I am ThankGod.
A once quiet school boy.
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. Back then , school wasn't fun but a combination of wrestle mania and hell in a cage fight...
On this faithful day , I sat down quietly as Akeem and his useless gang rendered their mouths useful by talking the most rubbish heaven could assimilate. Akeem and the gang were the noise makers in basic 4.
Sitted close to my teacher ( we attended the same church , a staunch FATHER GIVE ME A HUSBAND believer , and a family friend ) , I watched as she opened the hot [ Ewa gan e ] beans with red oil stew and for once in a life time , my throat had an erection . The smell from the food alone could be drank with garri and ground-nut .
Aunty Victoria tore her bread open fancifully and took a short time to invite MASTER JESUS to come partake in the sumptuous meal but i didn't see any body come join her eat , maybe He had alrdy eaten.
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And so , I watched as four spoon full of the oily beans drove down her throat , i ate with her , though in spirit.
In the middle of the food , she paused from chewing her meaty bread and then half -shut her eyes, raised her right ass cheek and buuuuuuum , she farted , oh my world, She messed , Slowly it came .
I saw as the tiny air became wind,
i saw how it damaged our schl paint,
how it discoloured our uniforms,
and quieted the whole class.
''Who Mess?'' came an energetic Auntie Victoria with an irritated look..
Since no one could tell who did it , we all served severe punishments.
But i saw from whose bum bum the affliction came , i truly did.