Following,though jst begining

Make una no vex o,so person fit come here jst put mouth abi

my own is-oga mynd,we do u bad thng,update ur story more na

Phil,I dey kampe o

Oge Adegwu hp u r typing

I'l b waitn

its rili a pity hw ur wrk got pirated,pray u rectify d problem

Na omoye

to knw d components of d head na

lekinz baba,u r wlcm

Nikita exactly

A week later,Aidan returned home looking skinny as usual.My mum said we were to wait for more two days so that he can add a little flesh.

I used the opportunity to put finishing touches to my packing.That was the 1st time I was going to the village,so I packed virtually everything in my room,I even borrowed bags from Vitalis.

A day to the D-day,I rolled up my mattress.Folding the mattress was a real biggie,I sweated and had muscle cramps but I bore it all.I reasoned that since I was going on holidays,I would be needing everything in my room so that I could arrange a room same with mine at the village.

That night,I slept on a bare frame,with my luggage occupying a part of the room.

Late at night,my mum came inside the room,probably to pack my things.While I was busy dreaming about the village and the streams Aidan always told us about,my mum shook me vigorously.You know,there is this kinda dream you'll be enjoying that you wont wana open your eyes for anything.

I closed my eyes tightly,but when a slap landed on my back,the whole dream vanished.I started crying immediately,at the top of my voice ofcourse.
'Bia this girl,don't wake the whole neighbourhood with your pretentious cry,hold your lips osiso',my mum commanded.She only spoke Igbo when she is very angry.

I held my mouth,without a sound escaping,lest I get a good spanking.Seeing that I wasn't thinking of crying again,'get down from that bed'.

As obedient as ever,I climbed down.My mum then drew a chair,sat down and said,'nne if you know how you packed these things,start unpacking them'.On hearing that,I thought I have been disqualified for the journey.I opened my tears reservoir,making no move to go near the bundle.

Seeing my reaction,my mum told me that I was still going to the village but I must unpack for her to sort the clothes out.I still remained stubborn.I got more slaps,yet I refused to move.My mum knew that I had switched on to the mode where no matter how I got beaten I would still be adamant.

She started smiling,'Baby,sorry you hear'.Just that word baby was enough,to dry up the tank.I nodded brightly.

'Oya come and unpack the bags',I obeyed.Within few minutes I emptied the bags.My mum placed the foam back and asked me to go to bed.She then started packing the bags herself.I fell asleep spying on her.

The next day,we all set off for the village,with my mum driving us.The journey was quite far that I kept asking my mum whether we have reached.She got tired of answering my questions,that she started ignoring me.

I resorted to waving at people we passed and making faces at them.

Later,we reached the village,on seeing our car,kids ran after the car till we reached our compound.When we came down from the car,they gathered around me saying'onye ocha'(white girl).

Due to the fact thet I was yet to carry out any study on the environment,I didnt attempt to hit anybody.I kept an innocent face.

My mum called my grannies,my grandma came home 1st,dancing and jubilating,she told us that my grandpa went for a meeting which would dismiss in the evening.

The kids helped in packing our belongings inside,and were later settled with goodies.There was this particular boy with a big head that I kept looking at.His face was quite mean,coupled with his bighead,saying he was ugly was an understatement.I resolved to check out his head in future

stefikal:

u don land
*adjusts glasses* where d update now?

lemme strt typing

I don land

u go manage swallow d meat

ella, do you know i tot of including beryl in the action?


Choi,I no fit shout

must u leave us hangn

More pls

We dey wait

More pls

Obinnau: i would rather be praying for another update than puff puff and zobo

exactly

adusco: You deserve a page in one of our dailies.kudos!

yep

Cool......so wat nw,dey r gona strt lording Bisi abi na wetin

Na wa o

Wlcm

Rock notin fit hapn to u

make I reach house,I go reply all d comments

I don land,make una wait 4 me u hear?

Na God save u,had it bn u cntinued keepn us in d dark abt evelyn I 4 flog u,trust me na

This action film me likey

Quite sensible,maturity is setting in

Stef,na kidnap I go kidnap u,u go cme my house finish dt ur story

Rock dey come

tnx Uthman

buoye we go soon knw

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I don serve una brunch

Seeing that no punishment was forthcoming,I took my bath and changed into fresh clothes.I hardly bathed myself,not minding my age.If asked to bath I would go into the bathroom and stay,wasting water washing my hands with soap till whoever asked me to bath got tired of waiting.

After changing my clothes,I ran out of my room and was just coming out of the front door when I saw the gateman open the gate for a mad woman,she was mad in the sense that she was shouting at the top of her voice.I was about to come out fully to have a clearer view of the woman when I saw him dragging a boy inside.A boy wearing a mask,still wondering when women started leading masquerades,I had a clearer look at the boy and discovered that it wasn't a masquerade afterall.

It was no other person than the boy I fought,with his raging mother.With the speed of light,I ran back inside,and made for the store.

The woman got to the house and increased the tempo of her shouts.My mum opened the door and asked calmly,'yes,how may I help you?

The woman who was all prepared for a fight was thrown off balance with the calm reception,she kept quiet for a while then started again,'madam,go and bring out your daughter,I want to know why she picked my son as a victim for her bloodsucking venture','go and bring your witch,ogbanje',she talked on and on.

I was called out,on seeing the face of the boy,I started laughing,his upper lips were swollen beyond proportion,with protruding cheek.Maybe he landed with his face inside the gutter.

One look at my mum,my laughter stopped abruptly.'Beryl,who is this boy',I became instantly dumb.We were just like David and Goliath,the only difference was that I,David was being punished instead of praised for beating up Goliath.

When the woman saw that I was making no attempt at answering my mum,she took it up on herself,'this your daughter,beat up my son on their way back from school,she broke his waterbottle,his teeth and threw away his books'.

While the woman was busy narrating,my mum was busy looking from me to the boy,she must have been wondering how I beat up a boy bigger than me.Afterwards,she went inside and brought the waterbottle my dad bought newly for me and handed it over to the woman,together with some amount of money.The woman happily left with her son.

Immediately they left,my mum dragged me inside and locked the door.Then went inside and fetched my cane.In my house we had separate canes according to our sizes.On seeing the cane,I started crying and begging,making a thousand and one promises.My mum wasn't touched because she flogged me mercilessly.

While I was still crying,my mum went inside and brought food,placed it on the dining table and asked me to go and eat.I dared not say no,if not I would get more floggings.After eating,still sulking,I went to bed and my dream was filled with that boy laughing at me and showing off my waterbottle.

The next day at school,during break,I went inside the boy's class,took the watercan,then went to the field where he was playing football,called his attention and ran off with the waterbottle.

As expected,he chased after me,on getting to the refuse dump,I started filling it with dirt,before he could catch up with me,I left it there and ran away.There was no way he would use that can again,I knew that for sure.

The number of people coming to my house for the refund of their spoilt items increased that my parents went and bought school requirements ranging from exercise books to pencils and stored it at home.

As time went on,I started getting angry whenever I was called 'Beryl FM'.Calling me that became an invitation for a fight,whether at home,church or school.

Towards the end of the term,I fought a boy who started the fight by calling me the detested name.We broke three glasses in the course of the fight.The proprietor took it upon himself to punish us.

In as much as I was a good fighter who always got flogged,my body never got used to cane.Therefore when we were taken to the prop's office,I caught fever.I never knew a more cooperative body than mine.My body worked hand in hand with me in a way that even when I feign sickness,my body understands and makes it real,When my temperature was checked,they confirmed me sick,I was set free.

At the end of the term,I came 1st with the normal extra report sheet.After congratulating me and vita who also came 1st,my mum told us that once Aidan returned from school,where he was a boarder,we were going on holidays to the village.

dolly dolly: Hahahaha... It should rather be "Welcome to Naija 101".

lagos dudes

We go dey wait sha

Gud mrnin everybdy,hp d nyt ws gud

Etisalat got infected with MTN's kind of disease lastnyt,after typing to post na wahala,wl try again ds mrnin

abt the length of the updates,I rili dnt get it o,u mean even wen d available space remainin out of 5000 was 1000,it ws stl not lengthy,hmm,I'l continue tryin sha

you guys are yet to strt giving corrections


Fony whr u bn go since


tnx buoye