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"Attai"

Flow had woken me up with a slight slap on the face.

"Na your papa face you just slap"

I said to him gently as I opened my eyes.

"But na you feel the pain na"

He countered. Flow always had something to say so I never got to really make him angry with my words.

"We don reach abeg, stand up"

He said as he opened the door. I stretched and yawned, smacking my lips in the process. I had inclined the seat so I was seeing only the roof of the car and the sky. I sat up slowly, something I should never had been in a hurry to do. I stared at poverty, poverty stared back at me. Poverty I had left a long time ago had come to make its abode in Lagos.

"Jesus!"

I was startled. Flow had slammed the door of the boot shut. I turned to see him making his way to my side. He tapped at the window, then opened the door.

"We don reach na, abi na here you go sleep?"

Flow asked. I was really not in a hurry to get down from the car. I was still in luxury and any attempt to bring my leg outside and step it on the ground will backfire me back to poverty.

"Flow, na wetin be this?"

I asked, my eyes open and burning with a heating anger.

"Na where you carry us land after we flex our money"

Flow said unconcerned.

"No dey repeat that talk. Na me and you spend the money moreover na you wey carry the money dey gamble self na im make us poor like this."

I fired at him. On the first day of our arrival at the hotel, Flow had gone downstairs from our room. He said he needed to drink. He had come back up 15 minutes later to come and break a news to me. He had discovered that Casinos was being operated in the hotel.

"Attai, me I be poker lord"

He had said excitedly.

"You sure, if you no win any money now, you know say we go hear am abi?"

I had asked him. Alhaji had collected our ATM cards from us so we would spend money judicially. Our cellphones too was swapped to a new one which could only call him and our contact. It had only his number and our contact on the phones. We were big men in a bigger city.

"No worry, I dey on top of this game"

He had boasted. I had accompanied him to the casino where a huge chunk of our money was wasted. Flow threw money around and attracted a lot of attention to us. The end result was me sitting down in the car and staring at Flow hard in the face.

"Oya no vex. We no go too stay here na. We just 3 days to stay and you go enjoy am"

Flow said trying to sound convincing.

I had no option than to step down from the vehicle after all, I was also brought up in a ghetto. I adjusted my cloth, picked up my bag which Flow had dropped in front of me and followed him. He had parked in front of a house that looked like a century old. Water was flowing past it and a long wooden board was laid on it to aid people get in and out of the house.

"Flow, na which part of Lagos be this self?"

I asked as we got to the door leading into the compound.

"Na AJ be this"

He replied.

"AJ na person name?"

I asked confused.

"No, we dey Ajegunle"

He replied. I am doomed, I screamed in my head. The same Ajegunle I had been hearing about was going to become my abode for days to come. We crossed the passage into one of the dirtiest compound I had laid my two na'ked eyes upon. The whole environment looked like a dump site. The compound had 10 rooms facing each other. That is a total of 20 rooms. At the extreme end, a man came out of one of the rooms tying only towel and entered into one of the two rooms that looked detached from the rest. He had a pail with him. I concluded that was the bathroom and toilet. I was really in a ghetto.

"My mannest man"

Somebody screamed in a coarse voice. I turned to see a black dude putting on a dirty brown singlet with smiling at us. He was putting on his slippers and at the same time walking towards us. His face looked like a mask, not because it was a mask but because he had cuts and scars everywhere. His teeth appeared to have been re-arranged by a supernatural force.

"K to the A to the R to the E to the E to the M"

Flow screamed, performing a funny dance.

"Ahhhh.... Ore mi, oju we... Weerreee"

The so-called Kareem shouted.

I was left out, my mouth opened wide. I just met a real thug.


TO BE CONTINUED...!!!

"Flow, since Kareem na your friend, oya come drive this car."

I shouted at Flow for the umpteenth time. I was already mad at him for saying I made the decisions that made us as cashless as a man feigning to be a beggar in Abuja. When I had brought the idea, it had seemed like the best idea ever with Flow singing my praise. I had performed a head dance to the tune he was singing.

We had our bags packed in the boot of the car while our chicken laps were neatly concealed in our pockets. We were in Lagos and taking chances could land you in hell quicker than a bullet from Boko Haram gun.

"Just dey drive make I dey direct you."

The ever lazy Flow replied me, picking pieces of suya he had bought from an aboki with his fingers. Instead of spitting out the suya, he was busy consuming it. Who would blame him, I mused, irritated at his action.

"See, I no want wahala o, make I no go speed pass junction wey we go enter."

I screamed at him. I was screaming because our car stereo was at its highest. I was almost becoming deaf but as a practicing big boy, I chillaxed.

"See as you dey complain like say no be me drive the car the last time wey be say Alhaji give us the car new new."

Flow replied, looking at his face in the mirror.

"That thing na driving them dey call am? You wey nearly end my life"

I said vividly remembering the beatings I had received that fateful night. If only I could turn back the hands of time.

"Oya come this side make I collect wheel for your hand."

I parked at the side of the road, oblivious of the fact that there was a "no parking" sign hanging above me.

"Open the door make you come down na"

I shouted at Flow.

"No, make we exchange"

He replied.

"Na who go follow under and who go follow up?"

I asked him.

"Make we just exchange jor, I look like say I wan gay your nyash?"

He asked me laughing. Maybe, just maybe, he had foreseen it because as soon as we started the exchange, there was a tap on the glass of the car. We paused, with Flow's weight squeezing me, his hand had pressed my ba'lls to the chair and it felt painful.

"Flowwwww...."

My voice had reduced to a squeal.

"You wan kill me?"

I shouted.

"Sorry"

He said curtly and we swapped positions immediately.

The tap came again from the driver's side. A shadow had blocked the light. Flow wound the glass which was tinted black down a little bit to hear whatever the person outside was yelling.

"We are latsma officials and you are under arrest."

I was shocked. Arrested for parking a car. Before I could reply the man, think up a defense or make any move, Flow had fired the car up, accelerating outside their grip. He dodged cars like James Bond until we got to the high way.

"Flow, na who be those people na?"

I asked a stupid question like I was not there when they introduced themselves.

"Na people wey governor send make them come welcome us"

He replied.

"If to say them catch us, we for carry our car bail ourselves."

Flow said as he caught me looking confused. It dawned on me that Lagos really had so many things I needed to learn. I leaned back and closed my eyes, thinking of the mansion Flow was driving us to. The same mansion owned by his friend, Kareem.

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[quote author=oliseh.com]wow! Ur last update is da bomb.
*if princesa cash u,she ll crash u*lol[/quote]Na una dey call her name now o.

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I tire oo

"Good morning Sir"

I heard from where I stood staring at my face in the mirror. Flow had gone out to receive what he called "vitamin k" from sunlight. Well, we had both woken up in the other side of the world as our night was spent partying and I for one who drove the car can't remember how I got home. It seemed the girls too had gone home. One strange thing was the fact that I did not know the name of the babe that had taken me to the heavens.

"Ehen my boy."

Flow seemed to be saying.

"I have washed the car sir"

Engineer added.

"That's nice of you. You can go"

Flow acted like a boss. He walked back into the house bare chested with bandage on the lower part of his stomach. I had bandage tied round my head and in case you have forgotten, I and Flow fought like two elephants. Instead of the proverbial grass suffering, we suffered the consequences of our fight.

"Flow, you collect the name of your babe?"

I asked as I brushed the hard feeling beards under my chin. We were told to always appear clean shaven as anything rough could trigger a negative reaction. With our face and head looking clean, we can always be mistaken for a uniformed person.

"O boy, I forget o."

He replied, his eyes down casted.

"E be like na that beating and beer comot everything from our head walai"

I said to him. I had to use our, we were both beaten up by each other.

"And that babe punaniii sweet die. I think say na honey I dey leak"

Flow confessed in the typical boys way. It is normal for guys to discuss a girl they just Bleep'ed with close friends. This makes their friends a little bit jealous and the guys, super heroes.

"Na you dey here dey talk. My own na heaven them import her from. Me and her go there more than 50 times."

I replied him, exaggerating so he would feel jealous.

"I gree, na only your own thing dey better pass. Another person own no dey ever do for your eye"

Flow said, moving into the room.

"I gree."

I shouted after him.

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We arrived at Alhaji's house, all set and packed for a journey to deliver coco. It was our first job outside the borders of Kano and even the north. We were venturing into the south as order had been placed. We were already months old in the business and the south was already ready to be explored. If it was the south, it would have been better but we were going to Eko city itself. Lagos. We needed to deliver coco to a general there.

"Do not make any mistakes and be sure to return as soon as contact is made"

Alhaji Mustapha said to us while we just nodded. Before you get confused, Alhaji Mustapha is both the brother and partner of our boss. He has his own boys but still maintain charge over the boys of Alhaji DK. In the business of coco, it is safer when they are two people involved. I will explain that later.

"Any question?"

That was the voice of Alhaji cutting into our thoughts, our own very Alhaji Dan Kwambo.

"None sir"

We both replied in a cool manner.

"Are your pistols well loaded and extra ammunition taken?"

Alhaji asked again. He was always very cautious.

"Yes sir."

The pistols were not to shoot the policemen who would definitely stop our car on the road, we had dollars to make them even escort us as a convoy. It was to scare any aspiring thieves that would as much as want to harass us. And to definitely shoot our way out of any messy situation.

"See you guys in a week time".

Alhaji said.

A week's time could mean two weeks since in the business of delivering coco, you need all the time wanted. No one would want to run into any while delivering coco and surely, the wall have ears. Extreme cautiousness is applied.


EKO NI BAJE!!!

HERE WE COME!!!



TO BE CONTINUED BY FLOWEY.....




PEACE OUT!!!

"Not here boys, you take them to your house"

Alhaji exclaimed when he saw Flow already beginning to devour the fair babe that had come into his arm. Seems Alhaji knew what was really going on in our minds. We had not done anything the previous night other than have strippers lap-dance on our dic'ks. As an up and coming coco dealer, fun is usually kept in check and self control is paramount.

"Here"

Alhaji Mustapha threw our car key to us. I caught it mid-air with ease. None of Flow's punches had caught me in the rib. I dragged my babe with me. A supernatural strength seemed to have gotten into me. Flow followed behind, being pulled by his babe. This girls must be professionals as they acted like girlfriends instead of who'res.

"Flow, na you go drive o"

I said as we got outside, headed for the shade where our Camry 2.2 was parked.

"At all, you don render my hands useless. Make you do the driving."

He said laughing. Who wouldn't laugh in the situation, I was busy smiling like a sheep that was being mounted. I got into the front with my chick while Flow entered the back with his. All this while, the babe's hand had been on my head, caressing it. I wonder what she found romantic about my head. I for sure found her brea'st more than romantic.

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"Welcome, my ogas"

It was Engineer who had come to open the gate. I did not bother driving into the compound. Flow had already come down and was making his way quickly into the house like he was on fire. If he was on fire, I was already burning. My babe had her hand inside my zippers all through the drive, caressing and handling my di'ck. I had to stop her more times than once when she had attempted to bring my di'ck out and take in her mouth.

"Oga, your engine is still running"

Engineer screamed after me.

"Bring the car into the compound"

I screamed back like a boss as I saw him from the corner of my eyes running to obey the order. Engineer had turned something else, maybe because we were now the boss instead of him.

"Ahhh... Uhhhhh... Ohhhhhh, Yes baby... Harder"

Such was the sound coming out from the fair babe's mouth has Flow arranged her ar'se in the do'ggy style. I wanted to watch but changed my mind when I felt a slight tug on my already erected di'ck. I looked to see my babe smiling. Duty calls, aint no way I was gonna do same in the sitting room. I left Flow and his screaming b'itch and headed to the inner room.

As soon as I opened the door, she turned round and grabbed my head, pressing it down to her giant bre'asts. The feel of the soft flesh made me stick out my tongue and lap on the mound that was threatening to choke me. My hand had gone round her and grabbed her massive behind. I squeezed it lightly then proceeded to squeeze it heavily, it has been long I had felt the ar'se of a woman. Alhaji must be a genius for the selection he made.

Soon our lips were interlocked in kisses like our lives depended on it while we peeled each other clothes like all hell was about to break lose. As soon as my boxers came down, she promptly went down on her knees, carrying my iron destroyer into her mouth. The feel of the warmth of her mouth with the tip of her tongue on the cap of my peni's sent signal from my brain down my spinal cord. The signal generated into electricity which made me arch my waist forward involuntarily. I dug my hand into her hair as she sucked my dick while one of her hands squeezed my ba'lls. I was sailing in the distant clouds.

The sound of her headed bubbling up and down on my abunna was slurpish while my head was thrown backward. My eyeballs was rolled in and my breath only came in puffs. I was forming macho man, not wanting to release the satisfying moans that had built up in the inside. I felt that my balls jerk upward, the same time my waist vibrated, I was cu'mming. I jammed her head to my di'ck and poured everything into her mouth. I died standing as I became oblivious of my surrounding. The shooting of my seed down her throat had been so satisfying I fell straight to the bed, my eyes closed, savouring the moment.

I opened them later on when I felt her mouth on my di'ck. This babe wants to kill me, I screamed in my head but the sensation of my dic'k going back to its erected state was too much to handle. She soon rolled a condom on my di'ck when she felt the erection was strong enough and proceeded to mount me.

It was a blissful Bleep!!!



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I opened my eyes wearily to see a damsel sleeping close to me. The memory of what transpired long ago came flooding back. It only stopped when I felt a twinge in my stomach. I was hungry and needed to eat. I stood up unsteadily, forgetting the fights, the pains, the Bleep, with only one place in my mind.

The kitchen.



TO BE CONTINUED!!!

You know the feeling when after fighting, you are asked to explain? That feeling we used to have as kids back then that makes us not to want to explain our reason for fighting?

Crying!!!

I sniffed, fighting hard to hold my tears while Alhaji looked from me to Flow, waiting for an explanation. The first to open his mouth loses the fight as we were both on the verge of crying. How can I explain the number of punches I receive point blank on the face? How on earth can I explain those I shielded with my head that nearly got Flow's fist broken? It was way too much to put into words without crying.

"Seems none of you wants to state what happened eh?"

Alhaji legendary mustache twisted and turned like it was saying:

"Crazy boys that got themselves beaten up"

We both nodded.

"Atta"

Alhaji Mustapha spoke for the first time as he was busy sniffing the white stuff. It seems he was addicted. Who else wouldn't be? If I can be addicted to Alomo and Flow to 1759 Udeme (My Friend Udeme is a great man), who would not be addicted to the highest form of highness? That's a question for another day. I looked at him, our eyes interlocked.

"How did you succeed in beating my watchful eyes plus that of my guard?"

It is like asking a kleptomaniac how he succeeds in hiding a bag of rice inside his shirt.

"Ehm... Ehm..."

Words were not coming forth so I just stood there looking at his frowned face.

"I told you, they are the boys for the job"

Alhaji DK seemed to be saying. Alhaji Mustapha's face broke into a senile smile. His kolanut stained teeth making the room a little bit dark. It was morning for God sake.

"Yes you said so brother. I have never doubted you and they just proved their worths."

Alhaji Mustapha replied, running his ugly tongue over his ugly teeth. I was confused, same was Flow. This mean must have been sniffing something stronger than coco to be saying things like this. I was already expecting them to terminate us. Albeit, it was with my coward mind I was thinking that.

"You guys have passed the last and final test. Welcome to the family!!!"

Alhaji DK exclaimed. Our mission to Alhaji Mustapha's house had been a test after all. I looked at Flow, but the pain in my jaw stopped me from smiling, We just nodded our head a little bit, feeling pride swelling in our chests. It was bye bye to poverty forever.

"This calls for a celebration"

Alhaji Mustapha screamed. He clapped his hands and immediately, the door to the right of the office opened. Six sumptious looking otekus walked in. Oteku is not the nickname of Princesa, it the slang used in representing a well gifted babe. Who says Princesa is gifted anyway .

"Flow, na die be this"

I winced in pain as one of the babes who had br'east that was as big as my head grabbed me and forced her lips on mine. I knew I was in for a beautiful morning. I damned all the pains and allowed my self to enjoy the present passion.

"Why una dey hold me na"

I shouted as I staggered in the arms of Captain. Almost all my energy had been expended in the fight with Flow. Though I succeeded in dishing out incredible punches and jabs plus using my hammer head of terror to bead butt him, I still felt he cheated me.

"Leave am make him come make I show am"

Flow sounded like he just ran a marathon with Usain Bolt chasing him with a cutlass.

"Una know say una no suppose to dey fight abi?

Captain shouted, almost damaging my ear drums.

"No be Flow start am?"

I asked a question which sounded silly to my own ears too.

"How I carry start am? When you dey move that money you no know?"

He screamed at me, his eyes red. I must have gotten him real good on his nose to make him cry. I was happy within myself.

"When you dey order for pepper soup, you no know say e go hook for your throat? Abi when those ashaw'os dey dance for your stup'id preek, you no reason am?"

I shouted.

"Wetin this boys dey talk about self?"

Kumelo seemed to be asking the air as we continued our quarrel like two market women. We finally calmed down and started accessing our injuries.

"See as I punch him face"

Flow started.

"Na small remain, you for no get nose"

I replied him.

"Ehn, I gree but your body go hear am"

He said to me, eying me dangerously.

"When you don already hear am?"

I replied him.

"The two of you should please report to Alhaji DK for debriefing."

DK008 said. I turned to face him. He had been there all this while when we were fighting and I never noticed. That's one thing about coco farmers, be there and do not be there at the same time. I and Flow had left the residence of Alhaji not because we wanted but because Flow thought we had been fired. I wonder how we can get fired so easily without our lives being taken away. Rule 5 of coco farming.

"Never allow your dealer desert you, delete him instead."

I and Flow crawled back to the house, holding each other so we won't fall as Captain and Kumelo had gone their ways inside their clean EOD. The giants at the gate opened the door for us with surprise written all over their faces. How else would you feel when two fine boys left and returned as two beaten down individuals. While I looked like I had accident with a bike, Flow looked like he jumped in front of a moving train.

"Innallillahi!"

Alhaji exclaimed in arabic.

"What happened boys?"

He added after recovering from his shock.

flow1759: Foxy_flow pls tell us Rule 7(the last rule) of the Rule of Coco.

Done deal... I need charge my phone first...

BTW... Awesome update...!!!