Unscripted

  Good morning pips, It’s my birthday, yay! A new year begins for me. Anyway, in the spirit of the season, and cos it’s moi day, I’m releasing a short novella today for all your reading pleasure. I’ll appreciate your feedback anywhere, just lemme know what you think of the story.   Without so much…

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Money Game #17

‘How’s that even possible? How can you two contrive to say that the money’s disappeared?’ Captain Ali got off the chair and stared at the monitor. Akeem and Justin stood away, watching him. Both wanted to say that it was the captain’s fault, but neither had the balls to irk the subdued military man. It…

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Money Game #16

Akeem’s pulse was racing. That idiot Jide had used his name as password. He would never have guessed in a million years, and the fact that he never used special characters or numbers was equally baffling. Why lock such a program with such a simple key? His answer came within minutes. Akeem found that Jide’s…

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Money Game #15

Akeem rode like a maniac and Justin kept pace. Their bikes flew on the road as they sped away from Abule Egba. The noise generated by the bikes could rattle a whole building, but neither cared. Their adventure had being deadly even before they decided to run to ride the powerbikes, it’s introduction only brought…

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Money Game #14

Jide Martins weighed his phone in his right hand, tapping it against the open palm of his left hand. He was lost in thought as he stared into space absent minded. Jide was contemplating making the call he knew he had to make, when the phone in his hand vibrated and started playing Gongo Aso…

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Unwritten #2

So, last week I posted a short story, but due to its length, decided to break it into two episodes. What follows is the conclusion of the story. If you missed the first part, please read it here. Please feel free to drop your comments. Thanks. Continuation:   I had been at my job eighteen…

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Money Game #13

‘Hello, are you there? Hello?’ Inspector Bala Yusuf spoke earnestly into the mouthpiece of the phone. No response. ‘Shit.’ He cursed as he scrolled through the dialled numbers on the phone and picked the next contact on the phone. He mulled over calling this person. The first person had either fainted, or was a very…

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