“Bastards” the chief shouted with much disdain in
his voice. “Wait let me get my gun” he concluded
with his back turned towards us. We quickly
gathered our bags and cloths off the floor and fled
the compound, it was a race for life; adrenaline
pumped in my system.
At last, we looked back and laughed………………………..
Six months ago I was a village boy, schooling and
hustling; my parents are dead. I lived with an uncle
and aunt who don’t care how I lived my life. I was
coming from farm one day when I saw Toyin’s
mum in front of our mud house; Toyin was my last
girlfriend in our village. She sat down wailing and
cursing her self, her mum was also cursing me.
That was the day I was waiting for, I entered my
room through the window, packed my secondary
school certificate and the cloths ‘corper debby’
bought for me.
‘Corper debby’ was a very endowed teacher, she
was posted to our village for her youth service
corps. She was a nymphomaniac, she initiated me
to the world of kumasutra; I was senior secondary
school 1 (SS1).
Corps lodges was located beside my house, it was
a privilege for my Viewer spirit. She caught me
when I was peeping into their bathroom hole; I was
led straight to her room. That was the first time I
tasted the apple. The apple story lasted for a year,
but during that period, she taught me how to be a
smart boy in both academics and life issues, she
was also extravagant in buying cloths.
I became the local champion until I impregnate
Toyin…………
“That chief na were” rusty said, still try to contain
his laughter
“Walahi, I swear” replied Mohammed; our aboki
Uchenna ‘rusty’ madueke was a very brilliant boy
from a poor Igbo family. He struggled throughout
his primary and secondary school days, using the
money he earned to buy books; he was the most
brilliant student in his school at that time. ‘Uche
had a prospect of becoming a student of university
of Lagos, afterwards a medical doctor. He thought
his dream has come to pass when his uncle came
to the village and took him to Lagos, alas! He was
brought to Lagos to become a sales boy.
He ran away after one year…………….
Yusuf Mohammed was a complete Hausa boy from
Borno, Nigeria, his father was a member of an
Islamic sect, he was sent to the best school and he
was highly intelligent. He was trained to speak
perfect English language; you can hardly hear his
slight intonation.
After secondary school, his father decided to send
him to Iraq for schooling and also to teach him in
the art of war, but Mo’ has a different plan, to be a
successful businessman. According to their code,
any one who refuses an over to fight for the cause
will be killed.
Mohammed was the only son to carry on the cause
for the family, but due to his education and better
understanding, he fled.
Not long afterwards, his family was killed in his
place……………….http://alaafyn..com/2013/06/lagos-dudes.html

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