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Yes ooooooo. Well done sir...

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Ehm................................................can I have some more??

Yes ooooooo. Well done sir... And thanks everybody. Its real but who knows whats next?

Ade's Chronicle 35
After what seemed to me like ages and
amidst lots of banter between them, Rotimi
and Shola emerged from the kitchen
bearing the 'special' meal. It was vegetable
soup and pounded yam. She had used the
electric pounder and not the mortar and
pestle. Technology had indeed made life
easy.
We sat down and ate the food and I must
say, it was delicious. Shola was a good
cook. She forced me to eat much of the
food and I was grateful for it. Thirty
minutes later, we settled in front of the
television for the normal dose of news. This
time on NTA because I had told them I need
to sleep early. Thirty minutes into the news,
I dozed off and was woken by Shola who
guided me to the room where our things
were already placed. She was talking
animatedly on the phone to someone I
thought had to be her boyfriend. I cared
less; sleep took me as soon as I hit the bed.
My alarm woke me at its normal time. I got
up and wiped sleep out of my eyes
wondering where I was. Rotimi was
sprawled on the bed with his hands and
feet pole apart. I observed the room well
and remembered where I was. I got out of
the bed and in the process waking Rotimi
who said something inaudible and went
back to bed.
I had my bath and prepared for work. I
was saying my prayers when the door
opened after a light knock and Shola came
in beaming with smiles. She greeted me
and woke Rotimi who reluctantly got up
and dressed for work too.
I reminded them that it was a Thursday
and they told me that they had not
forgotten what would happen that day.
Shola went out and came back fully dressed
for work and with a light breakfast of
bread and tea. I attacked it with a lot of
gusto. I had gradually become myself after
all the events of the past two days. I was
begining to like Shola the more but I was
cautious, else, I embarrass myself. She was
not really the kind of picture we had prior
to knowing her fully. She was just a right
person with the wrong experiences. One of
life's ironies!
We left home and headed for school
around seven a.m. Shola called Dr.
Tanimowo immediately we got to school
and apologised for our inability to call him
the previous day. She explained what
happened to me in brief and he requested
to talk to me. He joked over it and told me
to cheer up as a broken relationship is way
better than a broken marriage. I thanked
him and told him I had begun to go back to
my normal self. He added that he had
thought we would not call him and that he
had planned to surprise us by coming to
the school without calling us. Dr. Tanimowo
had arrived Lagos from the North where
our school was the previous day and had
gotten the direction and location of the
school from its official website.
We asked the hotel he was lodged in and
he told us the name. It was just twenty five
minutes drive from the school. Dr.
Tanimowo was preparing to come to the
school. We gave him directions again and
he said he would be there by nine thirty.
We ended the call when we heard the
pleasant recorded voice of the network
provider's machine telling us that Shola's
airtime is to finish in a minute.
The assembly came and went. The principal
re-iterated his statement the day before
and asked if the students were prepared.
They all answered in the affirmative. He
dispersed them after telling them to get
ready for date with Dr. Tanimowo.
At nine a.m, the Principal called us to his
office to inquire about the Dr's arrival and
we told him that he was already on his
way. He took us to the place where would
be the Dr's office for the two days and we
were satisfied with what we saw. The place
was well organised and befitting for a
counselling session. He said all other things
would be added at the Dr's request. We
went back to the staffroom and he left for
his office. All through, I was nervous, so
was Rotimi, we were the center of
attraction.
The trio came to our office and asked their
questions again. We told them that their
lives would change after the encounter
with the Dr. They never understood what
we meant.
At nine thirty five, my phone rang, it was
the principal summoning the three of us to
his office. As we stepped out of the room,
th emergency bell rang. I knew it was time.
We headed to the office in our usual
fashion, Rotimi, Shola, Ade. In front of the
administrative block was a Toyota Camry
car which looked familiar. It was the Dr.
Tanimowo's younger brother's car that he
drives to our school then. I smiled and
tapped Rotimi who also noticed the car. We
explained to Shola wondering why Dr had
lodged in a hotel rather than staying with
his brother. His brother was a rich trader
who deal in textile and gold which he buys
from the north. Our oga is an enigma!
As we approached the office, we noticed
that all other offices were open and they all
seem to be captivated by the visitor they
had. We went in and we came face to face
with my lecturer who I had last seen two
years before then but who had not
changed much and had come to help, Dr.
Olumide Tanimowo...
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Now they are flattering me. Okay o. Thanks to all of you and I am grateful. Very grateful.

Really, I am grateful. Please comment more and help identify flaws. You are all appreciated. Thanks.

Ade's Chronicle 36
Dr Tanimowo sat on one of the chairs
facing the principal. He did not see us when
we entered because the door was left
opened as the school's principal officers
trooped in to greet him. So when he saw
the smile on the face of the principal, he
turned to look at the people who had just
come in. He saw us, smiled as he stood up
to give us a hug each and said,
''My two troublesome boys, how una dey?''
It was sure he was happy to see us after
two years.
''We dey o. No be you teach us how to
shoot wahala?'' said I.
He slapped our backs and said again, ''Una
still never shange o. Una just go become
big. Ah ah! Wetin una dey shop?''
''Oga mi, you too no shange jo. That ya wife
dey do better work for ya body o. Na only
small remain make we no sabi you again.
But sha, you do well. Welcome sir.'' Rotimi
said as we all cursied.
The Principal stood watching us as we
chatted, laughed and bantered in pidgin. He
was surprised at the camaraderie we
exuded. Shola was not in the least
surprised as she had witnessed much of it
before then and had even participated in it.
After greeting his boys, Dr. Tanimowo said,
''And you must be Shola?''
She replied in the affirmative.
''Wow! You actually are more radiant than
the way you sound on phone, I must say.
Hope you didn't mind my not recognising
you earlier and hope these boys haven't
troubled you much?''
Shola smilingly thanked him and said
imitating us, ''Dem no fit trouble me sir, I be
dem mama.''
We all laughed at her joke.
Fifteen minutes later, a teacher came to tell
the principal that the assembly hall had
filled up and the students were waiting for
us. Immediately, we left for the venue of the
action. I carried my lecturer's briefcase
while Shola carried his laptop bag and
Rotimi had to make do with his jacket. The
principal walked in front while we followed
in the rear after Dr. Tanimowo.
We got to the hall at exactly ten a.m. All the
students had an expectant look on their
faces and rose to greet as we entered the
hall. The principal took the microphone and
introduced the guests.
''The day I have been telling you about is
finally here. We have amidst us from the
great Ahmadu Bello University, Zaria, a
great man and a Professor of Psychology.
He flew in from Zaria last night and is here
this morning to help us tackle our
challenges as he calls it. Give a round of
applause to Dr. Olumide Tanimowo.''
The hall roared in response to his
command as Dr. Tanimowo stood for
recognition. The principal invited Rotimi,
Shola and I to the high table where all other
senior members of staff were seated. We
really felt like VIPs.
Dr. Tanimowo finally took the stage and
started his lecture. His laptop was in front
of him but he did not switch it on. Only the
three of us knew, he hated reading his
prepared notes.
''Good morning ladies and gents, sorry,
boys and girls or should I say, miniature
men and women?'' The students laughed
at his statement.
''It's not funny o. What you are is different
from what people see you as. That is the
begining of our individual challenges. And
language doesn't help at times, you might
be something that you want to express but
the right word for it might not exist in
language. Now, the language say you are
boys and girls but I know some of you
won't like that tag. Am I wrong?'' He asked.
''No sir!'' chorused the obviously excited
students.
''So I want you to know that perception is
the greatest instrument to individual
psychological challenges and solutions.
There are many ways to fall into teenage
and adulthood crises as had been
highlighted to me. Some might be through
rape, through peer pressure, through
indoctrination, through influence, etc, but it
is the way you perceive yourself that will
determine the way you respond to other
means of these challenges. For instance, a
victim of rape might see him or herself as
an outcast and as such believe that the best
way is to do such to others and thus, the
trend continues. While another victim of
such might just perceive him or herself as a
victim of circumstance and see it as a wake
up call to end such ill. So my dear listeners,
though it is arguable that individual
perception does not work in all cases of
our societal challenges, such as the case of
those forced into prostitution, it still
remains that your mind belongs to you and
you have virtual control over it. You choose
what to believe and what not to believe. So
believe in your positive abilities and all
negativities will fall by the wayside even if
you had been forced to do them. It is your
positive mind that will create a way out for
you.
I am still around and look forward to
seeing you all individually as we chart a
way out of your individual challenges.
Thank you.''
Everybody including the principal who had
been shaking his head all through the
lecture gave a rasping applause to him as
he left the podium.
Questions and answers followed and the
personal sessions began in his makeshift
office. The students trooped in...
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Ade's Chronicle 37
The students trooped out of the hall
immediately th principal and guests stood
up. They had headed to Dr. Tanimowo's
office. The teachers too lurked around,
mostly the junior ones. By the time Dr.
Tanimowo arrived at the office, he could
hardly find the door, they all loved his
lecture and yearned to have a private
session with him. The principal then knew
that indeed, a counsellor was needed in the
school.
The Dr had barely settled down in his office
when the patients, as he called them began
trooping in. Each spent like thirty minutes
and they usually came out smiling and
thoroughly relieved as against the scared
faces they went in with. I and Rotimi were
the gate keepers who made sure that the
air of strict confidentiality was maintained.
The teachers and other members of staff
including the principal arrived for their turn
around four in the afternoon and after
three hours of consultation; I announced to
the remaining students that they should
come the next day. They grudgingly left.
These were mostly students who barely
waited after the official closing hours of
four p.m. They had waited till seven p.m
that day and were willing to wait longer
just to see the Dr. Priority indeed lies in the
mind.
Dr. Tanimowo came out at around seven
thirty p.m. He wished to see Bunmi's
parents and that of the other two girls. The
three girls had gone home but we all
entered his car and zoomed off to Mushin.
Fortunately for us, Bunmi's parents were
around and were surprised to see three
teachers from their daughter's school and
a complete stranger. They welcomed us
and Dr. Tanimowo wasted no time in
addressing what had brought us. He
expertly blamed Bunmi's parents for their
love for material things at the expense of
their daughter. He however, did not reveal
all the girl's crimes but he advised them to
create more time for her to avoid a
calamitous ending for her. He then took the
startled Bunmi into her room for a private
session. When they came out of the room,
she was a changed girl. She held Shola and
wept at her feet and did likewise for
Rotimi. I stood aloof and watched as she
cried on her parents' laps. Her parents
were grateful for the visit and promised to
adjust.
Bunmi took us to Bola's house where
almost the same thing happened before we
headed to Bimbo's home. She was also
surprised to see us. Her parents too were
stunned at the revelations made about
their angelic daughter. They wept and
wept. The session was not too different
from the previous ones. But the difference
was that we ate at Bimbo's house after her
parents had seriously insisted on it. They
said they would forever be grateful for
what the school and the Dr had done for
them and their daughter.
I was very happy at the way Dr. Tanimowo
solved the mountainous challenge that had
bedevilled us in the weeks past. He had not
told us we would do a family counselling
but he had done it and now we only
suffered slight inconveniences. The man is
a genius!
We got back to Shola's house at around
two thirty a.m having stayed longest at
Bimbo's house. Rotimi got a text message
from Bunmi thanking him for bringing Dr.
Tanimowo to the school. She also said that
he should thank me for her because she is
afraid that I might be hostile towards her. I
received a similar one form Bola nd Bimbo.
They had apologised and thanked me for
making them realise their mistakes and
making them sensible teenagers.
Shola set up a spare room for Dr.
Tanimowo who refused to sleep until we
had entered our room. But the curiosity in
me got the better of me as I left the room
after fifteen minutes and tiptoed to the
door linking the sittingroom to the
bedrooms. I gummed my ears to the door
to eavesdrop on the conversation between
Dr. Tanimowo and Shola. Shola thanked him
profusely for coming to our aid. He, in his
characteristic manner, told her all thanks
belong to God. He said that it is now time
for her own couselling. He adviced her to
keep our company as we would always be
her watchdog. Then he told her to confess
her past actions to her boyfriend to have a
healthy relationship with him, else, she
would be as guilty as anything. He also told
her that whenever she sees teens, she
should remember that she is their role
model, thus, she would get over her
paedophilic instincts gradually. She thanked
him again and asked that what if her
boyfriend takes it the other way. He smiled
and asked who she truly loved to get
married to. Her reply was hushed and I was
not able to hear that but I heard the Dr say,
that it was a good choice and that the
person was right for her. She was happy
and prayed it would go well between her
and her boyfriend and if not, it would pave
way for her to get the man of her dreams.
They came towards the door and I ran back
to our room. Rolling over and over on the
bed wondering who Shola's dream man
was...
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Ade's Chronicle 38
Sleep overcame me due to weariness from
the activities of the last seventeen hours or
so. My alarm never woke me up much to
Rotimi's relief. He never set alarms, I was
his alarm. Hence we both slept like wood
logs till a knock woke us around six thirty
five. It was Shola. She came in with
breakfast and told us that Dr. Tanimowo
was ready to hit the streets. It came as a
surprise to us because I wondered if he
slept at all. We rushed the breakfast of toast
and tea and rushed to get set for school.
At 7:05 a.m, we stepped out of the house
after convincing Dr to leave his brother's
car at home. We trekked and chatted all the
way to school asking if he slept at all. Shola
said that she too had wondered because
she had thought that we would all get to
school late but she was surprised when Dr
knocked on her door at six already dressed
and asking for a spare toothbrush. We all
laughed but he said it wasn't his fault
because life as an academic usually robbed
him of sleep once in a while till he got used
to it. All our conversation that morning was
in pidgin.
We got to school and headed for his office
but it was from the gate that we noticed
lots of cars parked. Parents were around.
The principal came in some minutes after
us and told the Dr that parents had come to
see him and thank him for the
spontaneous changes noticed in their
wards under twenty four hours. He told the
principal to gather them all in the school
hall for a brief session before the assembly.
The brief session lasted an hour and all the
parents who were there never remained
the same. They all got imparted one way or
the other.
After they left, Dr. Tanimowo attended to
the students I sent home the previous day
before attending to any other person. His
rule was 'first come first served.'
He then requested the presence of the
remaining of Shola's casualties. Folake and
Ronke, then Kunle, Remi, and Dolapo. He
spent an hour each with them and at the
end of the sessions like those before them,
their eyes and faces told the tale of what
went on in the office.
He attended to other students who kept
trooping in in their multitudes. I still think
till date that the advice and attention he
gave them that day made the students
come as they did. He was nothing but a
father and a mentor.
He ended the day that friday around eight
p.m. The school generator had to be put on
because some students had left earlier to
call their parents at his request. Also, he
had told all Shola's victims to stay behind till
he finished. What he wanted to do he never
told us till everyone had left and it remained
them (Shola's victims) and Rotimi and I.
There in front of his office, he told Shola to
apologise to them one after the other.
Tears flowed again ceaselessly from each of
them as they all forgave her and themselves
for the kind of life they had lived prior to
that day. Rotimi and I looked at ourselves
and gave ourselves a 'hi five' because right
before us was our solved problems. We
were gay and ecstatic; happy was not the
right word for what we felt that night.
After the tears session, they all left and we
once again headed home after the principal
had profusely thanked Dr. Tanimowo and
offered him a cheque of fifty thousand
naira which he vehemently refused. He had
said that the principal should use the
money to set up a counselling clinic as he
had described in the manual he left with
him (the principal). He said also that we,
Rotimi and I, are his boys and we are not
rich enough to pay for his services, so
taking the money, to him, is like collecting
money from his poor students. He,
however, told the principal to feel free to
call on him for consultancy services and
training for the counsellor who the school
will employ and he jokingly added that by
then, he would 'charge' the school for the
service. He then rounded off by saying that
the standard he had set in the school,
should not allow to fall and any parent who
needed his help should be given his
number to call him anytime, anywhere.
With that we left the school and happily
went back to Shola's house who stuck to
my side like a leech calling me her life's
saviour.
She prepared a dinner of rice and stew-
which was very palatable, even better than
'Dara's cooking of same- with ice cold
bottles of J&W sparkling non-alcoholic
wine.
By ten p.m, we sent Dr to bed because he
has a nine o'clock flight to catch and has to
drop his brother's car at home. After the
headlines, we all slept like babies till the
cockcrow woke us.
We left Shola's house by 7:30a.m and
headed to Dr's brother's house. We
dropped the Camry and got a cab which
took us to the local wing of the MMA. After
he had checked in and his flight confirmed,
we all thanked him immensely and chatted
till his flight was announced and we waved
him goodbye with tears in our eyes
promising to call him in about two hours
when we were sure his plane would have
landed safely.
On the way home, Shola dialled a number..
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Hmmm still following like twitter...u rock men...

hmm... Hope this is not coming to and end cos i'm seriously enjoying it.

Tinkin aloud* shola wants 2 cal her bf nd am suspectin he wud ........erm........ #Stil tinking sha#

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Ade's Chronicle 39
According to Shola, her boyfriend, Tokunbo, was a cantankerous and aggressive individual whose tenets and view of life could be said to be warped. She had met him at Oyingbo in his younger sister's shop. Nike, Shola's former course mate, had taken to selling provisions at the Oyingbo market immediately after service and her business was doing fine.

She had happened to be visiting Nike that day, two years before then, when she had met Tokunbo almost beating up his younger sister because she had refused to give him some money he requested for. Shola had played the Good Samaritan and had given him the money to sue for peace. He had collected her number and later called to say thank you and then things had progressed from there till that time.

She described Tokunbo as a fair and handsome young man who was already in his marriageable age, - every girl's dream man- tall, muscular with six packs abs, hairy with a neat goatie and always spotting a clean shaven skull. She had stuck to him because she thought her actions can't leave her if Tokunbo should find out and leave her, hence, she had been putting up with all his ill manners. Tokunbo had read Business Administration and had squandered the capital given to him by his parents to set up the business he had dreamt of owning. After Shola came into his life, she had also set him up twice, the first one going down the drain while the second is now what he is managing with three employees to his name. He deals in electronics and mobile phones at the Alaba market. He adored Shola who in turn had been coping with his deeds till her dream man entered her life, she had said.

She had refused to tell us who her dream man was. She just added that she was fed up with Tokunbo and his antics. He had almost beaten her up on four occasions and all he could say was sorry. She said she had stuck to him because she was getting happiness elsewhere (that was in her pedophilic acts) but now that those had stopped, she needed to take a decision on her life with Tokunbo. She then told us what Dr. Tanimowo had told her the previous night I had eavesdropped on them. She concluded saying that he ought to have proposed to her to show his seriousness but she did not know what had been holding him back and each time she had broached the subject with him, he had always called her a desperate chic, which always hurt her. She prayed that he gets annoyed and breaks up with her after telling him her past action because if he should do otherwise, he would torment her with it all through the rest of their lives together. She said she preferred to be single and free of guilt than living with someone who will torture her to death with extant memories which she was trying to bury.

Rotimi and I had just been looking at her as she talked as if she dropped from heaven. Shola was indeed free. My heart tingled at her prayer. I prayed it was answered and that her dream man come for her. Then I chided myself for the prayer. ''What's your business?'' I had said to myself.

Then she had brought out her phone to call him.
''Hello dear,'' Shola said as she touched the speaker icon on the screen of her Samsung phone.
''Hello ma boo,'' Tokunbo shouted.
It seemed that he was somewhere where he could not hear her properly.
''Where are you?'' She asked.
''I am in the market o but I will soon leave jare. Those boys I told you about complained about the new product I just ordered, so I want to go to those people's office today and complain too.'' He explained.
''And I need to see you o and it is very urgent. Can we see today?'' She asked an obviously wrong question.
''Mba o. We can't see today. Since you said it's urgent, let's meet at my place tomorrow after church service. Is that fine by you?'' Tokunbo offered.
''It's okay. Tomorrow then. Take care of yourself o. And don't do what I won't do.''
''You too take care o. I will do what you won't do o. Cos dem no even born you wella make you try am.'' Tokunbo said jokingly.
''I know say I no fit o. Love you dear.'' Shola said.
''I am at work. I won't reply that sentimental bullshit. You are too romantic. Bye bye jo.'' He said ending the call.

Shola heaved a sigh and gave me a 'didn't I tell you' kind of look. She smiled and shook her head.
''Why are you shaking your head now?''
''Tomorrow won't be holy, Ade, how I wish you guys would go with me.'' she said sounding worried.
''We would go with you, but we would hang around while you go in to meet him.'' Rotimi said and she brightened up.

We got home, freshened up and had another decent meal before hitting the streets in the evening cool air for a stroll that eased off all tensions of the last few weeks totally out of my being. How I loved that cool evening breeze!


Night came and so was dinner. It was eaten, forgotten as we played games.

What Shola had said about Tokunbo seemed to me like a child's play and I never understood what her fears were until the next day after the meeting with Tokunbo.
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Tunkunbo is going to turn her face into a punching bag.

adegwurulez: Tunkunbo is going to turn her face into a punching bag.

Ade, Na who tell u?

Ade's Chronicle 40
It is Sunday morning and we are not in a haste to get out of bed. We all eventually met to the sitting room around ten o'clock. None of us was in a hurry to go anywhere. We had not even brushed less having a bath. We were really hungry.

The three of us headed to the kitchen and after one hour of cooking and frying amidst bantering and chatting and even backslapping, we came out with boiled plantain and fried eggs with steaming mugs of beverage.
We settled as usual on the rug, in front of the cable teevee and tucked in the food while watching the programmes they had to offer. After eating, we were sweating like Christmas turkeys. We all sprawled there and slept for God-knows-how-long.

We woke up to the loud ringing of a phone. It was Shola's. Tokunbo had called her thrice and she had not picked his calls. Immediately she picked it, she put it on speaker as usual.
''Hello dear,'' She said sleepily.
''Don't dear me, what did we agree on yesterday, you have refused to pick my calls since.'' He complained bitterly without a pause.
''I was sleeping...'' She tried to explain but he cut her short.
''What sort of sleep is that? Did you die? Ah ah! You will burn in a house with that your foolish sleepiness. Your phone's ringing was not enough to wake you abi? And you expect someone to marry a bad sleeper like you. Okay o, you have found a husband o.'' He tongue-lashed her.
''Are you now at home?'' She said after sighing.
''Mba, I am in your house sleeping like you. If you won't come lemme know o. I have places to go.'' He said and ended the call.
Shola looked at us and smiled. Her mind was made up. What sort of a man would not listen to his partner's excuse? Tokunbo was far worse than my friend in terms of anger. While Rotimi will listen to yours before exploding, Tokunbo just blew up without listening to anyone's reasons. Too bad for a man who claims he will get married.

We went to speechlessly after the call to the bathroom to shower and prepare hastily for the journey ahead. By the time we came out to the sitting room, it was well past two in the afternoon.

Shola was looking very cute in the long green dress she wore. Her feet were in a black slippers and she draped a black scarf round her neck. She was just too beautiful. I could not help but stare at her. She caught me staring and smiled, I felt ashamed of myself. To cover up, I complimented her dressing and she said I wasn't looking bad too in my green and black striped tee shirt on my dark blue denim wear. Rotimi and I loved plain materials, we believed that those with drawings or too many writings on them are for touts and exuberant teenagers. Hence we go for plain tee shirts, polo, and round necks. Rotimi on his part looked at us and laughed at us he had also caught me staring at Shola and knew that I was getting more interested in her by the day. I was just being cautious and biding my time before making any move. That day, Rotimi's fiancée would be proud of him in his plain white round neck tee shirt and his black jeans wear on his beloved black moccasin. He dresses better than I do, I give him that.

We stepped out of the house and hailed a taxi which took us to the Ojuelegba residence of Tokunbo. Shola had a car but hated driving and we are still learning to drive hence the need to charter cabs around town. All on the bills of Shola.

She told us to stay in the local cafeteria not too far away from the house as she made her way to the green three storeyed builing which had black gates. The area spoke of the mixed statuses of its residents. Tokunbo's house seemed to be occupied by middle income earners and the rich ones who are waiting for their houses to be completed.

We had been at the cafeteria for close to two and half hours and counting nursing our second bottle of malt drink when Shola came out of the house eyes puffed and nose bleeding. Hot on her heels was the guy I believed to be her Tokunbo shouting at the top of his voice for her to wait and receive more beatings. The neighbours were restraining him and he was shouting to be allowed to deal with her the more. He shouted obscenities at her and exposed as much of what she had just told him as possible.

I stood up from my seat, headed towards her, walked past her and cleared the crowd. I met with Tokunbo held his shirt and gave him a head butt on his nose. We were separated but I left him with a cut mouth and bloodied face and a lesson not to beat up a woman again in his life. The bastard could not fight his fellow man.

I rebuffed all those holding me, joined Shola and Rotimi at the cafeteria. By then, people had gathered to know what happened but I told the crying Shola not to utter a word. Her wounds were cleaned at a nearby pharmacy where the idiotic Tokunbo lay as one who had had an Okada accident. I never looked at him twice as people pointed at me some saying he deserved it and others hailing me.

We got another cab and headed home...
© Yettocome™ 2013

Wtf,where d remaining now...mehn,facebook page ohyar...

Thats better bro ade, i dnt knw that you can fight o

Wow yettocome nice one
No mind me jor I went on a sabbatical n wen I came back, I couldn't locate Tnx story again til yesterday... but please com n paste the remaining part d tsunami took away

Nice piece,keep em' coming.

Missmossy: Nice piece,keep em' coming.

The problem is seems it was completed before the tsunami n I don't know Hw to get through to him nw

kingphilip:
The problem is seems it was completed before the tsunami n I don't know Hw to get through to him nw

Awww too bad,might not get to read the completion part. Thanks....it is well.

Missmossy:
Awww too bad,might not get to read the completion part. Thanks....it is well.

I really need d conclusions too o

kingphilip:
I really need d conclusions too o

Oohh...is there a way u could reach him?

Missmossy:
Oohh...is there a way u could reach him?

lemme c if I followed him before d tsunami
if I did den twill b easier but if otherwise hmmmmmmmm I can't say