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Re: The Preacher's Son III: Diary Of A Player by jhuzcoyle(m): 2:13pm On Aug 06, 2015 |
bruh I love this story of yours. especially the great sense of humour attached to it. keep it coming |
Re: The Preacher's Son III: Diary Of A Player by Chyluv1000(f): 2:33pm On Aug 06, 2015 |
Therock5555: present |
Re: The Preacher's Son III: Diary Of A Player by SHEYOR(m): 3:18pm On Aug 06, 2015 |
nyce writeup...following u lyk shadow.. |
Re: The Preacher's Son III: Diary Of A Player by ritababe(f): 8:20pm On Aug 06, 2015 |
At last |
Re: The Preacher's Son III: Diary Of A Player by snowhyt(f): 9:29pm On Aug 06, 2015 |
Therock5555:hahhahahahahahahahah ... this part killed me "tears of joy" indeed |
Re: The Preacher's Son III: Diary Of A Player by Aipete2(f): 11:31pm On Aug 06, 2015 |
Therock5555:President sir |
Re: The Preacher's Son III: Diary Of A Player by buoye1(m): 1:55am On Aug 07, 2015 |
.....Baban mutum... Ina jindadi ka.. |
Re: The Preacher's Son III: Diary Of A Player by SexySapphire(f): 12:41pm On Aug 07, 2015 |
Hello everyone. Therock5555 has not been able to access nairaland since yesterday, so he sent me this update to post on his behalf. Trust me, it is as hilarious as expected. Sit back and enjoy. CHAPTER 4 FACING MY FEARS You know that feeling you get when you are about walking infront of your mates with just panties-your new panties bought by your mum when you were young and your crush was also there with your friends. The feeling could be very exciting and heart warming. That was not the feeling i was getting. Then think of this event, you went to bath in a public bathroom twenty yards from your house, since it was very early in the morning you ran naked with your hot bathing water and was busy savouring the warmth of the water till thirty minutes later only to find out your crush and her friends are playing just outside the bathroom and your mother just screamed your name out that Moment. Ten million dehumanizing ideas would flood your mind that moment, you might even contemplate suicide or wish you could disappear that moment or even teleport. That was the kind of feeling i got as i paraded with my super big trouser the morning i was intended to go write my first paper, chemistry practical. I had a few days left before i had to meet my roommate from Abuja so i was going to write the exams and come back home while wearing my big trousers, how could i stand the stare and sneaky laughter from neighbors, what if one of my Sunday school children saw me, they would be like; "Uncle, why are you wearing the type of my grandfather's trousers?" So i scan my brain for solutions until i got one, i smiled and grabbed my bag, sneaked to my dad's sewing machine and packed like a dozen office pins then put it together with the trouser in my bag. I wore my white long sleeve shirt and ran out of the house before my mum questioned me about not wearing my complete uniform. As i ran to the park, i met a namesake of mine whom asked me where i was going to, i just lied and tried to cut the conversation short but the dude 'no code' instead he found new gists until i told him i was traveling to see a girlfriend of mine. "Baaaad guy, by 7:30am you wan travel go meet babe? Pussey go kill you oh!" He teased. "How man go do na, konji no wan gree free mankind joor" i laughed at his sarcastic statement. That rejuvenated him because he even quickly found a car for me and paid the transport money for me. I had to squeeze myself against three big men at the back seat, i was more like a sugar cane squashed by three water melons. They were discussing politics so i kept myself busy with music, suddenly one of them knocked off my right ear piece and screamed into my ear. "Shey you no dey hear? Shey na WAEC you dey go write?" "Yea.. Yes sir" i starmered. "So why you no write am for Akwanga where you dey stay?" The driver fired at me as all eyes turned to me. "Na where my father register for me oh" i retorted. "Na lie, which your father? I go slap you now, children of now away days, una go dey find expo center because una no like to read. Useless boy" another woman screamed at me. "Na your type go make people say Jonathan dey corrupt when na una spoil pass" other said. I was almost getting to the point of breaking down, i got that feeling lately when ever i looked at my big fubu trousers. "Driver drop me please" i said coldly and opened the door before he even stopped. The passengers were screaming at me to close the door but i defiantly held it slightly opened. The driver quickly parked before i stepped out, i was almost two kilometers from my destination but i didn't care any longer i just continued walking forward, someone screamed i was a spoilt child but i did not bother looking back. As the car swept pass me i began jogging briskly because it was remaining just twenty minutes to the time of my exams. Someone in the car must have pitied me and rebuked my attackers because the car slowed down ahead of me and parked, the driver motioned to me to run and enter, but as i reached the car i increased my jogs and showed the driver my middle finger before jetting off. "Ubanka! Sulianka! Shege Banza yaro!" The driver spewed at me as he drove off. I smiled as the insults bounced off my body, my heart and head were banging as i reached the school, i was also sweating profusely so i jumped into an empty class and set to work on my big trouser with the office pin. When i was through i wore the trouser and used my phone scream to access myself, i could not believe my eyes at my new appearance, two tears drop rode down my cheeks. I looked like a person whose trouser was sown by a Fulani tailor who would sew small then fall asleep, wake up, skip a few gaps and sew small before falling asleep again. I looked terrible than before so i loosened all the pins and adjusted myself, my dad had also added a sharp ghetto that even when i washed that trouser, it never grew blunt. I comforted myself with the feeling that it was a village school so many people might also wear bigger trousers than mine. I heaved a huge sigh then stepped out. Boy was i wrong, everybody's eyes were glued to me like i painted myself with kim kardashian's poo. I forced out a smile and greeted an imaginary friend. "Mehn this your trouser for do two more boys to sew their uniform o" one boy with a mouth as big as my nose shouted. "Maybe him father dey sell material na" his friend replied as everyone bursted into laughter which i joined in. "No mind my tailor, him give him apprentice to sew for me. I swear i no pay the idiot" i added as they burst out laughing again. Before the yabbing could get too intense, another boy dropped from bike, his trousers barely reached his ankle, he even added a timberland shoe to compliment his efforts. "Oboy see person wey i suppose cut my material give oh" i pointed at him as attention went up to him. "I wan dey do low waist that's why i say make my tailor make am short" the new boy defended himself. "Even if you do low waist, we go still know you borrow una last born uniform from primary three" the laughter this time was intense as the dude felt like dying that moment. He picked up a large stone that sent us all fleeing in different directions. I met Mrs Jonathan whom was also a science student, she giggled a little about my big trouser but kept mute when i told her my dad was the tailor. There was a few laughs about my outdated customed trouser but when ever any one dropped a remark, i would quickly point out the other dude and say; "E beta make i wear fubu wey go size me when i reach thirty years than wear my younger brother primary three uniform" That lightened the atmosphere, and i began feeling my jovial self again. I noticed the science students, more boys than girls. The girls were reasonable but most where really older than i was so there was no hope until something happened. She entered....... 2 Likes |
Re: The Preacher's Son III: Diary Of A Player by jhuzcoyle(m): 12:53pm On Aug 07, 2015 |
nice one. keep it coming |
Re: The Preacher's Son III: Diary Of A Player by johnmanuel1743(m): 2:01pm On Aug 07, 2015 |
nice 1 your stories always make me laugh |
Re: The Preacher's Son III: Diary Of A Player by philfearon(m): 3:31pm On Aug 07, 2015 |
Present. |
Re: The Preacher's Son III: Diary Of A Player by Tombilly(m): 4:53pm On Aug 07, 2015 |
ROCK u're a good writer........ if u can combined all diz piece of writing together from part one till part three u will make a gud book |
Re: The Preacher's Son III: Diary Of A Player by Suspect33(m): 6:44pm On Aug 07, 2015 |
HE IS BACK |
Re: The Preacher's Son III: Diary Of A Player by buoye1(m): 9:03am On Aug 08, 2015 |
Who entered na? Rock5555 turn sexysapphire,if una no come..... I fit ki una ooo Olivatwist |
Re: The Preacher's Son III: Diary Of A Player by bishop88: 10:19am On Aug 08, 2015 |
Rock u funny wel wel,i dey follow u like ur shadow |
Re: The Preacher's Son III: Diary Of A Player by Fernandowski(m): 3:01pm On Aug 08, 2015 |
*runs from part one to part 3* *breathing heavily* Man pro!!!! Ur the only consistent writer I have seen on nairaland......keep it up |
Re: The Preacher's Son III: Diary Of A Player by stuff46(m): 7:31pm On Aug 08, 2015 |
I am late but i shall always answer the call of the boss. Welcome back boss, reading mode activated. |
Re: The Preacher's Son III: Diary Of A Player by Therock5555(m): 10:55pm On Aug 08, 2015 |
*rushes in and out* |
Re: The Preacher's Son III: Diary Of A Player by Alphafrank: 11:34pm On Aug 08, 2015 |
Therock5555:Drags him back* but on second thought (leaves him) 2moro na sunday,go prepare sunday school wey u go teach, bro hw va na ?,weitin happen,na ban ? |
Re: The Preacher's Son III: Diary Of A Player by buoye1(m): 12:53am On Aug 09, 2015 |
Rock i still dey wait |
Re: The Preacher's Son III: Diary Of A Player by ritababe(f): 6:53am On Aug 09, 2015 |
Therock5555:they ban u wey u nor fit update. Yurme, psalmwise, kingphilip, |
Re: The Preacher's Son III: Diary Of A Player by Therock5555(m): 8:49am On Aug 09, 2015 |
Alphafrank:. hello bro. no be ban |
Re: The Preacher's Son III: Diary Of A Player by Therock5555(m): 9:04am On Aug 09, 2015 |
hello guys and ladies, sorry I was not banned but my etisalat cheat suddenly developed k-leg, other sites were opening apart from NL that's y I sent the update to my able sexysapphire to help me post. anyway I initially forgot to state it earlier, I won't be dropping updates on Saturday and Sundays because I go need time to recoup anyway I would drop a sweet update today because of the day I missed. Well I was taking my driving test yesterday and the good news is that the cheat is now opening NL Happy sunday once again. see una by 9pm |
Re: The Preacher's Son III: Diary Of A Player by Uthman51(m): 9:11am On Aug 09, 2015 |
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Re: The Preacher's Son III: Diary Of A Player by Uthman51(m): 9:15am On Aug 09, 2015 |
Therock5555: I go off my data till 9pm cuz dis windows phone dey chop my money like my new girlfriend |
Re: The Preacher's Son III: Diary Of A Player by Therock5555(m): 9:20am On Aug 09, 2015 |
Uthman51:*falls from blackboard * |
Re: The Preacher's Son III: Diary Of A Player by oghenekome51(f): 4:35pm On Aug 09, 2015 |
Therock5555: bros, adon show! 1 Like |
Re: The Preacher's Son III: Diary Of A Player by kidaberry(f): 4:40pm On Aug 09, 2015 |
shebi because I am Quiet here abi |
Re: The Preacher's Son III: Diary Of A Player by sleekch1c(f): 5:11pm On Aug 09, 2015 |
Therock5555: Why was I summoned here. Present |
Re: The Preacher's Son III: Diary Of A Player by adioolayi(m): 5:28pm On Aug 09, 2015 |
go Therock5555 ...go guy |
Re: The Preacher's Son III: Diary Of A Player by Carinaflo(f): 7:24pm On Aug 09, 2015 |
Therock5555: Present Sir! |
Re: The Preacher's Son III: Diary Of A Player by Therock5555(m): 9:12pm On Aug 09, 2015 |
.... 1 Like 1 Share |
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