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Gerald had been slogging it out with Zitto for more than (en minutes. Now, he was lying on the floor I no thanks to Count Dracula - though Gerald was a six -footer, weighing 82 kg and Zitto a mere 30kg, his demons were dragging Gerald inches closer for a kill. Gerald was breathless, he expected the door to open any time soon and his dad to come and help him out. It seemed Zitto was reading his thoughts and in a mad rage it. Flew at him, and made to bite him.I Instinctively,he lashed out at zito with the handle of the catcher, and a most shocking thing happened: he backed down a little, whimpering., his erection. Shrinkiing. Gerald hit him one more time n and it went down , rolling, it four legs flailing in the air, it erections gone. Gerald stood over the dog , the handle of the catcher raised up in a threatening manner. "If you move, I'll smash the demons out of you."
He tried to catch his breath and the significance of what he had done dawned on him. He had subdued Zito, without any part of his body torn and needing to be sewed up. Zito's visit was oftened marked by a surgical visit by one or two staff of the clinic. He bawled out to Christy." Get me a muzzle, Zitto no longer likes flashing his teeth". He could hear, the door creaking open slowly, then the sound stopped. He thought Christy was peeping, with an eye on Zitto, he reassured her to bring the muzzle closer. :He heard her moaning in surprise. "You mean that this mad dog can stay calm like this". It was her stattement annoyed Zitto and he uttered a low growl, but Gerald waved the handle of the catcher at him and his growl turned to a whimper..Handling the muzzle to him' she stepped back and said, "you are the best". Unknown to them, Gerald's father was. Peeping from the window."Gerald, you are not there yet. Twenty-five minutes to restain a dog is poo."
Gerald felt his shoulders sagging. He wished his dad could acknowledge him for once. He knew he was still living under the shadow of his wing,but one day he would fly out and know that he can fly. His dad's voice jolted him out of his thoughts. " Get on boy, four mutts are in the lobby waiting to boo you."
He shook his head, it is difficult to please his great dad. " Hey you time to gag your mouth."
"What?"
"Nothing Dad".
He heard his dad speaking again but the tone was mild. "Christy come to the upper room"

Gerald was gawping at her. "What happened?"
Zito did not allow her to respond, he lunged at them, making Gerald to back up but Christy yelled again, running behing Gerald. Gerald. Saw that d catcher was within Zito's reach, he decided to make a dash for it. Just as he grabbed the catcher's handle; Zitto bared his long fangs and flew at him, but Zitto's swift movement earned him a graze on his wrist. There was froth in Zitto's mouth and his erection was more turgid and his eyes blazed with anger. Gerald stepped back, ensuring he was out of his reach. Then he turned to Christy who by now looked like was doused with a bucket of water. " This strictly for the boys". He patted her shouldet, " You may excuse us".
She let out a sigh of relief, her mortified countenance beginning to vanish. Zitto growled in fury, baring his teeth which appeared to have grown longer and without warning jumped at Gerald, he missed Gerald but caught the noose. His erection was fully engorged now. He sank his teeth deeper and deeper into the noose and Gerald tried to wrench it from him but it seemed the thousand demons were now in full operation.

Christy's cloth was gummed to her body by her sweat, she threw the noose of the catcher over Zito's head again but he weaved and ducked the circle trying to entrap him. Though Zitto had been chained to a metal pole- he was brought in chains - his mouth must be muzzled; to do this, he has to be choked a little. Without warning, he lunged at her , the suddeness of his movement made her scream, letting go of the catcher.. Zitto seemed to be smirking, he was enjoying himself. He leapt again, his erection becoming obvious. It unsettled Christy, it was at that instant she remembered she had jammed the door when she came oit to restrain Zitto. Now she is trapped, the door can only be opened from inside. In the confusion she did not know when the door creaked open.

The two sat at the corner of a restaurant with white marble floors, reflecting the afternoon sun on their faces. The smell of goatmeat peppersoup mingled with the smell of lager beers, as they lose their crowns to eager drinkers ready to savour their sweet-bitter tasye. The gray-haired man said, "I have more than twenty-five years of expertise," then his eyes turned dark,"but only seven years of love".He poured himself another bottle of beer and downed it.
"Dad,my heart has been beating for you- for twenty-five years."
He sniggered nd at that moment his cell phone rang. He stood up,, fishing for his phone in his pocket.He was clutching his phone when an object dropped on the table beside his plate of goatmeat peppersoup. Gerald flinched for an instant, then he regained his composure, reaching to grab it.
"Zitto is chilling your spine,... Just hang on, will be there soon"
After ending the call, he snatched the object from Gerald, shooting him a look of disapproval." You don't pick a needle and syringe carelessly". He detached the needle. Gerald shrugged, putting a naked needle and syringe can puncture your balls. He cringed at his thought. "What ?" Gerald shook his head.
"Come, Zitto his bossing christy"
Gerald had barely skimmed the surface of his peppersoup; his table water was half-filled. He was staring at his plate when his voice boomed. "Puss, get up" He had no choice, he heard the chair crashing to the floor as he stood up, his feet shuffling towards the glass door. Really, he neeeed all the energy he could get- Zitto had a thousand demons residing in his flesh

The two sat at the corner of a restaurant with white marble floors, reflecting the afternoon sun on their faces. The smell of goatmeat peppersoup mingled with the smell of lager beers, as they lose their crowns to eager drinkers ready to savour their sweet-bitter tasye. The gray-haired man said, "I have more than twenty-five years of expertise," then his eyes turned dark,"but only seven years of love".

Not again! The voices were discordant. They had woken me up from my fitful sleep, in the stifling room for there had been no electricity for three days. The voices were coming from backyard. I jumped out of bed and rushed to the backyard.
My eyes took in the whole scene at a glance. I was furious when I saw those four troublesome girls encircling my mother. Lolu, that blob of fat with bleached skin, was making fun of my mother. She was the ringleader.
Since I came home for vacation, I had noticed that Lolu was always quarrelling with my mum over the most trivial things. Mum is a brave woman, but she would quiver in the presence of Lolu. The awful thing about it all was that Lolu was always in the wrong. But for my mother’s sake, I would settle the quarrel amicably for I sensed something evil about her. In three days, I would be returning to the campus - what would happen to my mum when I was not around?
I saw Lolu almost poking her finger into my mother’s eye. I couldn’t take it anymore. Damn the consequences, I thought. I charged into the circle that they formed, standing between Lolu and my mum. Although Lolu was twice my size, albeit shorter, I squared up to her and stooped so that she could see the rage in my eyes.
“Useless woman!” I shouted. What has my mother done to you? Stop this nonsense! I won’t take it easy with you next time I see you harassing her in this house!’ She looked at me scornfully. Probably she just saw me as a brat. It was then I noticed the scorpion tattooed on her right shoulder. She must be a member of the notorious scorpion gang. The three other troublesome girls were raining abuses on my head.
My mother tugged at me, her voice tinged with fear. “Kazeem, let us go. Leave them alone”. I didn’t move. “Leave them, let us go,” she pleaded again. My warrior instinct told me that it was better to kill a Goliath than face the whole army of the Philistines. So I started to leave. I threw a parting shot at Lolu. “I will deal with you.”
At the moment one of the girls, Tawa, charged at me. I stopped her with my hands. She croaked: “Who you be? Useless, shameless bastard!” It was unbearable. My mother was sobbing. “Kazeem, leave these troublemakers alone. Let’s go, please, let us go!” I heeded her advice. As I turned, I saw the landlord. He must have been watching the whole drama, pretending to be unconcerned. The old goat!
I went back into my room and was raging so much that a button came off as I was trying to remove my trousers. I threw it on the bed and changed into another pair. Then I stormed past my mother and the landlord. “Kazeem, come back,” they called out in unison. I said to them, “Don’t try to stop me! This shit has got to stop!” I moved on. With each step I took, a certain calm descended on me because I had decided on what action to take: I would go to the police.
At the gate of the Moore police station, I uttered a silent prayer. I knew the reputation of the scorpion gang. They were vicious and brutal, and they and they didn’t spare anyone that dared to cross their path. But I never crossed her path - she crossed mine!
I opened the gate and the policeman stationed beside it questioned me. “Wetin you dey find?” I explained to him. He muttered: “Drop something. Two hundred naira is not too much. Na so we dey do.” I gave him a Hundred. Then he showed me the way to the counter. There I met a fair skinned policewoman. The fairness looked acquired to me. “Wetin happen?” Her accent betrayed her mid-western origin. I started explaining in ‘Queen’s English’, but then realized she wasn’t getting my explanation, so I changed to pidgin. She sounded incredulous. “You mean say for your presence she dey curse ya mama?” Her voice was low: “You ready to make case?”
“Yes,” I answered impetuously. The policemen behind the counter looked at me.
She continued, “Go bring N2,000!”
My eyes popped from their sockets. I certainly didn’t have that kind of money – I only had N500. I thought one did not have to pay anything. If I didn’t get that Lolu woman arrested, I knew I would be safe even if she was arrested. I knew I just had to put up some bravado. I did not know what came over me.
“Okay, make I pay N1,000.”
“No way! The only thing wey I fit do for you be say …. hmmm, o ya bring N1,500.” there was a note of finality in her voice.
I stood there, befuddled, I decided to press further. “Make I drop N500;when dem catch the woman, I go pay the balance.”
“Sorry o! No credit today, come tomorrow!”
I left the counter, dejected. As I returned to the big, brown gate, the policeman there asked. “You don see the counter?” I nodded. Something told me he could be helpful. I explained what transpired at the counter to him.
“But dem no suppose to collect that kin’ money – e too much!” he said.
I began to hope.
He continued, “you sure of wetin you dey talk?”
“Yes.” I replied. His next statement deflated me. “Why dem no dey share us? Dem go collect that kin” money for counter and e no dey reach us here.” I was shattered, and I just slouched out of the station.

Sunday sat opposite Fred in the cramped office, leaning back he said, 'Fred, everything depend on
On you, at least we are the ones expected to be living on the farm. If you don't tell ilan,he won,t know.'K he watched the way Fred cocked his head. "Can you keep it between us?".
Fred replied, " This is no ish, I am no judas". Sunday heaved a sigh of relief.
The next day, Sunday was in the farm by quarter past eight, he met Fred standing in front of the office."
Any mortality?"
"No ish"
Beside the office was a small room with a narrow window and metal door that closes partially; there were feedstuffs arranged to one side further obliterating the tiny space. He turned to Fred.
"And this is my room."
"Doctor,s room'
Fred explained that the other spacious room will be used for storing eggs., he reassured him that it wasn't necessary for him to stay," na we we."

After they checked the five pens, they returned back to the office and checked the vaccination program for the birds. Fred counted the oil vaccine.The birds will be due for vaccination in three days.
"Wha0 of antistress"?
"Ilan does not believe in that."
"But it is wrong."
"That is how he wants it, and so far so good."