So You Think You Can Think(3)

Hello beautiful readers!!!!(Yea I’m all chirpy this morning). Sooooo SYTYCT is back!!!! The third episode of what promises to be a long run. If you haven’t read the others, take a minute to go through the archives. As usual, I’ll be putting up my version of the story as a new post but this time, I got a fellow and very popular blogger to give me what we’ll all be working with. Tula AKA Thetoolsman. Instead of a conclusion as we are used to, he gave us the beginning. The first paragraph of the story. Put down your version of the story in the comments section. Let’s have fun yea?

His eyes fluttered open. The bright bolt of sunlight that flooded the room stung and he quickly closed them. He tried to move his hands towards his eyes to shield them but the pain he felt was excruciating. Some seconds, perhaps minutes passed and not so distant sounds of movement brought him back to the present. He knew he had to move. He had to get up. He had to open his eyes. Using every bout of strength left in him he pushed up from where he had been lying and he opened his eyes, wincing loudly as he did so…………

There you have it. The beginning as told by thetoolsman. Let’s see what you can make of that…….See you and your story in the comments lol!

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98 Responses to So You Think You Can Think(3)

  1. 0latoxic says:

    Hmm, I like this. Challenging. I’ll be back…

  2. som1twisted says:

    His eyes fluttered open. The bright bolt of sunlight that flooded the room stung and he quickly closed them. He tried to move his hands towards his eyes to shield them but the pain he felt was excruciating. Some seconds, perhaps minutes passed and not so distant sounds of movement brought him back to the present. He knew he had to move. He had to get up. He had to open his eyes. Using every bout of strength left in him he pushed up from where he had been lying and he opened his eyes, wincing loudly as he did so…………

    The first thing he noticed was the clothes. His shirt, his jeans, his shirt again.. No, this wasn’t his own.. It was a tee shirt with something written at the back, now he saw other like tee shirts and jeans scattered about. What happened here? Where are the owners he thought? He rolled to the edge of the bed, throws his leg down and lands on something. He looks down and sees a nude being sleeping, curvy hips, with tee shirt on. It read jasmine. He quietly got up and walked to the toilet to relieve himself. Getting there, he was met with all sorts of devices and tools only one group of living beings could successfully operate. ‘Make up’. He whipped his business and started to do business. Then he started to think of what happened the night before. He remembered leaving the club with the girl Jasmine (yes, that’s who she is. The girl who approached him at the club yesterday and someone said he wasn’t attractive). He grinned now trying to remember what happened after that. He bought her a drink and after she gave him some of those things kids take nowadays, they got to the touches pretty quick. She took him to his car and gave him a quickie quickie (he dint take long). Then she promised more if he came home tonight (that night, last night). Finishing his business, the door opened and Jasmine was smiling at him. He moved to hug her and felt it for the first time, a deep searing pain from his hips. He looked down and saw rope marks round his waist. Wow, last night must have been really intense, he thought. He hugged her and kissed her and she replied with even greater enthusiasm. He carried her to the bed and started to enter her when he felt the pain again. This time deeper. He ignored the pain and got ready to mount her but she gently refused giggling. He couldn’t imagine why. She smiled, turned him and started to perform an oratory function on his business. Ok, I can play he thought. Minutes into, he heard voices. He asked if she was alone and she stopped to answer, ” just my friends and I”. He thought ok that’s where the other tees and jeans came from. They all looked feminine so he reasoned how many girls were now in the house. He asked where there were coming from and she said ‘oh they love to play basketball every morning. Keeps them fit’. He thought nice, everyone loves a fit girl.

    He was getting to the point of no return during the business of the business when the door opened and a head popped in. At first, all he saw was the hair as more light entered the room, then when he saw clearly. He could make out the face, neck, chest, and erecting business of a guy. His eyes went even wider when the guy said ‘ oh Jasmine, you dint need to. I was coming to get him ready for the morning session’.

    He now understood the pain……

  3. Som1twisted u need Jesus

  4. Nomskyn says:

    His eyes fluttered open. The bright bolt of sunlight that flooded the room stung and he quickly closed them. He tried to move his hands towards his eyes to shield them but the pain he felt was excruciating. Some seconds, perhaps minutes passed and not so distant sounds of movement brought him back to the present. He knew he had to move. He had to get up. He had to open his eyes. Using every bout of strength left in him he pushed up from where he had been lying and he opened his eyes, wincing loudly as he did so…………

    He travelled deep into memory lane but there was no traffic there. His brain was almost like a formatted hard drive. He had been asleep for three whole days but this new world he had awoken to seemed painful and unfamiliar. He sat on the bed and tried to make sense out of all these.
    There was a greater feeling that wanted his eyes open even more. He looked around the room and caught glimpses of surgical sets, scrub tops and two women who had the ‘bindi’ spot on their forehead. They were clothed in green overall and had their stethoscopes hung around their necks. This was certainly a hospital and these women are definitely Indian he reckoned…
    He felt a sharp pain just below his rib cage. He raised his overall and saw the part of his abdomen that was stitched. He smiled despite the agony… He knew he would never be complete again but that’s just a physical abnormality that wouldn’t be noticed.
    “Omo boy don hammer”…… “don’t dull” ….. 45million Naira…. Don’t dull
    As that chorus played in his head, all his memory returned alongside renewed strength. A surge of flashback arrived entropically. He laid down facing the ceiling as he tried to arrange them.

    He remembered his landlord threatening him with a quit notice before he left to the carpenters shop that morning. He remembered how Chike his long lost friend from Secondary school came to the shop to order expensive furniture and how Chike suggested to him a way in which he could be rich quick.
    He remembered the exact words Chike uttered and how poverty had made him so convinced despite his concentrated Igbo accent.

    Chike: The donation of a kidney involves laparoscopic surgery, meaning small incision and quicker recovery. You will be out of the hospital the next day and back to work in two weeks and back to normal in a month
    Him: Hmm. Sounds interesting
    Chike: The surgery is no more dangerous than any procedure done under general anesthesia”.

    He didn’t understand some words that were said but the next words he said made him care less.

    Chike: The reward is $300,000. Surgery will be done in India and will be paid by me. Are you down?

    *sleeps off*

  5. ThinkTank! says:

    His eyes fluttered open. The bright bolt of sunlight that flooded the room stung and he quickly closed them. He tried to move his hands towards his eyes to shield them but the pain he felt was excruciating. Some seconds, perhaps minutes passed and not so distant sounds of movement brought him back to the present. He knew he had to move. He had to get up. He had to open his eyes. Using every bout of strength left in him he pushed up from where he had been lying and he opened his eyes, wincing loudly as he did so…

    He to support all his weight on his left hand and yet he could lift up a few millimeters, he could barely even feel his right hand. much less use it.

    “He’s awake”, He heard a voice say from behind him. The voice was soft, definitely a womans.

    “Where am I?” he asked. “I dont remember anything. Please close the curtains, its too bright”.

    The woman walked into his field of vision, and she was indeed a vision to behold. But her radiant face wore a disappointed smile.

    “Jide why? Why did you do it you fool?”
    Her words were full of bitterness. the kind borne from the deepest disappointment on human could have in another. It was then he realized he didnt know his own name or who she was. confusion set in. Then fear. He felt vomit well in the back of his throat as he struggled to remember and failed. And then his last memories came in a sudden flood.

    He was climbing the toward the spire on the silverbird dome, he relived the exhilaration he felt in that moment., the thrill as he lay down on it whilst the crowd below cheered and his friend…he couldnt remember his name anymore…focused the camera on him. it felt real again.

    “You’re a stupid fool” He heard the woman spit out with bile in the background. But the memories were still coming…he tried to focus…

    He remembered the insane thrill as he lifted his arms to his side for the money shot. He remembered the shock as he slipped and fell, relived the long, painful tumble to the ground in vivid detail…

    “What the Fuck is Planking anyway?”
    She screamed out as she lunged toward him and slapped him. He tried to catch her hand with his right arm but he couldnt move it. He tried but couldnt, the slap hit his defenceless face. He noticed she had a bump on her belly. Pregnant?

    “Now you can plank forever”.
    She spat the words out as she turned and walked away. He fell back the few millimeters he had manged to lift himself, into the hospital bed. He knew was was crippled. He knew she was his wife. He knew. A hot, solitary tear rolled down his face.

  6. O_nix says:

    I don’t really know how this works, but it seems vampire-ish but that seems too obvious.

  7. som1twisted says:

    Menh think tank dt was just too madt menh….. What a plank but joo oo. *now going to do another plank* and challenge accepted. Plank on the silverbird dome. I no get wife now.

  8. 0latoxic says:

    Insomnia has visited again… (refer to last post http://wp.me/p1yb4w-14 ). Thot I might as well do this now…

    His eyes fluttered open. The bright bolt of sunlight that flooded the room stung and he quickly closed them. He tried to move his hands towards his eyes to shield them but the pain he felt was excruciating. Some seconds, perhaps minutes passed and not so distant sounds of movement brought him back to the present. He knew he had to move. He had to get up. He had to open his eyes. Using every bout of strength left in him he pushed up from where he had been lying and he opened his eyes, wincing loudly as he did so.

    He let his eyes get accustomed to the bright light and took in his surroundings. Well, it looked like there wasn’t much to take in. He was in some sort of great unending white room. What he’d thought were rays of sun was a dazzling glow that radiated from all around. The only memories he had of a place like this was the movies, when a character had died and gone to heaven. Wait! Was this heaven?! It sure didn’t feel like it. But then again, how was he supposed to know how THAT would feel?! Well, for one, there certainly wouldn’t be this much pain in heaven. It would feel a lot more like this morning… Aha! He remembered something. This morning, she’d been making sweet love to his mind. Getting all up in there and doing him like no one else could. Mmmn… now That was heaven. But… That didn’t say anything about how he’d gotten here. Where was here anyways?

    As he struggled to his feet, intent on finding some answers, he heard some fluttering sound in the near distance, the same ones he’d heard as he came to, and whirled around to a beautiful sight… Beautiful, honey-golden coloured creatures dropped from above and landed as softly as feathers on the beautiful white in the distance, glistening and glittering in the light. They were of so many different shapes and sizes, and asides their colour and great beauty had something else in common, they looked pretty familiar. Even as he watched, more of them fell out of the sky, fluttering closer and closer to where he stood and he began to make out their physiology, leaving him in wide eyed wonder.

    They were words… Her words. The same ones she had used on him this morning. And even as they fell all around him, discovering on closer inspection that they desaturated and darkened as they settled into the white like drops of water into dry soil, he remembered.

    He remembered stumbling across her words on what must have been his first peep into this world and how he’d fallen in love with them. How they were so other-worldly and yet he found them so beautiful. How he had longed and longed to visit her world and how he had finally realised that her words were his ticket there. He remembered letting them take him, bring him, here to this world. And it was all bliss.

    Until…

    Until, a rude shock, turned it to a hell ride. These words, these were not her words! They belonged to another person. A man. They belonged to… TheToolsman! Those words, now beautiful, again ugly, had let him fall, plunge down here to his demise! But some other words had come. They had come and broken his fall, saving him. They had still crashed into the beautiful white ground, leaving him unconscious for a bit and in a great deal of pain, to which he’d just woken, but this he couldn’t ever forget: These words were also beautiful.

    But they were not hers… Nor were they TheToolsman’s…

    As he looked about him, he realised that yes, he had arrived at her world successfuly, but no, not to her words…

    These words, belonged to him, @OlaToxic. And together, they had arrived here in Nono’s world, in her blog.

  9. pamela says:

    His eyes fluttered open. The bright bolt of
    sunlight that flooded the room stung and he
    quickly closed them. He tried to move his
    hands towards his eyes to shield them but the
    pain he felt was excruciating. Some seconds,
    perhaps minutes passed and not so distant
    sounds of movement brought him back to the
    present. He knew he had to move. He had to
    get up. He had to open his eyes. Using every
    bout of strength left in him he pushed up from
    where he had been lying and he opened his
    eyes, wincing loudly as he did so………

    Kpa! A hot slap landed on his face. ‘My friend wake up. U think say u de 5star hotel’ he bolted up. Every part of his body ached. He tried to recollect the happenings of the previous night to no avail. He shaded his eyes from d sunlight. They were 3 other guys in the room ,all dressed in black. 2 Where sharing a blunt. The third one seemed to be the boss. He had an air around him, his eyes sent chills down his spine. The ‘boss’ got up and walked towards him ‘ Ajebutter u think say na beans to blend ? D initiation never even start. Omo no jonzing. U must prove yourself before u dorn our colors ‘. He tried to make sense of what he’d just heard. WTF was going on? He looked around for hidden cameras, maybe he was on scare tactics. Shit he sure was scared. ‘Ouch’ he keeled over. The kick to his gut was agonizing. He doubted he would ever be able to father children. ‘Chair de talk to u, u de quiet? U kiss craze ? See dis Jew oh ‘. It was one of the blunt smokers who kicked him. They both started laughing hysterically.

    The word ‘jew’ triggered everything, it cleared his temporary amnesia. He remembered walking to the ‘jungle’ with his friend . How excited he felt. They were going to ‘blend’ him. He was gonna be a part of something. All he’s life he had been sheltered,protected by his parents and this was d time for him to be a man. He would have a gun , intimidate ppl and take any girl he liked. He would be feared. He remembered d initiation rites. They were beating him with a machete that must have been when he passed out. At least it was over now. Whew! “Ol boy get up, dis night we go start afresh, u just faint like chicken yesterday. If u no fit complete ur blending we go kpoof u because now u know our jungle ” e tried to move his
    hands towards his eyes to shield them but the
    pain he felt was excruciating. Some seconds,
    perhaps minutes passed and not so distant
    sounds of movement brought him back to the
    present. He knew he had to move. He had to
    get up. He had to open his eyes. Using every
    bout of strength left in him he pushed up from
    where he had been lying and he opened his
    eyes, wincing loudly as he did so………

    Kpa! A hot slap landed on his face. ‘My friend wake up. U think say u de 5star hotel’ he bolted up. Every part of his body ached. He tried to recollect the happenings of the previous night to no avail. He shaded his eyes from d sunlight. They were 3 other guys in the room ,all dressed in black. 2 Where sharing a blunt. The third one seemed to be the boss. He had an air around him, his eyes sent chills down his spine. The ‘boss’ got up and walked towards him ‘ Ajebutter u think say na beans to blend ? D initiation never even start. Omo no jonzing. U must prove yourself before u dorn our colors ‘. He tried to make sense of what he’d just heard. WTF was going on? He looked around for hidden cameras, maybe he was on scare tactics. Shit he sure was scared. ‘Ouch’ he keeled over. The kick to his gut was agonizing. He doubted he would ever be able to father children. ‘Chair de talk to u, u de quiet? U kiss craze ? See dis Jew oh ‘. It was one of the blunt smokers who kicked him. They both started laughing hysterically.

    The word ‘jew’ triggered everything, it cleared his temporary amnesia. He remembered walking to the ‘jungle’ with his friend . How excited he felt. They were going to ‘blend’ him. He was gonna be a part of something. All he’s life he had been sheltered,protected by his parents and this was d time for him to be a man. He would have a gun , intimidate ppl and take any girl he liked. He would be feared. He remembered d initiation rites. They were beating him with a machete that must have been when he passed out. At least it wa

  10. Listener says:

    Hi people. was working laying down the planking bit but ‘ThinkTank’ was quicker with the nails. Just gimmme a minute…

  11. Yetti says:

    His eyes fluttered open. The bright bolt of sunlight that flooded the room stung and he quickly closed them. He tried to move his hands towards his eyes to shield them but the pain he felt was excruciating. Some seconds, perhaps minutes passed and not so distant sounds of movement brought him back to the present. He knew he had to move. He had to get up. He had to open his eyes. Using every bout of strength left in him he pushed up from where he had been lying and he opened his eyes, wincing loudly as he did so…
    There were those sounds of movement again, this time some whimpering sounds followed. He scanned the room slowly trying to trace the source of the sounds. That was when he noticed her sitting a little over a foot from him hugging her legs as she cried. Who is she? Why is she crying?, he wondered and then paused, where am I? How did I get here? What happened last night? “Aaargh” His back hurt. He placed his hand where it hurt. Blood? He looked up at the girl again. She looked liked she had been beaten probably how a rape victim would look. Who was she and why did she look so scared of him? “please don’t kill me.”, She begged. Kill her?!! Why did she think he would even hurt her?
    He was in so much pain. There were enough blood stains on his shirt to convince someone it was a red shirt with blue stains. “What the?!!” There was a dead man lying in a pool of blood across the room. He went over to the body to figure out the cause of death like they did on csi. The man appeared to have been stabbed to death. Noah! He was out with Noah last night. Before he could check his pockets, he found his phone lying on the floor. He checked his last dialed number to call Noah. He had called Noah last night while they were out to get him out of a bad conversation. 911? When did I call 911? What exactly happened last night? The girl! He practically ran to where she sat begging her to explain what had happened but all she did was cry and mumble “Peter” a few times when she looked at the dead guy. “Please you have to tell me. I can’t remember a thing. I can help us both if you just tell me”.
    Almost immediately, the door burst open. “MDPD! freeze!!” What seemed like tons of men rushed into the room. “Put your hands where I can see that chump”, one of them said as he came towards me with cuffs. He tried to explain that he didn’t know what was going on. Some female police came in and wrapped the girl with a blanket asking her if she was okay and telling her she was lucky she called when she did. This was when flashes of the previous night came to him. The girl and her boyfriend at the club. Him following them as they left. Him attacking them. The boyfriend fighting back. Why did he do that? Noah?!! Where was Noah? What exactly happened last night?
    The policeman that had cuffed him led him outside and he could hear the song used in the closing credits of csi:miami playing. “What?!” He woke up to find himself on his bed. Noah who was in front of the TV turned, “Dude, I didn’t think you’d wake up today. Acting like you’re the first person to get drunk and pass out”. He looked at the TV. The closing credit of csi. *hiss* He wiped the sweat on his head with his hands, “You, you no get work to do today? You go give person heart attack with this your nonsense csi.” Noah laughed, “Yeahhhh.”

    A bit long but…:p

    • Nono says:

      LOL!!!!! Long is allowed this time. Twaz all a dream huh? Someone has been listening to lil too much Nelly and B.O.B :p. Nice one!

  12. TheSoundSmith says:

    His eyes fluttered open. The bright bolt of sunlight that flooded the room stung and he quickly closed them. He tried to move his hands towards his eyes to shield them but the pain he felt was excruciating. Some seconds, perhaps minutes passed and not so distant sounds of movement brought him back to the present. He knew he had to move. He had to get up. He had to open his eyes. Using every bout of strength left in him he pushed up from where he had been lying and he opened his eyes, wincing loudly as he did so.

    Just then, the nurse walked in. She was an older lady and by his guess she should be in her late 50’s. “Oh you’re up!” She said. He scanned her appearance to see if anything registered in his memory but to no avail. “Where am i?” He asked. “You don’t remember?” She asked with a concerned look on her face. “Well, doctor said this might happen” she added.

    He tried to get up but a sharp pain on his left shoulder prevented him. “Aargh!” He screamed. “Easy,easy easy! Just relax! What do you need?” She asked. “I need to know where i am! What’s going on?” He replied. Tears filled his eyes! “I should get the doctor” she said and left the room.

    She came back with a young doctor. Tall, huge, well built, with a scar on his left cheek. He approached him and smiled.
    “Mr Davis. Good Morning! How do you feel now?” “Like i got hit by a truck!” Mr Davis replied. “Not by a truck exactly but you did collide head on with another car”. He paused. “Mr. Davis, were you drinking last night?”.

    Bolaji Davis looked around the room knowing fully well he was guilty of the crime he was being accused of. “Yes i had a couple shots of Jack Daniels before… OH MY GOD! Where is my wife?” He exclaimed looking mighty confused. “My wife!!” He repeated “Doctor where’s my wife?!” “Mr Davis, i would need you to calm down righ…” “My Wife!! Oh my God! The baby!! Oh my God doctor tell me wats going on” he raised his voice, tears flowing freely from his eyes.

    “Did she make it, Did she deliver the baby?” He tried to move. “Aargh!” He yelled! The doctor held on to him. “Mr Davis please relax! Tell us what do you remember from last night?” The doctor asked. Bolaji looked up at the ceiling, shook his head for a little bit. Then he started talking.

    “Yesterday i got fired from work. I came back home with so much anger in my system that i just needed alcohol to relax” he tried to continue but there was so much hurt in his heart that he just had to wait a little for the tears to flow.
    “My pregnant wife was in the kitchen when i came back. I couldn’t tell her i got fired! We were expecting a baby. So i made up an excuse about being sick as the reason i came home early. I went into my minibar and brought out a bottle of Jack Daniels and i just kept on drinking. At around 7 PM i think, i heard a scream from the room so i rushed there. I swear i didn’t feel drunk at the time. My wife told me she was due and we needed to rush to the hospital. So i fetched my keys and we started rushing out” he paused. “That’s all i remember” he said admist tears. “Can i see my wife now?” He asked.

    “Mr Davis I’m sorry.” The doctor looked at him with concern and pity on his face. Bolaji looked back as if he already knew what the doctor was gonna say. “Your Wife didn’t make it” the doctor added.
    Bolaji’s face tht was already pink because of his fair complexion turned pinker and green veins showed on his forehead. He tried to hold his tears back but he couldn’t. He cried! And for some reason, he could not feel the pain on his body. The pain in his heart was too much. He finally composed himself and asked “the baby?” “I’m sorry. We tried our best” the doctor replied.

    Bolaji was indeed heartbroken but he couldn’t help but blame himself. If he hadn’t had those shots, he wouldn’t have killed his wife of 2 years and his unborn baby boy. The result of the sonogram 4 months ago showed it was a boy.

    He would have to live with it forever!

  13. jemjem says:

    cursing slightly,he willed the eyes open… The sight before him jerked him further awake…it was all real,he thought..
    Derek returned the day before from school to meet his family house empty. A voicenote let him know the parents who were research analysts were currently at an impromptu conference..
    One thing led to another,he had always been nursing the idea of a big house party,d absence of his parents and younger siblings had jus provided the perfect opportunity.
    And school had jus gone out,so his friends were available..doing a happy dance,he started the requisite plans.
    ‘o! Sweet,I could brng like 3 friends and some beer’the first friend he called offered..it couldn get smoother,derek thought after almost everyone offered to bring something or someone.
    His investments,Bose speakers n his party playlist would work in the music arrangements..
    9.30pm The first guests are streamin in,hyper excited..Derek put on his ‘host gear’ and set off to making everyone comfy. Anyone and everyone showed up & soon,he couldnt even tell his own living room. Then in walked in his love interest…”yeahh baybee” he couldn help exclaimin as he strode towards her.
    *im tired already* etc
    ps-u pple dey try wella oo!!!es open… The sight before him jerked him further awake…it was all real,he thought..
    Derek returned the day before from school to meet his family house empty. A voicenote let him know the parents who were research analysts were currently at an impromptu conference..
    One thing led to another,he had always been nursing the idea of a big house party,d absence of his parents and younger siblings had jus provided the perfect opportunity.
    And school had jus gone out,so his friends were available..doing a happy dance,he started the requisite plans.
    ‘o! Sweet,I could brng like 3 friends and some beer’the first friend he called offered..it couldn get smoother,derek thought after almost everyone offered to bring something or someone.
    His investments,Bose speakers n his party playlist would work in the music arrangements..
    9.30pm The first guests are streamin in,hyper excited..Derek put on his ‘host gear’ and set off to making everyone comfy. Anyone and everyone showed up & soon,he couldnt even tell his own living room. Then in walked in his love interest…”yeahh baybee” he couldn help exclaimin as he strode towards her.
    *im tired already* etc
    ps-u pple dey try wella oo!!!

  14. Listener says:

    Hey, I’m back. Here is my 2 cents:

    His eyes fluttered open. The bright bolt of sunlight that flooded the room stung and he quickly closed them. He tried to move his hands towards his eyes to shield them but the pain he felt was excruciating. Some seconds, perhaps minutes passed and not so distant sounds of movement brought him back to the present. He knew he had to move. He had to get up. He had to open his eyes. Using every bout of strength left in him he pushed up from where he had been lying and he opened his eyes, wincing loudly as he did so..
    A well manicured hand brandishing a half smoked menthol pushes him gently but firmly back down.

    The trial had worked! Nothing could match the feeling Hanna had coursing through her, not the drugs, not the sorry but well meant doting by Alex, not the unorthodox yet soothing sex with her partner, nothing.

    “Do you think he’ll make it?” asked Hanna
    “A few days and we’ll be able to tell for sure. Right now, dunno.” Drin was always sitting on the fence. Still unmarried at 42, his dark eyes let nothing slip.
    “You think we should tell them what we’ve found?” She asked?
    “I didn’t know we could make choices.” He replied.
    “Oh come off it Drin. You know damn well the implications of what we’ve discovered, and you want to play show and tell? Who would believe us? And worse, what if someone does?”
    All was quiet.
    The air vents sucked the breath out of Hanna’s forgotten cigarette, sending it up through the ground floor where ken hummed a busy alto tune to the low bass of the servers running the stealth code, up past Lola’s corner office where she is trying to appear not to be looking at the handyman’s symmetrical backside as, for the 4th time that day, he picks up pieces of broken glass from the rug.
    “She’ll get what’s coming to her” Drake thinks to himself as the air flows on past his head and onwards into the cold July evening.
    “What do we do then?”
    “Huh?” Hanna replies, not believing her ears. Never in her 18years of working with Drin has she heard those words. She quickly collects herself.
    “I’m thinking we should not tell. The world does not need another Nixon”
    “Sure.”
    “Is that it?” Hanna replies, ghosts of the prostrate man’s memories fleeted past Drin’s eyes, and he still could not believe it.
    “Yes. Only you and I know..and him.
    “Who do you think will take the brunt of the fallout if word gets out? This one or the former one?”
    “If?”Drin says, the singularity of his inquisition sent a slight shiver down her spine.
    “U know, hypothetically speaking”
    “This one. He was never liked anyway. This straw will not only break his back, it’ll dig his grave.”
    A small whimper escaped from the prone figure on the bed. He was speaking.
    “What’s he saying?” Hanna asks.
    “I am the one that lights a lamp in a storm beneath the desert night.” “it’s in Urdu”. Drin hadn’t moved for a long time. His right leg had gone to sleep. He felt like two people- no three. There was someone else in the man’s memories that kept dictating how Drin should breathe, look, think.
    He swept the invading thoughts aside and tried to focus on what this new information meant. It meant trouble, loads of it. Luckily, He had the art of making trouble down to an art. Lies made him mad, very mad. Drin was trying to figure out which was the biggest lie: what has led to two wars and the death of his only family-James, a paramedic in the green corps- or the his father’s deception after mum’s death, disappearing into thin air and leaving two 3 year-olds to the mercies of cold streets and “honor families”, as Brooklyn’s street gangs are known, only to be found in Malaysia 25 years later living in comfort with a newscaster wife and 3 children.
    He felt dizzy.
    Hanna watched him closely. It would be a pity to let Drin go, he had given her all he had kept from everyone else. But she had no choice. This one time, she would sit on the fence.
    Drin turned and looked at Hanna. She was chewing gum as well as smoking. He had never seen that before, and opened his mouth to say just that…but he couldn’t.
    Then He knew.
    He jumped towards her suddenly, but she had been expecting it. Also, the drug from the cigarette had totalled his reflexes. He crashed to the ground, next to the prostrate figure, and for a moment Hanna would have sworn he was a young replica of the tall, bearded Arab on the bed.
    Drin coughed and darkness proceeded to sit on his eyes.

    His (Drin’s) eyes fluttered open. The bright bolt of sunlight that flooded the room stung and he quickly closed them. He tried to move his hands towards his eyes to shield them but the pain he felt was excruciating. Some seconds, perhaps minutes passed and not so distant sounds of movement brought him back to the present. He knew he had to move. He had to get up. He had to open his eyes. Using every bout of strength left in him he pushed up from where he had been lying and he opened his eyes, wincing loudly as he did so..
    A well manicured hand brandishing a half smoked menthol pushes him gently but firmly back down.

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  16. e__victor says:

    He is suddenly hit by the fear that powered his escape a few hours earlier. Okon had been running all night. It was cold, dark, rainy with winds that could lift a child; perfect conditions for his getaway. No scents left behind for the dogs, no footprints either. The rain had long subsided and he knew they were coming.

    Losing the cuffs came with a huge price as had wrecked his forearms and continued to bleed. The sleeve he used to wrap his wrist were now bloodshot. He knew he had to keep going. He wasn’t going back. There was nothing left to fight for. Even if there was, it wasn’t work losing the precious memories of the family he once had.

    “Fuck! how did a few minutes rest turn to a nap” he thinks as he peeps through the door of the abandoned house. All he has left on him was his measure of last resort. Okon caressed it to confirm he still had it. He hears the dogs, adrenaline kicks in and he sets off to make it to the border.

    Its 2025 things should be better. There should be an easier way. The Nigerian population has exploded. The Governments solution? Hostile takeover of the surrounding countries; Cameroon, Niger, Benin. Losing thousands of soldiers everyday has resulted in the Nigerian Army brainwashing and converting males over 18 years to ruthless killing machines.
    Okon knew if he could make it to Chad, the only nation strong enough the hold its grounds, he would be safe.

    “My friend surrender or we’ll fire!!!” Those words seem to release more cortisone. He was only minutes away. He could even see the lights. He looks back and sees four 5ft tall alsatians eating up the distance at twice his pace. A few more steps, just a fe…*KPAI* *KPAI* *KPAI* his legs go numb he’s been hit. This is it.

    Moments later Okon is surrounded by the troop and their beasts. He vaguely hears the Commanding officer say “abeg kill this useless animal make I go sleep”.
    Okon had his hand in his pocket the whole time. He pulled his grenades trigger just before he hears *KPAI* .

  17. chinnydiva says:

    His eyes fluttered open. The bright bolt of sunlight that flooded the room stung and he quickly closed them. He tried to move his hands towards his eyes to shield them but the pain he felt was excruciating. Some seconds, perhaps minutes passed and not so distant sounds of movement brought him back to the present. He knew he had to move. He had to get up. He had to open his eyes. Using every bout of strength left in him he pushed up from where he had been lying and he opened his eyes, wincing loudly as he did so……

    Quickly darting his eyes around the room, he took in his surroundings. The dirty cement floor covered with debris and pieces of leftover food; furniture unevenly placed; a few items of clothing…male clothing. He struggled to remember what had happened the night before, what had brought him to this place of filth, but his memory failed him.
    He took unsure steps around the room, somehow he felt pacing would help him remember. He was always so aware of the voices not too far off. Who are they? He wondered. Maybe they could provide some insight to his predicament. I should ask them he thought to himself. As he made to move closer to the voices, he felt rather than heard their voices drop down a notch. Conspiratory, that was what it was. Why were they conspiring? Something told him to stop and listen before making himself seen.
    “Brutal, how do we keep him sedated? After that fight he put up yesterday, i’m not keen on any more altercations.”
    “you worry too darn much Dagogo! Did you not see the way I handled him last night? My kung fu lessons were not in vain. He’s not waking from that sleep anytime soon man, and if he tries anything, my fist will get lost in his face and anywhere else i so fancy…”
    The one called Dagogo moved away to take a phone call and suddenly the memories came flooding back…
    I had been drinking heavily in the club, there had been a girl, cute as a button, nice tits and an ass that would make Free’s seem like a joke. We had been throwing down shots of tequila, lap dances followed.(I am a terrible dancer so i try to stay away from the floor, preferring ladies to grind on me as I sat).
    She suggested we go elsewhere, I wasn’t keen on that; this was my joint and everyone around was like a member of one big family. But pussy rules, and my officer obeyed.
    As soon as we got there, she said she was really horny and we should go have a quickie in the men’s room, I said the car worked better…the pussy won again. Strike two.
    Coming out of the men’s room were two burly guys, i paid them no heed, intent only on getting on with business. As we made to pass, one of them bumped into me, “watch where you are going fool”, I bellowed loudly. I didn’t get to utter another word as I felt his fist on my face, in surprise I reeled back. And then I swung my fist but he caught it mid air, before I knew it, the other fellow had me against the wall and the fist guy began raining punches on my stomach. I expected the girl(what was her name again?) to call for help but she just stood there with this look of accomplishment on her face. Following my gaze, the guy holding me said to her, “well done Rita, you are getting a bigger cut for this when we deliver him to Alhaji.”
    Alhaji? What was going on here? I had no time to ponder on this as I felt myself drifting slowly into unconsciousness.
    “yes Alhaji, this one is young and virile just as you like them, he’s sedated now and we’ll be delivering him shortly. Bye sir”.
    Shocked out of my reverie as Dagogo finished his phone conversation, it became clear to me I had been kidnapped(or is it mannapped now) for some perverted purposes. My entire life flashed before my eyes and my innate survival instinct immediately took over. Panicking slightly, I searched for the nearest exit and found none. The only way out being where they stood. My next option was the window, and it seemed we were some storeys above ground floor. I dashed for it immediately, not caring if I made it out alive anyways. Anything was better than being used for rituals…or worse…
    Four storeys off the ground, he jumped out the window….

  18. Listener says:

    I’d like to pay tribute to all the contributors so far; JemJem, thetoolsman, TheSoundSmith, Yetti, Pamela, olatoxic, som1twisted, ThinkTank, Nomskyn, e__victor. Una fit write. Good work guys. I could live here. *packing his bags*

  19. Listener says:

    P.S. @Nono Did i thank u for the opportuinity? Ese gan!

  20. chinnydiva says:

    Nice work ma’am.

  21. jemjem says:

    has anybody noticed most of d names we came up wit strted wit d letter D…derek,drin,dagogo…i wonder y…lol
    Good job!

  22. i_Isi says:

    His eyes fluttered open. The bright bolt of sunlight that flooded the room stung and he quickly closed them. He tried to move his hands towards his eyes to shield them but the pain he felt was excruciating. Some seconds, perhaps minutes passed and not so distant sounds of movement brought him back to the present. He knew he had to move. He had to get up. He had to open his eyes. Using every bout of strength left in him he pushed up from where he had been lying and he opened his eyes, wincing loudly as he did so…………

    He had the job last night to blame for the aches and pains.He should have known better than to accept a hit on a stubborn husband and his spiteful wife but it worked out just fine, he thought slyly to himself. He had come here early for the next hit so he could get in position, and catch some shut-eye, but the sleep had left him fatigued. However there was a job to do now,and he was up to it.

    The sounds of movement were closer now. He got up and positioned himself just behind the door, so he could get a clean shot once she opened it.He could hear their voices now. The voice of Fola and that of Ada,his target.Fola was madly in love with her, but she was ambivalent. Too bad really, that all ends tonight.

    “Hope you enjoyed the concert”, Fola said. “Not bad”,she replied. “Not bad at all”. It had been a long night with the Soul Music Concert starting hours behind schedule but it was worth it and he had been great company.He had driven to the restaurant on Jibola Str to get breakfast before bringing her home and now the bright morning sunshine smiled down on them. She backed him briefly and opened her door, leaving it ajar- just wide enough for him to get a clear shot at her.
    He smiled and raised his weapon.
    “So I guess that’s goodnight then”, Fola said-smiling at the sun and moving closer. Goodnight, how apt.
    “Guess it is”, she replied.
    I couldn’t have scripted this any better, he thought.
    Fola smiled and slowly stroked her cheek.
    The assailant took aim.
    Finding the perfect angle, he leaned in and kissed her.
    Finding the perfect moment, Cupid shot his victim.

    And she kissed him back.

  23. BBB says:

    His eyes fluttered open. The bright bolt of sunlight that flooded the room stung and he quickly closed them. He tried to move his hands towards his eyes to shield them but the pain he felt was excruciating. Some seconds, perhaps minutes passed and not so distant sounds of movement brought him back to the present. He knew he had to move. He had to get up. He had to open his eyes. Using every bout of strength left in him he pushed up from where he had been lying and he opened his eyes, wincing loudly as he did so…………

    He looked around where he was lying, trying to adjust his eyes to his surroundings, his head was pounding, he couldn’t quite figure out where he was, he tried to feel around the bed for anything that will jolt his memories, that’s when he realized the tiny bunk bed he was lying on, it all didn’t make any sense to him, why was he in a room with a bunk bed and why did his whole body hurt this much.

    He heard a loud thud hit the floor, looks up and the events of the last night rushes to his memory, No wonder his butt hurt like hell, It actually visited hell last night, As his bunk mate walks towards him with a huge slimy grin on his face, Seyi regrets the crime that put him in jail and curses greed one last time, This was going to be a very long 10year stay.

  24. Yetitweets says:

    His eyes fluttered open. The bright bolt of sunlight that flooded the room stung and he quickly closed them. He tried to move his hands towards his eyes to shield them but the pain he felt was excruciating. Some seconds, perhaps minutes passed and not so distant sounds of movement brought him back to the present. He knew he had to move. He had to get up. He had to open his eyes. Using every bout of strength left in him he pushed up from where he had been lying and he opened his eyes, wincing loudly as he did so.

    The pain brought back a rush of memories. He fought to remember every detail. He ran his dazed mind through the hours, months and days he spent planning this. He needed to remember.

    “A little fall can’t kill me now…” he thought and smiled wryly to himself.

    He looked up and saw the gaping hole his fall had made in the thatch roof of the weather beaten hut. Zik had warned him about leaving traces… He had to get up… had to cover his track… had to finish this, the Coleman way. Those were his last thoughts as the numbing pain again sent back into the blissful abyss.

    It had all been a summer mistake. Collateral damage, that’s what Doc called it. Something they all had to forget and move on from. The elimination of a member of the Blood was out of the norm. Though it rarely happened, the occurence was often attributed to fate. Meaning, without consequence. Doc had capitalised on this and killed David Coleman Snr. He had also taken his position as the Trustee to the Lodge Treasuries. He had also banished his son from the inner circle. Now payback had grown to become a very big female dog.

    No one was meant to know where the Palace of Ascension was located. It wasn’t top secret, it was simply not mentioned or discussed. But years of anarchy had weakened the Brotherhood and many had become traitors. So, Dave had found loyalists, men who thought a revolution was necessary, men who read the stars and predicted that the Arm that ruled needed to be brought down for a new Head to rise out of the Ashes of the Pheonix. Dave had met this men and found a way to their minds. They had no heart, all they had was a quest for superiority and a dedication to their Brotherhood. They had appointed him the Seeker and Bringer of Truth. He was simply the avenger.

    Nothing prepared him for the fear that gripped his heart when he came to. He knew. His presence had been detected. His reflex was to jump into action. Then he remembered the pain that numbed him earlier. So he waited, and slowly woke his muscles to action. Four hours, thirty full minutes and a heart beat later, Dave was in the Valley. Everything had gone according to plan. The gates were slightly ajar and the doors were all open. Lights of different colors led him the the direction of his mission. When he got there, his target was seated in the middle of the large banquet room where the Brothers met. On the head seat, like someone in a vision. He appeared to look right at Dave, but his eyes saw right through him.

    “Another bloody vision… well, this time, you’ll wake up in hell!”

    Those were his last words as he pulled the trigger. The silencer on the gun muzzled the sound of the explosion. But nothing could muzzle the larger explosion that rocketed the entire valley. The Palace lit up in the sky like a million stars taking flight. Nothing in it stayed on the ground. Everything floated upwards, like a gathering of dry leaves in the death of spring. Everything went according to plan, the helicopter, the thatched roof, the breach in security. It was another sabotage attempt by dissidents. They had organised the scapegoats that would be paraded on National Television. The press statement form the State and Federal governemt had been prepared and presented to the select media houses. Insurance was also covered. Nothing was left to chance. The Brotherehood had once again, being purged by the blood of the Elect, the raging blood of the pure in heart.

  25. @Qurr says:

    And then his thoughts were flooded by recent memories. He recalled that he had signed up for the new soulspace tour. The owner of his current soul was in terrible pain. Maybe a boxer who just got knocked out right now or someone from a nearly fatal car crash. Maybe the snapshot of the soulstate of some woman with an abusive husband, taken four years ago. Or it could be a criminal crucified by Roman government 2500 years ago. He felt too awful that he did not bother browsing the timestamps. Either way the pain was terrible, and his own soul was somewhere else, not in the same second party, giving someone else awesome sensations of a great day after a refreshing sleep. It could be any registered user in the soulosphere.

    He swore and unsteadily rose to his feet. He reached out for a bottle at his bedside. No they were not painkillers. No use for painkillers because his body was in no pain. It was all in his head. He popped one of the transparent pills and waited for the effect as the chip in his neck glowed. Then he heard soft music as his soul transitioned. Finally it was complete and the pains vanished.

    He felt perfectly at good though it was not his own soul. He wondered why and then it struck him. He was excited and quickly checked the timestamps. He was surfing 12 years ago to the body. The soul was the first ever recorded snapshot in the entire soulosphere database! it was that of Julian Steeple, inventor of the soulosphere, right after his first thought. An evil thought came to his mind. He followed the thought and everything vanished.

    Null.

  26. jAyajade says:

    I know this is late but….

    His eyes fluttered open. The bright bolt of sunlight that flooded the room stung and he quickly closed them. He tried to move his hands towards his eyes to shield them but the pain he felt was excruciating. Some seconds, perhaps minutes passed and not so distant sounds of movement brought him back to the present. He knew he had to move. He had to get up. He had to open his eyes. Using every bout of strength left in him he pushed up from where he had been lying and he opened his eyes, wincing loudly as he did so…………
    “Good, you’re up.”
    He stared at her face and for a few seconds could not remember her name…….
    “Andrea,……..what the fuck happened to me last night?”
    She leaned on the doorjamb and laughed
    “You took a beating, that’s what…….to think it wiped your memory” she giggled while walking over to the cooker.
    Kene tried to straighten himself but reeled at the flood of memories from yesterday came in….
    It was at the club, some bastard had cut in when he was dancing with Andrea. He would have been pleased, she was beautiful afterall, but the runt had the nerve to shove him while cutting in.
    “Hey” he’d called and didn’t get an answer. He hated being ignored-really hated it. Grabbing the man by the shoulder he spun him around
    “I said ‘hey'”. The first thing he noticed were the glasses. The man adjusted them and said
    “I want a dance with the lady, is that too – ”
    Kene punched him hard sending him to the floor….it was to be a warning for glasses-face to get the fuck out of his way.
    The man fell and while standing adjusted his glasses and smiled….it occured to him for a split-second that that was a warning of sorts, but all he could think of was smashing that smile off his face and make –
    Before he could finish that thought a series of jabs to his torso surprised him and just as he was about to react, he felt himself going numb and everything went black.
    He growled again more from the embarrassment than the pain,
    ‘I can’t believe it’, he thought to himself and frowned even more when he thought about the people watching
    ‘Oh man’
    Andrea watched him for a while and with a little smirk said
    “Come on Rocky, time for breakfast”

  27. girlharry says:

    His eyes fluttered open. The bright bolt of sunlight that flooded the room stung and he quickly closed them. He tried to move his hands towards his eyes to shield them but the pain he felt was excruciating. Some seconds, perhaps minutes passed and not so distant sounds of movement brought him back to the present. He knew he had to move. He had to get up. He had to open his eyes. Using every bout of strength left in him he pushed up from where he had been lying and he opened his eyes, wincing loudly as he did so…

    He squinted against the glare, trying to make out his surroundings. A repulsive yet familiar smell filled the air. He was disoriented, thirsty, and hungry, in agony from the pain that bloomed from his temples and his left shoulder. The sounds he’d previously heard grew more distinct. There was a lot of scuffling and swishing, and what sounded like the twittering of baby birds.

    The room was very narrow, and the ceiling very low. Wide paneless windows hewn into stone walls brought in the scorching sun and its dazzling light. He squatted on his haunches and cradled his hurt arm, looking about angrily. Who dared cause him injury? Who dared hurt him?

    ‘Show yourself!’ he screamed, flailing his good arm about him. ‘Who did this? Who did this?!’

    His vision was slow to return, but his olfactory senses were in prime condition. He raised his head and sniffed once at the air, and then again. It couldn’t be! Suddenly, a sharp whistling sound cut through the air and net landed over him. It was made of delicate looking ropes; fine as gossamer threads but strong as steel. He bellowed in fear, and turned toward the direction of the attack. On the ground, a safe distance away stood a gathering of the ugliest creatures he had ever seen. Immediately it all came back to him.

    A thief, the chase, his accident. His blood cried for vengeance.

    ———

    The few villagers remaining turned towards their Mayor in fright. They were all brave men, but were tradespeople and farmers, not warriors. Cowards as well as women and children had since run off. The Mayor in turn looked at the young man standing next to him, dressed in newly acquired finery. Jack the Giant Killer swallowed hard and nodded. The sword he’d accepted from the villagers so proudly now hung from a trembling sweaty hand. He wished he could give the title back. He’d truly thought the giant was dead. That mighty fall from the beanstalk should have killed him!

    Jack stepped closer, sword held high. The villagers cheered. The giant broke his binds and sprung.

    Fresh bread.

  28. Griffin says:

    His eyes fluttered open. The bright bolt of sunlight that flooded the room stung and he quickly closed them. He tried to move his hands towards his eyes to shield them but the pain he felt was excruciating. Some seconds, perhaps minutes passed and not so distant sounds of movement brought him back to the present. He knew he had to move. He had to get up. He had to open his eyes. Using every bout of strength left in him he pushed up from where he had been lying and he opened his eyes, wincing loudly as he did so…

    The sun rays came flooding into the room, to make matters worse the walls were white, it wasn’t a pleasant feeling. As he struggled to sit up in bed he experienced a white out, coupled with the pain on his side his disorientation lasted a little longer. The only piece of clothing he had on were his boxers. Gaining a little vison he began to make out what the room looked like; double bed, bed side table with a mirror and dresser. It was definitely a lady’s room.

    Trying to recall the events of the past night only pieces and fragments came to him. He was at the bar all by himself…Samantha…he remembered Samantha’s call, she had called to say it was over.

    He’d been drinking, trying to purge himself of all the memories, drown and kill them all in alcohol. If he was going to move on he’d have to find a way to purge himself of all the memories; her smile anytime he said something silly, her kisses…
    The pain rushed back to him, he touched his side and finally felt the band aid. He recalled the fight outside the bar.

    The man had a handful of her hair in his hand and she was screaming, no one seemed to intervene. Without thinking he pulled the man away while holding onto her.

    He took one look at her and her eyes looked up at him thankfully, that very moment all he wanted to do was protect her, this monster wasn’t going to lay another finger on her.
    The kick to his side jolted him back to reality, he let her go only for a second to shield himself from another blow.
    The girl pulled out a mace and sprayed it on her assailant’s face and immediately grabbed his arm, “let’s get out of here!”
    Last thing he recalled was her helping him onto a bed after applying the band aid…what had he gotten himself into?

  29. thetoolsman says:

    His eyes fluttered open. The bright bolt of sunlight that flooded the room stung and he quickly closed them. He tried to move his hands towards his eyes to shield them but the pain he felt was excruciating. Some seconds, perhaps minutes passed and not so distant sounds of movement brought him back to the present. He knew he had to move. He had to get up. He had to open his eyes. Using every bout of strength left in him he pushed up from where he had been lying and he opened his eyes, wincing loudly as he did so.

    He finally made it off his back after what seemed to have been ages. Where am I? What is this place? How did I get here? Questions flooded his mind as he took in his surroundings. It looked like a wilderness or was it a desert – hard earth everywhere. He looked into the horizon and all he could make out was what looked like mountains far off. Was it his eyes or the effect of the raging sun or was the mountain on the left white? Was that ice? how can it possibly withstand this heat?

    The sounds came again. Almost inaudible but he heard them, almost as if he felt them. He felt as if he was being watched. He knew he had to move. The pain on his left side was terrible and as he began dragging himself towards the white mountain, it got worse. A few steps forward and he saw further into the horizon but he couldn’t make sense of his vision. He looked beneath him and noticed some strange markings that looked like footpaths. He took some steps back and that was when he noticed he was surrounded by the markings no matter where he turned. He tried to trace one, it looped round in a square and stopped where it started. Is this some kind of maze? Heaven perhaps? ‘Just keep moving’ he thought to himself.

    He was losing strength with every step. He had lost too much blood. He needed water. He needed help. Just then, a glint caught his eyes. He strained his eyes to look further ahead of him and he saw it. An oasis. Water. It was strange, it had no trees around it. No green whatsoever. A waterbody in the middle of nowhere or was it a mirage? As if his fortunes had suddenly changed, a thick cloud covered the sun above him. That was all the help he needed. He pushed himself, literally dragging his bad half as he crawled towards the water. He could see it, he could almost feel it. Almost….

    “Junior! ”

    “Yes mu—”

    It happened too fast. He was right. He was in another world and he was being watched. The last thing he saw were the letters “POLNUD”…written on what could only have been a spaceship as it came out of nowhere and landed.

    Landed on him.

    “So this stupid cockroach didn’t die and instead of you to kill it, you turned on the light and started playing with it?”
    “No Mummy. I was ….”
    “Will you go and get me a broom to sweep up this mess?”

  30. @Mz_Simon says:

    LMAO! Smdh!

  31. MsJulz says:

    … He wrestled with the pain once more and lost. Tilting his head to the side he could see his trousers flung over a chair. Was he naked? That would explain the eerie breeze around his feet. He had given up trying to move and the pain had given up trying to knock him out. He dozed

    Work! The thought was ice water. He had to submit his report. He prepared his mind for the pain and pushed himself up a final time. Then he understood the pain. His knees led to nothingness.

  32. i_Isi says:

    thetoolzman LMAO!Tewww mad! #hian…I can just imagine d roach carryin half his body…nice!n him sef wan go heaven…LOL!

  33. ThinkTank! says:

    His eyes fluttered open. The bright bolt of sunlight that flooded the room stung and he quickly closed them. He tried to move his hands towards his eyes to shield them but the pain he felt was excruciating. Some seconds, perhaps minutes passed and not so distant sounds of movement brought him back to the present. He knew he had to move. He had to get up. He had to open his eyes. Using every bout of strength left in him he pushed up from where he had been lying and he opened his eyes, wincing loudly as he did so…

    He lifted himself off the floor and struggled to his feet, as he did so, the pain began to ebb away, slowly, until it was all gone. He was in a plain white room. No windows. One door.

    “Where am I?” he thought to himself.
    “Where do you think”? He heard a voice say from behind him
    He turned to see a man in a brown, short sleeved suit and matching shoes that looked like they had been worn since the beginning of time. He looked like a civil servant.
    Then he remembered the accident.

    “Bode, Come with me”. The man said, and he obeyed.
    They walked through the door and entered a dark, damp room, populated by men in glasses and white coveralls, drawing, writing, designing…
    “So at 12:34am, Monday the 13th of November, 2011, you were hit by a Yellow and black public bus an died instantly, according to the plan. That is why you were in pain at first. I’m sure its all gone now” The man spoke in a matter of fact voice, like he were reading the news.
    Bode nodded.

    “Lucky for you, your worst enemy died at more or less the same time. This presents us with a unique opportunity: We were just about to finish your afterlife design. Brutus over there is working on it” He pointed to an old, balding man in a white coveralls.

    “However, with situations like this, we like to allow people punish those that have wronged them: letting the punishment fit the crime…so to speak. We want you to design your worst enemy’s eternity.”

    Bode tried to speak but couldn’t. He thought “Shit! I’m dead? Who is my worst enemy? Is it that bastard Gbenga? He stole Somti from me…Why now? Who could really be my worst enemy?”

    As his mind raced, his guide spoke to him:
    “I can hear and see your thoughts, that is how we work. But you have no time. So think quickly, Think up your worst enemy’s eternity and we will build it. You have limited time, the master does not like to be kept waiting.”

    Bodes mind raced. He thought:
    “Well, I don’t want to be wicked so I guess, I’ll give him a standard heaven. Happiness, joy, his favorite foods, books, women…all will be his. And everyday when he wakes up, he will have forgotten it all so that the joys can be new to him again. For eternity”

    Bode smiled. This is good. He hoped his own heaven would be this great. But then he started to second-guess himself. As he always did. Over-analyze the situation:
    What if the bastard was the one designing his own eternity? Would that bastard Gbenga be as considerate? The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He wasn’t even sure if it was Gbenga or Willis or even his boss Lolade…but they were all wicked people out to get him. They deserved no happiness. His mind turned dark and he imagined a place of flames, brimstone and torture…and the smell of Izal! ha! yes! he hated that smell. let the bastard (whoever it was) smell that forever! He imagined a great dragon breathing fire on men in chains. their flesh did not burn, but they were in pain. He smiled. Yes! This is what his worst enemy deserved. He only hoped they would tell him who it was before he went off into his own afterlife. He steeled his mind in finality

    “Youre done?” The civil servant-looking fellow asked.
    “YES” Bode thought with finality.
    “Good. Thank you for your help. Brutus is done with yours as well. Lets go”
    They walked to the a door on the opposite end of the room and the man led Bode through.
    It was a completely white room. on the other end, was another door.
    “Your key” The man said as he handed Bode a golden key.
    “Go in”.
    Bode walked to the door, and with anticipation, put his key in and opened it.
    Immediately, he knew something was wrong! He smelled Izal.

    As the door opened fully, He recognized the Hellish vista before him. It was of his own imagination! He panicked and screamed in thought.
    “Isnt this supposed to be for my worst enemy!!!??”

    “Thats right” the civil servant says calmly
    “Just who did you think your own worst enemy was?”

    • inesqor says:

      Wow. *claps in a increasing speed*

      This SYTYCT3 has become something else entirely!!

    • Nono says:

      Haha! NICE!!!!! Kinda saw that coming when he started second guessing himself lol!

    • ThinkTank says:

      Thanks guys 🙂

      @thetoolsman: Yeah, I was partly inspired by the Adjustment bureau, a weird dream I had and a short story called “Design Flaws” by Rhys Davies.

      @nono: I tried not to make it too obvious but that would have meant a longer build-up and I didnt want that.
      @msharry: LOL. U saw that eh? 🙂

  34. ThinkTank! says:

    Errr…small correction: “He was in a plain white room. No windows. One door”.
    I meant “One window. One door.” Thats where the sunlight came from. okbye.

  35. missharry says:

    Ok, I don’t know how to reply directly under the story, but I really like the Thinktank’s one. Great concept! Interesting name choice for the love interest as well, haha.

  36. dddewa says:

    Wow, we really are our own worst enemy. Nice lesson there

  37. 0latoxic says:

    This was amazing! Thanks Nono, thanks Tula…. For the inspiration, your brilliance and your individual consistense.
    Shout out to evryone who also participated. Y’all rock!
    Jah Bless!

  38. Nono says:

    MADDDDDD apologies to everyone for the lateness of my piece. Been swamped with work and I usually don’t think very well when I’m tired. Not going to work today though so we should have a post by this afternoon. A big Thank you to everyone that participated. Y’all came through seriously. Like DANG!!! Look out for SYTYCT4. AMAZING CONCLUSION by an amazing writer. Like I literally can’t wait to see what you guys make of that. Till then, *kisses*

  39. Swift says:

    Wow…..way to go y’all. Woke up this morning to read all of it. Thinktank, olatoxic, some1twisted, and everyone that contributed, gracias. Nono and toolsman, thanks for giving me something worth waking up to. You guys rock

  40. Tele says:

    His eyes fluttered open. The bright bolt of sunlight that flooded the room stung and he quickly closed them. He tried to move his hands towards his eyes to shield them but the pain he felt was excruciating. Some seconds, perhaps minutes passed and not so distant sounds of movement brought him back to the present. He knew he had to move. He had to get up. He had to open his eyes. Using every bout of strength left in him he pushed up from where he had been lying and he opened his eyes, wincing loudly as he did so…………

    “He’s coming to”, he heard a soft whisper of a woman out of his field of sight.

    Jeremy. The name came to mind like a bolt of lightning and seeing as it was the only thing his foggy mind managed to dredge, he held on to it for dear life! Jeremy.

    “Where…am I?” he managed to croak out as he slowly turned his head in search of the source of the whisper.

    His gaze came to rest on the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen …though with his inability to remember anything past barely 5 minutes and who the hell ‘Jeremy’ was he realised that he could be mistaken.

    “Jefferson Halls?” the beautiful woman asked.

    “That’s…not my name.” he managed to whisper to her. She was dressed all in white in a uniform that looked strangely like a nurse’s, but not of any hospital he’d ever been to or heard of: fitting slacks and a matching long-sleeved buttoned top with a cap that reminded him of the cadets at the navy base he’d been raised on as a child. He then took a second further to look around the room he was in. Bare. Also white. A single window set high in the wall. And even HE was almost bare, save for briefs!

    Her brows furrowed at his statement and she got up from behind her desk just beside the only door he could see and walked over to the bed he was on. He tried to sit up but he felt a persistent tugging at his right foot. Chained!

    Seeing he’d noticed it, she tried to calm him down.

    “Relax sir. You’ve just been restrained for your own good”

    “But but-” she didn’t allow him to continue.

    “I’ll go and get the doctor for you”.

    With nary another word, she backed up to the door and slipped through it outside. He heard a metal bolt slide home from the other side.

    This can’t be good. Testing the limits of the chain proved futile. Jeremy.

    “And this bloody name!” he barely managed to squeak in frustration, holding his head in his hands. I cant even remember how I got here…
    That woman reminds me of Tracy. Almost the same height, the same- Wait! Who’s Tracy?!

    He heard footsteps from beyond the door and all of a sudden 16 years of military conditioning kicked in. He quickly lay back down on the bed and decided to feign drowsiness.

    The door clanked open and in strode the beautiful woman once more, this time accompanied by a fatherly-looking man with a warm smile on his face, also similarly dressed.

    “Mr. Jefferson Halls,” he began as he walked toward the bed. “We’re glad you’re up at last. You’ve been out for 6 days!”
    “Where…am I?” the patient whispered
    “In good hands at Hope General Hospital in ********* City. I’m Dr. Hossam. I’d like to ask you a few general questions, if it’s okay with you.”
    “Sure…ok.”
    “Firstly, what is your name?”
    “I…I don’t remember” the patient managed to whisper.
    “Okay. Don’t stress yourself over that now. Let’s try another question: is there anything on your mind right now? A name maybe?”
    Wait a minute…no, that can’t be right, the patient thought. Dr. Hossam died a month ago in a plane crash off the Gulf of Guinea- how do I know that?!
    A sharp pain lanced through his head once more, doubling him up.
    “Arghh!” he screamed. They then both rushed to his bedside and tried to get him to lie down. As the nurse brushed against him, through the pain he managed to subtly pick a pin clip she had on the edge of one of her lower shirt pockets and palm it without being noticed.

    As the pain subsided he relaxed on the bed and pretended to fall asleep. As they withdrew to her desk to confer in whispers, he examined the new-found information the sharp headache seemed to have brought.
    Dr. Lewis Koomson. That’s my name..
    Tracy…Tracy had left him 6 months ago (an incident that signaled the beginning of his downward spiral from grace to grass…
    But how did I get here??
    He caught snatches of their whispered conversation “…kill him yet…must still know…lying….by all means…the Controller…”
    Things seemed to be getting even worse. But slowly, a hasty plan began to form in his head. After a few minutes, he heard the metal door open once more as they stepped out and the bolt was driven home. In a flash, with not a second to spare, he straightened out the clip and had deftly picked the lock on his ankle chain. He then quickly pulled off the white bed sheets to cover himself as he made his escape.
    Hearing footsteps at the door, he quickly rushed to stand behind it, all the while his heart in his throat. As the lock slid open, he gathered himself and pushed whoever opened it – the Nurse- and barrelled outside, knocking down the Doctor in the process. He had no intention of stopping any time soon.
    Strange, he noted idly as he tried to get his bearings, they were both in red coats now. The thought died away as he turned the corner at the end of the corridor he ran down and found himself in a thick jungle! Casting a glance back he saw that he’d just burst out of a white single-storey building amongst the greenery.
    An alarm began to sound to all around, reminding him he was on the run and causing him to double his steps as he ran down a beaten path.
    Almost without warning, the mostly-jungle atmosphere merged into a garden with numerous gardeners at work, also garbed as the Nurse and Doctor. He paid them no heed until he barrelled right into one of them and they both fell to the ground, the gardener face-down.
    “Sorry, I’m sorry” he began as he reflexively moved to help him up, rolling him unto his back. He had NO FACE!!! Shaken, Lewis jumped back and gave a shout. The ‘Gardner’ turned his head towards him and slowly his white coat changed to red as if he bled right into it.
    Suddenly grabbing his dropped shears, he lunged at Lewis without a single sound! Lewis scrambled back, narrowly missing the blades as he screamed once more and, rolling into a run, tore off at magnificent speed, desperate to get out of this mad garden-jungle! This time as he ran, all the Gardeners were alert in their now-red coats and tried to snap at him with their shears and tackle him to the ground as he passed.
    “Track and long jump training at Senior High does come in handy someday after all”, he idly mused in an attempt to keep calm and not give in to the rising panic that threatened to drive him crazy with fear.
    Deftly dodging a Gardner, an explosive-tipped crossbow bolt zipped through where his head had been seconds ago to impale itself in a tree and then take out its whole mid-section in a shower of bark and wood fragments!!! Diving into a thicket of shrubbery, he took a quick look behind to see where the bolt had come from. Down the path in a buggy was the Doctor/Nurse duo, a high-tech weapon in hand each.
    Just then, he saw a grey-ish Wall at the end of the neat rows of the garden. Not even wasting a moment to question the presence or significance of a wall in the midst of his crazy nightmare, Lewis tore out of the thicket and headed straight for it!
    Within 5 bounds out of the bush, they’d spotted him and things got hairy! The landscape all around him erupted with a mix of gunfire and small explosions as he zig-zagged for all he was worth to at least make their targeting a bit harder.
    “Ughh!” he groaned as a bullet grazed his shoulder and he slipped, his feet getting entangled in the cloth he’d somehow managed to keep close.
    This won’t help me, he concluded as he decided to leave the bed sheet behind. He then sped off towards the wall with renewed vigour.
    All the while the buggy kept getting closer to his path, even running over a few Gardeners as it sped up!

    At last, nearly out of breath, he got to the Wall, 7 feet high. Adrenaline kept him pumped as panic drove him scrambling over the wall. Turning to resume his sprint he barely took 3 leaps before instinctively catching himself short as he pinwheeled madly at the edge of a 30-foot fall down into the cold waters off the West African coast. Squinting slightly, he could barely make out the beach.
    Hearing the buggy engine coming closer, he barely jumped aside before the buggy crashed right through the Wall, screeching to a halt right where he was standing only seconds ago.
    He backed away as the Doctor lightly jumped out of the passenger seat raising his hands to show he was unarmed.
    “Mr. Koomson, I see you’ve regained your memories after all”, he began as he walked slowly towards Lewis.
    “All I want- all the Controller wants- is the name of the turncoat in our Association”
    Jeremy! Suddenly another shaft of searing pain burst through Lewis’ head causing him to stagger back as he clenched his teeth, stifling another groan.
    Jeremy Aruba: International Federation for African Security sleeper agent infiltrating the Association, a cabal of multibillionaires worldwide dealing in countries and their resources!
    Lewis had been recruited by IFAS to perform an operation on, and brief Jeremy in detail on classified Surgical techniques that would make him indispensable to the Association 7 years ago! The Association was then crossing all boundaries to stray into genetic engineering and manipulation, using victims kidnapped off the streets of Africa as guinea pigs. Jeremy was then supposed to gain a standing of repute in the organization and, with evidence gathered, help to bring it down from the inside! Deep undercover indeed.
    “Yes, we do have a mole in the IFAS who leaked your personnel files to us. It seems they spent so much time securing the other people who knew about their Operation that they forgot to plan to take care of their doctor when he fell from grace. According to our new files, you groomed an individual physically and mentally to be the perfect mole in our Association. Make it easy on yourself, just tell me the name and I’ll make sure you get back to your life- I hope you’ve forgiven us for that little bit of friendly fire back there. It’s just that you startled us, you know?”

    All the while, the Doctor had kept on inching close as Lewis backed up till he was once more at the edge of the platform.
    “You’re lying Doctor. I’m not stupid.”
    “Oh Lewis! Don’t be like that. I’m sorry we had to do that little bit of drama in the room back there to get the name out of you. It was my sweetheart over there who conked you in the noggin and made it necessary for all that drama. You see, we just wanted to pick you up and ask a few questions but when you didn’t recognise anything at first, we decided to quiz you with minimum fuss, totally bypassing your real identity lest it jogged your memory and you became more …er…resistant to our requests. We planned to get you back to your life as soon as possible…and still do, if you’ll be just a little bit more co-operative. I promise.”
    Lewis couldn’t believe the absurdity of his attempt at deception. There was only one thought on his mind right then considering he wasn’t a good swimmer and really had nothing to live for considering even Tracy was gone: Save Jeremy. Looking over the Doctor’s shoulder he saw the Nurse slowly easing out a pistol to aim at him, right between the eyes. The die was cast.

    Crossing his arms over his chest, he looked the Doctor in the eye.
    “Screw you” were the last words he uttered as he fell back over the edge of the platform…down…down…down…

  41. 0latoxic says:

    Why is such brilliance as is displayed here still in obscurity?! 😥 *heavy sigh*

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  43. leonmacedon says:

    I just stumbled on this post and I’m not gonna leave without taking the challenge (though belated)

    His eyes fluttered open. The bright bolt of sunlight that flooded the room stung and he quickly closed them. He tried to move his hands towards his eyes to shield them but the pain he felt was excruciating. Some seconds, perhaps minutes passed and not so distant sounds of movement brought him back to the present. He knew he had to move. He had to get up. He had to open his eyes. Using every bout of strength left in him he pushed up from where he had been lying and he opened his eyes, wincing loudly as he did so…………

    The stench of the Prison Cell hit him first; DEATH mingled with stale sweat and urine. He was conversant with today’s schedule. He’d seen it a million times in the past. Death Roll has proved to be a lengthy journey.

    Breakfast had been served, a measly meal of beans porridge. The sound made when it was brought in was what had prompted him to get out of bed, his corner on the floor. Food is the last thing on his mind today; DEATH is in the air.

    He guessed there will be no flying first class to Heaven. Even in Death, he was still going to take the ‘molue’; to HELL. He remembers the boy’s mother, how will she be feeling this morning knowing justice will soon be served. Her Son’s murderer will soon be dead.

    He remembers those ‘molue Pastor’s’ message, “Repent for the kingdom of God is at hand”. Maybe he might make heaven if he asks for forgiveness and repents of his sins.

    If the usual schedule is followed, the priest will be coming soon. He’s going to ask if murder can be atoned for. Maybe there’s a chance that he might get on that plane.

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