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I HAVE DONE SOME GREAT BAD THINGS PART 1
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Its hard 4 a kid 2 rememba all he did in their
childhood days xcept 4 sum realy memorable
event which sticks to their memory…i am no
xception.Bt i seem 2 rememba a lot more..At
age 7yrs,hw i came 2 be in the vilage nd found
myself wit my grandma in Avu,owerri-west
LGA,i neva knew…I was told dat whn i was
born,dat my grandpa’s death made my
grandma lonely nd so she askd 2 tak me wit her
2 kip her company in the vilage at my 2nd
birthday….it was granted….dats how i came 2
be in the villa..i rememba dose times whn my
grandma carried me at her back 2 various
places,events,meetings,etc…..whn i became
4yrs old,i was enrolled in2 nursery1…nd this is
hw my journey began……….
That day when i was enrolled,i met my
first friend Eunan…Unknown To me,Eunan was
even from the same kindred with me,and you
know as kids,we usually love playmates a
lot…..Eunan’s mum teaches in the Avu Primary
school,nd so while she picks her son,he picks
me too….we started off on a good note,and
before one could say jack,we are in nursery
3,and i am now 6yrs old….All along our nursery
years,i only came second once,that was the
time Eunan came first…….And so it was while i
was in nur3 as we were about to enter primary
one that i met Erimma…..Just like me,Erimma
also is living with her grandparents,but not in
my kindred……They came from Mbieri and
settled in our village(they later relocated to my
kindred)….At this time,still plying in the
innocence of childhood,we became really good
friends….Even her younger brother came to
take me as a big brother,and so it went on and
on….By Gods Grace,we entered primary 2 and
that is the begining of my bad deedz
mainly,even as a kid.
The year was 1997,i was 8yrs old,and by
this time even though i was still a kid,my
grandma was already hyping me calling me
“dimkpa”(young man with strenght)…That
fateful day on a saturday,my grandma has
gone
for a wedding,my uncle went to work as
usual,so i was alone in the house when my
cousin(please what do you call your dad’s
cousin daughter?)came to our house,to our
parlour cuz dat waz where i was staying that
time….i greeted her as usual…
.she was
13-14yrs dat time,fair,prety nd average
height,she was also blessed wit big behind
too….As she usualy does,she went to the mini-
library in our parlour,took a story book and
started reading….i was innocently flipping
through pages of books i cant or couldnt
comprehend when she came near me and
joined me….At a point she asked me if i had
had s*x before….she said “imetula ihe aruruala
mbu?” (which means have you had s*x
before?)i said no….she offered to teach
me….but she said i must follow her to their
house first…..Most of You will be wondering
why,but i dont normally even go out to there
house,that was why she insisted……And so i
followed her….I never really knew i was walking
into a break of innocence,but not even through
the real way,bt 2ru Inbreeding.
Her name is Uchechi,the second to last born of
that my Uncle…As we entered their house
(which is just like 20steps from my own),we
went 2 her room…Her younger sister,Maci
(Otuomasirichi)was there and so she sent her
on an emergency errand to keep her off a
while….She immediately locked the door,went
unclad and told me to do same….I was like
wowwww!!,And my Greatman down there
imediately came alive…..At her age,she really
had a sweet succulent Manchester(but i was
innocent then,so i knew nothing.)…She now
told me exactly what to do On her body….I
went close 2 her,started rubbing on her
manchester childishly,and she just grabbed my
head,pressed it to her manchester,told me to
use my tongue and be scrolling around the
nippples..i did..i can recall,she really went
high,grabbed me closer,took my Greatman and
made it penetrate her as she let out a soft
moan….she told me to be thrusting her by
pushing me back and fro while she was lying
down,with me on top…..We continued 2 do dis
till her sister came back and knocked,and so we
quicky dressed up as she told me “with
time,you will be better….”..i nodded…She gave
me the biscuit her sister bought as i heard
“ODINAKA……ODINAKACHUKWU O…..kedu ebe i
no”…which means,odinaka,where are u? That
was my grandma calling….I immediately
answered and rushed out.


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HOUSE OF COMMOTION Part 1
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51 years old Alhaji Alhaji Abdul brought out
a box containing an engagement ring and
flashed it before his 23 years old lover, who
was ten years younger than his eldest son,
begotten by the first of all his 3 wives.
Alhaji Abdul: “Fatimah, will you marry me?
Will you spend the rest of your beautiful life
with me in my paradise?” he asked sitting
comfortably on the chair in the posh
restaurant that they had visited in Armani
hotel, located in the heart of Dubai.
Fatimah couldn’t believe her eyes. The rich
and famous Alhaji Abdul asking her to marry
him? No, that was too much for her young
heart to contain.
Alhaji Abdul: “I am waiting for your reply,
sarauniyyar mata (Queen of all women)” he
said flashing her his sparkling white teeth.
Fatimah: “are you serious about this, alhaji”
she asked afraid that he may be pulling a
stunt on her.
Alhaji Abdul: “I have told you several times
not to call me alhaji. Leave that for my
domestic staff and outsiders. You are my girl
and there is no need for protocol”
Fatimah: “I am sorry, I keep forgetting”
Alhaji Abdul: “It is okay, pretty one. So, is it a
yes to my proposal?” as he said that, he
opened the red box wrapped in pink ribbons.
He brought out the ring and Fatimah’s eyes
popped out when she beheld the most
beautiful engagement ring she had seen in
reality and movies. He removed the ring and
stretched it forth to her. She obliged and
gave him her finger.
Fatimah: “yes, I will marry you, alhaji” she
said excitedly. He wore the ring on her finger
and kissed it, she shrieked at the feeling of
his beard on her finger but then she didn’t
mind. Alhaji was rich and influential and that
was all that mattered. Age afterall was just a
number.
Alhaji: “now that we are done with this, the
next step is to tell your people about us and
then tell me when I will come to see them. I
want the marriage ceremony to be done not
later than 3 months time. Is that okay my
dear?”
Fatimah: “yes, I will talk to my parents as
soon as we get back to Nigeria” she grinned
at the prospect of her getting married into
such a rich and enviable family.
Fatimah: “but alhaji, sorry Abdul. How about
your other wives? Will they welcome me as
their co wives?” she asked suddenly afraid.
Alhaji Abdul: “of course they will. I have told
you that my wives are very friendly. As a
matter of fact, the holy book permits any
man who has the will and capacity to marry
up to four wives. I am only following that
order”
Fatimah: “I understand but then the book
says a man should only marry four wives if
he can love and carter for them equally” she
added.
Alhaji Abdul: “that is what I intend to do.
Money is not my problem and you know
that. Find out from all my 3 wives if I have
ever denied them anything that they have
ever wanted. They are living better than
other women whose husband’s have only
one wife so relax”
Fatimah: “okay, my mind is at rest now” she
heaved a sigh of relief.
“ my friends will die of envy” , she thought
and smiled to herself.
After their dinner, they walked to their room,
holding hands like young people who had
fallen in love for the first time. As they
walked, Fatimah’s mind drove her back to
how she had meet alhaji Alhaji Abdul and
how their relationship started two months
ago.
It was on a Tuesday morning after their
passing out parade from NYSC, she and
other friends whose parents could not afford
to pick them with their cars as the parents of
other ex corp members were doing left the
stadium were the parade had taken place
and were trekking to Kano road where she
would take a bus to her lodge before
travelling to see her parents the next day.
When they got to Kano road, there were lots
of passengers waiting to board the buses
that were not coming. Soon the weather
changed and it was obvious that there was
going to be a heavy downpour. A bus
painted in yellow and green, typical of all
commercial buses in Kaduna pulled over and
before Fatimah could enter, her friends and
other passengers had gone in, the bus was
filled beyond capacity and there was no way
she could perch in it, not even on the engine.
The buss zoomed off, leaving her frustrated.
Soon it began to drizzle and people began to
run helter skelter. She stood under the rain,
her discharge certificate in hand, not
knowing where to go. It was this time that
Alhaji Abdul pulled behind her with his clean
ash coloured Lexus jeep.
Alhaji Abdul: “hop in, before the rain begins
to fall heavily” he said but she ignored him
and attempted to walk away but he called
out to her.
Alhaji Abdul: “are you okay at all? Can’t you
see that I am old enough to be your father
and just want to help you? Look, I am not
one of those men who go about picking little
girls on the street. I am a married man and I
just had pity on you because I can imagine
the havoc that this rain will do to your
discharge certificate. I was once a corps
member just like you and so I know what I
am talking about” without a word she
entered the car and they drove off. He took
her to her house and drove away after giving
her his complimentary card in case she
needed any help about securing a job.
That night, she couldn’t sleep as the image
of his handsome face and his exiotic car,
phones and wrist watch kept on flashing
through her head. She knew that he was way
older than her but infatuation didn’t care
about all that, she already had a crush on
him.
The next day she called him and that was
how their friendship which later graduated to
relationship started.
Alhaji Abdul was unlike other men although
he was strikingly rich. Many times he would
take her out to restaurants and boutique for
shopping and at the end of it all, he would
take her back to Zaria to her parents house
although he never entered the compound,
where she relocated to after her service year
without even mentioning S£x or any form of
intimacy.
She had thought that with time he would
reveal his true colour and ask for S£x but
that didn’t happen. He kept spending on her,
buying her designer things that she never
thought she would buy in her life. To crown
it all, he placed her on a monthly salary after
their first month of dating and he also
promised to get her a job as soon as the
budget for that year was passed, that was
the time government ministries would start
recruiting.
Their relationship was pure and simple, they
were in love with each other but S£x was not
involved. They were contended with each
other’s company. It was as a result of the
trust she had for him that she agreed to
follow him to Dubai when he told her he was
going for a two days seminar and invited her
to join him. At first, she had declined, afraid
of what he may do to her there and
considering the fact that she had never
travelled out of the country but he had
assured her that he meant no harm and she
had followed after lying to her parents that
she was travelling for a job interview in
another town with him helping her secure all
the necessary travel documents. She didn’t
know that he had planned to come and
propose to her.
Alhaji Abdul: “are you okay? You appear so
far away” he said touching her slightly and
bringing her back from her trip to memory
lane. ‘
Fatimah: “yes, I am fine. I was only thinking
of how we met, you know. This whole thing
is too good to be true” she opened up to
him.
Alhaji Abdul: “you are right. The truth is that
I never set out to fall in love with you. In fact,
I never knew that I would get married to
another woman again, but then who can
predict love? Love takes you to a place you
do not want to go and then brings you back
when you don’t want to leave there” he said
philosophically.
Fatimah: “you are correct”
That night, Fatimah could barely sleep as
she thought that alhaji would attempt to
make love to her since they were already
engaged. To her surprise, he slept without
evening extending his hand to hold her.
Their return flight to Nigeria was scheduled
for 9:30am the next morning. Fatimah’s heart
began to pound furiously when she thought
of her parents reaction when she informs
them that she was engaged to a man who
had 3 wives already and who was older than
her own father even though they had never
met him. She knew it would not go down
well with her disciplinarian and strict father.
Trouble times were surely ahead for her, that
she knew only too well.
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Question: Is this one love abi what? Is there
anything wrong with Fatimah marrying a
man older than her father? Will the other
wives accept her as Alhaji Abdul has assured
her?

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CHIKA’S WOMANLINESS PART 1
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On tuesday i met chika again at the tutorial
where we went to brush up our brain for the
post ume test. Cos i did well in my jamb.
My score was 260. When we met we greeted
as old friends and went into the tutorial. All
through
the time i was just thinking how i can corner
her in private place and teach her some new
lessons that i also learnt from kate. When the
tutorial ended i went to greet her again then
she asked me. What re u doing now? I told
her
nothing than to go home and read. She said
okay. I asked her why she was asking she
said
nothing. She asked me if my sister was at
home
i told her yes. She said she will be coming to
our house that evening to see my sister tht i
should tell her. I agreed. And i went home.
Still
tryn to work out how to bag her before the
real
undergradutes see her. So that evening.
When she came my sister went out with my
mum. Chika came with another very beutiful
girl. But the girl is a brag. She brags about
everything. I am the silent type that does all
my
home work with my brain. Chika too as i
discovered wasnt really a talking type. I can
make jokes too. So her friend was talking all
the
time they spent in our house. So when i told
her that my sister was not around, she didnt
feel so disapointed. She asked me wont u
ask
us to come in. I smiled and apologizd for
keeping them outside. She steped inside our
palour i told her to sit down. If she was alone
i
would have taken her into my room but cos
they were two. When they st down i served
them soft drinks her friend was really pissing
me off.
The friend who i dont care what her was kept
talking even when m tryn to see how to get
chika‘s attention that one was just doing
notice
me. Well after they took their drink we
watched
movie when the movie was about finishing
my
sister came back without my mum. I left
them
inside palour going into my room my sister
told
me to come back that she is going out again
to
meet mum. So i cme back sat down with
frown
face chika joked as she asked me is i dont
like
thier company. I didnt even smile i just told
that i like their company but i would really
like
to be left alone. She said why i said nothing.
Cos that her friend is making my house so
uncomfortable to me. When before long chika
said they want to go i told her okay. I walked
them to our door. They wlked like 3 steped
she
came back to me…
Chika said why are u sad whats wrong? I
said
nothing. She asked me, dont u like my
friend? I
told her that her friend pisses me off.
She smiled and said, well just became friends
few
days ago cos we all stay in my sister‘s room.
I said okay. She now asked me, when are u
going
to take me around as u promised.
I smiled better than ever at least this is the
opotunity that i v been waiting for. I said well
now, today if she wishes. She said she wish
na. I told her if
she really wishes she should send her friend
home. That i cant take her around with her
friend with us. That the day talks too much.
She said okay that she will try. I told her that
i
will be coming to the hostel in 15minutes Time so they left…
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