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[quote=Dani]Written by OLABEP, (Follow on IG & Twitter: @IamOLabep, Whatsapp and CaLL: 07031959641) . . MUMMY! MUMMY!! MUMMY!!! I shouted at the top of my voice after opening my compound gate, NTA broadcast it yesterday night that May/June 2011 West Africa Senior Secondary Certificate Examination Result is.. My dad gave me two thousand naira to buy result checker scratch card and use part of the money for printing, he told to print four copies.. I prayed throughout that, my prayer point that night was Lord the least grade I want is c5.. I woke up late that morning, I quickly dash to bathroom, brush my teeth and took my bath, I went to mummy’s room, I did not meet her indoor, i look for her around the compound, still cant find her, I’m about giving up, when I remember have not check if she’s in kitchen, finally I found her the kitchen/ Me: Good Morning Ma “I PROSTRATED” Mummy: Morning Dear, Bawo Ni Night EH ? “0Means; How was Your Night ?” Me: Fine ma.. Mummy: Where To ? Me: I’m going to Cafe Ma, I want to go check my Result. Mummy: Why not Wait till noon? Me: No ma.. A lot of Candidates we be checking theirs too this morning, so I have to get there very early. Mummy: wait let me dish your food then Me: I’m late mum. Bye . . . I dash out of the building, I stopped a Bike Man(Okada) immediately I stepped out of the building. Bike Man: Where Are going too ? Me: Oxygen Cafe. Bike Man: Give Me 200 naira Me: Mtcheew!!!!!, Why You No Collect Two Thousand Naira ? Bike Man: I go collect am, if you give me Na. Me: See oga, the most I can pay is One Hundred Naira. Bike Man: Pay 150 Naira. Me: You fit dey if you no dey collect 100 Naira. Walking away from him, he called me back and said, I carry you because you be my first customer today.. Don’t worry you make more money today I replied sarcastically. In less than Fifteen Minutes, We have gotten to the Cafe.. If you See Crowd, you go fear, the thing be like Crusade.. Luckily for me I saw Anita, she left my school Two Years Ago, I heard She Traveled to Lagos.. I saw her first but I pretend as if I don’t know her.. Olaaaaa she screamed and jump at me, Me: Hi.. Anita Whats Up ? Anita: I’m good.. You looking good I must confess. Me: you ain’t bad too dear. Anita: You here to check your result ? Me: you are right, but its like I will have to come back. Anita: Why ? Me: Haven’t Eaten, and I cant wait for these Queue. Anita: I we help you, but Me: but what ? Anita: My Birthday Party is coming up this weekend, I want you to be my Special Guest Me: That’s quite difficult oh, but how are you goona Scale through this Crowd ? Anita: My Uncle Owns here, Are You Coming or Not ? Me: I will try.. Anita: Thanks Dear, Bring Your Details, the scratch card is 500 Naira Me: How Much is Printing ? Anita: 10 naira per copy. Me: print five copies I gave her a thousand naira note, I sat under a tree outside the cafe waiting for her, some are smiling after coming out of cafe, while some are frowning, some even went to the extent of crying. I was praying silently When I felt a tap on my shoulder. . . Congrats was the first thing Anita uttered before give me my change,she later show me my result.. Wao!!! I screamed I had 4A’s , 3B’s , 1C5 And 1C6.. Me: Anita I gat to go, I’m too happy to be standing here. Anita: You did not even ask about my own result ? Me: I’m bad, I’m sorry.. How was it ? Anita: it was fine. Me: thats good. I hug her and was about leaving the spot when she said Ola you did not even ask for the address.. Me: I’m sorry.. Give me your number let me flash you, then you forward the address through Sms. Anita: Ok.. 0806******* I saved her number and flashed her before leaving the cafe. Good bye I muttered but she replied with see you on Saturday instead. . . . Tope shut me up from her room.. Tope: Oga Shut Up, Mummy is Around. Me: Mtcheew, is that why you are shouting.. I ignored her, I went to the kitchen to get my food.. i slept off after eating, I ate on the bed, maybe that was what prompt me to sleep.. The sound of my Nokia 2700 jolted me back to life.. To Be Continued…[/quote]http://tricksng.com/forum2_theme_112131199.xhtml?tema=272

“Its not good for you to be absent-minded during lectures Philips” It was Mrs Armstrong’s stern voice. Allen could not reply since he found no words for his fooly. “Now you’re back from your daydream, can you answer the answer the question?” Allen didn’t hear Mrs Armstrong’s question, and if said that the whole class would laugh him to scorn, which he loathed so much. “Em…ma’am, i don’t think i know the answer” Allen replied feigning ignorance. “Why, but that’s weird, partly everyone knows the ans, why you of all people?” Mrs Armstrong knew that Allen didn’t know the question at first. Allen struggled with himself. Then he spied Kimball writing something down on a piece of paper. Pretending to think deeply and by a slight bow of his head, he read the question clearly from Kimball’s note: “What are three other tools used in programming apart from Javascripts?” Straightening himself up confidently he answered correctly to the amazement of Mrs Armstrong who could have sworn that Allen didn’t hear the question at all. That was the reason why she had asked him the question in first place, she knew he was absent-minded during her teaching, but how he came about the answer she couldntt decipher, perhaps that cousin of his might have whispered it to him, she envied the two of late. ]”You were thinking about your classmates behaviour towards me right?” He was startled, he always was whenever Kimball spoke his thoughts clearly as though she could read his inner thoughts. “Yea, i was embarrassed” He replied. They both sat on the low pavement of the school fountain at the lunch stand in the school’s cafeteria. “You don’t have to be embarrassed, its always like that with them, you should know better”. “You are not coming for the psychic lessons today, are you?”. Allen asked Kimball after a short silence. “No, am always bored with the lessons”. Allen’s love and feeling for things beyond the human mind drove him to attend Stephen Shaw’s psychic lessons. Though Grandpa wasn’t aware , he never hid it from Kimball and even invited her to join. At first she liked the lectures but recently he noticed that she seemed uninterested. “Am not going either, i want to get home as early as possible” said Allen remembering of the legend Grandpa was to tell him when he would be back from school. “Unlike you, any special treat at home?” She asked suspiciously. …… To Be Continued…
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The silence was unbecoming for Allen who had watched Grandpa’s face change and lost in thought at his request of the legend story, a deep thinking had fell on Grandpa but now Allen saw that Grandpa was back from his deep thought and should be ready to talk.
“Grandpa?”
“Yes son”
“Tell me about the legend of our ancestors” Allen said quietly.
“It would do you no good” was the reply.
“No, it would make me more informed about who i am, and the type of people i originated from.” Allen replied , already getting irritated.
“Perhaps you could go and read it in the papers”
“I’ve done that severally, but i think there’s more to it”
“You have read it? When?” Grandpa asked with raised brows.
“At school , my friends always wanted to know about one thing or the other, so one day i bought the magazine and took to school and we all read it together …..but there were so many questions on my mind after reading it, and i thought the questions would be cleared if you tell me the whole story yourself”. Allen concluded , not sure what grandpa’s response would be.
“What kind of questions are bothering you son?” He knew where questions would arise from, but he never wanted to loose his grandson to Aragon.
“Em…questions like…like..after the peace treaty was signed, why did Aragon destroy the copy sent to him?”
Grandpa hesitated. The question could only be answered with the full story told.
Reluctantly he said, “Lets discuss this some other time, its really cold now, and the night’s far spent.”
Resolving to go to sleep, he stood up and sighed briefly, he would ask Grandpa later the next day Allen thought.
Pointing to Athen who had sprawled on the floor deep in sleep Grandpa said, “Put your brother to bed, and goodnight”.
He kissed him and walked out of the room feeling exhausted.
Allen took up his brother and with light strides he went to the bedroom that hoarded them both. First thing after school tomorrow, he decided was to get Grandpa tell him about THE LEGEND OF THE SAINTS.
Neil Kimball stepped into the lecture hall just as hissed and remarks circulated the room. She wasn’t bothered, head held high with calculated steps, she secured a seat near Allen and after a brief casual greeting, was seated, listening attentively to Mrs Armstrong, the Java lesson teacher for St. Main Charity School , Kambury.
The school was donated to the Kamburian citizens by the philanthropist Jean Keg, a native of Kambury who owned several charity organization in town and out of town. Kambury could now boast of modern technology-based school, were literally almost all subjects and technical courses were taught.
At Mrs Armstrong’s last lecture the previous day, she had designed a webpage using javascripts, which she did as an example for the students, she had then told them to do their’s in the school computer room and submit it via online online service to her office mail immediately after lunch.
When she got to class later in the day, during the evening lectures she had praised Neil Kimball for being the best programmer much to the envy and jealousy of her colleagues. Though Allen knew much about Javascripts, he had gotten a lower mark for his programming, but he didn’t see any reason to envy Kimball who had scored highest. Kimball, he knew was a very smart and brilliant girl and she deserved any appraisal any day any time.
Kimball knew Allen was not the type to get envy or jealous about other persons success , or to boo at other people because and this quality she respected in him which seemed like no other classmate had.
Before her entrance into St. Masin Charity school, Kimball had first met Allen at the Youth empowerment programme launched by the Citadel of Mercy, the biggest and most populous church in Kambury . Since then they had been good friends. Their friendship was strengthened more when they learnt that they were both distant cousins of the Philips family.
Allen on his part had always had respect and held Kimball in high esteem, whom he had considered perfect all round , in facial appearance, an bookwork, in sports, socially, in all sphere of life! She was so perfect to Allen that she became his model!
As he sat in the classroom next to Kimball , he felt angry at the awkward behavior of his classmates to her. He didn’t see why they should ridicule Kimball simply because she was brilliant!
His mind strayed on. He thought if he had special powers, he would deal mercilessly with them. He was thinking when he felt a hand wave across his face. Reality hit him fast as he returned to the classroom from the world of daydreaming and behold all eyes were on him, anxious, puzzled eyes, even Kimball was not left out! She had waved her hand across his face when to her surprise he didn’t respond to Mrs Armstrong’s question though he was staring straight at her.
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The driver beckoned unto us and we boarded the vehicle. I now observed that Kaffie pushed me into the middle seat while Christie and Kaffie sat at the doors. We continued our journey. When I checked my phone I saw several whatsapp messages from Blessing and Mrs. Adedokun. By the time we got to Bida, it was already 7pm in the night. After a brief stop for prayers, we continued our journey. When we were at FUT Minna main gate, Kaffie and I exchanged numbers and she promised to call me. Christie was also free with me and the three of us discussed a lot. Politics, Business, Money and most especially women. The two faced me and they were talking on how men are beast…… bla, bla, bla. We got to Minna around 8.45pm and what shocked me most was that when Christie and I dropped, Kaffie gave me a kiss and promised to call me later in the day. Christie called the person she was going to meet only for her to realize that the man’s wife picked the call and blasted her on the phone. I decided that instead of her to be stranded, she should follow me to the guest house where I will put up for the night. I made enquiries about some guest houses in town and as I got some places I decided to flag down a bike that will take the two of us there. When the bike man came, I boarded but saw Christie standing by Me: Christie, where will you now stay? Christie: Mike I don’t want to bother you. I will look for a church where they will be doing all – night and join them. In the morning I will go to see my sister in Abuja before heading back to Ibadan. Me: you are funny sha. Do you think this place is Ibadan where churches do all – night? Abeg, enter bike She hesitated for a while but later she agreed to join me. We got to a guest house at Paiko Road (behind Fadama “Farm Centre”) where we later disembarked from the bike and after paying him, we entered. We booked for a room and I told the receptionist that she is my cousin and we both came to Minna for a programme. After being given a room, we entered Christie: I will sleep on the chair Me: for what Chris? Christie: you paid for the room, so you will be the one to use the bed I went to the bed, took a pillow and went to the chair. Then, I jumped on the chair and rested my head on the pillow. Me: if you succeed in pulling me out of the chair to the bed, then fine; if not, you will sleep on the bed. Christie: e se pupo (thank you very much) Me: na you sabi. I am very hungry. Then I realized that I forgot my bag inside the car!!! though we’ve done the naming yesterday To Be Continued… http://tricksng.com/forum2_theme_112131199.xhtml?tema=262

THE clouds rumbled incessantly, as the lightening sent bright flashes and the thunderclaps threatened the old family house. Allen has just put off their supper plates and shut down the window panes while outside the rain drizzled on with its troop of thunder , lightening and harsh wind. Grandpa feeling gay after the delicious supper squatted easily on the floorboard beside the fire that was blazing on furiously wedding off the stubborn cold that invaded the area. Athen sprawled happily beside grandpa , nothing left him in good moods more than a delicious sufficient meal that always left his tummy so tight. Allen joined the only family he got on the floorboard enjoying the sound of the rain on the roof top. At fifteen he didn’t find that too childish , so he listened intently to the drumming of the rain, while Grandpa and Athen looked on into the blazing fire in their midst, sleep wasn’t evident. Athen broke the silence, “Grandpa can you tell us a story?” he half pleaded, he half enforced. Grandpa brooded quickly, and coming up with no story said “Go to sleep boy, its late, stories told at late nights could evoke unwanted thoughts and spirits” But the boy could not be fooled easily, “Grandpa that’s not true, nights are the best time for story telling.” Grandpa’s reply wasn’t reassuring, so Athen who was five years younger than Allen gave up the plea, but Grandpa’s first reply about “evil spirits” had clicked on something in Allen’s mind and evoked a feeling instantly. Allen took great liking in spirit related things, spiritual things, things beyond the human thinking , he was a lover of psychic related studies. Allen knew next to nothing about his generation and ancestors, but he knew that there was something unique and special about his family history. If not why has so many psychics of renown taken the pain to study the history of his family and even the popular publishers of the Dailies called or rather termed the stories “legend of the saints”. Allen had always wanted to know about the legend , but his father won’t hear of it. On several occasions him and Athen has been warned severely to have nothing to do with the legend. Allen thought all of it was just too fishy, but he dared not talk about it to his father. Now his parents were no more, it would be very odd if he never knew a thing about his family history and famous generation, as only the closest parent he had now was Grandpa who of course wasn’t sure of many more years. So Allen sought for Grandpa’s help. The rain and lightening still bowled on outside and the fire blazed on. Now Allen broke the silence. “Grandpa tell me about the legend of the saints”. The astonished old man jerked out his little nap or was it reverie? “What….the legend of the s..a.i…n.tss?, your dad would not like to hear that from you if he were here” “I know, i just ….actually dad said we were too tender then to be bored by the legend , but am fifteen now, i think am old enough”. Grandpa scratched his white beards. He himself found the legend interesting and was ever ready and willing to tell it to whoever wished to hear, but after the event of August 19 , he became afraid to utter the history to anyone. To Be Continued… http://tricksng.com/forum2_theme_112131199.xhtml?tema=261

AFTER LECTURES THAT DAY I WENT HOME TOOK MY TIME TO THINK OF WHAT TO TELL CHARITY ON PHONE, I WAS IN DEEP THOUGHT WHEN JOYCE CAME I WARNED ME ABOUT WHAT I WAS PLANING TO DO, SHE SAID IT SEEMS I WANT ANOTHER GIRL TO DIE BECAUSE OF ME, SHE LEFT. I DIDN’T CARE ABOUT WHAT SHE SAID SINCE THE CHARITY I KNOW IS A REAL CHURCH GIRL NOTHING WILL HAPPEN TO HER.
I PICKED UP MY PHONE AND DAILLED HER NUMBER, IT RINGED FIRST, SECOND, THIRD TIME SHE DIDN’T PICK UP, I WAS A BIT AFRIAD MAYBE JOYCE HAS ATTACKED HER. ON THE FOURTH CALLING SHE PICKED UP AND SAID SHE IS SORRY SHE WAS IN THE BATHROOM TAKING HER BATH THAT WAS WHY SHE DIDN’T PICK UP. I WAS A BIT RELIEVED
ME: OKAY, SO HOW ARE YOU DOING DARLING
CHARITY: HMM! WHEN DID YOU START TO CALL ME DARLING?
ME: JUST TODAY, AM JUST SEARCHING FOR THE BEST NAME TO CALL MY PRETTY BABY
CHARITY: WHO IS YOUR BABY IF I MAY ASK?
ME: YOU OF COURSE
CHARITY: PLEASE WHAT DID TAKE THIS EVENING, HOPE NOT ALCHOLIC?
ME: YES, DO I SOUND LIKE AM DRUNK
CHARITY: PARTIALLY, JUST READ YOUR SPEECH YOU MAY FIND OUT WHAT AM SAYING
ME: I MAY SOUND DRUNK BUT WANT TO TELL YOU THAT I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART AND AM READY TO DO ANYTHING TO PROVE IT.
CHARITY: ***SILENT FOR A WHILE*** WHEN DID DEVELOP THIS YOUR LOVE FOR ME.
ME: IT HAS BEEN LONG.
CHARITY: SO WHY DID IT TAKE YOU SO LONG TO CONFESS IT.
ME: AM WAITING FOR THE RIGHT TIME AND CHECKING IF WHAT AM FEELING IS LUST OR LOVE
CHARITY: I SEE, SO WHAT IS IT, LOVE OR LUST?
ME: LOVE DEAR
CHARITY: OKAY, I HAVE TO THINK ABOUT IT, YOU I HAVE LOVED YOU THE FIRST DAY BUT YOU SEEMED NOT TO FEEL WHAT AM FEELING FOR YOU
ME: I AM, JUST FORMING
CHARITY: OKAY! I WILL GIVE YOU A REPLY TOMORROW.
ME: OKAY… BYE…
CHARITY: BYE… LOVE YOU
***** HANG UP*****
(E DON ENTER) OBA GO
I WAS SO HAPPY THAT NIGHT TO THE EXTENT THAT I FORGOT TO TAKE MY DINNER, I SLEPT OFF!
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[quote=head admin]The lady that slapped me earlier had message again on whatsapp, I read the message while eating but I did not reply her believe is that, am snubbing her, she had sent series of apology messages while am still eating… After eating I replied her that her apology has been accepted.. She told me about herself, and she request I introduce my self too.. She was in 300level then, she told me her name is ibukun.. Told her about my self too, she had to apologise again when she realized am not even a futarian yet.. I told her she should forget about it.. She sent the pics of the guy she was waiting for, mehn like seriously the only different was that the guy had a lotta more beards than me.. But I was more handsome than him(lol).. It was when she said she want to see me again when we had misunderstanding that night.. The way she chat me up that night show she was really a cool lady.. I told her for now she cant see me, she asked if it was beacuse of what happen earlier I told her yes, she begged me that what happen was just a mixed up.. I told her am not convinced yet. That we could still be chatting on phone I may decided to sanction her request if I discovered if what happen today was really a mixed up.. i want to ask bout her age, but I just leave it thinking it will be so rude asking bout her age… But she later told me her age willing that night, after all her interogating and pleading that night I bid her goodnight, she replied with have a nice dream dear… In my mind I was like who is this mumu dear.. I reply same ma.. It was the same ma I sent that prompt another series of messages. Ibukun.. Who are you using ma for? Me.. You na Ibukun.. Are pulling my legs or are you serious? Me.. Am serious oh.. Ibukun.. Pls dont use ma for me oh Me.. But why Ibukun.. Am just 21 oh Me… Oh, ok then(so for the mumu mind I be 42 abi?) Ibukun.. Yea Me.. So how should I address you then Ibukun.. You can call me dear or baby.. Me.. Baby ko pinkin ni Ibukun.. Ah why? Me.. You re even older than my aunt Ibukun… Hmmm its a lie jhor.. Me… Am serious.. She is just 20.. Ibukun.. So how old are you then? Me… Am just 16, I will be 17 come september Ibukun.. Its a lie jhor.. Me.. Thats the truth, if you like believe if you like dont Ibukun.. Ok, so what about seeing you again before the week runs out Me.. Aunty ibukun its not not possible.. . . We ended the chats after few more discussion, I chatted with ayomide, bisola , paul, tania and sheyi too message me, but I did not reply her she was telling she had nothing to do with paul, (whats now my own concern) Ayomide too complained im not caring like I use to do.. I begged her I have been so busy.. It was tania message that was so scaring.. . . She asked if I know any shola, I replied her with whatsapp confused smiley… Trying to ward her off… But she shocked me when she sent a screenshot of shola profile… Im the one she used has her dp… I quickly updated lincoln on the new development he told me to shun tania.. But down to myself I know that idea wont work because if this idiot send the screenshot to caro… Its another problem.. I gather courage and reply her… I replied her if she uses my photo as her dp, hows that her problem.. She replied her problem is I cant be bleeping her and bleeping her friend at the same time.. I replied her hope she remember we are not even dating, that am just helping her satisfy er lust, she said shes less concern about that… The deal is I stop bleeping her or I stop dating shola, I did not even reply her what she just send upset me.. I switched off my data immediately very angry, I checked my side caro was sleeping already, she was still holding her phone, I took the phone away from her and help her drop it on the table.. I went to bed that night thinking about my stay with caro… . . . . One question am asking my self that night is, am I living the right life? Im having an affair with Caro which happen to be somehow related to me Ayomide is also there drooling over me. Bisola is waiting for me to do chop and clean mouth Shola too is there thinking i love her too. Sheyi is doing everything she could just for me to be hers Tania is nagging just because she wants me to Bleep her again Pelumi just join the list, dont know if she charmed cant stop thinking about her since we chatted in the evening.. I dont know what ibukun want too?? She just told me to call her baby… After pondering over all this girls…. I feel bad that night… I almost cried but i acted like a man… I prayed to God to lead me through because if i stick to this kinda life i will forfeit everything im here for.. I keep praying that night that i don’t know when I slept off… . . Will OLaBeP drop all this babe or stick to his current lifestyle, find out in next episode[/quote]http://tricksng.com/forum2_theme_112131199.xhtml?tema=244

[quote=Dani]In Lagos Vanessa had arrived from her trip. She was disturbed about the supposed cousin of hers called Rebecca and that made her trip come to an abrupt end. Her return was with a motive, a vehement motive which was to unveil who the mysterious girl was. One would have thought that it would be an almost impossible thing, but it isn’t.
The reason Vanessa was very sure that she will solve this mystery is because she remembered that they had a cctv camera that captured in motion any activity in the house, except for the bedrooms, toilet and kitchen.
She entered the house with caution as though she was breaking into someone’s house. That was how she saw the house now, like someone else’s house. After being sure that no one else was there with her, she accessed the computer in which the video from the cctv automatically recorded to. It took hours before an imaged popped up. She sat there apparently in great consternation as she watched the video looking transfixed, confused and bewildered.
Composing a long text message, she sent it to Sadiq via facebook.
Sadiq had woken up from his nap hours ago. His nap was cut short by Kazim who buzzed into his room. He was glad that Kazim woke him up because he was moment away from eating in his dream. That was how hungry he was.
“So let me get this straight.” Begin Kazim. “You stole your dad’s car and some random person also stole it from you?”
“First it’s not my dad’s car, he bought it for me so that makes it mine and second I didn’t steal it. I just moved it.” Sadiq observing how different the room looked. He knew it was Humaira’s hand work. Only she could do such a thing.
“Either way you put it, it still sound hilarious!” laughed Kazim. “Karma didn’t wait long to get you”
“I don’t even care about the car. What hurt me now is my phone that they stole!”
“You can always get a new one.” replied Kazim getting up to leave. “Aren’t you eating the bread?” he asked hungrily.
Sadiq moved forward to guard the bread from his reach.
When he was finally alone, he brought out his laptop, inserted the modem and logged into different sites. He gulped down the tea slowly while eating several slices of bread and opening several web pages on his laptop.
There were several messages on his facebook. Some weren’t new, they were ones he intentionally ignored or just didn’t have time to look through. He clicked on Vanessa’s message and was greeted by a long message. It went thus;
‘Remember we have a cctv camera in our house? So I got my hand on the video, and guess what I saw? Just you entering my house, sitting on the sofa and acting like you’re talking to someone and some weird act. I was confused at first then it occurred to me that you were just playing a prank on me. Nice one, but you just cost me a trip! I am going to strangle you when next we meet!!!’ message ends.
Sadiq mouth was wide open, and the bread he was about to eat hanging. This was a very serious case. The video she saw was obviously from the day he met Rebecca in her house! But….but it wasn’t showing Rebecca, the video was only showing him. Which means Rebecca is a ghost? A non -human?!
“No!” said Sadiq in disbelief, trying to lie to himself, trying to convince himself that it’s not true. He didn’t want to come to terms with the truth which was that he made out with a ghost!
Shocked as he was, he sat down there for minutes replaying the whole event that had
happened that day. From the old women he sighted leaving the house to when he met
Rebecca. Or was Vanessa playing a prank on him? Maybe she was because this was too
strange to comprehend.
Exiting his room, he made for Kazim’s room and borrowed his phone. He dialed Vanessa’s number and after they had talked for minutes, Sadiq was sure that it was not a prank of any sort. She was serious. He convinced her that the girl was with him on that day. Moreover he didn’t have the keys to the house, and if she watched the video closely she will notice that as he stood outside, the door opened from within and not from outside.
After re watching it she became terrified! He was right, the door did open from within. Very shaken now, she picked her bag and left the house hurriedly, taking a taxi to her grand dad’s.
He didn’t believe in ghost, ghost of dead people. It wasn’t possible. Anyone dead always remained dead, if not the whole would have been filled with ghost of all sorts roaming about.
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My dad jumped to his feet and hurried out of
sight. My mum and i walked slowly towards
the door. I walked closer to Ehis and
whispered to him.
“you ll come looking for your child someday ”
He totally avoided eye contact with me, he
knew deep within himself that he was the
father.
My dad’s car was not parked outside anymore,
he had left us in anger. My mum and i took a
cab home. We cried all the way home, other
passengers looked at us in amusement,
wondering what was wrong.
We got home, me and my mum went in
separate direction. I went to my room and
continued my tears. Ighalo joined me in my
room, and cried along.
About 10pm, a sharp knock on the gate
awakened everyone. Ighalo went outside to
open. My father staggered into the compound,
towards the house. I came to the seating room
to have a good view of him.
The stench of alcohol and vomit escorted him
as he staggered along. He began to utter
several senseless words
“you disgrace me you disgrace yourself. I’m a
failure, but your education is over, you and
your b—–d. ”
I knew he was referring to me, i was grieved. I
had never seen my father drunk before. As i
watched my father throwing up, and my
mother weeping, i felt terrible. I knew i had
brought shame and disgrace to my household,
and myself. I had made mistakes that would
change my life forever. All it really took was
one wrong turn.
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