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|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by HelenBee(f): 5:27pm On Aug 25, 2017|
Abeg mention me sef o
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by MichaelBlake40(m): 2:40pm On Aug 26, 2017|
Centino:No probs *arms folded,waiting patiently*
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Jesutourmewer(m): 9:47pm On Aug 26, 2017|
Thank u Centino. Can't wait for the update.
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Tuhndhay(m): 1:38am On Aug 27, 2017|
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Preetiex(f): 11:35am On Aug 27, 2017|
centino wia u dey,if u no give me breakfast,mid-day meal,lunch,evening meal,dinner & midnight food today,na katakata compound go settle our quarrel o
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Centino: 12:25pm On Aug 27, 2017|
Mama Akunna stayed in the room all through that evening till the following morning. Irikefe assured me she did that so that all those that refused to go and greet her will have no excuse.
“She does not want to hear ‘mama I came but you were not in the room,’ so that she might say ‘where I go? Even to poo I never comot go poo since I come.’ She is sure to go looking for them when day breaks.”
Akunna’s children stayed in mama Cowbell’s shop till late in the evening before they returned to their room. We all knew his wife was not coming back. He himself could be found lurking around the corridor looking confused. No one knew how that first night went for them. We were not surprised when at 5am the children were already dressed in their school uniform and had disappeared before daybreak even though schools were on midterm break. Akunna was also out on the street the moment his mother stepped out of the room for the first time since her arrival.
The compound was as busy as it always was. People queued to use the bathroom and toilets and others hurried in and out of the building. As she responded to greetings she also searched faces for recognition and could be heard saying “good morning my pikin. How body? So you no know say I don come? Ehm, who you be?”
She found Maya’s mother whom we call Mama Tobi after her only son at the backyard where she was making the fufu she sold in the neighborhood. Mama Akunna stood and watched as the other woman vigorously stirred cassava paste in a cauldron, stopping intermittently to stoke the flames that cooked it. Mama Tobi sighed in frustration as the heat from the rampant fire scorched her face, and looked up when she heard someone chuckling.
“So na wetin you dey do now be dis?”
“Good morning mama. Welcome” Mama Tobi said and continued her stirring.
“How you take better pass me wey dey village now? See as you dey suffer. After you go say you dey live for city.”
I saw a flash of anger cross Mama Tobi’s face. For a moment I thought she might attack the older woman with the big ladle she held, but instead she burst into the song “satan don fall for ground o march am march am!” stamping her feet rapidly with the refrain with her wide waist jiggling in tandem.
Mama Akunna spun round and walked to the front of the compound and stood chewing her stick and spitting into the gutter.
“Una mama no dey cook?” she said to three children of the same mother heading to Mama Cowbell’s shop with plates and hundred naira notes each to buy rice. The children took their heels just as sister Esther stepped out rubbing her eyes. She hissed when she noticed Mama Akunna.
“So you no fit greet again Esther?”
“Mama abeg, I take God name beg you. Carry your wahala go meet your pikin wey bring you come Lagos. Na beg I dey beg you.”
“Kingsley don marry you? Abi you think say I no know wetin una dey do?”
“Wetin concern you. Old witch!”
Mama Akunna laughed out loud as Sister Esther rushed back into her room.
I did not know that Mama had seen the exchange between me and Maya that morning. I had not seen Maya for two days as she had just started going out to learn how to make cakes and confectionery while she pursued her admission into the University. I had stopped her as she hurried out to ask about her well being. We smiled warmly at each other and she squeezed my hand in return before we parted.
“New Calabar boy” mama Akunna later called out to me as I finished brushing my teeth.
“Good morning mama.”
“Wetin you dey do with dat gal?”
“Nothing mama. We are just friends”
“hian!” she said and shuddered.
“What is it mama?”
“You no know say na hin papa open the road of dat place wey you wan go enter so?”
Of all the things I thought she could say this was the one I did not expect. Everybody knew about Maya’s sad experience for which her father was still in prison for but no one talked about it so brazenly. I knew I had to stand up for her.
“Mama she was molested.”
“Na force den force am. No be her fault.”
“Taa! No man fit force woman do dat kind tin. I go kick hin blokos hin eye go comot for hin ear. Na she let am do am. Na bad pikin.”
“Mama she was only a child when it happened.”
“My pikin. Weda na force abi no be force, shild abi wetin you call am, dat place don spoil. Dem suppose carry am go home go baff am inside thick bush before anoda man enter dia.”
I was now convinced that I too needed to avoid Akunna’s mother. No one knew how long she was going to be staying this time. To think that we had to endure this every day until whenever it was she started missing her goats and farm before returning to her village!
“We are going to deal with her” Irikefe later told me when I told him what had happened. “We were going to do it the last time but they took Wasiu away before we could.”
“What were you going to do?”
“We were going to put igbo in her soup.”
“When she is cooking na! Is it not in the same kitchen we all use? I will just wait until she goes out to do amebo then I will throw it into the pot.”
“That is extreme irikefe. It could kill her.”
“It will not kill her. She will finish eating and go to sleep for three days. By the time she wakes up she will find herself in the village.”
“Who will take her?”
“That is what Akunna will have to do. You think he will think twice? We will encourage him to and tell him that it is better to take her now that she is still breathing when he will pay only three thousand naira bus fare, okay six thousand if you add himself because she would need support. If she dies it will cost him one hundred thousand to convey her body. Not to talk of money for coffin. That should do the trick.”
“Will you tell him what happened to her?”
“Of course not. But I bet he will find the idea of taking her back to where she came from appealing. She will not know the road back to Lagos when she comes to.”
“You don’t know how it will turn out for sure. Besides, Wasiu no longer deals drugs.”
“Bros, Wasiu does not know any other life. I already told you to give him two weeks. He is already restless. Two weeks may even be too much.”
“What if something goes wrong?”
“So be it. Nobody will miss her I can assure you.”
I did not know if I wanted to be part of this. But I nodded all the same. “So how far with your yahoo business” I said, changing the topic.
Irikefe’s eyes lit up. “My laptop is finally arriving tomorrow. And tomorrow I will also show Sister Esther the tape. I need capital to start,” he said and grinned.
Out in front of their shops Talabi and Josiah were discussing the rats in Aso Rock. I did not want to be part of it. I had some job hunting to go and do. So I took my bucket and went to the backyard and joined the bathroom queue. I found that I felt a lot better having spoken to Irikefe. It would not be a bad idea to send Mama Akunna back to where she came from if we could manage it.
I knew then that I was in on the plan.
TO BE CONTINUED
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|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Centino: 12:52pm On Aug 27, 2017|
Preetiex , Thundhay, Jesutourmewer, MichaelBlake40, HelenBee, Jekonmor, xamiel4, Grendel, adealaric, Shesweetdie, ibro2much, Dhavido, sheycrown, aragonchuks, menace001, olumose001, Hundreddegrees, efeteb, Emzyme, Fabulouski, YINKS89, DiegoNakel, yormhienerd, eitsei, jojothaiv, bejeria101, Disneylady, Bridgetania, winkmart, nanadeeva01, AyamConfidence, drewsman, abubakarbabang7, Frankenstein, jagugu88li, do4luv14, ehmusshogun, EvaJael, Kimkardashain, meneski, rapsodi6, empress101....everybody. I don update o. you are all invited.
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Preetiex(f): 1:02pm On Aug 27, 2017|
centino bobo,thanks for d brekfast,oya bring d rest,satan don fall for gutter,i march am march am
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by YINKS89(m): 1:27pm On Aug 27, 2017|
We don read ooo.... Please kom and continue wah u started.
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by abubakarbabang7(m): 4:14pm On Aug 27, 2017|
CENTINO ONE UPDATE PER WEEK IS NOT ENOUGH O
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by alabig(m): 4:47pm On Aug 27, 2017|
Centino, I like your writing pattern. kudos...
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Preetiex(f): 6:23pm On Aug 27, 2017|
centino dont tell me it is 1 update per week centino dont tell me it is 1 update per week
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by MichaelBlake40(m): 6:27pm On Aug 27, 2017|
Centino:Thanks for the mention and the update.Those calling for you to update frequently don't understand your predicament o.Imagine you are using your spare time to update and they are not satisfied.I don't mind your updating pattern as long as you make it long and spicy.Keep it up bro.
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by girlhaley(f): 6:40pm On Aug 27, 2017|
This story wan burst my belle o
See laughter.... That compound no go bore you I swear
Keep it coming centino
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Preetiex(f): 7:17pm On Aug 27, 2017|
MichaelBlake40:i am only advising him cos pple tend to lose interest wen d update is not frequent & he has to interact with his readers
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Dhavido(m): 7:43pm On Aug 27, 2017|
This story is bursting my kidney. My regards to the trouble maker mama that will soon be addressed as "HER ROYAL HIGHNESS
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Emzyme(m): 8:02pm On Aug 27, 2017|
U try baba
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Criis(m): 8:18pm On Aug 27, 2017|
This thing no reach anywhere na
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Centino: 8:56pm On Aug 27, 2017|
You are right Preetiex. Twice a week looks a real possibility soon. After your first comment been making sure I don't do less than a thousand words. Watch this space.
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Preetiex(f): 10:37pm On Aug 27, 2017|
Centino:more mb to ur phone
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by MichaelBlake40(m): 1:07am On Aug 28, 2017|
Preetiex:Does that mean he has to leave every thing else in his life aside for the tori.He has his priorities anyway sha he has cleared the air with you on that one.
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Preetiex(f): 1:15am On Aug 28, 2017|
MichaelBlake40:u are misunderstanding wat i wrote,all i did was advice him
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by jagugu88li(f): 2:44am On Aug 28, 2017|
Centino:Hediot give the boy some capital na
I will die in this spot......
no one must stop me abegii
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by DiegoNakel(m): 4:46am On Aug 28, 2017|
seguir adelante Amigo!!!
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by MichaelBlake40(m): 12:41pm On Aug 28, 2017|
Preetiex:There's no need for us to quarrel about it.Let's leave it for Centino to decide
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by queenDD(f): 1:07pm On Aug 28, 2017|
This story sweet gan o.
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by HelenBee(f): 3:39pm On Aug 28, 2017|
Thank you for the mention!
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Preetiex(f): 8:48pm On Aug 28, 2017|
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Grendel(m): 5:20pm On Aug 29, 2017|
putting weed inside her food will surely make her feel better
i pray she refuse to be taking to village ... una go hear win
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Nobody: 7:06pm On Aug 29, 2017|
i dey follow u for back...igbo inside soup omoh na highing tinz be dat...i pity the woman she wee just turn rasta granny.....
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by drewsman(m): 11:30am On Aug 30, 2017|
Nice one Mr Centino, ur story is finally getting the popularity and credit it deserves. I also believe u can do better by making the updates longer and more often
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by sheycrown(f): 5:16pm On Aug 30, 2017|
Oshey baby for the mention, we don read am but e too small na....e nor even reach anywhere. Sunday too far. Plenty inspiration fall on you!
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