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|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by YINKS89(m): 5:23pm On Dec 20, 2017|
Mama akunna nd papa efe..... Hmmm. I Kant wait... Anyways centino u b ma man m gona surprise u one day.
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Centino: 8:36pm On Dec 20, 2017|
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No vex if I no mention you. E no easy. I've done a midweek update now (the other page). Will try for the rest of the year and in the new year to do at least two updates a week. Enjoy...
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Emzyme(m): 8:39pm On Dec 20, 2017|
cho , I feel.for dat guys head
Mama akunna nd papa efe
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Centino: 9:10pm On Dec 20, 2017|
Guy, I can use a surprise this Christmas
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by olumose001(m): 10:33pm On Dec 20, 2017|
.. okay o.. Mama Akunna sha
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by jade14(m): 10:54pm On Dec 20, 2017|
U came up wid Mama Akunna being a bad ass and a torn to d flesh,with resent update she's becoming good n one of the best alliance in d compound....u ask me?? “I prefer her being the evil n kill joy she's supposed to be”
2ndly Mama Akunna was against the calaber boy friending maya cos according to her she needs to be spiritually cleaned of the taboo wid her father of whc she strongly belivs ws premeditated by both parties...she bein a core traditionalist wod stand by her points concerning maya n not jst advising her new ally to go on with maya.
To me Mama Akunna character is really not well defined anymore,well it could be a twist we neva can tell...good work boss,am enjoying every single turn of ur work
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by YINKS89(m): 11:00pm On Dec 20, 2017|
Centino:den watch out?
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Centino: 11:05pm On Dec 20, 2017|
Brilliant observation man. Usually, I don't give away much but I will make an exception this time. Remember that she was bad to the point of risking being forcefully removed from the compound. Seizing Akunna's baby really should have been her Waterloo. Her remaining in the compound depends on these alliances but as you know, a leopard never changes its spot. For the time being, she is doing whatever she needs to do to remain in the compound. I doubt that it will always be so
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by sheycrown(f): 11:59pm On Dec 20, 2017|
Daz how you didn't mention me o....ngwanu kwantin you hear??
Mama Akunna is suddenly changing for good. I don't trust the Kain look she dey give Papa Efe o. When will our calabar boy get a job now? He needs to get busy Jere.
Btw Irikefe is not cut out for this carpentry work, his father is not seeing that.
Thanks for the update centino
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Centino: 6:37am On Dec 21, 2017|
Na true I didn't mention you o. How terrible. No vex
True about the calabar boy. But if he gets busy how will we know what's happening in the compound
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Gilbertkwabena(m): 12:21pm On Dec 21, 2017|
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|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Dhavido(m): 1:28pm On Dec 21, 2017|
NIce update bro. Patiently waiting for the Christmas Eve update on Sunday
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by xtanlee(m): 7:13pm On Dec 21, 2017|
nice update......best story on nairaland
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Godwinfury(m): 7:54pm On Dec 21, 2017|
Centino baba, keep it up, am following u back to back.
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Centino: 9:32pm On Dec 21, 2017|
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Centino: 9:33pm On Dec 21, 2017|
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Centino: 9:34pm On Dec 21, 2017|
Good to know man. Welcome
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by ADECULATE(f): 10:15pm On Dec 21, 2017|
Hmmmm centino baba, dis combination go be baddest if it cum true ooo, mama akunna nd papa efe? Keeping my fingers cross sha in btw tanks 4 d mentions centino nd also for a job weldone. Following u bumper to bumper.
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Preetiex(f): 4:01am On Dec 22, 2017|
katakata go happen btw papa efe & mama akunna dis time hmmm
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by obedugo(m): 6:13am On Dec 22, 2017|
Every single drop from centino is a hit back to back
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by WHOcarex: 10:09am On Dec 22, 2017|
Mama akuna is in lav
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Pinkfeet: 9:12am On Dec 23, 2017|
Am on my way
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by cbella(f): 2:11pm On Dec 23, 2017|
lol...on your way....haahaaha
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Pinkfeet: 7:06pm On Dec 23, 2017|
Nice one centino
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Pinkfeet: 7:07pm On Dec 23, 2017|
cbella:cbella , how is everything
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by cbella(f): 5:42am On Dec 24, 2017|
Everything na fine!
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Centino: 8:09am On Dec 24, 2017|
I come early today o. I don't want to be reminded. Merry Christmas fam
I looked at Irikefe and felt sorry for him. Josiah now had the carte blanche to do as he liked with Irikefe and Josiah was not going to cut him any slack. It was painful to watch, so I turned my back and engaged Wasiu in small talk while Irikefe labored to be a Carpenter. Then I heard him say "but oga Josiah, my dad wanted me to go and keep water for his bath."
"That's true" Josiah said.
Irikefe then shot out of the shop like a missile and I had to jog to catch up with him. When I did I said what I had been longing to say to him: "O boy your head still correct so? After all that konk wey your papa konk you. Is that what you have been dealing with all your life?"
“I don't know where that came from bros. I swear the man never used to touch me. That’s why they accused him of spoiling me.”
“Maybe that’s what they do in your village.”
“Who knows?” Irikefe shrugged.
"Get used to it man. There is something about the way he curled his knuckles that told me this was now a way of life."
"Well, that confirms my days here are numbered. It was always so the moment he insisted I went back to Josiah's shop.”
"It doesn't look to me like you have too much of a choice in the matter."
"Well, I do. I'm leaving home."
"No, you won't."
"Watch me. At this rate, I'm here maximum one week."
"Where will you go?"
"The streets. There's enough space out there for anyone who dares to live."
"That will be foolish of you Irikefe.”
"Oh really? You know what's foolish? It's an old man thinking he can dictate to a 90s kid how to live his life. I have survived these many months without him. I will survive the rest of my life without him."
"Guy. Think well o. I need you here."
"No you don't. You have Castro now."
"Bros. I blame you partly for this Castro mess. You should have let him remain where he was. Now see what he's caused?"
"He has learnt his lessons Irikefe.”
"What if he died? What if he dies still? It's not unheard of that people with accidents appear to recover and then die afterward. It's the sort of thing the stupid Castro could do."
"No one dies as a habit, Irikefe."
"He has the posters of Tupac and Biggie on the wall of their home. He admires them."
"That doesn't mean he wants to die like them."
"Well, I'll make sure of that."
"How will you do that?"
"Wait for me outside. We're going to that hospital."
"I'm going to make sure he doesn't cause any more trouble. Let me put the water down for the old man."
"Wait for me at a distance. Make sure those demons out there don't see you."
Ten minutes later Irikefe and I were matching towards "God Dey Hospital". It was the only hospital in our neighborhood. Privately owned and famed as a specialist hospital and maternity home, they are known to pass nurses off as doctors. When you are sick or injured and go there, be prepared to go out to buy everything you need even down to plasters, and it is wisdom also to bring your own mattress from home if you are to be admitted as you will be lucky if you returned home without a new infection.
"What did you say we are going to the hospital to do?"
"Bros, just follow me."
"And what about your work? Your dad will go and check."
"We won't be long. We will be back before he finishes having his bath. Or haven't you heard of my father's baths?"
"What about it?"
"He doesn't stay there for any less than an hour."
"It has been so since he contracted gonorrhea.”
"That's what the old tenants say. It happened even before I was born. It is why he never married."
"I imagine in saying that that you are alluding to his sex life. If it happened before you were born, you are a testimony that he has overcome that."
Irikefe shrugged and said, "I don't think I'm his."
My eyes widened as he said that.
"The old woman that brought the baby was only being nice because she believed my father deserved to have his name propagated.”
"Oh my God!"
"She may not have been its biological mother too. She found an abandoned child and decided to do with it what she felt was best for everyone."
"Do you realize you are the baby in question?"
Irikefe shrugged and said “I don’t care. I only know who I am now. All of those are stories that touch the heart"
"Where did you get all that from?"
"Bros you won't understand."
"What won’t I understand? A prophet?"
“A friend’s aunt from school took me to him.”
“This is getting interesting.”
"The revelation worried me to the point of depression until I spoke with Mr Cosmas. Now I truly don’t care who fvcked who for me to be born.”
“What did Mr Cosmas tell you?”
“He explained that it was no use worrying about it. That what was important was that I had the opportunity to be born. He said that parents are mere vehicles to bring souls into the world to experience life. That ultimately, we are what we make of our own lives and we alone will be accountable for ourselves in the end. He gave many examples of children of vagabonds and delinquents who have become successful, and also that of so-called successful and loving parents who have become useless. He also said a lot of spiritual things but those ones pass me. In all, I knew to be grateful for the opportunity to be on earth regardless of the mystery surrounding my appearance. Whatever I will become will depend on me and not on Papa Efe or any other person. It made perfect sense to me and I have felt better ever since.”
“So after hearing all that you decide it is a yahoo boy you want to become?”
He scratched his head and looked away as we turned to the street where the hospital was.
“It’s where I found myself bros. I applied for a State scholarship after school but I was told that I am not an indigene so I do not qualify. I was born here, raised here, never left this town for one day, know no other place, yet because my name is Efe I do not qualify.”
“So I will become whatever I can be.”
“Like a furniture maker.”
“Bros you mean carpenter. And that, over my dead body.”
We were at the hospital reception now and there was a woman in blue overall seated there, disinterest etched on her unsmiling face. Irikefe said “Come”, and we walked past her post down a small lobby and then turned right through an open double door into a wide room with six creaky iron beds that were once white but now closer to brown, blending perfectly with the rustiness that had now become their lot.
We found Castro in a bed in the far left corner. His head was heavily bandaged just above his eyebrow and his lips were double their original size and reddened.
“Now what?” I said to Irikefe as we approached him.
“Just some encouragement, that’s all.”
“His people may come in at any time.”
“We are his people too,” Irikefe said and winked at me.
We got to his bedside and Irikefe said “Big boy! I am a big boy! You see your life?”
“How are you doing Castro?” I said and gave Irikefe a heavy nudge. “So sorry about this my man.”
Castro only batted his eyelids and that was all Irikefe needed to go off. “I am a big boy; I am a big boy, see where you land? Na small gehs do you this one o! Christmas with bandage for your head and pomo lips.”
“So Castro, na breast and yansh dey hungry you to touch all this while ehn?”
“The boy is in pains Irikefe. This is not right” I said.”
“Now listen. If you make mistake die, or you open your mouth talk any nonsense to your people, or my name fall out of your mouth even by mistake, I will make sure I finish the job they started on you. Ewu Gambia.”
Irikefe turned his back and stamped away. I was torn between following him out at once as I understood the hurry, and cheering up Castro whom I really felt sorry for. I bent and gave him a hug and squeezed his hand and hurried outside after Irikefe.
“What do you think you have just done?” I said as I caught up with Irikefe.
“Stayed out of trouble.”
“You think that will work?”
“Of course it will.”
“Why are you so sure?”
“Because you were there.”
“The gang was complete. Saying anything will amount to betraying the brotherhood. These little boys take gangs more seriously than you know.”
I let that sink in as we walked back then I said: “I have something I need to tell you.”
“What is that bros? Is Maya pregnant? No, it can’t be that, it’s too soon –“
“Will you shut up and listen?”
“Okay tell me.”
“It’s about Mama Akunna.”
“Ooooo bros. I’ve told you I don’t want to know.”
“She likes your father.”
“Bros abeg stop am if na joke."
“I’m not joking.”
“She is not his type.”
“What do you know about your father’s type?”
“Bros, she a witch. So she can’t be his type.”
“Look, I know what I saw ok? I was only amused and thought you should know.”
“Thanks for the info, but it will never happen.”
“Well, she has her eyes on him. That is a concern.”
“Bros abeg say something else.”
“I will say something my father always said. I have not been around long enough to know if it is true but I believe him.”
“What is it he says?”
“Let a woman not pursue a man, because if a woman is after a man, she will get him.”
“Mama Akunna is not a woman.”
“Then what is she?”
“She is a something.”
“What does that mean?”
“One day, we will find out.”
TO BE CONTINUED.
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|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by YINKS89(m): 8:41am On Dec 24, 2017|
Wakin up to read dis gives mi joy..centino u juz made ma day.
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Centino: 8:54am On Dec 24, 2017|
Akunna ke YINKS89
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by YINKS89(m): 11:45am On Dec 24, 2017|
Centino:sorry boss was hallucinating... Wanted tu say centino
|Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by kayjay007(m): 3:01pm On Dec 24, 2017|
Bros, u the bomb! U explode pass boko's bomb. U juz too much. I admire ur writing skills. Use of words. In short, I'm jus learning from u. Secret admirer u've got in me. Ride on bro...lest i forget, happy Christmas n new yr, all in advance. May we all see yr 2018 as it approaches us in every passing second.
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