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KingzPen: *coughs* Bayo, sorry, Adusco, don't cuff my hands Oooo... LmaoOooo... I would know if you fill in that gap... Loooool...

bayo ke! Rara o
she will be a gud fwend of mine

Flakkydagirl: Abeg dnt try to delve into anything jawe,
/an advice-m'a'y'b'e you should tap light from the next street then/
just be smart about it o,
waiting for the next episode.......

its a lie , u will lik it.

KingzPen: Flakky playing hard to get for Adusco... Lmaoooo...

kingzpen i wanna make sure i .... Her b4 u drop d nxt episode.
U gt me bro?

Flakkydagirl: And maybe,,,,,,,
you should be seriously thinking about yourself too.....

i'm always doing dat bt ur tot always comes in

KingzPen: Guess, I should delve into a story for Adusco and Flakky...

*thinking*

she dey beef me ni jawe@ kingzpen

Flakkydagirl: @Adusco,dats better...




Meanwhile,am wondering what u're thinkin about that is making you write Okay instead of Amen...
Take it easy o

i was seriously thinking abt you.:p

Flakkydagirl: so?
Whats okay o

i wanted to say amen.:p

I'm always here
kip it up!

Flakkydagirl: Gunshot?
For where?
Just take it easy o...



Come to think of it,Banji is a trouble loaded guy,he's always moving from one trouble joint to another trouble pack,huh!
To me,the name Banji literally means''Pack of Troubles''




As today marks the beginning of the very first day of December,Jesus i pray that every ''Banji'' in my life be destroyed by the fire of the holyspirit....AmEn
Can someone shout amen!

okay

[quote author=KingzPen]EPISODE 37


My brain couldn't give an accurate answer to those questions my mind popped out and Kofo didn't help matters as well. She was almost reaching for my nozzle because her car was jerking, signaling the need for fuel. My mum on the other hand, was a woman I can’t joke with because she had been through life for me. I decided to multitask like an iPhone, allowing Kofo continue the game while I answer my mother’s call.

“Hello Ma!” I said. “Ma?! Daddy! No! Impossible!”

The phone unconsciously dropped from my hand. I woozily glided to the floor while Kofo quickly switched on the light. Even Kofo’s unclad body couldn't resuscitate my weak nozzle. My nozzle was totally frosty, enervated and shy.

Kofo was surprised about my mood swing. She sat on the floor, right beside me, then threw her left hand around my neck. “Baby, what’s wrong?” She asked, concerned. “Talk to me. Why change your mood?”

I wanted to talk but words stuck up in my throat. I tried but to no avail. I tried even harder, my mouth was opening but no words came out, I was temporarily dumb.

Kofo tilted my neck to her right, just to get my eyes fixed into hers and said, “Banji, talk to me please. You’re getting me scare. Am I not good enough?”

I pondered on those words years after that day, ‘Am I not good enough?’ And I wondered how girls think. It’s not always about you girl, It’s about me. I said to myself.

Kofo looked at me and was frustrated by my mysterious silence. She paused for some seconds with her eyes still fixed into mine, waiting for my transient dumbness to be healed. She was disenchanted. Kofo stood up on her feet, reached for her blouse and got set to leave.

She walked and stood in front of me. My head was bowed in pain, my tears had already designed the floor and my mucus going in and out of my nose as I sniffled. I only noticed her shadow that darkened the patch I sat and her blue jean which rested on her tawny moccasin.

“Banji! Since you have decided to keep mute, I’m out of here. Call me as soon as you feel like talking.” She sadly said.

Kofo opened the door and stepped out. “MY FATHER IS DEAD!” I screamed and cried out loud.

I laid down on the floor, crying bitterly. I felt my life had stopped. I hated myself, cursed my birthday and almost hating God.

“Why must You take him now? Why God? Why?” I thunderously yelled, pointing to the ceiling, directed to God. “Why did You allow me go through all these rigors and pains? I thought You’re a merciful God. Yes, You are but why me? Why me? Why me?!”

I sensed someone opening the door gently so I quickly turned my head to the its direction to take a glimpse at the person. It was Kofo. She was already in tears as she walked in, bolted the door and sat on the floor with her legs jointly stretched out, placing my head on her laps.

I cried even more at her kindhearted gesture. Kofo, was a girl every good guy deserved. She wept as if it was her father who just died and yet she consoled me not to, cleaning my tears with her palm as they forcefully came out. Kofo brought out a handkerchief from her bag which she used to clean my sticky nose. She petted me just as a mother would do her crying baby; she just can’t give me orange to suck at that time as a mother would do at anytime for her baby, even in a commercial transit.

My tears were drying up little by little and my groaning died down drastically. Kofo kept crying profusely, even after I had stopped or better still reduced my tears. That got me wondering why was that.

Asking her why she was crying sounded rash to me but I had no choice. I summoned courage to ask. “KofoLove, why are you still crying? You have asked me to stop crying and I did so why are you?”

That question geared Kofo’s tears to another level. She cried out loud than ever before which signaled there was something she was shrouding.

“Kofo, come on talk to me. I’m here for you. Talk, please talk to me. Say anything.” I persuaded.

I stood up, then I carried Kofo with the forty percent strength I had left to my bed; forty percent gone into ceaseless weeping while the rest twenty percent gone into erogenous activities superintended by Sister Grace and Kofo.

I patted her back to calm her down from her flowing tears. “KofoLove, can you please talk to me?” I urged.

Thank goodness! She finally spoke. “Banji, am so sorry to have kept this away from you all the while.” She said, full of pity.

“Just talk. Say it” I cut in.

She wiped her tears with the back of her palm, cleared her throat and bowed her head in sorrow. “Banji, my dad and my mum are late.” He said and sniffled.

I was extremely shocked. My mouth was opened wide for some seconds, finding it difficult to believe. “Kofo, tell me you’re joking. Please tell me.” I said, shifting closer to her.

“Am serious, Banji. They both died in an car crash. The same day.” She said.





Wow!!!
Am speechless

[quote author=KingzPen]EPISODE 35


Who on earth is this enemy of enjoyment that chose to knock on my door at this moment? I asked myself. I found it hard to decline from the cloud nine I already was, not even after Sister Grace was ready for me. I wondered if Sister Grace heard the knock because she completely pulled off her pant even while the person was knocking. I deliberately ignored the door and concentrated on how to handle the biggest temptation of my life. That one unfolding right before me. My nozzle suddenly became relaxed like a deflated balloon when the person knocked again.

My anger immediately developed to a percentage of ninety, with my eyes popping out like the ball in a roll-on deodorant. “Who the hell is that?” I yelled.

“It’s me, Banji.”

The voice sounded feminine and familiar but the voice recognition application installed on my brain was already corrupted by sensual virus which was transferred to me by Sister Grace; that virus was more harmful than the Trojan horse.

“You, who?” I asked to be ascertain who it was.

“It’s me Kofo.”

Oh my God! My long lost girlfriend came visiting. I turned out to be totally confused at that instance. Sister Grace was about taking it to the next level, cloud ten, thrust me flat to the bed and was about lying on me. I obstructed her and rose up on my feet.

“We can’t do this again.” I said.

“But why?” She sadly asked.

“My girlfriend is at the door.”

“So? Can’t she wait?” She said and winked at me.

You must be mad, I almost said. “Please, we would hook up some other time. You don’t have to leave now, just wait for Emeka for some minutes more.”

“You are not serious. In fact nothing happened between us.”

Agreed, just wear your pant, I said to myself.

Knock! Knock! “Banji are you busy?” Kofo softly asked.

“No, am not. Am coming.”

I quickly assisted Sister Grace to wear back her pant. She was sluggish about it so I helped her drag the pillow case up to fit into the pillow; I wasn't so caring to do that, just wanted to have the feeling of how soft the pillows were.

Knowing Sister Grace was settled, I ran to open the door.

“Hey Kofo, what’s up?” I said with a fake smile.

“Am fine. What took you so long?”

I coughed and said, “I was arranging my wardrobe.”

“Ok.”

I ushered her to my wing, then she sat on my bed. I was displaying a bitter side of me to Kofo because of the embarrassment she caused me the last time we met. I sat on the cupboard, placed right beside my bed with a scowl on my face.

“Banji, am so-r--r.” She was about saying something when I interrupted ignorantly.

“Shuuuush!” I sounded, with my index finger on my lips. “Enough of your sorry. I don’t want to hear it. You embarrassed me before that riffraff? And you’re here telling me sorry.”

I was completely dumbfounded when she gave me a reply to my rant. “Banji, I am not here to beg you. Ok? And I wasn't gonna say sorry to you before you foolishly cut in. I am here to condole you over the loss of your roommate.” She said, with her voice loud enough for Sister Grace to had heard.

I was speechless and I wished Sister Grace was deaf to our conversation. If wishes were horses, beggars would ride. My wish was just a wish when Sister Grace barged in.

“Please Sister, can you repeat what you just said?” She surprisingly asked Kofo.

Kofo gazed at her, scrutinized her from head to toe and looked at me. “So this is what you’re busy with that made you not to open the door on time.” She said.

“I beg your pardon.” Sister Grace yelled at Kofo.

Kofo looked at her furiously and said, “To your question, I said his roommate is dead, he is late, he is gone. Choose the one you understand best.”

I looked at Sister Grace, who in turn looked at me, shocked and embarrassed. She stared at me mute for some seconds, retreated to Emeka’s wing, picked her bag and exited the room, slamming the door.

I shifted my focus back to Kofo, who looked at me arrogantly. She was so full of herself. We both gazed at each other for five minutes, not sure but three minutes would be close to the truth. I buried my ego and broke the silence jinx.

“Kofo, why treat me like this? Why now? Ehn? Baby, why?” I said.

“Who is your baby? You better look for your baby elsewhere because I ain't’t your baby.”

I smiled, stood up from the cupboard and sat on the bed with her. “You are my baby jor.” I said and tickled her.

She jerked, smile and said, “Lemme o, lemme jor.”

I tickled her the more. “I won’t leave you jor.” I said, laughing out loud.

“Oya wait Banji. Oh Oooo, Banji wait na.” She pleaded as I tickled.

I stopped. “Oya talk, am waiting.” I said, with a grin.

“What was she doing here? Is she not the Bible study secretary? What was she doing alone in the room with you?”

“Don’t mind her jare, she was waiting for Emeka.”

“Emeka? Your roommate?”

“Yes.”

“Why didn't you tell her he was dead? And I wonder how she didn't hear the gist all aro
chai!may be you are not born to "do" it

KingzPen: Adusco and Flakky are the twins I have on this thread... loooool... Always together... Lmaoooo... Thankz so much Adusco...

u wlcm bro! Lolz

Flakkydagirl: U're at it again,killing each episode gallantly...
Welldone,
More ink to your great Pen!
FlakkyDagreat!!!









Patiently,waiting for the next Episode................

wetin i go do dis flakky? Always cmmtn b4 i do.

Anyway, nice work bro....lemme refesh ...am waiting o

May be afta flakky i'm nxt

I'M salivating already