"Na our last waka be dis, If anybody dey fear make him better comot now, no be wen we don enter jungle the person go begin do sime-sime" Action said as there was total silence, five of us staring at each other with a pulsating heartbeat like that of a konga drum, clenching to my gun as sweat my hand moist, we knew what we were about to embark on in all ramification wasn't our 'league', a petty thief who decides to rob a bank is like a young lad with no certificate heading to one of the too many oil firms to seek for employment as the managing director.

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