Eni~girl:
Walahi dz episode na die even if u dint update xinc wiv dz ur forqiven.

awww... Thanks dear, I know I can always count on you to encourage me

am really enjoying this #forgiven#

dïs update nah die buh y did it come late

Victoremiebi@yahoo.com
chistar, am waiting oo, thanks in advance

Chistar has done it and his stil doing it nd wil stil do it again!! *Thumps up*....chisaeneoko@yahoo.co.uk. Thanks

saintbeejay: am really enjoying this #forgiven#

thanks bro

valdes00: Victoremiebi@yahoo.com
chistar, am waiting oo, thanks in advance

u have a mail bro

kingphilip:
e be like say u be winch o na wetin come my head as him de plead for forgiveness na him i come see u write self... Chistar u are forgiven go and sin no more jare

no talk dat tyn again oh if u want make we both live in peace and happiness on dis thread , my enigurl isn't a winch, she is a witch just kidding

Babie Ghagha: dïs update nah die buh y did it come late

writers block jhur

cheesekiss: Chistar has done it and his stil doing it nd wil stil do it again!! *Thumps up*....chisaeneoko@yahoo.co.uk. Thanks

thanks babes, am flattered, u've got a mail.

@all, I didn't thinks dz post was diz interetn oh, thanks 4 ya support. #bless.

@mzchistar, haven't heard from u in a while, hope all is well?

@mymuslimreaders- I'm patiently waitn 4 my cow and ram oh, nobody has invited me since 4 anything

Good morning guysn have a blessed day.

PEACe

kingphilip:
e be like say u be winch o na wetin come my head as him de plead for forgiveness na him i come see u write self... Chistar u are forgiven go and sin no more jare

hehehe ah b winch na buh we no dy do pple wickednezz for awa own society.

See all the updates dat I av missed

Erm, Chistar no vex o, but you asked for constructive criticism. This last episode is a bit too easy. I can't say it's predictable, but I'm not feeling the suspense. Still a good read. And lest I forget, the phrase is 'in order to', not 'in other to'. More grace.

wow its been a while.

My guy e go better 4 u o.

May you neva xperience dat writers block again.

May ur mb never finish.

May hands shall never wither

may your bat3 never finish.

May your babe never dump you.

May your pocket never dry.

may... may... may...
I can go on and on, but... I keep d remaining 4 myself.

I see u as our nxt ACHEBE.
Thanks again.


Say AMEN.

Vivy Gift: See all the updates dat I av missed

, lol, na me u dey vex 4?

ARareGem: Erm, Chistar no vex o, but you asked for constructive criticism. This last episode is a bit too easy. I can't say it's predictable, but I'm not feeling the suspense. Still a good read. And lest I forget, the phrase is 'in order to', not 'in other to'. More grace.

hmmm, predictable shey? Okay, thanks, I'll work on that , *Unpredictable moded activated*
@Incredible me- AMEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanks bro.

NEW UPDATE IN A BIT.

EPISODE 12A.

TIME: 9:23PM.

Barrister Boniface Okutade was faced with a little problem. He had been working on a case of murder for over two years, no thanks to the poor Nigerian judicial system, which is corrupted and let alone the issues of red-tapism and beaucracy.

His client, one Mr George, had been charge with murder, the story behind his case was that, he was said to have murdered his wife in cold blood all because of he caught her cheating on him with the landlord, but he pleaded not guilty and the only person who seems to believe him in the whole world is Boniface. Wiether Boniface actually believed him, or was just defending him for the money is a question that only Boniface knows the answer to.

The case had been going on and off for straight two years and just when Boniface thought he had won, new evidence that proved Mr George committed the crime just popped out of nowhere.

So now, the case just got more complicated and although Boniface had a reputation of never backing out of a case, this case looked like an impossible mission, he started contemplating on dropping the case but wasn't sure he would get another good case anytime soon if he dropped his current one.

A solution to his delima arrived when his phone suddenly came alive and started ringing as he went through Mr George case all over again, looking for a loop hole while sitting in his office which also functioned as his home.

He looked at the screen of his phone and saw it wasn't a number he had saved on his phone, he let if ring twice before he finally picked it.

"Barrister Okutade on the line," he said immediately.

"Barrister Boniface Okutade?" The caller asked.

"Yes, this is him, who is this and how can I help you?" Boniface replied, sounding impatient.

"this is Zainab Anderson and I need your services" the caller replied. Both parties didn't seem to be in the mood to exchange pleasantries as they went straight to the point.

Boniface brightened up a little, he could see a light at the end of the tunnel, "What kind of service in particular?"

"Services that can't be talked over the phone, let's meet tomorrow. How does 2PM, tomorrow sound?" Zainab asked.

"What venue?"

"Don't worry about that yet, I'll text you the details, I know your office so I'll pick somewhere close by"

"Okay then."

Zainab hung up, then turned to Jummy who had been looking at her as if her eyes could hear what Zainab was saying as she made the call. "Are you sure this lawyer is a good one?" Zainab asked.

"Good? Don't under estimate him, he is the best there is in murder and murder related cases, I got his contact details from Jonathan last year." Jummy replied. Jonathan was Jummy's ex, who had been charged with a case of murder too and made use of Boniface services, although he was found not guilty, Jummy didn't have the mind to keep on dating him, they maintain a cordial friendship relationship.

"Okay then, if you say so, I really need to sleep now, I have a feeling tomorrow is going to be a long day for me, I've got to meet this lawyer and then run to the study to record a new episode of singles and married, E.A won't be pleased with me if I postpone again" Zainab lamented.

"Hope you remember say the doctor talk make you rest well well?" Jummy asked, for the first time in a long while, she switched back to her pidgin.

"Yes I remember, but do I really have an option? I just want to get over with the all this plenty wahala on my head" Zainab replied.

"Okay then, I guess I'll be going home now and I'm lucky I still have this injury on my shoulder, am sure my boss won't complain to much concerning my absence after she sees this" Jummy said, and made a mocking sound of pain.

Zainab chuckled, "Okay na, I'll call you before going to see the lawyer tomorrow".

"That one na your wahala," Jummy replied and left Zainab house.

Zainab looked at the broken pieces of the bottle she threw at the wall and sighed, she regretted wasting such expensive drink and knew she just gave herself extra work since she had to clean it up herself, but she concluded she would do that the next day.

She then walked to her bedroom, removed her top therefore exposed her magnificent b0obs that were struggling to stay inside the rather small bra. She removed the bra and her trousers, she walked to the front of the mirror and looked at her nud3 body at the mirror, she was the exact replica of the new coke figure 8 bottle or maybe she was even more curvy, she had the right amount of flesh in the right places. With a huge smile of satisfaction on her face, she walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower.

Before she slept that night, she pinged 3face and P-cube asking them to feature on her show the next day and the agreed.


TO BE CONTINUED by 6PM.

Continuation already on my blog .

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dunno ur blog..

spaq: Omotobi2806@gmail.com

dunno ur blog..

sochistar.

EPISODE 12B.

It was already 7:45AM when Jummy finally woke up the next morning. She was expected to be at work by 8:00AM and unless she was going to magically teleport herself to work, then she was going to be late, very late! Considering the fact that she had no car anymore after the accident.

How she survived such severe crash with such little injury to show for it was nothing short of a miracle and Jummy knew this, even though she hadn't talked much about it, she promised herself to go to church the next sunday and give thanksgiving.

As she stood up from her bed, she looked at the wall clock and the time read 2:50, whether it was PM or AM is unknown since it was obvious the clock had stopped working without Jummy noticing, she searched for her wrist watch and saw the actually time, 7:45AM, she became super alert.

She broke the world record of bathing for fat people as she was in and out of the bathroom in less than five minutes, in another quick ten minutes, she was already on her way out of the house, heading to her work place. Her speed would have made Superman feel slow.

In a total of 35 minutes, Jummy was already sitted at her desk trying to act like she wasn't late. Jummy worked for GNP and was a customer care agent, one of all those people who pick our calls when we dial "190".

NB: GNP means Global Network Provider, they are just like MTN, Etisalat etc, only more popular.

She had barely sat for five minutes when the phone on her desk rang, Jummy sighed.

"Hello, welcome to GNP customer services, my name is Jane, how may I help you?" Jummy replied. During the course of their training, they were given a limited list of names they were meant to adopt as their customer care name, just for security purposes.

"You people are thieves! I just recharged 1000 naira now now so that I would subscribe and all of a sudden, you people told me I don't have enough credit to subscribe. I thought subscription was now more expensive only for me to check my balance and see 0.00 naira, what happened to my credit?" The caller yelled over the phone.

Jummy wasn't stunned or surprised, she received such calls daily.

"Sir, what exactly did you want to subscribe for?" Jummy asked calmly.

"Blackberry things na, abi e get another thing then they subscribe for, una must return my money oh!!!" The recipient yelled ignorantly.

Jummy wanted to say, "Kilon worry eh? shey na me take your money? Better no dey shout for my head before I trace your house come beat you," but she knew most of the calls were being monitored by her oga at the top, she took a chill pill and replied, "Hold on for a minute sir, let me go through your line and check where the problem is"

"Which one go through my line again? I'm saying you people have thief my 1k and you are going through my line, what concern my line with my credit?" The caller replied, it was obvious he had no idea what "Line" meant in this context.

Jummy just ignored him and started punching some buttons on her keyboard, few minutes later she was done, "Sir, from what I'm seeing here, you didn't pay for last month subscription but somehow manipulated your line to browse for free, we only took back what belonged to us once we found out, am sorry sir" She replied.

"Ahh! Its not me that use this sim last month oh, me and Rasaki dey change sim well well, make I give you him number so that you go collect the money from e sim, me just collect this sim today today" The recipient replied, his funny blend of pidgin english and normal english was confusing Jummy.

"Sir, there is nothing I can do. But don't worry, we have collected the 1000 naira of last month so you can subscribe now and nothing would happen" Jummy tried to sound convincing.

"But what concern my money with Rasaki nah? I talk say na Rasaki wey use this sim last month, so I..."

Jummy was fed up, "Orie ti baje, you use cheat browse, come they shout for my head, thunder fire your papa!" She cut in.

"Err? Wetin you just talk now now?"

Jummy who realised she had just gone against her work ethics knew she had to end the call now and pray the supervisor hadn't been monitoring the call. "Sir, if that would be all, I'll have to end the call now. Thanks for using GNP. Bye," and she hung up while the caller kept on lamenting to a dead line.

Just then the intercom rang and she picked it immediately, the number "1" blinked on the screen, which only meant the call was coming from the supervisor.

"Hello" Jummy said, uncertain of what to expect, she hoped the supervisor hadn't been listening to the call.

"Come to my office now," the supervisor who was a female said and hung up.

* * * * *

Zainab woke up on the right side of the bed and was feeling unusually happy about herself. It had been a while since she slept so well and it sure felt real good. She looked at the time piece on the bed side table and saw it was nearly 12pm already.

"So I slept all morning?" She thought to her self, before she recalled she was supposed to meet with Boniface in two hours time and she was yet to make any plans.

She picked up the complimentary card or Barrister Boniface which Jummy had given her and read the contents, she wanted to know the address of the law firm, if it can be called that.

"No 6, Benson Akiyele street, isolo. Near St Pauls anglican church, Oke-Afa." She read the address out loud.

She knew the place and figured it would be an hour drive, she picked up her phone and sent the most vague text ever to Boniface; "Meet me at Chicken Republic. 2PM". She believed he would be able to understand the text fully if he is as smart as Jummy says he is.

She quickly went to the bathroom and bathed, then few minutes later she was on her way to the venue.

It was 1:30PM when she parked her car in the parking lot of the venue, so she knew she had thirty minutes to spare, she picked up her phone and dialled Jummy's number but it got to reply, she assume Jummy was busy.

She glanced at the eatery and then murmured some words which had the name "Richard", before she walked out of her car and into the eatery to wait for the lawyer.

TO BE CONTINUED.

^^ Entertaining. Really beginning to like this Jummy character.

ARareGem: ^^ Entertaining. Really beginning to like this Jummy character.

LOL... Everybody likes jummy , glad u approve.

ηice one ßrυv! the cυstomer service part got me crackiηg. . . λlso, i ∂oηt' thiηk jυmmy's ßσss ησtice∂ whαt she said to the eηrαge∂ caller, me thiηking she seηt for her as regar∂ her absence!!

[size=15pt]#teαmRichαr∂[/size]


-o∂υηaчo™

ignorance will nt kill some people.nd dis jummy of a gal sabi correct reply...i luv jummy,she no dey dull herself nd for u chistar more greese to ur elbow

sкчscrαρεr™:
ηice one ßrυv! the cυstomer service part got me crackiηg. . . λlso, i ∂oηt' thiηk jυmmy's ßσss ησtice∂ whαt she said to the eηrαge∂ caller, me thiηking she seηt for her as regar∂ her absence!!

[size=15pt]#teαmRichαr∂[/size]


-o∂υηaчo™

lol... Make we dey watch as e go be... I 4 follow yu say #TeamRichard but that won't be fair to my other characters so #TeamBITC.H

Babie Ghagha: ignorance will nt kill some people.nd dis jummy of a gal sabi correct reply...i luv jummy,she no dey dull herself nd for u chistar more greese to ur elbow

thanks babes

Vhiz Jummy na correct babe.
#TeamJummy

chistar01: , lol, na me u dey vex 4?

Nope. I dey vex for maslf for missing out.

Hmmmm......This stori is gettin hotter

*make i remove my shirt receive fresh air b4 d hotness cook me *

nice one bro chistar......I just love reading your work ...I must really say you are good

Eni~girl:
Vhiz Jummy na correct babe.
#TeamJummy

hmmmm

Vivy Gift:
Nope. I dey vex for maslf for missing out.

lol.. Oh

smithe113: Hmmmm......This stori is gettin hotter

*make i remove my shirt receive fresh air b4 d hotness cook me *

u sha wan show all dis girls ur muscle big pass my own , better wear your shirt back

Arnoldo: nice one bro chistar......I just love reading your work ...I must really say you are good

hmmm... #BLESS. Thanks.


NEW UPDATE COMING IN DUE TIME.

PEACe.

jummy ti wole

6PM in a bit!!! #Anticipate. Fresh new post in few minutes

EPISODE 13.

"What is wrong with this lawyer na? Why are Nigerians do deep into the 'Nigerian time' thing? Zainab lamented. The time was 2:45PM and so far, there have been no sign of Barr. Boniface.

Zainab started considering the possibility of Boniface not receiving her text, had she made a silly mistake by not simply calling instead of sending such vague SMS, or probably he didn't even understand what the SMS meant, she thought. She concluded within herself to call him and confirm his status, she still had the "single and married thing to do later that day". She brought out her phone and dialled Barr. Boniface number.

Just then, a man, probably in his early thirties, thirty-two to be precise, walked into the eatery. Irrespective of his quite old age, he had the looks of a twenty years old. His face was spotless and didn't look like it had ever experienced a shave, while he kept the popular "Punk" hairstyle. Wearing a well-fitted black suit and black italian leather shoe, he simply looked like he worth million dollars.

He stood at the entrance for a short while, slowly looking at each table and its occupants carefully as if he was looking for someone. He was startled when his phone rang.

He glanced at his modest Blackberry Bold 4 phone screen and saw the name "Zainab (new)," he sighed and picked the call.

"Hello, am already at the venue, where are you?" He asked almost immediately.

"You are already where?" Zainab asked in an alarmed tone.

"You sent me an SMS which had the venue of our meeting, Chicken Republic, right?"

"Yea! Chicken Republic, where are you then? I'm already in the eatery too," Zainab replied as started scanning the whole eatery uneasily. She suddenly caught the view of a man who stood at the entrance, obviously making a call and looking around, she instantly knew it was Boniface.

"I can't see you anywhere here?" Boniface complained.

"Look towards your left," Zainab replied and stood up, waving. Boniface spotted her and walked towards her direction, with a charming smile planted on his face.

He got to the table and after confirming Zainab's identity and exchanging pleasantries, he sat down on the chair at the other side of the table.

Zainab silently admired his looks and wonder why such good looking person should be bearing such a not-so-nice name like "boniface," she was sure his parents were just being wicked to their child for giving his such name, she smiled and dusted the thought from her mind as Boniface made to speak.

"I'm must confess, you look really nice," He complimented Zainab. He was a graduate of law from the University of Ibadan, and have also read many books on business strategies, the one point that all book had in common was, "always make the client feel comfortable at all cost," so in this case, he was trying to use flattery.

Zainab wasn't a sucker for flattery, so she waved his compliment saying, "Thanks, can we get down to business?"

Boniface was fairly disgruntled, no one had actually turned down his compliment that way, but he just had to move on, after all, what other choice did he have?.

"Okay, if you say so. So what's the problem?" He said.

"Good. Well, I'm not familiar with legal terms, so I don't know if I can call this a case of attempted murder"

Boniface readjusted on his seat, he had the feeling he was in for a long story, "am all ears," he said.

Zainab took a deep breath and then went ahead to tell him everything she knew from the scratch, starting from when she filed for divorce to where she woke up at the hospital and got the tape where Richard instructed Dr. Daniel to kill Zainab. When she was done with her story, she took a deep breath, she didn't even notice she had been holding her breath all this while.

To her greatest surprise, Boniface didn't say anything to her immediately, rather, he signalled a waiter, and placed his order, he looked at Zainab and saw the surprised look, or maybe angry would be a better word to describe her look.

"Aren't you going to eat something?" He asked.

Zainab was speechless, she had just told this man something that had been bothering her for days and was very serious and here he was, asking her to eat or drink something like he hadn't even listened to all the things she said.

"No, thank you," she finally blurted out, trying not to show her disappointment.

Boniface smiled and in the process exposed his perfect white teeth, if he was employed by any toothpaste company to advertise their product, their sales would tremendously in a week or less.

"I insist you eat something, or at least, just have a drink," he pushed.

"I said NO, thank you," Zainab emphasised on the no, and she made sure the "thank you" wasn't from her heart.

"Okay, if you insist," he replied and waved the watched the waiter walk to the counter to collect the order.

Boniface then stared at Zainab from a short while, he was obviously thinking, but Zainab hadn't a single clue of what was going through his "punk head".

"Do you have the tape here with you?" He finally asked after a long pause.

"Yea, sure," Zainab replied and started searching her bag for the Ipod, she found it in no time and gave handed it over to him.

He picked it up, and examined it for a while like he had never seen such device before, Zainab starred at him intensely, she didn't want to miss a thing.

With out listening to the content he asked, "so how did you come across this again?"

"It was found in one of my hand bags at home, I got an anonymous tip," Zainab replied.

"Hmmm, okay, do you have a suitable earpiece with you? Mine won't fit into the port"

"Yea, of course, have it," she was holding the earpiece already so she gave him.

The both of them were feeling quite smart with their selves and tried to pull the other leg or out smart each other at every possible opportunity.

While Boniface listened to the contents, his order arrived: not exotic, just some sort of assorted drink and a king-sized burger, he definitely had a huge appetite, Zainab thought.

He paused the tape, picked up his burger and took a bite, opened the drink and also took a sip, then he looked at Zainab and asked again, "are you sure you don't want to have anything? This tastes great."

Zainab was furious and her face was glowing red, Boniface noticed and smiled in a way he was sure she wouldn't know.

"Are you going to focus on this case or try to flirt with me? I thought you were a pro, guess I was wrong," Zainab said in a second and snatched the Ipod from him, picked up her bag and made to leave the eatery in annoyance.

Boniface smiled, he was obviously enjoying himself. He had tried to play the good cop with her when he flattered her but she turned him down, and according to his books, when the good cop doesn't work, then the bad cop would, and that was exactly what he was doing, playing the bad cop.

He let her walk past him and just when she was at his back directly, he stood up and turned towards her.

"You have a tough case here," he started to say and Zainab paused to listen. "There isn't much to convict him, but I understand your plight and your husband needs to be locked behind bars, if you walk out of here, that's not going to happen, trust me. Now come and sit down back and let's talk more"

Zainab stood still for a bit, weighing her options, he probably wasn't as bad as she though. After standing still for a few seconds, she returned back to the seat.

Boniface showed his teeth once more and asked, "now, do you want to drink something?" He asked.

* * * * *

Jummy was perplexed as she sat transfixed on her desk. She couldn't believe her bad luck, every nerve in her body had frozen and she if she let go off herself for a minute, she would probably urinate on her body.

"So this jobless woman was monitoring this call? I wonder why all this woman does is make life miserable for me," Jummy thought to herself. She had just had an accident and lost her car, plus she still had plans of paying back John for the hospital bill and all this requires money, the last thing she needed now was to loose her job.

She made the sign of the cross, and with a huge sigh, she stood up from her seat and headed to her supervisor's office.

The supervisor's office was far different from a regular office. It was bigger than normal and had a state of the art DVD player which had never been switched on, as far as Jummy knew. There were more than enough furnitures in the office, which consisted of a big table, three chairs - one at one side of the table and two at the other side, a couch close to door and a wall which was somehow converted into shelf for files. From the way it seemed, the supervisor made an extra effort to make sure the name tag on her table was very visible, it was a big chunk of flat wood which was coated with gold, in looked like it cost a fortune. Boldly written on it was, "MRS OGBONAYA G. E," what the "G. E" meant was unknown to all the staffs in the company.

Jummy stood at the door of the office and made the sign of the cross once more, she was dead nervous. She knocked on the door in a way she could hardly hear the sound and waited for a response, Mrs Ogbonaya heard it and instructed her to come in.

Without looking at Jummy, she pointed at the empty seat across the table and continued to punch the buttons on her keyboard.

Jummy sluggishly walked to the seat and just when she was about to sit on it...

"And who gave you permission to do that?" Mrs Ogbonaya voiced out, she still wasn't looking at Jummy. Jummy was confused, didn't this woman just point at the chair now?

"Am sorry ma," Jummy replied and stood up.

"Sorry? It seems everyone enjoys telling me that nowadays," Mrs Ogbonaya replied and finally stopped punching her keyboard, she now stared at Jummy, "people think they can just say sorry and every misdeeds would be forgiven, even now, the incompetent employees of this company tend to say sorry a lot nowadays, or don't you agree, Miss Olukoya"

Jummy was starring at the blank wall behind Mrs Ogbonaya, it looked really interesting to her. She noticed no one was talking again and realised Mrs Ogbonaya was waiting for a reply, "Oh! No.. Yes.. No.. Errr.. You are right," Jummy stuttered.

"Good, I'm always right. I think its high time we do something about the incompetent employees, before its too late, don't you agree?" The way she used the "we" made Jummy feel she was referring to herself and her.

"Yes ma," Jummy muttered, so far so good, this conversation was going too well for her.

"Jummy..." Mr Ogbonaya suddenly called out. Jummy was startled, she didn't think Mrs Ogbonaya could call her that.

"Jummy right? That's what you are usually called right?" Jummy was getting impatient, what was all this plenty questions for, if you want to fire me, fire me and let me rest, Jummy thought.

"Yes ma," she replied anyway.

"You are aware you haven't been to work for a long while, and today you decided to come to work, you insulted one of our customers, right?"

Jummy knew her time was up, she was about to be fired, or so she thought.

"Yes ma, about my absence, it was inevitable. I had an acc..."

"Accident," Mrs Ogbonaya cut in, "Yes, am also aware you had enough energy to move around but could call to inform us. Anyway, that aside, what do you have to say concerning insulting one of our customers?"

Jummy was on the spot, she had no possibly good excuse, "err.. Ma.. Err... I.." Was all Jummy could say.

"No response? I thought as much," Mrs Ogbonaya looked at Jummy more intensely now, "you see, like we both agreed some minutes ago, we need to let go of the incompetent staffs, so let me ask you this question. Miss Olukoya Jumoke, are you incompetent?"

Jummy heard the soundtrack of those ancient action movies in her head:"Ghen Ghen!!!".

She went into deep thoughts, she had to somehow think of a smart reply, and need to fast, very fast.

TO BE CONTINUED.