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JUST A TOUGH GUY



As always, I was just chilling at a very high spot at a location unknown to humans and observing this guy who was busy counting money in a bush at Itam side, Uyo. The money was not his but since it was in his hands, and as far as he was concerned at the moment, the money was totally his. He did not expect the money to be that much. He was really surprised that a keke man would be carrying that much money. He had counted 12,000 Naira plus change. That will more than make up for the 1000 Naira he lost betting on the so called 10 “sure games”. If not for the one game that did not play according to what he had predicted, he would have won 13,500 Naira. He was really disappointed but then, he was a tough guy. A big tough guy. So he had to make a way and he made a way.
“If you don’t get me the yellow dress today I will get it by myself by any means!” those words rang again in his head. He stood up abruptly. With long strides he found his way to Ikot Ekpene road where he will flag down a ride back to Ikot Ekpene. It was already getting dark when he reached Ikot Ekpene road. Luckily for him, he found a rough looking taxi heading to IK, he jumped in. All the way to Ikot Ekpene, his mind was on the yellow dress. He thought about all he had done all day just to be able to get the yellow dress. Then he became worried that he was going to miss getting the yellow dress after all. Especially, now that he could afford to get it. Suddenly, he felt tired. He was not surprised given how rough his day has been. He couldn’t complain, he’s a tough guy.
Before 30 minutes, he was in Ikot Ekpene. He picked a bike from the park at the plaza straight to Chubb Road, to the shop where he saw the dress a month ago for the first time. He saw it again today, in the morning before he went to Uyo. He arrived disappointed because they had closed the shop. Well, he will just go home and explain to her that the shop has been closed, that he will get it for her first thing the next morning. “To Market Road abeg” he said to the cyclist. “100 Naira o” the cyclist replied. “Market Road no far na. I go give you 70 bucks abeg”. The motorcycle got in motion. Before 3 minutes, he was at home. He opened the door and got inside. He could tell there was light because the white bulb was throwing florescent light all over the place. As he stepped in, his eyes went straight to a clothing material that was spread on the cushion. He was suddenly alarmed. That was the yellow dress! His knees felt weak. It gave way and hit the rubber carpeted stone floor so hard that his teeth rattled against each set.
So she had gone ahead to do whatever she had threatened to do to get the dress. She couldn't even wait for him to come back, he thought. He felt so heartbroken that before he became aware, rivers of tears were flowing down his tough-guy cheeks. She was the only woman he had ever loved, ever cared about. His mother used to curse him so loud that the neighborhood always gather to watch them. His elder sister used to talk him down. They both contributed to make his life hell but she was the total opposite of all that. She had a pretty little face that gave off a countenance of innocence. Her head, small like that, totally complimented her petite frame. He loved all of her, especially her small mouth that spoke softly. He sniffed, heaved and sobbed uncontrollably as the thought of what she might have done using that small mouth, that small mouth that was totally his, to get the yellow dress sipped into his mind. Then his face was totally wet with sweat, tears and drips from his nostrils…

paulaspearz:
Dope oya continue

Thanks Paula, its coming tomorrow

Girlyy:
Interesting...#following

Thank you. I'm motivated

JUST A WISE GUY
As always, I was just chilling at a very high spot at a location unknown to humans and observing this keke man. He was in a really good mood because his wise decisions were raking in a lot of profits for him. So far, he already had made four times more than what he made the previous day and it was just 4 p.m. From Aka road, he turned into IBB Way. He knew that at the time, civil servants working at the Federal Secretariat were returning from work and he was sure that he was going to fill his keke to the brim regardless where he decide to go from there.
Just a little past Ibom Hall, a skinny guy flagged him down indicating towards the plaza. He braked and the guy jumped in. 100 meters on, he heard three guys shouting “Itam!!!” simultaneously. He stopped the keke and turned to the guy he picked and said. “I no dey go Plaza again, those three people dey go Itam, I wan carry them go Itam”. The plaza guy stepped down without any fuss because he understood that it was just business even though he was a little disappointed, he went to look for another keke that was heading to the plaza.
The keke man packed the three passengers and left for Itam, smiling to himself that his wise decision was going to pay…again. All he needed now was just one passenger so he can fire out in full throttle till he reached Itam. Getting that one passenger will not be so hard again. Federal Secretariat was waiting for him. Just a little past the E-library, a muscular guy flagged him down. He did not see the guy early enough, so he had to really march the brake. The action got everyone in a serious bow, even the keke man was bowing to his keke windscreen.
He brought out his head and shouted “Itam!” at the guy that stopped him. “AKTC Park!” The guy shouted back running towards the keke.
“100 Naira” the keke man said less loudly as the guy was nearer now. The guy nodded and the keke man shifted for him to join the front seat. Time for full throttle!
Before five minutes had elapsed, two passengers had dropped at Itam junction paid their fares which the keke man happily collected, the rest continued to Itam Park and AKTC Park. He will get 70 bucks from one and 100 bucks from the other. His smile was mighty visible when he dropped the 70 bucks guy at Itam Park and collected 100 Naira because he claimed to have no change and the unsuspecting man told him to keep the change. He took the road behind the Itam Park, though quiet but was closer to AKTC Park where he would make another 100 bucks.
He felt something cold at the back of his neck, something sharp. He turned to see what was happening. “Give me all your money”. Suddenly it hit him. He got the full grip of what was happening. He was being robbed of all the money he made through his wise decisions. Suddenly he felt very foolish. He thought about shouting for help but he looked around, the road was as quiet as a pupil who does not know the answer to a question suddenly asked by the teacher. He wondered how he got himself into the kind of mess. He blamed the government for creating such a quiet road. Reluctantly, he emptied all his money to the muscular guy. After that, the regrets started…

As always, I just chill at a very high spot at a location unknown to humans and observe things that happen among them. From where I am, I get a very good insight to human problems and their causes which most of the times are caused by said humans. Most times though, they claim they don’t know the cause of the problem- well that is just an excuse to prevent them from blaming themselves.
I bet most of you humans do not have time to observe what is happening around you and why it happens. Don’t worry, I will observe and also explain these things to your understanding. I am not of this world. I am a god from another world, so I must adopt a name of your world in order to relate with your world. For this purpose, I am adopting aniekan andikan, which you must always write in small letters as my name. Don’t ask me why, I am a god, I do what I like.
So, ladies and gents, watch this space for new stories on what is happening in your world by the day.

i would love john grisham's books. aniekanandikan@gmail.com. #bless

Lleigh:
To All followers of the Club, thank you for your continued support and comments.

The Club is in a mini 'between chapter hiatus'.

The next update will be delivered Tuesday.

Thank you

Have a drink on the house....

Gripping story. Been following and now I can't stop!