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Wow... Where is this man?

yemi2plus2: let's hope so

Stop.. I know...

I wonder wetin make you dey look for trouble now... Well.. My battery is low and I'm gonna update only when I charge the phone...

yemi2plus2: Mynd_44, thank you for not banning me. We both know how annoying I can be.

What's wrong with my statement eh? Lol... This my moniker na peace maker...

[b]Good morning y'all...

Yesterday was outrightly annoying so I managed just an update. You all know that feeling when you wake up happy and some sadist come to rub off his spirit on you. That was what happened.

It's a new day and I am very happy. Sometimes, in fact, most times, when you don't have a girlfriend to make you think all the time, you become inspired.

A special thanks to Flow for agreeing to do this with me. I started weakly but have garnered strength after each update. To my fans and followers, wait, not fans but FRIENDS, you guys are the reason I am writing. After ''Attai... The Player from Kano'', you've always wanted something. I have tried different things but seemed to find solace in this one. FLOW, na because of you o. Your updates are crucial and inspiring. May God bless you for me.

Madawaki, Seankaycombz, Chistar, Gifteey100, Cavali, Yemi2plus, Sambroose, Damex, Younghakuna, ... See, una many... I am using a phone right now... I will compile your names when I'm on a system. May God bless you all for me.

Mynd_44, thank you for not banning me. We both know how annoying I can be.

And to all my silent followers plus the guests that grace this page thereby increasing my amount of views, you guys are the bomb.

Finally... All thanks to Almighty God for this inspiration, to Etisalat for the free MB, to my boss, for allowing me do Nairaland because he love my poems and proses. Also to Seun Osewa... You gbasky. To Ishilove... To Mimi... To Greyce... To all the wonderful friends in my life... God bless you.


PEACE OUT!!!


Still I FOXZEE ---- 419 [/b]

''Stay off my daughter''

I was not in the least bit shocked. It was in his house I was busy throwing a fling with his daughter. He has every right to caution me. The shock only came when he used a remote to switch one a TV. I saw my ugly head standing there and behaving like I was the world most finest dude. I thanked my stars that the cam was mute.

''Okay Sir''

No point arguing. I had an agenda which I wanted to fulfil well before thinking of women. That was my thoughts then.

''I love the way you composed yourself''

He said changing channels. I saw the scene of the deal replaying. The two dudes had cameras on them.

''Your friend did the same thing but he got fidgety when a gun was pointed at him.''

He flipped the channel and there was Flow, his face contorted like an earthquake was about to occur and it sure did occur. Volcanic lava flowed from his a'rse.

''The two of you did brilliantly well''

He continued. I kept quiet as it was more reasonable to listen well before saying anything.

''Initially, I was thinking of making you both dealers but there is a change of plan. You are both educated, brave and crafty. You will work with me personally.''

I was wondering deep within my heart where he was driving at.

''You will come with me on every trip that I take, both within Kano, outside Kano, within Nigeria and all over the world.''

Now this was new. I signed in to become a dealer, not some thug or better still bodyguard. Bodyguards die quickly, they use they bodies as human shields to protect their clients when ever a deal goes dirty. I was still young and dying young was way out of my dictionary.

''You see that house you both worked in as labourer?''

I nodded. My voice had been mute since God knows when.

''A flat had been dedicated to you and your friend. It will be furnished with everything you need. You just have to stay here for 3 months to complete a training process. Then you will go to Somalia to complete your training with the rebels.''

That sounded new, I turned my coward ear the other way.

''Accounts had already been opened in your names.''

He said handing over a cheque-book to me. A brand new phone followed with a car key. On it was the logo of Toyota.

''If you continue on this path, you will be known all over the world.''

Alhaji concluded, using his hand to wave me off. I was too overwhelmed to say anything. I stepped out of the office to meet a young man waiting for me.

''Follow me please''

He motioned to me.

''Select whatever you want''

I was in a boutique right inside the house of Alhaji. I took a black tuxedo and the replica of the wrist-watch I had moved. I followed him to another room where my hair was adjusted. In the mirror I looked like the perfect gentle man.

My phone rang.

''Nice choice Attai, the wrist'watch fits you. The police returned at as soon as you gave it to them.''

This was too much to bear. The twists and the turns were all beginning to make less sense to me. The line went dead. Immediatly I dialled Gifteey's number.

''I already have your number. Would talk to you when you fully become incorporated.''

With that the line went dead. My destiny strecthed before me as I stepped out to meet Flow waiting for me.

''Attai, we don hammer''

He tapped me on his shoulder unsmiling. We both had the same thoughts.

''Nothing good comes easily.''





TO BE CONTINUED....

The earth stopped revolving in a minute, I became instantly deaf, dumb became my middle name and crippled hugged me. Her purple bra and pants made my breath run away but her b'reast showing in bras killed me. I died standing. My mind was blank, her image transfix before my eyes. I was only jolted and her image dispersed into thin air when I heard a splash. She had dived into the water.

''This girl na mammy water oo''

I said to myself as I watched her swim expertly for some time. Her losened her stuck to her face like a second skinm giving me the impression that she was an half-caste.

''Why is your mouth open?''

She asked me. I blinked to see her standing in front of me with her towel still on and a rubber band in her hand.

''God punish this wild imagination''

I cussed under my breath. I looked at her face to see her smiling but wondered why. Could it be that she liked me already?

''Sorry, beauty have a way of getting me electrocuted.''

O yes, forget what you are thinking. I am a graduate and have perfect command of English.

''Stop flattering me''

She replied with a smile, her cheeks turning bright pink. Who says Naija girls don't blush. Not to mention she was blushing for me. Attai the ugly one. One man's poison is really another man's favourite.

''How can I flatter you when your beauty in itself is flattering?''

I asked her, closing my eyes a little bit in a bid to look sexy.

''You are not serious''

She replied laughing forgetting she wanted swim and my tying her hair together with a band.

''Please take away everything from me but not my seriousness and this heavenly laughter.''

I did a sad face.

''My God, you are funny!''

She exclaimed.

''What's your name?''

She asked.

''Attai, but my friends call me Attaboy''

I added the last name to sound genuine.

''Gift is my name but most people call me Gifteey''

Another mouth opening session.

''Come of it please, my dad allows freedom of religion here. My mum is a Christian.''

She replied, stressing both ''mum'' and ''Christian''.

''That's beautiful and to be candid, I am adopting Gifteey as a second name.''

I said to her.

''Attai, na wetin you dey do there?''

A devil screamed. I have always known the voice of the devil, it is always there to put an end to my happy moments. Flow stood in a white on white suit. His black shoe was shining and his head glistened under the reflecting flourescent light.

''I dey come''

I turned to the girl.

''Please, can I have your number?''

''Do you have a phone?''

She asked like she knew I was phoneless.

''No, but I have a photographic memory and the gigabite of my brain can't me measured.''

I replied her, standing in expectancy while she weighed my request in her head.

''08169367606'' **for babes only **

She called the number out, it sounded special so I quickly memorised it. I thanked her and quickly made my way to where Flow stood.

''Na wetin you and that girl dey discuss?''

He asked, interest showing on his face.

''Na you we dey discuss o. The girl say smell wan kill her for her room. She gats run come outside.''

I had learned to lie from Flow. The alarm written all over his face was nice to behold. I knew he would be blaiming himself for lack of control.

We came back to the front of the building, I had not asked Flow how he got the new clothes he was putting on, I wanted to see if the treatment given to Flow was going to work for me.

''Attai?''

Someone called my name like a question.

''Yes''

I replied walking towards the person. He lead me into Alhaji's main office. Since I saw Gift, I had been a dead-man walking, the beauty of his main office dug a grave, buried and performed funeral rites for me.

''Attai, please take a seat.''

Alhaji in his unsmiling way pointed to a seat, it was not in front of his marble table, it was on one side of his office. The seat is one of those Japanese types which you squat on with a low table in front of you. I pulled my crocodile, heaven pointing shoe and made my way there. I squatted in the chinese fasfion and waited for Alhaji to join me.

This he did moment later, with his trademark logo. Osama looking beards and an unsmiling face.

Dear Readers,

I sincerely apologize. I don't feel well and I'm actually not in the right frame of MYND... Sorry please...

Updates tomorrow, God willing...

Clemzy16: Attai..the good badt guy from kano. I SEE YOU!

I see you too Sir

[quote author=Mynd_44]I don't have time for your ish this morning.

Your multiple IDswhich are left unbanned is already pushing it. Don't add derailling to it[/quote]I am sorry o...

I no mean to provoke you. This is the complaint thread... No vex..

I dey go look for complain

[quote author=Mynd_44]I have cleared the errors.....if it happens again, send me a PM sir.

Have a great day[/quote]Mynd... Can you please un-ban Yemi... You know the guy likes you wella that's why he is always looking for your trouble.\]

Pleasee!!

I was still reeling in shock when the car packed. The whole thing that happened was still replaying on my head and my hand still kinda shivered from the whole stuff. I could not believe I had a close call, albeit, pre-planned.

"Attai, what are you still doing inside the car?"

A voice asked me. I recognized the voice and turned to face the mean look, beard displaying Alhaji Dan Kwambo.

"Ya'Alhaj, I am just trying to get stabilize."

I replied him, opening the door of the car and getting out. I surveyed the whole compound finding out that there were more people than when I and Flow had come. The only person missing conspicuously was Flow. I wondered why but was soon put to rest as a horn was heard at the door. An identical car like the one that had brought me into the compound. All the windows of the car was wind down and those who had gone to get Flow were sticking their faces outside. I wondered why but was soon allayed.

"Alhaji, wannan yaron ka ya kashi a jiki"
**Alhaji, your boy had pooed on himself"

One of the thugs said.

"Lalla, haka ne yake jin sauron dan-sanda?"
**Ahhh, is that how scared he is of the police**

Alhaji wore a mischievous grin on his face. He adjusted his babban-riga and went back into the building housing his office. Flow came out of the car and every other person gave way for him, I moved away the farthest because I had already known how poisonous the smell would be.

"Haba Attai, you ma dey deny me?"

Flow asked with a voice raised slightly above a whisper.

"When you been deny me when police been dey swell my head, you know?"

I screamed loudly in my head.

"I no fit deny you na, you na my main person but right now, I just need to see how the whole compound be."

I said and dashed away, leaving Flow to his predicament. I really wanted to tour the compound and see how beautiful the master-craft was. I took a bend at the extreme end of the compound, my mouth opened as I admired how well and tidy the back of the building was. It had a standard Olympic swimming pool with other things that children use in playing. I was busy staring at my reflection in the water when I heard footsteps behind me.

"Do you want to swim?"

The owner of the footfall was a beautiful girl, fair in complexion and looked 19 to me. She had a beautiful lips and her eyes looked hazel with her hair neatly held in a bun. She was putting on... Wait, she had nothing on save a white towel. I turned round, my voice stuck in my throat, thoughts running through my head. Sharia could catch up with me if I try something stupid.

"Don't you talk?"

The same voice persisted.

"I do, just that I don't know what to say."

I answered. This is where Flow comes into mind, he could talk to anybody at anytime as long as he saw the person wanting to strike a conversation.

"Owk, but you can say anything but first of all, can you help me putting this rubber band to hold my hair?"

I turned round and was struck dumb again, this time, blind and deaf. She was not putting anything on as she had dropped her towel on a chair by the pool side.

Gifteey100: Nobdy z intrestd in ur MisBhaviour.Com n Upda8 4 us z al we ax.

'Lol... Please... I have to get up early tomorrow... Goodnight palz...

I am watching Celebrating Nigerian Women for Peace and Empowerment... I can't imagine that the whole of Abuja was blocked. The after party is making sense sha, but all those women dey form die. Them just allow Iyanya dey misbehave... Lol!

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I was still reeling in shock when the car packed. The whole thing that happened was still replaying on my head...

I wish I can update this night... I can't because of what I'm watching right now. I will only use this opportunity to misbehave on my own thread....

Sani Danja, a kano based singer is performing right now... Lol... Making sense as he is giving us what he was paid for unlike Iyanya dat did nonsense.

Another thing, Goodluck Jonathan shook Iyanya... That was a nice gesture. But me don shake Obasanjo na... Na lie ooo...

Hausa song make sense wella.. Instead of make that calabar boy use ibibio abi na efik sing, him dey come sing kukure.

Kai... Make una stay tune abeg, Sani Danja, don finish sing and Goodluck Clap for am... E make sense wella ooo...

Updates coming up...

Night thingz!!!

Abeg ... If una see FLOW, make una tell am say I dey hail o... I wan try update this night after him update.

Make una bear with us abeg!!!

I had watched Alhaji's face when he was handing over the bags with keen interest. Who deals in coca'ine like that without actually trusting someone? And how on earth would I go to Airport road junction when I know that we have like a million junctions on Airport road. For God sake, it is only the military chiefs and senior officers that occupy streets there. Their sentries were always at the doors of those houses carrying mean looking AK-47s. The frog jumps offenders do is enough to render one a cripple. Not to talk of the multiple people putting on yellow shirts. Alhaji must really be high on the stuffs he gave to me disburse.

"This man fit dey think say me and Flow na illiterate like Engineer. Him wan carry us do yeye"

I mused as I counted the money he had asked one of his boys to give to us when we were leaving.

"O boy, N10,000 for only transport. Kai, money must full this business die"

I laughed. I had options to board any vehicle of my choice, be it KEKE NAPEP, Achaba (Okada), Taxi or even hire a car to add swags to my business.

As I stood at Hadejia road awaiting the lucky car that would take me to my destination, my eyes fell on my shoes. It was like go-to-hell but it was damn expensive. Picking it from a "gwajo" (second hand) joint and giving it the washing and polish of its life. The crocodile leather shone bright with the black polish I had used. Nobody would be able to tell the difference, I mused.

"Oga, na where I dey go?"

A bike man parked in front of me. He was dressed like a street thug in America, his palm slippers point to the high heavens. This are the kind of bike-men we call "Dan arapta" in Kano. They have little or no value for their lives and the lives of others. They basically fly when you ask them to run.

"Kai, I be like oga for your eyes?"

I answered him with a question looking at him despicably.

"You na Oga fa, see as I dress am po pine pine cloth walai. I be chief?"

He was trying to get my attention.

"No I be emir, aboki like you"

I was not supposed to be trading words with him but the money I had in my pocket gave me extra confidence plus the fact that the stuff felt light in my hand.

"Kai, I no be emir, I be nwafor for inyamiri land walai."

The biker was enjoying the conversation.

"Stupid malo. Come carry me emir road for sabon gari jor"

I said to him.

"Haba Oga, I wan go drink and fucckk am for ashawo ko?"

He asked baring him ugly looking teeth that had tobacco stains on them.

"No, na your sister place I dey go."

I replied as the nike zoomed off. I definitely knew I needed some alomo to calm my nerves apart from the ogogoro we had taken with Flow. I also intended to buy weed at Government Day Sciece school, close to the former kano pillars stadium. The journey was uneventful as the bike man nearly ended my life twice by speeding past even when the traffic said stop. I even began to wonder if he had sniffed some of the stuff too.

"Oga, I don reach. Pay me."

The achaba (bike man) said to me as he brought his bike to a stop in front of a wines shop which I had directed him to.
I paid him, collected my change, went into the wine shop and collected a small bottle of Alomo which I downed immediately so that the effect will set in. I was not in a hurry, I wanted to reach my destination when darkness was beginning to cover.

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I had looked for a spot close to the road that lead directly to the airport as I could not bring myself to start checking different junctions as Alhaji with his Osama looking beard had said.

"Psst"

I had a sound behind me. I turned to see two men watching me with keen interest. One mind said, proceed, the other one said desist. I turned and faced my front, watching as cars made their ways into the airport, probably in time for night flights. Aminu Kano International Airport as it is called, covered a vast expanse of land. I had never been into it but I could see the land stretch for miles from the low fence. Many places were named after the great man, Malam Aminu Kano because of his contributions, maybe, to the politics of the north. General Hospitals, Government Buildings, Airports, Hotels etc.

"Psssttt"

The same sound came again. This time, one of the men pointed at me. I looked at them again but remained standing. If really they were my contact, how come they were two? I asked myself. Contacts are supposed to meet the dealer, not the other way round.

Minutes later, I heard my name...

"Attai?"

In a question format. I turned to see another man putting on a yellow shirt walking towards me. I nodded as we locked eyes. He smiled slyly as he reached up shook my hands.

"Ka zo da shi?"
**Did you come with it?"

He asked.

"Me kenan?"
**with what?**

I wanted to be sure?

"Maganin basir"
**medicine for pile"

He replied, winking.

"Yana nan"

I replied, shaking the leather a little bit. He passed a bag, while I passed the leather to him.

"If you move, you are dead!!!"

I heard a shout. I smelt trouble and immediately the alomo reacted. I farted. Not only fart, I had to tighten the pass way as I felt my bowel giving way. I was already sweating, not because the place was hot, but because two pistols were pointed at me while a third one was pointed at the men. My contact had drawn out a pistol.

"We are men of the NDLEA, may we see the content of the bag."

The most menacing of the two spoke out. His eyes looked concentrated while his finger played with the trigger.

"If this guy shoot now, na hell fire get me ooo"

I said in my mind as I watched the other one bring out a walkie-talkie and spoke into it. I heard the word, back-up and I knew I was done for. Life imprisonment awaited me.

"Drop your gun"

The one who just finished radioing for back-up screamed at my contact while I looked on. I was surprised when he lowered his gun. Dropped it on the ground and lifted his hands up.

"What are you waiting for?"

The menacing looking one asked me.

"I dey wait for your papa make him come beat me"

I could never say that. Instead, I dropped the bag and lifted my hands too. The whole place was deserted like it was all pre-planned. I wonder why nemesis always chose to catch up with someone it his most unprepared state. Nature too will also add tragedy by making help impossible. Cars that zoomed past never bothered to stop. Who wan die?

I black prado stopped while both men stepped forward, picked the bag, leather and gun from the ground. I was pushed forward, the front door opened for me, and as I stepped into the car, I heard:

"Haba Oga, see as I dey sweat like I bath am po swimming pool with my cloth"

Followed by a laughter. The aboki bike man that had brought me to sabon-gari was the same man behind the wheel of the car. Everybody burst out laughing while I just sat like a dummy, replaying the events that just occurred while thanking God it was all a set-up.




TO BE CONTINUED!!!