I don't want VN oh. Post the written note WN.

Keep it coming

We want both.

princesa: I don't want VN oh. Post the written note WN.

Keep it coming

500 Likes.

whitemosquito: Tell you what. If i get 50 likes, ill upload the next update as a voicenote. That way you can get to hear the story read from the horse's mouth. Lol. Its up to you guys.

noble4d:

Hmm! You employed third person omniscient technique which is the most smoothest...wow! I love it.

lol. Muchas gracias. Stay tuned.

princesa: I don't want VN oh. Post the written note WN.

Sweetie, its the two both of them I would have done na. Lol. The Vn supported by the Wn.

The offer is still standing, though. Whenever any update gets up to 50 likes, the next update would include a Voicenote.

*turns to Princesa*
All those in support say 'AYE'...

whitemosquito: Sweetie, its the two both of them I would have done na. Lol. The Vn supported by the Wn.

The offer is still standing, though. Whenever any update gets up to 50 likes, the next update would include a Voicenote.

*turns to Princesa*
All those in support say 'AYE'...

AYE!

Waiting for update oh.

am loving dis, nice update.

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May had been staring at the screen of her phone for a long time. It was a sleek gold Iphone 6, built more for aesthetics than functionality, and it was easy to understand how one could get lost admiring its stylishness. However, that wasn't what May was doing.

May was staring at her phone, but she wasn't seeing it. Her brain was churning and whirling over the varied plausible and non-plausible explanations as to her daughter's continued absence.
Mojisola had been missing for several weeks now. May couldn't believe it; May refused to believe it, but that was the only logical conclusion that the facts at her disposal added up to. Mojisola, the only one of her three children on speaking terms with her, the one she secretly loved with a passion that scared even her was missing, presumed kidnapped. That was the only explanation.
Initially, when she hadn't showed up to their customary Sunday dinner- an occasion every child of hers had been taught to observe with religious obedience but which so far she had only received a polite tolerance - she hadn't batted an eyelid. They had a falling apart some days earlier over a difference of opinion on policy matters as it concerned one of the companies the family owned. Mojisola had loudly declared herself "sick to death of her mother's highhandedness" as well as "done with anything" that had to do with her. Her mother had been unperturbed. Mojisola was very like her father- dramatic, easily excited, prone to rash decisions but unable to hold malice. May had felt she simply needed time to cool off. It was part out of pride and part a statement of nonchalance that she did not follow through her daughter's act of rebellion with a predictably caustic phone call demanding to know why she had been left to eat Sunday dinner alone. Now, she deeply regretted that decision, for she was several weeks behind the cold trail that Mojisola left behind and nothing she thought to do seemed fruitful. Her daughter's phone number was switched off. Perhaps the phone had been stolen or dumped by the kidnappers. None of her friends knew her whereabouts, they all claimed they hadn't seen her and if the intensity of their denials were to be taken seriously, it seemed that she, May, was the last person to have seen her daughter. She, as well as the members of the Board of Directors present at the meeting where Mojisola had vowed her independence of her mother. Of course, each of the Board members she had asked all politely but with strong rebuff in their eyes, told her that maybe Mojisola had indeed meant those words she screamed in the Boardroom.

She refused to believe it. So, she had turned to the police. At first, the Divisional Head of Lekki Area H was helpful. The smell of crisp bank notes May had caressed his palm with and the promise of more gingered him into an energetic pursuit he usually reserved only for Unilag undergrads. Like a little terrier , he had started down the path of least resistance, earnestly visiting Mojisola's friends and acquaintances until he too had come to the same conclusion as the Members of Board- this was a family matter, best settled within the family and that Mojisola would turn up once she was done licking her wounds. The Almighty Nigerian police could not justify spending any more of their limited time or non-existent resources into settling family disputes. That message he had delivered to May with a heavy tinge of regret but with the finality of a Judges' gavel when she barged into his office demanding for an update on the case.
It seemed May had exhausted all of her options. The advice she had received all rang sound but she couldn't dispel that emptiness in her tummy, that hollow feeling that snuck up behind her when she was idle, that sixth sense all mothers were blessed with that betrayed some misfortune circling their children.
So, she stared blindly at her phone wondering if indeed all her options were exhausted, wondering whether she could, if she dared to exploit that last fail safe. Searching deep within her, she knew she would never forgive herself if anything happened to Mojisola on her watch, if she lost Mojisola again.

This realization took the decision for her. She began to prepare to undertake the journey she had taken seven years ago when Mojisola was almost taken from her. It would be a journey that would haunt her as did the previous , a journey that would cost something dear to her, but as the Good Book put it, Unworthy is the one that puts his hand to the plough and looks back."

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Nice one there,are u a sanguine?You are so full of life.I have taken my seat on this thread.#Blow away my boredom jare ...so on-point.

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whitemosquito: what da ...? ROTFLOL. Smh. Smh. Smile. Smh.

I hope that means you will at least think about finishing it?

franciseromosel: Nice one there,are u a sanguine?You are so full of life.I have taken my seat on this thread.#Blow away my boredom jare ...so on-point.

Lol. At all o. Im a ChlorMel. Na my written works be Sanguine. Lol. Or... I dunno man. My temperaments be morphing like an Xmen character these days... But thanks dear. I intend to give my best!

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whitemosquito: Thanks y'all. Help me thank God for journey mercies o. Just got into Lag right now. Will update in the early hours of tomorrow morning.

@Zyzxx, this your name reminds me of a computer virus. Lol. Thank you sir.

lol. virus? no am an antivirus, am here to protect eru ife

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no she is not pregnant AGBEKE

whitemosquito: sorry boo. I dont talk (or think, for that matter) about stuff i write in my diary. Could you please take down the link? Im getting shy..

No need to get shy about a talent I believe is God given. Anyways, since you seem to be 'shy' online, I sent you a pm. Hope you respond.

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Huh,Agbeke nd eru.well done sis

Wow! Interesting, Nice story. I refused to get scared.

Wait lemme call my friend#runs outta thread#
Crislyn oya come oh, ur type of story don show.

#panting# she's on her way.

Whitemosquito weldone jare, try give us another update.

I aff arrived dear...it wasn't easy getting here bt thank God I made it..lol. This is my story..its jst like watching those powerful yoruba movies.

bibie01: Wow! Interesting, Nice story. I refused to get scared.

Wait lemme call my friend#runs outta thread#
Crislyn oya come oh, ur type of story don show.

#panting# she's on her way.

Whitemosquito weldone jare, try give us another update.

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wao dis geting intresting, weldom ma'am

Ha! Dats gr8..it is all d better. *inyoruba accent* bt sister mi ds ur name slf powerful o..lols

whitemosquito: Trust me. This one pass yoruba film..

whitemosquito: Thank you seunviju. Welcome bibie01 and crislyn.

Thanks dear, you can give us anoda update too

whitemosquito: Thanks y'all. Help me thank God for journey mercies o. Just got into Lag right now. Will update in the early hours of tomorrow morning.

@Zyzxx, this your name reminds me of a computer virus. Lol. Thank you sir.

bros abeg upload oo.....following.. ..

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Very interesting piece.

Seun, Mukina2, Mynd44 this is front page worthy.

I love this post.........pls update it
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