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Boss update ham nah! Person go die here o

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oga fembleez.... are you a u.i aspirants?

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Waiting

As he looked forward, his face was distressed. It appeared so roughen, so stiffen - to show how un-pleased he was with what he saw. What was happening? Arh! this is definitely the end for him. He saw it clear now that there was no way forward. The road led to a dead end. No more path to drive through ahead. Why was this happening all of a sudden? The fuel gauge and now, no road to drive along. These were pure indications luck had bade him no chance today.

Sweats gathered on his face as though their assembly was summoned. Few drained out of his hair like water would drool out after bath. The heat was burning deep inside his stomach. Heartbeat had increased rapidly.


He thought about what he was going to do as he approached some few distances to the wall ending the road, but his thoughts were not allowed to linger much as the engine suddenly shut down and the movement of the car went slow and slow till it halted like a military men on parade would do.


“God eh, chai!!! Te'mi bami (I'm at wits end)!” He shouted so loud - Fatimah and Mariam had to look back to know what the noise was about. Then they saw it and there was a deep sigh.


Not so much was the relief they felt but at least they were assured the bus would not move beyond this spot before the rescue would arrive.


He thought about where he would run to as there were only two houses at both side of the road. One had it's gate opened. The street light revealed the black gate as it was already getting back. He thought about escaping with the girls. Would it be safe to do that? He asked his thoughts.



“Lai lai!” He protested. That would spell doom for him.


He quickly removed the car keys and the moment he was about to get down was when David's bike closed in on the bus. He raced into the gate without considering what fate might be his.


David was less concerned now about the driver that was racing off. The first thing he did as he jumped down of the moving bike was to run to the bus and confirmed the girls were safe. Soon as the Mopol packed his bike, he pursued the culprit.



“How una dey?” David asked as the girls were already coming out of the bus to meet David.


Instead of answering a simple question. They both broke down in tears. They wept loudly and almost collapsed when David held both friends at arms. They had really undergone some psychological trauma. Their thoughts about what might be their fate at the hands of the assumed kidnapper.



“Una safe na, make una no cry again,” David consoled and led the girls to a pavement to seat.




“Ole!!! Ole!!! Ole!!!” Was the noise that followed the kidnapper out of the compound and he ran into the Mopol who held him at his trousers.




“Na Ole, him wan come rob us for house,” a lady started her madness. Clasps her hands and started pointing her fingers abusively at the kidnapper.

It appeared when he entered the compound, people had asked him who he was looking for but he gave no answer as he tried to find a way to either jump the fence or somewhere to hide from the upcoming danger/threat, the Mopol.

Without thinking much, someone had raised alarm and soon, the cries of thief had followed the kidnapper's trail - as he raced for his life. This was certainly going to be much worst than what he actually did. Shout of thief meant mobs gathering.




“Mo kin s'ole (I'm not a thief)” he defended himself and slaps from different people landed on him without order. Mob had suddenly form to lynch the thief that had dared to come at the very hours of 7:13pm.



“Shut up, you be thief!” Someone said from the mob.



“Abeggi, I no be thief. I fit explain.”



That statement was followed by a boot-off by the Mopol which sent him on his buttocks.



“Explain wetin, na here we go kill you. You wey wan jump fence.”



“Ewa tyre wa ejo, ama sun eleyi ni o. A`fi ko awon Ole bi tie logbon. (look for tyre please, we will burn this one. It would serve as example to his colleagues),” another person said and the next thing that happened was that, the assumed thief's faded red and blue stripe shirt was torn off his body.



“Na my gang member be this,” the fool said pointing to the Mopol.



It was so surprising to the Mopol who still held him by his trousers. Was he going nut or something?.



“Ehn ehn!” The guy who had suggested the tyre exclaimed and raised his hand to strike the Mopol a fall down on your knee slap but the Mopol was strong and dodgy.



“Una dey believe this kidnapper?” The Mopol put in as the people wanted to grab him. The place had gradually filled up with people who lived around.


David who had seen what was happening left the girls and ran to the scene to explain everything that had happened to the people.


“So na so abi? You go kidnap those children for their school wan go do ritual. Your own don good today. Wey the tyre? The matches nko?”


Someone handed him the tyre and he wore it on the kidnappers neck. People were busy striking him. Even the guys around there had all come out in full force, struggling to get through the crowd and beat the kidnapper with weapons they had brought with them.



“See, you people would have to release him for the police to handle,” the Mopol brought out his ID card and showed the crowd. People became surprised he was a policeman, even David was nonplussed.



“No o Olopa (police), we go kill this one for here. We know wetin go happen if the case reach una station.”



“Nothing go happen as these girls are student. The school authority and parents would want justice prevail. They wouldn't accept bail at the point this case has gotten to. It is a bad offence in the law court.” The Mopol explain after the mob had poured fuel on the kidnapper. It was just the grace of God that had saved him that matches hadn't been lit. That would have been the end of his life.


After much plead by the Mopol and elders and reputable men around, the mob released him but not without inflicting injuries on him. That is the Nigerian way, they never wanted justice at the Law Court except that which came from them. That which was immediate execution.


Many crowd stared at the girls as lights shone across their faces. There was the spirit of pity in the air. They saw how innocent these girls looked, how beautiful! That much have drown the kidnapper to them, thinking may be their parents are wealthy. That was people's thoughts. The type of unassuming thoughts or conclusion average Nigerians would have or jump into.


The girls were still sober and it was evident as they constantly prevented mucus from running down their noses.


As a good Samaritan had volunteered to drive the girls home, David's face caught hold of Fatimah's face. He focused his attention on Fatimah's beauty now. It struck him he had never seen such beauty before.

He seemed not to have noticed all this while how beautiful she was. Her jaws to him were the most appealing as they strut out and gave her the redeeming feature of a lady from india. What sort of human was this girl?

Surely, she was a goddess that God had specially endowed, had taken much of his time on.

Her hands were folded to her chest as she looked on in dismay. She appeared to have slimmed down just few hours but it was more revealing in Mariam's body than hers.

If it were a good day, both friends would have engaged in a discussion or jokes but this night was surely going to be the worst of their stay on earth so far. The day they would pray to live and tell the story of how they almost got kidnapped. All the thoughts of what had gotten them away from school had deserted their memory. Not even how the event had happened showed on their faces.


Mariam braced up and put her hands across Fatimah's shoulder who also released her folded hands and smiled a little as Mariam said something which was inaudible to David's hearing who stood afar.


The Mopol inquired may be David could take care of the girls and make sure they were safe - which he gave a positive reply. The kidnapper was soon led away in handcuffs by the Mopol.


When the good Samaritan had come out from his flat with his car keys. David took the last chance to gaze on the heaven of beauty that sat some distance away. He was falling in love with this damsel and would try all it takes to get her.

Really enjoying this story.....keep it coming.....Thanks

mmmmmm tank God dey er safe

Thank God!!! they are safe!!!
I knew it, David will fall in love with one of them.
Fembleez1 my Honeypie, thanks for the update. Still following.

42.






Due to the fact that the NEPA (not PHCN as of now) had taken the light, they all decided to go downstairs. They had all been playing game when the light was uninterrupted. Lazarus was the one who received the visitors who had come to play PES in his house.


“Lazarus,” his father shouted after him as he went down with his friends through the staircase. He halted when the echo thundered into his ears once he got to the ground floor which was 3 `storey' higher than where his father was calling him from. He went back to answer his father.



“Paale, wetin happen na?” Lazarus asked.



That was the usual way he talked to his parents. Many people said it to be absurd but seriously in the pidgin language, there was no respect attached to it. One could address ones boss as if one were his mate.

No sense of superiority or courtesy was put into place by those who founded the language. Same as the english language to a large extent.


You could try it to know how correct it is. The only languages with respect are those of our tribes. The ones we were born with, one we had spoken before the europeans came to flag them out as though it were a plague that had cost us much distress before their arrival.



“You no go buy petrol? Abi na water we go put inside Gen sleep this night?” His father inquired.



“Ehn eh! Papa, I don dey try reason that thing wey you just talk now now. Be like say make we try am today. E go work!.” Laz teased.



“You be Ewu (he-goat). Stupid boy, na palm-wine you for go put inside so that the engine no go off again.” His father laughed and looked at his mother who sat close to the door of her friend. The two women laughed at the father and son.


“Hahahahahahahahahahaha, the `Gen' go high be that, on palm-wine. Paale, you sabi invention o. Be like say I go carry you go one of these Oyinbo company. Them go need scientist like you,” he mocked his father.



Lazarus mother was plump and fair skin. Her skin wasn't much smooth. It looked more like stretches had rendered them unattractive but they weren't really stretches. That was just how her skin was. She was dressed in a red wrapper tied to her waist and a blouse-lace worn on it. The typical dressing of a woman from Enugu who was going for her usual Women Meeting. Those types most husbands often forbade their wives not to attend because it rakes their money like a fire disaster.




“See paale, be like say I don reach the age wey be say I no go dey buy petrol again. Make Ogechi go dey buy am na, abi she no dey watch film inside?” Lazarus became official.




Though Lazarus father was a police officer but he had given his family the freedom of speech anyhow in which the very last born, 13years of age in her JSS3 - could talk at him anyhow. He was never offended with such because it turned out to be what united the family so much. No matter the manner they talked to one another, they soon made up and turn it into jokes and everyone would laugh.


Mr. Ekeh was attached to a Mobile Company and he had made sure his family never lacked, most importantly, food. That was the most vital of all in the Ekeh's house.


Although they weren't as rich as one would think but their father made sure there were foodstuffs at home that would make each dish cooked satisfying to every member of the family. They cooked with a medium but big size pot, the one next to that which are often used for cooking party meals.


Many would wonder why such should be but the Ekeh's were 7 in total, excluding extended family. Anyway, no extended family in their right senses would want to come live in the barracks where things were
Unpredictable. One could be transferred at anytime.


Lazarus father adjusted on the armchair he lay on. His pot belly pushed out, evident of his rounds of drinks when he wasn't on duty. His shorts were a brown colour without belt-holes. The zip were also not drawn as it fit tightly Mr. Ekeh's waist - who was also a rotund looking man. His skin was dark and his heads never grew hairs. They were always on a dry season.



“Mr. Man, will you go and buy that petrol now before I open my eyes,” Mr. Ekeh shouted at a grunting Lazarus who picked the keg from its place of kept and went down the stairs without asking for money.


Well, the Ekeh's often lend monies to one another and it didn't take the intervention of Saints to recover their money.



As he got down, he couldn't locate his friends again. He walked fast may be he could see them towards the gate and he saw the last of them just disappearing from distance through the gate. He hurried to catch up with them.



“Guy how far na? Why una no wait for me?” Laz questioned the three other friends.

Lamah his school mate was amongst them while the two others were just Barrack friends. The 3 were dressed in play-shorts of different colours but with the same white vest at the top.



“Why we go wait for you? Oga, you no thank God say you even meet us here?” One of the three put back. He was an Idoma boy. Two tribal marks were drown eleven on his face. His skin colour was a shade of mortal and his name, Nosa.



“I know say na you surely no go let them wait for me. You just too stingy for your life.” Laz laughed.



“Well, I no stingy pass you na him I know.” Nosa defended.



After they had crossed the road, and passed under the bridge, the Oando filling station was visible. The scent of perfume was brought close to Nosa's nose and his eyes bulged out.

He was the one who loved woman most in their midst. They oft call him `woman-wrapper' and he never seemed to care. As he saw the lady who had used the perfume cross over to promenade they were walking on. He saw her figure eight enticing.



“Chai! See babe! See babe oloolo!!!” He exclaimed and did some few cat walks like Alinco in Papa Ajasco would do.


You wouldn't dispute the fact that women sometimes can be so funny. She started walking fashionable soon as she heard Nosa's exclamation.

She wiggled her `clump'ed' ass that was well packaged in her black leggings from side to side. The colour of her skin shone out of the black leggings.



“Na yansh be this?” Laz blurted. The keg he carried fell of his hands. His eyeballs switched on, fully charged.



“No o! No be yansh, na Akamu (pap). Common sense you no get. Na so your papa go dey shout when e see yansh. Carry that your buruku eyes commot for the girl body.”


Nosa acted greedy. He was greedy when it comes to women affairs. He examined himself very well, as the others watched what this madman was planning on doing.

He exchanged his palm-slippers that had been bent at the back of each sole with Lamah's.


“Your papa no fit afford palm, na to dey borrow borrow. Senseless fool,“ Laz cursed but got no reply.



“Guy, wetin you wan do? Hope say the Garri wey you drink this afternoon never dey cause another thing for your body? Abi na the fermented water your maale give you?” The second guy who stood with Lamah - examined Nosa.




“No worry na! Na here una 3 go dey when I go get that girl as my own before 5minutes,” he used his fingers to show how small but significant 5minutes was, or could be.



“No talk say I no warn you o guy. This one wey I dey see so no be your great-paale mate o.” Laz indicated with the ear.



“I no say no be my great-pee-man mate but your own paale no fit see this kind babe with him eyes. Na that your maale you dey compare to this oloolo? Your paale blind pass blindman. I dey come!” He said and walked away.



As he noticed the lady was about entering into another street - the Maitama Sule street; he increased him pace and his friends also added legs to their walks so as to watch what would happen.



“Hello sister!. Sister!!! Abeg wait na!” Nosa adjusted his vest as the lady halted. Her hair flew backwards and her red lipstick shone in the dark.



“Yes, what is it? How may I help you?”



“See babe. I just see that your waist, I fall in love. You really sweat babe. Can I have your number please?”



“Eh eh! Hmmmm,” she laughed and clasped her hands together, “wonders shall never end.”



“Wonders will never end babe as long as me, the one and only Nosa still dey for this `carban'” Nosa praised himself. He put one hand into his pocket and used another to caress his beards.



“See this one o. So as you see me so, we be mate? No be even your size dey enter this yansh,” she switched to pidgin and as she narrated, she bent her waist to his side so he could view it well. She jerked it for him to see.
The sitback she wore went away from the place she had used it to cover the backside. Then it was revealing she wore no pants. Mehn! No pants with leggings on!!! What more could have enticed Nosa with such?. Such wonders why the ass gave in freely to squirm.



“Chai! This girl no go kill me. Forget forming, just arrange as we go take go `warsh' like this like this.” This was really a madman that had escaped detention.



“Oh, okay! I dey come, make I change to skirt so e go fit sweet to do well well,” she made him relax and entered into a compound she knew well. Her house wasn't far from here or may be, that was her house.


Nosa jubilated once she had entered the compound. He turned towards his friends who were standing at some distance. He gave them thumbs up and they hailed him from afar. Then, he stood backing the compound the lady had entered, waiting patiently for this cheap girl. In his thought, he was going to f^ck this lady's buttocks without mercy.



“Arh my manhood. I invoke your strength this night!” He inserted his two hands into his pocket.



Some few minutes later,.......



“Come Laz, wetin I dey see so?” Lamah caught the view.



“Guy forget, no shout, just shut-up” Laz persuaded.


The lady came with a bucket of dirty water. Palm-oil; semo, Eba, and wheat nylon had been deposited in it. Different soup that hadn't been consumed totally by those who bought them had also been deposited in the water.



Splash! she poured it on him unaware. He was soaked. Nylons linger on his head and shoulders, his white vest completely stained as if a glass- stainer had performed some artistic work on it, tye-die.



“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha” Laz laughed



“Chai! I no fit laugh o!” The other guy guffawed. His baritone voice rent the air.



The lady became concious now that his friends had followed him as they made jest of him from where they stood.


He, on his path was rooted to a spot. “Eeiii! Which kind shame be this o.”



“st^pid boy! This one resemble to`to wey your mate dey f^ck?” She hissed and went away.


“Hahahahahahahahahahahaahahahahaha, the whole barracks must see this one,” Lamah rolled in the aisles.


Lazarus couldn't help the laughter. He was shedding tears too. They laughed and laughed. When he tried coming their way, they ran away from him as though, he had contacted Ebola virus, or he had messed up his body. They neglected him as if he were not their friend.

When they knew who he was. The one who claimed to always get any lady in the barracks, they decided to ruin him finally and went to call others to come and watch the Lord of Women, Nosa!.

Haaaaaaaaaaaaaha!!! Laugh wan kill me for here o * rolling on the floor, laughing* Chaii..... this is really serious ooo. Lwkmd.

Fembleez1, Thanks for the update, you made me laugh this afternoon. You are too much.

Hehehehehehhehehehehehhhehehheh Femblez i nor like oooo Y e com say na Nosa d gal molest U knw say Edo guys nor dey carry last

The last Update had been modified, so it is now error and grammatical blunders free!




Enjoy it!

professorbea:
oga fembleez.... are you a u.i aspirants?

Yap bro, I am!

Fembleez1:


Yap bro, I am!

which course bro

“Na yansh be this?"





“No o! No be yansh, na Akamu (pap)"








YOU SABI AM.^^^^

professorbea:
which course bro

Law

Sageez:
e bin no plenty na, na only N3k pop corn i don chop

You go still need like 15k own before this story finish o

shoyemiayodeji:
Fembleez abeg no vex for me oooo ....too much work load on my hand...I seldom come online now

I know boss, how UI dey treat you?

adeh39:
Fembleez1






* sighs*

Yes adeh!!

OlufemiWhit:
Really enjoying this story.....keep it coming.....Thanks

Thanks boss. Keep enjoying it while I keep cooking them more and more interesting!





Welcome!

kwencypresh:

Hehehehehehhehehehehehhhehehheh
Femblez i nor like oooo
Y e com say na Nosa d gal molest
U knw say Edo guys nor dey carry last

Edo guys too like women

Fembleez good morning. Abeg wen shld we expect update?

pwettyhardey:
Fembleez good morning. Abeg wen shld we expect update?

Have you read the one I updated yesterday afternoon?

Thanks for the update man

Fembleez1:

David was less concerned now about the driver that was racing off. The first thing he did as he jumped down of the moving bike was to run to the bus and confirmed the girls were safe. Soon as the Mopol packed his car he pursued the culprit

@bolded, shouldn't it be motorcycle?




Keep em coming

harjibolar10:
Thanks for the update man @bolded, shouldn't it be motorcycle?




Keep em coming

Modified bro! Thanks.

harjibolar10:
Thanks for the update man @bolded, shouldn't it be motorcycle?
Keep em coming

i made such observation, but think it has been corrected.

Fembleez1:


You go still need like 15k own before this story finish o

15k? I no sure say dat one go do, abeg mek am lik 25k

Please drop your corrections, observations and criticism!!!







I need them badly!!! I want to improve!