emma_best2000: intresting keep it up guy
more grease to ur elbow
hope to see ur next story

Cuddlemii:

Hi,

Its almost impossible to see all comments made on threads or comments that need my attention.
I suggest you call my attention to threads or stories that are frontpage worthy, using the complaints thread--
https://www.nairaland.com/983531/literature-writing-complaints-thread/4
The complaints thread is the easiest & fastest way of reaching me for everything (excluding immoral stuffs )

I will read this thread first and recommend it for the frontpage.
Thanks.

Foxy_Rebirth: Cuddlemii Baby.... Just walked in to say hi....

Cuddlemii:

Lolz, it has not been added to the frontpage yet.

Send a pm directly to Mukina2 or Semid4lyfe requesting that its added to the frontpage.

I only recommend and that I have done. They add the topics.

Thanks

Foxy_Rebirth: “Wanne irin iskanci ne wanna, yanzu ne safe ya zo a gidan ka” (What kind of behaviour is this, is it now that the day broke in your house)

My boss queried me.

“Haba mai gida na, ka san wai gida na da nisa” (Its not that oga, you know my house is far)

I replied him before walking to the changing room. Not exactly a changing room, but a shack where clothes are kept. I quickly pulled my fineboy clothings and replaced it with the usual clothes I wear, put a face cap on my head and used a big black shade to cover my eyes. I also used a black artificial beard to cover below my nose with a goatie on my chin. I came out looking different and like every other tout under the bridge in mararaba and orange market.

“Ka shiria kenan ko, kai, amma kai dan iska ne, idan mutum bai san ka zai gan Kaman kai dan Arrabiya ne” (You are now ready, but you are truly a jackass, if someone doesn’t know you, he might mistake you for an arab)

I laughed.

“Haba oga, a yan lemo kuma, mai zai kawo dan turawa nan” (That’s mischievous, not in orange market, what’s going to bringan Arab man here)

I replied him.

“Manta da lamarin nan, nemo mun customomi, za mu je Kaduna yau kuma zaka raka ni, Adamu bashi da lafiya” (forget that talk, just get me customers because we are headed for Kaduna and you will accompany me, Adamu (his conductor) is sick).

I just twirled round and using a voice more baritone than mine, started screaming:

“Kadunaaaaa buuuuussssssss, Kaduna busssssss”

Soon the whole car became full and the journey to Kaduna progressed with me entertaining both the Hausa men and other tribes going to Kaduna with jokes. We made it to Tudun Wada, reloaded and came back to Abuja that same day. I was really tired at the end of the whole journey that I mechanically went to the “gidan wanka” located at orange market, paid N50, collected soap and jumped into the toilet to offload my system, after which I switched to the bathroom to take my bath. My mind replaying the incidence of that day and musing over the fact that I still hadn’t close for the day.

I changed into my normal clothes and boarded a bus this time going to my destination instead of the normal bike which is by the way costlier than the bus. Getting to the bus-stop, instead of walking straight home, I took the same dusty path that led to the uncompleted building, got to a door which I opened and entered into it. Inside the room is a table which I shifted to the extreme end of the room, climbed on and took a brown envelope which was tucked in between a broken block on the ceiling. I came down, made my way to the door, peeped left and right and then came out locking the door behind me.

I got to the gate of the house sooner than expected, went into the compound and matched straight to Ekaite’s room, knocked on her door and retrieve my keys from her. I opened my door and was welcomed by an inviting aroma. Ekaite had cooked and kept it in the room awaiting my return. Without thinking twice, I pounced on the food, divulged it and laid back to sleep.

The alarm on my phone rang at exactly 8:30pm waking me up. The time has come to complete my business for the day.

AAC:

Hmm... Ur written hausa aint dt bad. But its nt from d core north (Kano, Zaria, Kt, Keb., Zm. & Sok.). Its more like d kd/Nasarawa/Plateau hausa.

INNO18: i've always dreamt of writing a book, i even started 1, 4yrs ago while i was in SS1, but later ran out of ideas. Foxybone this short novella has inspired me Greatly and i think i might reconsider writing a book once more. Lest i forget an incredidble piece of art you put up here. Nice work

Okiki_Oluwa: Nice. The concluding part got me by suprise. Tot all u knw is writing abt fvck fvck fvck just like born2f.uck

Wizee: foxy u too much. More power to ur elbow.

jerikoyan: Kindly Vote dayo dj bello in d Pepsi lyrics challenge...just click n like--> thanks

CLIQBOY: *clapping my hands*

CLIQBOY: *clapping my hands*

Egba girl: Very refreshing! I thoroughly enjoyed it. Please write more! I shall definitely be subscribing.

Foxy_Rebirth:

Owk dear, but this one is ended... Watch for my new work... Still working on it sha...

**Warriors of the Delta**

Foxy_Rebirth:

First impression truely matters... I'm truly sure you read some of my piece but then... Itz New Year nd I've gotten a resolution..

Foxy_Rebirth:

Thanks.... Your comment is highly appreciated...

Okiki_Oluwa: Nice. The concluding part got me by suprise. Tot all u knw is writing abt fvck fvck fvck just like born2f.uck

dohyn: The story is really good,engrossing actually..I just feel you could have done better with the ending.It was too bland,sort of a letdown..All in all,nice read sir,quite worth one's time.

@Kaybase:
Interesting, how i wish it can be in home video. I am inspired. Thanks for saving a future

wizb: Hey Foxy! Your story finally made front page. I'm really happy for you, well done! *clapping for you*