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PS:I ACTUALLY TOLD MY GRANDFATHER ABOUT THIS STORY BEFORE I STARTED SO PLAGIARIST BEWARE, YOU DONT WANNA MAKE THAT MAN ANGRY.

Ehem.. people, am still an amateur o, u guys know how it is done na, your corrections, constructive critism and encouragements would be highly appreciated. meanwhile, let me complete my other story before we start.
if you haven't read my story before, you can start by reading this

www.nairaland.com/1461497/life-uam-boy

Second to comment... Following

Mynd_44:

mod obinnau was the first to comment in my last story and it ended well and now mod mynd_44 has now commented first, am sure this would also end well. You'r welcome sir

sкчscrαρεr™:
Second to comment... Following

make yourself comfortable on this executive seat. please pardon the seat, its not as executive as the name implies, nail fit chook u for yansh o

Yepa.... Why i no comment first na....anyways my oga skycraper shift 4 me abeg...third to comment...

Bros I dey follow you o.

mistah_teepex: Yepa.... Why i no comment first na....anyways my oga skycraper shift 4 me abeg...third to comment...

welcome sir..

following

$#EGXY:
Bros I dey follow you o.

there is still space in the front sir

philcz: following

welcome sir

okay am talking too much... Updates starts 2moro

Following

Am here

smithe113: Following

welcome sir

Fonydear: Am here

as per the first female, your seat is special.

tolam4skywd: Following you boss!!!











*grabs pop corn and alomo*

welcome sir, abeg i fit get pop corn small? E don tey wey i chop dat tin

Following you boss!!!











*grabs pop corn and alomo*

following...

Suscribing. Hope it will be as captivating as the UAM story.
I really wished u took it farther than where u ended it. U see, dia are so many aspects of campus life all funny and interesting, which u wud have expanded Ur story to. We have the fellowships, village meetings, elections and student politics, kegites, some queer departments and fields of study, exam stuff (micro chips, merceneries,) lecturers and sorting levels, rain making in the hostels, gigolos and aristo babes etc.

Sory I left university 10yrs ago so I maybe a little old school about dis things.

#Parks my wheelbarrow at the extreme left and cleans sweat#
bring it on boss

*Picks a comfortable seat wey no dey chook yansh* let the story begin.

Mr. Olundare jacobs felt a pang of guilt as he stepped out of the blackmaria. As a kid who was brought up in the barracks, he used to see many criminals being transported in that van to the prison and he would always say "why would someone waste his life in criminal activities when he knows fully well that one day, he would be transported in this dark, poor ventilated van whose only route is from court to prison, prison to court? Surely, i would never step my feet in those vans". How would he have known that 25years later, he would be the one inside the van? Well, as a child he didn't know that someday he was going to point a gun at his wife.

The thought of his wife made tears to drop from his eyes. Their relationship was the type only obtainable in movies and romance stories. He remembered vividly how she married him despite pressure from her family to marry the promising soldier officer Paul Adeyemi. He was just an odinary civil servant back then in the lagos state ministry of information and communication. He had met the beautiful miss grace briggs when she was posted to the ministry as a youth corper. He never used to believe in love at first sight but grace changed his perception, not only about love but life in its entirety. Mr. Jacobs doesn't even know the part of her body he loves the most. Was it her radiant hair which is as black as Taye Taiwo's face or her lips which was wonderfully placed on her face just below her pointed but beautiful nose. He doesn't even know If it was her shiny eyes that could give the stars a run for their money or her fair skin which sparkles in sunlight. In jacobs own words "grace, even monalisa would be jealous of you".

Back then, he would always use his meagre salary to take her out for lunch until immediately after she completed her youth service when they decided to tie the nuptial knots. It only took the effect of the scorching sun to bring him out from his journey through the land of emotional el dorado. He had just stepped out of the van. He was standing taller and well built than the two policemen who where escorting him. He was very dark, infact his mates in university used to call him blacky which is one of the reasons he married someone who would complement him. His hairs were unkept, what do you expect from someone who was just coming out of a police cell?

Even though he has not been proven guilty of any crime, he has been sleeping in the police cell for over a month. The law stipulates that no citizen should spend more than 24hours in police custody except sentenced by a law court but it seems the law and the police force are enemies. Its ironic since the police are supposed to protect the law. He looked at his environment, it was like every other typical trial court in nigeria. He took a deep breathe but just as he was about to enter the court, he sighted paul Adeyemi. He just shook his head and walked into the court room

*TBC*

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Adinije: following...

you are welcome, pls join fonydear

obstead200: Suscribing. Hope it will be as captivating as the UAM story.
I really wished u took it farther than where u ended it. U see, dia are so many aspects of campus life all funny and interesting, which u wud have expanded Ur story to. We have the fellowships, village meetings, elections and student politics, kegites, some queer departments and fields of study, exam stuff (micro chips, merceneries,) lecturers and sorting levels, rain making in the hostels, gigolos and aristo babes etc.

Sory I left university 10yrs ago so I maybe a little old school about dis things.

sure, i pray it should even be more captivating. but it is a very short story o, not a series. Abt the other story, i'v answered you on the other thread tnx

kingphilip: #Parks my wheelbarrow at the extreme left and cleans sweat#
bring it on boss

ushers please pass that wheelbarrow round, everybody drop ur offering in that wheelbarrow. welcome sir

jaetrill: *Picks a comfortable seat wey no dey chook yansh* let the story begin.

oga comfortable seats plenty, make your choice

adegwurulez:
there is still space in the front sir

no qualms I Don sit down for front already.

write2obi: *took a chartered flight straight from "life of a Uam boy"
*walks in with my ADC sкчscrαρεr™.
*slaps him on the back of the head, Oya quickly go to the front and secure 2 sites for me and ritababe.
*sкчscrαρεr™ shoot Ade if he dull

so sky scraper na your adc too e no tell u say na him Don dey work as my p.s?

and what a way to begin the new story...
a Bang!!!
* what is keeping this girl na*

write2obi: *took a chartered flight straight from "life of a Uam boy"
*walks in with my ADC sкчscrαρεr™.
*slaps him on the back of the head, Oya quickly go to the front and secure 2 sites for me and ritababe.
*sкчscrαρεr™ shoot Ade if the dull

ha.. abeg tell skyscraper make e no shoot me o. e don tey wet i see ritababe sha, if u see her, tell her say i dey find her o

$#EGXY:
so sky scraper na your adc too e no tell u say na him Don dey work as my p.s?

hope say una dey pay am sha cos me sef go like the work

write2obi: and what a way to begin the new story...
a Bang!!!
* what is keeping this girl na*

tnxs.. better call the girl o

Present Sir