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    ebube
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    ,@kaduna boy….. Quick recovery… The story good sha…. Chuks pray u survive

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    kemkit
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    OººOººh ℓ̊ guess it wont work since chuks doesn’t use spiritual power ℓ̊ jux pray God help him


    @williams
    ℓ̊ pray God heals you

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    Victoriouschild
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    I pray ntin bad happen to Chuks

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    Mray
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    Oh my!

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    Mray
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    Sowie, @Williams. Wish yu quick recovery

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    williams kaduna boi
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    continues

    longer episode

    How long has he been like this?”
    “Two days now, sir.”
    “My son, oh my son!”
    The voices seemed to be coming to me from far off. I opened
    my eyes and saw that I was lying down in a comfortable bed.
    The air conditioning was soothing to my skin and the television
    was on with a football match showing. The fluorescent light
    from the ceiling was blinding my eyes and I winced as my
    pupils constricted to accommodate the bright surroundings. I
    recognized the pictures in my room and I sighed with relief.
    What a nightmare! So I had been dreaming the whole thing all
    along? I turned to my side and saw Nina still sleeping on the
    bed beside me. Sweet, sexy, adorable Nina, my personal
    angel. Her beautiful skin shone smoothly in the fluorescent
    light. I imagined her chest moving gently with her breathing
    and turned, smiling towards her…
    But she wasn’t breathing. She looked cold, unmovable, still as,
    as… I couldn’t think it. Suddenly my heart started beating hard
    against my chest.
    “Nina? Nina?” I called out, getting more panicked by the
    minute. I shook her hard but she didn’t respond. I wanted to
    turn her over, but I was suddenly too afraid to look at her face.
    Her beautiful face, what if I looked and it wasn’t beautiful
    anymore? But curiosity got the better of me and I turned her
    on her back.
    And screamed.
    Her face was gone, nothing. Nothing was there just a blank
    mass of flesh. I tried jumping out of the bed and suddenly
    chains from nowhere wrapped themselves around my hands
    and feet. I screamed louder and then the door to the room
    opened and I saw myself, myself as a child, looking in and
    hissing angrily.
    “You are having a nightmare, you .” My child self said
    scornfully. “Wake up!”
    I screamed and jumped up- and I was out of the nightare only
    to find y parents rushing towards me, worry all over their
    faces.
    “HE’S AWAKE!”
    “Chukwudi, my son, what happened?”
    I looked around me confused and saw that I was in the same
    room I mistook for mine in the dream. Only that there was a
    nurse beside me and my hands and feet had been chained to
    the bed. Both my parents were standing beside me, looking
    very worried, and behind them stood – Mr A****! He looked
    even more concerned than my parents and for a moment I
    thought I had indeed been dreaming. And then I caught him
    smiling wickedly as his eyes met mine.
    I said “Mum, dad, get away from this bastard! He is evil!”
    But what came out of my mouth was:
    “Skelewu, Jump the bridge! Wind your waist and dance for
    me!!!”
    My parents gasped, Mr A**** shook his head sadly. I was
    shocked! Shocked beyond words. What happened? I tried
    again:
    “ Dad? ”
    “Agbaya!!”
    “Mum?”
    “Dam!”
    My mum started crying. I stopped talking and looked at her. I
    tried smiling to encourage her but found myself grinning
    maniacally instead. I knew what was happening but they
    didn’t. and I saw my mother hold my father and weep for her
    son. And I looked at Mr A**** who, standing behind them, was
    watching me with a hidden smile. And there and then I swore
    revenge. It would be absolute and merciless. I didn’t know how
    I would get out of this but I intended to do so with every fibre
    of my being.
    My father was talking. “So that’s how you found him?”
    “Er, Yes sir.” Mr. A**** replied humbly. “I had dropped him off
    on Sunday and came back to my daughter in law’s place. He
    even sent her a text message a few hours later saying he was
    going to town to buy something to eat. The next thing we
    knew he called and started shouting that some men were
    chasing him and that he had bolted himself in his house. I went
    along with my daughter-in-law to his place with a few
    policemen only to meet him like this. They later found a few
    wraps of Indian hemp on his table, both used and unused. The
    doctor said it is common for hemp smokers to start
    hallucinating especially when they have been taking it for a
    long time.”
    I don’t smoke hemp ! I shouted
    “E don tay since I dey take igbo naa…!” I heard myself say.
    “Our son, a hemp smoker?!” my mum interjected. “I don’t
    believe it!”
    “Eees very possible ma.” The young nurse by my side had
    decided to enter the conversation. “We dey see them plenty
    for this side o. Dey go dey look responsible meanwhile…”
    “Thank you nurse”. My father said grimly. “We’ll take care of
    him from here. Thank you Mr A****, you have been very kind,
    paying all his medical bills…”
    Mr A**** nodded quietly. “Its no trouble. I liked him fro the first
    moment I saw him, his charisma, his intelligence. He reminded
    me of myself when I was younger. It’s a pity he went into
    drugs. I am sure the doctor will be able to do something for
    him. My daughter in law says she will come by later to see
    him. Maybe I’ll drop her off before returning to my hotel.”
    “Thanks again sir” my mum said and he smiled and left. The
    nurse adjusted the drip on my arm and left as well. As soon as
    they left my mum went to my side and sat down close to me.
    “Chuks, what happened?”
    I opened my mouth to answer but instead spat on her face.
    She withdrew and cleaned it off and looked at her husband.
    “Can he really go mad?” she said, looking more alarmed than
    ever. “Do you think he saw…something he shouldn’t have
    seen?”
    My father was quiet. He seemed to be deep in thought. My
    mother had to get up and go to him and physically shake him
    before he broke out of his reverie.
    “What is it, woman?!” he asked angrily.
    “What can you be thinking of at a time like this?” my mum said
    getting hysterical. “Our son is lying here, not his normal self
    and you are silent? What do we do?”
    “First of all, calm down.” My father had become the man I
    knew. I could see him building inner strength, becoming a rock
    of stability and support. Hopefully he would know what to do.
    My mum, however was still on the verge of a massive
    hysteria. “I won’t calm down o. where is the doctor? How can
    he have been here for two days and the doctor has seen him
    only once? When did our son start taking hemp?
    My dad stared at her with fiery eyes and she finally kept quiet.
    His look was altogether menacing and for a moment I thought
    he was going to shout down the place. His voice however
    remained calm.
    “My son already sees visions, he would never resort to drugs
    that would make him hallucinate even more. You know chuks
    better than that! With all the stress he has gone through trying
    to adjust and appear normal, is it now he would resort to
    drugs for comfort?
    My mother saw the sense in that and nodded quietly in
    agreement.
    “secondly, we must tell the doctor or nurse immediately to
    stop that man from coming to visit chuks. I didn’t like him at
    all.”
    “But why?” mum said, “he seemed so nice.”
    “Too nice,” my father retorted. “how long has he known
    chuks? ‘he reminded me of myself when I was young…’
    rubbish! Make sure he doesn’t come near here again!”
    “Yes dear,” my mum said.
    “Now please, there is something I want to try but I’ll need you
    to stand outside and let nobody interrupt us.
    Her eyes widened. “You mean, you want to call…”
    “Yes.” He said. “I don’t see what else we can do. It may have
    been too long and it may not work but I have to try.”
    My mother’s eyes filled with hope. I watched her and inwards
    I smiled. My dad had always been the one to hold unto in
    times of crises. My mum and I adored him so much although
    we never told him to his face, lest he become too full of
    himself. A foolish reason, I thought now, as I watched,
    trapped, a prisoner in my own body, as my mother left the
    room and my father came to the foot of the bed.
    “ I love you, dad. ” I said.
    “Comot for here, bastard!” I spoke.
    “Its all right chukudi, don’t say anymore.” He said. He sighed
    deeply and was quiet for a while before he started to speak:
    “When you were little, your mum tried to hide your peculiarities
    from me. Funny woman, how won’t I know if my only son is
    strange? I found out after a while and at first pretended I didn’t
    know. Then I started getting angry and thought I could force it
    out of you, especially when you told your mum about the
    feelings her friend and I shared, even though you didn’t know
    what you were doing at the time. I was so blinded by my lust,
    anger and selfishness I thought I could beat it out of you. So
    one day when I was at home with you and your mother went to
    work, I went to the back of the house and cut a big cane. I said
    I would flog you mercilessly and warn you never to repeat
    anything you saw again. The strange thing was that you
    showed no signs of fear even as I raised the whip. I flogged
    and flogged you and you uttered not a word. I was still too
    angry to notice the evil I was doing so I threw the whip away
    and pulled my belt. When the head of the belt hit you, you
    screamed and ran back. I chased after you with the belt and
    hit you again. You had nowhere else to run and so you
    grabbed the belt. I was about pulling it out of your hands when
    you screamed again.”
    My father paused for a moment, as if he was about to expose
    a big secret whose weight had burdened him for years. I
    watched him in silence.
    “ I don’t know what you did that day, but I found something
    escaping my body. It was like a disgusting, ugly looking
    monkey with a big manhood. I saw it with my own, normal
    eyes, it wriggled and squirmed about on the ground for a short
    while, then lay still, dead. And then it disappeared. I
    immediately lost all feelings for your mother’s friend. I didn’t
    even understand why I had been so angry with you. I dropped
    to my knees and begged you for forgiveness and you held my
    hands with yours which had swollen from my whipping. And
    you smiled and told me that you saw when your mother’s
    friend had put it on me, that it had been sitting on my shoulder
    the whole time.”
    I opened my eyes wide in amazement. I had done that as a
    child? I could do that? How come I didn’t remember?
    “i told you then that you were stronger than me and you said
    you would do it for me anytime I called you Chukwudi the
    stronger. That you liked the way the name sounded. Chukwudi
    the Stronger! And I used it there and then. I selfishly asked you
    to remove any other thing from me, anything that was
    hindering my way to greatness.” He was crying now.
    “Chukwudi the stronger! I made you remove as many
    obstacles from my path and your mother’s that day. That was
    the day things really began to change, the day things started
    to get better, but it had an effect on you. You slept throughout
    the next day and when you finally awoke, you had no
    recollection of the incident. You seemed so stressed out, so
    overworked, so drained . Your mother and I decided we would
    never use you for such selfish purposes again. We didn’t know
    how it would affect your health. And so we kept it a secret
    between us. And a secret it has remained for all these years,
    even from you. It was after then we started hearing you talk of
    Pachios, whom you called your guardian angel. I personally
    felt that a higher power had sent him to you to protect you until
    you could fend for yourself. And since he allowed this, this
    thing happen to you, I believe your time has come for you to
    do just that.”
    I was stunned. I had never heard this part of my history
    before. And then I realized it. When I was still a child Pachios
    had always been there to protect me from harm. The odd
    scrape there, the adventurous escapade there. I remember
    when I was in primary school and some dogs chased after a
    group of us boys as we ran home from school. Each and every
    one of those eleven boys had been chased down or bitten by
    the dogs, except me. They simply behaved as if I wasn’t there.
    I knew Pachios had been covering me with his wings. And the
    scar I had gotten on my wrist when escaping from school…I
    had actually fallen right unto the barbed wire. It was because I
    stretched out my hands as I fell that I had any injury at all.
    Pachios had been there to catch me. And since I had come to
    Lagos Pachios’ visits had become less and less frequent. But
    surely this was an emergency? Where was he? Did he expect
    me to do this on my own?
    My father had pulled himself up to his full height and he had
    stopped crying. His voice took an authoritarian tone and he set
    his face firm as a rock and spoke loudly:
    Chukwudi the stronger!
    Come out!
    Are you asleep?
    Listen to the voice of your father, the voice of the one who calls
    you Son!
    Chukwudi the stronger!
    Are your eyes still heavy?
    Awake from your slumber and vanquish those who would make
    you a mockery.
    CHUKWUDI THE STRONGER! RISE!
    At first nothing happened. I felt silly, watching him there
    looking at me, looking at me almost the same way Mr A****
    had done back in the large, dark room. What did he want me
    to do? And then…I felt myself fall. I was falling deep into my
    own body as if my body itself was a huge room and I was
    dropping right down to the centre. I shouted but no sound
    came out and I continued to fall, until I landed on a firm
    surface. My landing was gentle despite haven fallen for a long
    time. I stayed on the ground for a while and looked around me.
    I was in an empty room. There was a source of light coming
    from above but I couldn’t pinpoint the exact location. As I
    walked around I realized the room was no longer empty. Lying
    on the floor, sleeping peacefully, was a small boy of about six
    years. I knew who he was before I even approached him. In
    fact this room for some reason appeared very familiar, like I
    had lived in it my whole life. I went over to the boy and shook
    him but he mumbled something and went back to sleep.
    “Wake up!” I said. “it’s time for you to wake up!”
    He turned around sleepily to face me and I recognized my
    younger self, the one I had seen in my nightmare earlier that
    day. He yawned and mumbled some more then turned to go
    back to sleep. I shook him again.
    “You again? What is it?” he asked sleepily.
    “I need your help,” I said. “Someone put a lunacy creature on
    my head”
    “Well, get rid of it,” he said, stubbornly refusing to open his
    eyes.
    “I can’t,” I said. “I don’t know how and Pachios isn’t around to
    help me anymore.”
    “Pachios is gone?” he said opening his eyes and sitting up. He
    suddenly smiled. “So does that mean I am in charge now?”
    “Yes it does.” I said feeling a bit funny talking to myself. “ I am
    in charge.”
    He stood up and stretched about a bit. It really seemed he had
    been sleeping for a long time. Then he said “This is going to be
    so much fun! You are not a strict kind of adult are you?”
    “Get me out of this predicament, and we’ll see.” I said. “Get
    me out, Chukwudi the stronger!”
    He grinned then, and bellowed at the top of his lungs, “ WHO
    DARES TO SIT ON MY HEAD?! ” and I heard a trembling from
    above and the creature attached to my head screeched in
    terror.
    Chukwudi the younger, the stronger , looked at me, still
    grinning. “Let’s go back up. I have a feeling you are going to
    enjoy this as much as I am!”

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    williams kaduna boi
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    thanks alot guys I’m beta now……

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    Richie-Bill
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    @T-dak u don’t always invite me but no problems i’m here already bt nxt time….
    Wait o, since Nina hasn’t agreed with the pact, how come the chain was tied to her wings.
    I hope the creature won’t be able to withstand ur powers, bt if the reverse is the case, i’ll bring ma pastor jez describe the place…..but i kinda believe that if he wasn’t able to conquer you, he’ll definitely kill Nina. For fear of you exposing him to her

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