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CHAPTER 11

THREE DAYS AFTER

They say time flies in the speed of light, often than not, seconds turned into minutes and minutes transformed into days. Bishop and Femi had constantly been visiting Skipo on his sick bed in the last couple of days, and this particular day wasn't any different from the others. They had brought along a flask of food containing rice and stew garnished with rose beef. For the record, Rose is a kind of cow meat. After much had been said and done, Skipo ate the food with a gleeful heart, his health had tremediously improved. The drips attached to his body had been removed, and the nurse affirmed that he would be discharged soon, provided that he continues to take the drugs prescribed to him.

Unfortunately, he may not be allowed to leave the clinic without payment should his school admission letter not be made available as proof that he is a legit student of the varsity. Although, Bishop had previously gone in search of the admission letter but he couldn't locate it. Skipo then gave a better description of where he kept it in his hostel room, therefore, they set off to check again.

Both Femi and Bishop departed shortly, heading towards Dangana hostel which is just few metres away. The environment was quite a scene as students were seen playing volley ball, while others were playing football with a medium-sized goalpost on an open space. They walked closer and a heavy stench of smell was emanating from the gutters, causing an odouriferous saga. Femi who rarely visit the hostel covered his nose with his palms before suffocating to death, but he was quickly reprimanded.

"Your papa! Your mama!" A bouncer-like dude shouted from the top of the hostel. Femi soon realized that he was the one being referred to, so, he quickly retracted his hands. Bishop warned him never to make such mistake again, unless he wanted angry Dangana soldiers to transfer their aggression on him. The caveat emptor was indeed necessary because as the saying goes; to be forewarned is to be forearmed.

At the entrance of the hostel was a thriving business centre, right there one could practically market anything, ranging from stolen phones to laptops, generators et all.


"I wan sell my phone oo!" A guy wearing only boxers came from nowhere and started shouting. He kept on repeating those words in an igbotic intonation, his bold marketing strategy seemed to have attracted on lookers who wanted to see the phone.

"See the phone! Na Bold 5, very clean and neat, anybody wey give me 12k right now I go just dash am the phone" The guy bragged while giving the phone to one of the on lookers and probably a potential buyer to examine. The supposed buyer scrutinized the phone for a while, and then passed it to another person, who also passed it to another person. The phone kept changing hands all within a circle and before one could say "JACK BAUER" the phone was nowhere to be found with nobody to suspect, how it happened, nobody knew. Everyone there was stunned when they realized that the phone was missing, knowing well that the phone couldn't have developed legs and disappear.

The owner of the phone felt the spurred to cry but he had to hold back the tears, though his eyes were blood red signifying anger, but there was absolutely nothing he could do. All along, Bishop and Femi were observing the drama as it unfolded. They couldn't help but laugh at the doom of the phone owner who became calm all of a sudden, after people started making jest of him.

They left there afterwards and when they got to Skipo's hostel room, they met a group of hungry guys having a Rap Battle. It was obvious that they were famished because their cooking pots were all empty, one of the occupants was actually sleeping helplessly on his hostel bunk like someone who had less than 24hrs to live. Bishop was baffled by the statement made by one of the Rapper-wannabe, insisting that they go to the studio to record the cRAP they were dishing out as RAP.

Anyways, Bishop exchaned greetings with them and went ahead to search for the admission letter which literally brought them there. Femi stood at the door observing the room and thanked his stars that his parents didn't force him to stay in the hostel, he was wondering how he would survive in that kind of environment. Bishop later found the admission inside Skipo's file which he kept in a drawer beside his bunk, the file contained his school information details from 100level till date.

They left almost immediately and headed back outside. Again, at the entrance, a guy was writing a notice on a carbon paper pasted on a wall which reads "Clean Tecno P5 for sale." Immediately Bishop saw the notice, he realized that he doesn't have a phone anymore. He walked closer to the guy and enquired how much he wanted to sell the phone. After series of bargaining, the guy agreed to sell the phone at 5k without memory card. Bishop instantly fell in love with the phone and desperate to buy it....

Timothy3113:
Wow it's my new year. Wishing my self Happy birthday

Happy birthday Timothy.. Next update is dedicated to you...

mackzydon9:
you 're welcum saw you checking out moi stori how is it?

Still reading..will comment when I'm done..

mackzydon9:
nice story clemzy16

Tnkz bruh...

....continuation

Nonetheless, one of the robbers made a silly mistake by giving his cutlass to his 'partner in crime' to have in possession, while he made to unplug the remaining phones on the floor which belonged to Bishop and Skipo. As though that wasn't enough, he also attempted to flee away with the laptop. Then, Skipo made a more sillier mistake as he went after him trying to form macho man, it wasn't suprising, though, cos the dangana razz mentality was imbedded in his DNA. The kept draggng the laptop while others watched helplessly in fear. It wasn't long before his partner sent a cutlass approaching towards Skipo's head, he ducked and got hit on his shoulder, a mighty punch was also sent to his face and then he lost control falling to the ground like a bag of rice.

The successful robbers dashed out of room into the dark and left everyone shocked in collosal awe.

Bishop ran outside searching for help, and one of his neighbours who initially didn't step out during the strife, came with a first-aid treatment and administered it to Skipo.

After normalcy had returned, the four of them slept with one-eyed open, hoping seriously that the 'fine boys' would not come back again to exterminate them.

At about 5am, the following morning, Suzan woke up and also woke her friend Kemi telling her that it was best they leave there that moment. It wasn't entirely day-break, so, Bishop tried convincing them to wait a little longer, but then, he got the shocker of his life. Suzan started shouting at him, calling him all sorts of name and even accused him of inviting the criminals to come rob them of their phones. The ignorant lady probably forgot that somebody got injured in the scuffle. They left soon enough, but not after she warned Bishop never to come close to her again.

Bishop shook his head pitily after he was done narrating their ordeal. Femi was suprised to hear all that had happen, knowing fully well that he would have been amongst the victims if he didn't left the party. That was when he narrated what transpired between him and Tracey, and also chipped in the part where she stole his ROLEX wrist-watch. Bishop, however, blamed Femi for not locking the door which gave the thieves an upper-hand, Femi accepted the blame and also blamed him for afflicting himself with - not only street urchins, but desperate and under-age girls with little or no manners. In the end, they all lost something, but he was glad, that his generator survived.

They waited a little longer, and when they were about leaving, they had to meet a nurse who assured them that Skipo would get well as soon as possible, and also tasked them to come along with his school admission letter, that way, the treatment would be free of charge. They promised to do exactly as told, and made to leave the clinic through the exit route, but not after Bishop stopped to collect free condoms from an office. He was that crazy, the deed had been done, but the ministry must move on......

TO BE CONTINUED

CHAPTER 10

The best and most beautiful memories are spent together with friends and family alike. True bondship is actualized not when someone spend lavishly on you, but when they stay with you especially when you need them the most. People come into our lives and leave a footprint in our hearts, while others come and make you wanna leave a footprint on their faces. Despite the situation, remaining committed till the end, is the best way to weather the storm.

About thirty minutes later after Femi and Tracey had left, the generator power was suddenly disrupted causing a total blackout, eventhough there was enough fuel in the tank to last them extra hours. Bishop explained that they all exclaimed bitterly in displeasure, even saying that he was about to cum into Suzan's pusssy before the power went off, and then he made a hissing sound.

"You dey mad! Na toto go kill you for wetin you just talk.." Skipo who had been eavesdropping on their conversation insulted his cousin brother stylishly, and the trio bursted into an uncontroled laughter. Calm was soon restored and then Bishop continued with his narration.

The robbers cladded in black and black outfit, had masks covering their faces, whith torned holes in the eyes where they could see their potential victims. The men from the underworld stormed the lodge in commando style knowing people were inside the room having fun, but oblivious to them that these people were actually having a good fvcking time of their lives. The thieves had their plan well structured, one of them was positioned at the extreme junction observing any movement that lurks about, another stood close to the generator set, his plan was to switch it off while the remaining two who were the real mastermind were expected to barge into the room and cart away with valuables, most especially phones and gadgets. Exactly as planned, the second guy switched off the generator, after a while, Skipo stood up to go inspect what could have marred the electricity, then he noticed that two guys were walking beside the window, approaching towards the room, he suspected something fishy and then opted to shut the door quickly from inside, but before he could do so, the two criminals were swift as they attempted pushing the door open, though, they could only succeed half-way due to the pressure mounted by Skipo. It became crystal clear that these guys came to rob them, Skipo raised an alarm by shouting above his voice, which made everyone in the room to be at alert. Suzan and Kemi also joined in the wailing which later metamorphosed into shedding of tears. Bishop joined Skipo in pushing the door forward to prevent them from gaining access into the room, but their efforts was hindered shortly. As the struggle escalated, one of the robbers thrusted a sharp matchete through the edge of the door, and also threatened to kill should they refuse to let go of the door, that seemed to have performed magic as the door was immediately freed.

The robbers forced their way inside and pointed torchlight on their faces blurring their vision. The two criminals both held cutlass on their hands. Bishop and Skipo resigned to fate as they postrated on the ground, hoping for the worst to happen. Suzan and Kemi were shaking vigorously on the floor, the both of them were half naked.

"Gimme all your phones!" One of the robbers barked. Kemi was the first to launch a search looking for her phone, she soon realized that she kept it inside her big handbag. She struggled to open the bag as she could barely pay attention. The robbers ended up not only collecting her phone but also a little purse which she kept inside the handbag. Suzan also stood up to give them her phone which she was charging before the incident, whilst she managed to cover her unclothness by draggng the blanket along to shade her pusssy.

labaski:
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Well done Clemzy16 am still Here,Hope it will be as interesting as your last update

I'll be sure to see to that...

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Present sir.

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CHAPTER 9

You know that feeling you feel when you have mixed-feelings and you don't really know how to feel. That's the worst kind of feeling ever. Many a people could perceive 'trouble looming' even from a thousand miles away, but not so many would know how to react when such arises.

They say desperate situations calls for desperate measures. Femi quickly picked his shirt and jolted out of the room in the speed of light, without taking his bath nor brushing his teeth. He struggled to wear the shirt on his way to St' Valentine's Lodge. On his arrival, he met a group of sympathizers gathered at the entrance leading to Bishop's room. The gestures on the faces of the people re-affirmed his earlier postulation of doom. He walked straight into the room and met Skipo badly injured with a bandage pasted on his left shoulder. He became perplexed and out of curiosity, he enquired what had happened but Skipo could barely speak. One of the on-lookers said that they were robbed but was unable to provide further details.

Femi noticed that Bishop was no where to be found, but before he could ask another question, Bishop came inside the room with someone who was dressed like an okada man. Femi then assisted Bishop as they swiftly carried Skipo outside and placed him on a bike while heading to the school clinic. The sympathizers were seen leaving the scene immediately the bike zoomed off. Femi was heading back to lock the door, then he saw his generator kept on the corridor, very close to the entrance. He bundled the generator, kept it inside the room, locked the door and off he went to the school clinic.

The clinic was a beehive of activites, several patients were in their respective wards responding to treatment, and it was actually difficult locating the actual room where Skipo was admitted. Femi walked to the counter which hosted the presence of three middle-aged women gossiping in igala dialet. He greeted them accordingly but none paid him a listening ear, he waited for a while before attempting to greet again, just then, one of the women responded.

"How may I help you?" She asked in an unprofessional way, instead of saying "How may I be of help?" or so I say.

"A friend of mine was rushed her today, I'd like to know the room where he was admitted"

"Whats your friend's name?" She inquired without looking at his face, while she opened a register which seemed to contain the names of various patients.

Femi became tongue-tied, he knew Skipo wasn't a real name which prompted him to stand still like someone struck by lightening.

"I'm waiting!" The fierce looking woman interrupted his thought.

Femi then recalled that Skipo had contested for the position of "Director of social" in his department and his real name was bodly inscribed there.

"Olarewaju, Olarewaju Jimoh, Ma! That's his name." He said.

The nurse scanned through the list of names and instructed him to take a left turn, then straight to the right before reaching the ward where he was admitted. Femi felt unease seeing sick patients suffering from one illness or the other, as a hospital wasn't a place he would visit on a normal day. Finally, he arrived at the ward where he met Skipo placed on a sick bed with two drips attached to his arm and chest. He halted for a second, and then began walking slowly towards them with a heavy heart, he was praying inwardly that the situation wasn't as severe as it looks. Bishop caught a glimpse of him and couldn't help but stare distastefully.

"How's his health, and hope he's getting better?" Femi asked speaking fluent english immediately he reached their stance.

"Well, he's recuperating slowly. The nurse said he lost some blood due to the delay with first-aid treatment. I just hope he gets better soon enough" Bishop responded.

Femi took a deep breath and then sat on a bench beside Bishop. "So, do you intend to inform his parents about his condition?" Femi asked.

"No! I'm not sure that would be necessary. Where do I even start from?" Bishop asked himself a question, though, without expecting an answer.

"So, tell me, what actually happened?" Femi enquired.

Bishop wore a moody look on his face as he began to narrate their ordeal the night before. The striking thing was that they both communicated in plain english which was quite uncommon.

The moment femi left the room together with Tracey to his own apartment, they left the door ajar without informing them that they were leaving. Although, informing them before hand wouldn't have made much a difference because they were obviously engrossed in the fvcking spree to envision any unforseen circumstances.

Bishop took a deep breath and positioned himself properly, he wore the face of an old man who tasted poo and dangled his head slowly in a pitiable manner as though disgusted by the tragic incident. He demonstrated these gestures to appear like a professional story teller, and painted a delicate issue with levity, this is a typical suffering and smiling syndrome.

T.B.C

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Emmyk:
Nice one bro. Your choice of words is unrivalled, that sustained my interest as it's not a suspense kinda story.

Tnkz emmy, my brother from the other side...

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D9ty7:
The most consistent? haba! That was then na.

Then and now...still the same...

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For the past one week or thereabout, there has been power failure at my end. No where to charge my phone, that's why I've not been consistent with my updates. But hopefully, I'm back and I'll drop more updates tomorrow.. Insha Allah..

....continuation

Femi heaved a sigh of relief, and sat on his reading chair. About then, he discovered that his ROLEX wrist-watch was missing and Tracey was the only suspect. Femi picked up his phone and dialled Bishop's number to enquire if Tracey came to his lodge but his phone was switched off. He also called Skipo, but his phone was also switched off.

Femi knew for sure that their phone batteries couldn't be dead at the same time, due to the availability of generator power over the night. He thought something bad could have happened, as he concluded to go find out for himself, and he actually thought right, cos there was indeed a problem.....

TO BE CONTINUED

CHAPTER 8

A wise man once said; keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer. But he probably wasn't wise afterall, as he clearly didn't state how to distinguish between a friend and an enemy.

A beautiful morning was about to become ugly. Femi was oblivious that the young lady whom he had harboured in his apartment over the night would suddenly become a drama queen. It all started when Femi woke up to discover that Tracey was not on the bed anymore. He was dead scared as fear gripped his heart, thousands of thought crossed through his mind in a split second which prompted him to react awkwardly. A reflex action took over him as he sprung up from the bed instantly with the fear of the unknown, perhaps, he had made made love to a witch who then transformed into creatures to flee out of his apartment, or so he thought.. Suddenly, a thin voice spoke.

"Are you searching for me?" Tracey blurted with a straight face while sitting on his reading chair. She wasn't smiling, neither was she frowning, her facial expression could best be described as "Static"

Femi became calm and relaxed upon seeing her, he thought the worst couldn't happen but he was dead wrong. What caught his attention was the way Tracey was hitting her feet on the floor in a furious manner, hence, the fear persisted.

"What's your problem, and why are you hitting your feet like that?" He said hoping for the best, but he got the worst.

"You're my problem oo, shebi you forced me to your room to rape me because I was drunk abi?" Tracey fired at him. Femi was discombobulated as he stared at her with disbelief.

"Don't be ridiculous! I have no idea what you're talking about. As a matter of fact, you're spewing gibberish" Femi retorted trying to act a gentleman, but Tracey would have none of that as she continued acting strange.

"Now where's my money?" She demanded stretching her hand forward while raising her voice. It appeared as a joke at first, but was becomming very serious. She meant every single word.

"Are you mad, what money are you talking about?" Femi asked getting slightly irritated.

"Oh! You should've thought about that before sleeping with me, or you think I'm some cheap hoe whom you can just use and dump the following morning. Today, we're going to know who's mad between the both of us. It became obvious that she was still pained that Femi resisted her sexual advances which made her to look unattractive and worthless, hence, she resulted to labelling those allegations against him.

First of all, Femi didn't forcefully bring her to his apartment. Second of all, he didn't even have sex with her. Therefore, the idea of her nagging and crying foul play wasn't only inconsequential but intolerable. Above all, demanding for money for a supposed rape turned sex which never existed didn't only made her appear as a prostitute, but also a confused one.

All hell was let loose as Femi would tolerate none of her madness anymore. He stood up promptly and landed her a thunderous slap on her face, that kind of slap that is capable of resetting one's destiny. Every iota of likeness which he once had for her had suddenly turned to hatred. Femi is the type who wouldn't raise his hand on a lady, but again, he had been pushed to the wall, hence, he had no choice.

The squabble degenerated into a fracas. Tracey gripped him on his neck while trying to choke him, but when she discovered that it wasn't working out, she attempted to bite him on his chest, but Femi being pro-active gave her another two death-defining slaps in a rapid succession which sent her off balance. Tracey immediately let go of him, but it didn't stop there. She began raining curses on him and threatened to report him to her boyfriend who she claimed was a system guy. Funny enough, she even had a boyfriend and never informed Femi, then she tried trapping him into having sex with her and when he resisted, she became upset and labelled conflicting allegations against him. Everything didn't seem to add up which made her to appear more confused, just like Nairaland feminist.

After all her antiques failed woefully, she began crying in an attempt to buy his empathy. Tracey started begging him not to be offended, that she over-reacted simply because he sternly rejected her advances believing that all guys are sex-freak and that they can't reject any lady who offer them free sex which made her to appear more like a cheap prostitute.

For a moment, Femi regretted not having sex with her at all, but then, he was glad that she quickly showed her true colours before he made the mistake of asking her out, since she obviously didn't possess the qualities of a girlfriend material. Again, he felt pity for her, but then, the deed had already been done, he couldn't accept her back.

After a while of total silence, Femi opened his door and asked her to leave his apartment. As expected, she angrily grabbed her hand-bag and stormed out of the room after creating a scene of foolishless out of herself.

....continuation

Tracey didn't pushed further, she stood up and headed to the bathroom without uttering a word. Femi sat down confused, he was wondering if he had made the right decision. But then, he was glad that he satisfied his conscience. After a while, Tracey stepped out from the bathroom with a grimace look on her face, Femi wasn't bothered about that, he also left almost immediately to the bathroom, even if not to take his bath, but atleast, to cool down his head with some splash of water. He came out later and met Tracey lying on the bed pretending to be sleeping, he ignored her sillitude (a coined word which consist silly and attitude), he grabbed his towel to keep his body dry and then joined her on the bed shortly.

They both slept together peacefully as though nothing had happened, not until the break of the dawn when the real drama started...

THE STORY HAD ONLY BEGUN..

TO BE CONTINUED

CHAPTER 7

That awkward moment when a house party suddenly turns into a strip club. A vivid caption to the scenary at that moment could pass for an action movie entitled "wild and crazy." as the room was turned into a parliament of lawlessness. Femi appeared to be the only one who wasn't comfortable partaking in the boisterous razzmatazz, hence, he decided to change parade. Although, he was a fore proponent of the party in the first instance, but he had not bargained that it become a group sex romp. In a bid not to appear timid, he quickly came up with a plan which succeeded easily.

"I don't mean to sound rude, but I'd rather we both go to my lodge. It's only a block away." Femi said to Tracey, whispering into her ears.

Tracey had this suspicious look on her face, but still followed him without any protest. Barely had they left the room before she started staggering. It became evident that she was tipsy due to the excessive consumption and combination of Mc'dowells and fresh palm-wine. Bishop and Skipo were obsessed with the group sex not to notice when they left the room, sounds of indistinctive moaning could be heard as they slowly walked passed the window, leaving St' Valentine's Lodge.

Femi gave Tracey a helping hand as she seldom walked properly, he carried her arms across his shoulder trying to balance her movement. It was quite a herculean task keeping her on a straight pace as they made to his apartment. On getting there, he made her lie on his bed whilst he looked for his chargeable lantern since there was no electricity at that moment. He soon found the lantern and then placed it on his reading table, before proceeding to lock his door.

Femi shrugged and heaved a sigh of relief, he stared directly at Tracey who laid helplessly on the bed like a log of dead wood. He walked towards her and sat on the bed closely beside her, she was smelling drunk which he could perceive from her breath whenever she made a pout trying to kiss him. Femi remained calm trying not to rush into action. He paused for a while admiring the pretty young lady whom he barely knew anything about, the thought of having sex with a girl under the influence just didn't seem right. He had mixed feelings whether to take advantage of her situation and have sex with her or allow her to sleep through the night without touching her. Whilst he was still battling with his thought, an imaginary red-headed beast appeared interrupting his thought. The ugly looking creature with two horns advised him to bleep her without showing mercy. Suprisingly, before he could have another thought, Tracey sprung up from her lying positing and started making advances towards him. Just like magic, their lips became interlocked in hot kisses which climaxed into french kissing. Femi seized the opportunity to caress her entire body regardless of her drunken state of mind. The pre-intimacy became more intense which sparked the romantic affair into another level. Femi continued smooching and kissing her both on her cheek and neck, as against the usual lips collition. After a reasonable period of love making, he successfully pulled off her clothes to behold her confident boobs which were turgid and rugged. He kissed and massaged her breast with an ounce of impunity while she yipped in ecstasy.

"Bleep me hard!! Make me happy!" Tracey muttered sexily grabbing his right hand and rubbing it around her pusssy region. She was already wet down there as a liquid substance had moisted her jean trouser. The both of them were sweating profusely due to the absence of electricity, but that wouldn't deter him from having his way with her, in fact, nothing could stop him now, not even his conscience, or so he thought.

Femi made to unzip his trouser but then the unexpected happened. A bearded man wearing white robe with large features also appeared in his thought, and warned him not to take advantage of her, before disappearing almost immediately. Femi was stunned, his body temperature drastically reduced to the lowest degree, his erected dick subsided as he lost interest in the sex. He came back to his senses and recalled how Tracey had been acting desperate despite being a stranger to him, he have had sex with several girls in the past, but not without protection, beside, everything happened so quick which made it - too good to be true. What if she become pregnant, what if she has an infection, what if she has an hidden motive. These 'what if's, however, spelt doom for him and he wasn't prepared to take the risk.

Femi left his trouser zipped, he retracted from her body and wore a worrisome look on his face.

"Baby, what's the problem, why the sad look, do I stink?" Tracey asked a million questions at the same time, she didn't seem drunk anymore. Femi fought the urge not to reply her questions, but after remaining silent for a while, he made an unexpected remark.

"I'm not your baby. Just go to the bathroom and wash yourself up" He said. "By the way, you don't stink" He added.

I've made some slight adjustment in the last update about Kemi and Tracey. Kindly re-read to be fully enlightened.

Typing continues shortly...