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Artzdanielsz:
Bros hope you know when something is interesting no matter how long it be it become short .well done

Smiles.
Till Tuesday then.

kingswaydavid:
nice chapter...but jack this one short o....come compensate o...cant wait till tuesday...more strength

Thanks bro.
Stay tuned.

Artzdanielsz:
nice one bro but the chapter is kind of short

Short?

Okay, I will work on that?

oyoni:
The veil from you lustful eyes and the boxers from your flexible waist...
Brilliant work man.... keep it up 10/10 for you.

Thanks. Should I say ma'am or sir?

*INSATIABLE*
~Story of a quiet Yoruba Demon~
Chapter 4


Onlookers and those separating fight quickly got hold of Isaac, the blood gushing out of his side made the matter worse because it was streaming out profusely.

Thank God for one of the good samaritan who halted his car to carry Isaac to the nearest hospital when he saw how soaked he was in his school uniform.

My heart flacks? Who am I going to call? I left my phone at home due to the school's policy, the women in the man's car were covering the wound with a piece of clothing, trying to slow down the rate at which the blood is flowing out.

'Ehn, so mo daddy e ni? Mama e nko? Tani ale pe? Wo bo n se wo! Eyin Omo isin yin sha... O ti ja tan, oju yin ti da abi (hey! Do you know his dad? What about his mum? Who can we call? Look at how he is looking! Hmm, children of nowadays... After fighting, hope you are now satisfied)'

They bamboozled me with rhetoric questions, shifting their attention to me but still applying pressure to the wound, I had to soliloquize

What kind of women are these for God sake? One of them gave me her cell phone to call anyone after hearing that the injured boy was a family of mine, expediently, I placed a distress call to my mum.

'Ehn! Nibo? Nibo lewa bayii? Okay, ma bae n be' my mum sounded petrified after hearing that Isaac was stabbed.

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The next day, I was at Isaac's house, yesterday's tension has dampened enormously. Thank God the wound wasn't severe and any of his vital organs wasn't affected. So, the nurse; Nurse chidima, who attended to us yesterday stitched it in time

She gave us some prescriptions and told us Isaac was lucky to have been rushed to the hospital as at that time, if not, the injury might have escalated to something much worse.

'Tolu, tell me what happened?' my uncle (Isaac's father) loftily inquired in a very calm but hoarse voice.

'Ehm...it was, it wa..s'' I narrated amidst my stuttering tone. It is not like I'm scared of my uncle, but when he is like this, man gotta be loyal, humble and obsequious.

'Do you know the name of the boy that stabbed your brother' he queried, his eyes darting all over me, trying to discern the truth.

'No sir, but if I see him, I can recognise him' I responded respectfully, this time, gaining my half baked confidence.

'Isaac also said that, that is good since you both can identify the boys'

An airy and awkward feeling engulfed Isaac and I, just then, my uncle stood up and went into the room without asking further questions from us. Isaac whose face is lowered since the inception of the discussion tilted his head up, knowing his dad is out of sight, a smile escaping his lips but quickly kowtowed when he saw his mum approaching.

'Tolu the kickboxer, iwo pelu Isaac, e lo n dan agbara yin wo abi (Tolu the kickboxer, you and Isaac went to test the might of your power, right) ? Can you see yourself, he even pleaded to be allowed to attend school today. You both want to go and fight the round two abi? His mum vociferated sarcastically.

The day went by with my mum coming to drop my school wears but not after teasing Isaac and giving us series of warnings.

She later left for home, not long before 'dad 2' also came out and left us without saying anything but judging from his disposition, he seems to be angry.

We left home together the next day with the intent of attending classes in school, but not after Isaac's mum cautioned us against fighting in public, citing various cases and how it had led to loss of lives.

My uncle was not at home and before we could finish packing, we were already a bit late. Isaac's dad had already left for work or so we surmised, so we precipitously left home and boarded a bus which dropped us at the gate of the school, but not after the driver's sarcasm against us for going late to school and saying how he lost the opportunity of being a multi Millionaire because of illiteracy and lateness. We kept shut while he rammed us with his petty story and had to become taciturn when he saw we were not in the mood for chit - chat. On entering the school, all eyes were on us, some were amazed, some were filled with disgust but the demeanour of the teachers depict that of inquiry and begging for answers. Rumours they say, spreads like wildfire and we both seem to be at the center of it.


The students were already on the assembly ground, singing praises, their gazes fixated on us, what they were singing degenerated into a cacophony and the principal had to interpellate by intensifying his crooked voice before the pupils could get their acts together.

Isaac and I skeptically walked into the line and joined in the praises that was going on, glorifying God for his magnanimous protection and benevolence over our lives, how happy others were as they sang unto the Lord. Few minutes later, a chevrolet car painted with the military insignia quietly drove in without causing any brouhaha, students looked at it in awe and this got the the attention of the principal who had to climb down the podium to confront the unwarranted and distinguished invaders.

I could see from afar how the principal was walking towards the man who alighted gentlemanly from the car, a person no other than my honorable uncle.
They got into a quiet discourse which I couldn't decipher what was being said but the way the principal was nodding his head seems they reached into a consensus and I could see the condescending look the principal wore.


'Tolu and Isaac follow me' my uncle hollered in his usual baritone voice.

Isaac and I quickly ostracised ourselves from the assembly and hopped into the awaiting car that drove us out of the school, both of us looked back and watched till Apex High school slowly faded out of our keen view.

Outside the school was not only passers-by who had gathered to watch the rare spectacle, but also five idem cars like the one we were in, with military emblem on them. One would ask if it was a war?
But judging from the way the car is swerving, it is evidently clear to the deaf and audible to the blind that we are heading for 'Black Diamonds High School'. Yea! You are right, the school which the boys who stabbed Isaac attends.


After some minutes in the car, I tilted my head up to see what's ahead but to my dismay, the gate of 'Black Diamond High School' is already ajar and the cars ferociously drove in, not minding If the gates would break thereby causing a quandary as spectators gathered at the gate to see what would happen.

The students in Black Diamond High school were still on the assemble, sighting the military invasion, many wanted to make a dash for it but one of the soldiers flew out ordering everyone to be on their knees.
The students all lowered in utmost subjugation because there is an unofficial rule that says ' *Fear God,respect soldiers*' and no one, I mean no one, will be willing to bear the brunt of soldiers brutality.

The student and the teachers were all on their knees, the principal is nowhere to be found.

My uncle alighted from the car, ordered the soldiers not to flog anyone except those that attempts to run, in his benevolence, he asked all the teachers to stand up.

They murmured a truffled 'Thank you'. My uncle enquired the whereabouts of the principal, one of the teachers, stammering and unable to utter a complete sentence pointed at an office that is adjacent to the assembly ground.

My uncle walked over to the office but the door was shut, windows were closed,none would think there isn't a speck of living thing in it.

Disparagingly, he queried the teachers if he was in the right office and one of them answered in the affirmative but with a surprise look momentarily plastered on his face.

He asked one of the teachers to knock on the door, the teacher prodded forward and knocked vehemently for the person in the office to open the closed door.

This irked my uncle, he told the teacher to stop and threatened to break down the door and deal mercilessly with whomever he sees in the office.

I think the person at the other end was wise, the irons of the door clanged, giving way to reveal a petite man with baggy trousers, trails of wet substances staining his trousers and something that looks like a bible held closely to his chest.
It Is quite ostensible as sweat trickled down his neck, his chest heaving up and down like one who ran a 440m race while he was trying hard to conceal the conspicuous fear in him.

Isaac and I almost laughed when we saw this but the look on the soldiers made it imperative for us to keep mum and behave... So, the principal already urinated on his body like a Child.��


'I... I am sorry' quivered the principal.


'Sir, I am here for the boys who stabbed my child, can you please come out with me to identify them' Dad asked which seem more like an order.

'Yes sir' he responded.

Isaac sighted two of the guys and your humble Tolu fished the others out.

Instantly, they were asked to turn in their bags, when the bag was searched, not a single book was found in them but mini weapons and some unscrupulous jazz items were seen in them.

Gboaaaa!!! A harsh slap that can make a staunch Christian convert to Muslim was administered to one of the guys which those items was found with by my daunting looking uncle.

What happened to them later, I don't know as they were taken to the barracks and we were dropped at the gate of our school.


Alighting from the car, the looks on everyone faces were dazzling because only few knew our dads are soldiers.

What happened that day made us the infamous hero Apex High School had ever produce.

The incident is still being talked about till today. I guess this is what drew Olamide; a girl in art class to me, she is not just one of the prettiest girls but one who removed the veil from my lustful eyes.


#Iwrite
#Sola.

Artzdanielsz:
oooom this guy got me hooked boy you better kwontinu oooo

kingswaydavid:
this thread na confirm...tolu nd isaac the twin warrior,anticipating on the updates...stay blessed bro this thread na confirm...tolu nd isaac the twin warrior,anticipating on the updates...stay blessed bro

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Chapter 4 drops 8pm tonight

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Memory floods,
Being retrospective,
Laughs at such naivety,
The cries plummeting like an unrestrained downpour of rain,
Grazing the lofty cheeks in the process,
Due to the impact pankere had on the buttocks.
All the body parts cried at each reoccurrence,
Wondering if jazz would be able to submerge such pains,
At the flick sight of hope,
Just a single pankere,
And all the jinx become neutralised.



Laughs.

harunablezin:
Waoh! interesting....... lemme come and balance and be reading

I will be waiting for your reviews

oyoni:
Dear Author Jackossky, This wahala you have started, come and end it....

Smiles, on my way with my pen...

phoenix90:
Good storytelling technique. Quite vivid. Jisike bro.

Thanks for the compliment.