end overnight, Bimbo. It takes some time. You have to let it out…let it go, one day at a time!” Bimbo pondered the psychotherapist’s words. “What if you got married to him and divorced some years afterwards. The pain would be way worse, you know.” “I know you are right, but it still hurts when someone treats you like that.” “Have you ever dated anyone else apart from Biola?” “No, I have been with him for as long as I can remember.” “Why don’t you forget about marriage for some time? Take the time to relax. Date someone new and enjoy the experience for the time being. Forget marriage; just see this whole situation as an opportunity to have a spanking new experience.” “I like that,” Bimbo beamed. “I like the sound of that. I have tied my life to Biola for too long.” “Untie yourself, spread your wings and y!” Bimbo left the therapist’s office full of energy and desire to do something new. On her drive home, she stopped at the bank, where she ran into a good looking young man. They chatted briefly and exchanged phone numbers. He sounded interesting, fun and thoughtful. She was already looking forward to catching up with him. Remember what the therapist said; just have a good time knowing someone new. Forget marriage and long term relationship, he reminded herself as she pulled into her father’s estate. She pulled into her garage and ran over to Akin’s but he was not at home. “I think he is over at your dad’s,” Akin’s wife informed her. With renewed energy, she walked towards her father’s massive building on the estate. She let herself in and climbed upstairs. She heard the mention of her name. Her father and Akin were in a deep discussion in one of the rooms. “I don’t really care about Bimbo; after all, she is not my daughter. I wish that the marriage to Biola had taken place. That would have been a perfect opportunity to get Bimbo into Seyi’s family, take Seyi and Biola out of the picture methodically, and then, take over his massive empire,” Dayo said. His voice was riddled with regret. “So, there is no other way to get at Seyi?” Akin asked. “Well, his son Biola is dying. That will leave him crushed. If he dies, Seyi won’t survive it. If only we had punned off Bimbo to them. Each time I see her, I recall her mother’s infidelity.” “She will soon get married, somehow anyway.” “You think so? She seems hung up on Biola.” “She is a girl. She will find another man and carry on with her life before you know it,” Akin assured him. Bimbo heard his heart pounding violently. She had turned on the voice recording tool on her phone. A dense streak of tears marched furiously down her face. Who am I? She thought to herself painfully. Gosh, my father is not my father? Several thoughts went through her mind. “What if Jimoh and Yusuf talk to the police, dad,” Akin asked his father. “They won’t. I will make sure of that. I have the wife and children of the officer in charge of the case. They will be killed by tomorrow, if Jimoh and Yusuf are not released. They don’t have a choice. They will let them go,” Dayo answered. His voice reeked of arrogance. A languid smirk appeared momentarily on his face. Bimbo carefully stowed her phone in the pocket of her jean and quietly climbed downstairs. On the ground floor, she ran into one of Dayo’s cleaning staff. “Can I do anything for you, madam?” The cleaning staff asked. “No, not to worry. I dey ne,” Bimbo replied. She walked briskly to her building, got back in her car and drove hastily out of the estate. She did not know where she was going or where she wanted to go. She just drove… STORY CONTINUES… [color=red]Friends am sorry for the delay, my wifi subscription just expired and I've not been able to renew so thats why the update is been delayed, but I promise by the grace of God that I will renew soon and continue showering you guys with love.... I apologize for the suspense[/color]
1 Dec 2017 | 20:58
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1 Dec 2017 | 21:02
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APOLOGY ACCEPTED....CONTINUE
2 Dec 2017 | 02:36
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Brin it on
2 Dec 2017 | 03:26
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@itzprince Apology half-accepted
2 Dec 2017 | 03:27
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@fb-mhizlilygold why half nah?
2 Dec 2017 | 05:10
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nxt
2 Dec 2017 | 05:15
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CONTINUEZ
2 Dec 2017 | 05:26
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Asiri tun
2 Dec 2017 | 05:56
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nice one ride on
2 Dec 2017 | 09:29
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apology accepted... ride on
2 Dec 2017 | 10:06
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Apology accepted......Dayo don't worrry your end is near
2 Dec 2017 | 11:25
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Dis Na Wahala
2 Dec 2017 | 12:41
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busted
2 Dec 2017 | 15:21
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Busted
2 Dec 2017 | 16:17
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gobe wedding
2 Dec 2017 | 16:56
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Can't wait for next episode
2 Dec 2017 | 18:35
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It's getting tough each day
2 Dec 2017 | 22:48
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Next episode
2 Dec 2017 | 22:48
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Awesome, Keep It Coming
3 Dec 2017 | 01:37
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LAGOS WEDDING WAHALA – Episode 18 “How did you kill him?” Sule asked Yusuf, slapping him hard across the face. “I am prepared to kill you. I swear, we will shoot you and dump you in the forest just like that young man you killed and no one will ever find you!” Sule shouted. Yusuf and Jimoh had been separated. The kidnappers had called to tell Sule that he had six hours before his family would be executed. A blend of anger and fear swept through his veins. He stomped on Yusuf’s right foot furiously, and hit him across the face with the butt of his gun. “It was…it was…” Yusuf stuttered. “It was what? Who?” Sule asked, hitting him with the gun again. “It was Jimoh’s idea. He tells me what to do and I do it.” “You don’t know who he works for? You never drove him to the main boss’ house? Who pulled the trigger?” “Chief Dayo, sir. Chief Dayo is the main boss. I have been to his estate several times with Jimoh. He was the one that pulled the trigger, sir!” Yusuf confessed. “Now, put it in writing,” Sule ordered. As soon as they got Yusuf’s confession in writing, Sule’s dashed to his boss. “We can go after Dayo now, sir. With this confession, it is clear that he is behind the kidnapping of my family,” he explained anxiously. “You are right, Sule, but we do not have a direct evidence linking Dayo to the crime.” “What more do we need? Does my family have to die before we act on this man?” “You know he is far too powerful. The inspector general of police has already called to inquire about this case, Sule.” “But we have a job to do…” “Yes, we do…I am thinking of the best option to take.” “We have less than three hours before they execute my family!” “They won’t dare do that. Once we have Yusuf and Jimoh here, they won’t touch them.” “What do they stand to lose? They can just kill them and vanish into thin air!” Sule was animated. Then, the phone rang. Sule grabbed the receiver hurriedly. “Hello!” He yelled into the mouthpiece, breathing fast. “Sule, they slashed my left wrist with a knife and they are threatening to shoot the children and I soon. Do what they want, honey!” “I am doing all I can, sweetheart. I will get you out soon…” The line went dead. Sule sat back on the chair with sweat pouring down his face. … “Thanks for coming over, Lara,” cried Modupe. “It has been very hard. I don’t know what’d do without Biola. He does not deserve this. He is such a great guy!” “I can imagine what you are going through,” said Lara. “I brought you some snacks from the bakery near my house – your favorite bakery.” “Thanks a lot, Lara.” “Not to worry Modupe, that is the least I can do for you. The pleasure is mine. So the doctors have confirmed that he was poisoned?” “Yes, cyanide poisoning.” “That is terrible. Is he improving at all?” “We are beginning to see some improvement. He was able to open his eyes for the first time this morning. He could not speak though, but I feel like we are making progress.” “Thanks be to God. Can I see him?” “The doctors are working on him. He is undergoing his last round of detox today. Hopefully, you will stay long enough to see him when he comes out of the theater.” “Yes, I hope so. I’d love to see my dear friend.” “Go ahead, eat something. Sorry, I forgot to get you some juice or something else to drink. Not to worry, I will run out there and buy a can of juice for you. You have been through a lot. Sit back and rest,” Lara offered. “Thank you very much, Lara.” Modupe opened the bag that Lara had handed her moments ago and began to sift through the snacks. She took out a loaf of hot, freshly made bread, tore open the wrap and proceeded to place a piece in her mouth. “Modupe!” Seyi shouted, bursting into the room. “Yes, sir,” Modupe answered, munching on the bread. “I was told that Lara was here. Where is she?” “She left me with these snacks. She has gone downstairs to get me some juice.” “She gave you those?” “Yes sir, why?” “Have you eaten any of it?” “Just a bite, why?” “Spit it out!!! Go to the bathroom and spit it out, Modupe. It is very likely that Lara had a hand in Biola’s poisoning.” “What?” Modupe sped to the bathroom as fast as her legs could carry her. She spat everything in her mouth out, rinsing her mouth with water repeatedly. “What is going on?” She asked Seyi when she returned to the room. “Good afternoon, sir,” Lara greeted. She was carrying cans of fruit juice in a bag. “Officers, please arrest her,” Seyi instructed the police officers who had been standing outside. “What? Me? What is going on?” Lara asked. She wore a bemused look on her face “What is it sir?” asked Modupe who was still confused “I will explain to you later Officers please take her to the station for bemused look on her face. What is it, sir? asked Modupe who was still confused. I will explain to you later. Officers, please take her to the station for questioning,” Seyi instructed. “Why? What have I done? All I did was to try to help!” Lara was shouting as they whisked her away. “What is going on?” Modupe asked as soon as the police left with Lara. “Tunde, please send these snacks to the lab. The doctor’s need to test it for cyanide and other possible poisons.” Seyi’s aide, Tunde obliged him. He took the bag of snacks and sent it to the lab. “Modupe, we have been investigating everyone at the party that night. Obviously, Lara was in charge of the food. She organized the caterer and she supervised the kitchen. If anyone had the opportunity to poison Biola, it had to be Lara,” explained Seyi. “But why would she do that? She and Biola have been friends for as long as I can remember.” “I am suspecting that one of my competitors may have paid her to kill my son.” Modupe was shaking in fear. The whole situation was becoming too convoluted. “I need to run to the station. I am sure we will dig up some information after Lara is questioned by the police. When he reached the door, he was surprised to see Bimbo asking the security to let her through. “Bimbo, is everything okay?” Seyi asked. “Good evening, sir. I was asking to be let through to see you.” “Let her though, please.” “I have something I would like to share with you, sir.” Modupe walked outside on hearing Bimbo’s voice. “Hi Bimbo!” Modupe said. “Hello, how are you?” “I am surviving.” “I heard about Biola. I am really sorry.” “Thank you. We are trusting God for his recovery.” “So, what is it that you want to discuss with me, Bimbo?” “Can we talk privately, please?” “I’d rather we discuss in front of Modupe. She is a part of my family now.” Bimbo, who had spent the previous night in a hotel for fear of returning to Dayo’s house, described the discussion she had overheard to Seyi and Modupe. She went further to play the recording to them. “You are not safe anymore, Bimbo. I knew your mother very well. I will do my best to protect you. For now, you will come with me. I need that recording. I will do all I can to stop Dayo from killing an innocent woman and her children. Modupe, please stay back.” “Please be careful,” Modupe suggested. “I will be ne, my daughter.” … “What is going on here?” Dayo barked at the police team that arrived on his property looking for him. “You are under arrest, chief.” “Under arrest? For what? Have you any idea what you are saying? You could lose your job with one phone call from me.” “You should either come with us or we’ll have to arrest you forcibly.” Dayo got dressed and followed them into the police vehicle. He had Akin follow them behind. He quickly called the inspector general of police. “I am afraid; the case against you is very strong, Chief Dayo,” said the inspector general. “The president has okayed your arrest, I am really sorry, my friend. You have to answer some questions, Chief,” the inspector added. … “Chief Dayo, we have evidence that you are responsible for the abduction of Sergeant Sule’s family. You have the opportunity to make a call and have his wife and children released or face the wrath of the law.” Sule’s boss explained on Dayo’s arrival at the station. “I do not know what you are talking about,” Dayo replied. The police DPO played the recording to him. His heart began to race. He clenched his fists in anger. Slowly, he tilted to his left and fell off the seat. He suffered a debilitating heart attack. They rushed Dayo to the hospital. Sule and the DPO interrogated Akin extensively. Eventually, they were able to extract information from Akin, which led them to where Sule’s family was being held. They raided the building and freed them. Sule was thrilled to have his wife and children back. He wrapped his arms around them in tears. “Daddy! Daddy!” His children shouted. They looked emaciated. His wife cried uncontrollably, out of joy. They were quickly rushed to hospital for routine checks before returning home with Sule. “I love you, honey,” Amina said through tears. “I knew you’d come for us.” “I’d give anything to protect you and the kids,” Sule replied in relief. Two days later, Dayo died of heart failure in the hospital. STORY CONTINUES… ______________________________________ ______________________________________ FINAL EPISODE LOADING..... KEEP YOUR COMMENTS FLOWING
3 Dec 2017 | 04:54
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3 Dec 2017 | 05:01
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At long last ur evil deeds are now n the limelight
3 Dec 2017 | 05:27
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Can't wait to read the finale
3 Dec 2017 | 05:55
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That's good... I can't wait for it
3 Dec 2017 | 07:39
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hmmm waiting for the judgement episode
3 Dec 2017 | 09:35
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He will die ten times , viper like u.
3 Dec 2017 | 12:30
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Wow cnt wait
3 Dec 2017 | 14:02
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goodbye dayo next
3 Dec 2017 | 14:09
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Nice one. Can't wait 4 d last episode
3 Dec 2017 | 14:55
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Karma is here
3 Dec 2017 | 16:40
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LAGOS WEDDING WAHALA – Episode 19 [color=green]GRAND FINALE[/color] “Lara, we have already found the chemical dealer from whom you bought cyanide. He is willing to testify in court that he sold cyanide to you. Besides, we have receipts from him to confirm that you actually signed for the cyanide at purchase. You should come clean with us now. Who paid you to poison Biola?” Lara said nothing. She stared at the floor. “Talk before I smack your face!” Sule yelled at her. Another policeman dashed in and threatened to shoot her. Another one entered with an electrocution contraption. “We are going to shock you if you don’t speak the truth,” one of the policemen threatened. Shaking, she began to talk as a torrent of tears clouded her eyes. “I have loved him for as long as I can remember,” she said. “Loved who?” “Biola. I wanted him…I did everything he asked of me, and…and…and he overlooked me and chose Modupe over me…Modupe that I introduced to him,” she cried. “So you decided to kill him?” “It hurts to watch him and Modupe together. It hurt enough to watch him date Bimbo all those years. I knew she was not right for him…and when he finally realized it, he chose Modupe over me. And, he had the effrontery to ask me to organize his engagement party. His engagement party to Modupe! Can you imagine? He was going to ask Modupe to marry him and he had to ask me to organize the food, drinks, and what have you. What am I? His errand girl? I had to stand and watch him ask her out? It hurt far too much. I wanted to take him out. I could not bear to see him marry Modupe,” Lara explained. There was pin-drop silence in the interrogation room. Sule peered at his colleagues and they at him. None of them could believe what they just heard. “Did you per chance try to hurt Modupe?” Sule asked somberly. He looked shell-shocked. Lara said nothing at first, wiping tears off her face with her handcuffed hands. She sneezed and wiped her nose. “Answer me before I slap your evil face!” One of the police interrogators yelled. “You were the person that hired a killer to kill Modupe, right?” Sule repeated. Staring at the floor, she nodded her head. “Yes, I wanted her killed so I could have Biola after he broke up with Bimbo.” “You are evil. You are the devil himself!” Yelled a policeman. Seyi looked on through the glass window. “We had the devil in our midst all along,” he said quietly to Bimbo who was in tears. “Biola thought that I was the one that attempted to kill Modupe,” Bimbo replied. “I thought the same thing too.” “I would never do a thing like that. I am not the best person around, but murder? No, that is one thing I am completely incapable of.” “Come, let’s get you out of here. You have been through a lot over the past few days. I am really sorry about Dayo. I will miss him dearly despite our differences. He and I were friends from perhaps, when we were teenagers. I will miss the good old days.” “I don’t really know how to feel about him. It feels like I never knew him at all. It feels like I don’t even know who I am.” “Starting now, you can carve out a whole new path in life for yourself, Bimbo. Choose who you want to be and begin to live accordingly, starting today.” “Thank you,” Bimbo said, hugging him. … Cece Winans’ song, For Always was played by the organist as Modupe and her father marched down the aisle. Remembering so well the day that I met you, you took me in your arms And caused dreams to come true From the fear of what would be You came and rescued me Lord I pray today For the rest of my life Live inside my heart Please stay For always Till that timeless place When we’re face to face And we’ll embrace For always… Modupe sang along to the song, with a ravishing smile on her face as she marched majestically with her father. Her wedding gown glowed with splendor as she walked with a scintillating smile on her face. Around her neck was a necklace made of glossy white beads. She wore a watch with white straps to match and a pair of white shoes. Her cousins held her wedding gown behind and red roses adorned the aisle. She and her father stood before the pastor. Soon, Biola who had made a miraculous recovery marched towards her. He smiled broadly as he walked towards Modupe, who turned every now and again to look at him. Their eyes met each time, locked in a serene moment of indescribable love and deep connection. The wedding ceremony and the reception were immaculately beautiful. Biola smiled from ear to ear, and so did Modupe. They could hardly take their eyes off each other, eager to get to the end of the day when they could spend time together, alone. … “I can’t stop thinking that I could have died after the poisoning,” Biola said at night when he and Modupe laid next to each other. They had made love for the first time. “I want to live each day as if it were my last. If I had died, I would never have fulfilled one of my deepest desires – to be married to you, Modupe. I feel like God sent me back from the other side to come and be the best possible husband I could be to you. If you want me to, I will use my clothes to mop the floor every morning for you,” he teased. “You are the one who deserves that treatment, Biola, my love,” Modupe countered. “Well, if you knew how much you mean to me, and how much I value being married to you, then, you’d understand how I feel.” “I understand how you feel, darling, because I feel the same way too. I love you so deeply that not even the most technologically advanced computer can measure the depth of my love for you” “Well, I came close to marrying the wrong person. Not because she is an evil person, per se, but because she and I are not necessarily, the best match. Then, I came close to dying, and somehow, God brought me back.” “That makes the two of us then, my love. I nearly got killed because of you sweetheart.” “You are right…you are right. I never want to let you off my side again. I will protect you with my last breath.” “I love you very much, Biola.” “I love you too, Modupe.” His mouth moved over, searching for her lips. When he found them, he latched onto them like a suckling baby. They kissed passionately, kicking the bed sheets onto the floor. A few minutes later, they were moaning breathlessly, out of sheer satisfaction. [color=red]Conclusion:[/color] Modupe returned to work, expanding her wedding planning business a few months after their honeymoon in Italy. Less than two months after their return from Italy, she discovered that she was pregnant. The news left both herself and Biola ecstatic. Bimbo married the guy she had met at the bank after her psychotherapy session. She severed all ties with Akin and their older sister, making a clean break from Dayo’s family. She did get her big beautiful wedding finally and an extravagant honeymoon in south of France and Greece. Seyi married Isabell, finally settling down as he shut the doors on his playing days with young girls. Isabell had been wary of returning to wintry England. Her quick sessions with Seyi grew into regular times together and later on, love was bellowing in the air. They had a quiet wedding in the USA. Seyi made sure to have her sign a prenuptial agreement before the wedding. Miranda found love and married shortly after graduation, and so did Uzoamaka, who moved to Australia with her husband. Akin received a suspended jail term for cooperating with the police to bring down Dayo’s secret empire. Most of the people that worked on illicit deals for Dayo both in Nigeria and abroad were arrested and sentenced to jail. Yusuf was sentenced to ten years in prison for cooperating with the police while Jimoh was condemned to death by ring squad. Isabell who started a boutique on the Island after her marriage to Seyi made sure to help Princewill’s family financially. Seyi also chipped in to help them. Lara was sentenced to life in prison. Biola’s accounting firm blossomed and so did the love he shared with Modupe! [color=red]
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3 Dec 2017 | 19:43
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[color=red]Guys, by the special grace of God the story has finally gotten to an end and I really appreciate you guys for staying around and keeping it hot with your comments...[/color] REGISTER @freshgirl @qeenvick @swtharyomi @denciebabe @wyse-one @eddy @delight @pweety @victoriouschild @mray @jummybabe @babe4biola @sofia @ritagold @kuks @frankkay @pearl @originalannchilexdel @evanz @fridex @jclash @gracy @itzshaxee @simzy @chomyline @pheranmmie041 @temmyjoy @chriswayne @mecuze @skookum @jerrie @john451 @kniphemi @emmanesth @horpheyehmy @justify @maurice @kemkit @adeyoola @jummy @thankmic @kpumpy @christopher @anita @phinebraim @kedike @saintkenz @december12 @promise @sylvia @bsam @portable @cherryserah @steph @aarti @invincible @olaking3 @harddy @blakstudd @prince @azeeco @temmymofrosh @vizkid @sandra @sandy @hollar @kaysmart22 @sexynikky1994 @davick @youngestprince @semilore @oyindamola @ladygrasha @dhemilade1 @mature @peacebright @franklin @kolababs @mhzzrblayse @smilie @borwerleh @iksqueency @loveth @funmilayo1 @okklad @nizzy @flames @tony @vict-vames @stanny39 @softtouch @onahsunday631 @ele @jeddy @sonshine @sirgentle @hoelhay @aminzy @eben @teesolid @omoyemmy @olarach @daxking @krizzy @holarbordah @firstladyontop @softie @obaby @sergentmax @mhizdaofot @pappyjay @c-roderick @cookey @isabella1 @chisomsophia @mrfabulous @henry @mubarak @mhizzthessy @millz @abevica @individual @youngfellow @humblelion @natasha9976 @hartuny @jimmyjab @arosunshine @heartbrokekid @thosiano @peterox @sapiens @paula4eva @skydoctor @iamsmv @adegunle3gmail-com @yemitefestus @omoniyiola @inifek @skulboy @nheemot @deejaygrin @hitiswell @fynboy @whizjay @oshio @shikoleen @queencoded @vicoch @kimmy @ifeoma1 @nobleay @felixharuna11 @ibktemi99 @sanctus4real @bolaji2308 @damzybabe @profeze1 @horlarjuwhon @illusion002 @royzeray @chinenye5404 @dharmex @emileagosu @pharouq00 @saraya @blazeb @virtuous @ennyshow @haryormidey @mzz_teddy @daddyd @emergencia @ryder @fb-itz-chueleraloveday @olayintan @fb-holartunbosunmustapha @hardeybless @cassiewells @judiee @omoshalewa @nheemot @rukibaby19 @ugochisunday @micheal1 @certifiedjx @wumyte @jokqees @temmyluv @oyefestus @coolbaby @ewosboi @lilfresh @phauzy @princeocity @ocpresh @sahent @horgzy @amibabe @bayslaw007 @saviour @damsyn @fortune @ernesto @light1259 @adeyemi @wisesam @bankykay @gaman @kingj @rossi @danielbrown @aanu001 @klaussimbo @princekidhonest @lilpaco @cheta @zach100 @pelumi99 @phaicynxsmith @macaveli @mizzykevin @gorgeousdammie @froshberry-2 @emperorsndyheartless @maltty @chidij1 @mavbirth @niceoneofficial @jacopet @wizy308 @coolval222-2 @olorivicky @shaklef @mackabsolute @nakam @ladyg @wizzyg @vivian @paula4eva @pappyjay @pesman @charliebryn @emmazzy @itzprince @youngmiss @faith @nkem @sabinto @bestabbey @pearlily @damariseze @Oluwaslimzy @Calebdanny @Frank @wisdomifeanyi80 @olushegzy @delexzy01 @Luvlydamsel @Hormortiyor @fb-MhizLilygold @elisco1453 And others come o.
3 Dec 2017 | 19:50
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bimbo you have a good heart
3 Dec 2017 | 20:02
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KUDOS BOSS
3 Dec 2017 | 21:49
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what a happy ending!!!
4 Dec 2017 | 02:15
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happy ending
4 Dec 2017 | 02:28
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Waw so cute.
4 Dec 2017 | 02:54
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Great story and awesome ending
4 Dec 2017 | 03:06
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He can't just die like dat nau..he should face some punishment before death took him away oo
4 Dec 2017 | 03:26
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Nice story Jare
4 Dec 2017 | 03:49
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At last
4 Dec 2017 | 04:22
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Everything is fine they lived happily ever after
4 Dec 2017 | 04:22
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Wat a nice story...enjyd evry bit of it
4 Dec 2017 | 04:51
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What a lovely story... Nice ending Thumbs up
4 Dec 2017 | 05:40
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I love happy endings.
4 Dec 2017 | 05:48
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Nw i get d reason
4 Dec 2017 | 06:05
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Walahitalahi mhe ah gbadun d story fa....
4 Dec 2017 | 10:26
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D story make sense
4 Dec 2017 | 10:36
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nice story
4 Dec 2017 | 11:32
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nice story
4 Dec 2017 | 14:10
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Dayo us too desperate and seeking for unnecessary revenue that's Y he died before his time Nice story,good ending.
4 Dec 2017 | 14:47
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Dat serves him right
4 Dec 2017 | 15:20
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I just foo for this story from the very first to the last mo fo ooo ok just call me when you want to drop another big one like this please am not a ghost reader eny more thanks @mr itzprince
4 Dec 2017 | 15:54
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It is such a beautiful story, everyone gets their reward according to their deeds
4 Dec 2017 | 16:03
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More inks to your pen bro.
4 Dec 2017 | 16:04
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Wow u deserve a kiss
4 Dec 2017 | 16:26
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Wow u deserve a kiss @itz prince
4 Dec 2017 | 16:26
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Wonderful ending
4 Dec 2017 | 17:40
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wow nice ending
5 Dec 2017 | 11:19
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My guy this is a woderful stoty dear, more grace.
5 Dec 2017 | 17:13
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Wow! Finally! I so much love dis. Evil wil neva prevail righteousness. But I wanted Bimbo to suffer 4 framing Biola.
5 Dec 2017 | 19:40
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@bb9ja I really need that kiss o
6 Dec 2017 | 00:57
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Fabulous
6 Dec 2017 | 01:05
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thanks for the wonderful story
13 Jan 2018 | 04:20
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