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During the course of their discussion, Femi revealed that Ayo was staying with him for the time being, and that she was trying to secure a space in the hostel. Bishop who knew the hostel governess had called her immediately, informing her that he had a special candidate, hence, she should reserve a space for her. As per connection, Ayo was later allocated a space at "Inikpi girls hostel" without following the erratic but stressful hostel balloting process which wasn't a guarantee that one would ether be given a space or not. Ayo was very gleeful. Alas! She would have to relocate finally to the hostel the following week. Femi had really been a great source of help to her, and she could barely thank him enough.

It was indeed a moment of joy as everyone was in a good mood. Femi who kept seducing Ayo with sweet talks. Bishop who was yabbing Femi stylishly for having such a beautiful friend as Ayo. Skipo who didn't for once stop adding seasoning to the soup by cracking endless jokes. And finally Ayo who was flattered as she kept grinning endlessly.

It was a perfect loved-up scenario, and with the way things had turned out to be, Femi was now certain that he had found the perfect girl of his dreams, and nothing or anybody could come between them, or so he thought......

TO BE CONTINUED

CHAPTER 18

Sunday is inargueably the most interesting day of every week. Reason being that, a large number of people have stipulated that day as an avenue for fun seekers to satisfy their unending urge for social activities and escapades. Especially the younger generations, while in the religious angle, it as a day set aside as sabbat for christians to worship their maker.

On this particular sunday, unlike ever other sundays, Femi was particularly interested to attend church service eventhough he never liked the idea of attending church, insisting that he was a christian but not a gullible church goer. The rational behind his decision was however not far fetched. This is because, a man is likely to act diligent in all his doings, especially when there is a woman at his watch. Since they began staying together about a week ago, Ayo had really influenced Femi, though positively, which had also made him more responsible, thereby, living up to expectations.

Femi gracefully stepped out of his room wearing only a "Banana island." brand boxer. He was welcomed by his neighbours who began hailing him in different aphorism. Amongst them were Azeez and his mischievous roommate, Farooq. The both of them were "gyming up" that early morning, carrying different patterns of body weights and engaging in physical exercion. This was, however, a usual routine for them, as they made it a point of duty to always work out. After exchanging pleasantries, Femi had walked closer to them and joined in the exercise. Azeez and Farooq had sinced settled their differences.

About five minutes later, Ayo who was clad in a night gown ran towards Femi happily, she was holding two separate clothes and came to enquire which one would be more appropriate for her to wear to the service. Notwithstanding the fact that she kept on calling him "Baby" coupled with a sexy filtered voice which sent tongue wagging while others resolved to envy.

Femi choosed the dress which he loved the most, and then she cat-walked back to the room, purposely shaking her ass on display, which seemed to attract everyones attention. Almost immediately, Farooq gave Femi a "Married man" kind of look coupled with a sinister smile. Azeez collaborated as they both took turn to make jest of him playfully for cohabitating. Femi whose head nearly exploded due to blushing feigned ignorance and tried to change the topic.

"Make una continue dey whine me naw, wen una suppose go dress up make we attend church together." Femi said with a pinch of sarcasm knowing fully well that they were both muslims.

"No be only church, I go follow go Israel for pilgrimage." Azeez responded with a bigger sarcasm.

On a normal day, both Azeez and Farooq rarely went to mosque, let alone going to a church.

Femi was carried away by the physical exercion that he plunged deeply into the time slated for the first service holding at Redeemed christian fellowship (RCF) which is situated at the entrance towards "University Village." He later resolved to attend the second service.

After alot had been said and done, Femi left both Azeez and Farooq to continue with the gyming, while he headed back inside to get ready for church. Ayo was already dressed before he got inside, and when he was done, they both left the house together.

The second service of Redeemed christian fellowship was overly populated on that specific sunday. Apparently, the members who attended the first service had stayed back to attend the second, as the second service was cancelled in replacement of a "Love event" which was organised by a group in collaboration with the church. The auditorium was filled to the brim as few seats remained to accommodate other members. Femi and Ayo arrived the church and walked in majestically, standing side by side holding hands, as those who cared to stare, kept feeding their eyes. Bishop sighted them from afar and waved towards them to join him at the back where he was seated, he pleaded with an usher friend to bring along two chairs and with necessary adjustment, they were able to secure sitting positions. The theme for the programme was entitled: "Choosing the right partner." It kicked off perfectly with beautiful musical presentation from the delectable choir. Everyone seemed elated as the congregation who were mainly youths sang along. The guest speaker highlighted on the shortcoming of many christian relationships stressing the problems and possible solutions. Ayo interestingly payed keen attention to every single word the speaker said, and mid-way into the event, her countenance slightly changed into a moody state, and Femi promptly noticed it.

After the programme had ended, Bishop asserted that they go to his lodge, since Femi had refused visiting him for a while, not wanting any of his drama, Femi obligied and without hesitation they went to his lodge. Getting to his apartment, Skipo also came visiting not long after they entered the room, he was meeting Ayo for the first time.....

CHAPTER 17

The following morning, after a long night of untold emotional attractions, a new day broke into a haven for endless possibilities.

The home theatre beeped suddenly, causing the album to commence playing in a rapid succession. The standing fan soon picked-up, with its blade rolling gradually from a lower to a higher pace. It only meant that PHCN had restored the long forsaken electricity. The music blaring hysterically finally put a halt to the slumber which seemed like it was going to last forever.

Femi pricked his eyes in reaction to the boisterous music; then, he turned to Ayo who also woke up promptly. Femi then stood up staggerly to lower the volume of the song, and then inquired from Ayo how her night had been. Gleeful she was, as she responded with a pretty smile. Thereafter, she arranged the mattrass, spreading the bed-cover nicely and then headed into the kitchen to prepare breakfast for their eating pleasure.

After a while, she stepped out from the kitched with a jug of hot tea on her left hand, and a sliced bread on the right. They began eating shortly, but not after they had collectively brushed their teeth using the same toothbrush.

Femi was amazed that they could both blend together easily despite knowing each other for only a short period of time. His likeness for her grew geometrically, and he was pretty sure that she was the right girl for him, with the hope that nothing could come between the both of them.

They got talking and engaged in personal conversations. It was a moment of truth as they both dug out their past relationships, and likely factors that possibly triggered the break-ups. Most bothering on issues of trust, pride, insecurity, ego-centrism, cheating amongst others. Each giving detailed explanations about their personality and temperament. Eventually, they both seemed to share alot in common, which connotes with the notion that "Likes attracts likes."

Ayo seemed interested in knowing more about Femi, as she listened with rapt attention whenever he had something up his sleeves to share. Nonetheless, she kept seducing him with her cute eyes, which made it seem as though she wasn't paying attention to their conversation in the first place.

It could be said that they both had feelings for one another, but it was only a matter of time before Femi would take the bull by the horn to profess his undying love to her.

At a point, it didn't appear as though Ayo was that girl who was homeless the previous night, as she completely acted like someone without any worries. Indeed, she was in safe hands. And on the other hand, Femi wasn't entirely the kind of guy who would make a lady to feel uncomfortable, or uneasy as he could pretend to be a gentleman whenever he deemed it fit, provided she meet up to a certain standard of decency and charisma.

Sooner than later, as the music continued playing, Ayo sprung up swiftly from the bed where she was seated, and challenged Femi to a dance, after increasing the volume of the song, which literally, was her favourite dancehall.

After series of rejection, Femi compromised to the pressure having battled the dancefloor with her by displaying his best dance moves including the much publicized "Shoki dance." which was far from impressive as Ayo flawlessly outdid his every move. Not contented, despite having won, she proceeded to giving him a serious lap-dance that got him sweating profusely. In the end, they both had a nice time dancing intimately with enormous desterity and energy. As nature would have it, the song shuffled to another genre of music dubbed blues, the track playing was the mouth-watering and romantic hit single from the enigmatic artiste John Legend titled "All of me." Magically, they both paused, staring at each other frantically, straight into the eyes, to what seemed like a kiss. Gradually, they drew closer by the second, but only retracted their lips when they were only few inches apart. The duo feigned ignorance to the beautiful but lossed moment, then Femi apologized shortly, as if strucked with guilt. It would most likely seem as though he was trying to take advantage of the priviledge which he had offered her.

Femi then confided in her that she could relocate to his place, if she wasn't comfortable staying with her roommate anymore, pending when she would be able to secure accommodation.

Later that morning, Ayo had gone back to her lodge with full hope that her roommate could expatiate thoroughly on the rationale surrounding her action. But after questioning the roommate, she showed little or no concern, and that degenerated into a heated argument between the both of them.

Ayo was very disappointed in her nonchalant behaviour, as she had obviously taken the roommate as her own sister, unknowily, that she could be so mean. At the end of the day, she had to pack her luggage and belongings and then moved in fully with Femi.

An impromptu decision that was indeed a step in the right direction..

TO BE CONTINUED

aprilwise:
Nice story. I like stories about university life. Ride on

University life too sweet aswear...

Timothy3113:
lecture neva start and hin don dey sweet like dis... Well done boss

Tnkz man.. Appreciate!

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ah dy follow ya.....abeg who get jamaican coke?

Ain't got that, how about spanish fly...

LogoDWhiz:
Yea. Seem so.
Maybe if you cc them on this thread or in the chatroom

Noted...

CHAPTER 16

In a perfect situation, when a man becomes hyper-sensitive to the antiques of a woman; it could only mean one thing. He has fallen in love..

Femi jolted out of his thought, and cleared his throat as he answered the call, but then silence spoke from the other end. The silence lasted a little longer and suddenly, the line went dead. Femi became very worried, as he sensed trouble, considering the fact that he had called her earlier that evening, hence - for her to call him back at that particular time meant something was definitely wrong. Femi dialled her number thereafter, and she picked at the first ring, her voice could be heard this time; but she was speaking very slowly with a faint tone, as though shivering.

"Hello! How you doing, hope you're fine?" Femi blurted immediately.

"I'm not fine. I'm really in a bad situation right now and you're the only one who I could talk to. I hope you don't mind." She said with a tiny voice.

"What's the problem?, Talk to me!!"

"My roommate locked me outside, and I'm alone, all by myself. I'm really scared!!" Ayo lamented.

"You don't mean it. Where are you now?" Femi enquired.

"I'm sitting on a lone bench outside my lodge."

"You know what, just stay where you are. I'll be with you shortly." Femi quickly dashed out of his room in the speed of light, and mounted a bike to "Royal's Garden" which wasn't too far from his own lodge.

About three minutes later, he arrived at the lodge and met her sitting close to a kiosk, she used her arms to cover her chest as though suffering from a cold. Femi walked closer and sat beside her. Ayo looked downcasted as she could barely stare into his face. Femi then removed his pull-over to cover her body and enquired what happened that she was locked outside. It appeared that the lady who she was squatting with, also an aristo chick had brought home a guy whom she recently went on a shopping spree with and politely asked her to excuse them for about an hour before getting back inside, on which she obligied and did exactly as told. But since Ayo had no where else to go, she opted to sit on the bench, hoping to go back inside in an hour time. Unfortunately, when she went back, the room was under key, she knocked to no response and then called the roommate on phone, but she refused to answer the call, though, she could hear the phone ringing from inside. Ayo had said that she moved towards the window and overheard voices of them making out, that was when she decided to leave and called the only person she knew, Femi.

It wasn't a time for sober reflection, hence, the need for a drastic action. Without taking into consideration her likely would-be response, Femi told her to pass the night at his place and without hesitation, she yielded to his decision. They waited long enough to get an Okada which then conveyed them to Freedom quarters.

Immediately they stepped into his room, it was dimly illuminated due to the absence of electricity. Femi then went into his kitchenette where he picked a matchstick which he used to ignite a half-burnt candle placed on his reading table. Ayo remained standing - as though not knowing what next to do, then Femi positioned her to sleep on the bed.

After a moment of silence, Femi broke the silence by asking if she was feeling much better and she replied in the affirmative. Thereafter, he proceeded to his luggage where he collected a blanket and handed it to her as cover. He also collected as wrapper which he barely used, sprayed it on the rug, and laid down on it together with a pillow. It appeared as though Ayo wasn't going to show gratitude for his hospitality, just then, she stretch towards his ears and slowly whispered the words "Thank you for being so kind to me." Femi instantly felt goose bumps all over his body, though, he tried to suppress the delight in his heart with a simple "You're welcome." reply even without turning to face her.

Femi who felt fulfilled slept like a baby without any worries, bearing in mind that Ayo will undoubtedly agree to be his girlfriend when he decides to pop the question, or so he thought.....

TO BE CONTINUED

Babham:
ftc.......

Seriously?

CHAPTER 15

TWO WEEKS LATER

Normalcy had began to return to the university campus after days of stress and compulsory registration process. The scanty school environment had become flooded with students, majority of whom had recently resumed to participate in the registration, in accordance with prerequisite pertaining the new academic session. However, it is pertinent to note that Nigerian students prefer to stay at home for another few weeks after school had resumed. This culture is practised in virtualy every public schools both in O'level and higher level.

Femi was among the students who were yet to complete their clearance despite being in school since the beginning of resumption. On this particular day, he had gone to the school digital centre where he intended to register his courses online. Getting there, he met alot of people who arrived there before him, then he waked to the back of the hall and sat on a seat until it would get to his turn. Sitting close beside him was a very beautiful damsel. Her dark beauty was glowing like the star, she had a sleek skin coated with a cute dimple on her cheek whenever her lips curved into a radiant smile. Infact, words alone could barely describe her beauty. The georgous lady sat very calmly and relaxed whilst concentrating on her mobile phone. Femi felt the spurred to strike a convo with her but words eluded him. He then resolved to ignore her, but every moment passed, the silence kept hurting him inside. This intense feeling made him very uneasy as he couldn't take his mind away from her. Femi continued staring at her, though stylishly, and it got to a point when she noticed, as she suddenly raised her head up while they both caught a glimpse of each others' eyes before restraining their faces almost immediately.

Minutes passed and students who were done with their registration left the hall premises, while those seated at the back were shifting forward. Eventually, it got to their turn to move forward, and while the lady immediately stood up, her phone mistakenly fell from her hand and scattered into different places. Femi swiftly graph that opportunity to help her couple the phone back together while she watched helplessly in shock. Femi then switched on the phone, and fortunately, it was working perfectly. He handed back the phone to her with enough enthusiasm, and she replicated the kind gesture by thanking him immensely. Femi could now behold her complete features, and her beauty were indeed breathtaking. They soon engaged in a conversation, but not after occupying new seats.

"...so what the name?" Femi asked.

"My name is Ayo." She replied cheerfully.

"Woah! Nice name you got there. I'm Femi." He said.

"Hmmm... I'm poised to know what a student in the faculty of medicine could be doing here, all by herself." He chipped in, playfully taking advantage of the fact that medicine students are rarely seen in the campus area, as the school authority had provided them an isolated hostel, with restricted movement.

"Excuse me!" I'm not a medicine student, but a 200 level student in the department of sociology, and I was recently admitted through direct-entry." She asserted. Coincidentally, the both of them were course-mate, and since she was a fresher, Femi grew fond of her immediately.

The conversation became more interesting as they discussed about school-life, family, personal interest, individual prospect and even politics. Their rapport was spontaneous and eccentric, as though they had known each other for ages. They seem to share alot in common.

"Where do you stay?" Femi asked, thinking she wasn't going to tell him, as most girls would do when asked for the first time.

"I'm staying at Royal's garden lodge."

Femi recognised the lodge instantly, which is very popular along 'stadium road.

"I suppose you're staying with your sibling or relative, since you're a new student." He said.

"Not really! I'm currently squatting with a mutual friend, whom I knew through an ex-course mate of mine from federal polytechnic offa, in kwara state where I finished from" Ayo said.

"Technically speaking, your're staying with a stranger. Innit?!" Femi said jokingly and they both chuckled in unison.

The course registration process was progressing rapidly, and Ayo was the next-in-line to be accredicted. Then, she stood up and walked towards the computer operator. After completing the process, she left the hall, but not after Femi had exchanged phone number with her.

At about 11:00pm that same day, Femi was fast asleep when his phone started ringing. He reluctantly stood up grumbling and wondered who could be calling him at that odd hour of the day. Amid fallen-eyes, he finally got hold of the phone and discovered that the caller was Ayo.

Every iota of sleep suddenly eluded him, as he shrugged his eyes in riveria. She was the least expected person he had thought would beep his phone at that profane hour.....

Talk about the power of a woman!!!....

TO BE CONTINUED...

I was invited. Nice read!

LogoDWhiz:
Clemzy, lovely updates as usual.

U can recommend this for frontpage tho for more readers

I thought there was a thread for endorsing stories to frontpage, can't seem to find it anymore..

mackzydon9:
waiting patiently and jejely.

I've updated..

CHAPTER 14

There is always a bad omen when right things happen in wrong places. Ironically, the world is wired in such a weird way that people don't get to choose when and how certain events are bound to elapse.

Femi had always wanted to scold this said lady when next he had the priviledge to meet her again, he was restless, as he thought of the best possible way to approach her without creating a scene. A part of his mind told him to let the issue slide, but he just couldn't let her go scott-free, atleast, without teaching her a lesson which she would never forget.

"Nigga, na the shawty wey I been tell you about dey chillax over there so.." Femi said pointing towards the lady.

"You mean say na she be the girl wey deny you?" Azeez had retorted with a 'waffi tone' while stressing the DENY. "...so wetin be your move?" He asked.

"Tor... Today na her free-day, make I just fash the babe since she dey flex with her guy." Femi said.

"And so what? If she dey flex with her guy nko?" Azeez thundered slightly raising his voice.

"....shshsh!!!" Azeez then made a squeezing sound while beckoning on her to come with a tone of finality.

The young lady and her supposed boyfriend looked back at him in suprise, and then continued having their fun. Though, it didn't stop there. Azeez kept making the mundane sound trying to get their attention. Not only did he successfully got their attention, but he also got the attention of everyone present there at the bar. Femi started begging him to die the issue but it was too late; her supposed boyfriend stood up angrily and started nagging at Azeez, and the situation was beginning to get out of control.

The confused lady still didn't know what was happening, not until she saw Femi whom she recognised immediately. She also took turns begging her boyfriend so they could leave, but neither of them would have none of it. Apparently, the two people who were supposed to be the ones quarrelling, ironically became the ones begging while their accomplies took the issue personally. The ugly scenario was a typical example of "Taking panadol for another man's headach." as most Nigerians would always say.

The fued was becomming unbecoming, Azeez had insisted that he wanted to see the girl and warned the boyfriend to back off, otherwise, he wouldn't hesitate to run him local. People had gathered to separate them, and the server who failed to put the situation under control called the manager of the bar on phone, who swiftly left a nearby function to witness the unfortunate event.

Trouble eventually sparked when the boyfriend threatened to pierce Azeez with a bottle and drag out his intestine, something he wished he never said, because that statement literally added fired to the already burning furnace. Suddenly, Azeez grabbed two empty bottles of Orijin and hit them together, which saw both bottles shattering into pieces, with the edge still in his arms.

It took the intervention of Femi and others who held him firmly before it becomes a case of attempted murder.

The boyfriend ran away while the girl who seemed to be the primary cause of the problem followed him afterwards.

It didn't take long before the manager arrived the scene with two other guys, as they alighted from a Toyota camry vehicle. They quickly apprehended Azeez and threatened to invite the police to arrest him. People there started pleading on his behalf, including Femi who narrated what had transpired in the first place which later degenerated into the fight.

Azzez sub-consciously pleaded for his release, as tear-drops slowly dripped from his eyes. It was strange to see Azeez cry, and despite the fact that he cried, there was still a look of bravery on his face.

The manager was hell-bent on calling the police, if not that Azeez proved drunk, with a stench of alcohol emanating from his breath. Finally, he was freed, but not after they were asked to pay for damages.

Azeez, together with Femi collectively paid for everything as they made out from "Item 7." after evading arrest and possible manslaughter....

TO BE CONTINUED

.....continuation

Femi couldn't help but laugh over his stupidity, stating that only a half bottle of Orijin could make him drunk, while himself was still standing, despite consuming two bottles already, and still counting. Of course, Azeez tried to dispute the claim that he was drunk, so he stood up gallantly, but saw himself dragging three steps backward, and one step forward like a kite controlled by the waves of the wind. It wasn't unusual as Azeez could smoke eight wrap of weed, and two SK without feeling the impact, but only a cup of spirit-mixed drink could get him intoxicated. It only meant that Azeez was allergic to beer.

The place was fun filled, and everyone was cool, not until a familiar figure arrived at the eatery. Femi stared keenly as she walked in majestically with someone presumed to be her boyfriend, while holding him very tight on his arms, as though another lady was about to steal him away. The sight looked hilarious but that was the least of Femi's worries, so he continued staring whilst trying to recall her identity. This behaviour, however, drew redress from Azeez who cautioned him not to stare at other people's girlfriend, especially in public places; but Femi was hell-bent on recalling her identity, as he barely listened to what Azeez had to say.

A little more brain-storming made him reminisce her as the lady whom he selflessly helped on his arrival to school, untill she denied him bluntly when they were accosted by the vigilante men......

TO BE CONTINUED

In life, there are certain circumstances that one must encounter. This most important thing is the ability to overcome your hurdles.

Femi had finally gotten home after a very stressful day which seemed to be the worst day in his entire life. Earlier, it was the drama with Tracey, and later the scuffle with vast of Dangana soldiers. He hoped inwardly that his day won't become any worse, or so he thought.

As soon as he stepped into his lodge, freedom quarters, he discovered that his neighbour and friend Azeez had resumed, he started hailing him from a distance, which is typical of nigerian students. Getting to where Azeez had stood, they both shook hands and exchanged pleasantries, after which Femi accompanied him inside his room.

Prior to that moment, Azeez was rocking a very long afro-hairstyle, which he did cut before resuming for reasons best known to him. That decision made him to change facially and Femi couldn't help but wondered what could have triggered him to do so. Femi further enquired what he had brought along on his way coming, Azeez reluctantly muttered "Blessings!" while pointing to a syrup kind of bottle placed on his reading table. Behold, it was a half-popped bottle of codeine. Azeez was smiling sheepishly while asking if Femi would like to share from the blessings. For the record, Codeine, just like Benylin, Solpadeine and others are cough and pain killers but its abuse could get one high. The drug makes a persons' system to be calm and tend to behave in slow-motion - as of today, the drug is illegal and can only be sold and purchased through the backyard. Nevertheless, it's a nice way to chill and get your mind of stress. Little wonder Seriki, the undisputed naija artiste a.k.a Irumole to je fried rice, sang the song "Codeine chilling" Perhaps, he was high on codeine when he went to the studio to record the freestyle.

Anyway, Femi bluntantly rejected the offer knowing the the implications if he had agreed. They got talking, and during the conversation, Femi highlighted all the obstacles he had gone through since resumption, ranging from the assault he received from the vigilante men, to the feud with Tracey, and recently the issues he had with Dangana soldiers.

Azeez who is quick to anger listened with rapt attention, and after all was said, he was very furious due to the way his nigga had been treated, wishing only if he was there, it would have been a different story entirely. Azeez was a no-nonsense fellow, he was always straight forward while dealing with people and hates oppression. His presumed lifestyle having his ear pierced and a tattood shoulder made people to see him as a rough system guy. On several occasions, he had heard several stories flying about him, but then, he doesn't give a flying fvck either. Getting really pissed off, Azeez suggested they go down town to relax with some bottles, Femi consented and off they went, but not after Femi asked him about his roommate Farook. Azeez made a hissing sound and asserted that he would resume when he so wishes. Both Azeez and Farook had issues which was yet to be resolved. It wasn't long before the both of them mounted a bike and headed to "Item 7."

Unlike every other day, the weather was particularly unique, as it wasn't too sunny neither was it wet either. Item 7, was definitely the place to be. The serene environment attracted fun seekers to chill at the reservoiur, especially workers who had retired from their various jobs for the day, students were also not left out. Azeez and Femi had taken turns to relax around a "Gulder Lager" customized table with four bottles of orijin beer, then Azeez sub-consciously brought out a stick of Oris chocolate flavoured cigarette from a packet which he had placed on the table. He also brought out a spaq, otherwise known as Lighter from his pocket to 'enlighten' the Tobacco, but to no avail, as the lighter refused working.

Azeez then headed to another table where about four guys were sitted smoking pot. He politely asked to blow his cigar from their Shisha pot, and they obligied without hesitation. After kissing the cigar at most three times, fire ignited on the edge with smoke puffing out from his mouth, he gave them a thumbs up and shook them accordingly, as he made back to the table where he was sitted. All these while, Femi had been feeding his eyes with a Barclays premier league game being shown live on a Plasma Tv, placed on a strategic location to entertain customers.

"Brodaly, you no go blau?" Azeez asked Femi rhetorically, eventhough he knew that Femi doesn't smoke.

On the other hand, Femi didn't bother to respond orally, he only made a smile gesture and that answered the question. They kept sipping the Orijin, and while Femi was almost two bottles down, Azzez was no where close to half, but signs suggested that he was drunk due to certain stunts which he was pulling. The latest was when Azeez felt it was more comfortable to quench his Cigar in his filled bottle of Orijin..

zinylicious:
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Wentin self, shey na eveytime pesin chop him go talk say the food sweet ni ?

zinylicious:
Clemzy16!!!

Tor... I just wanted to be sure that people are actually following, make e no be like say I dey waste my time type.. More updates coming up tomorrow..

All these chop and clean mouth readers sha...

....continuation

Bishop was very upset and he refused not to hide his feelings. He told the first guy that he wasn't going to buy the phone anymore, despite the fact that it had been unlocked, but the guy wasn't bothered anyway.

They both made it outside the hostel, and while Bishop went back to the clinic to submit the admission letter to the nurse, Femi mounted a bike to his apartment where he met a surprise awaiting him.....

TO BE CONTINUED

CHAPTER 12

It is often said that trouble comes like a thief in the night, it doesn't give a pre-warning to its prey. Hence, in every situation, while praying for the best, still hope for the worst.

Finally, they got to the room and all stepped inside. The interior was quite a beauty to behold compared to the first room which they entered, the occupants had actually renovated the room by removing the bunks and re-painted the walls against the original white colour. A red-coloured rug carpet was placed on the floor and they had four different mattrass positioned at several strategic areas inside the spacious room. They also had a music sound-system for their listening pleasure and an 'OX' standing fan for ventilating the atmosphere. For a moment, it seemed as though they were not in Dangana hostel.

Bishop and Femi met three other guys inside the room, and then, they were not sure who owned the phone anymore. The first guy who took them there requested the phone from the second guy, while the second guy requested the phone from the third guy, who later brought out the from a small bag, it wasn't even on charger as the first guy claimed.

The phone was handed to Bishop who began to examine it, the P5 was quite rough on the surface but still in good condition. Bishop switched-on the phone and discovered that it had a lock pattern, he then passed the phone to the first guy who later tried different patterns' but none seemed to work. After several failed attempts, one of his colleagues started speaking Yagba to him, which is a sub-division of the Yoruba dialet spoken by people from the western part of Kogi state. The guy literally said that they would take the phone to Xamarano ICT who's a popular phone engineer in the school to have it flashed, in order to remove the lock pattern. Bishop, a native of Mopa-Amuro L.G.A understood Yagba a little, so he grasped what they were saying. On the other hand, Femi was also a Yagba-boy but he only understood Yoruba, with his reasons being that he didn't grow up in his hometown.

Bishop suspected foul play from the way they were acting, they probably stole the phone and tried to cover their tactics by acting innocent. He immediately lost interest in buying the phone, but before he could mutter a word, the first guy who brought them there suggested they take the phone to Xamarano ICT, claiming that his cousin brother sent him the phone, and that he had forgotten the pattern drawn to him. Bishop knew that he was lying, but decided to play along.

Femi quickly jumped in saying there was no need going to Xamarano, stating that he knows how to format Tecno android phones using hard reset. The so-called owners of the phone didn't protest, instead, they gave him the benefits of doubts and allowed him to perform magic. Femi collected the phone, removed the sim and memory card, and then inserted the battery back into the phone. He punched the volume button together with the power button at the same time, and after some seconds, some write-up appeared on the screen. He proceeded to click some of the icons, whilst they concentrated on him with rapt attention. He was the Houdini of the moment, and just like magic, the phone began to format. Everything was going smoothly as the Tecno logo was displayed on the screen.

Trouble started when the logo lasted longer than expected, it was taking too long and Femi feared the phone had become bricked. He then removed the battery and inserted it back which he wasn't supposed to do, but the situation remained the same. He kept removing the battery a couple more times but his efforts were rendered frutile.

The tension became high and Femi began to panic inwardly knowing the consequences of what he had done. Bishop was constantly asking him how far? But his reply couldn't yield any positive result. One of the guys started speaking in yoruba saying that the phone had become damaged, and should they not pay for the phone, he won't hesitate to mobilize Dangana soldier to beat nonsense outta them. On hearing that, Femi quietly gulped a huge chunk of spittle down his throat, his humanitarian deed had put him into trouble, or so he thought. The guy later asked if he understood yoruba, Femi replied in the positive, and the guy responded with, Ok! Albeit, with a sinister tone. Femi who had been standing suddenly sat on a chair. Indeed, he was in a hot seat.

Bishop was a bit pissed about the guy the guys were exaggerating the issue, but decided to keep his cool. He was probably the only one who believed the phone hadn't become crashed. About then, another write-up was displayed on the screen which meant that the phone had successfully been formatted.

Femi jumped up in euphoria, he couldn't hide his joy. The guys were put to shame as they started congratulating him. He demanded that they give him the money they were supposed to pay Xamarano, should they have taken the phone there, but trust dangana boyz, that statement could only pass for super story...

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Although, he didn't have enough cash on him, but he had in his bank account which he could easily withdraw from First Bank ATM, which is situated inside the school. Bishop asked to see the phone but the guy said that he left it charging in his hostel room, that he should follow him there. Bishop probably thought the worst couldn't happen, so he made a gesture with his face asking Femi if they should follow him, Femi then gave an affirmative reply and they began walking behind the guy, heading to his hostel room. Only if they knew that they were walking into another trouble....

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