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AudreyTimms:
Lol! I'm in naija. All of them!

all naaah, i dont accept per se. Even terry G and pasuma?

Queenxtar Nice write-up there.

tescoleps:
Nice one. Tanx for d update... More grease to ur elbow.

thanks alot. This will push me on!

folake25:
'yeegat' got me laughing reali cool. am loving ur story. well done

thanks Folake! really appreciate!

CONTINUATION.....



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The man in the flowing dandogo hurried out after the car exited the area and dropped the bag of newspapers at the foot of a young boy who obviously was the original vendor. He passed a #500 naira note to the boy, smiled and raced off. The boy happily stood up and continued with his job. He didnt feel perturbed if the time had gone or not.



As the unknown fellow sighted a fence corner, he walked in and soon came out in a t-shirt on a pair of jeans, he looked at his footwear and sighed. If he wore boots or shoes, it would have made him obvious to the security guards. Or which A.boki wore soccer boots on his flowing gown?

He waved down a bike and was soon out of sight.



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"Global! Global!! Global!! Global Excellence" the students roared repeatedly. The school was bigger and more populated than Crown Comprehensive, and they wasted no efforts in making that play a huge task in the game between the two schools.


Triple C wasted no efforts in enjoying possession few minutes into the match. The pressure to better the last game's result could be felt in every touch and pass of the ball. Global Excellence, however won their first duel with ease, thanks to the lack of discipline on the path of Millennium International. They looked like the minnows in the group after going down 4-1 to Global Boys.


Louis sat on a pavement that served as seat for spectators. It was a little far from the pitch, so the students crept forward a little to catch the game despite the linesmen's constant warnings.


As he watched on, he thought of his exam which was just a few weeks away after the competition. The advice Pamilerin gave him that morning resurfaced and he digested it silently and more effecively. He turned to see Mr Lambert in a chat with some senior students. Evidently, they discussed sports.


"Aaaaahhhhhh!!" and suddenly everyone's divided attention was on the field. It was a bad tackle. Mr Lambert rushed forward to help his limping student. The referee didnt hesitate to brandish a caution. Many felt he should have been send off, but the referee knew what he was doing.
The player recovered and was soon on the pitch a few minutes after, with cheers from his schoolmates. Shouts of 'Bayo' rang through the air and he, obviously 'feeling' it, bounced proudly onto the pitch.


"Goallllllllllllllllllll !!!" Global! Global!!



"What exactly is wrong with these boys? What! Mr Ade what is wrong." Mr Lambert was furious. He felt he needed to focus on the match this time around. Mr Adeneye's constant shouts were not effective perhaps. The boys wiped the sweat on their faces as the Global Boys celebrated in such a way to create envious and spite.


Louis' heart skipped as he watched the celebration of his rival. The more he felt his heart hit his chest, the more he realized the junior team rested on his shoulders, or maybe on teamwork.


"Louis! Louis!! Come here." the Senior Girl snapped out of nowhere. He got down and was soon at her side.

"Yes Snr Charity!" he looked at her face. She was not pleased. Her hands rested on her waist. She seemed restless.


"I hope you're seeing what's happening? Don't try and make such a mistake when you start. Do you hear. She held her ear.


"I will try my best senior!"

"Don't try any best, give your......"



"GOALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL !!!"


Charity stopped short and ran forward to see. The whole school were already jubilation, the dust that filled the air was enough sign. She and Louis ran for a clear cover some metres away.


She laughed and was soon gone from his side, almost as soon as they got cover. Bayo to the rescue!


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The match ended with one more goal seperating both teams. One team left the Constanto sad and it was definitely not Crown Comp. A hard fought duel. With this result, they had a better chance of qualifying from their group. They awaited the other fixture between Soundhope and Millennium International.


Sixtus surfaced and beckoned to Louis to follow him. He succumbed and soon found the team, he met the big-headed Chidi who smiled and soon they began talking out ideas. Their game was fifteen minutes away.



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"How is his temperature?" Gozie asked upon arriving. Ugo was smoking at a corner.


"This boy should be better by evening." Ugo exclaimed.


"Hmm so you know some doctor stuff? Where are....?"


"Went out for reloading!" Ugo replied and went on filling the air with stale smoke.


Gozie turned and smiled. He crashed into the chair and remembere Oga Hai. He was about asking when Ugo cut in.


"Oga Hai don call! He talk say make we buy malaria drugs and some other stuff for him."

Gozie cursed, but got up, he needed to go out almost as soon as he arrived.


Song: Asa- Jailer

charijee:
you truly need the break but finish the story 1st.....God has been wonderful to me.....have a nice day

oh sure. Il do that.