Cyril’s burial was over and everyone returned to their homes. Roland took Kamla and Aaron in, he needed people to fill up his big empty house. Oliver was driving Charlie back home but he decided to make a stop at his house so he could get somethings for their son. On getting there, a very windy storm commenced and Charlie had no other choice but to wait it out at Oliver’s even though he could control the weather. She sat on the couch as she put a call through Micheal. “Hey” Charlie said nervously. “Hiya, is the funeral over? It’s getting late and a storms about you start” Micheal informed. “Yeah, that’s the thing. We met it on our way back and…” Charlie replied then Micheal cut her short. “We… who’s we? Roland?” Micheal asked. “No… Oliver” Charlie replied. “But Roland picked you up” Micheal mentioned. “Yeah but he had to take Kamla and Cyril’s boyfriend, Aaron back to his house. So Oliver offered to take me back. He made a stop at his place cause he wanted to get somethings fo
Micheal did as he told Charlie. He arrived at Oliver’s place 6 am sharp. He knocked on the door but no one answered. So he took out his phone and called Charlie. She wrapped around Oliver’s arms as the smuggled under the sheets together when she received Micheal’s call. She panicked. “Honey, are you on your way?” Charlie asked in a sleepy tone. “Who’s that?” Oliver asked. “Shut the fuck up, it’s Micheal” Charlie whispered after putting the phone on mute. Then she turned it off. “Actually, I’m at the door. Can you come open the door” Micheal urged. “Okay, I’ll be down in a minute” Charlie said calmly then she hung up. “What did he say?” Oliver asked. “He’s at the fucking door, Oly” Charlie whispered anxiously. Then she quickly got up and began putting her clothes on and so did Oliver. Then he went downstairs to his room and left Charlie to open the door for her husband. Charlie got down stairs as quickly as she could. Before she opened the door for Micheal, she arranged her ha
Roland’s soul appeared right before Omar. He was shocked and appalled him summoning Omar actually worked. “Tell Oliver that if I knew where my brother was, I would have gone after him myself” Omar told Roland sternly then he sent Roland back to his body with the snap of a finger. Roland woke up on the couch as Oliver paced around his living room. “What did he say?” Oliver asked impatiently. “He doesn’t know where his brother lives” Roland replied. “Then how the fuck does he want me to find him?” Oliver asked agigated. “The more time you waste, the more innocent lives are at stake” Roland mentioned. “Ask him how he wants me to find him” Oliver told Roland then Roland began meditating. Soon, he found himself appearing in front of Omar. “I don’t know how to find my brother” Omar said sternly then snapped his finger and sent Roland back to his body. “What did he say?” Oliver asked in annoyance. “Still the same thing” Roland replied. “Well go back and tell him that I can’t get h
The two best of friends arrived at the Vatican. Fortunately, they met Batista in seat. “Any problem guys?” Batista asked. “Do you have any information about Windsor, Omar’s brother?” Oliver asked. “No… but his compartment still exists” Batista said with a smirk. Then he took them to a part of the Vatican that no ordinary member of the Vatican had seen. “Every year the Vatican grows but since you left for the void, it stopped. Jean and I realised that it didn’t need any more replacements. These compartments down here belong to some prolific members of the Vatican whether good or bad. Here, you’ll find the compartments of the likes of the Murphy twins, Heraldine and Hades- your parents, Ole-your uncle, Omar and Windsor, Omar’s brother” Batista explained. Then they got to Windsor’s compartment. Batista put his finger print and unlocked the room. They entered inside and we’re amazed by how the room looked. It didn’t look modern at all. “I hate my brother” Oliver read from the walls
The class erupted in laughter as Radley stood there, drenched in paint. He was humiliated beyond belief. Radley was confused if he should get an just to continue his undercover lecturing duties for the sake of Ridley.“Radley Baron”He muttered.He had never experienced anything like this before. He couldn't believe that his own students could do something like this to him even when it was their first day in class with him.The fact that he was going through all this torture was because of one faceless person who had taken it upon himself to make his family’s life miserable.He looked at the students with such much fiery in his eyes,he looked at James,who just kept an emotionless face and finally when it had dawned reality on him,he tried to gather strength to move out of the class but then he was clothed in shame.He couldn’t move.“Look how he looks like Bozo”one girl chuckled from the back seat.”Mr professor,won’t you leave now or you want to be Joseph’s coat of many colours before you
It wasn't until the next morning, when he woke up a pounding headache and a sense of shame and regret, that he realized the true cost of his actions. He had been so consumed by his own pain that he had hurt the people around him, and he knew he had a lot of work to do to make things right.The next morning, Radley woke up with a pounding headache and a sense of shame and regret. He slowly got out of bed, feeling the stiffness in his muscles from the fall he took the night before. He stumbled to the bathroom and splashed some water on his face, trying to shake off the grogginess.After relieving himself, Radley took a long, hot shower, hoping that the steam and warmth would help ease his aching body. As he stood there, he thought about the events of the previous night and felt a sense of embarrassment wash over him once again.But he knew he couldn't dwell on it forever. He had to get ready for work and face the day ahead. After the shower, he brushed his teeth and got dressed in his wo
Cyril’s burial was over and everyone returned to their homes. Roland took Kamla and Aaron in, he needed people to fill up his big empty house. Oliver was driving Charlie back home but he decided to make a stop at his house so he could get somethings for their son. On getting there, a very windy storm commenced and Charlie had no other choice but to wait it out at Oliver’s even though he could control the weather. She sat on the couch as she put a call through Micheal. “Hey” Charlie said nervously. “Hiya, is the funeral over? It’s getting late and a storms about you start” Micheal informed. “Yeah, that’s the thing. We met it on our way back and…” Charlie replied then Micheal cut her short. “We… who’s we? Roland?” Micheal asked. “No… Oliver” Charlie replied. “But Roland picked you up” Micheal mentioned. “Yeah but he had to take Kamla and Cyril’s boyfriend, Aaron back to his house. So Oliver offered to take me back. He made a stop at his place cause he wanted to get somethings fo
Micheal did as he told Charlie. He arrived at Oliver’s place 6 am sharp. He knocked on the door but no one answered. So he took out his phone and called Charlie. She wrapped around Oliver’s arms as the smuggled under the sheets together when she received Micheal’s call. She panicked. “Honey, are you on your way?” Charlie asked in a sleepy tone. “Who’s that?” Oliver asked. “Shut the fuck up, it’s Micheal” Charlie whispered after putting the phone on mute. Then she turned it off. “Actually, I’m at the door. Can you come open the door” Micheal urged. “Okay, I’ll be down in a minute” Charlie said calmly then she hung up. “What did he say?” Oliver asked. “He’s at the fucking door, Oly” Charlie whispered anxiously. Then she quickly got up and began putting her clothes on and so did Oliver. Then he went downstairs to his room and left Charlie to open the door for her husband. Charlie got down stairs as quickly as she could. Before she opened the door for Micheal, she arranged her ha