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wisdomTank, u can also learn around fagba. just call, zero eight zero nine three eight six four six eight five. The environment there is totally friendly, u go blend n learn fast wit enuf project bank to outlast u. just say from Ricky whn u call. |
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statistics here follows last word/first word basis |
incomplete sounds alarming sometimes |
ha, men go vex o! |
watch two and a half men or anger management or new girl or bigbangtheory |
cnt stop laffn. antywmy, but why 'our' |
zyzxx:different can also mean weird |
doffs hat in apprc8n. GBU. |
fjord (hey guys, halt at me thread of 'SHORT STORIES COLLECTION: MUTINY N...' ery now n thn. will kip y'all updated wit me stories. ur comments are extremely needed-wanted n...I apprec8 in advance) iamGreen |
MUTINY ‘There!’ Zo led Zanga to a plastic kiosk. Unlike Zanga, Zo had flung his firecrackers away after alerting a mobile cop. It was New Year’s Eve. The city sparkled with yuletide's fireflies revealing posters of “FIRECRACKERS PROHIBITED” everywhere. Joe had told them he’d be back soon, ‘some last minute delivery’ which always meant the next day. Zanga didn’t dare mention he’d tampered with the truck. Xmas was not the same without throwing some firecrackers- yourself with friends. Regaining their strength with each new breath, they trekked back to the highway separating the suburb from the slums, fuzzy from spirit. Each gape biliously at the magnified ditch separating them from freedom; usually, all they had to do was step over, even on a moonless night. ‘Somebody's taking their work too seriously...’ ‘Zo. Zo. The cop’s back!' 'No way,' slurped Zo. 'The only way I see us escaping, we cross back, run and jump over this.' ‘Then let’s do it.’ 'On your track, get set...go!' The twins dashed towards the ditch as the cop zeroed closer. Relief coursed through Joe as the truck’s headlights flickered and came back on as he sped home. Tonight, he was going to surprise his boys with a treat and... bam! His truck shook with the impact of collision. Joe couldn't believe it. He'd nearly killed a cop! The motorbike entangled between his tires wasn't as lucky. He could only apologize as the cop went on about him foiling an arrest. ‘You let them get away!’ ‘I’m really sorry, sir. I’ll pay for the damages, everything...’ ‘What's your name?’ The patrolman smiled secretly, he had someone to blame and his life was still in check. a NEWBIE in d awz. please welcome me. iamGreen. |