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Ade’s Chronicle 11

The second term of the school calendar soon began and work started in earnest. The amorous affair between Rotimi and Bunmi
was blossoming by the day as they both played by the rules of their engagement.
They never showed any sign of activity in school, at least that was to the best of my knowledge.

Immediately school closed for
the day, Bunmi will come to our house for a dose of her medicine. She never missed it.

She also told her parents that she needed to take up extra coaching classes in the subjects we taught. That was her excuse for coming to our house on a daily basis. So,
immediately she comes in, I take my time to teach her my own subject and after I had concluded my part, Rotimi takes it up from
there, teaching her both Economics and more.

I also went about my duties in the school conscientiously till a particular day when I was teaching the S. S. S two class, Bunmi signalled to me that I should come. I went to her seat only for her to give me a crumpled note that said:

Sir, I would like to tell you something after the class. It’s urgent and can’t wait till we get
home. To ease your mind, it’s nothing much and sir Rotimi is not aware.

I looked up from the note and looked at her. There was a smile on her face telling me that she knew what she was doing. I was baffled but I know I can’t let that disrupt my class. I continued my lectures and after the class did as if I had forgotten about the note. I left their class and headed for the staff room only to hear a voice calling me. It was Bunmi.

I waited till she caught up with me on the pathway leading the S.S.S two classes to the S.S.S three classes.

“Good afternoon sir.” She had greeted.
“Good afternoon Bunmi. How are you this afternoon?” I asked seeming to control my anxious self.
“I am fine sir as you can see and thank you for the class today. I really got it sir.” She replied smiling.

I was a little apprehensive but I know I can’t let it show. Barrages of questions were flowing through my mind as to why she
wanted to see me.

“That is my job and it’s what I am paid to do. Moreover, it’s why you are in school; To learn new things.” I offered.

Then she went to why she had written the note.
“Sir, I said I wanted to see you after the class. But it seems that you have forgotten that’s why I ran after you. I am sorry if I caused you any anxiety.” She pleaded.
“No problem. I have even forgotten about it. But thanks for the reminder. Since you said it was urgent. Shoot it out and lemme hear it.” I said my heart palpating madly.

She cleared her throat and looked straight into my face, she had been looking either on the ground or at the nearby trees before.

“Sir, I noticed that you have no girlfriends like your friend, sir Rotimi. By girlfriend, I mean a small young girl like how I am to
your friend. I also know that you have a fiancée but I think you need someone to ease out tension at times. There are a lot of young girls like me around who want to
catch fun at no expense to you, rather they will expend their funds to make it work sir. So, I think you need someone soonest.”
She said to me without batting an eyelid and my mouth is left open.

What effrontery!

I just looked on as if I was star struck, or rather shell shocked. I would have welcomed it but I know that she has something on her sleeves and would robe me in sooner or later but not this soon. She had caught me unawares.


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Ade’s Chronicle 12
I stared at her as I marvelled at the nerve and
audacity that such a girl as young as she is
could have to broach such a sensitive subject
before me. She said it so sweetly that you
would think it was the norm of the society.
Maybe it is the norm after all.
“So what you are telling me is that there is
nothing wrong in what you are doing with
my friend?” I asked a JAMB question.
“Sir, there is nothing wrong with it o. And it’s
the in thing now o. We young girls need to
learn from you the older guys and not our
age mates who know next to nothing about
the intricate world of pleasure. Especially
nowadays that the movie stands are filled
with materials to teach us what we need to
know. Likewise, some of us have no parents
to teach us sex education so we have to
learn it by hook or by crook.” She said
gleefully.
To say I was shocked was an
understatement but what I didn’t know was
that more awaited me.
“So, is that what you want to tell me that you
said is very urgent?” I asked praying that this
spoilt girl would ease my pain and let go of
me.
“No o. That is just an introduction to the gist
of the matter sir.” She said smilingly.
“So please bail me out of this sun by saying
it.” I said.
“Sir, there is a girl in the S. S. S three arts that
would like to be your girlfriend. She actually
would have come to meet you herself but I
told her to let me tell you myself. You have
been on her radar since last term. The same
time I got fancied by Sir Rotimi. She said that
you looked unapproachable that was why
she couldn’t come then. She added that she
suffered a lot all through the hols and
couldn’t bear it anymore to miss you for the
remaining period of her stay in this school.
So, I pitied her and said I would talk to you
about it.” She narrated.
“So what would you have me do to help this
friend of yours?” I queried foolishly.
“It’s simple sir. Just agree to be her friend
and what happens between I and your
friend will be happening between both of
you. Sir, her WAEC exams would be affected if
you refuse and also, we would easily robe
you into a minor case that could earn you a
little time in Police cell. She is a day student
and she stays not quite far from my place.
She gets jealous when she sees I and Sir
Rotimi going out of the neighbourhood. I
would have let her share him with me but
she doesn’t like that. She would rather share
you with anybody else. She is captivated by
you. Sir, just say ‘NO’ and I can assure you
that in three days, you won’t like yourself.”
She threatened.
I knew the blackmail would be foolproof. The
students of our school are notorious for that.
There was a guy who still is behind the bars
from one of their conspiracies. It is better to
enjoy the discreteness of what they had to
offer than spend quality time listening to the
song of mosquitoes in a dirty Nigerian Police
Station. But I won’t give in that easily.
“So, is that all?” I asked again.
“No sir.” She said smiling devilishly.
Then I knew I was in a deep mess. These
girls had been sleeping with virtually all the
male teachers they could lay their hands on
in the school. The Principal included. But I am
the only one who they are now seeing as
their last target. Something told me that
another girl is in the offing but let me hear it
from the horse’s mouth. They had caught me
well after donkey’s years of trailing.
How I wish I could just resign my
appointment and take up another job. My
fiancée would not want any of it. My parents
are not the moralists yet they would not
understand. Rather they would think it was
the other way round. Rotimi had fallen into
it. I see no escape route for me other than to
take each day as it comes. There are rules for
every game and these are far more
experienced players than I was.
I swallowed hard as I stared back into
Bunmi’s eyes urging her to spill it out. The
look I saw in their told me that she knew she
had got me and there was no need to rush.
She was a good schemer. No wonder she
was made their spokesperson!
“There is another girl in S. S. S two Orange.
She is in the Sciences. She likes to have you
too. But since she lives farther than the other
girl, she will only play the game in your place.
She will come to see you in the staff room
later today. In fact they will come together
because they both will even like a party
someday. So be at rest. They are aware of
each other.” She said compounding my
misery.
I was right. My mind had said the truth. But I
was baffled. What did these young women
see in me? I needed to know. There was no
better opportunity than now to ask. So I took
it.
“What did they see in me Bunmi? I need to
ask what attracted them to me.” I queried
my tormentor.
She smiled, nay laughed, a throaty one
before saying, “It’s not what they see in you
rather it’s what did we see in you? Because I
am one of them too. I like you too but I
wanted somebody fast and that was why I
went for your friend. I couldn’t wait like the
others. Your friend is good too. But you are
calm, cool, collected, reserved, and you have a
very handsome face and a very good
carriage. I have a plan in motion to have a
taste of you myself. So, just be prepared. It
will come sooner or later. Sir Rotimi too will
have other girls soon who are dying to taste
him. Let’s have fun sir. All I say to you is; be
prepared. Like the boy’s scout motto.” She
ended her narration smacking her lips.
I knew I was in for a swell time in this new
act and world.....
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*runs to refill pop corn cone*

Ade’s Chronicle 13

Bunmi’s revelation shocked me to the marrow. The girl had been nursing the ambition of bedding me for a long time. Whoa!

After several minutes of thought, I realised that I had no escape route other than to leave my job. If I did that, what will become of the dreams I had built? I cannot depend on my parents for life. Moreover, it was not as if they asked me to steal or rob a bank. It was a conscientious thing. I didn’t go to them myself, rather they came to me.

However, that does not make me morally bankrupt. I will go along till I get the job which I and my friend had been dreaming about and searching frantically for. But it has to be by my rules.

I heaved a heavy sigh and came back to my environment to realise that Bunmi was still standing right in front of me. She had been standing akimbo while a mischievous smile played around her lips. She had seen me lost in thought and came back to the present world.

“Sir, was it our proposal that you were thinking about?” The spoilt girl asked me a JAMB question.

I did not reply her because it was obvious she wanted to taunt me. Rather, I looked thoughtfully at her and realised that I don’t even know the names of my soon to be girlfriends. So I asked her.

“Who are these girls that are even in lust with me?”

“Sir, it is not lust o. Rather they like you or lemme say, they love you. Their names are Bola and Bimbo. Bimbo is in S. S. S three while Bola is in S. S. S two. Sir, let’s go to the staffroom, they will soon join us there. The time for break is close.” She said as she checked her wrist watch.

I know the two girls in question, Bola and Bimbo.

They were both of average height, around five feet. They are dark in
complexion, more like chocolate.

The two girls are beautiful in their ways and what I got as a clue was that there was a kind of connection between the two girls. The only thing that separated them was their classes and homes. They were like twins in school. They moved together, ate together and even went to toilet together. No wonder they came for me together!

We left the spot and moved towards the staffroom. The staffroom itself was a not- too-big affair...

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Ade’s Chronicle 14
The staffroom was the place where all the
junior teachers are seated when they have
no class. The students have free access to
the room. They come there to call the next
subject teacher they have. The room served
as our rest room as well as office. There are
six tables and chairs in the room. Each table
and chair can seat two teachers but it
seated only one teacher. It was because the
senior teachers had revolted and
demanded a separate room of theirs.
Therefore, only six teachers occupy a room
meant to accommodate twelve teachers
comfortably. We were grateful, Rotimi and I,
when we were showed the place as our
offices. The room also had a bed in a
corner that was covered by a small curtain
that draped around it from floor to ceiling.
It was washed by the student offenders
twice a month. It had been changed only
once since we got to the school. The bed
served as a resting point for any teacher
who feels too weak to sit and needs to
have a short nap or a short comfortable
sleep. It also served some unofficial
purposes as many a student had been
slaughtered behind that curtain but that
was when the school had closed. The
erring parties would wait under the
pretence of having extra work to do. Then
the act gets underway and when they are
through, they leave for their homes. But at
times, situations warrant that we, the
teachers sleep in the school. Then we begin
the jostling for who and who not to sleep
on the bed.
Rotimi and I have our tables at the farthest
part of the room because of our constant
mischief and gossip. Then we were so
different from the rest because we had
never slaughtered any student at the
room’s abattoir. We understood each
other’s body and facial gestures when we
don’t want to talk in words. But now, we
are a part of the slaughterers. Rotimi, a half
time member because he hadn’t used the
bed in the staffroom. I would also become
a member soon and who knows if I would
use the staffroom.
We got to the staffroom, I, in my thoughtful
mood, she, in her smiling and victorious
mood. I went into the room first while she
followed; I could only imagine what would
be going on in the inner recesses of her
mind. There were three other teachers in
the room. Rotimi was not there yet which
means he would be in a class.
As I had said earlier, we all in the room are
junior teachers though Rotimi and I were
the most junior yet we never interfered in
any other person’s business everybody
there including the females, sleep with a
student. Yes, the female teachers get the
young boys to ‘service’ them. There were
three of the female teachers and all were
junior teachers. Ronke, the J. S. S two Basic
Science teacher, was a young lady of
twenty three years. She had an
engagement ring on her finger but I had
caught her at the ‘abattoir’ twice with
Tunde, an S. S. S three boy. Shola was
worse. She was the Junior School
Mathematics teacher. She had gone down
with three students of the school. Kunle
and Dolapo were in S. S. S two when she
‘slaughtered’ them. Presently, she was in
tune with Dolapo, an S. S. S three boy and
the Labour Prefect of the school. Folake on
her part just started and her victim was
Remi, also in the most senior class in the
school. The school was just trying to
change the recruitment policy of employing
only male teachers. More female teachers
would be employed to augment the
present three. Our school is a mess and one
hell of a school!
I walked dreamily to my seat and she
followed me without any prompting. She
greeted all the teachers she met in the
room and came over to my side. She sat
beside me and looked into my face. I knew
she could read all the fear and anxiety in
my eyeballs yet she remained silent and
speechless except the smile on her face
that was beginning to irritate me. I was
tensed with her sitting beside me. I needed
fresh air because I felt as if I was choking.
But this girl was meant to torment me. She
had plastered that smile permanently on
her face. Then out of the blues, she said,
“Sir, break time is here. They would soon
be around. But sir, do you know anything
about lesbianism?”
I looked at her again for an assurance that
I had heard her right. I did not know what
she was driving at with the question she
asked. Again she smiled. I was beginning to
be afraid of her. These girls were not what
we thought they were. They were innocent
looking but inwardly deadly or let me say
innocently poisonous.
She looked at me and asked yet again. This
time, I knew the question is coming with a
back breaking revelation and I was in for a
hell of a time. I had known too much for
comfort. The stage is set for a life changing
event. I just can’t say ‘No’ at this stage. What
will come out of her mouth is yet to be
known but I know it was just a matter of
time before she spills what is in her mind
to me knowing that I can’t back out at the
stage I was.
“Sir, don’t look at me as if you have just
seen a ghost. I know you would have learnt
about lesbianism. I know you read very
much. So it’s not new to you.” She said not
caring if the other teachers herd what she
was saying. I wondered too if they heard.
But if they heard, they made a good job of
hiding it.
Then, the next sentence I heard threw me
off balance. Just as Rotimi entered the
room with his books under his arms,
Bunmi opened her mouth and said with a
smile.......
“Sir Ade, we are lesbians!”
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Ade’s Chronicle 14
The staffroom was the place where all the
junior teachers are seated when they have
no class. The students have free access to
the room. They come there to call the next
subject teacher they have. The room served
as our rest room as well as office. There are
six tables and chairs in the room. Each table
and chair can seat two teachers but it
seated only one teacher. It was because the
senior teachers had revolted and
demanded a separate room of theirs.
Therefore, only six teachers occupy a room
meant to accommodate twelve teachers
comfortably. We were grateful, Rotimi and I,
when we were showed the place as our
offices. The room also had a bed in a
corner that was covered by a small curtain
that draped around it from floor to ceiling.
It was washed by the student offenders
twice a month. It had been changed only
once since we got to the school. The bed
served as a resting point for any teacher
who feels too weak to sit and needs to
have a short nap or a short comfortable
sleep. It also served some unofficial
purposes as many a student had been
slaughtered behind that curtain but that
was when the school had closed. The
erring parties would wait under the
pretence of having extra work to do. Then
the act gets underway and when they are
through, they leave for their homes. But at
times, situations warrant that we, the
teachers sleep in the school. Then we begin
the jostling for who and who not to sleep
on the bed.
Rotimi and I have our tables at the farthest
part of the room because of our constant
mischief and gossip. Then we were so
different from the rest because we had
never slaughtered any student at the
room’s abattoir. We understood each
other’s body and facial gestures when we
don’t want to talk in words. But now, we
are a part of the slaughterers. Rotimi, a half
time member because he hadn’t used the
bed in the staffroom. I would also become
a member soon and who knows if I would
use the staffroom.
We got to the staffroom, I, in my thoughtful
mood, she, in her smiling and victorious
mood. I went into the room first while she
followed; I could only imagine what would
be going on in the inner recesses of her
mind. There were three other teachers in
the room. Rotimi was not there yet which
means he would be in a class.
As I had said earlier, we all in the room are
junior teachers though Rotimi and I were
the most junior yet we never interfered in
any other person’s business everybody
there including the females, sleep with a
student. Yes, the female teachers get the
young boys to ‘service’ them. There were
three of the female teachers and all were
junior teachers. Ronke, the J. S. S two Basic
Science teacher, was a young lady of
twenty three years. She had an
engagement ring on her finger but I had
caught her at the ‘abattoir’ twice with
Tunde, an S. S. S three boy. Shola was
worse. She was the Junior School
Mathematics teacher. She had gone down
with three students of the school. Kunle
and Dolapo were in S. S. S two when she
‘slaughtered’ them. Presently, she was in
tune with Dolapo, an S. S. S three boy and
the Labour Prefect of the school. Folake on
her part just started and her victim was
Remi, also in the most senior class in the
school. The school was just trying to
change the recruitment policy of employing
only male teachers. More female teachers
would be employed to augment the
present three. Our school is a mess and one
hell of a school!
I walked dreamily to my seat and she
followed me without any prompting. She
greeted all the teachers she met in the
room and came over to my side. She sat
beside me and looked into my face. I knew
she could read all the fear and anxiety in
my eyeballs yet she remained silent and
speechless except the smile on her face
that was beginning to irritate me. I was
tensed with her sitting beside me. I needed
fresh air because I felt as if I was choking.
But this girl was meant to torment me. She
had plastered that smile permanently on
her face. Then out of the blues, she said,
“Sir, break time is here. They would soon
be around. But sir, do you know anything
about lesbianism?”
I looked at her again for an assurance that
I had heard her right. I did not know what
she was driving at with the question she
asked. Again she smiled. I was beginning to
be afraid of her. These girls were not what
we thought they were. They were innocent
looking but inwardly deadly or let me say
innocently poisonous.
She looked at me and asked yet again. This
time, I knew the question is coming with a
back breaking revelation and I was in for a
hell of a time. I had known too much for
comfort. The stage is set for a life changing
event. I just can’t say ‘No’ at this stage. What
will come out of her mouth is yet to be
known but I know it was just a matter of
time before she spills what is in her mind
to me knowing that I can’t back out at the
stage I was.
“Sir, don’t look at me as if you have just
seen a ghost. I know you would have learnt
about lesbianism. I know you read very
much. So it’s not new to you.” She said not
caring if the other teachers herd what she
was saying. I wondered too if they heard.
But if they heard, they made a good job of
hiding it.
Then, the next sentence I heard threw me
off balance. Just as Rotimi entered the
room with his books under his arms,
Bunmi opened her mouth and said with a
smile.......
“Sir Ade, we are lesbians!”
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Rotimi and I were shocked beyond words
as those words hit our ears. But
surprisingly, the other teachers were not. It
seems they all knew all along that there
were such girls in the school. But these girls
to me are not what they think they are. They
are not lesbians because if they are, they
would not be running around looking for
men who would ‘service’ them.
I was left with the option of either
educating them on what they think they
were and what they really are. I could leave
them in the mirage of thinking they were
lesbians and I could tell them the truth
about themselves. After a while, I decided to
lecture the three of them on what they are
even if they would still require me ‘servicing’
them. No problem, we would go along with
it when the two other friends are around.
No wonder Bimbo and Bola always go
around the school and even the toilet
together.
I looked at Rotimi and saw fear, despair and
anxiety written all over his face. Disbelief
made him open his mouth like the dirty
linens of a mad man. He was simply
perplexed by what he had heard. He could
not imagine that he had just heard from a
girl he had been sleeping with for close to
three months that she was a lesbian.
I left my seat and closed the gap between us
and brought him to his seat. Then I said to
him:
“Ol boy ye, no be wetin you dey think o.
These girls no know the meaning of wetin
dem dey do. Dem no be les jare. Dem just
dey hear say any girl wet dey do am with im
fellow girl n aim dem dey call les. Forget that
side and face the akpako wey you dey knack
cos me I go soon join you for the knocking
ceremony o. Some people go show now
wey go shock you. Forget that side make we
dey reign go jor.”
My words seem to bring a little life into his
eyes as I saw some sparks of life in them. He
looked at me and asked if I was saying the
truth. I also asked if I had ever lied to him.
He said I hadn’t so I told him to wait and
watch as events unfold there and while I
also thrash out the issue with the girls.
Bunmi was still smiling where she sat. She
had seen the look of horror on Rotimi’s face
but she was not privy to the little chat we
had because we had talked in low tones. I
saw a relieved look on her face as she saw
that the look on Rotimi’s face had changed.
It was evident that behind the initial smile
was a fear of losing Rotimi. Another
confirmation that she wasn’t a lesbian
though she had been sleeping with girls.
I walked back quickly to my seat beside
Bunmi. I looked around the staffroom to see
that it had not changed and that everybody
was still minding his business. What Bunmi
had said was not new to them.
As soon as I got to my seat, I was ready to
find out how the three of them got
entangled in the web of bisexualism and
who the other players were. I was barely
seated when I heard the sound s of
footsteps. I was unconcerned at first but the
tap on my lap made me look up to see the
other parts of the trio walk in.
Bola and Bimbo were clad in tight fitting
uniform. The uniform was made up of a
striped yellow shirt for the male and blouse
for the female over navy blue trousers for
male and skirts for the female. Their uniform
that day was what I loved to call eye
popping. Their blouses were tight and it
revealed all the shapes and curves they were
gifted with. Their skirts were no better. It
was above the knee and cut in a way that
the parting cut at the back of the skirt
formed a crevice through which what was
under the skirt could be seen. The school
gave the students a free hand to sew their
uniforms from home unlike their
contemporaries in the business. What they
do is sell the clothes to them while the
students sew from home; hence it was not
uncommon to see such kinds of crazy
uniforms among the male students and
provocative dressing among the females.
I looked at them as they progressed
confidently towards where we sat. They
looked questioningly into Bunmi’s eyes and
she in turn nodded towards me. I pretended
as if I did not see their exchange and asked
them why they were there. In the recesses
of my mind, I knew there was no break for
all of us which was unknown to them. They
had come to receive the reply to their
proposal but they would have their notions
changed. I would do what they want, but I
have to let them know that they are not
what they think they are.
Bimbo and Bola looked at each other
confusedly, then, they looked again at
Bunmi. The trio was evidently confused. For
the first time that day, the smile on Bunmi’s
face disappeared. Her friends were thinking
that she had not said anything and she was
wondering what I was trying to do. She had
never seen it coming. I gave myself an inner
pat on the back for a pretence well done.
Now that I had shocked them, I needed to
consolidate and then began the second
stage.
Rotimi was looking on from his seat. I
signalled to him to come over since I needed
him to hear the proposal that was tabled
before me. When he came around, I opened
my lips to talk.
“Bola and Bimbo, to what do I owe this
august visit? It seems you want to come and
say hi to your teacher. But I didn’t invite you.
Did I?” I asked obviously tormenting them.
“No sir. You didn’t invite us. But...” They
chorused. Then stopped because they
wanted one of them to talk probably Bimbo
but she doesn’t know where to start from. I
sighted that but did as if I did not because
the ‘but’ in their reply was hardly audible.
“Okay, since you have come to visit me, you
can have your seat. Bring that seat over
there and sit here.” I said pointing to
Rotimi’s chair. Rotimi was seating on my
table since Bunmi and I were sitting on my
chair and there was hardly room for an
extra pair of bums. While they were gone,
Bunmi still looked puzzled at me but did not
know what to say to me.
They returned with the chair and I asked
them to place it opposite my table and seat
themselves comfortably but after sitting,
they were still uncomfortable.
After they had been seated, I told Bunmi to
move over to their side and seat with them.
Rotimi moved from the table to my side on
the chair. He had still not talked all along. He
was watching the drama unfolding before
his eyes. He knew I was in control. The girls
were murmuring among themselves as they
asked Bunmi who was as confused as they
were. I left them to talk for close to five
minutes then I cleared my voice.
“Hmmmmm! Hmmmmm!!”
They were all alerted and looked up as my
voice hit their ears....
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“You are all welcome to our staffroom. On
behalf of myself and Rotimi, your Economics
teacher, I say thank you for taking time out
to visit us in this our small cubicle.” I said
grinning ear to ear.
They were obviously puzzled as it was
written all over their faces. They wanted to
mask it with the smile they pasted on their
faces but it was not possible for them to do.
I looked at them and remembered the
saying that “If a child claims to have as many
clothes as an elder, he can never have as
much rags as that elder.” They had earlier
had me sweating through my butts, here am
I playing the return leg and winning
convincingly and leaving them no room to
plan any defence strategy.
They all replied, “Thank you sir.”
I thought of what next to do, I was thinking
either to continue with the suspense or bail
them out and let go of it all. The time on my
hands was not too much. Also, if I let them
go that day, Bunmi would tell them all that
happened and they would come back with a
better plan and that would not give me the
opportunity to correct the wrong notion
they had about themselves.
I chose the former and decided to end it
once and for all. I cleared my throat once
again and looked at them. They looked
askance as their eyes were fixed on I and
Rotimi. Rotimi on his part was just enjoying
the show.
“Bunmi, don’t look at me as if I am a devil.
Relax and breathe in and out. Bimbo, why
are you looking as if you have seen a ghost?
You Bola, you are thinking that why have
you come here. I know what the three of
you are thinking. Relax and be merry. Should
I get you refreshment before we proceed?”
I asked.
“No, thank you sir.” They replied.
I knew they would not accent to my
proposal but I said it to lighten their moods.
It worked. The three of them loosened up
within a minute then I proceeded to the
business of the day.
“Bimbo and Bola don’t be scared. Bunmi told
me all that you had sent her. She is your
good friend and she tried all her best to
convince me. She even threatened as the
three of you had planned. But she told me
something that I need to enlighten you all
on.” I paused for effect. By then, they had
loosened up completely and had returned to
their buoyant selves. They looked at one
another and smiled. Bunmi had the ‘didn’t I
tell you look’ on her face. The other two had
the ‘you said it’ look on their faces. The three
had heaved a sigh of relief and believed that
the game is now going back to what they
wanted it to be. They were correct. They
only needed to hear what I have to say and
if they liked they can change their lives or
still continue with their acts.
“Sir,” that was Bimbo. “You really scared us.
We did not know where to begin from. We
had thought that we should just get here
and get our reply and walk out with you for
lunch. But we would listen to what you have
to say. But sir is our answer positive or
negative?” She queried.
I knew if I told them the reply then, the rest
would make no sense to them. So I said,
“You will receive your reply before leaving
this room.”
“We are all ears,” They chorused.
It was obvious that Rotimi could not believe
that these two girls had taken a likening to
me. They had even planned it among
themselves to send their friend to talk me
into becoming their ‘servicer’. Rotimi looked
from the girls to me and said, “Olboy ye, you
mean say before I enter this cabal, this girl,”
pointing to Bunmi, “don come word you on
top say make you dey knack im two friends
akpako?” I nodded in response and he
shook his head in disbelief. I smiled
knowing that he was not aware that his girl
was even fantasised about sleeping with
me...
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welldone bro

Where this man na
walahi if i no teach for secondary school eh na mistake. Chai see free bleeping....
*in papa ajasco voice* agibigibigibigibi Yettocome you 5much...

Ade’s Chronicle 17
Rotimi being surprised is not a new thing.
When he is surprised, he could be tensed
but in this situation, he was not. He has a
penchant for talking about you as if you are
not there. As he was talking, the girls who
were also familiar with the Pidgin English
knew he was talking about them and as
such they looked askance. They did not
know what his reaction would be. But I
already knew it. He was happy that we
would rock things together with the girls.
I looked at the girls and began my lecture
“Bunmi told me that you girls are lesbians.
Is it true?” I asked another JAMB question.
The two other girls nodded in the
affirmative. Then I knew that they were all
in the act and that they were not in the true
know of what they actually were. The look
on their face even showed that they were
proud of what they think they were.
“The three of you are not lesbians.” I said
and watched the reactions on their faces. I
got what I expected. They all looked up and
into my eyes with utter disbelief.
I continued, “Yes, you are not lesbians. I will
tell you why you are not lesbians. Lesbians
only sleep with their fellow women. They
hate the male gender and want nothing to
do with them. They get married to their
fellow females. They naturally are seen
together and do not depend on the male
for anything. They believe that only a
woman can satisfy a woman sexually. They
believe the male are oppressors and even
oppress women when it comes to sex, so
they hate to sleep with men.”
I paused to look at the effect of my word
and saw that I had caused a storm in their
brains. They knew that they had none of
the features I described above. They all
depended on the male folks for one thing
or the other.
“Or is there any of you here that hates a
man and will not like to have anything to
do with a man?” I asked them. They still
looked astonished with what they had just
heard.
Rotimi was wishing to hear the affirmative.
I could guess that from the way he
anxiously looked from one girl to the other
two and then finally fixing his gaze on his
object of interest—Bunmi.
“No sir, we all love men and can never hate
them. We would love to get married one
day but not to our fellow women.” Bimbo
said after looking into the eyes of the other
two and they had given her the go ahead
to speak.
“That means that you girls accept that you
are not lesbians.” I remarked and they
nodded.
Then Bola said, “Sir if we are not lesbians,
then what are we? We sleep with one
another almost on a daily basis. We do
threesomes most of the time. We thought a
girl sleeping with girls is called lesbianism,
but you said we are wrong. Sir, what are
we?”
I smiled. She had confirmed a part of what I
wanted to know—that the three of them
sleep together and they do it almost daily.
“What you are and do is called bisexualism.
It is when a boy or girl sleeps with his or
her fellow boy or girl and still sleeps with
members of the opposite sex. In your case,
you have sex with one another and you still
have boyfriends who do you well and
satisfy you. So, you are not lesbians, you are
just bisexuals.” I enlightened them.
A look of relief was awash on their faces as
I ended the statement and they heaved a
sigh of relief.
By then, the staffroom was as silent as a
graveyard because the other teachers had
left the room and we were the only parties
left to our business.
Rotimi looked at me and smiled. I knew he
was wondering how I got to know so
much about the issue at hand. I had never
let him into my store of knowledge about
sex and sexuality.
The girls were pleased with what they had
heard and wanted their reply so that they
can go for their break and as well plan on
how my rendezvous with Bimbo and Bola
would start in earnest. But I was far from
being through with them.
I had been able to change their mentality
from thinking of themselves as lesbians
and making them know what they were. I
still needed to know how and who taught
them the act of bisexuality.
These girls, from my observation did not
stumble upon the act. Someone had taught
them. I needed to know. My decision had
been that I would ask them and if they
refused, I would tell them to go and that I
would have nothing to do with them. They
can go ahead and carry out their threats.
Something had told me that with the kind
of influence I wield over those girls, they
would tell me. They wanted to satisfy their
curiosity of sleeping with the only
remaining teacher in the school. I was a
hot cake.
“Sir, thank you for the explanation you gave
us. We are very grateful. Sir, can we have
the reply now so that we can go for our
break?” Bola spoke.
She had spoken sparingly since they came
into the room. I looked at them and smiled.
“You can’t get your reply now. There is one
question you need to answer. If not;, your
answer will be no and then I would have
nothing to do with you. Then you can
always carry out your threat and I will be
waiting for you outside there. Just answer
and let’s all enjoy it for as long as we can.” I
replied throwing them into another session
of thoughtfulness.
“Sir, what is the question? We promise to
answer it truthfully.” Bunmi, they ever vocal
of the three, offered.
“My question is simple. Who taught you the
act of sleeping with one another?” I
dropped the bombshell.
The three of them looked shocked. They
looked from one to the other then to
Rotimi and to me. They had not expected
my question. I had caught them off guard...
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Ade’s Chronicle 18
The look on their faces changed from the
initial expectant look to that of horror as
the reality of the question hit them. They
looked from Rotimi to me and then to one
another. They were debating inwardly
whether to answer my question or not to.
“A lie will not help your case. Just say it as it
is and we shall move from there. You
should know that I am very good in
detecting lies. So don’t even think of lying
to me.” I intoned.
That statement added to their mystery.
Their faces became white and their eyes
became red. What they had earlier relished
and spoken with pride had become a
source of immediate sorrow to them.
Rotimi looked at me and smiled. He knew
that I had woven them into a tight corner
and only the truth could set them free. Both
of us had the gift of lie detection but mine
was sharper than his. He would detect a
loophole in a lie after giving it a second
thought, mine was instantaneous. I do not
know how I came about it, till now.
Something just rings in my mind and tells
me that what you have just said is a lie and
I would put it to you straight as it is. Then
it’s either you deny it or call me a wizard.
The three girls thought for some time and
put their heads together for some minutes.
I pretended as if I did not see them and I
could hear them whispering to themselves.
Then they breathed deeply which I took as
a sign of telling me that they were ready.
“So are you ready to tell me?” I asked.
“Yes sir.” They chorused.
“I am all ears.”
I listened with rapt attention as the silence
in the room became deafening. Bola spoke.
“Sir, we were taught by Miss Shola.”
I laughed loudly and I knew that the girls
would have thought that I was sick. The
laughter was so loud that it reverberated
through the room and anybody passing
outside would not have a difficulty in
hearing it. What she said was not enough
to elicit such laughter but I had learnt in life
that shock has a way of making you do
things that you won’t do naturally. I was
shocked by their revelation. I had expected
that it would be someone who I did not
know. Somebody they had met outside the
school. Shola never crossed my mind in the
least of minutes. I was caught offside.
I looked at Rotimi. He was also caught badly
by it. He just opened his eyes and mouth
wide open dripping saliva. He was shell
shocked. He was the closest to Shola of the
two of us. I naturally had a dislike for the
lady but Rotimi was unusually warm
towards her and she searched and looked
for all avenues to get close to me.

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Ade’s Chronicle 19
I was perplexed. I was more than
surprised. Why would Shola initiate these
innocent young girls into such an evil act?
Where did Shola herself get into the act?
Why is she doing it? It would be utter
foolishness to ask if she still does it. Then,
how many more girls is she putting into
this act?
I was totally astounded. Shola had always
been finding ways to get close to me. I had
limited our interaction to only greeting.
Good morning, goodbye was our
relationship. But she had tried to take it
further than that. She behaved as if she had
known me previously which I didn’t think
was possible. “I can never know someone
as bad as her,” I had once thought.
Rotimi never had any problem with her.
They had gone along well. He had even told
me once that her face looked familiar but I
had denied and refuted his claims saying
that he could have come across her in his
dreams.
Our paths crossed well enough everyday in
the junior school. Don’t forget that I take
both Economics and Business Studies while
my friend takes Financial Accounting and
Short hand. Shola is no stranger to me in
the school at all. I just had a personal dislike
for her way of life. She was too wayward
for my liking. I believed she should have
limited it to the adults and not take it to the
male students and even to the point of
initiating Ronke and Folake into the act,
though I think they had theirs up their
sleeves before she added hers to theirs.
This one of teaching these girls the act of
bisexualism is the pinnacle of my dislike for
her. I needed to do something.
I looked at the girls who were also looking
at me and Rotimi whose mouth was still
opened. We were awestruck. They
confirmed their claims a second time after I
had asked if they were sure.
“Sir, we are sure. We can’t lie to you sir. She
taught us the act before you came to our
school last term.” Bola reiterated.
“We don’t disbelieve you. But how did it
happen?” Rotimi recovered his tongue.
The three girls looked at us. Their face
blank and expressionless but I could
decipher a glint of sadness in it. It showed
that it was not something they were proud
of. To me, it was as if they were forced into
it but I was still had to wait for them to tell
the story.
“It all started when we were in S.S.S two, I
and Bunmi, that was two years ago. Miss
Shola had just come to our school then and
was teaching the junior school
Mathematics.” Bola started the story.
“Bimbo then was in S. S. S one but we had
been friends from home because once lived
close to each other. It was when I moved to
Mushin that I became friends with Bunmi.”
She continued.
“One day after our Biology teacher had just
left our class; Miss Shola came in from
nowhere and called me out of the class. She
asked me to see her in the staff room later
that day. At break time, I went to see her in
the staff room as he requested.” She
paused and looked into the face of her
friends for effect. They signalled to her to
continue. They had no dispute with what
she was saying.
“When I got to the staffroom, I met my
friends Bunmi and Bimbo and two other S.
S. S three girls there. The girls were all
seated around her table and it seemed they
were waiting for me to come. When I got
there, we moved to the mat which was in
that place where the bed is. We were all five
and she sat in the middle of us. She had it
all planned. Bunmi, tell him the rest please.”
She ended her part of the story.
Bunmi took over, “Miss Shola sat in the
middle as Bola said and she began the
story of how she had been watching the
five of us. That Bola, Bimbo and I were
always together and the two other seniors
were also always seen together. She said
that it was a good thing and that she
would like to make our bond stronger. At
that stage, we were confused. I didn’t
know that Bola and Bimbo were there just
as they didn’t know of my presence there.
She had invited us individually and wooed
us together.”
I looked at the three girls and shook my
head. I was forced to feel pity for them.
They had been three innocent girls and one
person had changed their life in just less
than a day.
I looked around the staffroom, all was still
quiet, an indication that the break was still
on and we had not spent much time. Our
colleagues were still enjoying their breaks
while we were sweating it out with three
girls seeking to know a painful part of their
lives. Rotimi looked at me, his face showed
he was eager to get along with the story as
I was too.
“She asked what we had learnt about sex.
We all replied that we had done it once or
twice with our boyfriends. She clapped for
us. She asked us individually and I told her
then that I had done it twice with my then
boyfriend. Bimbo said that she had done
twice with her former boyfriend and Bola,
then, had done it twice with Tunji, a senior
student in the then S. S. S three. The two
seniors had done it a lot more than we had
done. I think one said she had done it ten
times with more than three boys while the
other said she had done it more than
twenty times with close to six boys. She
told us about her own escapades too. She
said she had had eighteen boyfriends
together. They had all slept with her more
than five times each since she was in
secondary school. We had all marvelled at
her sexual prowess. She had also told us
that it was good to have sex as it mad one
feel lighter and younger. She then asked if
we had slept with our fellow girls
previously.” She stopped and looked at her
friends. I knew she would not continue.
She wanted the third person to complete
the last part.
Bimbo knew it was her turn. Her chest was
heaving seriously and she was teary eyed
just as were the other two. The reason for
their tears, I know not till date. Without
prompting, she took the stage.
“She asked if we had slept with girls
before. When she asked us, we all looked at
ourselves and then replied in the negative
because we had not heard about that kind
of thing before. We had only heard of it in
the movies. She laughed and said she
thought we would have been doing it
because we moved together as she had
said before. She also said that was why she
came for us. We were still baffled because
she had not told us the thing she wanted
us to do. Then she finally said that she
would teach us how to do it. We were
surprised because we had thought we
didn’t hear her well. But she went ahead
and promised that she would start with us
one after the other and that we would
enjoy it. She said it is a good thing that we
can do when our boyfriends cannot satisfy
us, we could satisfy ourselves with our
friends and even do threesomes or
foursomes. We asked her what it was and
she explained it all to us. She said she had
done it with two of her friends and her
boyfriend once. She never told us the name
then. But we later thought that we were
lesbians till you enlightened us today.” Bola
paused.
Then she continued, “The following day, at
break time, she called us all together again
and took us to the toilet area. She then
went in with us one after the other to have
fun with us. She spent like ten minutes with
each one of us and we were all waiting to
have our turn because we were anxious to
know how it felt like. We spent more than
the break time but at last we were all
initiated in the act of bisexualism. From
then, she takes us as she like and did same
with us anytime she wants. Then we too
started experimenting with ourselves in
and outside the school. We even had with
the two seniors like three or four times. We
also did a five some where we all were in
the toilet doing the thing. She still did it
with me last week when her school toy boy
was not in school. When we leave school,
she will still continue with other girls.” She
ended the painful story of their journey to
bisexualism.
I heaved a huge sigh as she ended the
story as Rotimi stood up pacing the room
uneasily. He was tensed. He looked at the
girls and said, “Have you taught other girls
in your area?”
They all said yes. But they also agreed that
the girls outside too all knew about it
before they met them.
I then knew that the evil was spreading
faster that we had thought. Who even
knows if our girlfriends were not bisexuals.
I also decided then that eight out of ten
ladies out there are bisexuals. Beautiful
faces, big fronts and large backsides, all
that makes our head turn are even the
things that they expose and explore with
their fellow women. Things that are meant
for only exploration of men! The end is
nearest!
The girls were now back to their normal
selves. They looked exuberant and were
ready to go. They asked for their reply.
“Your reply is positive. But there will be
conditions as you know.” I told them still
thinking of how to confront Shola with the
facts. I had decided to let her know that we
knew her secrets.
“We know that there would be conditions.
We would go along with you sir. We are
also very glad that you accepted our
proposals. We would come to your place
tomorrow evening after school for our first
meeting.” Bimbo said with an air of finality.
With that, they picked themselves off the
seats and went out of the staffroom...
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Ade’s Chronicle 19
I was perplexed. I was more than
surprised. Why would Shola initiate these
innocent young girls into such an evil act?
Where did Shola herself get into the act?
Why is she doing it? It would be utter
foolishness to ask if she still does it. Then,
how many more girls is she putting into
this act?
I was totally astounded. Shola had always
been finding ways to get close to me. I had
limited our interaction to only greeting.
Good morning, goodbye was our
relationship. But she had tried to take it
further than that. She behaved as if she had
known me previously which I didn’t think
was possible. “I can never know someone
as bad as her,” I had once thought.
Rotimi never had any problem with her.
They had gone along well. He had even told
me once that her face looked familiar but I
had denied and refuted his claims saying
that he could have come across her in his
dreams.
Our paths crossed well enough everyday in
the junior school. Don’t forget that I take
both Economics and Business Studies while
my friend takes Financial Accounting and
Short hand. Shola is no stranger to me in
the school at all. I just had a personal dislike
for her way of life. She was too wayward
for my liking. I believed she should have
limited it to the adults and not take it to the
male students and even to the point of
initiating Ronke and Folake into the act,
though I think they had theirs up their
sleeves before she added hers to theirs.
This one of teaching these girls the act of
bisexualism is the pinnacle of my dislike for
her. I needed to do something.
I looked at the girls who were also looking
at me and Rotimi whose mouth was still
opened. We were awestruck. They
confirmed their claims a second time after I
had asked if they were sure.
“Sir, we are sure. We can’t lie to you sir. She
taught us the act before you came to our
school last term.” Bola reiterated.
“We don’t disbelieve you. But how did it
happen?” Rotimi recovered his tongue.
The three girls looked at us. Their face
blank and expressionless but I could
decipher a glint of sadness in it. It showed
that it was not something they were proud
of. To me, it was as if they were forced into
it but I was still had to wait for them to tell
the story.
“It all started when we were in S.S.S two, I
and Bunmi, that was two years ago. Miss
Shola had just come to our school then and
was teaching the junior school
Mathematics.” Bola started the story.
“Bimbo then was in S. S. S one but we had
been friends from home because once lived
close to each other. It was when I moved to
Mushin that I became friends with Bunmi.”
She continued.
“One day after our Biology teacher had just
left our class; Miss Shola came in from
nowhere and called me out of the class. She
asked me to see her in the staff room later
that day. At break time, I went to see her in
the staff room as he requested.” She
paused and looked into the face of her
friends for effect. They signalled to her to
continue. They had no dispute with what
she was saying.
“When I got to the staffroom, I met my
friends Bunmi and Bimbo and two other S.
S. S three girls there. The girls were all
seated around her table and it seemed they
were waiting for me to come. When I got
there, we moved to the mat which was in
that place where the bed is. We were all five
and she sat in the middle of us. She had it
all planned. Bunmi, tell him the rest please.”
She ended her part of the story.
Bunmi took over, “Miss Shola sat in the
middle as Bola said and she began the
story of how she had been watching the
five of us. That Bola, Bimbo and I were
always together and the two other seniors
were also always seen together. She said
that it was a good thing and that she
would like to make our bond stronger. At
that stage, we were confused. I didn’t
know that Bola and Bimbo were there just
as they didn’t know of my presence there.
She had invited us individually and wooed
us together.”
I looked at the three girls and shook my
head. I was forced to feel pity for them.
They had been three innocent girls and one
person had changed their life in just less
than a day.
I looked around the staffroom, all was still
quiet, an indication that the break was still
on and we had not spent much time. Our
colleagues were still enjoying their breaks
while we were sweating it out with three
girls seeking to know a painful part of their
lives. Rotimi looked at me, his face showed
he was eager to get along with the story as
I was too.
“She asked what we had learnt about sex.
We all replied that we had done it once or
twice with our boyfriends. She clapped for
us. She asked us individually and I told her
then that I had done it twice with my then
boyfriend. Bimbo said that she had done
twice with her former boyfriend and Bola,
then, had done it twice with Tunji, a senior
student in the then S. S. S three. The two
seniors had done it a lot more than we had
done. I think one said she had done it ten
times with more than three boys while the
other said she had done it more than
twenty times with close to six boys. She
told us about her own escapades too. She
said she had had eighteen boyfriends
together. They had all slept with her more
than five times each since she was in
secondary school. We had all marvelled at
her sexual prowess. She had also told us
that it was good to have sex as it mad one
feel lighter and younger. She then asked if
we had slept with our fellow girls
previously.” She stopped and looked at her
friends. I knew she would not continue.
She wanted the third person to complete
the last part.
Bimbo knew it was her turn. Her chest was
heaving seriously and she was teary eyed
just as were the other two. The reason for
their tears, I know not till date. Without
prompting, she took the stage.
“She asked if we had slept with girls
before. When she asked us, we all looked at
ourselves and then replied in the negative
because we had not heard about that kind
of thing before. We had only heard of it in
the movies. She laughed and said she
thought we would have been doing it
because we moved together as she had
said before. She also said that was why she
came for us. We were still baffled because
she had not told us the thing she wanted
us to do. Then she finally said that she
would teach us how to do it. We were
surprised because we had thought we
didn’t hear her well. But she went ahead
and promised that she would start with us
one after the other and that we would
enjoy it. She said it is a good thing that we
can do when our boyfriends cannot satisfy
us, we could satisfy ourselves with our
friends and even do threesomes or
foursomes. We asked her what it was and
she explained it all to us. She said she had
done it with two of her friends and her
boyfriend once. She never told us the name
then. But we later thought that we were
lesbians till you enlightened us today.” Bola
paused.
Then she continued, “The following day, at
break time, she called us all together again
and took us to the toilet area. She then
went in with us one after the other to have
fun with us. She spent like ten minutes with
each one of us and we were all waiting to
have our turn because we were anxious to
know how it felt like. We spent more than
the break time but at last we were all
initiated in the act of bisexualism. From
then, she takes us as she like and did same
with us anytime she wants. Then we too
started experimenting with ourselves in
and outside the school. We even had with
the two seniors like three or four times. We
also did a five some where we all were in
the toilet doing the thing. She still did it
with me last week when her school toy boy
was not in school. When we leave school,
she will still continue with other girls.” She
ended the painful story of their journey to
bisexualism.
I heaved a huge sigh as she ended the
story as Rotimi stood up pacing the room
uneasily. He was tensed. He looked at the
girls and said, “Have you taught other girls
in your area?”
They all said yes. But they also agreed that
the girls outside too all knew about it
before they met them.
I then knew that the evil was spreading
faster that we had thought. Who even
knows if our girlfriends were not bisexuals.
I also decided then that eight out of ten
ladies out there are bisexuals. Beautiful
faces, big fronts and large backsides, all
that makes our head turn are even the
things that they expose and explore with
their fellow women. Things that are meant
for only exploration of men! The end is
nearest!
The girls were now back to their normal
selves. They looked exuberant and were
ready to go. They asked for their reply.
“Your reply is positive. But there will be
conditions as you know.” I told them still
thinking of how to confront Shola with the
facts. I had decided to let her know that we
knew her secrets.
“We know that there would be conditions.
We would go along with you sir. We are
also very glad that you accepted our
proposals. We would come to your place
tomorrow evening after school for our first
meeting.” Bimbo said with an air of finality.
With that, they picked themselves off the
seats and went out of the staffroom...
© Yettocome™ 2013

mishooo: 372 views and no one is reading?? You don't mean it !!
people probably don't want to break your flow.

Feedback is the best way to know if you are communicating my brother. I just need pple to show they read it. Simple. If they read and like it, they shld let me knw and if otherwise they shld show it too. Thats an indication of the thread being read.

babyzai: Dearie pls continue nd a merry xmas nd a properous new year in advance to u

Same to u sis. And expecting my gifts o. Or wont I get any?

We are progressing. More comments and criticisms please.... What do we think will happen next?

'lie detection machine' i like that

I think you will reveal your discovery to teacher Sola indirectly. (I don read am for yettocomes blog ni ooo) Keep it up bro and go update ur blog.

adegwurulez: 'lie detection machine' i like that

Real lie detector. I think its in all human beings except we just want to leave it.

haryurmide: I think you will reveal your discovery to teacher Sola indirectly. (I don read am for yettocomes blog ni ooo) Keep it up bro and go update ur blog.

Thanks bro. My blog has been on hold cos I am presently on leave from work. My system dey office and I never get my personal own o. My phone too no fit open am satisfactorily. Soonest sha, I go resume and update am. But make I give u small orijo. U fit read am on top facebook. E dey there plenty. Thanks again.

Chai bro yettocome dis ur story dey ginger my blood. I fit go read am for Facebook but i like the suspence as e dey. Excpt na for bleeping scences u wan hold us for suspence, i go run go read am for facebook. Lolz kip it up bro

Hehehe suspense o... Hmm make I just go sidon enjoy xmas chaus and later come and pitch my tent here.

Happy Christmas And Merry New Year In Advance.
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The rock5555: Chai bro yettocome dis ur story dey ginger my blood. I fit go read am for Facebook but i like the suspence as e dey. Excpt na for bleeping scences u wan hold us for suspence, i go run go read am for facebook. Lolz kip it up bro

My Oga at the top, you are free sir. But as it relates to the bleeping scenes, I dont want them to spoil what I was trying to pass across to the reader. Just follow the story and you will get it sir. Thanks for your support as always.