#MERCYTheStory Ep3

*MERCY SAID NO*

So distressed and unhappy, Mercy laid in her bed with her heart filled with anger. She wasn't happy with herself.
So many things filled her mind at this point.
What she wanted was to sleep, but her emotions wouldn't let her.

'M' failed to show up at the sharing again; she hated disappointments, she hated to anticipate for things that ended up failing to meet up to her expectations.

It was 10pm already, she had no option but to stay put at home and sulk it all up. Her favourite hangout spot had closed at that time.

It was late.

Her favourite hang out spot was called, "Ben Club".
This was were she cleared her head anytime she felt down. She had her 'Beta Malt' to herself each time she needed to create space for good tidings in her heart.

This was were she fought with nature 'tooth and nail'.

As she laid the back of her head on her pink coloured pillow, she felt she was falling apart.
Memories from her past  came back to hunt her.

She remembered when she was young, and her female folks refused to play with her because of her size, and how her parent also refused her from having male friends in the name of protecting her from evil.

She could recollect how her father was bent on her reading law in the university, while her dream course was english language.

She could recollect how her dad never brought money for her schooling,from her nursery school days, to her high school and university days. How he even stole money from her younger brother meagre savings.

She remembered how he was lazying about doing nothing while his mates were out there toiling in the rain to feed their various families. How she wished her own father death till he eventually died.

She remembered how she left the Roman Catholic Church to  a church her first male friend attended, and how she stopped going to church and believing in christians entirely because that same male friend who was a choirmaster in the church invited her over to his home,drugged and disflowered her.She only attended sharing's on thursdays just to see 'M'

This made her to start hating male folks, took feminism seriously, never derived joy from sex with a man, and said no to holy matrimony, and poverty.

She was on the look out for happiness.

Then that cool wind blew and she slept off, leaving her electric kettle filled with water connected to the socket waiting to be switched on.

*#M #MERCY #MTheStory3 #EPISODE3*

*@mcchimefrancis*
*#2017* *©DERIVING_JOY*

#MERCYTheStory Ep2

*HOUR OF MERCY*

It was thursday again, so Mercy prepared herself to go for her usual evening sharing at the 'House On The Valley' Church. Her favourite speaker, 'Pastor M' was the person who was to moderate today's session, so she had to look her very best.

She gently removed the engagement ring on her middle finger. She immediately recalled how Musa proposed to her at the shopping mall at Ikeja with over three thousand witnesses in unplanned attendance. She could remember how she covered her mouth with her hands as she watched Musa kneel down, and staring at her with his eyes wide open, and his tobacco stained teeth following suit.

She remembered the words that came out of her mouth being covered by her hands.

"Bastard! Bastard!! Who told you I am ready? Who told you I was going to marry you?" She said to her self, before she said the much anticipated Yes!.

The mall ruptured, as people were excited because they had heard a 'yes!'.
A 'Yes!' she just had to exclaim due to her environmental condition, and all she kept hearing from the people around her was "awwn!" like a girl moaning during her first sex. She just had to go through all that because Musa came from the wealthy home of Africa's Richest Black Man 'Aliko Zagadat'.
A week from that day, she saw the akward scene of Musa Proposing to her On the Instagram Page Of BellaNaija. She unfollowed them immediately.

She stepped out in her denim jean and black top for the sharing. She got to her parked BMW outside, on opening  her car door she checked her time, she was already thirty minutes late to the sharing. *To Be Continued*

*#M* *#MercyTheStory*

*@mcchimefrancis*
*#2017 ©DERIVING_JOY*

#MERCYTheStory Ep1

*MERCILESS MERCY*

As he hit climax, mercy rolled over to the edge of the bed. She needed to power her mobile device, since she had been making use of the whatsapp messenger app on it while Kunle rode her.

Kunle watched her leave the bed, after she had made sure her mobile device was charging.

She was now putting on her black top with a tag "Jesus Is Coming Soon"  boldly printed on it. She wore her favourite footwear for working out; her black Airmax always made the difference when she did her 20 laps round the courtyard ,the courtyard was a stone throw away from her gate.

"See you some other time" she said, as she walked out of the room while kunle stared at her round waist swinging in an oscillating manner.

"I can't  believe she didn't even feel anything, even after using Adam's desire on her!" Kunle exclaimed.

Now looking at the snake between his two legs, so weak, and calm. It wasn't looking like it was in a hurry anymore like it did barely a few minutes ago.

He packed up and left, he felt like the bitch.

"This girl is too powerful" he said to himself as he walked out of the gates of David Homes.
*To Be Continued*

@mcchimefrancis
#2017

WHAT THE BLACK MAN CALLS HUMILITY

WHAT THE BLACK MAN CALLS HUMILITY

Few days after the 7th richest man in the world paid a visit to Nigeria, Facebook founder, Mark Zuckerberg Caused fracas on social media because of his dress sense, I was reading Chimanda's "Americanah" for a second time and this excerpt caught my attention.

"...People often told him how humble he was, but they did not mean real humility, it was merely that he did not flaunt his membership in the wealthy club, did not exercise the rights it brought- to be rude, to be inconsiderate, to be greeted rather than to greet - and because so many others like him exercised those rights, his choices were interpreted as humility. He did not boast, either, to speak about the things he owned, which made people assume he owned much more than he did..."

And how terrible it is that we tend to see humility this way, we see humility as refusing to follow trends, which quite well every proud person could easily adopt to be referred to as a humble man at death.

It is a notion we need to tackle, we need to stop, and we need to fight against.
To be humble is to see life as a place where we do not own, it is seeing everything we acquire as vanity, it is seeing oneself as one who exist on a platform of privilege. Inasmuch as it is like breaking away from the norm, there is more to humility than our physical nature and presence.

Don't judge a man as humble because he wore polo and jean from America to Nigeria, Africa is hot brother, he is playing smart. A tee and jean would allow ventilation than a suit and knotted tie (just joking)

@mcchimefrancis

THE STORY I SHOULD HAVE KEPT TO MYSELF

A STORY I SHOULD HAVE KEPT TO MYSELF

I wish to write on a particular area where many people are conversant with, which is me being generally known as a Funny Man.

The Comedian who some people know him facially without knowing his stage name, and to some, the comedian whose stage name is known to them but don't really know him facially.

I want to share with everyone through this write up how it all started for me here in the lions den as a student MC.

I must say it was easy for me to start stand up comedy and emcee to an extent, because right from time I had being in the comedy business only as a stage actor.

I decided not go into comedy because I didn't want to be a comedian who feasted on already thought out jokes, I wanted to be able to generate my own materials by myself.

So how did I go about it, I visited Google, Google gave me the keyword, and that keyword helped me generate my first written joke and also subsequent jokes I crack on stage today.

The truth Is, to make it as an Emcee/comedian in UNN today, you need to be very funny and original, even in the outside world that is what is required of you

I did my first prepared stand up comedy performance in UNN, at a church valentine program in 2014, at seat of wisdom hall organised by st peters chaplaincy, unn.

Prior to that time, I had already moderated some programs and simple birthdays with a few number of audience and I didn't do bad at all.

That Valentine's day, I did okay and it was time for me to redirect my fans into the direction I was headed. I was only known for my acting but I needed to diversify.
My next breakthrough came in that years federation week hosted by NFCS.
That was The turning point for me.
From that day onwards I had being involved in many forms of events which I won't be mentioning.

Aside the Google thing, I also studied professional comedians whose style of comedy I found cool and interesting, I joined twitter and followed them up, I got closer to my radio, I started reading books,and all this attributed to the stage I am today.

The UNN comedy market is not tight I must say, because if you are talented you know what you are doing, you will surely excel in it, same as the outside world too.
I started from the church and the church is always the best place I perform so well, because I am an observational comedian who fights against comedians saying raw and unpleasant things just to make the audience laugh.

Another thing I learnt from student MC's before me was that I found out they layed a legacy before leaving school, the likes of Adviser Momentum, The Expert All organised Events before leaving. The likes of uzor frank, uzor chris, MC MUO et al tried grooming someone before leaving which I am happy to benefit from. So I can gladly say I am the last of the rare breed, the son of the legendary Old MC lineage, and the new generation point of call.
So this made me to come up with #chimefrancislive (THE CUPID STORIES) Which would be coming up this winter in school-that would be my own legacy for other up and incoming comedians to follow.

The story has being smooth for me, thanks to God,and my family Federation Theatre Unn.
I can proudly say I was never booed during a performance from the day I started till date.

This is one of my numerous stories.  #LionspotTellYourStory

Story By @mcchimefrancis

SUCCESS

SUCCESS

By Sophia(poet-christAPoet), ChimeFrancis(comedian) & Chibuzo(Poet-ChristAPoet)


Success
Drive for the crowd
Topic spoken on so loud
Reason for many to be proud
To this many are bound

Living life, caged with conditions
Being thought to be fast in slow motions
Not minding the things you give appreciations
Or how you see yourself in the nearest future

Everyone seeks to be succesful
Every individual seeks to be heard
In our own liltle own way, we can feel a lot more satisfied
If we learn to do really small things with our hearts

Because this knowledge was passed down to us from the top
We are bound to bounce so high above rooftops
Getting high up, wishing to fall right instead of left
Hittting the ground, injuries only us felt.

Yes, A kind of knowledge that is not really handed
Down but is just felt as that's what it is.


@mcchimefrancis
@christAPoet Christ A Poet Youtube

ME

ME (The II Chapter)

The noise gets too much
So I stay away
Most times reality sinks me
So I swim against its direction.
Fear prepares a table before me
But I refuse to dine with it.
Fame shows me a two edged sword
No! I choose to write more with a pen, it is mightier.
Love survives between two or more people
But, I want to love myself.
Grace is for auction
So I fight with prayer to be the highest bidder
I want to grow
So I select my seedlings properly
I want to save lives tomorrow
So am not helping hands today
I want to love in a good way
Yet I still want to love myself better.
Not just win awards, and fight for who is the best
I want to do my own things in a better way
Yes! I want to Look at you deriving joy when I tell jokes
Smiles when its my own material
Keeping it a 100 even when people think we in a competition
I want to be my own competition
Set records and break them when I dim fit.
Serve God at the long run, live long till the right call, and die a holy death.

Forgive me for I have sinned.
Graces to grace the biggest platform
Preaching what matters most- Peace & Silence

By Chimefrancis

#AccordingToCircumstances
#Anticipate

WRONG TOUCH

Words cannot express this feeling
Life has done a lot of teaching
Pride has always given me a reason
Greatness has to be the final blessings

Wrongs has caused me progress
Sin have made me seek God Less
Pasts occurences kept me fearless
The road to success has been harmless

Where will I find solace
From where will my maker surface
How much do I want to win
How high can I get with this dry gin.

Oh! I can now see the sky
Flying On the wings of royal birds without asking why
I guess am close to my creator
I feel am shaking hands with the mediator

Run! Run! Don't stop running away
From those that have no burning desire in them
Now that am here with my maker, I will;
Ask, seek, and knock on his door.

I hope you all are bitten by a snake
I hope one day, you all forget to go to the farm without a rake
Then you will know there is no gain in pain.
At that time you did be grateful for the things you call liltle.

We are not born perfect
We are groomed to attain perfection
We are not only alive to live long
We ain't dead yet, we are meant to live well

The battle line has been drawn
The centurion's machete has been sharpened
But the pen and God's word is mightier than the sword
Gracias!

By Chimefrancis

THAT I

Off (#AccordingToCircumtances)

God forbids! That the future becomes the present
And my present becomes my past
And I still remain the same.

That I may not remain without form and void
Lost in my aspirations while I was young
The future I hoped for, a lost cause

That my human nature doesn't take position
That fame doesn't lead me to damnation
That I may not surf on waves like ripples formed when the pea sinks

That truth be a part of me
So I would learn not to lie
And keep to my word never to pretend
That I derive joy at all good cost
And be sober when loved ones are lost

That I make love to you in Paris
Name our baby Marris
Walk with you along the lawn with our dog charis
And when the rain drops, we did share kisses

That I may see light down the hole
Find time to dine and wine
Never share a bed space with boredom
Keep pushing after reaching stardom
Always being brave even when hit with tantrums
Dancing always to the tunes of soft drums
And Sharing happiness with friends drinking rum.
That I...Believe Till It Comes To Pass

Written By ChimeFrancis

FRIENDSHIP SOMETIMES

I met this friend on Facebook. I liked the person technically before even meeting her in person, I loved her style even more the moment I saw her. She was as friendly as hell when we chatted via WhatsApp. She was into the kind of things I liked, most times we talked even late at night, and those nights were always fun to the extent of me recording her calls to listen to them over and over again. I was beginning to trip for her then I noticed how busy she was around guys. Many guys were always visiting to the extent I even made way for them. I friend-zoned myself before she even did. I loved her talent, what she did with the pen and paper marvelled me. I liked the fact she never smiled when she is on set, but glows with smile when you talk with her. I Kept making her feel unhappy towards me so that we could fight and become enemies(what I normally do to girls I really like though). It paid off anyway. Now we don't really care about each other, though now we read  each others posts on Facebook and smile I guess. Watching one another's back. I Envisioned a long lasting friendship though, but as the saying goes "the sweetest thing last for a short while". I Just want her to know that I really care even though pride wont allow me to show it. I know right now she is reading this. If we enter the new year without talking, texting or chatting then I know you finally gave up on our friendship.

ACCORDING TO FREEMAN

INTRODUCTION
Firstly I want to thank God for his grace upon my life and the opportunity to be alive till this point time.
Secondly, I want to thank everyone I used their images, song lyrics to put this work into shape.
Finally, I enjoin you to read this piece with keenness, and be imaginative while you read. Also listen to the songs prescribed as you read. I promise you that you will enjoy every bit of it.
Here are the titles of articles you will find and some of sthe prescribed songs.
I. ME
II. IN MY OPINION
III. PEOPLE
IV. CHAINS, PAINS, FREEDOM  [SONG- John legend Ft common || GLORY]
V. ULUMMA
VI. POWERFUL WOMEN
VII. PLAY ON [SONG- Nicki Minaj || Grand Piano]
VIII. POVERTY
IX. THE END
X. FREE ROLE( A Story)

1. ME

This an introduction, credit to @bestofscorpio
We are emotional and powerful
We are passionate and exciting
We tell it like it is
We love proving people wrong
Although you might think you know us, you definitely will not know 100%, we pride ourselves in mystery

We are best lovers
We value loyalty and bonding
We are mysterious people, but one thing we will never hide is once you’re ours, you’re ours
We choose very carefully who we allow into our hearts
We may be a lot to handle. The one who knows how to keep up will be happy they did
Our heart is big and deep, and nobody can love you better
Break it and you will have an enemy for life

We are observant
We are clever
We have the best of mind at all times
We don’t let anger or sadness cloud our judgment
We never give up
We bleed success
We are secretive and need our private time
We can cut through facades and see right down to the core of someone
We have extreme moods, one minute we could be the life of the party, the next completely isolate ourselves
We don’t have an attitude problem, we have a personality you can’t handle
We are easily turned off by rudeness
We dislike being disrespected on any level
If you ignore us we will make sure you never forget us
Never lie to us, we are natural investigators and we will always find out the truth
We are detectives, we will get down to the bottom of it.
We are hot tempered

We forgive but never forget
We are so unforgiving when we get hurt and will ensure that we hurt you x10 more
We will always get a revenge

The we here is me
The introduction is no superstition, they are real.

2. IN MY OWN OPINION

Yes!
The truth, and nothing but the truth is
I don’t respect your opinion
You might be good news today, and tomorrow you are bad news
I like my glory, I share it
That is why I always give God all the glory
I can hate for no reason, it is my feeling
This according to freeman
Don’t feel too big
I am that kind of person who has principles that look weird
So don’t try to judge me
Don’t try to plan for me, don’t wish to be me
You keep saying many things about me, now that I am, nobody
You go around judging me from afar
You say A to him, B to her, C to them and D to us about me
Those bad words makes me feel important
You keep improving this upcoming brand for me
I don’t care how you see me
Come to me with pity, I will tell you to go get a life
It is not pride, it is just that I don’t respect your opinions
No one does it better, we are just doing it in our own unique way of doing it
The day you start listening to all those outside talks
That is the day you start dying.
People’s opinion shouldn’t matter to you
They never mattered
If they did, many of my hopes would have being dashed today
Do it yourself, plan it your way, make things happen yourself
Be happy, that is most important
Keep deriving joy
This is not motivation: this is it… keep deriving joy in all you do
“I have grown old, that I could enforce my own decision, I can now make choices, be it right or wrong.
I can differentiate between success and failure, love and lust, truth and lies, god and sin.  

3. PEOPLE

This is not poetry
Sometimes you see me grab the mic
Saying things you might find funny
Smiles on my face, but deep down I’m sad and in pains
I wanted to be this single guy, they were like “How can you still be single?”
When I started dating, they were like “Why would you be dating?”
The confusion among them is worrying
Am doing all this, I call it my hobby but you compliment me
Am I good? Tell me
Am not doing great? Tell me
Am not good at all? Tell me
Don’t pretend, saying the truth is key
Love has never being friendly
I have admired some so deeply that I couldn’t help but play along
Deep heartbreaks, I cried
They have always been there for me
They have supported me this far
They have advised me
They have brought me up to a level because there are levels to these
Friends would forget me
Some I might forget
No matter how far you all go I would reach you guys
“You get angry easily”
“You talk a lot”
“Short boy”
“You are stingy”
What happened to my good side?
I struggle so hard to be unique, real with my humor
It is not easy though, I shouldn’t be complaining
Yet, you say I’m dry. That I am not funny
Just because I said the truth about what I felt
What happened to when I was funny?

** Don’t be deceived by the crackling noise
Empty vessels make the loudest noise
No matter how high, we all fall downs.

4. CHAINS, PAINS, FREEDOM

Amidst the beating
Amidst the spite
Amidst the blood spills
Amidst the long walk through the distance
Nakedness was fashion: the new attire
He wasn’t Jesus Christ, he wasn’t an apostle
He was a mortal man sold to his masters for a mirror
On the seas, men drowned to death because the ship wasn’t titanic
Picture this!
Blacks, chained to one another, all rank and file involved
Able bodied men with bright minds demoralized by pains
Pains from the chains
We became insane, all what we wished for was a light at the tunnels end
A light that we would later call freedom
No tydineal, penicillin or skineal to heal harsh wounds
We tilled, and tilled while the bull rested and master full of merry
I wasn’t a victim, but every one of us is related to a victim at one point
Light came, freedom came but:
We still lived our lives our in the shackles of these already broken chains
Stigmatization, caste systems, racism, and internal tribalism
All this still exist in our modern world
Our women, sons and daughters rest in eternal peace.
What is in the foresight isn’t light anyone
What is now at the end of the tunnel day time
Freedom has come, but it is not what we seek
Victory is the truth
We shall be victorious, glory shall abound for all blacks
The BLACK DREAM

5. ULUMMA

I saw dust
I saw you bending down
Two wrappers tied around your waist
Blue basins filled with garri, rice, and beans
You seized our football
I, your son
I had the right to pick it for my friends
With this job you still schooled yourself
Thanks to mama-the grandest
Who showed you light to education
Being inside you during your freshman year
Younger bro! Who came later, was inside you during your masters
You had to stop, I know-stress caused it
Many years you waited for it
Tears and blood spread
Prayers and doctors knives
They came, two of them within four years
No girl! Yes but we still have them two now
Always happy amidst unhappiness
You want the best so you don’t allow us rest
Strong, everything you do, you do for us
No matter what happens
You still stick around
The love is sour now, yet you still love
Mothers are meant to be immortals
I imagine what will happen
If you seem like you are no more
Come on!
You will live long
A legacy you have laid, yet to be told
I even find it hard to say your stories.

6. POWERFUL WOMEN

The inner strength of a good woman cannot be measured
And in the world of responsibility, many single handedly take care of everything around them
Many are making sacrifices on a daily basics
Going to the extreme, undertaking detrimental actions to live more
This are the women not concerned about feminism and its resulting actions
They think like women yet act like men

Many today have no one to call, father!
Many were brought up by a single mother
Few where trained only by their mum, whilst! Their dad still alive and strong
Not because he is ill or aged, because he is too lazy to work or he has decided not to be responsible for his kids
But this set of powerful women stood their ground against all odds
They carried everyone along, kids, family, relatives and friends
They still stick to their wedding vows-“for better, for worse”
They accomplish and achieve
These powerful women, most importantly FEAR GOD
To all black single mothers, I say keep the fire burning.

7. PLAY ON

Love today to me is a means to an end, that’s how I see it
I remember the days I found it hard to tell her how I felt
Then love was genuine and wasn’t clouded with sexual intentions
Today we claim to love, to get sex. We claim to love to carry on our deceitful actions.
But, I must confess, first love was the deepest, it was pure, young and clear
Nothing clouded it.
I promised to tell her how I felt inside everyday but shyness took a hold of me.
Those days when we all had the impression that guys were deceitful and girls didn’t know has one, now they know all the moves
Many girls want to live for the sex and flex. Many don’t want to be committed like the boys. We just any out there-in the non-committers league
Now love has being replaced by money and fame, the fine girls who were selective while they were wrong would now gladly end up with ugly rich guys whilst they were very choosy while growing up.
Be truthful with issues of love, tell the lady, I want you for the sex and flex-don’t come around her portraying you love her
Deceitful eyes and pretending lips making lies look true
I know you want to lie to get sex, many will still do this but what remains is that telling a lie is not the best. Am not telling you to abstain but all I want from you is restraining from telling lies about your love for someone.
Heartbreaks are real, it is a bad feeling I must confess
Especially the first one when you loved freely
When you were insecure and all
When you dreamt dreams only for them to turn into dashed hopes
Heartbreaks results from little lies
Lies that sounded like the truth at the beginning
Deceitful appearances, sweet tongues and friendly charisma
Beware! Beware!! Beware!!!
My lady.

8. POVERTY

Many people are poor today because they played a part in remaining poor.
Now in this little write up of mine I am going to be coming from the direction of God, Pastors, and you.
I am no rich man in terms of money, but I am rich in my thinking and I know no man can be successful in life without the grace of God in him or her.
The God factor plays a role by giving us good health and able working bodies.
When we attend church and our pastors come up with ideologies like sewing a seed in God’s house, and that God would sew a seed in our life.
I begin to wonder, for crying out loud God has already sewed a seed in your life by giving you good health of mind and body.
Many of this sown seeds ends up in the pocket of the man of God. I know many who would say we should just give and don’t bother what our pastors do with the money, really?! Is that so?!
Well that would be a talking point another day. Even the holy book keeps reminding us that faith without work is useless
Many sleep in churches all day, sow seeds in pastors purses all day, and still expect to be free from the claws of poverty. Now it comes to you as an individual who is driven by religious fanatics, my pastors says, the priest said, the holy man of God said and all that. I tell you wake up or else you would go down the drain to abject poverty.
Sew those seeds into your business directly, see them germinate, grow and produce fruits. These fruits are what you should now bring back to God’s house as tithes, offerings, and thanksgiving for his grace upon life.
That meagre sums you have at the very beginning should be implied into your business, jobs, and all what not.

9. THE END

Whatever beginning has an end
A man so small at birth, grows up to become a man and gets old to be known as an elder.
Many of us will all age, and when we age many of us;
Won’t be able to walk upright
Won’t be able to see the brightest sun at noon
Won’t be able to walk into the lobby at the mall with gaiety
Won’t be able to swallow, swallow
Won’t be able to chew meat
Would be so diabetic, sugar would be an enemy
Would drop chocolates (preferring kolanuts to Choco bars)
Would be bed ridden, moving around with wheel chairs.
Would become ancestors and would be the gods that are being appraised
Would have memory losses
Would be locked indoors by our own children and grand children
Won’t be able to swipe or touch pad to take selfies
Won’t find knowing the latest gadgets and trends interesting
Will live long that people will pray on a daily for us to die
Won’t be remembered by our own children
Won’t be found by our off springs, offspring’s
Would be a turn in the flesh, an eyesore
Would be calm and collected
Would still look young in old age.
Enjoy your youth but prepare for old age.

10. FREE ROLE

CHIMEFRANCIS #FreeRole
Episode 1
The whole drama started on a Monday morning, I and my friend were bored so we decided to go out.
To see if we could cause one or two Havoc's
The issue on ground was that, I and Michael had no plans for the day. We just had to do something.
Soon an idea struck Michael, "Let's do a random Wooing"...

Episode II
Three good looking girls stepped out from the campus main gate.
One was on a black tight gown, and her other friends were on denim jean shorts and Crop tops.
I wasn't good at hitting on ladies along the road. I also had a girlfriend. Her name, Chiralum- I Called her 'ralum' for short
I followed the fair lady on black gown, and Michael followed her other friends.
Michael was good at it, and he was fast. He had already collected her number while I still chased at the fair beauty queen on a tight black gown.

Episode III
Excuse! Excuse!! Excuse Me!!! I kept on calling, "Hey! Can I talk to you?"
She turned, "What is your problem?!" She said with a harsh tone.
Damn! I saw the anger in her voice and I didn't want to look stupid before her. "Excuse Me! I     want to pass"
I called Ralum immediately to relieve myself of guilt. I liked her so much, the love was real, and I couldn't help nursing the idea of losing her in my head.
I left for home, Michael succeeded in taking one of the girl on denim jean and crop top home. He was a cute guy, and had cash so I couldn't blame the girl.
At seven, I went to Ralum's room to pick her up. We were to go to Michael's house. So I had to go alone because she was fast asleep.
Michael’s house was Silent, His door left ajar. It was unusual. His house was always were the noise was made...What could possibly be happening?

Episode IV
I went in scared. Checked everywhere, and I found no one. On checking his personal study room I found something strange...

Episode V
A lifeless body, laying on the ground. The right eye closed and the left opened.
The body of the girl on crop top and denim jean. Michael brought home.
Where was Michael?
What Was I doing that brought me to the valley and shadow of death?

Episode VI
Running away was the next thing on my mind. I was happy, and at the same time scared.
I was happy no one had the idea I was to take Ralum to Michael's place. I cleared my tracks.
Something kept on telling me I was seen, but I didn't want to believe that.
What was my next move?
I wanted to clear things up, because I knew I was going to be the first person the security operatives would call.
Where was Michael? That question kept on troubling me. I had to be strong. The situation on ground was like a 6am to 6pm curfew.
A few minutes later, my phone rang and the ringtone was louder than usual.
Who could this be? My breathing pace increased.
I picked the call, it was MTN.

Episode Vii
It was 6pm already. I have being trying to reach Michael's personal line and it wasn't pulling through. I kept hearing a feminine voice say "The number you've dialed is currently switched off, please try again later or drop a voice message on..."
My phone rang a second time, and it wasn't MTN, it was a private number.
I picked. I was sweating already.
"Hello, who is on the line?" I asked.
"I can help you...” The caller said, and hung up on me.
OMG! Someone knew...

Episode Viii
That night I ran back to Michael's place. It took me about 10 to 15 minutes to get to his place.
I was tired and needed to rest. How can a man rest when he was sinking? It was like sleeping under the rain with a connected electric wire resting beside him.
I walked through the pavement, went in through his exit door. I moved in silently like I was FBI.
I jumped down from the window frame. I almost broke my toes, it hurt. I went straight to his personal study room.
OMG! ...

Episode Ix
The girl on denim jean and crop top, her body wasn't there anymore.
Where was she?
Now things became serious to me.

Episode X
“I went online to read things related just to be different. I try to understand my audience, was the stage an elevated one? Was it a flat stage? Big shows scared me. I didn't like the idea of attacking innocent people from the stage and using raw materials to make people laugh. I try to stay off using people's materials"
This was an excerpt from the book I was currently working on.
I was a comedian and also a writer.
The book was to be titled 'Life of a Comedian'
I closed my manual, I was suffering from writer's block at that point in time.
My Phone rang, it was Ralum.

Episode XI
"Hey! It’s Me. Ralum." She said.
"Kedu" I replied.
"Adimma"
"How have you being doing?" I asked,
"It's being a while".
“I just called to tell you am not feeling what we have anymore, I want out" She replied.
At that point I was numb, I couldn't feel my feet.
What was going on in my life? This phase, I had never experience in my entire life.
"Hey! Did you get me?" She asked, I jerked back into reality.
"Yeah, I did hear you" I answered and hung up.
I took my note, which I used to write daily happenings and other personal stuffs. Stormed out of my room.
Where was I heading to? I was going to get things right, I cannot kill myself for nothing.
TO BE CONTINUED …. #FreeROLE

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