ills and thrills

THE MAN WHO SOLD HIS 60 YEARS OLD HUNCHBACK MOTHER TO RITUAL KILLERS FOR N7 MILLION IS STILL AT LARGE, AFTER EVADING APPREHENSION. His supposedly deceased mother, Rukayat  Abodunde, a fish monger and a resident of Aiyetoro, an area in Ondo West in Ondo town in Ondo state, was kidnapped by some armed men, suspected to be ritual killers around 10pm, after shooting sporadically into the air to scare away people, and then dragging her into a car. Then, two days after her abduction, the ritualists had returned to demand the refund of their money from the son, having discovered that his mother's back hump which was supposed to bring them wealth was not natural but a result of a domestic accident. This demand had led to a falling out with the son who had also demanded the return of his mother alive to him, hale and hearty. Their argument had given the neighbours privy into the abduction of the victim. Hence, they had attempted to apprehend the son thereafter, but he had managed to

  She hid behind the opened door of Room-016, huddled to her knees, shuddering like a drenched little animal but simultaneously  breaking sweat like a skewered meat  on top of  a s moldering coal. She tried hard  to  muffl e  her cry,   yet  her  sniffl e was  audibl e . “J emi!...Jemi!...Jemila !”, Madam Com fort’s voice thundered through  the  passage in  a familiar t one to her, of fury ,   and sweeping towards  Room- 0 16 like hurricane . Her fright continuously  moved from ceiling to ceiling  b ehind the door , admitting now i t was  too late  to answer her madam’s call, also , there  was a  serious consequence  for her insubordination . She was done for. Suddenly, Madam Comfort surged into the room and intuitionally yanked the door to  reveal  her as  she cower ed  behind it. She pulled her  up like a little object  by her hair  and violently dragged her  to the centre of the room. Then s he pulled her up to her feet  and sent a powerful slap into her face. The little gi

EDITH JUMPED OUT OF THE HOTEL BED and hastily wriggled into her pant, then her skirt. She found her bra lying on the floor; she retrieved it and began to strap it to arrest her heavy dangling breasts. The naked man on the bed was seemingly exhausted. He watched her keenly and gently rubbed his hairy chest down to his pot-belly that floated like a ball in a pool. His phone rang. Picking his call, he began to talk sweetly to the caller and lied about his whereabouts. She second-guessed him to be talking to his wife or one of his lovers. Now, she was fully dressed. She still swept the whole floor with her eyes; making sure nothing of hers was forgotten. Littering the floor were a pack of cigarettes, an empty bottle of codeine syrup and the man’s clothing. Then she swung around to face him on the bed. His image was a menace to her eyes. She silently cussed herself for sleeping with a pig. Nothing was attractive about him. He was fat and his body was densely hairy, worse still, he had a

PASTOR CLIFFORD WAS SUDDENLY AWAKENED by the distress noise, seemingly coming from distance .  His wife,  Etia  had awakened too, propping up beside  him ,  both  rattled . Suddenly ,  a  woman’s  scream  further defied the night, seeming she was in danger.  Then l ike a chain reaction, the pastor’s  cell-phon e began to ring annoyingly from the bedside table.  "What was that noise? ",   Etia  asked rhetorically, hurrying to the window in her  nightie   to peek.  “ I  think the cry came from the other street” Through the window, all she could see was the fence that enclosed their home. Her heart  rammed  violently   against  her chest inwardly , as she shuddered immensely in fear. Clifford's phone kept ringing, identifyi ng sister Debbie as the caller,  “  Darling , aren't you picking that ?” Sister Debbie  was one of the ushers at the  All Saints  Pentecostal Church  which Clifford headed as the parish pastor. The digital clock on the bedside table   now