The tale of a weekend in the wild wild O-town (Oron L.G.A,
Akwa Ibom state!)

"Scores currently na wan wan (1-1) eported my friend in
hushed tones, as i was trying to to send an ISO file of Avatar to
both of them, " Nkor enyung efiak etoghor mkpor mmor
do" .exclaimed one of my friend.

It was then that my other friend started giving the gist of the
current happenings in town. According to him, it all happened
in one sitout, directly opposite 'skypoint hotels' the most
prominent hotel located in the very heart of the Oron town.
He recounts that it àll started as a result of an argurment
betweeñ two people which quickly degenerated /innto very
serious Chanching(a variant pronounciation of chancing used
by most oronians in refering to a heated argumenpt bordering
at agpredaive levels, where in most cases words like "you
know who i bee? I go hide you, i go do you run leave this
town," and other ego bursting word get to be used
sporadicaly."

The problem here was that mr A, went to a pup,and ordered
for drinks for his friends, however when it was time to pay,
moni no com dey, so the first chancing, between him and the
bar tender ensued.

However, Mr B, sitting by and watching all this decided to join
the fray, by chancing Mr B, for not paying, attension no was
moved from the bartender to Mr A, and Mr B, the thingboth
guys chanching each other were cult members of different
Confraternities, and as the chancing escalated both
profanically with worda like God punish you, tunda fire your
papa, and the likes, tensions mounted as people spaced them,
knowing that both of them were gameboys, with brotherhood
strength of hundreds of # bhrodas ready to die for either of
them should thing get out of hand.

Shaaa it didnt take long for that "getting out of hands" thing to
happen, one of them brandished out a weapon, pointed it at the other, who thinking it to be some kinda ruese continued his
rants(shaa in my part of the town you might as well be
pointing an RPG at someone, with your fingers ready to fire,
and the person your pointing the RPG at would be busy cursing
you, your dad and mom and the likes.
call it recklesness or anything, but then in O-town, (thats how
we roll)
So the guy with the gun, not someone famed for brandishing
out a weapon and holstering it back with same number of
bullet, emptied one cartridge, into the mans head....
Kpang kpang kpang(bad sound) game over, run for your life
mode activated,

Match kickoff, scores, zeroes, as the guy, shot was rushed to
an hospital by friends, while his #bhrodas started arriving the
scene, 2,2 per bike, sha all attempt to save the guy, prove
abortive, as he gave up the ghost not so long after.
Enraged by this, his bhrodas met, arranged a payback
strategy, mounted an attack on the other team, and that same
Evening, they succeded in catching one of the
# sharpshooterguy fellow # bhroda off guard.
As he was returning his babe which he took on the regular
sunday outing back home, and he was totally unwarry of the
fact that his bhroda, has committed.

The other team thus, metted out the punishment, meant for the
# sharpshooter guy on him, the unsuspecting bhroda, the fact
that he was not there at the match scene to know that its time
to go underground, did not avail him.

Thus just like that, the culprit was draged down from the bike,
and macheticaly axed, to death (sorry mum, you son you
suffered and carried for 9 nine month jus died lile that, sorry
dad the son you raised from nursery school yo primary school,
with the hope that he would carry your lineage.....is dead
Sorry dad, sorry mum

:Nightfall match day one
Scores=1-1
date15-07-2015

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