adontcare:
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Chapter 38

Pay Back (The Bill)

"Bros Mike" Badoh called again. It was difficult to believe, to put it subtly, it would be easier to believe that Apostle Paul was a Muslim than convincing anybody that stays in DLA Road that Michael was a cultist.
Michael was a Christian, not just any Christian, but that type of Christian your mother will use to give you example when describing the kind of boys you should look up to. He never drank alcohol, or smoked cigarettes or MaryJuana. He would stand up and leave when a discussion sways towards cult activities. Then when it comes to church, he is not just active but hyper active. He is a member of the choir, a prayer warrior, youth secretary and more.
Mike and Samson share the same age grade, he failed to recognize Badoh even if he looked familiar (looked from 'LA). He became disappointed, he knew the face now but could not put a Noun to it.
"Mack 4, shéy you sàbí this boy?" The Capone asked Mike. He could see clearly the confusion in his face.
"Capo, he look from 'LA." Mike said to the Capone. He stood up and approached Badoh eye to eye. He scanned him with his eyes as he moved closer. In a voice only Badoh could hear Mike said "Explain yourself fast, who you be?"

(NOTE: 'LA is short for DLA Road, in Asaba.)

It became obvious to Badoh that the quiet, churchgoing Bros Mike he knew - AKA angel Michael - had two lives. He felt like laughing, he could not wait to be the one to break the news to his friends back at home.
"Bros, I be Samson bro for 'LA." Badoh said in hush voice.
"Samson?" Mike replied, he was seeking clarity because he didn't know what to feel at that mo.
"Samson! Gentle Lion." Badoh answered with a smirk.
"Fuckoyo!" Mike exclaimed in a low voice. He carried his chapfallen self back to his previous position.
"I know am from house capo." He said.
"Boy, your mara don dey get many leg sóté even Mack 4 come dey confirm you. Notwithstanding, you go carry this case comot from Court with two crates of beer. Make he no pass today." The Capone told him.
"No wahala bros," Badoh said as he began dusting himself with his hand. He knew that two crates of beer was a slap in the wrist.
"Make you dey march," Capone said. Badoh left their presence immediately. He didn't want to take his freedom for granted.
"But Capone, two crates small na, you for tell am ten crates," Aspira fumed. He was hot headed as usual.
"Capone no be lie. This boy harass me because of woman. I never even touch am hand, you just go free am." Mezie added to what his C.I said.
"You dey crazy? You dey mad? You wan chop machete drill this afternoon?" A paranoid Capone queried them.
"Capone, sorry I beg. No vex," Mezie pleaded in unclean conscience.
Meanwhile, Badoh had met with Ken who was so inquisitive about what transpired. He did not call in the calvary like they agreed but he almost did, but he was glad he stuck to the plan. Badoh was only interested in giving them their two crates so he waved off Ken's innumerous questions for later.
He counted N3,500 from the N4,000 Ken had with him and crossed the road as he headed back to Mezie and co. He dropped the money on the table in front of the Capone. That was too quick the Capone thought, but being too quick is not a crime. He looked at Badoh and smiled. He signalled the PointMan who took the money and handed it over to the bar man as some of the boys there began to hail Badoh.
"Correct guy!" One said.
"Berra pikin!" Another added.
Soon the two crates of beer navigated itself into their midst via the hands of the barman.
"Me and you gàt talk soon." The Capone said to Badoh.
"No P bros, make I march," he said as he took his leave, leaving them to their small party.
He was close to the gutter when Mike caught up with him. He shook his hand and stylishly pleaded with him not to tell his brother. Badoh told him that if he wanted his brother to know then he "wouldn't have come here," They spoke briefly before departing.
On their (Badoh and Ken) way home, they bought two bottles of Calypso coconut drink and one Don Simon red wine (Vino Tinto). They also branched a chemist were he received medication. He looked almost as good as new safe for the plaster placed on the injury above his left eye and his bloodied shirt. After patching himself up, Badoh and Ken went home and celebrated his freedom with Efe and Akin.
Around evening when their celebration had died down, the other boys had gone back to their rooms too, that was when she came. Lydia had received a text from Badoh with the content "IT'S OVER." But is it really over or it's just the beginning?




Chapter 39

The End Of The Beginning

Happy weekend Famz.

Chapter 37

Wrong Move II

The PointMan sat in the front row, he felt uncomfortable with the treatment being meted out on the young man who saved their lives earlier when Mezie had led them into a slaughter. He was uncomfortable, he felt he was helpless, he wished he could just walk away from it all.

Teji was a Lagosian, a Yoruba boy from Ise in Ekiti state. He got famous and grew in rank over the years, being a final year student, he had developed close ties with the Capone who relied on him academically. Even his position as a PointMan was not really deserved. He was favoured by the Capone and he knew it. He did not want any trouble, their cult group is relatively one of the most peaceful on campus, but in less than 24 or more hours he has been shaken down and had a gun pointed to his head, and of all the time in the world it was in his final year. "God no go gree," he heard himself say aloud in his mind.

Meanwhile, Ken was busy checking his wristwatch every 30 seconds, he was angry he agreed to stick to the plan. "Nonsense, crazy crazy plan," he thought. What kind of plan would put oneself in harm's way he imagined, he had the conclusion that Badoh was simply crazy and unpredictable. He was meant to call in the calvary if he remained a captive after 1 hour. Its been 38 minutes since, but it felt like eternity to him.

Ken stood across the street along with a crowd of 4 boys and a girl, they were among the few pockets of crowd that entertained themselves with the general beating, even those who sympathized with Badoh were not bold enough to come close. Their judgements were ineffective because they said it only from afar, out of the hearing of Mezie's gang, or better still they kept their opinions to themselves for their own good. Ken saw one of the boys pulling up the plank used in crossing the gutter, he quickly pulled out his Nokia 1100 phone from his pocket not minding if the 1 hour had elapsed or not, but then he saw the Capone's raised hand.

The Capone raised his hand and immediately everyone became quiet. He observed Badoh briefly and signalled that they brought him closer. Those who were beating him previously dragged him nearer to the Capone's table.

"Guy, who you be?" The Capone asked him. His eyes relaxed on Badoh's and to his surprise he held his gaze.

"Na one on one fight, I no catch trouble," Badoh said but was interrupted by Aspira with a slap to the back before he could say more.

"Answer Capone question before I mend you anyhow." Aspira shouted at him. .

But the Capone was not impressed by his action and made it known to him before shifting his focus back to Badoh.

"Na which church you de go?" The Capone asked again.

"Na Winners Chapel I de attend for school here," Badoh answered feigning ignorance.

"They de worry you? You dey form angel for me?" The Capone queried. He had a feeling that this guy had more than meets the eye. Why would someone obviously in a cage with lions remain calm? Why is he not afraid, or begging? If his crime is that he took down one of his guys on a one on one combat then he should be recruited if he is a Jew, he thought.

"But bros, I dey answer your question, na that guy give me first attack for where I go fetch water, ask am," he said pointing at Mezie. He hated the admiration he saw in the eyes of the Capone. He didn't want someone who would pester him on joining his cult group. Besides, his brother wouldn't hear of it, Badoh joining a rival cult group to Samson - Never! He proclaimed in his heart.

"Which winch you chop?" The Capone asked Badoh. He has made up his mind to poach him.

Badoh did not answer. He chose to ignore the question. He watched on as Teji - the PointMan - stood up and walked towards the Capone, he bent over and whispered in his ear as they liaised inaudibly. Fresh air seemed to caress Badoh's face, a result of the recent space he's been afforded. He took the opportunity to scan their faces as he noted the confusion even a blind eye could see.

Then the shocker came, sitting among them was someone he never expected to see. He could not believe his eyes as he called out, "Bros Mike!"




Chapter 38

Paying The Bills

Chapter 36

The General Beating (Wrong Move 1)

With a clenched teeth, fury in his eyes and a surge of energy only his anger can produce, recalling all he has been through recently - Mezie threw the half full bottle of Star Beer at Badoh, it would be easier to conclude that Mezie had only one intention - to knock him out.
Badoh knew that he had suddenly become the proverbial sacrificial lamb as the flying bottle aimed for his forehead. He tried to dodge the inswinging beer bottle but he was not quick enough. He felt the sharp pain as the bottle shattered on his face, just above his left eyebrow. The pain was enormous, but his fear was worse. Badoh held the side of his - where the bottle sliced - with his left hand. The sound of the shattering bottle on his face and ground drew the attention of many shop owners and customers. Even passerbys hastened their footsteps, some ran while many rightly believed that making a swift U-turn was the right step in the right direction. The brave ones watched the ensuing struggle but did so with caution as they kept a considerable amount of distance from the ensuing fracas.
"Come on, my manchi say make you go down, or you wan collect?" Aspira asked the obviously shaken Badoh. He was impressed with Mezie, especially the way he aim-fired Badoh, it was an almost perfect throw. He was sure the others were pleased too because some of the boys were beginning to surround him, ready to pounce
"I come for peace, nothing more," Badoh said. He could smell his blood and it was extracted slowly from the small cut in his head. He also smelt the alcohol that oozed from the mouth of the three boys who stood around. He wondered why people hardly mind their business these days, "so these boys are ready to beat me up even if they know nothing about what happened?" He thought. But it's always about the oath.
Before Badoh could say Jack, one of the boys emailed a punch that was comfortably delivered on Badoh's stomach. He groaned as he was forced to go down on one knee. He absolved the pain and stood up again. This infuriated the boys as they started attacking him violently.
While the three boys gave Badoh General Beating, the group's Capone walked in along with the PointMan and 4 other top dogs (boys). Immediately they saw their Capone, they stopped their beating and hailed him, they called him various names, as well as exchanging their unique handshake.
By this time Badoh was bleeding from his nose too. He tried protecting himself when they threw punches but they were three in number, how was he supposed to coup with three attackers, especially since he was not supposed to hit them back or he would worsen the situation. He could see that the latest entourage had the Capone in their midst, he couldn't tell which it was. Most of their faces looked strong.
Those who were seated gave space for the Capone to seat along with one of the guys he came with, while the rest took chairs from around the bar. He looked at Badoh wondering what had brought such gentle looking boy into their midst. He assessed him while the others returned to their shouting.
"Boy, use your Kara o, I say make you go down, you dey form gbaski abi?" Aspira asked him. He walked towards Badoh, he stood by his right side reading him.
"Bros, I don talk am before, I come for peace," Badoh said, his mouth hurt him bad, his back took most of the beating and everywhere ached badly. That's why it took the grace of God to successfully evade the slap of one of the boys, but if only he knew that Aspira had a swift left handed hook waiting for him. The punch conveniently dwelt on his right cheek as Badoh screamed in both pain and anger.
"Ah!"
"Shut up, I say go down," Aspira said. He was pleased his left hook was better than the last time he remembered. He needed to take Badoh by surprise because he had been dodging others quite successfully.
"What I do? Na one on one fight naim una de gather me like this? Abi if somebody attack me one on one and I fit take am, make I no clear e doubt?" A furious Badoh said to Aspira and everyone that cared to listen in reference to the fight he had with Mezie at the public tap.
"See this guy o, so you still get mouth to talk?" One of them said running towards the gutter where there was a plank used to cross the drain.
As all this played out, the Capone sat there quiet. With all the noise and ginger (ing) going on, he had not said anything, he simply kept asking himself one question, "why is no one seeing what I'm seeing?" He thought.

Chapter 35

The Visitation

Restlessness is when a person is characterised by or showing the inability to remain at rest (Dictionary.com). The feeling in this situation is that of uneasiness of the heart and mind. That was what Badoh felt as he laid down on his bed thinking about the best way to approach the situation he found himself. He looked around his room and could see how unkept it was. The stuffiness was there to smell even for someone with nasal congestion.

The information he had puts the location of Mezie at a bar along Umuchime road, with a number of about 14 boys drinking. Only three persons knew about what he was about to do, visiting the Lion's den was almost a death sentence. He made up his mind to dress up and go see his nemesis.

Just when he was about leaving the house his phone rang, he checked the caller ID and it was his brother, Samson. He held the phone wondering why his brother would call at such a time. Funny enough his brother hardly ever called him. Except he had something important to say or ask about home.

He allowed the phone ring out while he locked his door, he made sure to drop his wallet in his room taking only N1,000 (just in case). He understood perfectly how things like this played out and knew he would likely lose his phone and money (plus other valuable on him) so he was gonna leave his phone with Ken.

Ken was the third person who knew about his decision to go meet Mezie, he also told Badoh where to find them. He would go with him but would stay away from the heat.

Just as Badoh was about to knock on Ken's door, his Sagem My-X5 rang again. "Damn," His big bro wouldn't let him be. Something must be up he thought. He pressed the green button on the phone and placed it on his ear.

"Bros Ebi sir," he greeted in there traditional dialect.

"Ebi, what agwan?" Samson asked.

"Nothing much, I firm. How service de go?" Badoh tried to sound as casual as possible to cover his apprehension.

"Service good, no wayo, tell me bro, wetin de xup? Why you no pick my call before, I hope no problem?" Sam asked.

Badoh knew his brother well, he called not asking about mum or dad, or even about Silva. He didn't ask about any of the possible hundred things he could ask about, but he's asking if there was a problem. "He might know something," Badoh thought, but not everything. His stubbornness meant that he would disclose nothing to his brother.

"I was not with my phone, I was charging it in my friend's room. No prob bro," Badoh said to him.

"Nnabundoh ídí sure?" Samson asked him emphatically.

"Ah sure bro, no wayo." Badoh said not giving much away.

"Be good boy," Samson said and ended the call.

"Phew, Badoh whistled in relief. He could feel the temperature of the building boiling with sweat dripping from his forehead. He finally knocked on Ken's door. His hands were almost shaking. He waited abit before knocking again but this time louder.

Ken opened up, he was dressed already.

"It's time." Badoh said.

"Alright, I'll be right behind you," Ken said.

"Hold my phone for safekeeping abeg," Badoh said handing over his phone to Ken before leaving.
"Good luck man." He said as he watched him walk away.

" This one wey Badoh give you he phone, wetin happen? Abi he wan go write exam for middle of semester?" That was the voice of Efe as Ken returned inside. He had listened attentively but still did not comprehend what their conversation was about. Besides he had stopped trusting Ken especially since the day Mezie's gang of thieves came to beat him and others just less than a couple of minutes after Ken left the lodge.

"He wan go see one lecturer about last year carry over." Ken said while picking up some items.
"Eh en, ok. You too wan go see another lecturer?" He asked Ken.

"Make I see Baroni, I de come soon." Ken said and escaped through the door. He knew that Efe wasn't asking the questions in his mind yet, he didn't want to give him the chance considering he couldn't give the answers.

* * *

Meanwhile, Badoh was close to the bar where Mezie was. He could hear their voice talking loudly. "Damn" he thought. Suddenly his legs became heavy. He looked around and saw a kiosk where old men drank shots of (sheikpe) hot drink. He branched and took his sit on a bench there. He greeted them and ordered for a shot of monkey tail. He gulped it once and ordered for a second after which he paid and stood up. His legs wobbled as he walked away, his mind became clouded and all the fear he had prior to taking the drink were washed down in alcohol.

"Bros them, una good evening o," Badoh greeted the gathering of Mezie's gang.

"See wetin I de find for Sokoto inside my Shokoto," shouted Mezie.

"You get mind come the Lion's den, na wetin you de expect, warm embrace?" Aspira asked him.

"I hear say una dey ask of me so I come for settlement. I no want trouble boss." Badoh said shifting back.

"Shut up maga." One of them said.

"First of all - go down low," Mezie said standing up and holding the Star bottle he was drinking.

Let me start with an apology - I'M SORRY - I have been having so many issues, namely, crashed tab, health challenges, business challenges, political challenges, etc.

Please try to understand. This story is NOT an abandoned story, NEVER.
I am saddened I broke the promise I made about posting. I hope I can make it up to you all. Please I will start writing again soon, but let me clear some issues I'm having[i][/i. God bless you. Please bear with me. BRB.

phlimsy911:
Happy birthday man

Thanks

Seunfunmi18:
Happy birthday badohemmy. Allah's Rahman be upon you. Bigger you I pray bro.

Plenty amen. Thanks

teepee4uall:
Happy Birthday Badohemmy...More ink to your pen! Have a blast

Definitely did. Thanks ok

FortunateB:
Happy birthday

Thank you

OyaLove:
Oya come and update us birthday boy. Your story is fine.

Update will return next week. Please bear with me.

adontcare:
Happy birthday bobo badoh. Wish u long life and prosperity. Have fun

Amen! Thanks ma'am.

honourable356:
Happy belated birthday dude, wishing you the very best as you grow from strength to strength.

Thanks boss

Thank you! Thank you!! Thank you!!!

That's my message for you��. Your words, text, messages, calls, gave me strength more than you can imagine and thank you is all I can say.

Your prayers will not only manifest in my life but also in your life too. You will meet success each day of your life and celebration will not cease to entertain you.

Once again I say a Big Thank you. God bless you.

I was sad until I realized it's my birthday, now I see how blessed I am. To have family, Love and wonderful friends around me. I'm obviously not where I want to be but I am not were I used to be. I am sure that God will take me to where I'm meant to be cos that's my Birthday wish today.

As I recount my many blessings, I choose today to forget my loses with hope of a better tomorrow.

Happy birthday to my humble self. Thank God I have peace.

gh0sts:

I'm sorry you felt so.But you cannot expect every single update to be funny na, I'm not basketmouth. BTW, I write it as I see it, or I think it. Not so you'd laugh... thanks for your criticism though.


thanks for defending me...

We're good.

Ijelenwa, ur thread has been closed.

gh0st, today is my birthday, a post will quench my thirst. Thanks

yhungbrowhne:
hello ma this your, torry they sweet ne here, and i will love to share it on my blog. my email aayanpoju@gmail.com

I'll write you via email. Okay boss?

harjibolar10:
You're most welcome sir

No offence taken

Your handling of a potential crisis is impeccable.

hidhrhis:

why can't u write ur own and letz see how we can picture Merlin I'm our mind
no one is forcing u to read bro so don't come and be forming wole Soyinka here

My man calm down! He meant no harm. It's been a while! Hope you are doing good?

harjibolar10:
It's kinda funny how I end up here, but you know what? I am not disappointed.

One of the bosses has said something about the story been "Not too realistic" which I wouldn't want to bore you with another epistle on that.

But I'll like to draw your attention to this facts, though I understand you still think, you are a learner, but believe me, you're just a step below a professional... Here is my token;

There's two ways of narrating a story; either by Telling or Showing, and I think the latter is what I think will suite you most

What do I mean by showing?

Well, its simple! You have to put in some sort of descriptive "aroma" which will force (we) the readers, to picture the particular scene in mind, and make it look like they are watching film. Take your time, show us what the scene of the action looks like, so we can even like, have some pictures of what is happening in our mind.

Besides that, you are pretty awesome, and I see Chinua Achebe in you


BTW, I like Baroni... Don't ask me why


Oya, let's go there

Yes, I love your comment because it points at my let down so I can do better. I promise to work on it (the picture thing).

Although I feel the Achebe (My mentor) comparison is taken a bit too far considering I place that national hero above Adichie and Soyinka (my opinion though), at the same time I appreciate you feel I can develop my writing which is what I will attempt doing.

Thank you harjibolar10, God bless you sir.

(Please don't fail to point out future let downs for it is highly appreciated).

kelvinhilton:
Ride in Broh!!! We gat your back.

Thanks

IjeleNwa:
we are good! Oya drop ur update,I dey feel am

I'll drop update when I'm feeling a bit better. Thanks

IjeleNwa:
Pls what do u think so far,I need ur criticisms,u are free to abuse me sef. Issa loud


I feel like inviting my best friend badohemmy oloun u ar sighted

Trust, criticism will come, but it will be constructive. There'll definitely be no abuse because you deserve commendation for this beautiful entertainment. Keep it up.

Damibiz:
See i go SLAP person for here,wati de worry una self.?..na woh,MODE come tell this guys to pack jare..

Sufri vex, na play we was.

IjeleNwa:
You are too small my love. Continue wit ur chronicle of badoh.I won't end ur career for now.

By d way I see ur dexterity in sex nd porn narration in ur story. You must hav a high libido or perversion.

Modified: mind u,don't expect stories from me on nairaland,I don't write stories on nairaland,I make money on nairaland nd cool off my money wit ur porn series cum story.

I'm correct then - Mouth boy.

IjeleNwa:
you childishly attacked on a comment that has nothing to do with argument nd quarell and u were rude on ur quote,that's why I asked how old are u! And instead of u to stand down,u continued derailing the thread with ur silly quotes.And u expect me to assume dat u are sane?

Nairaland is faceless forum but I can end ur dwindling unfuturistic career here if u don't stop quoting me.
What do u want for Devils sake?

I can see that your confidence comes from the idea that Nairaland is a faceless forum, don't be so sure about that.
Dwindling unfuturistic career uh? Sorry I got a job. If reading free story and freely expressing your unappreciative self is what you call sane then I prefer being the opposite. Until I read your story on Nairaland I don't think you have earned the right to criticize anyone esp when it's not constructive.

Note: I'm waiting for you to end my career, mouth-boy.

IjeleNwa:


Badohemmy how old are you?

You sidon de ask me how old am I because you probably think am 19 like the character in my story abi... I no blame u oga

IjeleNwa:
wht you don't know,you don't know.

Pls leave my space and discontinue from quoting me,I don't wanna be recognised in ur clime.

I don't plan on knowing.
You read the the first chapter of my story and you think you know me? Nonsense.

IjeleNwa:
though u are a naïve amature writer ur self. But as a writer,do u get pained when u are criticized?

Badohemmy how old are you?

Funny. For someone who's never got 20,000 views on anything you have a big mouth. Kwantinu sir

IjeleNwa:
Gh0st this update is boring,thanks to u,it even short.

The helicopter scene didn't even do d magic

Write your own

URep:
u r doing well. next update please.

URep:
u r doing well. next update please.

Sorry for the delay in update. Ill health and campaign stress have probably gotten to me, but I will do the needful as soon as am stronger. Please bear with me.

marvin905:
more updates. Op nice work

Thanks. Update will come