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XoshinugaX:
Respect to the boss himself.
Centino; the literary guru, good morning...

Good erm afternoon my man

XoshinugaX:
Centino, may you live long to witness greater success.
You relationship with your woman will never falter.
My brother, you just enlightened me on what to do to successfully stop cheating on my woman who loves me so much.
I love her too and with today's update, you've given me the knowledge on how to be a better partner.
#istandwithcentino

It is for comments like this that I write

Good to know you got something out of it

Say me well to your woman and amen to your prayer

Rajahbite:
I guess na Mama Akunna go knack Nurse Jo kpekus so

Hahahahaha "kpekus"

Ann2012:
Thanks for the update Centimo

Abeg who go knack Nurse Josephine?
Can mama Akunna just die already, I'm tired of her manipulations.

lumzybo:
If that was the case, I would like to fault the fact that she dint open her eyes to see who it was throughout the ordeal. Unless it all happened in the spirit realm but from the description, it was physically done.

Like I said, the next update should throw more light on it.

"Ordeal"

Youngzubi:
na only one thing go make this story end like this for this una trend abi thread i nor no

but if una no fit comment after reading ....then make una forget am becos me sef get plenty work for hand,i no go find time write finish una go read without saying kpeekim ... no e dey vex me reach bone

I understand my man. E dey tire person. My advice be say, if you get story to tell, tell am. If you get message to pass, pass am. So long as dem dey come view, one day dem go see something wey go push their hand to comment. Be confident in yourself and your craft. Meanwhile I sight you for my thread today and you no talk kpeekim

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THE RETURN

Mama Akunna looked up and saw a mountain of fire where the compound stood. She rocked on her feet as the face of her baby was rapidly turning crimson from the burning sensation they both felt. She would have turned back and fled; but as she contemplated it, she saw with her natural eyes neighbors running inside the compound at the sight of her. Fear. Just the lifeline she needed at that moment. Through her ethereal eyes, she saw the fear beating a path for her into the compound. It was like the parting of the red sea, though in this case, it was the appearance of a fireproof tunnel into the compound erected by the combined auras of these sorry men. Her focus immediately shifted to the soakaway where she picked up someone’s thought forms. What she saw was raging lust in the form of a dog thrashing about and headed for the compound as well. That immediately became a burst of cool air into the passage. Then suddenly the dog stopped thrashing about and vanished. The lust had dissipated, but in its place was something else. Guilt. She focused her natural eyes and saw Ndifreke standing there in utter confusion. The guilt aura surrounded him. He was going to go and be with someone other than Maya but suddenly stopped himself. He had not recovered quickly enough to make her passage any more difficult as guilt, as much as lust, helped to smoothen the way for her. Feeling safe now, Mama Akunna threw a leg over the gutter and landed in the compound and followed a cool clear path which the will of the men of little faith she shared the earth space with had created for her into number 225.



Josephine lay in bed and waited. She was sure he was going to come. She saw that unmistakable look in his eyes and knew his resolve was shattered. As time wore on and he had not come and she began to feel sleepy, she decided to leave her door ajar knowing that he would not want to knock when there was a chance that Maya or her relations could see him entering her room. She woke to the delicious sensation of him sucking her vulva. She was right all along that he was going to be something special. She liked her man knowing what to do without being told. She knew she slept off lying on her back with her knees bent upwards and legs slightly apart; meaning he just went in for her honeypot in the position he found her. She closed her eyes and squeezed her breasts together as the sweet sensation traveled through her, and just as she was getting to the edge, he stopped and turned her over. She felt his fingers, then his tongue again from this new angle, and then the wind went out of her as he filled her with the thickest pen*s ever. She gasped and her mouth hung open as she received his heavy strokes for no less than twenty minutes. Then she felt his weight on her and knew he wanted her to go flat on her belly. She obliged him and pushed her bum out to meet his now desperate thrusts and he immediately spasmed and shuddered and collapsed on top of her. They stayed that way for a few minutes to catch their breaths, and as she began to feel around for her torch to see his beautiful face, he pulled out, climbed down from the bed, and made for the door.

Oh well, with a performance like that, she had no problem forgiving his bad manners.



“I nearly fell into temptation Mr Cosmas. I was that close. I never thought I would say this but I was grateful that Mama returned the time she did.”

“In all things give thanks, then.”

“True.”

“So why did you let it happen?”

“I don’t know. I guess I thought I could handle it, afterall, we were in the open, people were passing, and surely she was not going to seduce me in the full glare of the compound.”

“Hmmm.”

“And you do know how helpful she was all the while Maya was unwell. The girl makes a lot of sense and I dare say she is a good nurse.”

“What makes you think so?”

“She is quite knowledgeable for a start. She doesn’t talk like one that does not know what she is saying. And I still owe her money.”

“I see.”

“I also didn’t want to be rude, or appear weak.”

“In the end, you saw how weak you really were.”

“Yeah.”

“But why did that happen? Why was I so overcome with desire for her that I forgot everything I knew? I forgot all about Maya, I forgot the things you and my father have thought me including everything from Sunday school. At that moment, I would have taken her bottom if they had placed that and a job and asked me to choose one. Is that to say that I lack self-control?”

“Yes and no.”

“Meaning?”

“Yes because with the right amount of self control, you would have known when to end the conversation and walk away since you felt you were obliged to talk to her. And no because – wait for it – you can’t cheat nature. Without your spirit, you are an animal no different from a dog or a goat. When an animal is in heat, it is restless until it has had its release. While you sat there having that conversation and looking at her half-naked body your spirit was so grieved it retreated and all that sat there with her was the animal you. Remember the admonition in Ephesians 4:3 not to grieve the Spirit. When you do that, it goes away and leaves you to your own devices. Left alone you are only a dog. And by its nature, a dog will follow the female. People wonder all the time why men cheat. Women are right when they say men are animals because most of the time there is nothing spiritual about the modern man. He is an empty shell living instinctively like an animal having almost killed the spirit within. So he will respond to the urgings of his body every time he has the opportunity. Catch him today and he is genuinely remorseful and promises never to do it again and even means it. But because he cannot tune to his inner man for guidance, he will fall for the next temptation. Sadly, my friend, it is natural. You cannot even blame him.”

“But it is his fault that his spirit is grieved and no longer functioning.”

“Put that way, you are right young friend. It is every man’s responsibility to keep the only thing that separates him from an animal alive and shining. A man who lives consciously perceives temptation before it comes and flees.”

“But Mr Cosmas it’s not easy.”

“I know. What you can do for a start is to set up barriers. Don’t stay alone with a woman you are attracted to or is attracted to you. If you must be together, make sure there is someone else there. If you can’t achieve that, talk about it and make sure you both understand what should and shouldn’t be. Very many times the thing just “happens”. Don’t let it. I know men who never give “playful” hugs to women who are not theirs. I know men who never take strange women in the front of the car when they are driving. Another thing that works is to make sure that at all times as you interact you are only looking a woman in the eyes; not her neck, not her hands, and of course never her breasts or bottom. To put it bluntly, never check out a woman who is not your wife.”

“How about Maya?”

“Maya is your wife.”

“Thank you Mr Cosmas.”

“You’re welcome.”

******

“Bros Freke. She is back.”

“I know.”

“Did you sleep well?”

“I did.”

“Were you afraid?”

“In truth I was, but I prayed.”

“So upon all the fire those people spat and all the anointing oil they poured Mama Akunna still walked into this compound and slept and woke up this morning.”

“The Lord works in mysterious ways. He may have caused her to repent we don’t know.”

“You think because she didn’t press you last night that she has repented?”

“It’s possible.”

“I bet you it is not so.”

Ndifreke shrugged. Let’s wait and see.”

“I wish sister Esther would bring the prayer people when she is around. I want to see what would happen when they start shouting fire! fire! fire! die! die! die! when she is passing.”

“This is not a joking matter Irikefe.”

“Of course it isn’t. I told the men to stand up like men and do something but no. They left Sister Esther to go and bring some clowns here to speak empty words, and right after the witch came back and walked in like a special guest at an event. Poor Esther even tried to do something. The men of this compound are a disgrace.”

“So that is why you did not come for the prayer?”

“Me? Bros na wa for you o” Irikefe said and scoffed. “Meanwhile I see you with nurse for soakaway. Your mouth just hang open spit dey fall comot when you dey talk to am.”

“Don’t be ridiculous Irikefe.”

“See bros, if na me be Maya, I no go kuku talk to you again lai lai.”

“Haba Irikefe, it couldn’t have been that bad.”

“I thought it was. And you just stood at attention watching her ass as she went back inside. I was surprised you didn’t go after her.”

“Well, mama came back and I remembered my spirit.”

“Which spirit again?”

“Never mind.”

“Bros that nurse don trap you. But I understand.”

“You don’t understand anything.”

“Maya will regret leaving you vulnerable.”

“Maya will regret nothing. And the nurse has not trapped me. If I did not fall for her yesterday, I will never fall for her again.”

“Hmmm.”



They arrived at the rooftop at the same time. He spoke first.

“What was all that? Why was the place so hot and unwelcoming when we arrived?”

“They prayed and spoke the word and anointed the place.”

“So they know?”

“Yes, they now know.”

“It was Irikefe right?”

“Yes, it was.”

“When do we take him out?”

“Soon.”

“Why wait?”

“All eyes are now on me. Nothing should happen to anyone now.”

“What will they do?”

“They will go and investigate. This is Africa. With our backs against the wall, we know our methods.”

“So we lie low again till they forget?”

“More or less.”

“So how did we make it through the heat?”

“Their lack of faith saw us through. The prayers and everything they did would have been effective if they had stood their ground when we arrived. They had truly fortified the compound. But they also gave us a path through.”

“So we are at their mercy?”

“We are always at their mercy. Our success or failure is solely down to the will of man. These ones are where they are in life because of their lack of faith. Without faith, you cannot succeed in anything. You will never see a successful person who did not take a risk. To take a risk you must believe. These ones don’t believe anything. All they do is blame, beg, and complain. That is not the sort of will that can take you out of poverty or repel a witch.”

“In that case, we have nothing to fear.”

“Yes, sort of. But let’s not get carried away.”

“Why we shouldn’t hurt Irikefe yet.”

“Why we won’t hurt him the way we planned to.”

“Okay, so we use the plan B.”

“Yes, we use the plan B.”


TO BE CONTINUED.

IAmkingoludav:
Centino

Bros na tomorrow na

Rimsd:
Ghost Worker shhhh sorry Ghost Reader mode deactivated, I must confess that you are good and thanks for taking out time to feed us with this educative and well construe story,

you are the real GOAT.

If you mention me in your next update you Live if you don't mention me I Live so mention me and let's live together.
Mc Centino 1918

in undertakerz Voice.....

Lol. Welcome aboard. Sure mention

eyesofpearls:
Thank you for squeezing out time for this update. Thank you for constantly giving... we appreciate you and love your work.
May the Wisdom of God continue to be at work in you.

you're welcome dearie

and amen.

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baba centino in d building right now.





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SPIRITUAL FORTIFICATION

Sister Esther felt challenged. There could not be a witch in the compound where she lived and was serving a living God. At the next service since the revelation at the council of elders’ meeting, she took the matter to the intercessory prayer unit of the church where she was deputy leader. No sooner had she finished her submission did the group rally and began to cast and bind. They released curses and fire upon the witches and wizards in Sister Esther’s compound and all other witches and wizards wherever they were congregated for one solid hour. After that, they decided they would visit the compound for prayers and sanctification. Sister Esther found time in between the world cup matches to invite everyone for the purification and fortification of Number 225 Katakata Street against witches and wizards that was coming up that same evening. There was no time to waste. The alleged witch had been gone for a week and no one knew when she was returning. They had to be prepared. There was no time.


“Have you heard that Esther is organizing a crusade?” Josiah said as the men gathered.

“I have heard. It is not a crusade. Spiritual fortification she called it.”

“What is that one, now?”

“Crusade is to spread the word and win souls. This one is to concentrate the word and destroy a wicked soul.”

“Hian!”

“Yes.”

“Okay o!”

“So what is the council doing today?”

“Lukman has to come and explain himself, and tell us why we should not hand him over to the police.”

“But what did he really do wrong?”

“Are you asking that question?”

“Well, as far as I know, he did not push the girl. He did not even talk to her.”

“He incited her brother.”

“Look, let it not be that that boy was right that we are after trivialities. I would rather we concern ourselves with other matters.”

“Like what?”

“Can’t you see what is going on in the country? Can’t you see all the deaths and killings everywhere? If it is not trailer falling and burning people, it is wife killing husband, man killing daughter, herdsmen massacring people. There is too much bloodshed in this Buhari government.”

“That is why we want to stop Lukman. We have been in the news once after Awero and her children. We don’t want to a second time.”

“All the best with that. If it were me, I won’t show up. Go and call the police.”

“Do you know that Femi Adesina came and said that there were more deaths under the PDP government compared to this APC government?”

“He is an imb*cile. What do they serve in that Aso Rock that makes respectable journalists turn into idiots the moment they step their foot there? Formally, it was Reuben Abati. Segun Adeniyi was even okay because he spoke for the fatal Yar’Adua. But this Adesina guy. How can a thinking man say that?”

“They place no value on human life. Death has now become so prevalent it is only a matter of statistics and politics. How many died today? Okay, last week it was so-so number. And then we move on.”

“The night of the Otedola bridge disaster, we managed to have light and I tuned the TV stations to see what was going on. I was shocked to see that they were not even talking about it. Some were showing bottom-shaking women in music videos and others were showing Mexican and Philipino soap operas. If this was abroad, CNN and the rest of them will stop all nonsense broadcast and take their cameras there! Here, nothing.”

“Na wa o. May God help us.”

“That is precisely the problem. We hand everything over to God and do nothing!”

“At least we have God. One with God is majority.”

“Nonsense saying and nonsense mentality.”

“At least the world cup is here to cheer us.”

“Don’t worry it will end and reality will return.”

“But what do you want me to do na? Do I have the apparatus of government? If I say let me go and protest now they will beat me up like they did to madam Oby the other day.”

“They didn’t beat her up; they just stopped her and collected her placard. At least she did something. You too, do something. We all must rise up. Every crisis you see or hear about, close or far away will one day affect you.”

“Guy, let’s talk about the world cup.”

“I agree with you.”

“He who has ears let him hear.”

“The two GOATS are out now. How refreshing.”

“It goes to show that football is a team sport. Even Maradona acknowledged that he could not have won the world cup without his teammates.”

“He was a proper team man. Have you looked at Messi and Ronaldo in their national colours closely? They both cast forlorn figures when things are not going their way. Ronaldo is narcissistic. Messi wants to pick the team. Imagine that Dybala did not kick a ball this world cup. Just because he is not friends with Messi. Their teammates generally ignore them. In Maradona’s time, when he had a bad game, he always had his mates rally round to pick him up. With these GOATS, it is not so.”

“Maybe a new GOAT will emerge now that they are both gone. Step up Neymar and Hazard.”

“There is only one GOAT. Messi.”

“Whatever.”



“You go attend the prayer?” Irikefe said to Castro.

“Yes. I told you I will take my God seriously from now on.”

“Because of witch.”

“Yes. There is no shame in that.”

“So you no go follow me go club for Apapa again?”

“Get behind me Satan.”

“Hahahaha.”

“You don see that Achike new brother?”

“I see am o.”

“Make person no find the guy trouble o.”

“Why?”

“You no see him shape? E resemble hunter.”

“Well, you now have a rival. I can’t wait for you two to fight. You think it is me that you do anyhow? This one go beat you give you sand to chop.”

“Sharaaap. Ewu Gambia.”



At about 5pm, a fourteen-seater bus pulled up in front of the compound. Sister Esther came down from the front passenger seat and waited for everyone to alight. As soon as they had all come down and the bus zoomed off Sister Esther hollered, “Praise the Lord!”

“Hallelujah!” the band echoed. Then they burst into a song directing the devil to the lake of fire and then jumped the gutter one after the other into the compound.

Castro had had chairs arranged in the frontage similar to how they did for Maya’s ill-fated Introduction, with a plastic table at the top of the rows to serve as pulpit. The leader of the group was a bulky man in his mid-thirties with an angry tone and vengeful mien. You could be sure that if he had seen Mama Akunna he could have wrestled her to the ground.

“Children of God how can you allow a witch to dwell in your midst?” He wondered aloud. “Suffer not a witch to liiiiiiiiiiive!” he thundered. “Jump on your feet, everyone! If you want to box the witch, box it. If you want to stamp on it, stamp! If you want to bite it, bite! For the next one hour, I want to see you taking a violent action against this evil entity after which we will match round this compound and anoint it and no demon in hell can ever come near!”

“Amen!”

“If they enter they will dieeeeeee!”

“Amen!”

“If they are already inside they will dieeeeeee!”

“Amen!”

“If they are about to enter they will fall down and dieeeeeee!”

“Amen!”

“Now, attack!”

And so the prayer band and compound members gathered started throwing punches in the air and stamping the ground and biting the air and clapping hands and shaking heads as they condemned the witches and wizards to the punishment that suited them. Then after an hour, they stopped and marched round the compound with bottles of olive oil which they splattered all over Number 225.



Josephine approached Ndifreke where he sat alone at the soakaway after the prayer band had left and everyone dispersed. He was lost in his thoughts and did not see her coming. He jolted to his feet when he felt her hips touch his and her soft perfume waft through.

“Sit down joor” Josephine said.

Ndifreke looked around and then slowly sat back, leaving adequate space between them.

“Why do you do this?”

“Do what?”

“Act like I’m a plague.”

“I don’t. I just wasn’t expecting you.”

“Shyness doesn’t fit you.”

“I’m not shy.”

“I hear.”

They fell silent. People were passing and throwing them glances. Ndifreke could not ignore the cleavages and creamy thighs her low-neck blouse and bum short put in his line of vision.

“Sit still Ndifreke. This is what you need. If she isn’t watching us now, someone will tell her. Text her later tonight and see if she won’t reply.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Maya. I know she hasn’t been talking to you. And all the while the prayer was going on you were only interested in catching her eyes.”

“How do you know that from where you stood?”

“Was it not so?”

“I don’t have to answer that.”

Josephine smiled and shifted, closing the gap between them.

"Let me help you, again. Nothing works like jealousy. If she thinks another woman is hitting on you, she will come running back. And you know what we did to her already.”

“I see.”

“Trust me on this and sit still. And for heaven's sake loosen up.”

Ndifreke involuntarily took a deep breath, soaking in her sweet smell.

“Good boy,” she said and chuckled again.

“Why did you stand there with your visitor dressed like this and almost necking with him while the rest of us were on this side praying? You don’t think that was disrespectful?”

She shrugged and said, “It’s a free world. I have nothing against praying but I had a guest. We couldn’t stay inside because of the heat so we came outside. I also didn’t want to drive out with him so we stood there.”

“It didn’t look nice nurse. I thought I should tell you.”

“And you following every body movement of Maya’s with your eyes when you should be praying was worse. In my case I made it obvious I didn’t want to pray. But you, you were there pretending to be praying but the whole time you were thinking about having sex with someone who was actually praying.”

“For heaven’s sake Josephine!”

“Oh, you think I don’t know that that is all men think about?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Give her time. She’s a small girl.”

“Do you think it is medical? Like post-traumatic stress disorder? Or is it that after everything that happened she realized she was mistaken about love?”

“It could be both, to be honest. PTSD is real and mostly denied in our society. The good thing is that we are built rugged, and people overcome it without even realizing it was there in the first place. As for love, those four months that that thing grew in her womb and messed up her system as much as it did would have made her see things in a different light.”

“Meaning?"

“Where did all the I love you-I love you lead? Bed. What happened in bed? Sex. What did sex do to her? Pregnancy. What did pregnancy do to her? Incapacitation.”

“But that is not the fault of love. Had we taken correct precaution all that would not have happened.”

“So why didn’t you take correct precaution?”

“I don’t know,” Ndifreke said and looked away.

“Always use a condom homeboy.”

“Thank you.”

“Let’s go to my room.”

“Don’t be silly Josephine. Your boyfriend just left.”

“We didn’t have sex. It’s still tight.”

“That’s not what I mean, and don’t be so raw.”

“So what do you mean?”

“You have a boyfriend and you want me to come to your room?”

“So?”

“That is called cheating, nurse.”

“No, it isn’t.”

“Educate me.”

“You cheat when you are in love and yet sleep with another.”

“So you don’t love him?”

“I don’t.”

“Why are you with him if you don’t love him?”

“What planet are you from?”

“I love Maya. So that rules me out.”

“A man can be in love with a woman and sleep with another and his love for the first is not threatened. Not so for a woman.”

“Are we really having this conversation, nurse?”

“You are an insanely attractive man and I want you.”

“Stop it, nurse.”

“You will cheat on Maya eventually. I’m offering you the chance to do it with someone you will not regret being with. This offer is not open forever.”

Ndifreke wanted to say something but swallowed instead.

“Why did you want to hug me when we were alone the other time after you were playing St Paul when I entered your room?"

“I don’t know. I guess I was just overwhelmed with gratitude and didn’t know how else to show it.”

“Nonsense.”

“What do you mean?”

“That was your true nature coming to the fore."

“Come on nurse.”

“If I had hugged you I would have made sure we stayed there a while and I would have put my hand in your trousers and brought out your dick and sucked it.”

“Nurse Josephine!”

“We would have had sex and then you would have jumped up and pretended as if you didn’t want it and then say it was a mistake and maybe even call me names.”

“You have a wild imagination.”

“I want it to be that when we have it; we do so consciously because we both want to. And then afterward you will have a thing or two to teach your little girlfriend.”

“I will tell your boyfriend when next he comes,” Ndifreke said.

“No you won’t,” Josephine said and stood. She put her hands through the opening of her blouse under her armpits and adjusted her bra, twisting her waist in the process and allowing her eminent behind to bubble within his line of vision. His erection was instant.

“I’ll be waiting for you. Tonight,” she said and swayed away.

Ndifreke’s heart rate tripled as he watched her retreat. It was four months he was last with Maya. He wanted a woman. He wanted Josephine.
As he stood to go inside the compound a green keke parked and Mama Akunna alighted carrying her baby grandchild. Though they had only finished praying, inhabitants of number 225 Katakata Street who were standing outside fled in different directions, mostly into the compound and into their rooms.

The witch was back. The nurse's room was not where Ndifreke now wanted to be found.


TO BE CONTINUED

nationalnwa:
Centino... What the happen na..
Nice work by the way..

Still cooking. today, today

monalicious:
I think the reigning trend on NL is dragging your stories for years. This story started out really good, very interesting and educative. But now . Centino's updates are too far apart, just like Larrysun. May God help you people oh, you should try to emulate Obehid when it comes to "how to treat/keep your fans". Good bye

monalicious, clearly you are not following this thread. I know it can be boring going through comments when all you really want is to enjoy the story but it does help not to make sweeping statements especially if there's a chance you don't know the whole story.

This, here, is not your regular story. Those who follow the thread closely know. If I do not lose steam it will "drag" on in perpetuity. This is not a story that is planned to end. I know nothing lasts forever and one day I will stop writing it but the idea is to come here once a week and have my characters talk about goings on. It so happened that there's a recognisable plot which we have come to enjoy but I could cut that out and keep the original idea.

I see you binge read in the beginning and then started following updates, otherwise, you would have noticed that the updates are only now getting more regular as I didn't start out doing twice a week as I have managed in the past three or four weeks.

I'm sure you don't want me to remind you that Nairaland writers are doing this pro bono with monikers and most of our readers have no idea what we're like in real life. If they gave it a thought, "fans" would be only grateful because some of us do not have to do this.

Shalombrain:
Today official makes it a year since this thread was opened...

Thanks sir Centino for the year...

You're welcome man.

Now I'm gutted I couldn't update yesterday. Woulda been nice to have an update on the very anniversary. But no worries. The next one (tomorrow) will be big

quinSonia:
I go abandon this story till next year, so by the thing I start to read m update go don plenty well well 4 me

HelenBee:
Happy anniversary to the writer and followers.

Wow that's true o!

Thanks for the wishes HelenBee.

Bumper anniversary edition loading...

Patotelli:
Hmmmm, d trouble sexy boy is here, i see d new boy Chike banging Maya mom(bcox he sabi pound fufu) and nurse Josie(bcox of his body structure). Say na me talk am. Kudos to u my oga Centino, pls tag me in ur next comment. Go bless us all.
Amen
#patotelli
#pattoski

Mehn pattoski! Who showed you my notes!

Have to find another angle then .

Hold my beer.

Smazlexander:
Finally A Nairalander Took A While.........Been Following Since Last Year Just Decided To Leave Ghost Reader Mode...... Oga Centino Thumbs Up Double Twale For You Continue I Full Ground Like Sand

Wow, welcome to Nairaland man, and I'm honoured you first landed on my thread

Good job man! May your ink never run dry

xaviercasmir:
bro. Are you related to Centino. Because you write like him. Keep it up. And you just got a fan.
Oga Centino please come and check.

I'm here. Okay let's take a look.

emmaokw:
Centino... I'm suspecting mama for Nigeria loss against Argentina....

You're right o

chizko4me:
Thanks for the mention #CENTINO @(Chisco)........ For giving it a thought and the update don relief my tension from the Nigeria match.
It also give us the reader the joy to know dat you follow and also go through our comment.
Chisco is a good footballer, a midfielder, and pass the ball with easy. 225 katakata na bomb.

You're welcome man.

Yes I go through the comments and try to respond as much as possible. But that's what this is about na...we're here having fun even though I know some smart alecs are dubbing and doing all sorts with my work.

This Chisco will not be the one you know o but yeah, you inspired his introduction

mrsnow94:
Thanks 4 d upda8..

I tought Talabi ran away..pls check ur 1st line

He did. I only mentioned his "abandoned shop".

MhiztaRange:
savvy

Man, just saw your submission over at the June writer of the month thread. Now that's something. Thanks.

Macdow:
Thanks for the acknowledgement and most importantly, the unexpected update. I hope the Super Eagles compliment your gesture by giving us a win against the Argentines today .

Meanwhile, 225 Katakata is a gift that keeps on giving.

Dem fall our hand bros

pgodson7:
confirm! wud love to see a scenario of freke and nurse getting it down tho

Badt guy.

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I did this one in a hurry, partly to accede to the request to update before the Nigeria match and also for the reason that I don't know the state I'll be in after the match, making tomorrow severely threatened . Thanks for the comments above, especially to you Macdow. Nice to know my Katakata is really useful. Welcome man!



CHISCO

Maya was discharged two days later after Ndifreke received his unexpected largesse. He made it to the hospital early before the doctor did his ward round and paid the bill and waited outside in the taxi he had chartered. Maya came through the hospital gate in the company of her little sister Clementina. She looked pale and emaciated but Ndifreke still felt his heart do a backflip when he set his eyes on her. It would have been difficult to convince a person who was seeing Maya for the first time that she could look any better. She moved with the same grace as before even though more gingerly and when she stopped to smile reassuringly to her sister you could still see that glow in her face that soothed Ndifreke and made darkness to feel like daylight to him. He jumped out of the cab and held open the door of the backseat and looked pleadingly into her eyes as she stopped and considered going in the opposite direction.

“Please my dear,” He said to her. “You can’t walk home neither should you consider an okada or keke. Please let me do this for you my love.” It was because one or two passersby stopped in curiousity that Maya accepted the offer and took the backseat of the cab.

“Sit in front,” she said to Ndifreke, who nodded and ushered Clementina into the cab beside her sister before taking his position as commanded. They rode back in silence.



Achike sat on a stool in the frontage and held his face in his two hands while tapping his feet and watching the road. Today his brother Chisco was joining him in Lagos. He did not know what prompted him to put his latest picture on facebook. The comment from his uncle, which he deleted as soon as he saw it, was one that was going to change his life forever. “Stay there in Lagos and be chopping and let your stomach continue to grow big. The spirit of your late father, my brother is watching you as you have allowed your only brother to rotten here in the village.” He had immediately deleted the comment and made a phone call to his uncle. Achike was the only one in his village who had not trained anybody his uncle reminded him. Everyone else found a way to help their relations as soon as they made it in the city but Achike chose to eat alone and then put such a provocative “belleful picture” for the world to see. It was not that he did not want to bring Chisco to Lagos Achike explained again; it was because he lived in one room and was only now beginning to make headway in life with his retail okrika bsiness. Bringing Chisco any earlier would have been premature. His uncle reminded him that he had lived in that same one room with another boy fron that village whom everyone called his brother before the boy succeeded in relocating to Malaysia and left the room for him. So he should carry Chisco, who would also try to forge a life for himself and who knows, may also become the catalyst for something better for Achike. Achike knew that Chisco was not going to be any catalyst for anything. Chisco was lazy, gluttonous and headstrong and bringing him into a compound that already had boys like Castro and Irikefe filled him with dread. But that day had arrived. And as he sat there thinking and watching the human traffic that poured in and out of 225 Katakata Street, an okada pulled up and Chisco jumped down, paid the bike man and ran into the compound like he had lived there all his life. Achike stood as Chisco jumped on him.

“Big bros, Nna ehn…. God bless you,” Chisco said, “So today I don reach Lagos, chai Chineekee!” He was twenty-three. About the same height as Achike with a face as round as an eggroll as Irikefe later described him and everything else that suggested that with something like a hundred meals in the future he would have a stomach exactly like Achike’s. As soon as he Achike showed him to their room and he dropped his bag, he said to his brother “I dey go Russia.”

“You have only just arrived in Lagos, you this nonsense boy. Let me show you around the compound. Find something and eat and let me tell you what you have to know about life in this city.”

“Big bros. Na France and Denmark, Australia and Peru this afternoon before Nigeria go play for night. I no go miss anyone. As okada dey bring me I see one place wey boys stand plenty for this street. Make I reach there I dey come.”

Achike opened his mouth to speak but Chisco had already bundled away. It was not any less than he expected from his brother. Now he had to worry about this new problem even as he battled with the heartbreak of seeing Josephine bring a man to the compound the other night. And a while ago Ndifreke returned to the compound with Maya and was behaving as if he was bringing Queen Elizabeth. Everything was just annoying him.



Some of the men were in front of the shop Talabi had abandoned discussing the world cup.

“Ehen, who was mocking the Nigerian team that they will not score against Iceland? The same Musa that someone here said would not score because Messi could not score against the same opposition became our savior. Una see life? Man proposes God disposes.

“True. The guy just likes to play at the world cup. He has done nothing since he also scored at the last world cup and now he is outshining Messi.”

“Speaking of Messi, wetin dey do the guy nau? Una GOAT. Not even one goal so far?

“Why are you calling him a goat?”

“GOAT means greatest of all time. Many say he is the best player ever. But this world cup so far Ronaldo is not only outperforming him, he also grew a goatie to emphasise the point.

“I agree. Ronaldo is better. It is at the world cup that we get to see world-class players. Without Xavi and Iniesta Messi is a sheep. He has been a fraud all the while.”

“Messi has helped his team, FC Barcelona, win 32 trophies -- including nine Spanish Liga titles and four in the Champions League. He led the Argentine national team to the gold medal at the 2008 Beijing Olympic Games and brought them victory at the FIFA Under-20 World Cup in 2005. He's also got 5 Ballon d'Or awards, 5 Golden Shoes and holds the Guinness World Record for the most goals officially scored in a season - 50 in the 2011-12 La Liga season. Underestimate him at your own peril.”

“And what of Ronaldo? You want to hear of his own achievement. You are only as good as your last match. And on the evidence of what is happening now, Ronaldo is the real GOAT.”

“For me, the GOAT issue has long been settled even if Argentina exits the world cup after the game with us. Xavi summarised it best. Ronaldo is the best player on earth and Messi is from another planet. Players like that can turn up at any time. Form is temporary but class is permanent. Pray that tonight is not when he turns up.”

“Gentlemen, let us not allow this football of a thing distract us from what is going on in our country. Did you people see the budget drama? How those buffoons in the national assembly cut money from where they should not cut and then introduced laughable projects of their own and presented the President with a heavily padded budget he still signed because he did not want to waste any more time? Where else can such nonsense happen? Can you imagine cutting the allocation for the rehabilitation of the Lagos Ibadan Expressway and then introducing banal constituency projects that should be handled by State and Local Governments? What about the killings in Plateau? They deployed five hundred policemen and two helicopters to guide them during their APC convention and yet citizens are left defenseless.”

“The Plateau killing is ethnic cleansing. It’s genocide.”

Em come, please take it easy. There is a reason why we have the world cup now. God wants to relieve our tension. We have match today, let us enjoy that. Tomorrow we can worry about the problems of Nigeria that never ends. Meanwhile, who is the guy I just saw you with Achike?”

“He is my younger brother Chisco.”

“Why him eye sharp like person wey dey remove chicken for fence for night?”

“When you meet him you ask him. He will beat the living daylight out of you. You think he is all these coward Lagos boys. Let him put those hands he uses to cultivate cassava on your jaw then you will know yourself.”

“So where has he gone to?”

“To watch the afternoon matches. He likes a crowd. And a whole lot of things you will all find out soon enough.”



Lukman looked in the mirror as he worked and saw that Irikefe had entered the shop quietly and sat on the waiting couch. It was unusual for Irikefe to remain quiet, but Lukman chose not to be bothered. He carved the forehead of his latest client and put a parting as the man liked it and then applied powder on a horsetail brush and finished the job. This was the last client for the afternoon. All he needed to do now was throw Irikefe out of his shop and then go out to watch the afternoon match.

Irikefe stood preening at the mirror and said “Bros Lukman, This my bearbear no wan grow. Can I apply relaxer?”

“What do you want?”

Without looking at him, Irikefe said, “Maya is back.”

“So? Why are you telling me?”

“You nearly caused her death.”

“Get out of here.”

“Bros you big pass that na.”

“Before I open my eye, comot for here.”

“Meanwhile on Saturday one man come here come fvck the nurse till morning. And you nearly killed Maya for nothing.”

Lukman’s hands were shaking as he cleaned a clipper. He turned and began to arrange the small cabinet that contained hair creams, treatments and other items of his trade.

“Didn't you see the Camry that was parked here on Sunday morning? It belonged to the guy. Him tall like Michael Jordan. I went to the door to listen. Nurse just dey shout ooh! Aah! Ooh! Aah! Give it to me, give it to me!”

“God punish your papa.”

“The council of elders has asked that you be present on Saturday. You are charged with attempted murder. All for woman wey no even know say you dey exist. She does not play in your league you hear? Mama Cowbell housegirl don dey get breast. Make you manage that one.”

Lukman removed the shoe from his right leg and threw it at Irikefe who had positioned himself at the entrance of the shop in readiness to flee. He docked and the shoe flew past him. He then stuck out a tongue at Lukman and ran into the street.


TO BE CONTINUED.

NEXT UPDATE ON WEDNESDAY 27/6/18. Situation beyond my control please. Thanks for your understanding

seunadeolu:
Centino baba this your double double magic is very potent

I guess we should expect the same next week

Was on a hustle break for 2 weeks i know say if i talk am na everyday update some of my people for dey ask for Normal life resumes next week