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Jeffman1419:
Sometimes i feel 2 hav mixed day but after reading ur update, i bcome cul. CENTI u ar throughly a genius. But obviously u're begining 2 live maya out of d story or did she travel 2 abuja 2 ATIKULATE

Lol. Maya returns this week. Nice to have you bro.

agatoid:
Guy, I started reading your thread yesterday evening and I was so hoped that I couldn't stop until I caught up.
I have to tell you you are doing great ������������������������������������������������������������������������
Keep up the good work and....
uhm
update please

Wow. Nice to have you man...update ready

Fazemood:
Yes finally I got to meet up with you guys. Men, I must say that this is my best story online now. You are amazing centino and intelligent. Your words have really spoken into my life, every quote and statement you've made here are words of a wise man. You are gifted. Keep it up bro

Thanks Fazemood. Great to have you here.

DaV8King:
Centino, the way you give we Katakatans joy,
So shall you never look for joy in your life.

So shall favour always find you and so shall all you touch always be successful.

Eagerly and loyally awaiting your midweek update.

Bless

PS You have a message boss!

Message well received. You're the man!

DniggaJoe:
so I don reach here...how you manage to liaise your updates with current happenings is mindblowing....been ghost reading but I see say I must break am..... na you be the real winch.

Welcome.

I'm able to comment finally. I couldn't have made any effort to, safe for the many lessons Centino is doling out.

God bless whatever yo do

JimMumin, nice to have you on our Street

solostar1:
simple, nice, suspense filled, funny, comprehensive,... what am missing? Centino you are a good storyteller. keep it UP.
But on another note, I now have to join the early morning toilet(update) queue for 225 katakata street.

Welcome to Katakata Street

daymeelarday:
this is one of the funniest updates ever. Wonders never end at 225 Katakata street. Thanks for always giving me something to look forward to on Sundays Centino.

You're welcome man

beautygboel:
Crocodile, Tortoise, Dog!!!

Centino you are missing one important animal, please include snake jaree so lala will be happy with you.



Well done sir

Na true o. Instant front page

But you know Agbonyibo will not tell them everything he does

lakesman1:
Oga centino don't u think we need a northerner too

Noted.

Smazlexander:
New neighbour? So Centino Na Early Morning Things Be This Sunday But Can I Ask You Where katakata Street Miss World Maya.So Who Wan Bet With Me That Time Say Mama No Go Die...

Maya dey rest make others perform. 225 Katakata Street get 1000 characters. Watch out for Agbonyibo

Abelranking:
early mo mo update.... Nice one Centino... I just cant wait for Jos to move in nd make up for what she caused on Achike's bro. Maybe give him a treat.
Biko where the hell is beautiful Maya?

Jo is definitely coming back. And Maya still dey of course. Na long story

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A NEW NEIGHBOUR


Ndifreke rode back with Irikefe and Castro and met the men where they had left them. No one seemed to be in a hurry to leave the gathering. It was Saturday after all and there was so much going on.

Irikefe’s walked straight into their midst still holding his jaw. Whatever hit him did hit him hard as his face appeared to be askew.

“Bia, what happened to you?” Achike said.

“Akunna. That mad man hit me and removed my tooth.”

“Ntoiii.”

“We have to call those psychiatric hospital people to come and remove him from here.”

“We are not calling any psychiatric hospital people. Shebi you said he was all right. That he should stay here and kill his mother. You were jumping up and down and enjoying his wrestling. I don’t know why he left any teeth in your mouth.”

Irikefe opened his mouth to speak, but Ndifreke tugged at his shirt urging him to stay quiet. He did.

“Efe” Mr Zubi said. “It is good that you have now realized what the rest of us had already seen. Now draw your own ears. Our people say ashes fly back in the face of those that blow them. Stay away from Akunna.”

Irikefe still smarting from Achike's comments said, “I have good news for you Mr Achike.”

Everyone looked up.

“Nurse Josephine is coming back. So there is still hope for you,” he said and retreated.

“Papa Efe. Warn your son. If I have not been in this compound since he was born I would have blamed you for his upbringing. But still, warn him, because what Akunna did to him is small compared to what I will do.”

Papa Efe who was tapping his feet on the floor and shaking his head looked up sharply. Irikefe maintained a safe distance from his father.

“Is the nurse really coming back?” Lukman said.

“Ask them.”

“Yes she is coming back," Ndifreke said.

“Is that a good thing?”

“She is a tenant here. Her rent has not expired.”

“Is she not ashamed?”

“You worry about yourself.”

As they spoke, the Landlord’s four-wheel drive came to a halt on the other side of the gutter. His driver Suraju ejected himself from his seat, spun over to the other side, and opened the door of the back seat for Alhaji Sirika. Someone immediately remarked that his Agbada looked like the exact one Governor Ganduje converted to a safe for his $5million dollar kickback. Two other men alighted from the red jeep.

“Welcome Alhaji,” they said in unison. Lukman and Josiah prostrated. Alhaji Sirika nodded and searched the faces. He put his two hands under his agbada and adjusted it with a twirl of the shoulders. Papa Efe rushed forward and extended his two hands and bowed. Alhaji Sirika shook his hands and said "What have you people been up to in this compound?”

“Everything is okay Alhaji,” Papa Efe said.

“Alright. I have good news. I have brought a new tenant.” Alhaji Sirika then waved a hand and one of the two men who accompanied him stepped forward. He was middle-aged, the height of Chiwetalu Agu and dark like coal tar. He had scars from stitches running from his lower lip down to his adam’s apple. Curiously, however, when he smiled his teeth were as white as snow and he even had dimples that immediately brightened his mien.

“This is my new tenant. He is from Togo. His name is…err, what is that you name again?”

“Agbonyibo” he said, with a voice as soft as a eunuch’s.

“Agbon-wetin?” Papa Efe said.

“Agbonyibo. Na Togo name.”

“Where will he live Alhaji? There is no vacancy now,” Mr Zubi said, desperate to avoid Agbonyibo’s smiling face.

“He will occupy that murderer Talabi’s room and shop. This is a proper tenant. He paid two years for both the room and shop.” With a huge grin, he looked at Achike and said “Omo Ibo. You know that is the kind of tenant I want in my house.”

“But Talabi’s things are still here,” Mr Zubi said.

“Well, not for long.” Turning to Suraju and the second man he said: “Oya, break the doors and throw his things out.”

“But Alhaji. That is not right.”

“Did you people not say he was sleeping with a man’s wife and attempted to kill his mother-in-law and ended up killing innocent children and his lover? The hangman in Kirikiri is waiting for him. His things are all for sale. He owed me two years rent.”

Sujaru went to the boot of the four-wheel drive and pulled out two crowbars and hammers and handed a pair to his companion and they went first to Talabi’s room.

“Mr Agbonyibo. What will you sell in the shop? What do you do for a living?” Mr Zubi asked.

“Abeg sir, he began with the small voice, "Make you no call me Mr because I no get money. Na Agbonyibo only I want make everybody call me.”

Alhaji Sirika gave off a full belly laughter and said “He is a humble man. Oya, tell them what you do.”

“I dey train animal.”

“Animal?”

“Yes I dey train dog and other animal.”

“Is that what you want to do here?”

“Yes sir.”

“In this residential compound?”

“Na for my shop I go dey train dem. I no go carry dem enter house.”

“But the shops are in front of the compound! We have children here.”

“Erm, Zubi calm down,” Papa Efe said. Which kind animals you are training?”


“I have dog and monkey.”

“What?”

“Sometimes I dey get tortoise and crocodile.”

“Jerusalem the land of mercy!” Achike cried. “Croco-gini?”

“Na pikin crocodile. I dey sell am before he start to lay egg.”

“You keep crocodiles in a shop?”

“E get special drum I dey put am. No worry sir. Nobody go know say dat kind tin dey this compound.”

Mr Zubi turned to Alhaji Sirika and said “Alhaji. This is not acceptable.”

“In my house? Azubuike! In my house I built with my money?!”

“Alahji, in my village we dey forbid monkey” Mkpoikanna said.

“Who is this one?” Alhaji Sirika said, looking at Mkpoikanna like a leper offering a handshake.

“Suraju!” Have you not finished breaking the door?”

“I dey come Alhaji!” Suraju answered from the corridor and then surfaced holding one side of a cane sofa. His companion had the other side and they plumped it down on the frontage. They had already arranged his cooking utensils and other sundry items on it. They rushed back inside and brought out all of Talabi’s meager belongings; among which was a sack full of pornographic materials: DVDs and old Playboy magazines. Alhaji Sirika rummaged through everything and then said, “How will he not be sleeping with somebody’s wife when his most prized possessions are blue films.”

Everyone else was concerned about Agbonyibo, who stood back with the smile not leaving his face as Alhaji Sirika and his goons threw Talabi’s things around.

“Look at his eyes,” Achike said. “He looks like a crocodile. How can we allow this to happen?”

“Alhaji Sirika has collected his money. That is all that matters to him. Now we have to live with this creature.”

“Nothing good ever comes out of Togo. Emmanuel Adebayo said they have very bad juju. That is what his family used on him that made him to stop scoring goals for Manchester City when he would not give them money.”

“Where was he living before? We need to know and find out why he is leaving.”

“I suspect his crocodile swallowed somebody’s child and they chased him away. Alhaji Sirika only cares about money.”

“What sort of problem is this biko? Who buys crocodiles?”

“They use it for pepper soup in Togo. I’m am sure that all the Togolese people that walk barefoot in this Lagos and selling pito and akamu that they put garlic inside will be coming here to buy crocodile to go and cook soup.”

“God forbid bad thing.”

“You better be ready.”

“Was Wasiu who was selling igbo not better than this?”

“How about the dangers of having those kinds of animals around?”

“There is also dog and tortoise according to him.”

“You see what Buhari is causing in this country? Before he came Togo people were far away,” Mkpoikanna said.

Alhaji Sirika’s men now had all of Talabi’s personal belongings out on the frontage and moved over to break the shop open. Thirty minutes later, Talabi’s two sewing machines, two stools, a bench, a cutting table, and an ironing board were also out in the open.

“Papa Efe, arrange for a truck to pack these things and take to the Baale’s house. I have already discussed it with him.”

“Okay sir!” Papa Efe said.

“Get a carpenter and change the locks immediately. Agbonyibo will come for the keys in the evening.”

“Okay sir.”

Then Alhaji Sirika turned to Agbonyibo and said, “The room and the shop are yours. Come for the keys in the evening.”

“Thank you sir,” he said and prostrated.

“Agbon-agbon. Agbon-yanky. Agbon-fineboy!” Alhaji Sirika teased and ballooned out his agbada and made a little dance with his waist and then eased upright and gathered his agbada again. He then waved with his two hands and said “okay bye bye everybody o! Agbon! You can hang around and get to know your new neighbors.”

“Okay thank you sir.”

They all watched as Alhaji Sirika took his place in the back seat of his four-wheel drive and Suraju shifted it into gear and went down Katakata Street to reverse. They waited for them to drive back past before they turned to Agbonyibo.

Agbonyibo clasped his hands together in the center of his chest and bowed.

“I go come to collect my key for evening sir,” he said to Papa Efe.

“When are you moving in?” Mr Zubi said.

“I go come wash the house and paint am tomorrow. So na next tomorrow.”

“When are you bringing the monkey and crocodile?” Achike said.

“Na only dog I go carry when I pack enter, the rest dem go supply me as e enter market.”

“Olodumare!” Josiah said.

Agbonyibo turned and jumped the gutter and went down Katakata Street.

“He even has a hunchback,” Josiah said.

“Yes. It is small but visible.”

“Will he be cooking the crocodile in the kitchen we all share?”

“Where else will he cook his food?”

“What if somebody eat am by mistake, especially the monkey? Mkpoikanna said.

“Then it is long throat that will kill such a person.”

“And I thought Akunna was our only problem.” Josiah said.

“We may be overreacting gentlemen. He does look a nice guy.”

“He sells dog, tortoise and crocodile Cosmas. Have you ever heard of a thing like that before?”

Mr Cosmas kept quiet.

“As soon as I saw Alhaji Sirika wearing that white agbada I knew nothing good would come out of it,” Josiah said.

“See how Ganduje has given agbada a bad name.”

“You will see that nothing will happen to that one now because he is in APC.”

“He has constitutional immunity from prosecution unless the state legislature impeaches him.”

“What of Oshiomhole? Does he have immunity? Did the Federal High Court not order his arrest and prosecution for fraud while he was Edo State Governor? Meanwhile, they have kept Fayose in custody. Even beyond the constitutional forty-eight hours.”

“Gentlemen, I am not interested. We are having a strange new neighbor called Agbonyibo. Let that sink in,” Achike said and walked back into the compound and into his room.

“Wetin Agbonyibo mean sef?” Mkpoikanna asked Josiah.

“When he comes, you can ask him. He is moving in in two days time.”



TO BE CONTINUED.

obong003:
Bro, I started this story last night and I was held bound till I finished it now. Guy mbok my name where my mma gimme na Ndifreke, come update mbok. Sosongo ette.

obong owo! Welcome, eyen eka. You're mentioned

aytuns:
Baba Centino, thanks for the update.. I really appreciate the fact that you are trying to make the story as current and relatable as possible.. But to me it's beginning to feel like you are focused more on the political dialogue (which will always be subjective) than the story itself. Like the last episode for instance where the only major event was at the hospital. So I could have just skipped the other parts and read only the last two paragraphs, and I won't miss anything important..

Pardon my epistle, I hope you get my drift.

It's okay to skip the boring part to the part that interests you my guy. Hopefully, you don't need to do that every week

cerowo:
finally here
thumbs up centino , u are the best

Nice to have you on our Street Welcome.

hottadiva:
This is magnificent. Great job @centino

Thanks.

[quote author=Smazlexander post=72150966][/quote]My man. I go try. If not possible I go make sure Sunday own heavy wella

[quote author=rickleye post=72142080][/quote]Welcome to Katakata Street rickleye. We love new comers

I get your suggestion man, just that it's not a style I dig that much. I even toy with eliminating the "he said" "she said" dialogue tags I use altogether (you'll see that as you approach page 100 ) because it slows down the narrative and can also be boring. I want my reader to participate at a deeper level. Know the characters, understand how their minds work, know who is saying what without the speakers being identified and as I have been doing this lately I've been waiting for someone to point it out but it hasn't happened as my readers can easily identify Mr Cosmas, or Irikefe or Mr Kingsley by just the words spoken. Like this the story moves along nicely and no one misses a thing and more fluff is eliminated.

I like Paterson but there are others like Laura Drake who reason like me and want to create a story that is bigger than the characters and get readers more involved which translates into greater appreciation

See you at page 104 before the next update

LabUdegbe:
walks into a bar..
"madam give Centino one cold big stout.."

Guy, how you take know my brand

SunFlow:
Centino thank you...

My man SunFlow. You're welcome. Hope you're doing well?

Kirgyakos:
Centino! it is either u once were a seminarian or that u once stayed or are With a priest...!

If not, how come u know so much about the scripture n some moral teachings...!

All the same sha!! u just too much...!

Ur politics n football analysis na bomb...!

Do you know what I think?

I think u are a genius.

Thanks for the accolades bro and welcome to Katakata Street

niqablady:
This update is indeed enlightening especially concerning the current situation of the country.

thanks for making my day centino....I will surely support katakata progressive party once created(lol?

You're welcome. Let's hope Castro is serious

[quote author=EkopSparoAyara post=72083736][/quote]Thanks for the good spot man. Corrected in a flash

As for Atiku, this is not my position as Centino the man. Though I'm not concerned about his age, as he does look fighting fit and I know a few sickly 40 year Olds, he is in reality the only viable alternative as this is really between the APC and PDP. Bishop Oyedepo who followed him to go and see Obasajo knows this. We all know if it were up to him he'd be behind a born-again-speaking-in-tongues faithful tither.

I'll give my vote to Kingsley Mohgalu. I look at Canada and France with envy. Young, smart, bold, fresh, progressive. I think Donald Duke is egoistic and blew his chance when he refused to be running mate to Yar'Adua because he wouldn't be anybody's vice. Had he put the nation and service first, he'd have been president in place of Jonathan and could have even won a second term. And the revelation of Ngozi Okonjo Iweala that Mr Duke came to her in the US to tell her not to agree to serve in Jonathan's government so as not to give the administration credibility is damning. And for the record, Duke did not deny this.

So our men on 225 Katakata Street are only being realistic.

Smazlexander:
Me I Have Not Understand Again

Why na...my man

queenitee:
Lemme invite some people
Evajael, Kimberlywest, centino, jagugu8li, fazemood, Eyinimofeoluwa, creeza(been long tho, where have you been?) pinkfeet

Present my queen.

Oriyomin25:
I haven't read much story on nairaland but this is definitely one of d best I av read.
As a writer, I have learnt to finish writing a story before posting it to avoid keeping ur readers waited for long. The same thing is happening to one of the writer [ CENTINO] I gave so much regard in one of his story he is still posting.

It is not easy really, sometimes you know what to write but you spend so much time describing d scene, the situations and even a new character just so ur readers can get the clear picture.

Thumbs up miss peju..

I hope to get some die hard and loyal fans of literature on my book by the time i started dishing it out probably by next month.

THE DIE IS CAST


The all turned when they heard the impact. Irikefe was sprawled on the floor with a bloodied mouth and head cocked to one side. They rushed over to where Akunna stood looking as confused as everyone else.

“What is going on here?” Mr Zubi said.

“Akunna, what did you do to him?”

“Me? Nothing! I just came out of the house.”

Ndifreke ordered everyone to stand back. He did a quick head to toe check, shook Irikefe vigorously, opened his airway and checked for breathing by bending over to feel his breath on his cheek while he listened for any breathing sound and watched for chest movement.

“Is he dead?”

“No. He is still breathing.”

“What is this you are doing? Go and bring your keke and let’s rush him to the hospital before he dies.”

“He is not dying. Please stand back. I know what I’m doing.”

Papa Efe came out of the house in a flash.

“What happen here?”

Everyone looked at Akunna but no one spoke.

“I think thunder fired him,” Akunna said.

“It is your mother thunder will fire,” Papa Efe said.

“I can’t wait.”

Papa Efe, with anger in his eyes, closed in on Akunna and put a finger in his face and said, “If anything happen to my boy, I will tear you to pieces with this my hand.”

By this time, Ndifreke had elevated Irikefe’s legs to restore blood flow to his brain and that revived him.

He sat up wondering what day of the week it was.

“Now we can take him to the hospital so they treat his wound,” Ndifreke said and went to get his keke.

“Why can’t we just have one day in this compound without something happening ehn? Chisco just came back and now it is Efe.”

“There is no rest for the wicked,” Akunna said and walked back inside.



“But how can he just fall down like that and begin to bleed from the mouth?”

“I think it is epilepsy.”

“The devil slapped his mouth so he can shut up.”

“Who saw what happened?”

No one did. But they were all certain it was Akunna.

“Gentlemen, remember I said we must be on guard around Akunna. We are still unsure of his state of health.”

“We are all on guard. Efe with his over-sense has been parleying with Akunna since he came back. You all saw him jumping up and down and shouting “the champ is here” and encouraging Akunna to break his mother’s back. When we wanted to send Akunna back to the hospital he argued against it and right before us, went over to Akunna and began whispering like a parrot. If Akunna knocked him out, let it be so. Let Irikefe enjoy his champion.”

“Mama Akunna has been praying back to sender prayer since that day. Her prayer has been answered.”

“How is she?”

“She has been praying with Esther every day. She has started speaking in tongues.”

“Blood of Jesus.”

“I will reiterate, please be on guard everyone. Since no one saw for a fact what happened to Efe, we do not want to excite Akunna. Let’s pray that Efe still has some teeth remaining in his mouth.”

“Atiku has picked Peter Obi as his running mate. All roads lead to Daura for Bubu.”

“Perfect choice. Both successful businessmen. Both well versed in economics. According to Reuben Abati, no one has to interpret Economic terms in Hausa to Atiku.”

“Meanwhile have you seen the list of presidential aspirants? They are so many. Everybody wants to contest for president. The only names not there are Alhaji Sirika and Papa Efe.”

“Some of them look like clowns. And there are right-thinking people there in the so-called conventions they have been having clapping for them. Is this a joke or what?”

“It is not a joke. It is democracy in action. In 2008 in America, no fewer than fifty-one people stood for the presidency with Barack Obama. In 2016 Donald Trump contested against more than one hundred if you include candidates without ballot status. Political parties like Legal Marijuana Now Party fielded a candidate. Some did not even have political parties or vice presidents. Were they all stupid or clowns?

There are hundreds of political parties in America. You will hear of parties like the Legal Marijuana Now Party I just spoke about, United States Pirate Party, Tax revolt Party, there is even a Communist Party USA. People do not sit around and moan when things are not working for them. They form political parties to champion whatever cause they believe in and during an election, they too aspire to be heard. Let our politics blossom. Let us have one thousand candidates if we want to. One vote here and two votes there weaken the chances of the main contenders. If they had a choice they wouldn’t want all these other candidates but democracy must happen.”

“But bros, don’t you think we are not yet mature for all of that grandstanding? These guys should come together and form a coalition and present one correct candidate to stand against these two old men. The person could ride on the back of youth and cause an upset.”

“They tried it with the Presidential Aspirants Coming Together group that produced Fela Durotoye even though many felt it should have been the cerebral Kingsley Moghalu. The following day, Mr Moghalu and even Oby Ezekwesili who was part of the process went their separate ways and are now contesting on different platforms, as they are well within their rights to do.”

"And they are also well within their rights to fail woefully as they will fail. Bloody attention seekers.”

“At any rate, Atiku represents the best alternative. Rich and independent. There will be no questionably wealthy money bag godfather or ex-governor doling out funds and trying to own the president.”

“But after his inauguration, he said I belong to everybody and belong to nobody.”

“In a pirated speech.”

“Atiku cannot enter America they say. He was being investigated for corruption. We cannot also quickly forget the sixteen years of rot of the PDP. He was in government for eight of those years. Two twitter warriors were the other day debating the achievements of PDP and APC following one of them asking what project Buhari has started and completed. The outcome was revealing.”

“OBJ is fighting to get him back into the US. That reconciliation with Baba was a masterstroke. OBJ has never supported a loser.”

“Anyway, Bubu has just ordered a full implementation of executive order number 6 banning fifty politicians suspected of corruption from traveling out of the country. A list is already making the rounds.”

“Any list that does not contain Tinubu, Oshiomhole and Amaechi is incomplete.”

“The APC has just pressed the panic button.”

“2019. The die is cast."



Castro joined them in the keke to the hospital.

Irikefe refused to answer any questions from the two of him on what happened to him but continued to spit lumps of blood as they rode on.

“Tell me Irikefe” Ndifreke said. “I need to know. What will I tell them at the hospital?”

“I don’t want to go to the hospital. I just wanted to leave that place. Get to under the bridge and stop,” Irikefe said.

“Your mouth is still bleeding and you were unconscious. We have to be sure it was nothing serious.”

“But bros, what was all that you were doing to revive him?” Castro said.

“Simple first aid. Primary survey since he was unconscious. If he wasn’t breathing I would have commenced CPR.”

“What is CPR bros?”

“Cardiopulmonary resuscitation. Chest compressions with artificial respiration to keep the heart and vital organs functioning until help arrives. In most cases the casualty comes to and is placed in a recovery position. Well, he didn’t need all that. Elevating his legs was enough.”

“Bros how do you know all that?”

“I learnt it during my NYSC.”

“Bros will I ever do NYSC? Ordinary admission I cannot get. I think I will just kuku go and form a political party.”

“That would be something.”

“Katakata Progressives Party.”

“I will join if your manifesto is good.”

“Erm bros. Please hurry,” Irikife said, his hand still over his mouth.

“Why tell me to hurry? Didn’t you just say you weren’t going to the hospital again?”

“Look,” he said.

They all looked and saw Nurse Josephine in uniform swaying towards the hospital.

“Nurse Josephine!” Castro cried.

“It is she alright. There are not two of that ass in Lagos.”

She got there before them.

As the doctor examined him, Irikefe made sure to insist that he be attended to by Nurse Josephine after it was established that the fainting was not indicative of anything serious.

Josephine was professional and behaved as if she did not recognize the patient.

“Now shut up if you want me to treat you,” she said as questions flew out of his mouth like pellets from a machine gun.

She gave him warm water to rinse his mouth and then a sterile gauze to bite on. She then applied a cool compress on his jaw for the pain and swelling and gave him an ice cube to suck on. She left him and returned moments later with some ibuprofen tablets.

“If you had seen the tooth and handled it well it could have been reinserted. But I guess you have to spend the rest of your life with a gap tooth. By the way, which of the lunatics there did this to you?”

“AKunna. You don’t know him.”

“I heard about him.”

“Nurse Jo, you gave it to Wasiu, why?”

“Fvck off” she said and walked back to the reception where Ndifreke was waiting.

“You know we need to talk nurse.”

She thought about it, Ndifreke was the most reasonable man she knew, and she did need to talk to someone. So she winked at the doctor on duty who had not taken his eyes off her since Ndifreke walked in and then whispered something to the head nurse and followed Ndifreke outside.

“No questions,” she said.

“How is that possible nurse. The compound hasn’t been the same since you came and left.”

“What did I do? I did not look for anybody’s trouble. It is not my fault if the men cannot control themselves.”

“Wasiu. It wasn’t rape right?”

“I said no questions.”

“Answer me Jo.”

“No it wasn’t. I thought I was fvcking you. He was good enough for me to want him again. I regret everything now."

"Hmmm."

"How is Chisco? I owe him. Boy is a hero.”

“He nearly lost the eye.”

“He didn’t?”

“No. Not completely at least.”

“Thank God.”

“When are you coming to take your things?”

“Who told you I am coming to take my things?”

“But you have moved out.”

“No I haven’t.”

“Are you thinking of coming back?”

“I broke up with Donnie. He found out about Wasiu. Wasiu actually came to blackmail me and I told Donnie what transpired. He’s too proud to share a woman with a riffraff as he called Wasiu. And I was already tired of the relationship.”

“So because of that, you are coming back?”

“I have nowhere else to go.”



TO BE CONTINUED.

donsimoniiblog:
Waiting for update Bros

Na today?!

Culin:
"started from the bottom now we're here..".
Finally caught up on page 102. Nice story you got going centino. Even though I was getting angry at some point because bad people were getting away with their actions, I can see things are starting to get balanced.
I like the way you fuse in current happenings, makes it easy to relate with the story. Keep it up!
...can't wait for that old witch to die in a slow pathetic Nollywood style.

There can never be joy for the wicked.

Nice to see you catch up with us. Welcome to Katakata Street

eyesofpearls:
Awesome update Centino! Thank you!

My take exactly on Kavanaugh’s drama! He who is without sin should throw the first stone!

As a teenage boy it’s not acceptable but should be understandable... it’s not like he did it recently!
(That’s if he really did)
Some thirty something years ago fa?!
The Democrats really don’t want him. I understand the sensitivity of a supreme Judge but then again Haba!
If they do that kind background check for Nigeria!
Jesu! (My hand dey my head)
You spoke well concerning our ladies...
We really should be on guard more and learn to stop teasing unnecessarily... cos when e happen we begin shout wolf!

Thank you! Educative and interesting as usual.

You're welcome eyesofpearls

Speaking of that kind of background checks here...hian! Disaster. Worst part is that no one even cares. An ex governor told of how he went to see our famous Egba president in his office during office hours. After waiting and waiting he saw 3 buxom obviously just fvcked ladies coming out of the office before he was ushered in! Korokoro!

To think that Bill Clinton was impeached in the US for enjoying only a BJ out of sight!

Like you said, gals, help us ehn...we don't need the teasings. If you want to give, give. If you don't want, abeg stay in your lane to avoid stories that touch

Samfee001:
[color=#990000][/color]Centino, you've been a source of joy to me through your creative expression, your environmental awareness in the course of writing this story is just amazing, you are just so unbelievable, more grace i pray upon you.

Many thanks for the appreciation man. Amen to the prayer