Jeeez!! What a life

After reading this, I thank God for making me an introvert and very shy in my early years. If not for anything, it helped to shield me from bad boys like the op. And also for making me very smart and calculative. This ifunaya of a girl is so dumb and foolish.

Btw op, how did those papers got to ifunaya's skirt after throwing away her expo? Did you magically put them there? And how did you get back to the exam hall after submitting your paper? Or students are allowed to go back inside after submitting?
How did you manage to get your expo back from the girl that called you wicked" when you have finished, submitted and even went to show your V.P the expo you found? Or it all happened before you left the hall?

If you say you were asked to come and point the guilty people out, how did you know them since your report said you picked it and thought it wise to report.

the right up is good,
nice way to woo a lady

at last e don enter front page, oya make una bring una cup for a toast, to the brilliant bushboy

vislabraye:


Following with rapt attention. One has to be careful of domestic helps...

you can say that again and again

continue nah

queencalipso:
Jeeez!! What a life

After reading this, I thank God for making me an introvert and very shy in my early years. If not for anything, it helped to shield me from bad boys like the op. And also for making me very smart and calculative. This ifunaya of a girl is so dumb and foolish.

Btw op, how did those papers got to ifunaya's skirt after throwing away her expo? Did you magically put them there? And how did you get back to the exam hall after submitting your paper? Or students are allowed to go back inside after submitting?
How did you manage to get your expo back from the girl that called you wicked" when you have finished, submitted and even went to show your V.P the expo you found? Or it all happened before you left the hall?

If you say you were asked to come and point the guilty people out, how did you know them since your report said you picked it and thought it wise to report.

I can't write all my life here... nice question...

She acted Like she wanted to throw away and his it under her skirt... somebody somewhere is always watching you in this life... just be careful...

I was watching her and I saw what she did...

If you finish in my school, remain in your seat for attendance to be called .

I didn't collect the expo back... I only gingered her to do and give me the expo before I expose her too... I am the original source of all expo...

I can't write everything in details... time and space. thanks...

queencalipso:
Jeeez!! What a life

After reading this, I thank God for making me an introvert and very shy in my early years. If not for anything, it helped to shield me from bad boys like the op. And also for making me very smart and calculative. This ifunaya of a girl is so dumb and foolish.

Btw op, how did those papers got to ifunaya's skirt after throwing away her expo? Did you magically put them there? And how did you get back to the exam hall after submitting your paper? Or students are allowed to go back inside after submitting?
How did you manage to get your expo back from the girl that called you wicked" when you have finished, submitted and even went to show your V.P the expo you found? Or it all happened before you left the hall?

If you say you were asked to come and point the guilty people out, how did you know them since your report said you picked it and thought it wise to report.

the op was not a ''bad boy'' in my view he was just someone that lost direction as to where he wanted to be in life,

best thread ever

Am still waiting for the final episode

stephenmorris:
the op was not a ''bad boy'' in my view he was just someone that lost direction as to where he wanted to be in life,

Lost direction in what essence?

queencalipso:


Lost direction in what essence?

What's up with you on the thread... its my life, and I lived it the way I want...

I brought this story up because I loved what happened... and I don't care what people will say...

Don't kill my motivation... sorry i had to make it open...

MBush:


What's up with you on the thread... its my life, and I lived it the way I want...

I brought this story up because I loved what happened... and I don't care what people will say...

Don't kill my motivation... sorry i had to make it open...

Lolx!!! Didn't know it's a crime to reply mention on your thread!!! Don't be mad honey!! Am out already.

queencalipso:


Lolx!!! Didn't know it's a crime to reply mention on your thread!!! Don't be mad honey!! Am out already.

I never said that too...

Have fun...

MBush:



I brought this story up because I loved what happened... and I don't care what people will say...

Don't kill my motivation... sorry i had to make it open...

Fire On Bro... #Still Waitinq

@ Mbush, Generalbush, Biafrabushboy. You badt gan. Had similar experiences while growing up but your own don turn abnormal

Mehn. You are a treeific writer man. More ink to ur pen. Following bumper to bumper.

nice one.... following

OP should continue this end time story

Sorry for the delay.. Had to remember before typing, editing and posting,

Updates to come in batches today

Aunty Vicky later found out I was fvcking another woman in the neighborhood and things went sore. She invited me to the house and asked me to come back to her, or else she will do something I never wished for.

“You don’t make me scared okay?” I said to her before her very eyes with much boldness that made her wonder

“Why don’t you want me again” She asked in a low tone

“How many of us are fvcking you”? I asked her with anger

“Just two” She replied

“Me and who”? I asked again

“Just you and my fiance” She said with a smile. Well, I wasn’t in the mood for some smiles and I knew she actually deserved some slap but I was too young to give her one for being such a foolish girl.

“You left your future husband to fvck someone else” I asked her in anger “What is wrong with you for Christ sake”?

“Nothing” she said while smiling. I couldn’t believe I was fvcking someone else’s wife to be and lots of thought were running through my head at the same time.

“Tell me you don’t enjoy me” She asked in a mild angry tone

“I don’t” I replied. She gave a smile before giving me another shocker of my life.

“Do you know the girl you are sleeping with now”? She asked me rhetorically, “She is married and I will just inform the husband and give him your phone number”. I laughed it off and tagged her desperate. While I was about leaving the room, I slapped her bum and was bout running when she held me back.

“Before you leave, please fvck me one last time” She pleaded. I was a young boy then, but I was fully aware of something they call the last bite that always trap a fish. I quickly removed her cloth, kissed her badly and was fingering her. When I knew it was becoming pleasure for her and she was already naked, I acted like I wanted to remove my cloth and I ran out of the house.

That evening, while I was browsing waptrick.com, I got a call.

“Hello who is this” I spoke with accent

“When I have the chance, I will kill you…” The caller shouted with anger.

“Who are you”? I asked with a little fear.

“I heard you sleep with my wife all the time” The man said with mixed emotions “If I catch you, I will strangle you”

“Wrong number” I shouted back. He was still trying to say some other things, I quickly terminated the call. The truth is that the wife was too young to have a husband. I saw her as a good lonely girl that always attend church services. Because of her, I attended one of their Catholic association meetings. I became a member so as to have a meeting point with her. After we became friends and started talking, things moved faster than I expected.

While returning from the meeting one evening, along a lonely bush path I held her hand. She grabbed mine in return and I quickly stared at her and I could see fire in her eyes. I moved my face slowly towards her own and she remained calm. I quickly reached for her lips and did what I know how to do best. Because of the open location, we quickly located the nearest un-completed building and did something I loved doing. She was putting in a skirt and that allowed easy access to where I wanted. I know a lot of sex styles and I knew the one that would be okay for this our situation. He quickly touched her toe and kept her bible one side, while I destroyed her from behind. I covered her mouth to avoid unnecessary shoutings as the act continued. We kept doing this for days till Aunty Vicky informed me of fvcking someone’s wife.

“Is it my fault” I explained to another friend of mine while telling him the story

“If that near you or touch you, halla me make I show am pepper” He said in our local dialect

“When you go begin smoke” He asked me

“No, I can’t smoke weed and I don’t drink” I said with firm resolution “I am a Christian”. I didn’t actually finish the statement before he gave out a loud laugh. I quickly thanked him and went my way. I became conscious of my movements and people trailing me from behind. I always walked with a small dagger a friend gave to me in case of any surprised attack, and that was the life of fear that I lived till after sometime and I felt the dust had settled.

It was no longer news that I failed Jamb on my first attempt. I actually scored 210 and I wrote the post ume exams of two schools and none of them admitted me into their system. I felt bad because I felt I needed to explore the university world. I have heard a lot about what happens in the university but unfortunately, I couldn’t experience it that year; meaning I had to wait.another year. I stayed at home and became one of the most known people in the neighborhood. My name alone could make an average guy run for help.

The truth was that I was always approached by cultists who needed my reputation to strike terror, but why should I belong when I was already a one-man squad. I knew all the cult leaders because money answers all things. I stayed at home for like two months and money became a serious problem for me. I could barely buy things I wanted and daddy never wanted to know how I fared. I had to resort to other things to make money.

First of all, I discussed with some street guys about what we needed to do to put money in our pockets for a while.

“We go hustle” Ugochukwu said with a smile. While we were there, an old man came out and asked us if we can help him find some metals, that he needed so many of them.

“Wetin you wan use am for” We asked him.

“Na big money o…” He shouted “If you people can find plenty metals, there are places you can sell it for plenty money” The man said in the local dialect. It was the best speech I ever heard from someone and I decided to put it into full practice. I started by selling of most of our valuables at home ranging from our old stabilizer to the compressor of our old fridge and any metallic thing I could lay my hands on. Few weeks later I ran out of metals at home and I needed to replenish.

“You know where we fit see Iron”? I asked my friend in the street.

“Look” He said pointing towards somebody’s house. It was a public compound and a battery was lying on the floor beside an abandoned motorcycle. We quickly arranged and sold off the battery and despite the plenty cry from the man that owns the battery, we wouldn’t bring it back for him. It wasn’t that we stole, just that we helped people sold off their scraps. We extended our terror down to the next neighborhood, and when we couldn’t see any metal to sell, we complemented with another scarce resource.

We stayed in a neighborhood where Fowls were rampant and moved around freely; whenever I felt I didn’t want to do something bad again, somebody somewhere puts up a brilliant idea.

“Instead of make we waste money dey buy food, make we chop chicken na” Chijioke said.

“You buy chicken”? One guy asked him while we were in an uncompleted building. There was a general laughter because everyone knew that he couldn’t afford the cheapest thing available apart from weed. He gave us a brilliant Idea which we decided to put into practice for a while.

“If we dey hungry, we fit just roast any fowl wey we see, instead of waste money dey buy food up and down” He said with confidence. He barely finished the speech, when we saw a hen incubating her eggs she newly laid. The speed at which he dived and killed the hen without much sound was something I couldn’t comprehend. He quickly cut of the Hen’s neck with his bare hands and even packed some eggs along. While we were still looking around to avoid gossips, he had already set up fire and the hen was being roasted. Have you ever tasted roasted chicken and fried egg? Try it and see.

Terror upon terror, picking and selling, taking and eating became something we did for fun. But trust me, all this didn’t equal to the amount of free sex we got in a day. At a point, it seems like we were acting pornography.

At a point, I decided to leave the other guys, after having good money in my pocket and I finally met another guy in the street called Chinedu. He is well older than I am but we were in the same class at school. He stayed with family in a public compound a stone throw away from my house. He is a tall, fair, handsome guy and I went to familiarize myself with him to help me achieve my lustful aim. We became friends and I started learning from him. I visited him most often every morning when people were off to school and as expected he was always busy. Not with something reasonable but always having sex. It was like a morning ritual and his partners ranged from House-helps to married women.

“Teach me how you dey use get this girls na” I asked in a very humble tone

“You wan learn bad things shea” He asked me while laughing so hard. I just smiled because probably he didn’t actually know me too well. I must confess that I have slept with girls but on the score sheet of the achievements, he was leading me too well. I needed to catch-up and he had to help.

“You gats repackage” He told me in a humble tone “Girls like when you are presentable and handsome also. Even if you don’t have lots of money, merely being handsome, neat and presentable, most of them will accept you that way”

“How do I repackage now” I asked with keen interest.

“You are already handsome, but other features like hairstyle, clothing, wrist watch, perfume and shoes has to be up to standard” He said while showing me his collection. The truth is that he was from a below average family but yet he invested so much in all these. He wasn’t even through with me, when he picked up a call and directed someone on phone to his house. Few hours later, we heard a knock on the door and when it was opened, I saw Aunty Vicky.

To Be Continued

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MBush:
Aunty Vicky later found out I was fvcking another woman in the neighborhood and things went sore. She invited me to the house and asked me to come back to her, or else she will do something I never wished for.
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Few hours later, we heard a knock on the door and when it was opened, I saw Aunty Vicky.

To Be Continued

Following bumper to bumper.......!!!!

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But biafrabushboy, Mbush you baddest sha
I only started using my wee wee during my university days

Aunty vicky and prick nA 5 n 6. But two of una suppose gather knack am sef

KiziitoKennel:
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But biafrabushboy, Mbush you baddest sha

I only started using my wee wee during my university days

... No time is late

Question if the day......................Have u ever eaten roasted chicken and fried egg. Buhari must hear dis

klbakare:
Aunty vicky and prick nA 5 n 6. But two of una suppose gather knack am sef

#Lol... Badt Guy!!

GAZZUZZ:
read thru 1-12. I thought I had a fascinating childhood but I'm a learner where you stand

udonminit! . Let me go read through

What an experience!