Well... I looked at the watch strapped firmly on my wrist, what is keeping this woman na. Suddenly she had turned into a woman instead of my beautiful girlfriend, I too was feeling like a man, a real man with two hard balls!!! Make I hear which doctor go tell me say I no fit give woman belle na, na to give am reference.

''What's keeping you?''

I said softly into my phone.

''I'm very close, hold on a little bit''

She replied, I could here the shout of Berger, Berger, then Jabi, Jabi. She was close.

''Owk, I waiting''

I was practically freezing. MR. Biggs in Jabi could turn someone into a pack of ice if you stay there waiting for long. I had to relax and take my mind off the coldroom kind of coldness in the eatery, instead I concentrated on the traffice outside, watching cars pack and leave, people coming in and going out. Very busy world we have here, even bees no reach us jor, I mused in my mind.

''Baby I'm around''

She said to me as soon as I picked the call.

''Come inside na''

I told her before ending the call. I had taken my second bottle of water, wasn't planning on eating until she came. As she entered through the open door, I stood up, walked to her, gave her the tightest hug and escorted her back the table I had selected. I left her there and went to the counter to order for plantain and french fries for me while I ordered jollof rice and chicken for her with a can of malt. This I took to the table, served her putting on my best smile.

We ate silently while I kept smiling. She looked at me as I kept smiling while looking at her.

''Why are you happy''

She asked, her mouth full.

''That I will be a father soon''

I replied.

''You are not serious''

She said and laughed. I was happy, Martha is going to give me a child, I was the happiest man at the moment.

''Actually I am''

I replied after a long pause. By then she had finished eating and was sipping her drink silently. She looked at me like she wanted to puke.

''You better not be serious, I just came here to collect money''

She said in a harsh whisper. Which money? Maybe the transport money back home I concluded.

''Which money again''

I asked her.

''I'm aborting the pregnancy''

She said with a note of finallity. It was like the devil spoke through her at that moment. Abort which belle? My belle? With which money? My money?

''When did I tell you to terminate the pregnancy?''

I asked her, my eyes narrowing.

''I concluded after discovering I was pregnant''

She replied.

''Why did you not inform me all this while?''

I asked, really the devil was trying to confuse me.

''Because I wanted to terminate it before telling you''

She replied. I looked round to make sure none was listening to our conversation.

''And you think I would have forgiven you? Better think twice''

I replied, my voice sounding deadly to even my ears.

''Attai please.... I need to go to school''

She pleaded. Wait o, she wants to go to school, she wants to abort the child, she is persuading me to help her in killing my own child. I was shaken to my marrow.

''You will hear from me!!!''

I practically screamed drawing attention to myself before storming out of the place. Damn abortion. Aint killing no one, not even a developing foetus.




You guys know the rest....!!!

ITbomb: I talk am
Martha don carry belle and na triplet
God don catch u finally
I've sent the request on ur behalf to Nairaland charity , the pampers will be delivered soon

Na Killjoy be your middle name?? If na her fa? Any other babe fit fall inside the same trouble na, blame the fertile seed.

Foxy_Ultimate:

Na Killjoy be your middle name?? If na her fa? Any other babe fit fall inside the same trouble na, blame the fertile seed.

I would rather blame the irresponsible seed donor

When are we hosting the baby shower?
as for the children's(cus i no sey na twins be dat)Care we nairalander will contirbute N10 per week for their upkeep, so you see its not dat bad being a daddy after-all

Foxy_Ultimate: >>>> fast forward>>>> **Many Years Later**

Finally she said something.

''ATTAI, I AM PREGNANT''


''I have not seen my period since last month''


Immediately I developed headache, fever, running stomach and high blood pressure. I had fathered a !2 children from diffrent mothers at so young an age( WHAT AN ACHIVEMENT MY FATHER COULD NEVVER REACH AT MY AGE). I couldn't wait for office hours to come to an end.
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I wish the story sounded lyk this
. @ d bolded: and u no die

classikelly: I wish the story sounded lyk this
. @ d bolded: and u no die

no b him fault na,e never dream 2 hear dat kind news yet

My Biography continues shortly... So as will other works.. I am back and kicking.


I love you guys... Thanks for standing by me...

P.S: The babe no carry belle, she wanted money for easter and felt I would bone her because she had travelled.

Women sha....

"Attai, oya go to the blackboard and read the letters written on it"

Aunty Grace told me.

I was caught unawares as I was busy using my pencil to trace the face of General Sani Abacha on my exercise book. You guys remember all those ETF books na the one with "not for sale" written on it. I had already created a design on it that would make the military junta skin me alive if they find out.

I quickly stood up and went to the black board and without looking at it, after all, it was all messed up with letters.

"A" : Call

"A" : Response

"B" : Call

"B" : Response

And so it went until I got to the last letter "Z" abi na "Zed". And before I could hold my self, I screamed happily:

"Oya clap for me"

And the whole class using both their hands and mouth clapped happily. **Walai children no get problem for this world, na Bleep up say for both gun fights and riots then na them dey die pass **

"Pam pam pam pam pam PAM!!!"

Devil at work.

"Again again"

I screamed excitedly that they had responded.

"Pam Pam pam pam pam pam PAM!!!"

They still clapped but this time a louder clap filled the air, I saw myself flying in the air and then hitting the ground like it was a movie. A slap had been landed on my face by the teacher, Aunty Rose. Rose was single lady while Aunty Grace had 2 children, one a boy, Joshua in Nursery 1 and the other a little girl (I don forget her name walai) in Pre-nursery.

"Are you mad, are you a teacher?"

She screamed on top of her voice. I was short for words and the surprise of the slap coupled with the flying force made me a strong boy that moment, I refused to cry instead I just stared at her with a shiny eyes.

"Aunty Rose, take it easy na, allow the children enjoy themselves"

That was motherly Aunty Grace talking to Aunty Rose.

"Aunty it is not like that, we have to discipline this children if not they will become wayward"

She replied heatedly. That was the first time I was hearing the word "discipline", it sounded long and strange to me.

"Aunty please what is "dipipline"

I asked timidly my hand on my left cheek.

She looked at me and immediately bursted into a scornful laughter before telling me to kneel down, raise up my hands and close my eyes. It was too much, I could not contain it, immediately I bursted into a loud cry.

"Attai, sorry, stop crying you hear, I will buy you biscuit"

Aunty Grace was trying to percify me but my tears duct had already been punctured, instead of keeping quite, I increased the cry, more tears gushing out and making a pitiable sound. To compound matters, my twin sister just came to the front of the class unafraid and started patting me on the head, shaking my head from side to side, while telling me sorry.

This touched Aunty Grace and she told me to stand up and come to her, which I did promptly.

"Stop crying fine boy, oya take this"

She dipped her hands into her bag and brought out a packet of "NASCO" biscuits which I collected immediately without saying thank you. I turned round, stopped crying immediately when she called me.

"Attai, whenever somebody gives you anything, always say thank you sir, or ma"

I turned round and faced her and in a voice devoid of tears screamed:

"Thank you Sir or Ma"

And turned back, pratically running back to my seat to enjoy the biscuit and make faces at the other children who were sure to "beg" me. The subject of "Thank you Sir or Ma" became a topic that day, it was my 3rd week in school.


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"Mama, I learn many things for school today"

I was screaming as my mother came back home from where she sells.

"Ehen Attai, oya tell wetin and wetin you learn for school today"

My mother replied after giving me a roasted maize, one which she had saved specially for me. Immediately I collected it I screamed:

"Thank you ma."

Mama was touched, she patted me on the head and immediately began to losen my rough hair **Till today I dey always enjoy when babe or my mumsy ** while she beckoned to my sister with her other hand.

"Wetin you come learn join"

She asked obviously interested.

"Iye (that's my sister's name), make we sing that new song"

I coaxed my sister, she was the less active of the two but more mathematically inclined than me. I was the English Student. Una know how twins dey be those days na .

"Sanda lilili, sanda lili,
Sanda lilili, sanda lili
Sanda lilili, sanda lili
Sanda lilili, sanda lili

I am a teacher in my country
Many of you know me well
If you look me up and down
You will know that is true **that is true**

Boys and girls
Talking to me
No respect
I flog them all""


We went ahead to lead the class all through our Nursery School.

I woke up that morning to a realization, it was my turn to put on a "skor" . We had just one sandal, probably mine **abi I lost my own self** but my sister had insisted on wearing it the previous day and had used her tears as her bargaining tool (up till now na the only power wey she get ). Mother had agreed to it so as to stop her incessant cries. I felt so bad when I returned from where Mama had sent me to receive the news.

"Attai, abeg allow your sister use the sandals tomorrow go school, if I go market I go buy una another sandal"

Mama said.

My head instantly felt heavy. How on earth would a boy put on something that belongs to a woman? I raised by voice to protest.

"But Mama, I no get wetin I go wear go school na, I no go fit use my leg waka go school because my friends go laugh me"

Then everybody in my class was my friend, I had not known the word "classmate"

"No worry you go wear Iye "skor"

I was horrified , how on earth will I look like dragging that wooden thing around. (as a child I had a wild imagination, this gift I still possess but then I could think up things children of my age and probably adults could not think). The annoyying part was having to stand on the assembly ground during morning inspection (it was on a monday).

"Mama, abeg make Iye use her shoe na, I no want"

I tried to plead.

"Na you go use am, after you don loss your sandal you want make I give you my own make I dey wear skor? E no go work"

Iye replied refreshing my memory (funny enough I just remembered now). My sandal had been stolen when I had kept it under one of the numerous trees that use to adorn the road side in Zoo Road those days. I had gone to meet my mother in the company of my elder brother after school that fateful afternoon when almajiris played me a strong thing.

"I no loss am, na steal them steal am"

I countered. Mama intervened.

"Oya make una stop. Attai, after Iye wear am go school, you go wear am come house"

That settled the matter but then did it really settle it?


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"What is this you are wearing?"

It was Aunty Rose again. Sometimes I use to think of doing many bad things (no be wetin una think o ) to her in my mind. Everybody adored me as a little boy because of my sharpness (became an introvert later sha) but she seemed to be the only she-devil that thought otherwise about me.

"Na shoe"

I replied timidly.

"You can't use such a language, that is why you are in school"

Aunty Grace countered me before adding:

"Say, it is a shoe"

I repeated what she said softly. This made her pat my head, my sister had already been allowed into the school but I was kept waiting. **I do wonder why I use to and still generate a lot of interest sometime negatively sha **. She shoved me towards the door but Aunty Rose called me back.

"Oya open your mouth let's see your teeth"

She commanded. I did immediately.

"Hunnn... What's all that on your teeth, you did not brush abi"

And with that flogged me on the buttocks, she did not allow me to explain I ate cold roasted maize in the morning and still have some inside my bag, my mother brushed my teeth herself.

That whole day I was the object of ridicule in class because of my shoe abi na skor

Nice work foxy....missed you bro

Foxy_Ultimate: Wait o... Nobody don comment on this post since.... Chei...

Like I said , when u r old enough to fvrk , I will start to comment
I dey monitor ur growth everyday

Most pple av unfollowd since u fast forwarded to ur gf pregnancy,but i dey there 4 u...nd dnt wori,they wil com back

lest i 4get,NICE STORY OR NA GUD STORY

Bia nwokem av lost interest in ur story..cox ur inconsistency is geting out of hand.....no lemme flog u o

Foxy pls cont the story

Burouba!!!!!!! Mehn I don miss oh shegen yaro attai kana burouba fa

Foxy_Ultimate:

I saw that people stopped commenting the moment I mentioned pregnancy.

Na crime again to give girl belle?

Very annoying people wey carry self righteousness for head like madt.

is that why you stopped the story?

Foxy_Ultimate:

YES!!!

that shouldn't be the reason why you should stop the story.

you shouldn't stop, cos its your biography afterall.

updates are funny, helped a little to lessen my heaviness, how u doing?

**evil grin**

next time he won't go about murdering my thread

hahahahahaha

** evil laughter**

*Angry mood*
who's d person wit d most uncompleted stories here on NL?

Madawaki01: *Angry mood*
who's d person wit d most uncompleted stories here on NL?

Foxy Bone

So dis 1 has been abandoned too....mtchew

Foxy_Ultimate:

I was banned na... I thought my PA passed the information.... Haba mana, why will I abandon my own biography.

If you wish me to update, just indicate and I will do that immediately... Only on request sha...

so u've been released from the prison that's gud at least u will learn ur lessons now anyway update ur story no time

That night we all gathered round my father's Toyota corolla station wagon (those old cars wey dey white) as we discussed happily. Both young and old gathered there at that time, it was like a tradition. The elder ones carry us along, they do the story telling while we do the listening, every night during the heat period. That's one of the memorable events I can not forget because it shaped me into becoming a story teller myself.

"Una know say Oga (of blessed memory) travel ko, him say him dey go do traditional wedding"

My elder sister spoke. As youngsters, we knew when the discussion was meant for us and we also knew when to listen to juicy gossips without interrupting to avoid being sent away from there.

"Ehn, after all the girls wey him don carry play for here him wan go marry village girl wey no know anytthing"

My mischievous elder brother chipped in. This drew laughter from the bigger ones there, I was confused as to what they were talking about, I knew better than to ask.

"Na you talk am o, if AB and Kalu hear you, I no dey o"

Our neighbours eldest daughter spoke out her mind.

"Nothing them go do jor, afterall na them dey even arrange the girls for am"

My elder brother replied her.

My little mind was trying to digest what they were talking about, even though at that tender age I had been exposed to cravings for the female body I never knew where those desires came from. Not once nor twice had I alway tried to peep up the skirt of the bigger girls to catch a glimpse of their panties while my small p.enis become rock-like. I had always derived pleasures from those little escapade, but right now I just wonder what pushed me to do those stuffs then. Well the Bible says it all:

"In evil was I conceived"

Truly, I did many naughty things that thinking about them now give me the jibbies, more like I am kinda ashamed to even think about them. Damn, I had always been a skirt chaser from a tender age.

"Who want to listen to stories about tortoise?"

The eldest daughter of our neighbour said on top our voice, I was the first to reply

"Meeeeeeeee!!!"

End of gossip.


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"Kpain kpain!!"

Someone knocked on our door without waiting for response pushed the curtain aside and stepped into the palour. We had finished morning devotion and was waiting our dad to go out. We were always scared of doing something wrong in my father's presence because though he doesn't beat us, only his holding you and shaking you profusely before telling you to behave yourself will send tears to your eyes.

"Oga Williams (now late), this one wey you come my room early this morning"

My father said as he combed through his hair looking through a tiny mirror.

"Ehn, I wan come tell you say my wedding na in 3 weeks time and I go need support, I wan carry one of your children make them help me for the preparation"

Oga said with excitement in his voice. He had returned some days earlier with a tall, fair beautiful Igbo lady. Since we call him Oga and since he had said he wanted to go and bring his wife, we automatically changed her name to "Oga Wife". She was so gentle that we felt Oga had gotten himself a nice wife or so we thought.

"Owk, na which of my pikin you want na?"

My dad inquired from him.

"Give me Alad. She go follow be the person wey go hold the wedding gown"

He said. That was how the deal was sealed. My sister became a member of the bridal train, a wedding which had opened my eyes and also pointed out so many things to me about life.

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"As Jackie Chan come drink the water, na so him come dey waka like this"

I was describing "Drunken Master" to my friends when a hand covered my eyes. I paused, felt the hands, called several name but none of the names I called seemed to own the hand. My friends were busy giggling away as I felt over the body, touching the legs, buttocks and finally the "epicenter". The person freed me as my hand ligered on the "epicenter", a female one because it was not dangling. I quickly turned back to behold the girl that had been haunting my tender dreams. Unoma.

Immedaitely the song I had changed because of her flowed into my head:

"Unoma (Ifeoma), Unoma
I want to marry you
Give me your love"

But I could not utter a single word, I was in total shock. She just smiled, waved at me and went away. It all looked like a dream because I never envisaged (imagined ) she would take the first step. Or so I thought.

"Kai, Attai, na Unoma wey do flower girl for their Oga wedding o"

Bueze seemed to be telling me. I was in a world of my own.

"Make we follow her na so that una go talk well well"

That was Mustapha chiking me on.

"Hmmm, Attai I no dey here o"

That was cowardly Ekoja. My childhood friends, I miss them all. Riot is a bastard. We got seperated with Mustapha and Ekoja immediately after the Sharia riots, they both relocated to Abuja. I just hope they will stumble on this thread some day.

"Make we go jor"

I told them and immediately we all ran towards the direction she was. We found her standing like she was waiting for us. I freezed again, not knowing the move to make, I was a shy dude back then, and is still shy to make first moves up till now .

"Come make we do something."

I drew my friends closer.

"Make we show Unoma say na me strong pass, make we fight chinese, make all of una gather me. Make una allow me beat una o"

I let all out in one breath.

"Owk make we start."

Immediately I drew back and faced them, using one corner of my eyes to see that Unoma had waited watching us with interest. (that time we no know say na our age we dey fool o, chai, children love). They attacked me with kicks which I parried and dodged, sending my own at them if need be. We fought some time with me looking like I was winning because they all allowed me go at them. I never knew fate had something in store for me.

"Taaaasssss"

Mustapha had given me a clean kick on the face, it sounded like a slap and before I could react, Bueze had given me a "jet kick". I crashed to the ground we Ekoja jumping on me and rendering nice blows to my body, they had effed our deal up. I looked up to see Mustapha gathering sand which he forced into my mouth with the aid of Bueze and Ekoja. I was humiliated and to worsen the matter, they all ran away leaving me to stand up and spit the sand from my mouth.

Unoma just stood there laughing at me.

My friends had betrayed me, I swore I was going to pay them back or so I thought.

Update strictly on request please.

Foxy_Ultimate: Update strictly on request please.

dis ur update is short more please btw why must ur update be strictly on request