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am back again!!!

Oh thanks it's actually kind of real life story though

Aiel123:
yes,bro.l just click on the thread and I must say u got me I interested.university life turns me on even though I yet to enter

;DIts like you are new bro?

Aiel123:
Your story go well.na all this uni stuffs I like.
As for nepa,I really tire.wetin 1 hour light wan reach u do

We were made to take oat with the pot, i was first to begin before others followed suit


''una dun become rugged men, make una knw say una go dy on widas always '' the capon stopped for the main time before he continued almost immediately


He signalled to one of the men to bring the monkey to him (squandron)


He uncocked it and poured some of the contents on the bare floor before he began his speech


''this is rum used in differentiating between paul and barnabas, aro it is cap sip the rum and say the truth


For it is written in the book of odin chapter 6 vs 6 (planatana planto man shall not live by bread alone buh by rum which we sip and taste for more)

Aro i remember back in the days when we were in the evil forest we saw an evil beast , he said go into the world and multiply


This is rum , aro shortest man on board the ship, aro sip and never stumble,aro sip for smooth sailing, smooth sailing aye o !!!


They all chorused aye !!

Following

Ur episode has been served

hardeygbolar:
Your story is superb boss, exactly the kind of story I like reading. But what I don't understand is the funny guy. Is he with the chain doggz or with the heist? His character character from my little reading depicts a mole though but I still don't fully get. Kindly shed more light to this or clarify it in your next update. Gracias!

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my eyes were literary covered in darkness, this was not what i bargained for, my eye lids couldn't hold the walls of my eyes so i shut them tight


i tried opening them for the uptempth time buh it seems the more i try opening them the more it keeps on hurting me so i remained glued to the ground


i stayed in that position close to five minutes before i began hearing footsteps approaching me, i just decided to remain in that position to avoid series of another kind (make pesin pikin no come kpai)


i was held up and dragged to where others were, i was finally relieved seeing that this whole stuff is gradually being brought to an end or so i thought


i tried opening my eyes again this time around and it paved way with much stress, my whole body was covered with muds


i noticed something the last we were brought out here i could vividly remember we were seven buh it seems one person was missing, i stroked my eyes to check if i was hallucinating, buh hell no i was dead correct


the whole place was in total tranquility it seems they were waiting for somebody in particular


my whole body were badly aching me, so i tried leaning my body on a branch of a tree beside me


we waited there until almost ten minutes, before we saw the other group coming out of the bush path, i could barely see their face until they reached where the capon was seated


a thought strucked my mind, i haven't seen that guy i had conversation with me, i was still deep in my thoughts when suddenly the capon marched forward to us with a pot

he began moving around us before he stopped in my front and then the inevitable happened...

My man u are carried

Nwachacho:
More ink to your pen man

Thanks for appreciating

Jaylynn:
Med ooooo. More plssss

Nice story op buh make una no forget my thread na my first time of writing here in nairaland


Check it out : lost in uniport (a story of vengeance , crime and vengeance)

Dedicated to all ghost readers in this thread


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''par pa pom pa'' was the rapid hit of the matchete on my body, i layed flat on the ground with lots of excruciating pain grabbing a better junk of my whole body


This guy is extremely good when it comes to this i could bet my balls ''i still dy wonder wetin make dem never carry go sambisa forest to hit those blood suckers


I was beginning to see stars when he swung the matchete on my right knee , i was forced to protest buh before i could think of it another round of machete hit me at my right am.


I could vividly hear the sounds of planks directly close to us which was followed by shouts that could pull down walls of jericho, i need not to be told it was the guy i earlier had conversation with


The third guy finished its work on me, he was visibly sweating profusely from the rounds of swings


The fourth guy immediately came forward with his drilling machine (plank), i was a bit relieved following the facts that he is short , his short hands won't allow him do the needful i thought aloud


The demon i saw in this guy made me wanting to change my mind entirely on this, he is damn faster than the chief drill himself


He strokes twice per second, i could hardly breathe , i tried turning my body, damn the nigga is so good , he hits thesame spot without missing


I couldn't take more, i was becoming weak, i could'nt feel my legs, my whole body became numb



''I would surpass this'' i said aloud to myself



I prayed silently 'e no go make sense say my blood go pour for this island na jonzing na'


He continued without relenting until the plank was completely used on my body, he reluctantly went back


Then the fifth guy came forward with a bag i could barely recognise, he opened it and brought out a bottle of squandron and handed it to the chief drill


My eyes were heavy i was in a state of dilema, maybe my fate was to end up here


I was still lying face down on the ground trying to hold the pains, in a slow pace he reached my front and began the major initation


He began speaking in their frat slangs



''planata planto wetin dy for island na for island we go finish am

''ratahu ratahu no mercy for the bastards

we go sail 360 degrees for high seas we no go stumble ,

smooth sailing aye o!!!


They all chorused in unison aye!!!


He immediately uncocked the bottle and poured the contents on my head and asked me to stand up


I got relieved atleast the whole banging has come to an end just as i was about to lift my kneel the chief drill poured the contents in my eyes and then.............

Abeg make una manage that episode, my area lacks low supply of electricity buh i would make it up to you guys in a main time


Make una no forget to comment, like and share

Thanks for understanding...

A very bad offensive smell were literary oozing out of there, i could iardly breathe, i was abruptly chocking to death


The whole place was eluded in darkness except for the flink of fire that helps to lighten the place


'' aro jazz down '' i couldn't depict the meaning of that, so i tried to move towards the guy that was facing me directly i was immediately received with a slap that sent me spawning on the sandy ground


My head was aching badly, so i remained down there for a couple minutes, i turned towards my left and saw dead bodies that was littered almost close to the bush path


This act alone sent cold shivers down my spine, i was physically and mentally fidgeting all over


The second dude brought out a bag from the bush, he opened the bag and poured out the tools from the bag, he slowly bent down and took a matchete and headed it to the guy that hit me earlier


He threw the second tool (plank) and handed it to the other guy that was covered in dreadlocks


He then returned the others to the cg and took them away, he began chanting some words then i knew i was in for something huge


''chief drill u go first thumbprint this manchi na abi ? Abi make u wun gve us go ahead make we first jazz am tools ?'' the second dude blurted out loudly


''i go first drill before una go jazz ruggedly'' he replied them still keeping his eyes directly to mine


I began reasoning on a possibility of me escaping this dudes (before they go come kill pesin pikin) buh i shoved the thoughts off regarding the fact i hardly knew where we are and also on a possibility that wild creatures could be lurking around this bush looking for who to devour (that one go come be from frying pan to fire).


The first guy moved closer to me and told me position my nyash, i reluctantly refused and then i was greeted with a hot swing of matchete on my left nyash