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|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Centino: 6:56pm On Aug 08, 2017|
Thanks for the compliment Frankenstein. Not sure how well I narrate o. I'm an impatient writer if anything. I just want to tell my story with minimal fluff.
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Centino: 7:00pm On Aug 08, 2017|
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|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Centino: 2:57pm On Aug 13, 2017|
BAD NEWS RETURNS
There was pandemonium in the corridor so I rushed out to see. The first room on the ground floor which has been locked since I arrived at number 225 was now brimming with life.
People were going in and out of the room, some holding small bottles of alomo bitters and similar volatile spirits. Boys in all sorts of degenerate wears - sagging jeans, baggy shorts, just singlet and boxers, fez caps worn backwards and the like. I could identify all the trouble makers in the neighborhood. I saw Lukman, the one eyed barber entering the room too.
“He is back” I heard someone say.
“Who is back?”
I remember the story. Wasiu who sold drugs and regularly did time at Kirikiri. No one was expecting him to be back so soon. He had blown his last chance at freedom as I heard.
“Lukman started smoking because of him” Irikefe told me. “He even gave igbo to Castro.”
Castro is Mr Zubi’s eldest son. “I can imagine how that turned out.”
“Castro came home and asked his mother to marry him.”
“He slept under the staircase that night. No one could move him. He said it was Sheraton. Mr Zubi got Wasiu arrested the following day. He said that Wasiu would never see day light again. Bros, we are in trouble.”
“Wasiu is bad news. Now all our slippers and shoes will start going missing again. Not to talk of the heads of all the young boys and girls.”
The characters swarming the compound this morning attested to that. I went closer and peeped. He is a small man. Late twenties, light complexioned, slim with soft eyes and a kind smile. Irikefe later said to me “don’t be fooled. He is a snake. It is that innocent looks that law enforcement see and have pity on him. If not that they know him now, the first time they came to arrest him they doubted it was he after a few words with him. They left only to discover they had made a mistake and he fled by the time they returned. He charms them with that smile and sweet mouth, that day he told them the drug dealer they came to arrest was tall and hairy and wicked looking. They then found The Undertaker where he was washing at the backyard and took him away.”
I did not know there were not many people left in the room when I peeped so my eyes locked with his and he asked me inside with a sweet smile. He stood and hugged me like he always knew me and asked me to be seated next to him on the bed that had no mattress. He was telling Lukman and an avuncular gentleman in buba a story.
“I shared a cell with Rev. King. I used to wash for Bode George. We are expecting Diezani. My brother, that is not a place to be o! Only the rich and powerful can survive there. I thank God I am back.”
“We hope you have turned a new leaf.” The other man said to him.
“Yes, yes uncle. For sure. I no dey do am again. I met Christ in prison. The Reverend helped me.”
“Lies.” Irikefe later told me. “Give him two weeks.”
“Is it true that they beat up and gassed Area Fada where he went to Abuja to protest that Buhari should return or resign?”
“So I heard. He said our mumu don do. But Asari Dokubo says he is even a bigger mumu.”
“Is Buhari hearing all these things that are going on?”
“How can he hear when his ear is rotten? Is it not the ear he first went to remove when he traveled in January?”
“It is what I heard.”
“I want to go and join Area Fada. He is my hero,” Wasiu said.
“It seems you are already missing Kirikiri. Charley boy is a bored rich man. He wants his name back in the news. I won’t be surprised that he is planning a concert later in the year and is now trying to gain attention so that people will remember he is still alive and attend his shows. These celebrities always know what they are doing. Is it not how that one that sang olowogbogboro got everybody praying in the middle of the night and talking about him for one month then immediately after, he released his song? I don’t trust them o”. I prefer to be hungry but free.”
“It is true bros. Nothing like freedom. Abeg which match dey today? I heard they hammered Chelsea yesterday.”
“Relax guy. I will bounce back. I am buying four players before the transfer window shuts. I have a budget of two hundred and fifty million pounds.”
“Ehen, Ok lend me only five thousand naira there.” Wasiu’s uncle teased.
“Ha egbon! But you know what I mean na” Lukman said and grinned.”
“You fools, Wasiu’s uncle said and rose. Turning to Wasiu he said “For your own good, be a good boy. This is the last time I will lift a finger to get you out of jail.”
“Thank you sir” Wasiu said and prostrated.
The man strode out without looking back.
Outside there was commotion. Akunna was supine on the floor in only boxers and they were pouring water on him.
“He just received a phone call that his mother is on her way to visit him and he fainted.”
“It is his mother that first noticed that all his children look like Talabi the tailor.”
TO BE CONTINUED.
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|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by do4luv14(m): 5:06pm On Aug 13, 2017|
Guy you no try ooo, at alll you no try,
this rib cracker naim you dey do smalli smalli to update
e no bam at all
no jst lemme vex oooo,
try mak you giv us update asap
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by AyamConfidence(m): 7:54pm On Aug 13, 2017|
This one na tori wey dey burst brain
Centino abeg dey update like twice a week na...I dey follow this story
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Centino: 8:46am On Aug 14, 2017|
Bros no vex. Na time
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Centino: 8:48am On Aug 14, 2017|
Na wicked day job o...i nearly no update yesterday sef. In future more than once if I fit sort myself out
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by jagugu88li(f): 6:16pm On Aug 15, 2017|
Centino:No be only the jailbird that is bad news now.
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Frankenstein: 8:16pm On Aug 15, 2017|
I can't get enough of this rib-cracker. Update! Update! Update!
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Preetiex(f): 10:07am On Aug 16, 2017|
centino welldone but ur updates are short & not frequent
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Centino: 1:53pm On Aug 20, 2017|
emhusshogun drewsman Kimkardashian EvaJael bizza45 greeeneyes tsharp amiablejudy rapsodi6 meneski empress101.... Where y'all been?
Frankestein jagugu88li do4luv14 AyamConfidence Preetiex....It's Sunday!
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Centino: 1:59pm On Aug 20, 2017|
BAD NEWS RETURNS (2)
They continued to pour water on Akunna and I watched as he first opened one eye and then the second. As he heard a collective roar of jubilation at his revival he seemed disappointed and then cocked his head to one side and shut his eyes again, exactly the way they died in Nollywood.
“You people should just leave him alone. When he is tired he will get up. Akunna, you better get up. Who your mama go come kill as you wan die now?” Josiah said.
If we thought bad news had returned when Wasiu showed up, then the coming of Akunna’s mother is Armageddon.
“De woman no dey mind her business and she get very bad mouth. She dey even open other people soup pot. Wasiu, Akunna mama, Buhari in one day!”
“I don’t care if Buhari returns or not.” Josiah fumed. “Before he left we did not have light. While he was away we still did not have. Now that he has returned we will still not have light. All the people that are owing me since last year have still not paid and they have not phoned to say they will bring my money now that Buhari has returned.”
“Make sure you go and greet her when she arrives.” Irikefe said of Akunna’s mother. “It is what we all do. Don‘t let her run into you in the corridor or backyard before you pay homage.”
I nodded at Irikefe’s counsel. Then at about 6:30 in the evening, a yellow keke pulled up and a light skinned grizzled woman wearing a sweater and head warmer over a print wrapper and rubber slippers alighted. She stood straight just shy of six feet and slowly looked around, taking in her surroundings like a local government tax official snooping for hidden sign boards. Her first words were “this place never change o! all the winch for this street no wan make better tin reach hia.” Her voice was sharp and piercing and when she turned to face the compound everyone made sure their eyes did not meet hers. Then as if on cue the children began chanting “mama oyoyo! mama oyoyo!” The keke driver handed her belongings, which were a bundle of clothes tied in one wrapper and a nylon bag containing some unripe plantains and okazi leaves to Akunna who had scaled the gutter in double time to welcome his mother.
“Nwam!” She said and rubbed his head like a little boy as he clutched her belongings and advised her to be careful while jumping the gutter.
“No worry I no go fall. E no pass de potopoto wey I dey jump everyday wen I dey go farm.”
She stood in front of the compound and looked around again and shook her head and said “Tifiakwa! So una still be like this?”
Akunna made sure his teeth remained as visible as a roasted goat’s as his mother threw one vitriol or the other as she gingerly made her way to his room through the corridor.
“Akunna’s wife has fled” Irikefe whispered in my ears. She would have gone into labour tonight if she stayed. From outside we could hear her asking her son “wey all your basitad and that ashawo you keep hia?”
“She stopped calling his children by their given names as soon as she suspected they were not his. She started calling them basitad one, basitad two, basitad three and basitad four according to their order of birth,” Irikefe explained.
“Mama my wife go visit her mama. Em the children…dem go church. Dem go soon come back.”
We queued along the corridor to take turns to go in and greet her. I stayed at the back of the queue since I was new in the compound and had never met the woman.”
It was Wasiu, perhaps exuberant from his new status as a free man that went in first to greet her.
“Welcome mama” he said and prostrated.
“You! Dem never kill you?”
“No mama. I no dey do bad thing again.” She sneered and Wasiu stood and came out and Castro went in next and also prostrated.
“You. See as you don grow finish. Eh hen! As you come reach man you come carry your papa wowo face!”
“No mama. Na my mama I resemble” he said and was out in a heartbeat.
Castro’s mother was next. “Welcome mama. How home people?”
“You! You still dey rub cream? See as your hand be. You no know say you don old? If dem see us now dem go think say na you born me.”
“No talk so mama. Welcome!” She said and was out and headed for the backyard.
I watched as Irikefe stepped in and said “Welcome mama.”
“You! You go don begin tiff well well now abi? You still dey tear small pikin dem yansh for this compound?”
“No mama. I dey learn carpenter work now ma.”
“Wey your papa dey?”
“Hin go village ma. Hin go tey for dia small.”
Irikefe came out and I was surprised to see that he was smiling.
“She was easy with me today” he said.
I listened as she continued to batter person after person. She was kind only to Mr Cosmas so far.
“Better pikin” she said when he entered. “How body? You don marry? No worry I go bring better gal come give you when I come back. Na d pikin wey I keep for my son before hin go hotel go carry dat tin wey oda people dey use as dem like for dis compound.”
“She is very interested in the things Mr Cosmas says. She calls him a true prophet. You will see them together a lot. It is as if it is Cosmas that is her son and not Akunna.”
“Even a mad person has friends, as we say in my place.”
“True” irikefe said. “Bros Freke, it is your turn now.
I went in and found her seated on a stool in front of the television set. Her eyes seemed to bounce in their sockets as she looked me over and said “Wetin be your name?”
“My name na Ndifreke mama. Welcome. I hear plenty things about you” I said.
“Who you dey follow stay?”
“Na Mkpoikanna-Abasi broda I be.”
“You be Calabar?”
“No, na Akwa Ibom we be ma. But dem dey call us Calabar. No problem.”
A gleam entered her eyes and she smuttily said “no give person belle o!”
Irikefe was waiting for me when I came back out.
“I think she likes you” he said.
“Why do you think so?”
“She was kind to you.”
“You call that kind?”
“The first time she saw Achike who had just moved in with his brother before he inherited the room she made him cry.”
“She questioned his ambition in life for coming to squat with his brother in a place like this. Later she was heard telling Mr Cosmas that Achike was too short and ugly to succeed in life.”
“She’s a witch.”
“I pity all those that did not come to greet her.”
“No wonder Akunna wanted to die.”
TO BE CONTINUED
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|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by abubakarbabang7(m): 2:15pm On Aug 20, 2017|
oga centino and I hail o
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by drewsman(m): 3:02pm On Aug 20, 2017|
this is the most hilarious of all ur other posts Mr centino
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by AyamConfidence(m): 3:30pm On Aug 20, 2017|
Centino abeg help us add small gist na...we don dey wait for you since last week and we need small tori join
Abeg look into am
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Preetiex(f): 6:06pm On Aug 20, 2017|
centino dis is gud,choose d days u will update so we can enjoy ur story
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Centino: 6:13pm On Aug 20, 2017|
AyamConfidence:Scroll up my guy. Done.
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Centino: 6:14pm On Aug 20, 2017|
abubakarbabang7:I hail you too bro. Welcome.
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Centino: 6:15pm On Aug 20, 2017|
Preetiex:Every Sunday Preetiex. Glad you like it
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Centino: 6:16pm On Aug 20, 2017|
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by AyamConfidence(m): 6:19pm On Aug 20, 2017|
Centino:okay bro...nothing do you
More battery to your lappy
More ink to your pen
More speed and strength to your fingers
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Preetiex(f): 6:22pm On Aug 20, 2017|
Centino:how many update on sundays? Biko drop lunch,dinner & midnite snacks
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Centino: 7:22am On Aug 21, 2017|
Preetiex:Lol. Some day.
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by nanadeeva01(f): 12:13pm On Aug 21, 2017|
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Preetiex(f): 4:34pm On Aug 21, 2017|
Centino:do sometin abt it so pple wont lost interest in d story
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Centino: 9:42pm On Aug 21, 2017|
Preetiex:Food for thought.
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by winkmart: 8:20am On Aug 22, 2017|
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Emzyme(m): 8:47am On Aug 22, 2017|
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by bejeria101(m): 8:55am On Aug 22, 2017|
Kai i read abt the device my ribs shift hehehe. Good one centino! Keep up the good work
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Preetiex(f): 9:00am On Aug 22, 2017|
Centino:hurray centino we made front page,lalalala now u have more pple reading so dear u have to improve
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