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enjoy ur time on naira land..read a series; a story of
survival just click
https://www.nairaland.com/1524219/lagos-dudes-

“Bastards” the chief shouted with much disdain in his
voice. “Wait let me get my gun” he concluded with his
back turned towards us. We quickly gathered our bags and
cloths off the floor and fled the compound, it was a race
for life; adrenaline pumped in my system.
At last, we looked back and laughed………………………..
Six months ago I was a village boy, schooling and
hustling; my parents are dead. I lived with an uncle and
aunt who don’t care how I lived my life. I was coming
from farm one day when I saw Toyin’s mum in front of our
mud house; Toyin was my last girlfriend in our village.
She sat down wailing and cursing her self, her mum was
also cursing me.
That was the day I was waiting for, I entered my room
through the window, packed my secondary school
certificate and the cloths ‘corper debby’ bought for me.
‘Corper debby’ was a very endowed teacher, she was
posted to our village for her youth service corps. She was
a nymphomaniac, she initiated me to the world of
kumasutra; I was senior secondary school 1 (SS1).
Corps lodges was located beside my house, it was a
privilege for my Viewer spirit. She caught me when I was
peeping into their bathroom hole; I was led straight to her
room. That was the first time I tasted the apple. The
apple story lasted for a year, but during that period, she
taught me how to be a smart boy in both academics and
life issues, she was also extravagant in buying cloths.
I became the local champion until I impregnate
Toyin…………
“That chief na were” rusty said, still try to contain his
laughter
“Walahi, I swear” replied Mohammed; our aboki
Uchenna ‘rusty’ madueke was a very brilliant boy from a
poor Igbo family. He struggled throughout his primary and
secondary school days, using the money he earned to buy
books; he was the most brilliant student in his school at
that time. ‘Uche had a prospect of becoming a student of
university of Lagos, afterwards a medical doctor. He
thought his dream has come to pass when his uncle
came to the village and took him to Lagos, alas! He was
brought to Lagos to become a sales boy.
He ran away after one year…………….
Yusuf Mohammed was a complete Hausa boy from Borno,
Nigeria, his father was a member of an Islamic sect, he
was sent to the best school and he was highly intelligent.
He was trained to speak perfect English language; you
can hardly hear his slight intonation.
After secondary school, his father decided to send him to
Iraq for schooling and also to teach him in the art of war,
but Mo’ has a different plan, to be a successful
businessman. According to their code, any one who
refuses an over to fight for the cause will be killed.
Mohammed was the only son to carry on the cause for
the family, but due to his education and better
understanding, he fled.
Not long afterwards, his family was killed in his
place……………….
We met under the Oshodi Bridge.
I was trying to lay my head on my bag when I heard some
people arguing, argument like that could attract police, I
quickly grab my bag.
“What did you know about achimedes principles” a boy
said with a slight igbo intonation.
I was surprised, so I decided to join the argument. We
became friends afterwards. We hustled together
afterwards; sometimes we carry loads, act as ‘agbero’
and so on.
A month after we met, we saw a vacant board by an
advertising agent, we made a try………….
A week later, I became a sales boy, Mohammed; the gate
man and Uchenna became the house Akpan, house boy.
8% of our salary belong to our advertising agent.

The street was empty and narrow, two beggars sat at the extreme end of the street,
their face shows anticipation of a certain thing they are expecting. A young lady holding
her handbag possessively, in the hand bag was thirty thousand naira for the purchase of
0'level examination and runs..... Suddenly, a young preacher with the looks of prophet
Jeroboam busts out from the corner down the street; he was shouting and sweating with
a brownish-white garment cloth that reminds the world of the time of Jesus. "Repent,
the end is near" "The messiah will be back like a thief at night" he preached the gospel
in a loud throaty voice; every sentence was stamped with the sound of a bell. The sound
brought out the people of the street out of their homes; it was unusual for such
occurrence. "Do away with the things of the past" "Drop the things of the world and carry
the cross" he continued. By the time he was few meters away from the lady coming
down the street ..he start singing They met, but before the lady could walk pass him, the
preacher start uttering and blabbing some foreign words.... "Oh thank you Jesus" "Young
lady" he called out "Sir" she replied, facing him and hoping for a miracle "The spirit of
God tell me that your time is here" he smiled at her and start speaking in tongue The
lady smiled "continue sir" "The O'level examination you are about to do, it is settled"
"Praise that lord" she jumped up and down and cried "You must have a 3days fasting
and prayer and give alms to the poor" the prophet told her "i will do just that sir" she
was beaming with smile now. The lady pick out a 200naira note from purse "Please use
it to buy water sir" she offered. The prophet reject the money and turned around. But he
suddenly look back , the lady was alarmed " i see death on your way" "Ye! Moku oo"
"Kneel down and let's pray" After the prayer, he told her to give alms to the beggars you
see on your way. "Give half of everything you have on you to the first beggar you meet
after our meeting" he told her. "God is with u, i saw two beggars down the street, you
can give them the money" he said and pointed to where he saw the two beggars. He was surprised with he saw.......
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“Bastards” the chief shouted with much disdain in
his voice. “Wait let me get my gun” he concluded
with his back turned towards us. We quickly
gathered our bags and cloths off the floor and fled
the compound, it was a race for life; adrenaline
pumped in my system.
At last, we looked back and laughed………………………..
Six months ago I was a village boy, schooling and
hustling; my parents are dead. I lived with an uncle
and aunt who don’t care how I lived my life. I was
coming from farm one day when I saw Toyin’s
mum in front of our mud house; Toyin was my last
girlfriend in our village. She sat down wailing and
cursing her self, her mum was also cursing me.
That was the day I was waiting for, I entered my
room through the window, packed my secondary
school certificate and the cloths ‘corper debby’
bought for me.
‘Corper debby’ was a very endowed teacher, she
was posted to our village for her youth service
corps. She was a nymphomaniac, she initiated me
to the world of kumasutra; I was senior secondary
school 1 (SS1).
Corps lodges was located beside my house, it was
a privilege for my Viewer spirit. She caught me
when I was peeping into their bathroom hole; I was
led straight to her room. That was the first time I
tasted the apple. The apple story lasted for a year,
but during that period, she taught me how to be a
smart boy in both academics and life issues, she
was also extravagant in buying cloths.
I became the local champion until I impregnate
Toyin…………
“That chief na were” rusty said, still try to contain
his laughter
“Walahi, I swear” replied Mohammed; our aboki
Uchenna ‘rusty’ madueke was a very brilliant boy
from a poor Igbo family. He struggled throughout
his primary and secondary school days, using the
money he earned to buy books; he was the most
brilliant student in his school at that time. ‘Uche
had a prospect of becoming a student of university
of Lagos, afterwards a medical doctor. He thought
his dream has come to pass when his uncle came
to the village and took him to Lagos, alas! He was
brought to Lagos to become a sales boy.
He ran away after one year…………….
Yusuf Mohammed was a complete Hausa boy from
Borno, Nigeria, his father was a member of an
Islamic sect, he was sent to the best school and he
was highly intelligent. He was trained to speak
perfect English language; you can hardly hear his
slight intonation.
After secondary school, his father decided to send
him to Iraq for schooling and also to teach him in
the art of war, but Mo’ has a different plan, to be a
successful businessman. According to their code,
any one who refuses an over to fight for the cause
will be killed.
Mohammed was the only son to carry on the cause
for the family, but due to his education and better
understanding, he fled.
Not long afterwards, his family was killed in his
place……………….http://alaafyn..com/2013/06/lagos-dudes.html