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Ice i wasnt invited still. Issorait!


Good story by the way. Will be back for constructive crits

Jig? Its okay. Wasnt expecting that arrest though. Keep twisting like twista!

lekinz:

good! Cant wait. Howz the family.

CONTINUATION...




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A few minutes after getting some drugs, Gozie returned to see Sam vomitting. Ugo held a bucket of water and he assisted in making him take some drugs.


"E be like say we need one fine babe wey go nurse this pikin o!" Ugo observed. Gozie turned and led the young boy back in and ensured he was calm. He stood hands akimbo and peeped out the window, thinking what to do, drifting off as the sail on a yacht. This was truly getting out of hand.


He remembered digging on Mr Ibe and his whereabouts. It wasnt yet conclusive. But he assured himself that it would soon all be over and he would be free from any obligations. He was getting pissed , yet it wasnt yet a week into 'business. He shut the door behind him and fell asleep on the chair, totally ignoring the fumes that filled the air from Ugo's cigarettes.

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Mr Ojemba arrived his son's school and headed for the Principal's office. He was taken aback by the quiet atmosphere. He checked a few classes and discovered they were empty, save a few. He sighted the school Bursar and soon introduced himself eagerly. He had no time to waste.

The Bursar was about dialling the Principal's number when he requested he did that himself, and this wasnt official, so to speak.


"Hello Mr Pius, Mr Ojemba speaking." He heard some noise and cut the call.


"Sir, you seem in a haste. Any message i can deliver on your...." the bursar asked.


"I'l be back madam. Il be back." he repeated as he tapped the desk with his keys repeatedly.


"Alright sir. We'l be expecting you. Goodday sir." she responded, but he was already gone. She wondered why he acted that way.


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Repeated chants of 'Headmaster' filled the air for minutes before the junior teams kicked off. Everyone stood still as though in honour of a legend. Louis was distraught about the alias, but gave up. There was nothing much he could do. He looked about from the centre circle and spied Mr Ojemba making his way through to the front. He seemed restless as usual. He sighted the Principal and began a conversation with him. The referee blew the whistle for the match to begin.



As though waiting to be compelled, the opposing team began their chants of 'Global', while the students of Crown replied back earnestly with 'Headmaster'. Louis felt his heartbeat racing as he ran through the field, wanting to leave his mark on the field.



He got hard tackles, but soon left a mark as he scored this time with his foot, beating his marker and the goalkeeper to make it 1:nil in favor of Triple C.



The excited principal tried hard not to break the conversation he had with Mr Ojemba who was equally distracted seeing his captive son's friend becoming the hero.



"Your son's friend...." The principal remarked. "He seems determined on representing Sam with every move he makes."



Mr Ojemba could only sigh in reply. ' Headmaster' was all he could utter at the end of the match which ended 3:nil, Louis grabbing all the three goals; a hattrick hero. He looked for Mr Lambert and saw him jumping excitedly as though he was'nt the Deputy-Principal. He was about leaving when Louis set himself free from the crowd that lifted him high and raced toward Mr Ojemba.


"He would come soon. I can feel it!" Louis panted as he spake.


Mr Ojemba looked at the face of the boy who held his hands. The urge to weep came, but he overcame it quickly.


"Thank you!"


And that was the very first time in a year he uttered those very words to a soul! He strolled to his car and sped off.


Song: Schoolboy Q ft Kendrick Lamar- Blessed

texanomaly:
in·am·o·ra·ta
iˌnaməˈrädə/
noun
a person's female lover.


cour·te·san
ˈkôrdəzən,ˈkôrdəzan/
noun
a prostitute, especially one with wealthy or upper-class clients.


par·a·mour
ˈperəˌmo͝or/
noun
a lover, especially the illicit partner of a married person.

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On second thought:

Temptress

Seductress

séduction accomplie

Entranced


He's described his bad habit as if it were a lover that he can't quit. "She" is an addiction. He is helpless against Her charms.

( sits and learn) Thanks. Texanomaly!

Dopevick you're welcome!

Cheriepet:
Ha finally..... longest time daveP?

Dave how come sam is still in captivity even afta my hiatus abeg free dat boy oh make him no die

its not been that easy. I cant say yet if he'l die or not.

mehn! Womehn! Ive missed your presence here alot. Welcome back.